#sam kiska smut

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Teenage Wasteland

On the sixth day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A steamy Christmas Resort meet cute with praise kink!Sammy!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Snowflakes of Love" by Toni Braxton

Trope: Christmas Resort

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, praise kink

Words: 2.8k

Author's Note: Sorry it's late tonight... I had such a fierce craving for melted cheese that I grappled with myself about ordering some cheese sticks forever before I gave into the craving, and that took some time off my hands. Whoops! Here you go, though, and I hope everyone who's planning on watching the concert tonight has fun!

18+ / MINORS DNI

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If there was ever a time that you were glad your mother seemed to have partied herself into someone else’s bed, it was now. Because somehow, someway, you'd managed to party the sexiest man you’d ever seen into yours. And if there had been someone in your shared room, you wouldn’t have his lips at your throat, his hands sliding up your dress to your breasts, or his rock hard cock against your hip as you tugged him into the room.

And that would have been the biggest damn tragedy you’d ever experienced.

“Thank god she’s not here,” you sighed, leading him to the bed in a way you hoped didn’t reveal just how desperate you were to feel him on your skin. “We’d have had to fuck in a storage closet if she was.”

He chuckled, precisely undoing what few buttons were connecting his shirt, and then gently put his hand over yours as you struggled with your dress zipper. “I’d have done it anywhere, anytime. All you had to do was say the words,” he purred, taking over for you. 

 Sam. He’d said his name was Sam.

…

Being pushed into a stranger’s arms was something that had its merits, at times. Like in movies, where a strong, sexy firefighter catches you as you’re pushed into the street. Or when it was a billionaire playboy just destined to fall for you.

But when it was very reminiscent of a scene from “High School Musical,” and all eyes were on you as the DJ felt the need to point out that no one had asked you to dance as the clock counted down to Christmas – no. This was not one of those times.

The only thing keeping you from bolting the second attentions were turned away was the fact that the man you’d been pushed into was one of the most beautiful creatures you’d ever been close enough to touch. 

That fact was the one that had you chuckling, uncharacteristically hesitant, as your partner moved into position, fumbling a little bit with hand placement at first but quickly getting into the swing of things. “Um…sorry that you were pressured into this, it was a real dick move of the DJ,” you scoffed, voice a little small and insecure.

But the man just stared at you, confusion twisting his mouth into a slight smile. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice happy and welcoming and warm. “The DJ’s my main man Danny – I asked him to do this.”

You felt your face heat under the festive red and green spotlights swinging around the room. “Wha-- wait, really?” 

Doubt poured out of every pore in your body, it seemed, and the handsome stranger took his hand from yours to cross his heart. “I’m being totally serious. I couldn’t let a pretty thing like you walk away without a partner,” he flirted, coming in close enough that you could smell his cologne.

'Expensive' was what it smelled like.

“Well,” you responded, relaxing a bit in the lowering tensions. Something about this man was strangely comfortable. “Here I am, stranger.”  There was no harm in flirting back a little, right? It was one of the last days you had at the resort - you could live what precious days you had left of your teenage years out in true 'teen dream' fashion.

“Hopefully not for long," the man said, leading you around the dance floor in a simple step-and-rock. "My name is Sam, and I think this Christmas, Santa might have actually put me on the nice list for once.”

…

“You work wonders with that little mouth of yours,” Sam groaned, hand laced through your hair as you bobbed up and down on his dick. Every time you hit a good spot with a wet swipe of your tongue, he jerked; not up into your mouth, though – almost away from your mouth. “Don’t make me cum too soon, pretty thing, I have to wrap the gift before I give it.”

You had to pull off to giggle, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. “Your dick’s a gift now, huh? I think,” you said, demurely crawling up his thin body, “that maybe I should be the judge of that.”

Sam’s hands wandered up and down your curves as you kissed him, hot and heavy and deep. It felt like you were finally getting that moment that all the coming of age films put in the minds of impressionable pre-teens: a party, a handsome stranger, a sloppy makeout session, and the promise of more all as you kept glancing towards the door to make sure your Mom didn’t come back.

“Condom’s in my wallet,” Sam panted, breaking away from your red, swollen lips after searching every inch your mouth had to offer with his tongue. After getting up so that he could retrieve it and put it on, he crawled over you, his long, beautiful hair curtaining you both from the impersonal décor of the resort room. “But I bet I can prove it to you,” he said, in what was supposed to be arrogance, you thought, but the slight shake and nervous voice crack gave you the idea that despite his beauty, he either didn’t do this much or was a little bit on the inexperienced side.

When his fingers met your core, though, and delved into you before hooking and stroking like he’d crafted each nerve himself– there was nothing inexperienced about this skill of his at all.

…

“It’s just me, my older sister and my uncle here,” Sam said, lowering himself into the hot tub in just his boxers. Neither of you had wanted to take the trip to get your swimsuits, so you decided to risk being caught and just stripped to your underwear, not even trying to hide the fact that you were both looking as the other took off their clothes. “My twin older brothers were supposed to come, too, but then they– well, it’s not important what they did, but my parents grounded them.”

“Wait,” you said, brow furrowing. “How old are you? How old are they?” You didn’t want to accidentally prey on someone under 18 just because they looked older than you.

Sam gave a little quirk of a smile. “I’m 19, they’re 22. But they weren’t about to tell my mom and dad to fuck off.”

That was a relief to hear. About his age - although you supposed it was also a good thing that his brothers still listened to their parents, too. “It’s my mom and I,” you replied, going back to the original conversation. “Her girlfriends all pitched in and got her and I this trip as a Christmas gift. And my mom needed a vacation.” You thought back to the year behind you and some of the trials and tribulations you’d both gone through, but specifically her, and wondered if they were really something that should be shared with a complete stranger. Especially one who was obviously down for some extended nighttime activities, from how he’d been flirting.

“Something on your mind?”

You blinked back to the present and chuckled, shaking the thoughts off. “It’s nothing. So you said you’re in a band, huh? Any good?”

Sam’s eyes lit up, and you wondered if they’d been successful at all or not – he still loved doing it, so it seemed. “I dunno, ask our Grammy.”

…

As Sam’s hips pistoned in and out of you, you let out a quiet mewl every time he pushed in to the hilt. His breaths were even more labored, and he was panting like a dog into your neck while he pawed at your tits and grabbed at your hips for more purchase, like he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to use his hands for first.

You stood by your earlier theory, that maybe he didn’t have quite as much experience as that cocky facade was there to make you think he did, but the sex was good, he had more than enough length and girth to keep you stretched out and filled up, and you could see your orgasm on the horizon.

So, even though he didn’t seem to need it, you dug into your little box of kinks you had and began to let out praises and encouragement, excited to see what kind of reaction they’d get you. With your lips at his ear, you said, “God, Sam, you fill me up so well. They say if they’re hot, they can’t fuck, but they’ve clearly never met you.”

Sam’s grip tightened on you and he whined, his hips picking up speed. But he was a rockstar; it really wasn’t a surprise that he craved attention and validation from others. He readjusted his position and flipped your around to your hands and knees, slipping and sliding around a bit when he tried to re-enter you from behind. “I wouldn’t be half as good of a fuck if this pussy wasn’t made to take my cock.” He found purchased and didn't hold back like he had the first time.

You groaned and hung your head low, letting your body shake with each thrust into you and desperately hoping that these walls were thick enough for the sake of your neighbors. “Tonight it was,” you agreed, brushing off the fact that you’d likely never see him again after. “Oh shit, Sam, right there– yes, fuck, you’ve got it! Keep hitting me right there and I’ll cum for you,” you promised readily, knowing that you would if he kept catching your g-spot like that. “All over that perfect cock, pretty boy.”

Your plea was low and your promise sincere, but Sam wanted more. “Yeah? How good am I making you feel?” He was shamelessly fishing for more compliments, and you were more than glad to give them.

“Well, I’m about to cum, if that answers it,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Not very many men can make me cum from just their cock alone.”

With a boost of confidence, Sam set his sights on that goal and used your shoulder as a handle to pull you back with, hitting deeper than he had before. It was enough to put you teetering on the edge, and if he could just hold off for a few more well-placed thrusts, you’d fall. “You call me pretty, you make me feel like a sex-god – I don’t know where you’re from, but I’m following you there,” he murmured, his bony, callused fingers digging in harder as his rhythm faltered for a second, then picked up again. 

“You’re so pretty, Sam,” you said honestly. 

He seemed to really like all your affirmations, and this time, they were all true – which wasn’t something you could say for all the men you’d been with. There had been times you praised and flattered them just so that you could get yourself off afterwards, since all men were suckers for compliments. 

Sam, though, hit all your checkmarks and then some. He hummed out something that sounded vaguely like, “More,” but the toll of exertion garbled it.

Either way, you were only more than happy to say ‘more.’ “The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe you’re in my bed tonight. The faces you make, even how you–" you were interrupted by a flash of pleasure as he did something with his hips that was no beginner's move, "--how you look fucking sweating– god, I could look at you forever.” Sam’s hips jerked directly into your g-spot then, and it was all you needed to arch your back and gasp, quickly reaching down to circle your clit and extend the orgasm that overtook you. Sam let out a strangled moan from behind you and, with a few more uneven thrusts, buried himself deep inside of you and pulsed, filling up the condom he’d donned. 

As both of you caught your breaths, you shakily lowered yourself down to your forearms and Sam followed, trying to chase the warmth of your cunt that he didn’t seem quite ready to leave, yet. You felt his weight settle on top of you, and the pressure across your body felt…really nice. Like an extra-weighted blanket that kissed your neck and had a hummingbird heartbeat that you could feel where it was pressed to your shoulder blade.

“I’m gonna have to leave soon, aren’t I?” he said softly, dread clear in his tone.

You chuckled from underneath him. “Maybe. But not right now. Right now, you stay right where you are.”

He listened readily, even if he did eventually pull away to take the condom off and hide it in a piece of toilet paper. When he returned, he sat next to you instead of climbing back on top, and you missed his warmth, but you were also tuckered out, and once Sam started trailing his hand up and down your spine, you didn’t know you’d fallen asleep until you woke up, alone in the room.

The door slipped shut – you figured that was what woke up, and the dark shape that turned out to be your mom whispered, “Sorry!” as you sat up, a different name than hers on your lips.

Oh well. It was bound to happen, so you didn’t let the fact that Sam had left without a goodbye keep you from returning to sleep. After you dragged yourself up and to the bathroom, because a UTI was enough to keep you from sleeping again, wrapped in the blanket you’d brought and hoping that your mom didn’t know you were naked underneath it as you passed each other in the room.

…

Considering that you were the one that was supposed to be jumpy after a night out, you found your mom’s behavior strange the next morning at breakfast. Restless, searching, and barely touching her plate, you raised your brows as she acted like a kid on Christmas. Which was apt, considering that it was Christmas. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking towards the door where she’s fixed her eyes.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “I just…met someone last night?”

A smile spread out across your lips. Because it definitely hadn’t been obvious this morning when she came in smelling like a man, and that thought wiped the smile right off your lips. Because if you could smell her date’s cologne…then shit.

“That’s cool,” you replied mildly. The last thing you wanted to do was give off the impression that you expected anything from her, whether that be a committed relationship or for her to be celibate until she died. She deserved happiness in whichever form it found her, and you weren’t going to let her worry for you ruin anything. 

She smiled, then, real big and genuine. “There he is! Act cool, act cool!” 

“You’re the one freaking out!” you giggled, ducking away with your toast as she batted at you. Turning your head to look over your shoulder in order to see her mystery man, you cocked it with what little neck movement you had left. You didn’t know him, that was for sure. Never seen him before in your life. But something about him was…familiar. 

He greeted you mom with a big smile as well and a smooth kiss to her cheek when she stood up to give him a quick, bashful hug, sneaking in glances at you as she did. “Y/N…this is Joe.”

Not to be taken lightly, you stood up – still shorter than the stranger, but trying to impose your presence by being the first to put your hand out. “Hi, Joe.”

The man looked at you with a glint in his eye that you could have sworn you’d seen somewhere else. The TV? An ad? Who knew, but it was making your eye twitch that you didn’t have an answer. 

“Hello, Y/N – I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” He only grinned at your posturing on him. “My niece and nephew were getting ready in their room when I left, so they should be coming in a few minutes. They’re about your age, I think.” You nodded, still not breaking eye contact with this ‘Joe’ guy. “So that…you know, you won’t have to be stuck in our boring, adult-conversation world.”

Satisfied that you’d at least made him stutter, you smiled sweetly at him. “Right. Taxes and all, huh?” and sat down right as he let out a booming laugh that ended with, “There’s the sleeping beauties! Y/N, my Darling Date,” he said, motioning to your mom, who blushed at the name, “this is my niece, Ronnie, and my nephew, Sam.”

Your head nearly snapped backwards, and your mom moved in to shake their hands – sure enough, it was the beautiful boy who’d snuck out of your room just a few hours before and a girl that shared some of the exact same features that you also picked out on their uncle, and he was grinning like the sun had taken refuge in a puppy dog that had been turned into a human by a fairy or some shit.

While your mom cooed over his sister, you stood up so that you were face to face with Sam. He didn’t take his eyes of yours as he stuck his hand out. “Hi. I’m Sam, and I think Santa finally put me on the nice list this year.”

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Kay’s Fic Recs !!!

all of these fics are 18+ and contain smut! read at your own discretion ;)

Josh:

Confession by @thewritingbeforesunrise

The Art of Life by @gvfgal

Brightest Blue by @garbagevanfleet

I See Hell in Your Eyes by @joshsindigostreak

Uncharted Territory by @ficthots

Little Fantasy by @jake-kiszkas-smirk

No Hands by @joshym

Valtava by @gretavanlace

Jake:

Covet by @jakeyt

Imperfect Moments by @abeautylives

Le Morte d’Arthur by @joshym

Cream & Sugar by @sacredthefran

Sémillante by @profitofthedune

Last Call by @milkgemini

The Red Medallion by @earthlysorrows

Capital Vices by @builtbybrokenbells

Pedagogue by @profitofthedune

Dear Patience by @ageofbajabule

Tending by @zm-gvf

Mirror of the Damned by @alwaysonthemend

The Professor by @jakekiszkasmommy

Crimson Lace by @meetingthestarcatchers

Sammy:

Pink Lemonade by @garbagevanfleet

It’s Called Being Nice by @gretavanfleetposts

Locked Out by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

A Need That Goes Unspoken by @neverwanttofallasleep

How I’m Imagining You by @geminisecrets

Seven by @garbagevanfleet

Danny:

Stretch You Out by @gvfgal

Black Swan by @holybananafuck

Struck by @gretavangroupie

Little Bird by @gretavanlace

Red by @vanfleeter

Stroke Me by @hyperfixated-gvf

Twins:

Poppins by @gretavanlace

Kismet by @gretavangroupie & @sacredstarcatcher

What Is And What Should Never Be by @sinsofstardust

Down The Hall by @milkgemini

Skin Deep by @streamingcolors-gvf

Forbidden Twins

Vigilance by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

A Beautiful Riff by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Janny:

Valor by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

Greta Van Fleet

Fire in the Water by @gretavanfleetposts

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[sacredjake]

Heaven & Hell

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! basically p*rn, there is no plot. unprotected penetrative sex, cussing, impact play/spanking, edging, orgasm denial, sir kink, daddy kink, nicknames, hair pulling (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), rough sex, cockwarming, squirting, dom!jake, eyeliner jake, sweaty jake, some fluff at the end. if i missed any pls let me know!

a/n: i intended to write this many moons ago and finally got around to it. this is inspired by end DIG jake and his smudged eyeliner. huge thank you to @gold-mines-melting for proof reading, coming up with the title, sending pic ideas and telling me to put in more sweaty jake and better descriptions of his beautiful tummy that we all love so much. love you so much, poppy, thank you<33333 also i wanna say that this is the first time @malany-gvf has not read one of my fics before it got posted so she will be going in blind hehe <3

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The show seemed to drag on for eternity, and you were grateful when the boys reappeared back on the stage for their encore. It's not that you weren’t enjoying the show. You were actually enjoying it a little too much. More specifically you were enjoying the way your hot rockstar of a boyfriend looked on the stage, his chest and neck glistening with sweat, his fingers moving furiously against the strings of his guitar, the way his hips were rocking into the instrument and his back arched, and the eyeliner that had smudged under his eyes. 

Oh the eyeliner. 

It was a shock to you just as much as it was to the fans that night when the curtain dropped. It was faint, just a little bit of black on his waterline, but my god was it driving you absolutely insane. And as the show went on, and the more Jake sweat, the more the eyeliner smudged making it almost unbearable. The throbbing between your legs wouldn't cease and only got worse, the thin material of your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core with the arousal that pooled there.

When they started to play Highway Tune you decided it was time to make your way down to the floor so you could meet them as they walked back to their dressing rooms. You were able to catch the last half of the song after their jam session break, and you waited patiently for them to come off the stage. Just by the way Jake had been playing tonight you knew he would be looking for some relief, and that thought alone excited you. 

They had finally finished their set and were coming off the stage, Jake was first, nearly sprinting down the steps. Instead of handing his guitar to his stagehand Jake kept walking, one hand on the neck of the guitar to keep it from swinging about. His eyes were glued to your frame the moment he saw you standing there, the eyeliner extenuating his piercing stare. When he caught up to you, his right arm grabbed your left bicep, pulling you with him down the hall.

You didn’t say a word, knowing all too well what was going on. His guitar was covering the erection that had gotten increasingly worse throughout the night which is why he didn’t hand it off. His fingers dug into the meat of your arm, threatening to leave bruises, and it only turned you on more. The thought of him needing release so badly, and what he was about to do to you in the arena dressing room. 

Jake released your arm once at the door, his hand flying out to twist the knob. He guided you inside the room with a hand on your lower back, and quickly shut the door behind himself. You wandered over to the vanity in the dressing room, finding the eyeliner he used still laying on the counter. 

“The eyeliner was a nice touch, baby. Made all the fans go crazy.” You picked the pencil up and rolled it between your fingers. You watched through the vanity as Jake carefully removed his beloved guitar from his body and placed it on the spare stand by the couch. With the guitar out of the way, you could see just how badly he was straining against his pants.

He was quiet as he came up behind you, his left hand gripping your hip, the right brushing against your neck lightly to move your hair, exposing your neck. You watched his reflection come closer to you, his mouth right by the shell of your ear. His lips skimmed across your skin leaving fiery heat in their wake trailing from your ear down to the junction of your shoulder and neck where he began to place wet, hot kisses against your skin. 

“And what about you, sweetness? You seemed to be enjoying the show more than usual tonight. I bet those lacey panties of yours are just dripping.” The sensation of his breath fanning over your skin was making your head fuzzy, and your limbs weak. You barely registered the sound of the eyeliner pencil dropping onto the counter from your hand. 

You reached behind your head, tangling your fingers into his hair as your head rested against his shoulder, your back arching to push your ass further into his erection. With both his hands on your hips, Jake gave you what you asked for, rutting his hips into the swell of your ass. A whimper flew from your lips unable to contain just how needy you were for him.

“Jake please, don’t tease me. I need it, need you, bad.” Your voice was breathy and cracked when it came out, sounding like nothing more than a sigh. His hands traveled to the front of your denim shorts, popping the button and pulling the zipper down slowly. Jake slid the material down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. 

“Oh don’t worry,” He nipped at your neck before pulling away, “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” 

Jake pulled your hands away from him and placed them on top of the vanity, closer to the mirror. With the new placement of your hands he had you bent over the desk of the vanity, giving him the perfect view of your ass and your face. Not completely satisfied with your position, Jake swiftly nudged your feet wider apart with his own, spreading your legs for him. 

“She’s all wet and ready for me, isn’t she?” He drug his middle finger over your clothed slit slowly. The minor action alone made your heat clench and your clit throb. You needed more, and Jake obliged. His finger peeled your underwear away from your sopping cunt, dropping them to lay with your shorts. 

Once removed, his middle and ring fingers swept between your folds, stopping at your clit to rub tight, fast circles. His other hand was busy with the button and fly of his pants, doing his best to free his cock from its confines. You watched his dick slap against his tan and toned stomach that was still glistening with sweat as he pulled his boxers down. He grasped himself with his free hand and ran his tip through your folds, gathering your slick. Your high was building steadily the entire time, the coil in your core getting tighter and tighter. But in an instant it was gone. Jake’s ministrations on the hard bundle had stopped completely when he switched the hand holding his dick to pump himself a few times, covering him tip to base in your arousal.

You were ready to beg, and plead for him to do something, anything, when he slammed himself into you fully. The force with which he rocked into you caused your elbows to give out, your weight leaning solely on your forearms against the cold wood of the desk, and forcing your back to arch more. 

“Fuck Jake!” You gasped in pleasure at the way he stretched and filled you just right. It was borderline painful, but that's what made it so delectable. His hips hammered into you, punishing and unrelenting. Just the way you liked. 

You pressed your hand against the cool mirror to protect your head from being rammed into it, never taking your eyes off of Jake. Sweat trailed down his face and chest, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. The scene was like one you had seen almost a hundred times, but not restricted solely to the bedroom. He looked as he did on stage not too long ago, brows furrowed and pinched together, mouth hung open slightly, hips thrusting and eyes glued to the source of his pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” He nearly growled watching his cock piston in and out of you, “God you take me so fucking well. Like you’re made just for me, isn’t that right?” He tore his eyes from where the two of you connected and met yours through the reflection in the mirror. All of the air had been sucked out of your lungs. The sight of his dark, lustful eyes rimmed in the black eyeliner had depleted you of all thoughts and oxygen. You could only stare back at him and nod with your mouth open. 

Air quickly filled your lungs again with a sharp breath as his hand came down on your ass. The sound cracked loudly throughout the space, the motions of his hips never ceasing. You knew there was likely to be a full handprint, red and angry etched onto your skin. 

“I’ll try again in case you didn’t understand the question,” He planted his hand on the vanity next to your elbow, the sweat that spilled down his chest now began to seep into your shirt as he leaned into you. His other hand gripped your hip, using it to hold you firm. You didn’t dare look away from him, holding eye contact while he spoke next to your ear. 

“Who does this dripping cunt belong to?” He asked, his voice low and gruff. You couldn’t stop the groan that tumbled passed your lips even if you had tried. 

Jake was always sweet and gentle with you. He would constantly whisper ‘i love you’s into your hair with a kiss, bring you flowers any chance he had, open doors for you and hold you like you were the most fragile thing on the planet. You knew he would never hurt you intentionally and loved the way he worships you. 

Every now and then, though, you would get this side of Jake. He was demanding and rough and obscene. And you loved every single bit of it. This was exactly what you had been hoping for when you saw him on stage earlier in the night, and you were ready to feed into this side of him. 

“You, daddy, it’s all for you. Only for you.” You cooed watching for his reaction. His jaw clenched, and you could’ve sworn the chocolate of his irises turned solid black. 

In a split second he stood back up, both hands latched onto your waist. The speed on his hips never waivered, but his hands guided your hips to meet his with every thrust. 

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded quickly. 

Your promise was quickly forgotten as his hips drilled into you faster and harder. The pace he set was absolutely grueling. With each thrust you were brought closer and closer to your end, you couldn’t hold your head up any longer. Your chin dropped down to your chest, your eyes squeezing shut. 

“What did I just fucking say?” Jake’s hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you upwards as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. When your back was fully flush against his chest, his hand moved upwards to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. With the new angle you were teetering on the edge of bliss.

Jake knew instantly. He knew your body better than anyone. Knew all the signs of your impending orgasm. 

“I’m gonna-“ You were swiftly cut off with a smack to your left outer thigh. 

“No you aren’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and you’re not going to cum until I say so.” Jake grit out through his clenched teeth next to your ear, hot breath cascading over your sticky skin. 

Using the hold on your jaw he roughly pushed you back towards the counter top of the vanity. Your left arm shot down, your right catching on the mirror to stabilize yourself. Every breath, moan, and whine escaping your mouth fell against the mirror making it fog slightly. 

“Jake please, please. I can’t- I need to- fuck, I need to cum, please.” You whine, giving him your best fucked-out-doe-eyes. 

Jake’s only response was a groan coming from deep within his chest. His hand that was previously on your jaw wound tightly in your hair, drawing your head back sharply. The new pleasure that coursed throughout your body was heavenly. You felt him everywhere, and it was sinful bliss. 

With the grip on your hair, he used the leverage to pull your body backwards to meet each unforgiving thrust of his hips. The only sounds that came from you now were choked back sobs as you did your best to keep your orgasm at bay. You did as you were told and kept your eyes on his reflection, his lust blown orbs staring back at you. 

“Oh fuck babygirl, just like that.” The words came out low and breathy, sending you headfirst into your long awaited climax. Through your squinted eyes you watched as Jake’s head snapped back, his mouth hung open. 

Before he reached his own climax, he pulled out of you quickly. His fingers circled your clit making sure to carry you through the rest of your high. When you finally came down, he turned you around pressing your ass to sit on the counter. Without warning Jake dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled your thighs around his shoulders, eyes boring into you the entire time. 

He dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, gathering your release and groaning deeply, his eyes rolling backwards. The sight alone was enough to bring you to the edge so quickly. The smudged eyeliner underneath his eyes made him look so soft, yet dangerous. Like he could flip on a dime at any moment and split you in half just as he was moments ago. 

With each pass of his tongue over your sensitive bundle the coil deep in your core burned hotter. Jake was steadily working you towards another orgasm with his velvet smooth tongue alone. Your nails raked against his scalp, pulling groans from him and sending the vibrations straight to your dripping heat. 

You could spend eternity like this. Jake’s head between your legs, worshiping you the way he loves most. He looked absolutely divine. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and neck. The ends of his hair clinging to the wet skin. The look in his eyes was probably the best part. He looked like he was in absolute heaven, enjoying the way his tongue glided against you, gathering every bit of your sweet nectar.

Just when you were about to fall off the edge, Jake pulled back with a wicked grin. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, his tongue darting out to clean what he missed. You huffed a needy sigh in retaliation. 

“What’s the matter babygirl?” He rose to his feet and placed his hands on the vanity, caging your hips between them. His eyes darted around your face in faux concern before his mouth broke into a smirk. 

“Oh.” 

Such a simple word, but it was mocking and condescending, “Did you think I was going to let you cum?” The arrogant smirk never left his face as he reached up to tuck the hair from your face behind your ear. His hand slid down your neck softly, landing on the juncture of your throat and shoulder. 

“Only good girls get to cum more than once, baby. You haven’t been very good.” 

“I’ve been good.” You whined with a pout, squirming under his gaze. 

“But you haven’t. I told you not to cum until I said so and did you listen?” 

“No.” You dropped your chin to your chest, your focus landing on his necklaces dangling from his chest. His hand snaked up your neck to the base of your skull, his thumb pushing under your jaw and forcing you to look up at him. 

“No, you didn’t. Do you know what that means?” 

“I need to be punished.” You whispered innocently and sweet, looking at him doe-eyed. 

“That’s right, baby. Stand up.” 

You did as he asked and stood from your seated position with a little help from Jake. He led you to the couch where he rid himself of his pants and boxers fully before taking a seat. 

“You’re gonna ride me until I say you can cum. Is that clear?” 

He looked glorious sprawled out across the mundane couch. His arms were outstretched on the back, legs wide open and cock pressed against his soft, yet firm stomach. Everything about him in this simple state exuded confidence and authority.

The cushions of the couch were plush, your knees sinking into them softly as you moved closer to straddle him. With your mouth practically watering you nodded frantically. You received nothing but a ‘tsk’ from Jake and a firm hand connecting to your backside earning a hiss from your lips as you sucked in a quick breath. 

“I asked you a question.” He was stoic with an eyebrow cocked looking up at you, waiting for another slip up. 

“Yes sir.” 

“That’s my girl.” His hand soothed the sting it left behind and slid upwards to rest on your waist.  You lowered yourself down onto his lap with your hand wrapped around his length, guiding him through your slick walls. 

He wore the same authoritative expression as you lowered yourself all the way down. Cocksure and waiting. It was a sight that made you that much more aroused. Something about the way he emanated power while you were mechanically in control turned you on immensely. 

With both hands on his shoulders for support you lifted yourself up while rolling your hips forward before taking all of him in again. The speed you moved was steady, enjoying the feeling of his cock pushing and pulling against your clenching walls. Each motion of your hips wound the coil tighter and hotter, your second orgasm within reach. 

It was at this point that Jake grew impatient. His fingers dug roughly into the flesh at your waist and he took control of your hips, lifting you up quickly before slamming you back down on him fully. With each descent of your hips to his, you were met halfway as he began to thrust up into you. Moans, and gasps tumbled past your lips with an occasional curse word. 

Your body eventually gave up, letting Jake have all the power. The only thing holding you upright were your arms looped around his neck and his left arm cradling the entirety of your back, your head supported with the same hand. In this position he was all around you. There was nothing else, only Jake. 

You kept your eyes locked on his, your mouth hung open in ecstasy, his lips drawn up into something akin to a pinched sneer. 

“Is the pretty girl too fucked out to beg?” He mocked between thrusts. You couldn’t answer him, not a coherent thought forming. 

“That’s okay baby. She’s doing all the begging for you, gripping my cock so tight. I know she wants it.” Your eyes rolled back at the way he spoke about your pussy. He was going to be the death of you. 

“Go on then, let her have it. Cum for me, princess, give it to me.” Jake grit between clenched teeth, holding back his own climax just long enough to demand yours. For the second time he threw you over the edge into the vast pit of searing pleasure. The feeling was euphoric and relieving, the intense pressure that had been building finally released. 

Though your senses were dulled through the haze you could feel water coating your thighs, ass and belly, soaking portions of your shirt. 

“Oh fuck!” Jake groaned from below you the sound emanating from deep within his chest. He fucked into you faster somehow prolonging your orgasm and increasing the amount of liquid you felt splattering your skin. 

“That’s it babygirl, keep soaking my cock. Such a good girl squirting for daddy. Goddamn.” Praises flew past his clenched teeth as he reached his own high only to fall on deaf ears. You were far too gone to understand any of what he was saying. 

Violent muscle spasms rolled through your body while Jake did his best to support you through his release. He pulled your body into his with your chests pressed together and your cheek resting against his shoulder. The spasms faded into twitches before dissipating while you laid against him. You could feel every breath he took, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Goddamn you are perfect,” Jake whispered breathlessly and turned to place a kiss on your cheek, smoothing your hair with his hand, “I love you so much, baby.” 

You peered up at him, not having the energy to move your head, and met his eyes. He was smiling softly at you and practically glowing. A smile etched its way onto your face, tired and completely fucked out. 

“I love you too.” 

The two of you stayed in that position for a little while longer until you were uncomfortable, your combined sweat beginning to dry. You sat up from his sticky chest and winced due to the soreness and him still being tucked inside you. Jake was about to help you off of him when you froze. 

The entire couch was practically soaked. The cushions on either side of you were wet and you were positive the one below you had to be drenched. Your shirt was also wet, the lower half of it clinging to your skin, and Jake’s groin and belly showed remnants of liquid that had sprayed across him.

“Oh my god…” 

“Made quite the mess baby, but it’s okay,” He pulled you closer with a hand to the nape of your neck, “It was insanely hot.” He flashed you a smirk and placed a quick kiss to your lips. 

He helped you ease off of him and stand, holding your hands while you regained your balance on wobbly legs. When he was sure you could stand on your own he followed suit. Your guess was in fact correct. The cushion that had been below you was almost completely covered. 

Jake followed your wide eyes staring at the couch. As if sensing your anxiety he pulled the cushion out of the couch, turning it 180° before flipping it over and placing it back on the couch. He did the same with the others before looking back to you. 

“Good as new.” He pulled you into his side and kissed your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a thankful squeeze. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby. Now,” He squeezed you back before untangling himself from you to face you fully and hold both of your hands, “Let’s get you a new shirt and get back to the hotel so we can take a nice hot shower and clean you up. How does that sound?” 

“Like heaven.” You sighed dreamily feeling your body relax at just the mention of hot water cascading over your aching muscles. 

“Not quite,” Jake chuckled and shook his head, “You’re the only thing on this earth that’s like Heaven, baby.” 

“If I’m like Heaven, then what’re you?” 

He gave you a wicked grin and shot you a wink, holding his arms out as if presenting himself. 

“Welcome to Hell, angel.”

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Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of SA!!! smut (minors dni), alcohol. If I missed anything please let me know!

Summary: You and Jake have never seen eye to eye, but when a guy creeps you out at his house party, does that change?

A/N: awful summary lol sorry I’m so tired and have been wanting to post this for ages. This is not as good as I wanted it to be, or as long, but I do not have the patience for that. For some reason the ideas were just not flowing for this fic, so I feel like it’s kinda jumpy. Sorry about that!! Also, my requests are open!! Anyway, enough of me yapping. Enjoy!!

This was not your thing; parties. It’s not that you hated them, but a nine pm bed time meant a lot more to you. Drinking made you sleepy. However, parties are especially not your thing when Jake is there. Even more so when they’re hosted at his house.

Much like tonight.

You can’t deny Josh’s puppy dog eyes for very long though, and you weren’t going to let one person ruin your night. He’s hosting the party anyway, so he has much more important things to worry about than trying to piss you off. You thought.

You thought wrong. As always.

The night begun smoothly. You felt confident and sexy, your dress hugging you in all the right places. You weren’t planning on getting into anyones pants tonight, but it felt nice to know you could. With that being said, you also felt nervous. You and Jake couldn’t get along at all; you can be civil when needs be, but it never lasts long. If you can’t get along sober, you doubt adding copious amounts of alcohol is going to have a positive impact.

You made your rounds of everyone, making sure to say hi to the people you knew; also making sure to keep well away from Jake. You and Jake have been holding the battle of “who can be the meanest” for quite some time now, and you honestly can’t even remember how it started, but you strongly disliked him. You’re both extremely stubborn, so as much as you feel bad for feuding with your best friends’ brother, you wouldn’t be caught dead making amends. And neither would he.

Obviously your first point of call after saying hello was getting yourself a nice, strong drink. A necessity, in your opinion. Definitely a necessity when jake’s around. You’d already lost Josh, who you came with, and you were now left to fend for yourself. You did know a good amount of people, but everyone knew everyone else more than you knew them, so you weren’t really sure where to start.

You wondered back to the main event, scouring the room for someone you know well enough to join their conversation. As you were looking around, you caught the eyes of Jake. His shirt was buttoned up by two buttons, max. You couldn’t quite see due to the darkness of the room. Speaking of, he’s wearing sunglasses. What a douchebag you thought. I mean, seriously? Sunglasses? In an almost pitch black room?

His hair was falling nicely, though. The sunglasses were giving his hair something to flow against, and it was framing his face well. It doesn’t matter how much you hate him, you will always be jealous of his hair.

He smirks at you, mischief written all over his face. You roll your eyes and move on. You promised Josh you wouldn’t argue with Jake tonight, and you really did feel bad. You know how hard it is for them to navigate this.

However, Jake had other intentions. He started walking over; you knew you were well within your rights to walk away, but you also knew that this would happen at some point, so you might as well get it over and done with.

“You look cute.” He mentioned sarcastically, gesturing to your dress.

“Thanks. Wish I could say the same about you.” You retorted with an eye roll, taking a step away from him. You wanted as much distance between you as possible.

“Oh, c’mon. You and I both know you like what you see.” He suggested with a cocky smirk, pointing at himself. He took a step closer, closing the space between you that you had just made.

“Seriously? You have that big of an ego? Take a look at yourself for once. You’re wearing sunglasses in a dimly lit room. Could you look like more of a dick?” You replied, taking a sip of your drink. You knew he enjoyed this a lot more than you did; you were easier to piss off.

“Look at myself? Look at you! You look like you’re begging to take someone home in that dress.” He laughed, throwing his head back. ‘Always so dramatic’ you thought.

“Yeah? Well at least I could take someone home if I wanted to, which I don’t, for the record. You can’t, not when you look like as much of an uptight prick as you.” You argued. You felt like steam was coming out of your ears. He always had to dig deep. Every time.

He began responding, but you had already started walking away. Like you said, you’d promised Josh you wouldn’t argue with him tonight, so you really didn’t want it to go any further.

You spot danny and Sam and take this opportunity to distract yourself. “hey guys, you having fun?” You asked as you waved at them.

“Hey y/n, did Josh ditch you? Already?” Sam queried, turning to face you. Danny sniggered beside him in response.

“Well, yeah. But I promise that’s not why I came to chat.” You knew that whatever Sam was suggesting was just a joke, but you also knew that if Josh hadn’t of ditched you, the overwhelming joy you felt when you saw them probably wouldn’t have been as intense.

“Yeah, whatever. How’s things with Jake? I see you’ve continued your feud.” Danny joined, subtly looking over to Sam. They know exactly how to wind you up. You will never understand how they find the humour in this situation; if it was the other way round, you would’ve grown impatient a long time ago.

“Yeah, but that’s done for the night. I’m really not in the mood for it to carry on tonight.” You said as you grabbed your drink to take another sip, taking a seat next to danny.

“Are you ever in the mood for jake, though? You say that every time, and every time the feud continues.” Sam giggled.

“You know, he’s right. How did this ‘feud’ even start? I can’t quite remember.” Danny said. Him and Sam were now laughing a little too hard considering how unfunny their comments were. At least you didn’t find them funny.

“You know what guys, maybe I will carry it on. Just for you.” You remarked, pointing your finger at both of them to further emphasis your point.

“Oh, we would love to see that.” Laughed Danny, turning to face you completely.

“Maybe you should just fuck it out. I mean, if all of our mutual friends can agree on that, maybe we’re right.” Sam added, without laughing. He was serious. He seriously suggested you ‘fuck it out’. With his brother.

“You guys suck. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab another drink.” You began walking away as they laughed; obviously happy with themselves for managing to wind you up.

You made your way into the kitchen, your eyes landing on a guy stood in the corner. You smiled politely as you walked past him to make your next drink. “You on your own?” He asked. Are. You. Serious. You thought. You were not in the mood for this.

“Uh, no. My friends are just in the living room, where everyone else is.” You said bluntly. You hoped that gave him the hint that you were definitely not interested.

Obviously, it didn’t.

“Your ass looks beautiful in that dress.” He said boldly as he took a step closer, looking you up and down.

“Thanks, but I’m not looking for any of that tonight.” You smiled in an attempt to soften the blow, whilst taking a step back.

“C’mon, you can’t wear a dress like that and not want some attention.” He laughed, reaching his hand out to brush your arm. You quickly retracted.

You were starting to panic slightly as it was clear he wasn’t getting the hint. “I’m okay, really.” You reiterated, taking another step back. You were now against the counter, awaiting his next move.

As he started to take a step towards you, Jake walked into the kitchen, pausing as he witnesses the guy come closer to you; again trying to reach out and touch your arm. He flicks his eyes to you, and you look at him with pleading eyes. You really hope he can see what you’re trying to tell him.

“Hey, what are you doing, man?” Jake asked, flicking his eyes between you as he walked further into the kitchen.

“That’s none of your business, man.” He mocks, drawing his attention back to you.

“It is when it’s my house. Did she tell you she was interested in you before you cornered her?” He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He folded his arms and leaned on the counter, raising his eyebrows as he impatiently waited for his response.

“Well, I- no, but-“

“Enough said. Get off of her and get out of my house.” He spoke with a steady tone, pushing himself off of the counter and moving out of the way, further prompting the guy to leave.

You breathed out, not even realising you were holding your breath. “Thank you so much.” You sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to ground yourself.

“Yeah, are you okay? Did anything else happen?” He asked with panic laced in his voice. He walked over to you and moved his eyes over you to check that you were okay.

You looked up at him. His eyes were laced with concern and worry; they looked softer, It was different. He always looked at you with such annoyance, but you liked this. “I’m okay. Thank you, Jake.” You replied. You really were okay, but unwanted men coming onto you will never get less daunting.

“I’m sorry that happened. If you need anything, you let me know. My bedroom is upstairs to the right if you need some quiet.” He said softly as he ran his hand through his hair, letting it fall back into place.

You were taken back, to say the least. You and Jake were never nice to each other unless absolutely necessary, but even then you were still throwing dirty looks around like there was no tomorrow. It was a moment of clarity. You would see Jake acting somewhat similarly to others; always so kind and caring. But never towards you. You wondered what it would be like to not dislike him so much, and to actually get along with him. Although this only gave you a small taste of that, you liked this a lot more than hating him. You still hated him though. You’re way too stubborn to admit that you might like him, even to yourself.

“Thanks. I’m okay, I promise. I always get shaken up when this type of stuff happens. I just need another drink.” You laughed a little, trying to soften the mood slightly. You picked up your cup and started to fiddle with it. You felt too awkward just standing there.

“Yeah, sure. Help yourself. Do you want me to stay with you and then help you find josh? So you’re not on your own again?” He suggested as he walked past you to get a drink out of the fridge.

What the fuck? You thought. You knew Jake could be nice, but you never expected him to be this caring. Not in a million years.

“Uh, yeah, actually. Would that be okay? I don’t want to steal you from your own party.” You mumbled, starting to pour a concoction of various kinds of alcohol into your cup.

“Of course. I know where he is, so it shouldn’t take long.” He reassured you with a soft smile, brushing past you to find a bottle opener for his drink.

You grabbed your drink and went with Jake to find Josh. Once you found him, you said your thank you’s to Jake and walked over to Josh.

“Was that Jake? Were you just with Jake? Did you just smile at Jake?” He asked, an excited grin on his face. He got up from his seat, eager to find out if your battle with Jake has finally ended or not.

“Yes, yes, and yes. Some guy was being a massive creep and Jake saw and kicked him out. He was really sweet, actually. It was weird.” You said, taking a sip of your drink whilst stealing Josh’s seat.

“Does this mean you both like each other?” He said, completely disregarding the small mention of the creepy guy; you didn’t blame him, though. This was exciting for him. His smile widened as he got more eager by the second.

“No. I still hate him.” You said firmly. You were not admitted the fact that you maybe, slightly like Jake. Not happening.

“Ugh, c’mon, y/n. You know he can be nice, you’ve seen it yourself. He’s even been nice to you now. Without any prompting.” He pleaded as he sat on the edge of the table opposite you.

You leaned back against the sofa and sighed. You looked at Josh’s face and you could see he was desperate for this to finally be over. “Okay, fine. I don’t like Jake. However, I’m not as inclined to gauge his eyes out when I look at him anymore. Happy?” You reasoned.

He shook his head and smiled. “Fine. This is a starting point, then.”

“Sure. You can call it that if you’d like.” You giggled. It was clear he was a little frustrated, all he wanted was his best friend and brother to get along, but it was fun to wind him up sometimes.

As the night went on, people slowly startled to filter out the party, only leaving a few people. You were thinking about jake, and how he helped you. You wanted to repay him, so you took yourself to the kitchen and began clearing up some of the used cups. You figured he would appreciate this, since no one likes cleaning up the morning after whilst morbidly hungover.

You were nearly done when Jake walked in. He paused in the doorway, “What are you doing?” He asked, not moving.

“Oh, hi. I’m just cleaning up a little bit. Thought it might help you out tomorrow when you’re hungover.” You stated, smiling at him and continuing to throw away all the trash laying around.

“You don’t have to do that.” He began to walk over and attempted to take the bag from your hands. You pulled your hands away.

“You didn’t have to help me earlier.” You looked up at him and sent him a reassuring smile. You really wanted to help out.

“How are you doing after earlier?” He asked, ignoring your previous statement.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you helped.” You replied, setting the bag down on the floor when there was no more trash left on the counters.

“How are you getting home?” He wondered, picking up the trash bag and moving it to the doorway so he could take it out later.

“Oh, I was just going to get a taxi.” You said as you fiddled with your rings, again feeling awkward with this new tone of conversation between you.

He shook his head, “No, you can stay here.”

“Why do you care how I get home?” You retort. It came out slightly harsher than you expected, and he took a step back.

“Why do i care?” He repeated. “Look, we might not see eye to eye, but what happened to you tonight wasn’t okay. He might not have done anything, but who knows what might’ve happened if i didn’t show up at the right time. I know you know that, and I also know that you’re going to have overwhelming anxiety about getting into a taxi, by yourself, at night. I’m not willing to let you do that whilst you’re also drunk and vulnerable. What kind of person would that make me if I didn’t care?” He said, raising his voice. He began to walk away from you, making his way out of the kitchen.

You rushed over to him, grabbing his hand to pull him back into the kitchen, “Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I guess I’m just used to keeping my guard up around you.” You apologised, looking up at him. You realised you were still holding his hand, so you hesitatingly let go. You’d never really been this close to him, and you weren’t complaining. You studied his features, moving your eyes around his face.

“I know, me too. I’m sorry for shouting, it’s just annoying because I was being nice, and you sort of threw it back in my face.” He said as he did the same to you; studying your features.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss him, or what his calloused hands would feel like against your bare skin, or how he would feel insid- stop. You still hate him. You thought.

He wondered the same about you. He wondered how soft your lips would feel; how you would taste. He was willing to find out. In a moment of boldness, he began to move closer to your lips. He was getting closer, closer, clo-

“Hey guys- wait a minute. Did I just interrupt something?” Josh said as he walked into the kitchen, a smirk beginning to spread on his lips.

You both moved away from each other, not wanting to let on that you were making up with each other; or whatever you were doing. You weren’t really sure what just happened.

“No.” You both spoke at the same time.

“I was just clearing up, and then Jake came in. That’s all. What were you going to say?” You stuttered. You fiddled with your rings again, looking down at your hands.

“Oh. Well, I’m going to bed. I’m staying here tonight by the way, Jake.” He turned around and made his way out of the kitchen and upstairs to the spare room.

You giggled at Josh as you turned round to face jake again. “So, am I staying here, too?” You asked. You felt bad asking, but he was pretty clear on his opinions about you getting a taxi.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He responded. He reached his hand to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. He obviously felt nervous. Or awkward. Probably awkward, you assumed.

“Yeah, thanks. Can I take a shower?” You asked. You felt gross, you always did after drinking. You noticed his eyes move over you, sparking a warm feeling in your belly. You tried to push the feeling away, not prepared or ready to feel this way about him on such short notice.

“Yeah. The bathroom is upstairs, opposite the top of the stairs. The towels are in the cupboard next to it.” He replied whilst pointing upstairs. Neither of you moved, you just started at each other. You were both equally as confused at what happened before Josh interrupted. Was it a moment? Was it not a moment? Who knows.

After a few seconds of painfully awkward silence and staring, you left to go upstairs and take a shower. You found the towels in the cupboard that Jake mentioned, and turned the shower on. You adjusted the temperature so that it was a little warmer, and peeled off your dress. It felt good to get it off of you; you never found tight dresses as the most comfortable option.

You tied your hair up in a bun after seeing the stingy amount of options for shampoo. You also didn’t fancy sleeping in wet hair. You stepped in and immediately relaxed at the feeling of the water hitting your back, making every effort to not get your hair wet. You took your time washing yourself, not wanting to leave the warmth of the shower. Your mind wondered to Jake. You’d always thought he was attractive, but you were never attracted to him. Probably because he was never nice to you. But after tonight, after seeing the caring side you’d only ever observed, you felt differently about him. It was hard to dislike him as much when you had been on the receiving end of his selflessness and kindness. You wondered what this meant for your relationship with him. Were you still enemies? Or were you walking into new territory with him? You weren’t sure.

Eventually, you decided to get out and began drying yourself. You wrapped the towel around you and tried to find Jake to ask where you would be sleeping, and if he had any clothes for you to wear. Both questions which should’ve been asked before you got in the shower, you realised. You found him in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed in just his trousers. You’d never seen him shirtless, and you’d never say no to seeing it again; that’s for sure.

You knocked gently on the door despite it being open, to let him know of your presence. He looked up and raked his eyes down your figure. You felt exposed.

“Hey. I was just wondering if you had anything for me to wear, and where I was sleeping?” You asked, speaking gently to not wake Josh up.

“Uh, yeah. You can sleep in here, if that’s okay with you. I’ll find you some clothes to wear, just give me a second.” He said, getting up from his bed and making his way to the chest of drawers to find some clothes for you.

“But where will you sleep?” You asked, feeling confused as you watched him dig through his clothes.

“On the couch downstairs. Here, you can wear this top. You can wear these pyjama bottoms if you want, but they’re a little big on me, so they’ll probably be big on you, too.” He muttered as he handed the pile of clothes to you. Your hands brushed together, the small amount of contact bringing back the warm feeling in your stomach. Stop. You thought.

“No, I’ll take the couch. I can sleep anywhere, it’s okay.” You responded, moving your hand to the top of your towel to stop it from slipping.

“Honestly, just take the bed. Take it as my formal apology for the last however many years of shit.” He smirked, attempting to make a joke out of the ‘however many years’ of torture.

“Oh, we’re apologising now?” You countered, returning his smirk.

“I think it’s about time, don’t you? Anyway, it’s your turn now. I just made my apology.” He said as he moved closer to you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Not to erase all of our progress, but that was not a very good apology.” You argued. God, he looked good without a shirt. You thought.

“I think it was a great apology. I’m offering you to sleep in a nice, warm, comfortable bed.” He retorted, gesturing to the bed behind him.

You shook your head and laughed. “It didn’t even include the word “sorry”, Jake.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, y/n. Better?” He said, still sporting the same smirk.

You wanted to kiss him. You’d been trying to ignore this fleeting thought since you were in the kitchen together, but it was becoming insufferable. You squeezed your legs together at the sheer thought of him touching you.

“Better.” You responded, “I’m sorry, too. Truly.” You said, setting the tone to something more serious than before. You had less of an issue apologising to him now that he had initiated it, but you were so ready for this battle to be over between you.

He stared at you, not really knowing where to go from here. He also really wanted to kiss you; he thought you looked good in only a towel, and imagined how easy it would be to remove it. He imagined how you’d look underneath it, having to stop himself from finding out. He could see the swell of your breasts under the towel and felt himself starting to get hard. He saw your eyes flick down to his lips and linger there, before moving back up to his eyes. Does she want this, too? He thought. He took this as a signal that you felt the same and leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

You were in shock. You had been wanting this, but you did not realise he wanted it, too. You leaned into the kiss, feeding your hands into his hair. You tugged it at the roots slightly, earning a little groan from Jake in response. This felt so wrong; but it made sense. You wondered if all of your friends were right; maybe it was just built up sexual tension.

His hands moved round your waist, squeezing at your skin. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip begging for entrance, which you granted. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling and grabbed his arms, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You needed him, and he needed you just as much. You felt his hard-on press against your lower stomach. You could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him inside of you, and reached your hand down and palmed him through his trousers. He sucked in a breath and pulled away, “Stop. Are you sure you want this?” He asked with concern and desperation written all over his face, pushing you away from him slightly.

“Yes, Jake.” You whined. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that; you were aiming for a steadier, firmer tone, but you found it hard to care, It’s not like you weren’t getting a little impatient.

He leaned back in, kissing you with more passion than before. He moved his hands to the top of the towel, silently asking you to take it off. You obliged, taking your hands away from his neck and unravelled it, letting it slide down your body.

He moved his eyes over your body, groaning at the site of you. “Fuck, you look so pretty.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and kissing you again.

You moved your hands to his belt a second time, undoing the buckle and chucking it on the floor. You undid the buttons and he slid them off, stepping out of them and kicking them out of the way. You saw his growing bulge through his boxers; you wouldn’t be lying if you said your mouth started watering at the sight. You wanted to taste him.

So you did just that. You got down on your knees, using his thighs as an anchor to ensure you didn’t keel over; that would be embarrassing. He looked down at you, his jaw slack and his hair draped around his face. He took his hand and gently cupped your cheek, slowly guiding your head forward. “You want a taste, baby?” He whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded your head yes whilst you took your hands to the tops of his boxers, he stopped you. Again.

“Words.” He demanded, tightening his grip on your jaw.

“Yes, I wanna taste you.” You muttered, still gripping his boxers.

He nodded, giving you permission to carry on. You slid his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. There was pre cum dripping out of the head, and you swear you almost started dribbling at the sight.

You leaned forward, his hand still pressed against your face, and licked up the side. He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, moving his hand so that he could grip your hair.

You took the head into your mouth, sucking gently. You wanted to tease him. You moved down slowly, hollowing your cheeks ever so slightly. “Ah, fuck. Don’t tease.” He uttered. His breathing was starting to get irregular as you continued down his length.

He was getting impatient. He needed to be inside of you, and you were taking too long. He moved his hand to the back of your head, edging you forward and testing the waters. You hummed around his cock, giving him approval.

He moved your head forward, forcing you to take almost all of him into your mouth. He was huge; to say the least. You hollowed your cheeks as much as you could as he created a rhythm for you. You moved your hand from his thigh to the base of his cock, jerking him off slowly as you took the rest of him in your mouth.

He hit the back of your throat and you gagged around him. His hand faltered as he threw his head back, “Jesus, y/n.” He growled, pulling your hair harshly. You could start to feel him pulsing in your mouth, and you knew he was getting close. He was panting, at this point. His hair was sticking to his face and his jaw was slack. He looked hot, and the need you’ve been feeling for him has just increased by an obscene amount.

Almost as if he could sense your increasing desire, he pulled you off of him. “I nearly couldn’t stop myself.” He admitted sheepishly whilst he helped you off of your knees, bringing you in for another kiss. He could taste himself on your tongue; he could’ve come if he carried on, the images of you on your knees flooding his head.

“Get on the bed.” He uttered, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it onto the floor. You obliged, swaying your hips as you walked over to the bed.

He joined you on the bed and pushed your legs further apart, “Now it’s my turn to taste you. You want me to taste how sweet you are, honey?” He whispered as he placed soft kisses around your dripping cunt.

You moaned at the sheer thought of his mouth on you, “Yes, please.” You whined, moving your legs further apart as a way to prompt him.

He liked a stripe down you, causing your hips to buck into his mouth at the sudden sensation. You grabbed his hair in your hands, tugging slightly. “Eager, are we? I’ve barely even touched you.” He taunted, smirking to himself at the thought of getting you so worked up.

Your cheeks turned a crimson colour from embarrassment. “Please, do something. I need you.” You pleaded. It was getting too much now; you just needed something, badly.

“Be patient.” He muttered into you, pressing his mouth against you again. He circled your clit with his tongue, and with no warning, pushed his fingers into you; setting a relentless pace. The noise you made was inhuman, and as a reminder of the sleeping beauty next door, Jake smacked his hand on your thigh. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to hide the noises coming from you.

The rate at which he was pumping his calloused fingers was sending you to the edge at an embarrassing pace; he could feel you squeezing his fingers, “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He asked, somehow pumping his fingers even faster than before.

He sucked on your clit, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You were trying to speak, but you were sure your words were incoherent. Your orgasm was imminent; you were bucking your hips, desperate to come. His fingers hit a particular spot within you, and a wave of pleasure crashed into you full force. You were chanting his name like a mantra, though you were sure it made no sense. He took his fingers out of you and began lapping you up, striving to collect every little bit of your orgasm on his tongue. “So sweet.” He groaned.

You tried to push his head away; but he was stronger than you and carried on. “Can you give me another one? I know you can, sweet girl.” He prompted, pushing his fingers back inside of you and, yet again, setting a relentless pace.

“I need you, Jake.” You begged, still trying to pry his head away from yourself. You threw your head back into the pillows as the slight pain of overstimulated faded, being replaced with pleasure. “God, Jake.” You moaned.

“You gonna come around my fingers again, hm?” He taunted, placing his mouth back on your clit straight away.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes.” You whimpered, feeling your second orgasm approach quicker by the second.

“See? I knew you could do it for me.” He remarked, “C’mon, sweet girl. You can do it. Just one more and then you can have my cock, yeah?”

His words of encouragement egged you on, and you pulled at his hair in an attempt to bring him even closer. He groaned into you; the vibrations sending you over the edge. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. You were beginning to wonder why you hadn’t listened to your friends because you did not want to wait any longer for him, and you were already half way there.

He pulled his head away, and slowed down the pace of his fingers, slowly working you through your high. He climbed on top of you, and the cold metal of his necklaces touching your chest sent a chill down your body.

You leaned in, starting a heated kiss with him. You couldn’t get enough of him; eager to feel him inside of you. He moved down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking harshly. You arched your back into him, “Please, Jake. Please, I need you so badly.” You cried, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You moved your hand down to his cock and stroked him softly, “you want my cock, baby?” He uttered, trying to conceal the groan he let out from such a delicate touch.

“I can’t take it any longer, I need you, Jake.” You demanded, quickening your pace on his hard cock. He could’ve come right there and then; the combination of your touch and your shameless begging making it hard to control himself. It was painful, and he wondered how he didn’t just fuck you up against the wall the second you removed the towel.

He removed your hand, replacing them with his own, giving himself a few languid strokes before guiding it to your entrance. “You sure about this?” He asked, his tone switching from demanding to concerned.

“Jake, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might go insane.” You stated, looking up at him with pure desperation. You genuinely thought you were going to combust with how impatient you were getting.

He needed no further confirmation, and thrusted into you. You yelped at the feeling of him; the burning sensation from his cock stretching you out catching you off guard.

“Shit, y/n. You feel so good. So ready for me.” He panted, setting an unforgiving pace. His thrusts were deep, and reached all the right places.

You wrapped your arm around his back and dug your nails into him, needing something to grip onto. He groaned at the feeling, gripping the sheets beneath him. You could feel yourself getting closer already, and so could he, “Are you close? I can feel you- fuck, I can feel you squeezing me.” He groaned into your neck, “I wont last much longer if you keep doing that.” He moaned as he started to suck on your neck, leaving reminders of tonight for tomorrow.

You tried to respond, but the immense pleasure you were feeling caused your mind to go blank. You were trying to hold your orgasm off; not wanting this to end, but to no avail, your third orgasm came crashing down. You dragged your hands down jakes back, most definitely leaving scratches for him to discover tomorrow. He fucked you through your high; not faltering once, whilst whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear, “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

You came down from your high, feeling utterly fucked out. “Can you do one more for me? I know you can- fuck, just one more, please?” He said, his steady facade slipping in an instant.

“Jake, I can’t. It hurts.” You pleaded. On one hand, you never wanted this to end. But on the other hand, you were exhausted and the overstimulation hurt.

He moved his hand down to your clit, circling his fingers around it quickly. “You said that last time, and you did. Stop being pathetic.” He growled, leaning his head into your chest to start sucking on your nipple.

Pain turned into pleasure; as usual, and your fourth orgasm was fast approaching. “You can do it, please do it.” He begged, his hips faltering as he tried to hold off his orgasm. “I need to feel you come around my cock.” He pleaded, quickening his fingers which were circling your sensitive clit.

He toyed with your clit faster, silently pleading with you to hurry up.

It worked.

Although not as intense as the last three, you were still sure you were sent to some other dimension as your fourth orgasm hit you. You could feel jakes hips faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm, whilst also keenly chasing his own.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come, y/n. Where do you want it?” He asked, his face screwed up and seconds away from coming.

“Inside! Please, I wanna feel you fill me up.” You urged as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

His hips stopped, and he let out a guttural moan that you wish you could play on repeat. You pulled his head away from your neck, trying to see his face as his come filled you up. His hair was stuck to his face with sweat, and his cheeks were a crimson red.

He collapsed on top of you, his heavy breaths heating you up even more. You brushed his hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ears, wanting to see his fucked out face.

He rolled off of you and got up to the bathroom, leaving you on your own to reflect on what just happened. When he came back, he had a wash cloth and kneeled beside you to clean you up. “You okay?” He questioned gently, stroking the outside of your thigh.

“Yeah. Just tired, is all.” You replied, smiling at him. He thought you looked cute; sprawled out on his bed looking all fucked out and tired.

He discarded the cloth and came to lay next to you, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your leg around his waist, and absentmindedly started to draw patterns on his bare chest.

“Thank you. For helping me earlier.” You mentioned quietly. You felt bad. Now that you had seen, first hand, just how caring he is, you felt bad for the way you had previously treated him.

“Look, y/n,” he sighed, “I’m not a bad person. I know we haven’t gotten along for some time now, but it doesn’t feel good to think that you assumed I’d ever leave someone to fend for themselves in that type of situation; or any type of bad situation. I personally think I just adequately apologised by making you come four times, but I think you’d disagree. So, I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you, and for all of the comments I’ve made towards you. I’ll be honest, I’ve seen the way you are towards others; the real you, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that. Now I know that you’re a great person, and always have been.” He confessed, stroking your hair softly. You were overwhelmed, to say the least. You never expected to make up with Jake so fast; let alone going from hating him, to having sex with him, all in one night.

“I’m sorry, too. I know, and knew, you weren’t a bad person. If we’re sharing secrets now, I’ve wanted to make it up to you for a while, but I was too stubborn. I would agree that you adequately apologised, but hearing you say the words made it a lot better. The best apology I’ve ever received, if you will.” You giggled softly, admiring his face. He always thought you were attractive, but seeing you in this knew light made it different for him. He wasn’t just attracted to the way you looked anymore, but you as a person, too.

You wondered what this meant for both of you. You knew you at least liked each other now, but you wanted to know him. The small taste of the real Jake you had gotten tonight was simply not enough.

“What does this mean for us? Are we friends now?” He queried, a frown appearing on his face.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you take me out to dinner and we can find out?” You countered, your heart rate increasing at your sudden boldness. He stopped stroking your hair and looked at you with a grin.

“Deal.” He agreed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. You pulled away, nuzzling your head into his chest with a giddy smile plastered on your face.

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G13

Spinning Now: "Finish What Ya Started" by Van Halen (1988)

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.2k

Description: You and Josh, your favorite new co worker, decide to share more than drinks as what started as a normal night turns into something you never expected.

Warnings: Smoking, Drinking, Cursing, Drug Use, Heavy Flirting, Praise, Dirty Talk, Touching, Mention of Breakups and Heartbreak, Sadness. Smut: Kissing, Oral M!receiving

New town, new job, new life. 

That’s always how things went in the movies, and every time, the girl always got her happy ending.

How hard can it be, right?

After you’d managed to knock the first new off your list when you moved out of your ex’s house and to the next city over, the “job” part was next in line. After a week of filling out applications, you finally landed on the perfect selection, a serving job at Angelo’s Pizza.

You’d started this new job about about three months ago, and you finally felt like you were getting your footing with the flow of things. You’d been a server for as long as you could remember, but getting used to a new restaurant with new people and new menus and management could sometimes prove to be difficult. You were handling it with as much grace as you could, and the money was killer, so you stuck it out.

“You coming to the bar with me tonight?” your new favorite coworker, Josh asked as he stared into the kitchen from the expo window, rolling a pile of coasters across the countertop. 

“Mmmh…” You mumbled under your breath. “I dunno, I’ve been here since lunch and my feet are absolutely killing me.”

”Ugh don’t be such a prude, Y/N.” He responded, taking a pepperoni and cheese in one hand, and a supreme in the other. “We’ll be sitting down the whole time. Ya know. In barstools.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You teased, elbowing him in the ribs. “I guess so, but I can’t stay out late like last weekend. I open tomorrow.”

“Oooo, a clopen. That sucks. Well, I don’t. So I can get drunk, and you can watch me.” He flashed you a giant smile before taking off with the pizzas in hand, disappearing into the sea of people seated in the restaurant.

Josh had befriended you on your very first day, comforting you after your manager harshly scolded you for ringing something in incorrectly. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He’d said as you pouted in the walk-in. “I still fuck my shit up all the time. The cooks don’t really care, plus if you mess somethin’ up, we get to eat the fucked up pizza.” That was the only thing he said to you the entire day, but it really stuck with you, immediately making you feel a lot better about your tiny mistake. 

Now, after a few months of working side by side with Josh, you’d actually gotten to know each other fairly well, and you’d even go as far as calling him one of your good friends. You’d managed to get to know all your coworkers on a surface level, but Josh actually took the time to listen to you when you spoke, and showed real interest in the things you had to say, no matter how menial. 

He was cute, and around the same age as you, but there was something about Josh that you couldn’t put your finger on. It was something that struck you, making him stand out from the rest of the guys you worked with. His aura pulled you in, and the way his eyes sparkled in the neon that covered the walls of the restaurant didn’t help the fact that he sometimes made your heart skip a beat. You decided that it was just his looks, though, catching you off guard every once in a while as you were around him more. Most importantly, he made you feel welcome. Like a good friend should. 

The more you got to know Josh, the more open he became with you, and you quickly learned that his real personality outside of work was a little bit different than when you were on the clock. It’d become almost a habit, now, joining Josh at his favorite dive bar down the street when you’d both end up on the same closing schedule. It was like Groundhog Day, Josh would ask you to come out, you’d find an excuse to turn him down, but you always left Angelo’s with your hand in his as you tiredly dragged yourselves down the street. Sometimes other coworkers would join you, but it was always the two of you left shutting the bar down, joking and laughing with one another as you waited for your Ubers.

Josh was quickly becoming a norm for you. A fun, platonic norm. And though you were both flirty with one another, it never felt as though it would go past anything but that. Just friends. And you were very content with that. 

So tonight, as things wound down and the patrons closed out their tabs, you felt as if you really could use a nightcap or two to reward yourself for not making even one mistake on your orders today.

As you tied the oversized trash bag closed, you met eyes with Josh as he skillfully swiped the mop across the sticky, sauce-covered floor. 

He grinned when he saw you looking, making your stomach drop. “What?” He asked, biting his lower lip in as he staved off a full-on smile.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you roped me into going out again tonight.” You said with faux aggravation.

Josh sucked in his teeth as he plopped the mop back into the big yellow bucket, rolling it over to where you stood. “Actually, I asked you out with me tonight for another reason. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was gonna get absolutely shit hammered, tonight.” His tone was serious rather than silly, and you instantly felt like something was wrong.

“What’s the other reason?” You pressed, lifting the bag from the can. “Everything okay?”

He shook his head and swallowed, opening the double doors to the kitchen to go and dump his bucket. You followed closely behind him with your trash. 

“Eh, not really. I’ll tell you all about it when we get there. Let’s lock this bitch up.” He flashed his eyes to the floor as he spoke, which was unlike him. He always spoke with such confidence and effortless ease. 

The two of you finished up your closing tasks and said goodnight to the line cooks, grabbing up your things from your lockers and stuffing your aprons back inside. Josh was quiet the whole time, again striking you as out of the ordinary. You hadn’t known Josh long, but you did know him well enough to know that something was off, and he wasn’t handling it well.

“Think I’m going straight for liquor tonight.” He said as you walked arm in arm down the crowded sidewalk to the bar. He tilted his head back, blowing a puff of air above you, watching as the cold air turned it into steam. 

“Damn.” You answered. “You must really be going through it, friend.” It was also unlike Josh to drink liquor; each time you were around him, he’d always chosen draft beer. 

You both stepped inside the dimly-lit dive bar, letting the heat warm your chilly bones from the cold autumn air. You both took up camp on two stools at the end of the bar, closest to the back wall. The bartender Roy approached you, throwing down two bar napkins in front of you as you got comfortable in your seats. 

“Evenin’, guys. Sex on the Beach andddd, Josh, we’ve got a Kolsch and a pale ale on tap, and also a—“

“Jack Daniel’s. Neat, please.” Josh interrupted Roy, causing him to contort his face with surprise. 

“Been waiting on you almost five years and never known you to drink liquor. But, alright…” Roy responded as he left for a minute, returning and placing your drinks in front of you. “I’ll keep the tab goin’.”

It was silent between the two of you for the first couple of minutes, both of you sipping your drinks as you relaxed your muscles from the long workday. Finally, you decided you would have to be the one to speak first, for once. 

“Okay, spill. What’s got you on the hard stuff tonight?” You asked, turning to face Josh in your stool. 

He leaned on his elbow, his tight black t-shirt squeezing his toned arm just right. “I got dumped last night.” 

You felt your eyebrows jump to your forehead. “What?! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Josh…I didn’t even know you had a—“

“Nah, it’s okay. I could kinda tell shit was going sideways, anyway, ya know? Almost expected it. But, still doesn’t make it hurt any less.” He disconnected his eye contact, tilting his glass back all the way and finishing off the last bit of his whiskey. 

You were almost stunned speechless. You hadn’t seen Josh show any emotion that even came close to sadness before, and you struggled with how you were going to react. 

Roy brought the bottle of Jack over, filling Josh’s glass with another two fingers. 

“How long were you together?” You asked, tiptoeing with caution, given that he might not want to go into much detail. 

“Four and a half years.” He said blankly. 

“My god, are you serious?!” You choked out with disbelief. 

He nodded hard as he kept his eyes trained on the bar in front of you, spinning his stool in tiny tight circles. “Yeah. Long time.” He sipped his drink again. 

“I really am sorry, Josh. That’s a long time to be with someone for it to just...” You placed a hand on his arm as you spoke. 

He crossed his arms in front of him. “Yeah, it’s fucked.” He growled, leaning back in his stool. 

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked. 

“No, that’s why we’re here.” He slammed his hands on the bar top, motioning for Roy to refill your already almost empty cocktail. 

Roy brought your new drink over, stirring the drink with the tiny straw for you. Josh lifted his glass into the air, forcefully clinking it against yours. “To moving on!” He said, finishing the drink off once again. 

——

An hour or so later, you and Josh had managed to find yourselves significantly intoxicated once again, engaged in a deep passionate debate. 

“Ever since they banned smoking indoors, the American bar scene has been fucked!” Josh drunkenly yelled overtop of the loud music and large crowd that had joined you inside the bar. 

You had to laugh. “Josh, not everybody loves breathing that shit in! It makes some people really sick!” You challenged. 

“Ah, hell. You come into a bar, you expect to be around smoke, all there is to it. All there is to it!” He crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders in defiance of your argument. 

“You can go outside and smoke, Josh. Easy as that. Just get over it!” The two of you were glassy-eyed and giggly, feeling your liquor take hold of you as you talked. Josh brought about a warmth in you that you’d never experienced before, and you’d be lying if you said your…attraction? to him wasn’t amplified when you were drunk. 

No, not attraction. 

Something else…

You had no idea what to label the feeling, because you’d never felt it ever before. You took it in stride, though, embracing the completely new emotion as it came. It was almost like you craved his attention, and fed off of him engaging with you. You wanted to please him, but not in such a way that was sexual. 

…You didn’t think. 

No. You just craved his recognition. Wanted his eyes on you and no one else. Wanted to make him laugh, be the one who made him forget about everything else. It wasn’t a jealousy thing, it was a matter of possessiveness. You wanted to protect him like a best friend. And anyone who dared cause him unhappiness would have to deal with you. 

Is this insane thinking?! Am I crazy for this? You drunkenly asked yourself as you washed your hands in the bar bathroom sink, giving yourself a disapproving look in the mirror. Probably, maybe…but he seems to feel the same about you... You had noticed that the second you’d inadvertently struck up a conversation with another guy at the bar, Josh quickly stole your attention away again, bringing up a whole new topic of conversation that had nothing to do with the last. 

He charmed you. Drew you in. Challenged your thoughts and opinions…made you talk like you’d never talked before. Laugh like you’d never laughed. 

“You’re really smart, Y/N. I didn’t really notice that about you, before.” Josh smiled as he leaned over toward you on the bar. His cheeks were tinted the prettiest pink from the alcohol. 

“Uhh, thanks, I guess?” You chortled, feigning being offended. 

“No I mean, you surprise me. Keep me guessing, every time I turn around. Never had a friend like that before. I’m usually so bored with everyone I meet. You make me like, think. Ya know?” He explained as you nodded sweetly in understanding. You knew you were blushing. 

“Last call!!” You heard Roy yell across the still-crowded room. You made blurry eye contact with Josh again. 

“Damn, we didddit agin.” You stammered. “Let me pay, you’ve had a hard couple’a days.” 

“No no no, no you don’t. I asked you here, my treat. Plus, my drinks were fuckin’ pricey tonight.”

“But Josh, let me treat you, for once...” You jutted your bottom lip out as you begged him. You watched as his eyes landed on your lips, stealing his attention again. Suddenly, you felt excited. 

“Alright, alright. But I’m leavin’ the tip.” He agreed. “I just needed some sympathy…that’s all I wanted tonight.”

“And you got it, didn’t you? You forgot all about your messy breakup?”

“For the most part, yes.” He laughed. “But I like to look at the long run, ya know? Like to take each step, one by one. Let myself live in the sadness.”

You scoffed as you signed your name on the receipt and pulled your coat on. “Psh, Josh, didn’t you just cheers me and say ‘to moving on’?”

He stood from his stool, wrapping his arm around your neck tightly. The smell of his cologne mixed with the remnants of pizza filled your senses, temporarily making you dizzy as he squeezed you in his grip. 

“I did, Y/N, I did. But I’m also drunk, now. So. And also, I don’t really wanna go home yet. ‘M gonna walk you to your Uber then hit up Chauncey’s…they stay open ‘til 2.”

You turned in his grasp, your face within inches of his as he held you tightly. “Don’t go back out, Josh. No sense in drinkin’ your sorrows away by yourself.” It felt like you were outside of your own body; all you wanted was to go home and strip down and crawl into bed, but for some reason, your mouth told Josh that apparently you didn’t want to go home, either. “Come back to my place. We’ll have one more drink, and we can share the blunt that TJ gave me yesterday.”

“TJ? The linecook?” Josh seemed surprised. “You letting strangers give you drugs now, Y/N?”

“He’s hardly a stranger, Josh. Why, you jealous?” You teased, while also testing the waters of what the hell this feeling the two of you apparently shared could actually be. 

“Fuck no, I’m not jealous. I’m…I…” Josh opened his mouth, but nothing came out after that. “I don’t know, I just—“ You were still tightly wrapped up in the crook of his elbow, his face so close to yours that you could smell the liquor on his breath as he struggled to speak. 

You decided to save him. “It’s alright Josh. You don’t have to come over. I’ll smoke it allllll by myself…” you sneakily wrapped your arm around his back, giving it a couple playful pats. 

He looked down at you through his lashes, his jaw clenched tightly together. “You really want me to come over?”

You nodded. “I do. Come on, it’ll be fun.” More than anything, you wanted him to know you were the reason he had such a good night, and the reason he was able to forget about his breakup.

“Okay, jackass. You talked me into it. Let’s go get high.” He released you from his grasp as you confirmed your Uber on your phone, and your overwhelming satisfaction of claiming his attention again propelled you out the door. 

——

“Cute place. You decorate it yourself?” Josh teased as you both entered your apartment. It was only half-decorated and you hardly had any furniture, spending most of your days working and saving up money to finish furnishing it. 

“Shut up, dick head!” You shoved him backwards as he laughed. “I haven’t finished making it cute yet.” You pulled the bottle of liquor from the cabinet, shaking the little bit that was left. “I know you’ve been drinking whiskey, but…vodka’s all I’ve got.”

“Ah, it’ll work.” Josh responded, plopping down on your couch. “M’already fucked with a hangover tomorrow, might as well do it up.” You caught sight of his pretty light brown curls sitting on top of his head, and you felt another rush of that strange excitement soar through you. 

You made the two drinks and joined him on the couch, pulling the blunt up under your nose as you breathed in its earthy scent. Josh took the drink from your hand, raising his eyebrows as he watched you smell the rolled marijuana. 

“TJ usually has good shit, I will say.” He winked, sipping his drink. 

You pulled your feet up underneath you on the couch, scooting yourself closer to him. “Thought you said I shouldn’t take drugs from strangers…”

“I never said you shouldn’t, I just meant that next time you should get your weed from me.” He spoke without a care, taking the blunt from your hand and bringing it to his own nose. 

“Ah, well I was unaware I could do that, Joshua.” You snatched it back from him, taking the lighter from the table in front of you and lighting the end of the blunt. You inhaled the smoke slowly, noticing that Josh hadn’t responded to you. 

You glanced at him, finding the most devastating half smile on his face. You swore you felt your skin tingle. 

“Did you just call me by my government name, Y/N?” He whispered, leaning his head down to you. 

You exhaled the smoke you didn’t realize you were holding, nodding slowly. “Yeah, you mad about it?”

You passed him the blunt. “Nah, kinda liked the way it sounded, actually.” You watched as his lips made a perfect O around the tip of the blunt, and you found yourself wondering what kind of chapstick he used to get them to look…like that…

You felt your eyes grow heavy as your first hit found you, the THC entering your system quickly. Josh must have noticed, as he giggled at your appearance. “Told you TJ had good shit.”

“I swear to god I’m already fuckin’ high…” you laughed, taking another big hit. 

“Mmm, no baby, you’re crossed. But not all the way. Yet.” Josh’s voice was gritty and buttery all at the same time. And the fact that he called you baby had you feeling that same feeling again. He calls everybody baby, though…all the girls at work…you’re not special. 

The two of you sat and smoked until the blunt was a roach, and the air around you was thick with haziness. Your entire body was heavy and floaty, and you swore you could feel the blood pumping through your extremities. The conversation with Josh was so easy, so effortless, and the way the two of you held the complete attention of one another continued to astound you. 

“So tell me about you. What’s your real story?” Josh asked, the both of you sitting facing one another completely, now. 

You sipped your vodka drink. “What do you mean, real story?”

“I only know a little bit about you, where did you come from? What’s in your past?”

You took a deep breath. “Well, believe it or not, Josh, I kinda just got broken up with recently, too.”

“No way, you’re kidding. When? What happened?” He pressed. 

“Ahh, about a month before I started at Angelo’s. I’m from about twenty miles away, up north a bit. Came here looking to start completely fresh. Still close enough to my family, if I need them. Ya know…” you trailed off. Josh’s eyes were telling you to continue. 

“I got dumped, too. After a year of being with him. I thought we were serious, but apparently not. It didn’t hurt me too bad, I’m alright. Liking my new life pretty well, actually.”

Josh dramatically leaned back on the couch cushion, throwing his free hand over his face. “Ugh, god…how embarrassing. You handled bein’ dumped like a goddamned rockstar. I’m over here down in the dumps.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, Josh. Four and a half years is a lot longer than one…”

“You’re right, I guess.” He sat back up, bringing his attention back to you. “So what was his reason? What was his last straw?” He asked, moving his face closer to yours. Your body was vibrating from the alcohol and the weed, and the presence of Josh sitting so close to you on your couch. You were positively buzzing. 

“He uh, didn’t really give me one. Just said it was over.” You whispered, feeling your emotions flying all over the place. Josh’s hand reached up, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers. “He also said I was a bad kisser, or something stupid.”

Josh winced at your words. “A bad kisser? I highly doubt that, Y/N…” 

“And why do you doubt that?” You giggled. 

“Because. I have a hard time taking my eyes off your lips, I can only imagine how hard it would be to take my lips off of them…” he smirked a little, laughing through his nose. 

“You’re fuckin’ stoned.” You laughed, leaning your face onto his hand. 

“And? I speak nothing but the truth, baby.”

“Mmmhm, yeah. Shut up.” You complained. 

“I’m serious. I bet you really are a good kisser. That guy was just…stupid.”

“Maybe I’m a horrible kisser, how would I ever know?” You shrugged, feeling your body about to jump out of your skin simply from having this conversation with Josh. 

He held his first two fingers up, motioning for you to come here. “Come on. Show me how you like to kiss.” 

“What?! No, I’m not gonna do that.” You blushed, pulling away from him with shyness. 

“Baby, it’s me. I’m just trying to judge your kissing skills. I’ll be completely honest with you, tell you if that guy was right or not.” Josh said, holding his hands out to the sides. 

You stopped, staring at Josh through your slit eyelids, trying to figure him out. He met you with sincere eyes, and though you were both extremely intoxicated, you didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least. 

“I’m serious. Just kiss me.” He said matter of factly. “S’no big deal.” 

You took a deep breath, feeling the air surrounding you heavy with normalcy, but also heavy with yearning. 

You slowly pulled yourself in closer to him, gently wetting your lips as your mind went back and forth on whether or not to do this. Your breath became a little chopped, nerves bursting through the wall of your drunken carelessness. 

Finally you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips, and your hands naturally shot up to cup his jaw. He clenched it, his eyes falling heavy again as his breath caught. Your heart was absolutely pounding from your chest. 

“Do it.” He whispered. “Show me.”

You finally let your lips press gently to his, your hands still cupping his jaw, as his hands sat comfortably in his lap. The feeling of them was exactly what you had imagined, soft, supple, and sweet, with the tiniest bit of sting on them from the leftover liquor. You finally exhaled, pulling away a bit to gauge his reaction. 

“You can get into it, baby.” He smiled, urging you to push through your nerves. “I’m just here to help, s’just me…” his voice was like honey, the sound of it tearing through your body as he motivated you. 

You leaned in again, this time letting yourself be a little more brazen, a little more steadfast as you worked to prove your ex wrong. Worked to impress Josh. Worked to show him. You opened your mouth a little, letting your tongue skirt across his bottom lip. The flavor of him almost knocked you down. 

You began to get into it some more, letting your high take over, and letting your guard down as you found yourself really, really enjoying kissing him. You perched up a little bit moving to your knees to get a better stance. 

“Mmmhmm… keep goin’ baby…” Josh mumbled when you broke away for a second. His words urged you on, and you felt brave enough to push your tongue further into his mouth, but only a little. You didn’t want to overwhelm, just experiment. His tongue met yours in the process, tasting each other for the very first time. 

Your hands curled up in his hair, squeezing at the roots a bit. He let out a little whine, so quiet that you almost didn’t even hear it. It ignited something inside you again, and you knew you had to drive it home. Had to prove yourself. You pulled away for a second, hissing in air as you bit his bottom lip, pulling it out a little and making eye contact before pressing into him again, both of you moving in such unison that you were fully involved in the sultry kiss, now. 

At this point you felt like you were teetering on the thin line of platonic kissing; you were still trying to prove yourself, but also…he tasted so good…

You felt the need to be touched. You reached down and grabbed Josh’s wrists, pulling them up to rest on you- one hand on your thigh, and the other around the back of your neck. You wanted reciprocation. He obliged, and as you licked into his mouth, his hand squeezed into your thigh, strong and needing. His fingers felt like burning embers on your leg, and you wished that you had changed into shorts when you got home. 

His hand pulled at the back of your neck, burying your mouths further into one another. “Fuck, baby…he was wrong, you proved him so wrong…” Josh said, smiling against your lips as he delved back in. Your mind was swimming from his words of praise, and you decided that though this was simply an act between friends, you knew that you could kiss him all day long, never tiring of the feeling of his lips on yours. You were completely surrounded by him, by his warming presence. His scent, his sounds, his touch… It was all too much. You felt like you were drowning in him, but you didn’t dare try to pull yourself from his waters. 

Your hands squeezed at his hair one last time as you let them drift down his cheeks and neck, tickling the back of his neck before rolling across his shoulders. You slowly brought them down to his pecs, and finally rested them on his cheeks again, pulling his face away from yours for a split second before landing one last peck. 

When you finally disconnected, you took in the sight of him…hair disheveled, eyes black and glazed, and his hands still rested gently in the places that you put them. 

“Holy fuck…” he breathed. 

“Oh my god, was it bad? It was bad, wasn’t it? He was right, I’m a horrible kis—“ you were completely cut off by Josh’s lips on yours again, this time forcefully pulling you into him. This kiss was pleading, unbridled, and wanting, and each time you pulled away, you both were panting with want. 

“What the fuck are we doing?” You breathed when you broke away. 

“Kissing contest.” He answered, his hand respectfully staying on the back of your neck. “I think I’m winning, though…” 

“Mmm, I don’t know about that…” you said with a bit more confidence in yourself after seeing how you made him feel. 

“Yeah you’re right.” He agreed through an inhale. “You’re kicking my ass at this experiment.” He drove his tongue into your mouth again, but it didn’t make you want to retract…it made you want to pull it in further. You began to feel the heat that the two of you were emanating, and the sweat that was forming on your skin. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely turned on, but you would never let him know that. You couldn’t. You’re just friends. One friend helping another get over his ex by having a kissing contest. Makes total sense. 

Finally you pulled away again, covering your mouth with your hand. You laughed, making Josh in turn laugh with you. “Well? What’s the verdict? Was he right?” You asked. 

“Fuck no, he wasn’t right. You’re a hell of a kisser, Y/N.” Josh’s smile stretched all the way across his face, completely blissed out in his high. “God damn, you left me a panting mess, baby.”

Your heart stopped at his words, feeling more confidence in yourself than you’d felt in a long, long time. Suddenly, the wildest idea to ever come across your mind escaped right through your lips. 

“Josh, we’re just good friends, right?” You asked. 

“Yeah, baby. Real good friends.” He wiped his hand across his mouth before extending both arms across the back of your couch. 

“Do you—do you care if I finish what I started?” You asked in an absolute moment of weakness. The look on his face turned up into surprise, and you weren’t sure how he was going to react to your question. 

“What uh, what do you mean, Y/N?” 

You moved toward him again, wanting to feel him again. Feel his hands on you again. Be the center of all his attention again. 

“Can you judge something else for me, Josh? I’ve always wondered how well I…performed…and who better to be the judge than my very good friend? Who will be completely honest with me?” 

WHO even are you?! You felt like a person outside your own body. The confidence he was giving you was…

“This ain’t no way to treat the broken-hearted, baby…” he replied, his voice a soft breath of air as his head lulled backwards. You paused again, unsure how to take him. “But I’ll be your judge…”

“Really? You will?” You asked, feeling vulnerable, but also wanting to show out for him. 

“Mhm. If that’s what you really want…” He bit his lower lip into his mouth, letting his eyes fall onto your lips like they had been doing all night. 

“Just friends…” you reiterated. 

“Just friends.” He parroted, lightly tapping your cheek with his hand. 

This was absolutely something you never did, and definitely wasn’t something you could ever even see yourself doing with Josh, of all people. You were supposed to be making him forget about his ex, letting him talk through it… hell, he was just dumped twenty-four hours ago. But there was something other-worldly spurring you on, whispering in your ear to just do it. And he was letting you. Was it wrong? Maybe, probably… but honestly, where was the harm in it? You were both obviously into each other, and as long as you were just making each other happy, you didn’t see anything wrong with it.

Besides, this new need to make him think about nothing but you at every single second was making your head spin, and you wanted his focus completely on you, right now. You moved to press your lips to his again, letting things naturally heat up so that you could continue on with your intentions. You took a deep breath, confidently removing yourself, and placing yourself in the floor in front of him. It was at this second that you were extremely thankful for your liquid courage, and the fact that you were too stoned to care about much else besides pleasing Josh. He almost made it easy. 

“Ten.” Josh said out of nowhere. 

“What?” you asked. 

“I give your kissing a ten out of ten. Seriously.” He said, smiling from the corner of his mouth as he ran his hand along your arm, peering down at you as you kneeled on the floor. 

You felt your face turn beet red, and you halfway didn’t really believe him. 

“Stop playing, you don’t have to be nice.” You erred.

“M’not just being nice. Seriously, I rate it a ten.” He stated, and you knew by the sincerity in his voice that he was telling the truth.

“Wow. Didn’t expect that, honestly.” you pulled a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now, you gonna finish what ya started, or not?” There was a darkness in his tone that you hadn’t noticed yet, and it made your stomach turn over with nerves. But even more so, it lit a fuse in your chest that was slowly burning, ready to explode at any given second. And with each passing minute, you wanted to impress him even more. 

You maneuvered yourself on your knees, gripping his thighs and pulling them apart so that you could place yourself between them. Your hands stayed there on his legs, squeezing and kneading at his muscles as you moved your hands closer and closer to where you both really wanted them to be. You could almost physically see him getting harder through his dark jeans, and you could hear his breathing picking up, too. 

You let your hands drift to his groin, squeezing the muscles there as he leaned down in his seat, giving you extra space as his head fell back on the cushions. You found the button on his jeans, pulling the fabric sideways and undoing the button with one hand and unzipping the zipper. “Damn, alright…” Josh laughed, holding his hands up. “Show off.”

You took that as a tiny win, and decided to keep it going, playing on his words from earlier. ‘You keep me guessing at every turn…’

You pushed your hair back behind your shoulders, and leaned yourself down, letting your mouth meet his boxer-covered dick. You nipped your teeth lightly at it, making him hiss. You could tell just from this little bit of contact that he was well-endowed, and you felt your mouth physically watering for him. You needed to taste him. Your lips bounced around, peppering little kisses all over… the indirect contact making his hips jut up a little. 

You sat back, motioning with your hands. “Pull them down for me.” you demanded of him, and he gave you the sneakiest smirk, leaning back and pushing his pants and boxers down far enough to spring himself free. 

You weren’t wrong. He was perfectly sized, and it reassured you that you were okay with going forward with this. What you did notice, though, was he wasn’t as hard as you wanted him to be. Your hands rested on his thighs again as you sized him up, licking your lips as you prepared yourself. 

Josh had been the one urging you on all night, but suddenly, it felt like there had been a little bit of a shift. You finally brought your moistened lips to him, licking little circles around his tip, starting slowly at first, then picking up a little bit of speed. You swirled and gently suckled, and you felt him take in a big breath of air into his lungs. You glanced up at him, finding him looking up at the ceiling as he bit his lips. 

“What’sa matter, Josh? You okay?” you pressed, knowing that you could stop at any second, if that was what he wanted. 

“No, yeah. I’m fine. I’m sorry, I just… this is the first time someone else…since…” he didn’t need to say anything more.

“God, yeah. I’m sorry, your breakup is so fresh, I’m sure this is more mental than anything, for you…” you agreed as you sat back. “We don’t have to–”

“No. Yes we do, Y/N. I’m just…” You could tell Josh was having a hard time with his words again, for the second time tonight. 

“Just what? You can tell me…”

He swallowed, placing a sweet hand on the side of your face. “This is the first time I’ve um…been…with a woman…in a very long time.”

“Oh.” You muttered, his sentiment catching you off guard a little. You hadn’t realized you never even asked the name of his ex, let alone any details about the relationship.

“But it’s okay, Y/N…” He smiled, letting his thumb brush your cheek. “I may be wallowing in my sorrows, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want this, want you to do this. Just…in my head a little bit.” He admitted, putting a hole through your heart.

You sighed. “It doesn’t feel wrong?” Your voice was tiny as it escaped you. 

He quickly shook his head side to side as he layed back on his elbow behind his head. “No. That’s what’s making me freak out a little, it doesn’t feel wrong in the least.” He swallowed. “Maybe I…Maybe I wasn’t as in love as I thought I was.”

You smiled a pitiful smile as you rested your elbows on his knees, taking a deep, recentering breath of your own. 

“You’re really fuckin’ pretty, Y/N.” He complimented you out of the blue, his thumb still grazing your cheek. “And I’m really into you.”

“You are?” You asked.

“Yeah. I know we said we’re friends, but friends can do this. Right? Doesn’t stop the fact that I’m attracted to you.” His glossy words made your stomach do flips again as you realized maybe his feelings were the exact same as yours. Unexplainable, but still overwhelmingly good.

“Yeah. I really think friends can do this.” You agreed. And you were serious. If you were going to be this person for Josh, then he could also in turn be this person for you. 

“Plus, the feeling of your lips on my cock just now…” He laughed through his nose. “Might be in competition with your ten out of ten kissing. And you hadn’t even…” He stopped there, biting both his lips into his mouth as he slid his hips down again. 

Good god, you’d hoped he would have a little bit of a dirty mouth. 

“You want me to keep going?” You asked. 

“Fuck yeah, I do. I gotta judge your skill, don’t I?” He played, removing his hand from your cheek and running it through your hair. He gripped it a little, making you stiffen your neck. Your eyes flashed to his, and you didn’t even need to say anything, he knew what you meant. He nodded, giving you the go ahead, and you prayed that he wouldn’t remove his hand from tangling up in your hair. 

You slowly leaned down to him again, starting things up just as you had before. Your tongue swirled on his tip, wetting it in circles as you let the saliva build up in your mouth. Around and around you took it, descending further and further onto him with every rotation. You heard him breathe out, his hips shaking a little beneath you. As you got as far as you could get, you pursed your lips down, tightening them around the base of his cock before sucking hard, pulling up and off of him completely. His hand tightened in your hair, showing you that he was liking it so far. 

He let out a groan, followed by a little laugh. “Fuck yeah, Y/N…”

You quickly found a rhythm, letting your head begin to bob as you worked your tongue and cheeks, alternating forceful suction mixed with light little pops of your lips. His hips were jutting with every movement, and the sounds that were coming from him were enough to keep you going, keep you striving to impress him…

You took him in your hand, gripping at the base and using the saliva that had dripped down as lubrication to move your hand, twisting and pumping it. “Jesus Christ, you’re…” You took a second to glance up at him, seeing his jaw tightly clenched and his chest heaving with labored breaths. He brought his other hand down, pulling the hair that had drifted down away from your face, pulling it all back to the nape of your neck and holding it tightly there. You nodded, letting him know you were okay with him guiding your movements. 

“Mhm.” You hummed on him. “Show me how you like it.”

He let out a choke of breath and readjusted in his seat, spreading his legs wider for you. He gripped a little harder on your hair, pulling you up and across his stomach, your faces almost touching as he brought his mouth close. He didn’t say anything, just hissed through his teeth as he scanned over your face. He then used a little bit of force to push your head back down to where it was, and you resumed your work. 

Fuck, what the hell is happening… your chemistry with Josh was absolutely off the chain. You felt like you would follow every command he would ever give you, let him use you in the worst ways, completely trusting him to do as he pleased. You were absolutely yearning to satisfy him. 

“I’ll show you exactly how I like it baby, but this is your show, remember? You’re calling the shots…” he growled, his voice deeper and more grating than it was earlier. You shrugged one shoulder, replacing your hand around his base. You moved it up and down opposite of your mouth, making his whole body start to shake. Your tongue worked on him, as your mouth drifted down as far as it could possibly go, with the help of Josh’s light guidance.

The weed had contributed to your slow, languid movements while the alcohol made your inhibitions fly out the window… the beautiful combo of the crossfade sending you both into a blurry and slow-motioned entanglement. You swore you could listen to his noises and praises on repeat. “So fuckin’ pretty, Y/N… so fuckin’ pretty…” He mumbled, lightly thrusting himself into your mouth as your neck began to ache a little. “Slow and steady, just like that…”

He puffed out a quick breath with a blow of his lips, and you could tell that he was enjoying himself just as much as you were. Normally, you would finish up the job, and expect repayment, but getting Josh to even feel the tiniest bit of pleasure at your hand was enough. It was that draw, that need to make him feel good. Keeping him and him only in the spotlight. And if you had to guess, you were doing a pretty good job at it.

After a few seconds, his movements became jostled, and his once slow grinding movements started to falter. You felt him start to throb in your mouth, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he was crumbling beneath you, all at the mercy of your mouth. 

“Hey, you want me to–” he said, suddenly shuddering. 

You nodded again, pleading with him to let it all go. You wanted the whole thing, wanted him to have the full experience. You needed to see what he tasted like. 

His breath started to pick up as he gripped your hair tighter, his hips pushing his dick further into your mouth as you let him graze the back of your throat, tears pouring from the sides of your eyes. “Come on baby, come on… just a little bit longer…fuck…” 

Finally, he was letting it all go, filling up your mouth as you swallowed his bitter-sweetness down, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. His whole body went rigid as he came, shaking and jerking as you worked to make sure not a drop was left behind. You squeezed your hand around him, pulling him up into your mouth. His whines were like music to your ears, pathetic and pitiful as he worked to come back down to earth. 

“Son of a bitch, Y/N… that was…” he said as you sat back up, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand. He caught your jaw in his grasp, squeezing your cheeks together and forcing you to open your mouth. He pulled you closer, bringing you in for a heated kiss that left you smoldering for him. 

When you finally pulled away, you met eyes with him, and you could tell he was completely blissed out. “S’been a long time since I’ve had anything like that.” He admitted, pulling your back up to sit by him on the couch again. 

He tucked himself back in his boxers but decided to forgo buttoning back up. “Really? Even in a four and a half year long relationship?” You asked. 

“Ah, I dunno. We were long distance, so… it was few and far between but. Really I meant being with someone who actually showed passion about making me feel good. You know what I mean?”

You couldn’t help but smile. That was exactly what you wanted out of this. For Josh to feel that you wanted to be there. 

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I just…wanted to make you feel good.” You admitted, shrugging one shoulder up as you brushed your disheveled hair back into place. “So, what’s my rating, huh? Give it to me straight.”

Josh closed one eye and looked up with the other as if he was thinking really hard. “Uh, nine and a half.”

Your mouth fell slack, and you felt the soreness in your jaw joints. “Ah! Why the half?!” You argued. “Not a ten?”

He chuckled. “Would be a ten, but I only took away the half because I know that I won’t be able to feel you like that all the time.” You both stared at one another as you let his words sink in. 

Could you, though?

“And because I feel like you were holding back, a little. Weren’t you?” He pressed. His statement took you by surprise, because he was right. 

“...Maybe…”

“You shouldn’t have. It’s just me, remember. Guess you’ll have to show up and show out next time. See if you can get a perfect ten.” He said with nonchalance. 

“Next time?” You spat without a thought. 

He shrugged, squeezing his hand around your thigh. “Sure, why not? If you want to, of course. Might be fun to have a little situation we’re both comfortable with… no strings attached type thing…”

You ran over the idea in your head, not really seeing anything wrong with it. You nodded, agreeing with his outlandish proposal.

“But, there is one thing, Y/N.” He swallowed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “Obviously I… um. I didn’t make you feel good, tonight. But, just give me some–”

You cupped your hand over Josh’s mouth. “Josh, honey, shut up. You don’t have to explain it to me. I understand, and it’s okay. If we’re gonna do this, it's all gonna be in good fun, right?”

He nodded from behind your hand. “Right.” He mumbled. 

“And I certainly didn’t feel uncomfortable with you, so. I’m pretty positive we could just sit here and look at each other and we would have a good time.” You laughed, pulling your hand from his face. He caught your hand in his, and gave it a sweet squeeze. 

“Not sure I’d be able to sit by you for too long without something happening. You’re a fuckin’ treat, Y/N. I swear.” His eyes traveled down your body again, and you watched his gears turn as his gaze drifted over your breasts. “Thank you, for tonight.”

“Thank you.” You whispered. “We still friends?”

He took your chin between his fingers. “Yeah. Good friends.”

As the air between you finally started to settle and the intoxication turned into sobriety, you realized that the night was nearly about to turn into morning. You didn’t have to be at work until 11, so you were going to be able to get at least a little bit of sleep before your shift tomorrow. 

“It’s too late to get an Uber, Josh. Just stay here.” You more demanded than suggested, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch and tossing it overtop of his lap. You stood, stretching your body as you made your way toward your bedroom. 

“What, you not gonna invite me to your bed?” He asked, throwing you off. 

“Uhh, I mean, sure–”

“I’m kidding, Y/N. We’re friends. Friends don’t sleep in beds together. Friends sleep on couches.” You watched as he burrowed himself under the puffy blanket and made himself horizontal.

“Maybe one day you’ll end up in my bed.” You tossed the joke over your shoulder, walking down the short hallway. 

“And maybe one day you’ll get a perfect ten.”

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Lay All Your Love On Me MasterList

Main: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Sub: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Summary: During your Junior year at the University of Michigan your part as Sophie in the Mamma Mia musical leads you to much more than just a role. Your infuriating love interest, Josh Kiszka, is far from being your lover. When your part is threatened to be taken away due to lack of connection, you’re forced to get closer, in more ways than one. But will that be interfered when another Kiszka steps into your life?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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[littleficsworld]

NSFW 18+ Drabble below the cut🔥

Soooo I just keep thinking about getting railed by Jake and you're both getting close, the giggles, the soft touches and humour has long gone, you're both chasing your high, sweat drips down Jake's exposed tummy and his brows furrow and his mouth hangs open loosely.

'Do it Jakey,' you mumble against his ear.

His movements falter slightly and a little smirk appears on his face.

'What?' he breathes, smiling.

'You heard me, do it Jakey!' you say giving Jake your biggest doe eyes.

'You'll be the death of me woman,' you squeal as he leans down to nip your earlobe as he resumes his fast pace.

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Sorry I just had to share, enjoy your evening gresties🔥

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Fall into you

Warnings: domestic abuse, violence, angst toxic relationship, adult content, language, profanity , cheating , soft Jake

Word count: 2k

Parings: Jake X fem reader

"dont fucking make me beat the shit out of you like I did last night. Tell me where the fuck you went!" your boyfriend, calum spat in your face , gripping your arm too tight for your liking.

Calum was the sweetest any guy had ever treated you . But he was sick . He'd get into this mood where he'd be a completely different person , yell at you and hit you even .

Last night it got bad and you ran out after he bruised your cheek and cut your lip open , you had the red marks of his nails digging into you at different parts of your body like your arms and neck .

You left to stay at a hotel and you came back to get your things and finally leave him. But to your suprise he was at home and obviously wasn't going to let you leave again.

"Calum you're hurting me-" your voice breaks as you try to slip your hand out of his grip but he only twists your arm tighter , making tears swell up in your eyes.

"what the fuck are you packing your shit up for?" He asked ,this eyes looking at the bag with all your things behind you on the bed.

"I can't do this anymore Calum" you cry , trying not to fight back because you knew that only makes him worse .

"do what?" He softened his voice , but his gaze still furious as his eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips .

"be with you! I can't be with you anymore!" You cry out , he still wouldn't let go of your arm as he pulled you in closer .

"you're leaving me?" He asks , his tone dripping in sadness.

You couldn't answer as he pressed his lips against your gently , apologetically. He loosened his grip on your arm and you melted into the kiss. It was times like this that you cherished him. You did love him. He was an awfully handsome man with a kind heart . you convinced yourself to look at the good parts over the bad because you thought you didn't deserve any better.

"I'm sorry" he breaks away from you , his eyes teary , he cupped your cheek and caressed his thumb over your bruised cheekbone and you melted into his hand as tears streamed down your face.

"I'm so sorry love" he whispers in strain as he kisses away your tears and pulls you into a hug .

"let me make it up to you. Please don't leave me . If you need a change or something let me take you out tonight" he pleads , his voice wavering.

You nod , giving into him . You knew you'd miss him if you left anyway. And he was right . A change of scene would be better. And he said he was sorry too.

He spent the day sweetly caressing you and keeping you close , no yelling and no getting physical.

You almost forgot you had the horrible purple bruise and swollen lip . You were remind when you dressed up that night to go out with him.

You covered it up with slight make up and lipstick, hoping no one would notice the claw marks. You dressed up pretty and left with calum .

There was a bar you and calum were regulars at . The drinks were cheap and the music was perfect . It was your spot .

The two of you walking in and greeted the bartender before ordering your drinks. You had this weird sensation of someone watching as calum spoke to you about something you couldn't careless about.

You turned and looked behind you , trying see if anyone had there eyes in you.

"y|n- are you listening" calum interrupted and you quickly looked back at him and nodded before he continued off .

For once it felt like there was a stronger energy in the room other than calum. Usually you wouldn't bother about anyone or anything around as long as calum was with you . But the air felt different. Like there was someone else stealing the spotlight.

You paid zero to no attention to anything calum was talking to you about and lost interest completely when the band started playing.

One of your favourite songs , you met eyes with the guitarist as he started the first few notes of the song.

"hey Adam?" You call out to the bartender, your eyes not leaving the little stage in the bar.

"yeah?" He calls back as he's busy making a drink for someone.

"who are they?" You ask , pointing to the band . Because usually they'd just be a guy or a girl up there singing or doing something small . But this was a full out band and they sounded too good to be playing in a place like this.

"Greta Van fleet. Some band from Michigan" Adam answers nonchalantly.

"I was talking to you" calum says in tone too deep for your liking and you immediately feel yourself sink down into the floor and wither away as you met eyes with him . He had that furious look in his eyes and you gulped .

"I'm sorry. It's just- they sounded too good- I-" you stutter .

"it's alright" he says , his tone back to calm . And he starts talking again , continuing what he was saying. But you had your ears on the band , tapping your foot to the rythem.

Calum eventually shut up and got lost in the band's music as well . The whole bar did . They were cheering them on . But what almost threw you off your seat was the way the guitarist kept looking at you .

Was he the strong presence you were feeling before?

Your heart almost melted when the corners of his lips curled up into a cheeky smile , his eyes directly on your as he teased his guitar. You couldn't help but and blush and smile back at him.

"okay what the fuck is going on here?!" Calum snapped and you flinched at the sudden action of him slamming his empty glass on the counter and getting of his seat .

"w- calum-?" You stutter in confusion as he walked through the crowd, approaching the little stage the band was on.

The guitarist met eyes with you for a second as he looked at calum with confusion.

"shut the fuck up" calum yelled as he grabbed the guitarist's wire and wrenched it out of his guitar , causing a loud shrill before the band stopped .

The guitarist set his guitar down and looked like he was ready to throw hands at calum for that as calum got on the stage .

"calum stop!" You scream as he grabs the guitarist's collar .

"get this sick fuck off the stage we don't need him fucking ogling at my girl and flaunting his shit up here" calum yelled at the bartender who was equally panicked and confused.

"WHOA WHOA WHAT'S GOING ON" the other band members dropped their instruments and came over .

"calum what the fuck!?" You yell as you try to wrench him away from the poor guitarist but he shoved you away making you trip back.

"hey! Don't handle her like that!" The guitarist snapped , radiating the same energy as calum .

"don't fucking tell me how to treat my fucking girlfriend!" Calum smashes his fist across the guitarist face. And it seemed to have unleashed some sort of anger that the guitarist had been fighting back .

"Jake no!" One of the band members yells at him before he could immediately punch calum back .

"STOP IT!" you scream as they violently wrestle eachother around the stage and started lashing out at the eachother.

The guitarist knocked calum off the stage as he fell onto a flimsy table and broke it . Calum immediately got back up and punched the guy across his face again . But the guitarist was quick to throw his fists into calum's stomach making him fold.

The guitarist basically had calum pinned down to the floor as he punched him .

The other members of the band tore the guitarist away and tried to hold back calum with you .

"take this shit outside!" The owner of the bar yelled . People were filming and you were honestly so embarrassed .

Calum had blood oozing from his mouth and a black eye but he still wanted to fight that damned guitarist. And you couldn't hold him back long enough.

The guitarist had a bleeding nose and a bruised cheek and a violent stare .

"woah man cut the shit!" One of the band guys stopped calum from coming back up to Jake.

"calum stop it please" you pleaded as you grabbed his arm and held him back.

He landed a back handed slap across your face , making you fall back and immediately let go of him as he barged back to Jake who was ready to throw hands again .

"I'm gonna call the fucking cops!" The owner warned but he was ignored.

"are you alright?" One of the band guys asked as he held your shoulder.

"calum" you mutter under your breath as you tried to stop the two again.

The two guys brutally hitting eachother, enough to cause serious damages as the band guys kept trying to pull them apart .

The guitarist wouldn't give in till calum was passed out . He was finally torn away from calum as he lay on the floor half consious.

"are you okay? Do you know him?" The guitarist asks you , breathing heavily.

"he's my- he was-" You breakdown as you try to find an answer.

"shit your bleeding" he says as his hand comes up to touch your face , his fingers barely touch your jaw as you move away.

"sorry" he apologizes immediately. But you couldn't help but find comfort in his presence. The fact that you knew he was stronger than calum but you just knew he'd never use any of that strength on you .

But with calum it was obvious he was a violent person. He tried to be good but he just couldn't.

For the first time you felt safe . Safe with a man you didn't even know . Safe when your boyfriend was beaten to the ground by him. P

"my name's Jake" he said , realising that he came out to strong when you barely knew him .

"is he your boyfriend?" Jake asks. You nod tearfully.

"I'm sorry I beat him up. He shouldn't have hit you" Jake said apologetically.

"thank you" you rush out , like a call for help. And you see a spark in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of cop cars .

"shit! Sam did we get all our stuff?!" Jake yells as he walks away from you to the exit of the bar.

"yeah get in the car the cops are here!" One of the guys yelled back as he walked out.

"do you want a drop home or-" Jake asked softly, waiting for you to answer.

You looked at calum passed out on the floor , he was gonna wake up any second. And what next after that ? He would just beat you up . Maybe this was a sign. Maybe Jake was here to save you.

"yeah" it rushed out of you as the sound of police cars get louder.

He grabs your hand and quickly walks out of the place and pulls you into a busky van with him in the back seat . it smelt comforting. Even tho it was the dead of night and you were in a van with a bunch of strangers , you felt warm and comforted. And finally safe .

"which way love?" Jake asks .

'love' it came out of him like he said it out of habit. Calum never called you anything of the sort . It was either your name or 'babe'.

The question made you realise how you actually had no where to go . You could barely afford your own apartment when you met calum. And then you sold it and moved in with him after. You had no family or friends in this town , you kept to yourself alot. You were truely alone . It made you cry .

"it's alright love you're safe now. We're nice people" one of the guys turn around in his seat to look back at you , you recollected him as the singer .

"at least we're nice people, I donno about Jake , lashing out like that" the singer said , giving Jake a death glare like he was scolding him .

"hey! You saw how he treated her" Jake said, putting his hands up in defence.

"oh yeah? That doesn't mean you go all crazy and get us kicked out of-" the singer argued but was interrupted by another band member you remembered to be the drummer .

"alright cut it out both of you" he yelled as he drove the van , looking back at y'all from the rearview mirror.

"do you really have nowhere to go uhh-" the drummer stopped mid sentence when he realised he didn't know you name.

"y|n" you said . You heard Jake murmur your name under his breath , thinking you couldn't hear him .

"do you really have nowhere to go y|n?" The drummer asked. And you shook your head in embarrassment. You almost regretted getting into the van with them .

"you can stay over with us- I mean we have a guest room , with a lock- or I could get you a hotel room" Jake spoke nervously. And you immediately shook your head.

"just drop me off at the nearest hotel . I'll be fine" you say , you voice stuffy from your blocked nose.

"don't be absurd! We couldn't possibly leave a woman who's bleeding and scared at some hotel room like that!" The other guy yelled , the bassist. Almost like it made him angry.

"Sam's right . Do you wanna stay over ? We're safe people" the drummer says with honesty as he drove cautiously.

"I don't wanna be a bother-" before you could even finish your sentence the singer protested.

"a bother!? Don't be stupid!" He snaps .

"are you sure?" You ask softly.

"of course!" "Hell yeah" "definitely" they answer together in unison.

"come stay with us . I promise were nice people" the singer adds .

"fuck off Josh you're scaring her! Who the fuck says that to someone like that?" Jake pushed the singer's shoulder.

"what!? I'm being nice and she knows it!" Josh snaps at Jake and then looks at you in concern . You almost giggle at them . Their presence was so comfortable.

"alright if I'm not a bother" you answer and the boys protest at you for saying the word 'bother' .

Your mood is already much better as the van pulls up into the driveway to a nice warm looking house .

They got out and carried their equipment and instruments in , Jake helped you into the house before closing the door after you .

You felt like a misplacement for a second as they put their equipment away and took their shoes off . But after they were done they brought their attention right back to you .

"oh poor thing . Let me get something for that bleeding lip" the drummer says before he scurries off . You touch your lip and find it wet , unaware that it was bleeding.

"I'm Sammy" the bassist says as he reached his hand out for you to shake.

"and I'm josh at you're service" the singer says with a slight bow making you smile .

The drummer came back with a first aid box .

"and I'm Daniel. The only thing that can keep these assholes from killing eachother" the drummer said with a kind smile .

"come sit down" Josh said like an excited child when their favourite uncle comes to visit.

"we're siblings by the way , if you couldn't tell" Jake says , offering you a glass of water .

"oh thanks you" you say as you scan the four faces and take the glass from him.

"all of them except me of course" Daniel adds .

"aw come on don't say that! We may not be brothers by blood but we're brothers damnit" Sam said like he was offended , you giggled , Forgetting the whole scene that had happened in the bar.

"do you mind?" Daniel asked as he sat down next to you with a alcohol swab in his hand .

You open your mouth to answer but you shake your head instead, blushing in embarrassment.

He wiped your lip with the swab and you hiss. You met eyes with Jake who was staring between the two of you in pure jealousy and you blush harder .

"alright there you go" Daniel said , purely respecting you and not eyeing you up in anyway.

"fatass you're next" Daniel says as he walks over to Jake .

Jake rolls his eyes and stays put as Daniel wipes all the blood of his nose and mouth, and then tending to any open wounds . Your heart melts at the intimacy of them . It felt good to know there was good people in the world.

You felt like you didn't deserve them . They were too kind to you . No one had ever been. You grew up with egoistic parents that always put you down and never let you think you were worth loving. And your friends had crossed you one too many times for you to trust again.

The boys had gone off to bed after showing you the guest room .

Once you were alone with your thoughts you broke down . Thinking of what was to happen now . How could you go back to face calum ? What about your things in his house ? You should've left when you had the chance .

There was a knock at your door and you startled up , quickly wiping your face and sniffing in your snot before answering.

"it's open!" You answer, slightly panicked that you were a bother by using this room .

"I got you clothes for you to change into . You couldn't possibly sleep in those . And the bathroom is just down the hall feel free to use it" Jake says as he stood by your door , not daring to come in and invade your personal space .

"thank you" you say in overwhelm. You quickly got off the bed and headed to the door to take the clothes from him . And he noticed you were crying.

"hey uh-" he starts as you put the clothes on your bed .

"are you alright?" He asks comfortingly, his eyes looking at you simpathically .

You didn't answer. You had so much to say and You didn't know what to tell him , your eyes tears up and your heart clenched and you saw him tense up thinking he shouldn't have asked.

"I'm here if you need anything- we're here- so just let us know okay?" He says quickly, reaching for the door knob to close the door .

"jake-" you call , stopping him . He looked at with concern, waiting for you to talk .

"can you-" your voice broke . You felt empty and stranded .

"can you hold me?" You let out a sob and he immediately slips his hand from the door and strides up to you and hugs you , wasting no time .

You ball up his shirt in your fists as you sob into his chest.

"shh it's alright" he soothes, petting your hair gently and holding you close butnot too tightly to make you uncomfortable even tho you were holding him tight .

You sob harder , letting everything out. It was like he was a saviour. The comfort he offered you was immense and you couldn't believe it .

"you're alright doll" he hums . Even tho you barely know him , and he had you so close to him in his own house , he still treated you respectfully , held you respectfully.

You sniffle and break away to look at him , noticing you had made his shirt damp from your tears .

"fuck" you whine as you rubbed your hand on his chest to try to take off as much of the snot as you could .

"I don't mind it's alright" he smiles.

"I'm sorry" you ignore him as you keep wiping the snot off and he holds your wrist gently stopping you.

"it's okay y|n" he says , looking into your eyes and you blushed hearing your name from his mouth out loud for the first time.

You let go of him and he moves away from you , still smiling at you .

"I'll be in my room if you need me alright?" Jake says sweetly as he walked over to the door .

You look down and blush at the interaction with him as he leaves .

"oh by the way" he stops just before he could close the door.

"I wasn't 'ogling' at you on stage, I just thought you looked pretty" he said giving you a wider smile before he left , closing the door behind him .

Your face was heated and your heart was racing. The way he held you and cradled your head , petting your hair and muttering sweet comforts to you like you were the most delicate thing after brutally beating up your boyfriend well, ex now . And the fact that all you knew about him was his name his brothers and that he played guitar.

There might be a part 2

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[anthemofgvf]

Deja Vu: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

description: between a span of nearly two years, you and jake would have occasional hookups every time he was back in town after touring. but once he abruptly stopped shooting you texts and seeing you, you figured you two were done for, and you despised ever spending time on him. so, once you see him in your local bar after six months, you're caught off guard with anger, but remembrance of how much you missed him, and how you truly feel about him.

word count: 7.7k+

warnings under cut:

warnings: angst - lots of it, a good amount of plot, swearing, smut (18+ minors dni!), praise kink, light degrading, fingering, light choking, unprotected sex, minimal begging, possible breeding kink ( no verbal mentions of it, only actions), overstimulation, light fluff, mention/usage of alcohol.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this little enemies to lovers oneshot i threw together. i just feel like jake fits this trope so much, and i've been wanting a fic with him in this trope. so, here's my little take on it for you all to enjoy:) ( also, warning, this is FILTHY. reader discretion advised )

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

You met him after one of his concerts in Michigan. His presence was captivating, with his brown hair that rested just below his shoulders, a shirt that only hung open with a few buttons that revealed dangling silver necklaces. His stage persona that had everyone's eyes glued on him, whether it was his turn for the spotlight or not. You couldn't tear your eyes or mind away from the guitarist. There was just something about him.

Something about the way he played skillful riffs on his guitar, the way he threw his head back and hissed tight breaths through his teeth. How he would wear a light smirk as he gazed down into the crowd and notice hundreds of fans screaming his name and raising his confidence to an all-time high. And when he'd look over to his bandmates, especially the singer, he'd wear a kind smile and playfully strut around the stage with him in his full element.

Your wishful hopes of seeing him outside of the concert lied in a nearby bar as you took small, gracious sips from your drink. So, when your prayers were answered, and you saw him inside the bar nearby, your heart began to skip a few beats. Your stomach was filled with a tingling sensation you compared to butterflies fluttering around excitedly in your gut. You took your chances on introducing yourself, because something in you told yourself that there was a chance something could come out of it.

He took your introduction with gratitude, telling you his name was Jake Kiszka. And once you told him your own name, it never left his lips.

Every time he spoke to you, every time he held you close to his body and trailed his lips down your neck, every time he pounded into you in any secluded area with appraisal. Every time he hummed your name when he cradled you close to his chest post-sex. He was an addictive drug that you couldn't break the habit of craving.

But you never saw him outside of your home state. He'd usually shoot you a text telling you he'd be in town, eventually figuring out that he was from there and lived somewhere you had never heard of before. He'd promise you that he'd see you the next time, and the next.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I miss you - all of you. You know I think about you every night, right y/n?"

The simple sentences would keep you wrapped around his finger, and it seemed like that was his plan. The visits became less and less, but that didn't stop you from growing excited when you'd see a single notification from him telling you that he was stopping in town for a few days. But, when he stopped telling you he'd be back in town or wouldn't stop by his usual bar he'd hang out at with his band after a concert, you figured that was it. You should've expected it, since it was apparent that he was slowly pushing you away. It had been at least a year and a half of hookups and simple flirtatious chats. Nothing serious was supposed to come out of it, and you knew that. But you also had wished that after all that time his mind would change.

Your thoughts of him were filled with regret. Ashamed that you let him trick your oblivious mind into believing that he would stop the sleezy hookups and take you out on a romantic date, or perhaps turn your sexual relationship into something meaningful. His words that told you his mind was on another page than his actions. It was hurtful the first few months of no contact, but after it hit at least half a year of no responses, you eventually just grew hatred for him. Simple reminders on the internet told you that he was still out there in existence, but you eventually were able to steer clear of any media pertaining him and his band, and he became a distant memory.

You still attended the bar, since it was close to your home and a popular hangout spot for you and your friends with cheap drinks and an easy way to get drunk. There was a time when you hoped that one night he'd walk in and come running to you, but after time fleeted by long enough, you stopped caring, and you prayed that he'd never return.

But you found yourself alone at the bar on a Friday night after your friend cancelled last minute. Although you could've just stayed in for the night and relaxed after a long week of work, you chose to pleasure yourself with a few drinks to let off some steam.

"Your usual?" The bartender, Steve, asked you. You became familiar with him after your weekly visits at the local bar.

"Yeah, sure." You nodded with a sigh, folding your hands together on the tabletop and watching him make the drink.

He mixed your cocktail skillfully, finishing it within a few minutes and sliding it over to you, letting you know he'd put it on your tab.

Your eyes lingered around the dimly lit bar, searching for something to focus your eyes on. People scattered around the bar, talking amongst each other with drinks accompanied in their hands, a few dancing after having one too many drinks, people exiting and entering the bar. It was all a comforting, familiar scene, but you'd forgotten how boring it was when alone. Sure, you made small talk with the bartender, maybe a few regulars that took their place next to you, but you mainly just kept to yourself.

So, when your eyes found three familiar faces entering the bar, your heart began to beat against your chest at a rapid pace and send your ears ringing. You hadn't expected to see Jake's friend back in the bar after all this time, let alone Jake himself. This place was a sacred haven that finally was free of his presence, but now, he has sinfully graced it again with his bandmates. His face was in full form, and you swore you forgotten what he looked like, let alone his bandmates. But this was proven untrue the second you recognized them in the pool of strangers.

You recognized the two accompanying him to be Danny and Sammy. Josh was forgotten from the picture, knowing him, he was probably at home "recharging" his social battery. You needed a few more drinks to forget you saw their faces, or better yet, walk home and leave there all together.

You hid your face in your drink, finishing it off with a few sips and calling the bartender back over to make you a second one.

"Tequila Sunrise?" A familiar voice said from next to you, causing your head to whip towards the man.

"Yeah, it's what I usually get." You nodded at Danny with a small smile, accepting the second drink and watching his face go through some remembrance phase of recollecting who you were. He knew you from somewhere, he just hadn't put the pieces of the distant memorial puzzle together quite yet.

"Wait, y/n?" His lips curled into a smile, eyes widening slightly. "Holy shit, how long has it been?"

"Long enough," you sighed, "can't believe you remember me."

"Well, you were one of the only girls Jake actually introduced us to and that we all liked. How've you been holding up?"

"Alright. What about you, huh?"

"Not too bad myself. The guys are doing great. I'm actually with Jake and Sam right now." He pointed his thumb behind him, turning his head over his shoulder before meeting your eyes again.

"Oh, really?" You acted surprised.

"I can go grab them if you-."

"Oh, no, no. It's fine. I don't want to see them." You took another sip of your drink, crossing your hands over each other. "Jake and I didn't end off on good terms."

"I was wondering why we stopped seeing you. Or, perhaps, why Jake stopped seeing you." He called the bartender over after, ordering himself a beer.

"Your best guess is mine," you raised your glass to your lips, "he just stopped talking to me one day. Piece of shit."

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I just figured-."

"Danny, my man, I've been looking for ya." Jake came between the middle of you two, patting his hand on his friend's back.

Danny's eyes flicked to you, then to his friend with a shy smile, nodding his head and taking a sip of his drink. Jake turned his head over his shoulder, examining you as your eyes averted to your glass. You didn't know the expression he had held onto his face, but whatever it was, your face grew red hot with the knowledge of his eyes lingering on you. Steam leaving your face, your empty hand balling into a tight fist. You had prayed that he wouldn't recognize who you were, or maybe pretend that he didn't know you.

"Long time no see, y/n." He leaned onto his arm between you and Danny, a signal for him to find his friend.

You haven't heard your name leave his lips in a long time, let alone his voice ringing into your ears. It was something you were grateful to forget, but now you were given a reminder that had begun to burn into your brain. You had once been comforted of his voice, but now, it only twisted at your stomach and made you feel the closet thing you could to being ill.

You let your head turn to see him in full view, immediately regretting your decision once the details of his face were lit right in front of you. His light brown eyes that were shaded by black-rounded sunglasses, his lips rested into a smug grin, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to reveal his infamous silver necklaces. Every second of examination was enough to make you slam your drink back, grab your things and leave him without uttering a word.

"Wait, hey, hey!" He called after you, tugging at your arm in the crowds of people that filled the bar.

"What do you want, Jake?" You fully turned to him and shook your arm out of his grasp with a tired voice.

He stood there for a few moments with an astonished expression. "I just...wanted to see how you were doing. Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, and that's your fucking fault. If you actually cared about how I was doing, maybe you would've shot me a text once or twice."

"I'm sorry I-."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" You scoffed, following if with a spiteful chuckle. "I don't care that I was just some girl that you hooked up with every now and then, but you could have at least been a decent human being and told me our little thing was done." You shoved your finger into his chest.

His mouth hung agape; he tilted his head back as he tried to console his own frustrations. He felt goosebumps creep onto the back of his neck once he realized a few bystanders noticed your light outburst.

"Let me at least take you home, alright? Call you an Uber or something." He opened his palms to you.

"And why would I let you do that?" You folded your arms together and kept your stern glare.

He furrowed his brows. "Because I feel like a bit of an asshole for how I ended things."

You sighed deeply and brought your fingers to the bridge of your nose. You pinched at the stressed skin in thought. You could only imagine yourself regretting letting him talk to you after all this time, but you remembered that once you felt nothing but adoration for him. Accepting his simple gesture could've been the end of it and you wouldn't have to see him again.

"What about your friends?"

"Don't worry about 'em. I'll just let them know I'm accompanying you for a bit." He held your eyes with a slight smile and a nod over to them.

You exhaled deeply and threw your hands up in the air. "Fine, alright. We're walking, by the way."

He gave you a light smirk of gratitude that he got his way. "Forgot your apartment was close by." He nodded in recollection, then telling you to give him a few seconds to notify his friends of the plan and to meet him outside. It was odd that you were frustrated with how he remembered where your apartment was, because it seemed like he had forgotten all about you. Now, it was as if no time had passed since he left you in the dust without a single word.

As much as you tricked yourself into believing that you shouldn't trust him, you found yourself standing outside of the bar and rapidly tapping your foot against the pavement that lined the busy streets of the night.

He met you at your side, hands shoved into his pocket with brows raised to let you know he was ready to follow you back to your apartment.

You didn't want to say much to him, since he was only supposed to be walking you back home and nothing more. What else were you supposed to say to him other than express your hatred towards him for leaving you quite literally high and dry six months ago?

"You never answered my question, by the way." His voice stopped your thoughts, and your eyes landed on him with a cocked brow. "I asked you how you've been."

"Oh," you gave him a single nod, "fine. Great, actually." You gave him a small smile and kept your eyes focused in front of you after letting your eyes linger onto him for too long for comfort.

"Not that you were going to ask, but I've been doing okay myself." He spoke lightly, releasing a soft chuckle to soothe the tension radiating between you two. All you gave him was a simple nod and kept to yourself. "Was surprised to run into you, actually. It's been a while since we've been to that bar."

"Trying to avoid me, huh?" You dared to look at him once more with aggravation. All he gave you was a sigh, and called it quits of trying to make more small talk on the walk back to your apartment.

And once you finally hit the steps that lead to your complex, you walked up to the door without acknowledging him. But once you noticed that he continued to follow you, you couldn't help but want to try and stop his actions.

"I didn't invite you in." You shook your head.

"I know. But I told you I'd walk you home." He shrugged with his hands still stuffed into his pockets.

You let your eyes roll dramatically, releasing a grunt of aggravation. "You've walked me far enough, Jacob. Don't push it."

He took a few steps forward up the steps that led to you. You had your arms folded tightly into your chest as you watched his every move. Although your nostrils flared, eyebrows pulled together tightly with every movement he made, he didn't have an ounce of care that you were becoming more and more upset with him. He wore a devious smirk, knowing that he was crawling under your skin. Any ounce of attention you gave him was just enough for him to continue to push the boundaries.

You scoffed. "You're not going to leave me alone, huh?"

"Nope." He gave you a smug grin and a shake of his head, with his long locks of hair bouncing off his shoulders.

"Funny to see you care about my well-being after all this time." You muttered to yourself, letting him follow you up the short flight of stairs that led to your apartment door and still deciding to not say another word to him.

And once you both reached the door, you stood there for a moment with hesitation. You were being an asshole, although it was within right reason, you still felt shitty about it all. After all, he was at least making an effort to walk you back, but it could've just been him trying to have another quick hookup with you again. Because that's all you were to him, at least, that's what it's always been.

He removed his sunglasses from his face and slid them into his back pocket to reveal his soft, brown eyes that wore slight wrinkles at the corners of them. "Can we talk, please?" He tried to meet your eyes that scattered around in your purse to search for your keys.

"There's nothing to talk about, Jake. You made it very clear to me that you wanted nothing to do with me six months ago." You shot your eyes up at him, then focusing on unlocking your door with your keys that fumbled in your frantic hands.

"Can I at least explain myself?"

"Why should I grant you that after all this time?" You stopped your motions and looked at him once more.

"Because I owe you an explanation, y/n." His face contorted into some sort of sympathetic look, with his lips downturned into the slightest frown, and his brows resting close to his eyes.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, flicking your eyes between his own before unlocking your door fully, pushing it open and turning to him. He stood there, trying to make out if this was you allowing his entrance into your apartment. But, when you left the door open after pulling the keys out, he took the opportunity and shut the door behind him as he followed you inside.

You threw your shoes off, your purse to follow next onto your kitchen counter than flopping yourself onto the couch in your small makeshift living room. He watched your tense actions, only taking a few cautious steps towards you, but not enough to meet you at the couch.

"Why didn't you text me?" You stared blankly at the coffee table that sat in front of you. He took a few more steps towards you, finally reaching the arm of the couch, furthest from you. "I know I was just someone you saw every now and then, but it still hurt, Jake. I mean, I spent almost two years seeing you. And then one day, you just stop texting me, stop calling me. I know it's not because you weren't going to be in town anytime soon, 'cause you told me that you would be back in two months."

He brought his hand to his forehead and ran it over the skin. He decided on sitting next to you, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable with his presence.

"Well, I-."

"I want honesty, full honesty, Jake. Don't care if it'll hurt me. Won't make me feel more upset than I already was, or am, I guess." You gestured with your hands then folded them together and waited for his response.

He nodded and hesitated with a swallow before meeting your eyes. "Felt like it went on too long for it to not mean anything. I realized I was starting to grow feelings for you, get attached - all that stuff," he paused, "and I at first I wasn't looking for romance, mainly because I'm usually never home for long periods of time. And, well, I didn't want to put you through a relationship that would have been hard to start with me on the road all the time." He shrugged.

You didn't know how to react, so your face went through a multitude of reactions to his words and finally reserving to an astounded one. After all this time, he felt the way you did, but he was right. It was hard to make something out of your guys' casual hookups when he was on the road for most of the time.

"You could've at least told me." You refused to believe that that was the end of it. That there should've been a reason for you to still be upset with him.

"I didn't know how to tell you, y/n. I didn't want to end things, but that seemed like the only solution." His lips pressed tightly together, hanging his head low and giving you a weak shrug. "I feel like an asshole for it, believe me. So, when I saw you in the bar, I knew I had to say something. And all I can really say is that I'm sorry."

You scrunched your eyes tightly together, eyebrows pulled tightly together. "Instead of texting me you chose to just wait until you saw me again?"

"Would you have responded to me if I did?" His eyes landed on yours again, and all you could do was stare at him for a moment, before hanging your head down and sighing deeply. "I felt like it would be more meaningful rather than texting you. Besides, I've missed you...and your voice."

You couldn't have let him in this easily. Your heart had started to remember the familiar beat that it had taken when you would be with him, how it felt when you were with him. You knew you were still upset with Jake, but you couldn't push the feeling that crept from your gut and into your heart.

"I can't accept your apology. You can't just waltz back into my life after all this time and expect everything to be okay between us. It doesn't matter that I was just some girl you had sex with time and time again, it's the fact that you completely cut all contact with me and come back expecting me to be at your feet. Can't believe you think I'd forgive you that easily." You exhaled through your nose. "Thanks for walking me back home and telling me this, but I think you should go now."

He cocked his brow, seemingly confused that you didn't just accept his apology and, conclusively, you two were on good terms now. He knew that it wouldn't be easy to gain any sort of sympathy or trust from you, but he had at least hoped that some part of you would let him back into your life or give him some kind words to remember you by.

But the truth was, this wasn't the last time he wanted to see you. He spent those six months missing you, regretting not shooting you a text. He figured his time was up, and it was too late for him to apologize to you. He just needed to see you again, to tell you how he felt, to see that you understood how terrible he felt.

But his words weren't enough, and as stubborn as he was, he figured that was all he could give you.

So, he stood up from your couch, and you followed him to the door with slow strides behind him while watching as he reached for the doorknob before turning to you.

"Thanks for letting me come in for a few." He gave you a singular nod. His voice was low into a whisper, voice laced with slight regret that matched the paining feeling his heart was filled with.

"And thanks for walking me home," you folded your arms together, "and apologizing." You said with a dragged breath.

He released his hand from the doorknob, turning his body towards you and flicking his eyes between your lips and your eyes.

Within a swift motion, he grabbed your face with his hands and pressed his plush lips onto yours harshly, but then melting the kiss into a softer, more meaningful one. He had missed the way your lips tasted, and you hated to admit it, but you missed his mouth on your own. The way his calloused fingers found themselves tangled into your hair. The way he sharply inhaled at the first kiss that always gave you the same gut feeling as it did the moment his lips met yours for the first time.

As much as it would satisfy you to say no, push him away and make him feel regretful of his choices more than he already had, you couldn't deny how your heart banged against your ribcage with need. Your body language told you the opposite of what your mind felt, but your brain began to mush all those hatred thoughts down and bring you back in time for a moment. You were back to how you always felt when he finally came back home and visited you - none of this was foreign to you. It wasn't a rewarding feeling that you had gone back to your old ways so quickly, but with his mouth on yours, you no longer wanted to deny how much you desperately wanted him back anymore.

You unfolded your arms and placed one hand on his back, and the other on his chest to push him far enough for you to look at him. The quick change of the mood had you forgetting for a moment why you were upset with him. All you could think about was how it felt for him to be this close to your body, how his lips fit onto yours in the perfect way they always had, how his hands knew where to touch you and where to travel on your body as if they never left there before.

"I still hate you, Jake." You ran your hand down his chest with a small smirk creeping onto your lips. You tried to bite it back, but the muscles of your face were controlling your expressions in ways you didn't want to show.

"I know. Still wasn't going to miss my chance to kiss you again." He rested his forehead upon yours and releasing a soft chuckle.

"You've always been kind of an asshole, huh?" Your eyes lifted through your lids and met his.

"Some things never change."

And you realized how true his words were. Not with him being an asshole, but with your feelings. After all this time, you still missed him deeply. And now you had him right here with you, and who knows when the next time would be when you would see him again, if there were to be a next time. But with the newly found news that he started to grow feelings for you, you had a bit of hope inside of you to trust that he'd finally make up his mind with deciding whatever it was between you guys. After all, you couldn't mistake the chemistry between you two.

You pulled him back onto your lips with your hand pressed onto the back of his head and your other arm snaked around his neck, opening your mouth against his and accepting his invitation to invade your mouth with his tongue.

He slipped his shoes off, not daring to break from your lips as he quickly unbuttoned whatever buttons were left clasped together on his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. You were given the opportunity to feel the smooth skin you had missed laying your fingers upon, scratching at his back when the time was right. But for now, you just let one hand run up his toned chest, then crawling its way to his broad shoulders to try and soak up the memory of how his skin felt under your touch.

His lips traveled to your jaw, his hands landing on your hips and pulling them closer to his own as his mouth sucked at your neck. You let your head tilt back as he continued to sink his teeth delicately into the skin, your mouth dropping open and releasing a relieved, pleasurable sigh.

His fingers trailed to the hem of your tank top, tugging at it a few times as his mouth left a few more open, sloppy kisses below your jaw and then finally giving in to throw it over you when your arms involuntarily threw themselves up to help him out. Your eyes fluttered shut once his mouth traveled down from your jugular and to the top of your breast, one hand massaging the other.

"Jake," you moaned, your hands traveling into his hair and then to his chin to bring him up to eye level.

"What?"

"We're not doing this out here." You shook your head with a giggle. He gave you a puzzled expression, but then relaxing it into a knowing smirk that told you he knew what you meant.

His lips met yours again, placing an open-mouthed kiss with a deep groan bubbling in his throat. "Was thinking about bending you over on the counter. That alright with you?" He spoke into your lips.

"If we're doing this, we're doing it my way. Since, y'know, I'm letting this happen." You slotted your lips with his once before cocking your head to the side.

"Fair enough." He shrugged. He bent his knees, lifting you into his arms with a slight grunt and carrying you over to where your bedroom was.

He landed you onto the bed, you immediately scooting backwards with a giggle as he crawled with you, finding your lips again and dragging his tongue alongst your bottom lip.

"Did you think I was going to let you fuck me on my counter?" You laughed into his lips, to which he switched to trailing his mouth down your neck.

"Was worth a shot. Figured you missed me enough to not really care." He hummed against your ear, then dragging his tongue along the side of your neck.

You moaned lowly, a hand finding its way into his hair. "It's cute that you think I missed you."

He raised himself from your neck, planting his hands on either sides of your head and looking at you with an open-mouthed smirk, tilting his head to the side and examining your face.

"Oh, I must be mistaken then for thinking that you are letting this happen because you missed me. Forgot how much you hated me." He widened his eyes for a moment with playful sarcasm.

"Just shut up and kiss me, 'kay?" You said with an eyeroll and pulled his lips back onto yours with both of your hands on his cheeks.

He hummed into your lips, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth and dragging it out of your kiss, then pressing another kiss onto your lips before making his way to your breasts.

You lifted your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it off to the side and keeping your hands tangled in his hair, but eventually letting one hand run off to his toned back and tracing his spine as his lips wrapped around your hardened bud. His tongue circled your areola, humming as he held your other nipple between his fingers and twisted at it lightly. Your chest raised into his mouth and touch, head tilted back and mouth exhaling light moans of satisfaction.

Your rapid breathing became more apparent to you once his mouth traveled down your body and you watched your chest rise and fall quickly with every step he got closer to your shorts. He looked up at you through hooded eyes for approval, and you lifted your hips for him and allowed him to pull them off of your legs while he rested on his knees. His eyes flicked down to the exposed era, rubbing his lips together and deciding to crawl back up to you and cradling your face into a kiss while his other hand held at your waist.

He let his thumb knead into your hip bone as your body involuntarily bucked your hips into him, sending him to groan into your lips. His hand snaked between your connected bodies, parting from your mouth just to watch how your face contorted pleasurably as he dragged his fingers up your slit. Your eyes met his at his actions, and you saw how his mouth hung open similarly to yours with a soft smile, just in awe at how perfect you looked when under his touch.

You tugged at your bottom lip once he started to circle your clit. Your head had rested back into the pillow and your hips lifted into his motions, finally allowing yourself to release any noises that escaped your lips. You no longer cared how needy you sounded. All you could feel was his fingers on you and the blankets that rested beneath you, along with his jagged breaths that hit your nose.

"Feel good?" He asked as if he needed an answer. All you did was whine in approval, rolling your head onto your shoulder and focusing on the movement of his calloused fingertips.

He pressed another kiss onto your lips as he slid a single finger inside of you and curling it. Your mouth gasped onto his, eyes opening and seeing that he was watching you attentively. You couldn't help but swear under your breath, gripping at his shoulders and digging into them with your nails.

And another finger slid into you, pumping in and out of you at a moderate pace just to let your high build up slowly. He wanted to savor this moment with you, just to remember how you looked while his fingers curled inside of you.

"You missed me a little, huh?" He pressed a kiss onto your ear.

"Shut up, fuck." You whined. "Do you ever stop talking?"

He chuckled, lifting his head back in front of yours. He knew your question was rhetorical, but still chose to respond anyways. "Just like seeing you try talking to me when my fingers are inside of you."

"How romantic." You followed with another swear, rolling your eyes back as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside of you with each time his fingers reentered.

"Don't gotta tell me you missed me. I know you did, y/n." He said cockily into your lips as he picked up his pace on his fingers and pressed his thumb into your clit.

You let your lips relax into a smile, tugging at your bottom lip and suppressing your pathetic whines of his name. You had let his name slip of your mouth once or twice, which spurred him on more, but you still weren't going to give him the satisfactory feeling of knowing that his name was the only thing that you could say.

Your nails dug deeper into his shoulder and one hand rested at his face. Your head had rested itself onto his and you tried to kiss him, but your mouth preferred to just moan sounds of euphoric bliss while his fingers worked inside of you. You seemed to not have any force in your body to lift your head up and press your lips onto his, but that didn't matter. It was gratifying enough just to lose your vision in his eyes while he watched you intently.

He knew you were close to finishing by the way your walls sucked him in a bit easier, the way your eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed. The way your whines grew louder. It was all familiar to him. He had never forgotten how your body worked, even after all his time. Your body was a temple he praised, and he thought deserved appraisal.

He still liked talking you through it, despite you telling him to keep his mouth shut. He knew you better than to not stop himself from speaking. You craved the specific tone of his voice that would only be apparent in such an environment.

"Gonna cum for me sweet girl, yeah?" He spoke with a grumble in his throat, and airy moans that lifted the corners of his lips into a small smile.

You nodded with a hum as the familiar, tingling sensation knotted into your stomach, and your entire body tuned to his fingers and the way he watched over you in adoration. Those damned hands of his that worked magically inside of you each time, and you shunned yourself in your mind for forgetting how he was the only man to ever bring you to your release effortlessly.

Your back arched off of the bed as your eyes squeezed shut, releasing a loud moan of his name and a few swears tumbling out of your mouth incoherently. He slowed his fingers, coaxing you through your orgasm and watching you come down from your high that had you seeing white. Your legs quivered with each light curl he placed onto your sacred spot and slowly rubbing at your clit to drain you of any energy you had left in your body.

He pressed a kiss onto your temple, removing his fingers from inside of you and raising them to his lips. He admired his glistening fingers, twisting his wrist and letting the moonlight aluminate the sight.

"Open that pretty mouth for me." He pressed his fingers onto your lips, to which you obliged and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, sucking softly as he rested them on your tongue. His eyes fluttered at the feeling of your tongue cleaning his fingers, and he released them from your mouth and pressed a gentle, but passionate kiss onto your lips.

He stood from the bed, keeping his eyes locked with yours and unbuckling his belt. He slid off his dress pants and briefs followed with the motion. Your eyes landed on his hand stroking over himself while lightly squeezing at the tip that was decorated with a salty bead of precum. He was a perfect portrait in front of you; his eyes landed onto your bare breasts as he continued pumping himself slowly, then choosing to meet your eyes with his that were hooded with lust.

He crawled on top of you, pulling your hips closer to him once he rested onto his knees and bringing your legs to wrap them around his waist. You had no fight in you to disobey the motions, as much as you wanted to take control for once and watch him diminish pleasurably under you. But as he lined himself up with you, dragging his plump tip down your slit to soak up the wetness that he helped produce from you, you just begged with a light whine for him to continue. His eyes met yours as he pushed just the tip into your sensitive entrance and waiting patiently to see how you whined from the light stretch that was unfamiliar to you for too long of a time. But as he braced himself on his hands, then reserving one hand to the top of the headboard, he fully sunk himself into you with a light groan of satisfaction.

His hips rolled into you slowly with his bottom lip tucked under his front teeth. He swore under his breath as he lowered his head down. It had been forever since this feeling graced him, and he didn't want to escape it too soon. Frankly, you didn't either. Although your body was pleading for the friction to not occur, the tingling sensation that was painful grew into a pleasurable one that you didn't want to stop.

His silver jewelry dangled in front of your face, and it seemed like it was a call for you to tug onto it. So, you pulled on the necklaces and brought him down to you, opening your mouth on his with a loud sigh in desperate attempt to kiss him. He met the movements of your lips with a deep exhale and his eyes shutting tightly. The friction between you two had him grunting into your lips and bringing his mouth to your ear just to allow you to hear the words that muttered from his mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you gonna tell me you didn't miss me now?"

You released a light whine that came out more breathlessly than you intended. "No, no Jake."

He hummed with satisfaction. As he placed a kiss onto your ear, he said, "good girl, good fucking girl."

That nickname he used to call you had you trembling around his hips. He knew that those sacred words had you falling under a lustful spell, and you were lost in the trance of the feeling of him pounding into you with a deep, but quick pace. You were no stranger to how rough he liked to be with you, but in this moment, he didn't want to start it out like that. He wanted to show you that you were meant to be treated preciously, only granting you delighted feelings that you deserved.

He brought his head up from the crook of your neck after spending time moaning against the skin of it with open-mouthed kisses. He titled his chin down to you with his mouth parted open. His eyes fluttered close just for a moment at the feeling of your nails digging into his lower back, which only made him buck his hips into you with more aggressive force. As much as he wanted to savor in this moment, your impressions that your nails were creating only told him otherwise.

He brought his hand that gripped tightly onto the headboard of your bed and brought it to your neck in attempt to force you to look up to him. The lewd sounds that curated between yours and his's skin contact brought you back out of your fucked state, along with the light grip around your throat.

You looked up to him as tears brewed at the sides of your eyes. You followed with a loud, breathless whine of his name, stirring him into a craze and groaning a deep hum that only told you he was enjoying your voice.

"Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." He lowered his head down to you more. The position for him was only a bit uncomfortable, but with the friction of him sliding in and out of you, that was the last thing on his mind. "Tell me you missed me."

You tried to roll your head back in slight aggravation that he was still desperate to hear you say that, but his grip only tightened on your throat and forcing your head up as his fingers pressed onto the back of your neck. "Jake-."

"Y/n," he whined, "I missed you. Missed all of you, so fucking much. Missed fucking you and hearing you, missed everything. You wanna be a good girl and return the favor by telling me you missed me, too?"

"I missed you, fuck!" You threw your head back with enough force to battle his hand, gripping onto his waist tightly that you were sure was going to draw blood from the imprints. "I missed you, Jake." You said breathlessly, looking up to him with a small pout in attempt to mask your pleasured cries.

His lips curled into a devilish grin. He had finally gotten you to say what he wanted to hear from you all night. He was utterly satisfied with your words. "Wasn't that hard, huh?"

You let out a huffed laugh, shaking your head. His hand moved back up to the headboard with his arm raised up on the side of your face. All you could mutter was his name, and that was enough for him.

He looked down at you with blown eyes, dark and filled with the necessity to chase his release. You warned him that your own was approaching quickly, and he continued his thrusts at a relentless pace. You felt as though you were losing your hearing, with his loud groans snapping you back into reality and watching him unravel from above you.

"Cum with me, sweet girl, come on, shit." He said through gritted teeth. You tightened your legs around his waist to hold him there, filling him with the quick realization you wanted him to stay inside of you and fill you with his release.

His thrusts became lazy, dragging them out at an unsteady pace as his orgasm overtook his body. He threw his head back with his eyes rolled into the back of his head, then looking down to you with shaky breaths exhaling through his panting mouth. He continued to drive you to your release, that followed shortly behind, having your legs tremble around him and your back arching up from the bed.

You fell onto the mattress with sigh as your legs removed themselves from his waist and stayed propped up at his sides. He placed a quick kiss upon your damp, sweaty forehead before removing himself slowly with his eyes squinted tightly.

He glanced down at your entrance and noticed his cum dripping from your entrance. He dared to bring his hands to your slight and watch the liquid slowly fall, although you squirmed from his touch. He just looked at you with admiration, smirking up to you and picking himself up from the bed and made his way to your bathroom that stayed just outside of your bedroom.

He came back with a white hand towel in his grasp to clean you up. You always enjoyed the tender care he took with you, especially post-sex. Even though your vision told you to shut your eyes, you didn't dare to look away from him cleaning you gently and pressing light kisses on the insides of your thighs.

"Are you," you breathed, "are you leaving me tonight?"

He looked up to you with his eyebrows quirked up. "No, I'm not leaving you, y/n. Don't plan on leaving you again. That okay with you?"

You vigorously nodded without a single thought. You were no longer upset with him, especially after how he had sent you through two pleasurable orgasms and spoke to you with appraisal. You knew he meant it. You knew he was truthful as he brought you into his arms with your head rested into his chest that glistened with light sweat.

"I'll never forgive you if you do, you know that?" You looked up to him. He met your eyes and gave you a small smile.

"So, you don't hate me anymore then?"

You shook your head with a quick roll of your eyes. "Less than I did before. It's gonna take you a little longer to fully gain my trust back and forgive you."

He gave you a single nod of understanding. "Thankfully, I have a ton of time to make all of this up to you." He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head and tugged you closer to his chest as a signal that he wanted to get some rest, and have you fall asleep in his arms. And, hopefully, this would be how you two would spend all of your nights together.

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Sweet to Taste II

blame @ignite-my-fire she asked for it👀

This one is really nothing but forbidden twin filth. But shoutout to these babes for being so supportive💖 @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @gvfpal @jakesguitarsolo

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Voyeurism, Fingering, Pussy Slapping🫣, Oral(m rec), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Very Mild Edging, Squirting) Dom!Jake & Soft-Dom!Sam deserve a warning of their own, let’s be real. Oh, and the aftercare🥹

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“Y/N, your 5 top at table six needs refills.” Your coworker, Jess, nudged you, yanking you from your daydream, “Are you good? You keep, like, zoning out…” She placed her tray down, eyeing you.

Standing up straight, you tucked your pen into a pocket on your apron and turned around to grab yourself an empty tray, “Yeah, I’m fine… It’s just been a long shift.” You pulled your notepad out, reading over the table six drink orders, and began filling new cups. Putting on the friendliest face you could muster, you picked the tray up and dropped the drinks off, picking up the empty glasses. Walking back towards the kitchen to get rid of the dishes, your mind began to wander again. Every thought, for the past two weeks, has been Jake and Sam and the night you’d shared with them. You woke up the next morning, tangled between the two of them, and though you had no shame about what went down, you couldn’t be sure they felt the same. When you climbed over Jake to go to the bathroom, he grabbed your waist with one hand, weaving his fingers through your hair with the other to pull you in for a kiss. You could feel Sammy’s eyes on you but you didn’t think anything of it until you finally broke away from the older boy to use the bathroom and came back to find both of them gone. When your calls and texts went unanswered that day, you knew something was up. You gave it a couple of days before you tried to reach out again and when you did, you finally got an answer out of Sam, letting you know that they’d be out of town for a bit. That was a week and a half ago and you haven’t heard anything since…until now. Your phone began to vibrate in your apron pocket and you dug it out to read the caller ID. Jake… Dropping the tray of cups by the dishwasher, you rushed out of the kitchen, “Jess, can you cover for me for a few minutes?” You held your phone up, signaling that you had a call, as she nodded in approval.

“Hello?” You held the phone to your ear as you stepped outside.

His voice came through, sending butterflies through your stomach, “Hey beautiful. You busy tonight?”

You tried to play it cool, but you were practically vibrating with excitement, “Depends… Did you have something in mind?”

“I did.” He paused for a moment, “Josh is having a party at his place tonight. Come. I want to see you… We both do.”

You knew he meant he and Sam, but you were a little disappointed that you wouldn’t have them alone, “Umm. yeah, okay. What time?”

“Be there by 9. See you.” He hung up before you could even say goodbye and the confusion in your brain only multiplied.

You had barely gotten a shred of attention from either of them since that night and now you’re being asked to go to a party because they miss you? It was definitely weird, but you were aching to see them, so of course you’d show up.

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After you’d gotten off work at 6, you went straight home to shower and get ready. A bit of mascara and some lip gloss later, you were pulling on your favorite casual dress. Black and form fitting, hugging your body in all the right places, with thin straps that tied into bows on your shoulders. You fastened your hair into a high ponytail, letting it dangle down your neck. Pulling on a pair of boots and your leather jacket, you took one last look at yourself in the floor length mirror before grabbing your phone and keys to head out. You pulled up to Josh’s, his driveway already lined with cars and people scattered around the outside of the property. The music was loud, filtering through the opened front door as you made your way inside. You made a beeline for the kitchen in search of a drink.

As you stood at the counter, pouring tequila into a cup, a pair of hands landed on your waist, snaking around to wrap you in their hold, “I was wondering when you’d show up.” He bent down, lips right against your neck as he whispered, “I like this dress, babe…a little short though.” He pinched the hem between his fingers, letting his knuckles graze your thigh.

“I knew you’d like the dress, Sammy.” You spun around in his arms, slinging your own over his shoulders, “But I expected you to spend the night avoiding me.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Avoid you? I could never.” He dropped a hand to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he held eye contact, “You and Jake were pretty cozy… I was just giving you the space to explore that.” The smirk on his lips was hinting that he was up to something, “In fact, he’s looking for you now.” His hands left your body as he pointed behind you, “You should probably go say hi.”

You looked in the direction he was pointing to find Jake watching you intently, but even from a distance, you could see the playful smirk on his face. Turning back to Sam, you grabbed his wrist before he could disappear, “You have my attention right now. Jake can wait.” You hooked your hand into the front of his waistband yanking him against you, “Unless you have someone else waiting on you?” Your fingers wiggled against the short bit of hair just beneath his jeans.

“Nobody who’s attention is worth more than yours.” He bent forward, his hand grasping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You bit down on his lip, drawing a growl from deep in his chest, “Make yourself a drink and come find me.” He broke away from you, slipping through the sea of people littering the kitchen. Turning back to the counter, you picked up your cup, tossing back the clear liquid in it.

“You want some lime with that, mama?” Josh appeared at your side as you poured more liquor.

You put the bottle down, pulling him into a hug, “Nope, having it straight tonight. Have a shot with me!” You handed him the bottle and took your cup.

He fake clinked the bottle with you, “Cheers, Y/N!” He brought the neck to his lips, taking a couple chugs while you swallowed your own. Josh shook his body out with a grimace, “I’ll catch up with you later, mama. Have fun!” He grasped your face, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek before skipping into the crowd. You allowed yourself one more shot before going to search for Sammy.

Rounding the doorway out of the kitchen, you saw Jake talking with a few people in the corner or the dining room. His eyes flicked to you for the tiniest second before going back to the girl in front of him, barely acknowledging you. Oh really? You sauntered towards him, a sweet smile plastered on your face, “Not even a hi, Jake?”

He let his gaze settle on you a little longer this time, taking in your outfit, “Hi.” He returned to his conversation as you stared at him. When he realized you weren’t leaving, he turned to face you completely, “I’m having a conversation.” He leaned in, dropping his voice for you and only you, “Be a good girl and go find Sam to keep you company until I’m finished.”

You couldn’t deny the rush you felt at his command as you whispered a “Yes, sir.” and scampered off to look for Sammy.

You found him sitting on the couch in the living room, puffing on a cigarette between his fingers, “Josh would kill you if he found out you’re smoking in his house.” He waved his hands dismissively, unbothered by your claim as he licked his lips, staring at your legs, “You’re an ass. Gimme.” You plucked the stick from his hold and dropped into a random cup on the coffee table, listening to the sizzle as the cherry went out.

“C’mere, babe.” Sam yanked on your hand, pulling you down on his lap, “When can we get the fuck out of here?” He flattened his palm against your abdomen, pushing you to sit back against his chest, “I just wanna peel this dress off…” His breath was hot on your skin as he whispered in your ear, bunching the fabric up in his fist.

You tilted your head to him, flashing a devilish smirk, “Why the rush, baby? Isn’t the party just getting good?” You circled your hips, effectively grinding into him. When you turned your attention back to the rest of the room, you scanned the crowd for the other Kiszka, finding him in a conversation with another man.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/N.” His teeth nipped at the shell of your ear, “If you think I won’t throw you down in front of all these people, you’re sorely mistaken, babe.” Sam’s hand left your sternum to rest on your leg.

You watched his hand tickle along your skin, squeezing the inside of your thigh, “I think you know I always finish, Sammy?” The music was loud and the lights too low to emit any kind of glow over the two of you, “Don’t make empty threats…”

You felt his tongue glide up your neck, “You wanna make him watch, don’t you?” His hand lingered on your thigh, fingers teasing higher.

You tore your eyes from his hand, looking up to see Jake across the room, surrounded by other party guests but his gaze unmistakably transfixed on you, “I just think he might enjoy the show, Sammy.” You shivered as he finally made it beneath your dress.

His eyes widened as he dragged a finger over you, “You’re not wearing- Fuck, babe…”

“Oops…must’ve slipped my mind.” You shrugged as you held eye contact with Jake, his stare burning deep into your skin. A gasp escaped you as he slid through your folds and you parted your legs just an inch further.

He teeth were just barely digging at your shoulder as he stared down, “You’re so fucking wet, babe.” He was swirling his calloused fingers over your clit, smiling to himself as you fought to keep your whimpers down. He dipped his hand lower, pushing the tip of his middle finger through your entrance to feel you instantly clench around it, “Shit… She needs me, huh? Practically begging for my fingers.”

You struggled to keep your eyes on Jake as Sam pushed his finger deeper. You could’ve sworn you watched his gaze narrow, his tongue darting out over his lip, right before your eyes flitted. All of your focus went back to the younger Kiszka, “More, Sammy.” You cupped your hand over top of his, dropping your head to his shoulder, as he added a second finger, “Hmmm…”

He let out a quiet chuckle, “I bet she’d prefer my cock, wouldn’t she?” His eyes were flicking around the room, making sure your display stayed unnoticed, “If you just sit up a little, I could slip right inside, babe. No one would even know.” The deep rasp of his voice was enticing, making you want to throw all your inhibitions out the window, “He’s getting pissed… You think he’ll stick around to watch you cum on my hand?” Sam curled his fingers, eliciting a high pitched whine from you. His free hand came up to grip your face, turning your head enough to sink his mouth onto your own, swallowing up the noise.

You were completely lost in the feeling of Sammy, you didn’t catch Jake storming through the plethora of people, “Are you fucking done?” His fingers wrapped around your wrist, plucking you from Sam’s lap.

You yelped as Sam retracted his hand before gazing up at Jake with a giggle, “Well, I was almost done.” Looking back at the younger boy, he was laughing as well, but Jake didn’t share the amusement.

“Upstairs, now. Guest room.” He growled the command into your ear, “I need to have a word with my brother. Go.”

“Jakey, we were just-“

His nostrils flared as he stared at you, “One more word and I’ll see to it that you don’t cum at all. Go.” He pointed towards the staircase. You didn’t argue, just turned and scurried up to Josh's guest room, closing the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do or what was to come, as you fidgeted with your hands. Kicking your boots off, you climbed onto the mattress, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you and waited for them. Several minutes had passed when the door finally opened and the brother’s came through it, both wearing wicked grins, “I hope it was worth it, baby… Didn’t anybody ever tell you that your actions have consequences?” Jake was coming across the room as Sam locked the door.

You swallowed hard, building the courage for what you were about to say, “What’s the matter, Jake? I thought you’d enjoy watching?” You tried to look as innocent as possible.

He was in front of you in a flash, holding your jaw in one hand while he undid his jeans with the other, “You think that was your idea? Think you’re in charge?” He let out a deep laugh, taking his hand from your face to dig into his pocket, “Baby, you’re not the only one who likes to make bets.” He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, passing it to his brother while keeping his eyes on you.

“He didn’t think you’d do it. Not in the middle of the party… But I know you, babe.” Sam took the money with a smile, “To be fair, I was gonna let you cum before he interrupted, but I think he felt left out.” He nodded to the older boy.

Your eyes darted back and forth between them, “You guys- Wait… What was the bet?”

“Well,” Jake grasped the hem of your dress to lift it over your head, “Sam kept going on and on about how you’re always down for anything, never one to shy away from a challenge.” He waited for you to raise your arms, removing the garment to toss it to the floor, “I bet him that he couldn’t get you to open up for him in a crowded room tonight- lay down.” He pushed on your shoulders, guiding you to lay on your back, “Deep down, I knew you’d fold… But I was a bit surprised at how quickly you spread your legs for him.” He pulled you to the edge of the bed, pushing your legs apart, “Putting this sweet pussy on display for anybody to see, no hesitation.” He bit down on his lip, petting your clit with the pad of his thumb.

The light touch made you whine, “No it- Fuck… It wasn’t for-“ Your breath caught as he applied more pressure.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, what was that?” His thumb continued its movement while he pushed two fingers through your entrance, “Come on. Use your words.”

“You, Jake.” It was a breathless huff, your hands digging at the blanket below you, “It wasn’t for anyone…It-It was for you to see.”

Sam crawled onto the bed behind you, taking your hands into his and holding them, “She was so fucking wet, Jake. She likes being watched.”

“She’s still soaked, brother.” He pulled his fingers from you, rapidly flicking them over your cunt to hear the vulgar, splashy sounds, while Sammy moved his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

You were writhing on the bed, the stimulation from both of them driving you wild, “Please… I’ve been waiting for weeks.” You were lifting your hips to meet Jake’s hand, “Aaah. Fuck, Jake.” You whimpered as his hand cracked down over your pussy, sending a shockwave through you.

“Normally, I’d like to hear you beg, baby…” His fingers pushed back into you, “But we’re gonna take our time with you tonight and begging won’t move things along, only compliance will.” He thrusted deep, curling his fingers against your sweet spot, “Understand?” He repeated the action a second time.

Acting purely out of feral need, you rolled your hips into his hand, earning yourself another harsh slap, “FUCK. I’m sorry. I-I understand.” You gripped onto Sam’s wrists as he continued massaging your breast.

Jake ripped his shirt off and pulled himself from his already unbuttoned jeans, “That’s good, beautiful.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it as he stood between your legs, “I wanna hear you make all those dirty noises.” He slipped his head through your folds, allowing the wetness to coat his tip, before burying himself inside of you, “Don’t hold out on me.”

You winced at the stretch, digging your nails into Sammy’s arms with a hiss, “Christ, Jacob!” You looked up to see the smug smile planted on his face as he began drawing his hips back. He moved slowly, making sure you felt every fine detail.

He left only the tip in, bringing his fingers back to your clit to draw a series of whines from you, “That’s it, baby. Let me know just how good I make you feel.” Jake slammed back into you without warning, smiling at the cry you let out. He kept this up for what felt like an eternity, drawing out to tease your throbbing clit just to fill you back up for a short second.

Your mind was swimming, unable to form any thoughts outside of release. Knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere with Jake, you turned your attention to Sam, who always had a soft spot for you, “Sammy… Baby, please.” You gazed up at him, brows pinched as shaky whimpers fell from your lips, “P-please, I need-.”

“Shhh. It’s okay, babe. I’ll take care of you.” He let his fingers graze your cheeks in the softest touch before looking to his brother, “Jake, let me have her.”

Jake met his eyes, the two of them caught in a staring contest, before he finally relented, “Fine… You give into her too easily. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” He pulled himself out of you, allowing the other boy to take his place, “Flip her over, I want to fuck her pretty face.”

Sam gripped your legs, flipping you in a swift movement and placing your feet on the floor, “I think I like this view better anyways.” He kept your chest pressed into the mattress and slapped his palm across your ass, enjoying the way it bounced and rippled, before bending to leave a kiss right over his red handprint. He took note of how your body shuddered from the contact, “Did you like that, Y/N?” He slapped your ass again, adding a red welt to the other cheek.

“Mhmm. Do it again, Sammy.” Your plea was followed up by a dulcet hum.

His palm came down harder, leaving a sharp sting, “Your pussy is fucking dipping, babe. She loves it.” He rubbed his hands over your flesh, soothing the skin, “Let’s see just how wet she can get.”

You heard the sound of his zipper right before he was pushing into you. He had a tight grip on your hip, filling you slowly, “Oh god, baby. You feel so fucking good.” You dropped your face to the mattress, allowing the thick comforter to muffle your loud groan.

His hips began snapping into you, the thunderous sounds filling the room, “I feel better than him, don’t I?” His tone was mocking and you were sure he was looking directly at Jake as he spoke, “I know just how to spoil your sweet pussy…make her cry for me.” He was pounding into you, making it impossible for you to utter anything other than pitched cries.

You felt the bed shake a bit before a hand was twirling around your ponytail to lift your head from the blanket, “I’ll give you something better to muffle those sounds, beautiful.” Jake sat back on his heels, resting just close enough that your mouth was right over his dick, “Open up, baby.” He knotted the hair around his fist, lowering your head back down. You parted your lips, letting him slide into your mouth with ease, “You’re listening so well tonight. Being so good for us.” He allowed you to bob your head, taking him slowly as you moaned around his length. After a few moments, he pressed down on the back of your head, holding it in place as he hit your throat. Tears filled your eyes, gags heaving from the depths of your esophagus as you attempted to push yourself off of him, “Ahh. Sam, grab her hands.” Sammy hooked his hands around your elbows, pulling them behind your back, his thrusts never faltering. Jake lifted your face from his cock, watching proudly as you fought for a breath, more saliva dripping from your mouth with every gasping cough, “Go ahead and breathe, baby.” He gave you a few more seconds before bringing your mouth back, gliding along your tongue as he dragged your head up and down on him.

“Shit… Everytime you make her gag she fucking squeezes me so tight.” Sam’s voice was low and husky, breaking through the groans in his chest, “You’re so fucking close, babe. I can feel it.” He pulled harder on your arms, forcing an arch to your back and eliciting a loud wail from you at the changed angle. His cock was hammering into your g-spot, winding the coil tighter and tight with each pass.

Jake pulled you from his length again and released your hair, “Let her down a little bit, Sam, just a few inches.” He waited for his brother to comply, loosening his hold on your arms. You watched him stroke himself through blurry vision, “Your tongue, Y/N…” His free hand went to the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his balls. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at them hungrily before sucking them into the warmth of your mouth and moaning around them, “That’s- Oh fuck, baby. That mouth is heaven.” His breathing picked up along with the pumping of his hand, “You think we should fill her up, Sammy?” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to last much longer, “Think she earned it?”

“I think we earned it, brother.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth, “But she’s there, Jake. Any second…”

You let him fall from your mouth, “Pleeeease. I need it, please let me cum.” You pouted up at Jake, begging for the release, “I’ve been good, Jakey, please.” Your moans were becoming more desperate with every stroke of Sam’s dick.

He brushed the loose hairs from your face, “Swallow all of me and Sam will let you have it, pretty girl, I promise.” You gave a weak nod, ready to explode at any given moment. Jake was sliding back into your mouth in an instant, “I could stay here forever, you do so fucking well, baby.” He was guiding your head up and down but when you sucked your cheeks in, tightly suctioning your mouth around him, that was it, “Y/N, fuck-.” He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, his cock twitching frantically against your tongue, “Jesus, I- Fucking take it, baby. All of it.” He drove into the back of your throat, cursing under his breath as he held you in place, spilling into your mouth. Jake watched in awe as you gulped him down without a problem, savoring every last drop. He shuddered as he pulled you from his cock with an incredulous stare, “I don’t think anybody could ever compare to you…” He caught the pained expression on your face as you silently prayed for your own orgasm, “Let her have it, Sammy.” His thumb just barely ghosted over your lip when Sam was yanking you up by your arms.

“You’re so close, babe. Just let me have it.” He was in your ear, speaking through grunts as he slammed into you.

The sound of your cries was drowned out by the blood thrumming through your ears as the tension finally broke, “Sammy. Oh fuck, Sammy…” You choked out the words despite the fire spreading through your entire body, “God, I-” Your words were cut off by the flooding gush that forced Sam out of your cunt.

“No fucking way…” Sam kept a tight grip around your torso as he gaped at the puddle on the floor. He stared in awe for a couple more seconds before letting you drop to the bed to grasp your hips. He slid his cock back into you, only getting a few thrusts in before he was inevitably filling you with his release, muttering mindlessly through his heaving breaths. He carefully slipped out of you, watching his seed leak out, before Jake was distracting him.

“Sam, don’t let go of her! She’s gonna-” He was rushing to pull you onto the bed before your legs buckled beneath you. He tugged you against him, holding you close as he looked at your tired eyes, “She’s fucking spent, man. Go get something to clean her up…and a towel for the floor.”

Sam yanked his shirt over his head, giving it to his brother, “Put her in this. I’ll steal a pair of boxers from Josh’s room.” He waited for Jake to pull the shirt over your head, buttoning his jeans back up, before heading out of the room.

“You okay, baby? We didn’t go too far, did we?” He got your arms through the sleeves as you shook your head with a soft hum and your eyes started to close, “You’re tired, I know… Just wait until Sammy gets back with a washcloth and then we can go straight to sleep, pretty girl.” Your legs were still trembling as you curled into him and he rubbed gentle circles on your back.

Sam came barreling back into the guest room, tripping over his own feet, “I grabbed her some water, I think she lost a lot.” He said it with a chuckle as he dropped a towel over the mess you’d made and climbed onto the bed with the rag, “Here, babe, let me see.” He pushed your legs apart, making quick work of wiping you down, taking extra care around your sensitive bits, “Okay, can you just lift a little bit for me, Y/N?” You watched through barely opened eyes as he dropped the cloth on top of the towel and slid the stolen boxers over your legs. You lifted your hips with Jake’s help, allowing Sammy to secure the waistband in its proper place.

“Alright, baby.” Jake broke away from you to climb off the bed, prompting his younger brother to do the same, “We’re gonna let you rest.” He made sure you were nestled snug into the pillows before pulling the duvet over you.

You felt Sam press his lips to your temple and reached for him before he could pull away, “Stay with me. Both of you.” Your voice was raspy, riddled with sleep already, “Please.” You tugged on his hand, dragging him to lay down with you. Once you felt Sam settle in, you held your hand out to Jake, “Jakey…” You mewled, coaxing him towards you. He finally took your hand, sliding into the blankets beside you. Fully enveloped in the warmth of your two favorite boys, you started to drift, sleep taking you fast.

You felt your body relax into the mattress, the last thing you heard as your consciousness slipped away was Sammy’s voice, laced with an arrogant pride, “I made her fucking squirt, Jake.” . . . . .

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I Was Born to Love You - Jake's Version Pt. 2

A gracev0609 / @losfacedevil collaboration

The long awaited second chapter of Jake and Sevda's story.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex, Childbirth

The second her eyes opened Sevda felt her stomach flip, nausea quickly setting in. Ripping herself away from Jake's sleepy grasp she rushes to the bathroom, making it to the toilet before the contents of her stomach can make an appearance. Too preoccupied to hear him come in, she jumps when his warm hand makes contact with her cool clammy skin.

“You're okay, my love,” he rubs soothing circles on her back as she takes deep breaths, willing her stomach to settle. Even though he knows this is all a part of pregnancy he can't help but feel a little guilty.

She lifts her head to look at his face, her eyes a little watery from the ordeal,” This is the part I wish I didn't have to do again. My morning sickness is so much worse this time around.”

She watches his shoulders slump slightly,” I'm sorry Sevvie…”

She swipes the wetness from her eyes before standing up and flushing,”You don't have to be sorry Jacob. I knew what I was signing up for.”

Jake pushes the big t-shirt of his she was wearing up over her little bump and places a kiss to her skin,” You've gotta stop making mommy feel so sick, okay? Otherwise we might have some beef.”

Sevda laughs loudly, the shrill sound echoing off the tiles,” Jake you're not having beef with our unborn child, oh my god!”

She looks down at him still on his knees, with a wide goofy smile on his face, she runs her hand through his hair,” You're ridiculous, I swear.”

He stands and wraps her in an embrace,” I love you… I can't wait until we find out what we're having. Ah, I was thinking, if we have a boy, we could name him Les Paul. Like first name Les, middle name Paul.”

Sev blinks a few times fully processing what just came out of his mouth. “Jake…. I'm not… I'm not naming our son after a guitar.”

Jake places his lips to her forehead,” Babe I'm totally fucking with you!”

She blows out a breath, shaking her head.

He giggles, breaking their embrace, “I'm gonna go get some coffee started and get Jade ready.”

She watches as he turns walking away, shirtless with his sweats hung low on his hips. Swallowing hard she wills those thoughts out of her head.

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Jades excitement outweighed her little body’s demand for sleep as she pushed herself out of her twin sized bed and slowly toddled down the hall towards her parents room. Pushing their bedroom door open slowly she found them both still sound asleep in their bed. A soft huff escaped Jade as she crawled into bed between them and snuggled up, pressing her cheek against Jakes back as Sevda stirred and wrapped her little girl in her arm.

“Mama, we meet Halina today, right?” Jade cooed, her little voice giving away just how tired she still was. Sevda nodded gently and pressed a soft kiss against the back of Jades head.

“Yes, we meet the baby today. But we need to get our sleep right now. Daddy won’t be happy if we wake him.” She giggled, reaching up to run her fingers gently through Jades hair.

“Sleep now, Halina later?” Jade mumbled, slowly succumbing to sleep once more.

“Yes, baby.” Sev cooed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Jades head.

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Jake was in the limbo between sleep and the realm of consciousness as he reached up and stretched his arms above his head. It was then that he felt the warm, small hand resting against his bare chest and the cool spot underneath her smushed cheek; a little puddle of her spit quickly drying in the warm air of the room. Jake brought his arm down and wrapped it around Jade’s little body, pressing her closer to his side and reveling in the sleepy cuddles.

“It’s time to get up, baby girl.” Jake mumbled, gently dancing his fingers along her side, trying to tickle her awake. Jade stirred slightly and nuzzled her face deeper into the dip where his arm meets his shoulder. A tired chuckle slipped past Jakes lips as Jade flexed and curled her fingers, searching for the fabric of the shirt he wasn’t wearing to cling onto. Reaching up she tangled her little fingers in his hair that fell across her forehead.

“Shhh.” She mumbled, twirling and rubbing his hair between her fingers to self soothe back to sleep. A soft sigh slipped past Jakes lips as he shifted and wrapped her little body up in both of his arms, snuggling her.

“We gotta get ready. We’re meeting Halina today, remember?” Jake cooed, pulling his head back to see her sleepy face which was half shielded by his hair. A smile spread across her face and her eyes sprung open at the mention of meeting the baby.

“Can I wear my pretty dress to meet her?” Jade asked, excitement slowly lacing her voice as she wiggled out of his arms and pushed herself into a seated position.

“I don’t know, babe. Why don’t you go ask Mama while I get dressed and then I’ll do your hair, sound like a deal?” Jake asked, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Jade's eyes lit up and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Piggy braids?!” She asked, quickly scrambling off the bed and took off in the direction of her room.

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at her excitement and reached up, stretching out his stiff back and used the momentum from his arms to pull him to into a seated position. He wasted no time in getting up and made his way to the bathroom, quickly running through his morning routine and threw on a pair of comfy sweat pants and a threadbare T-shirt. The sound of Jades little feet slapping against the hardwood floor alerted Jake to her presence as she popped up in the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Daddy, look!” She squealed, waiting for him to finish drying his face and turn his attention to her before spinning around and watching her skirt twirl. She beamed up at him as she munched on the poptart she held gingerly in her hand.

“Mama caved I see.” He chucked, holding his hands out to her. She nodded eagerly and twirled once more before stepping forward so he could pick her up and place her on the edge of the sink, letting her cross her little legs in the bowl of the sink.

“Now do you want regular piggy braids or Elsa piggy braids?” He asked, holding his hand against her forehead as he sprayed her hair generously with water. Bringing her hand up to her face she tapped the tip of her index finger against her chin as she thought about it.

“Elsa piggy braids!” She declared, tipping her head so Jake could brush all of her hair towards the back of her head. A soft smile spread across Jakes face as he slowly began to pull the brush through her tangled brunette locks. She watched him in the mirror as he placed the handle of the brush between his teeth and used his pinky finger to part her hair as evenly as he could.

“Daddy?” Her little voice chirped, waiting patiently for him to remove the brush and answer her.

“Yes baby?” He looked up and caught her eye in the mirror, watching as a soft smile spread across her face, and she looked down to her princess dress.

“Do you think Halina is gonna like my Else dress?” Jade asked, spreading out the skirt over her little legs. Jake nodded softly and began to braid the right side of her hair.

“I think Halina is going to love your dress. Maybe we can even get her a matching one next time we go over to visit.” Jades eyes grew wide and an excited squeal slipped past her lips. Jake tied off her first braid and quickly braided the other side of her hair, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of her head before lifting her off of the sinks edge and setting her back down on the floor. She took off at a run, going to find Sevda and finish getting ready.

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“Lucy, we’re home!” Sevda called as they pushed their way through the front door of Josh and Y/N’s house. Jake couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as his twins head popped around the door jam and he smiled warmly at them.

“Lucy ran to the store for some more wipes, so you’re stuck with Ricardo and thing one and thing two for now.” Josh chuckled, making his way out into the living room. Kneeling down he checked on Halina - who was fast asleep in her swing - making sure she was still in a safe position.

“Uncle Josh, guess what!” Jade giggled, making her way past Sevdas legs. Josh turned his attention to Jade and let his jaw drop slightly, feigning shock as he reached up and placed a hand to his chest.

“You didn’t tell me we were in the presence of royalty! And who have we here?” He asked, holding a hand out for Jades little one. She giggled at his antics and twirled in place, watching as her dress danced on the breeze.

“Nooo, it’s just me, Jade! Do you like my pretty Elsa dress?! Mama brought one for Halina too!” She giggled, turning at the waist and reached up to yank the shopping bag out of her mothers hand. Josh couldn’t help but chuckle as he accepted the bag Jade held out to him and opened it gingerly, taking out the Elsa themed onesie complete with a frilly tutu.

“We can match, Uncle Josh!” She giggled, turning to perch herself on his knee and wrapped her little arms around his neck, nuzzling her face against his cheek. Josh wrapped a sturdy arm around her waist and pushed himself to stand, holding the little girl firmly against his hip.

“And you have the pretty braids to match! You went all out to meet your cousin didn’t you, Gem?” Josh chuckled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Cousin?” Sam’s voice could be heard from down and the hall and Jakes eyes widened. This was not the time or the place for this kind of introduction. Josh turned on his heel and bounced in place, making sure Jade was secure on his hip.

“Yeah, Jake and the family came to meet Halina now that she’s a little bigger and Jade can’t break her.” Josh chuckled, watching as Sam made his way into the living room. A confused expression kissed Sam’s features as he took in the scene in front of him, both of his brothers, Jakes girlfriend and a little girl he didn’t recognize.

“And who’s this little princess?” Sam asked, closing the distance between the four of you. Jade sunk down a little bit, hiding her face in the crook of Josh’s neck.

“Daddy, who is that?” Jade mumbled, clearly unsure of the man that now stood before her. Jake let his head fall, the laces of his shoes now more interesting than anything else in the room. Cleaning his throat he looked up and took in the hurt expression on Sam’s face.

“Well, baby, remember how I told you Uncle Josh wasn’t your only Uncle? That’s Uncle Sammy… he’s daddy’s younger brother.” Pain and anger bloomed across Sam’s face as what Jake had just said sunk in, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“How about we go get a snack, how’s that sound?” Josh mumbled to the little girl and turned on his heel, hightailing it out of the room with Sevda in tow.

Jake took a deep breath and his gaze found Sam’s as he braced himself for whatever was about to come his way. Sam sucked the sides of his cheeks in between this teeth and nibbled down on them as he waited for Jake to say something - anything.

“I’m sorry, Sam… I really am.” Jake mumbled, reaching up to scrub a hand down his face. Sam scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing Jake up and down as he waited for him to continue.

“That’s… that’s all I get? That’s a I’m good enough for? ‘I’m sorry, Sam.’ There’s a whole ass little baby who calls you daddy and I wasn’t good enough to be informed of that bit of your life? She may not be yours but she calls you DAD JAKE! That should have been enough to loop me in with everyone else. Is… is that Gem? IS THAT WHO JOSH SPENDS DAYS WITH?! And I don’t get to know her? To spend time with her? I’m not important enough to meet your… daughter?”

Jake deflated as Sam’s voice pounded against his eardrums, loud enough to get his point across but soft enough that the babies wouldn’t hear. Sam’s face fell as he realized Jake had nothing to add. He straightened out his back and took a step towards Jake.

“So tell me why, then. Huh? Why was I not important enough to know about Jade? How long has she been a part of your life? Calling you dad? How long have you been hiding a daughter from me?” Jake swallowed hard and took a step back, unsure of what his younger brother was capable of.

“Three years… but she’s only recently started calling me dad.” Sam’s eyes grew wide and he stomped his foot like a child that wasn’t getting his way - anything to not put his hands on Jake.

“THREE YEARS?! She’s been with you three fucking years? You let Josh have full reign in her life and I’m not even allowed to know she exists?! I come here to meet who I think is my only baby niece to be met with another little girl I’ve never seen before. I get that she’s Sevda’s and maybe she was standoffish about your family having a relationship with her but the least you could have done was told me! Send a picture! She’s my niece too.” Jake took a deep breath and steeled himself before tipping his head to find Sam’s gaze.

“She never came up, Sam. There was never a good time to be like oh yeah by the way I have an XYZ year old bonus daughter.” Sam couldn’t help the sigh that slipped past his lips, his broken heart outweighing the logical thoughts in his mind.

“Yknow what? I don’t even care. How’s that sound? I don’t give a shit, she’s more than welcome to be part of this family where I’m not involved than so be it. Keep her away from me.” Sam reached up and placed his hands against Jakes shoulders, giving them a gently shove before he pushed past him.

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Jades attention span on her coloring book was dwindling as the whispered voices of the adults began to put her to sleep. Pushing herself to her feet she slowly made her way over to the break in the door and poked her head around the door jam, watching as her uncle sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. She side stepped her way over to where he sat and reached forward, pressing a little finger into the side of his knee to grasp his attention.

“Hi Uncle Sammy… whatcha doin’?” She asked, pushing up onto the balls of her feet and tried to glance at his phone. Sam watched her cautiously before turning his attention to the kitchen door, looking for the adult that sent her into the living room. Using the hands she now had pressed against his knee, she pushed herself up and climbed onto his lap, leaning forwarding to rest her head gently against his chest.

“I’m watching some videos of the instrument I play. It’s almost like… almost like what your.. daddy plays.” Sam kept his voice soft and fought hard to keep the venom he felt from dripping into his tone, he couldn’t take his anger out on Jade.

“Like the guitar?” Jade asked, and reached up, tangling her fingers in the ends of his hair. He nodded slightly and locked his phone, laying it face down on the couch next to him. Jade pushed herself back into a seated position and tipped backwards slightly, causing Sam to wrap and arm gently around her back.

“Elsa! What happened? You almost fell!” He chuckled, pushing her forward slightly on his knee. She couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips as she began to play with the ends of his hair.

“You did it! Your stinky breath almost knocked me over!” She laughed, the sounds almost like that of a belly laugh as Sam’s face fell and he reached up, pressing his free hand against his chest. A soft gasp escaped her as her eyes landed on his hand and she reached out, pressing her own to the back of his.

“Oh my goodness look!!! Look how big your hand is!!” Her eyes grew wide as he held his hand out to her, palm side up and she placed her tiny one against his, taking in the massive size difference.

Sammy lifted the hand that held hers gently and placed his other hand around it, bringing it to his face he drew in a deep breath and blew gently into the space between his palms, making what sounded like a duck call noise.

“Princess Elsa! What was that?! Do you summon ducks along with ice and snow?!” Jade giggled maniacally and pulled her hand from his, reaching forward she started to pluck at the ends of his hair.

“You have Elsa hair like daddy. But daddy doesn’t let me play with his hair.” She mumbled, pulling locks of his hair this way and that, ultimately turning it into a tangled mess.

“That’s cause your dad is a party pooper.” Sam chuckled, flinching slightly as her sticky fingers tugged on a single strand of his hair. Her eyes grew wide and she stilled as she waited to be scolded for hurting him.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” The words rushed out and her and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as she pulled her hands away from his hair. Sam’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head, not wanting her to have melt down over something so small.

“No it’s okay… look!” He lifted his phone and unlocked the screen, quickly pulling up music video from Frozen. A soft smile spread across Jades face and she leaned forward, pressing the side of her fade against his chest. Reaching up she tangled her fingers in the ends of his hair once more. Sam began to sing along in soft, hushed tones and began to pat her back gently to the beat.

It wasn’t long before she nodded off in his arms, curled up around him with her hand still gently wrapped his in hair. Sam glanced down at her and took in her peaceful little face, mouth hung slightly agape from the way she was resting.

Sevda rounded the corner into the living room, finally realizing that Jade hadn’t come back from the bathroom. Tears sprung to her eyes as she took in the scene in front of her, her little girl wrapped tightly around the uncle she was frightened of just hours before hand and sound asleep.

“So that’s where she’s gotten off to.” Sevda cooed, a soft smile caressing her lips and she made her way slowly into the living room. Sams eyes never left Jades face and he reached up to brush some fly away hairs out of her face, causing her to scrunch her nose in her sleep.

Sevda perched herself on the edge of the couch and reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Sam’s knee. He tore his gaze away from Jades face and an apologetic smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“I didn’t mean to put her to sleep, I was just trying to combat a meltdown. I’m sorry.” Sevda couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips and gave Sam’s knee a reassuring squeeze.

“You handled it perfectly. It’s past her bedtime anyway, I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did.” A soft chuckle slipped past Sam’s lips as he moved and shifted Jades little body so she lay across his lap, cradling her head in the crook of his elbow.

“She’s so cute. I can’t believe I went from having no nieces to two nieces in one day. No wait, not two nieces… I’m sorry.” Sam’s face dropped as he began to rock her gently in his lap. Sevda pulled a deep breath in through her nose and shook her head lightly.

“She’s your niece too, Sam. No matter how your brother feels about it, she is your niece.” Sevdas eyes welled up with tears watching the way Sam’s face lit up and he lifted Jade up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I do have to get going, do you mind taking her? Or… can I lay her on Josh’s bed? Tuck her in for now?” Sam asked, a nervous tone to his voice. A soft smile spread across Sevdas lips and she nodded, pushing herself to stand she tilted her head in the direction of the girls room.

“She has her own bed in Halinas room, Y/N used to watch her when I was working and you boys were on the road so she’s made herself at home here.” Sevda giggled, pushing open the door to the girls bedroom and threw back the covers on Jades twin size bed.

Sevda watched as Sam leaned down and placed the sleeping little girl in her bed and a soft smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he pulled the covers back over her and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Sam stood to his full height and stretched out his stiff back before turning to Sevda and nodding in the direction of the door.

Exiting the room quietly, she flipped off the light switch and shut the door with a soft click. Sam had already made his way to the front door and was waving in her direction when she looked up from the door. A soft sigh slipped past her lips as she waved Sam off and slowly made her way back into the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you would hurt him like that. What the hell were you thinking, Jake? Huh?!” Joshs voice was a low growl as he jabbed his finger in Jakes direction. He stood with his shoulder pressed up against Y/N’s back as she slowly wedged her way in between the twins. Sevdas eyes found Y/N’s, a questioning look about her face and Y/N shrugged, still unsure what caused the outburst.

“She never came up, I… I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” Jake was mumbling, all of the emotions of the day crashing down on him as Josh began to lay into him.

“She’s been in your life for THREE YEARS, Jake. The fuck do you mean she’s ‘never came up’? No wonder they look at me funny when I say I’m spending the day with Gem. They didn’t KNOW HER?! Did you even see the look on his fucking face.” Jake pulled a deep breath in through his nose and held it to the doubt of ten before slowly exhaling.

“There was never a good time to be like oh by the way I have a three/four/five year old.” Jake muttered cowering lower into himself as Joshs voice grew a little louder.

“So you just act like she doesn’t exist? You act like that baby in there doesn’t act like you’re the best thing to walk this Earth? You just so conveniently forget to tell us Sam isn’t aware of Jade? You stole a core memory from us. You took the joy right out of Sam when he was told he had another niece. He’ll never EVER meet Halina for the first time again and you RIPPED that memory from him… FROM US! Sunny may not understand but I do.”

Joshs chest was heaving as his anger rose, spitting every thought in his mind out on a single breath. Sevda shook her head gently as she watched Jake shut down, no longer being receptive to the words being thrown in his direction.

“Why don’t you go get Jade and put her in the car? I’ll meet you there.” Sevda sighed and took a step forward, reaching a reassuring hand out to place against Joshs shoulder. Jake nodded quickly and scurried off to collect his precious cargo.

“I’m so sorry.” Sevda whispered, fighting the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. Josh shook his head and stepped out from behind Y/N. He reached forward and gently enveloped Sevda in a hug, pulling her tightly against his chest.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.” Josh mumbled, letting go of her so she could hug Y/N as well.

“I’m just sorry he ruined your day and stole Halinas thunder. I never would have brought her had I known.” Sevda mumbled.

Her goodbyes were short and to the point, not wanting to make anything any worse. With a wave over her shoulder she slowly made her way out of the house. Jake was just closing up the back door as Sevda slid into the passengers seat.

“You’re an asshole. That’s all I’m saying.”

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In recent weeks Sevda's morning sickness had eased up, making each day more bearable again. As her baby grew and she felt like she gained a little more of her independence back, Jake's overprotective nature increased. He felt the need to take over a lot of her usual responsibilities and let her relax. She was growing his baby after all.

Jake worked his way back into their home, he had just taken Jade to school. A job in which he now found himself doing, making sure Sev got as much rest as she needed. He didn't mind, he actually enjoyed himself driving her there while they had a ‘Frozen’ karaoke session. The smile on his face would grow tenfold when he gazed into the rear view mirror seeing her belting along to the soundtrack. He enjoyed the fuzzy feeling in his chest when he walked her into the daycare and she would give him a tight squeeze and an,’ I love you Daddy.’ and the butterflies that he would get in his stomach when her teacher asked how Sevda was doing and how far along she was.

Once home he found her in the kitchen, her pregnant belly wrapped up in a silky robe, making a hot cup of tea. Jake caged her in his arms, placing soft kisses to her neck. He felt Sev shiver in his arms.

She takes a deep breath to steady herself,” If you're gonna keep touching me like that you're going to have to have enough time to fuck me too.”

He chuckles into her bed head,” One little kiss and you're all hot and bothered?”

She gently pushes her back against his chest getting even closer,” I am so wound up right now. I don't think you know how much restraint it took me to let you leave the house looking like that.”

A shit eating grin adorns Jake's face, as he knows he only threw on sweats and a hoodie to take Jade.

“And your hair is back in a bun. Do you know how feral that makes me babe?”

Knowing he only threw his tangled bed head back in a bun to look somewhat presentable makes him smirk,” Feral? Fuck Sev, getting desperate?”

Sevda grips the kitchen counter and pushes her ass into his hips,” Damnit Jake do you have time to fuck me before you have to leave or not?”

Jake glances over his shoulder at the clock on the wall,” Danny's picking me up in a half hour, we can make that work.”

Releasing her from his arms she grabs his hand leading him to the couch. She places her hands on his shoulders and pushes him down into the plush cushions. He grasps at her hips pulling her into his lap,” Gonna have to ride me love, don't want to be too rough with you.”

Sevda unties her robe revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Jake groans, his eyes raking over her body,” God you look so beautiful like this Sevvie.” She pulls him in for a kiss and he lets his hands wander, cupping her plump breasts gently thumbing her nipples.

In between kisses he whispers,” Gonna let me take pictures of you baby? I want to capture just how gorgeous you are carrying my baby. You're absolutely stunning.”

He looked into her eyes, heavy with arousal and she nods her head,” Sure Jakey, you can take pictures.”

Jake leans his head in, placing hot open mouthed kisses on the skin of her chest, his voice deep and gravelly,” I'll grab new film while I'm out.”

She grabs the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down to his knees, letting his cock spring free. In her haste she grabs him, running his pillowy head through her slick before sinking down on him.

Jake grunts,” Jesus Sev. Fuck.”

She swivels her hips grinding her clit against the tuft of hair at his base,” I'm so fuckin needy Jake. You look so hot today,” clenching around him,” Did you even realize that you can see a clear outline of your cock in those sweats? Fuck you're such a tease Jakey.”

Jake's eyes clamp closed as he starts to bounce her in his lap. Her hand snakes it's way to rub her clit as she throws her head back. Jake leans forward licking and sucking on her breasts bouncing in his face.

“Yes! Fuck Jake that's it!”

As she comes undone on top of him he hears his phone start to ring in his hoodie pocket, signaling that Danny is outside ready to pick him up. He internally curses Daniel's punctuality.

Suddenly Sev rises off of him, and he whines before realizing what she's doing as she gets down on her knees. She takes him in her mouth, bobbing her head down his length, her hand jerking off what she can't fit. She brings her other hand up, squeezing his balls, and he groans throwing his head back against the couch cushions. It takes everything in him to keep his hips still as she drives him over the edge, exploding into her mouth. Once she milks him for all that he has to offer her she rests back on her heels, opening her mouth and showing him his load. Maintaining eye contact she swallows him, smiling sweetly,” You didn't have time to clean up a mess babe.”

He tucks himself back into his sweats,” I fuckin love you.”

Jake rises to his feet, holding his hands out for her to help her up.

“I love you too Jakey, now you should run along before Danny calls you again.”

He quickly embraces her, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips, before grabbing his wallet and house keys off of the counter. He makes his way out the front door, over to Danny waiting in the car.

Danny furrows his brow as Jake climbs into the passenger seat of his Jeep,” Dude, you're wearing sweats? You never wear sweats.”

Jake smirks, grabbing the seatbelt over his shoulder,” Yeah man, had an action packed morning. Took the munchkin to daycare and all.”

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A soft sigh escapes Jake as he trudged up the front steps of his place and turned to wave at Danny before unlocking the door and stepping inside. It was later than usual and Jade was already in bed, most of the house lights turned off save for the soft glow of the television in the living room. Jake dropped his bag next to the door and kicked off his slip ons, slowly dragging his feet as he made his way into the living room.

Sevda was curled up on the couch, her kindle long since discarded on the coffee table in front of her and she had her head resting against the back of the couch, fighting to keep her eyes open. Jake couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he made his way over to her and laid across the couch, pressing his face gently against her stomach.

“Long day, baby?” She mumbled, reaching down to thread her fingers gently into the hair at the crown of his head. Jake nodded against her and reached up, rubbing the side of his hand along his eye.

“So long, have I ever mentioned how much I can’t stand my brothers sometimes?” Jake mumbled, letting his eyes flutter shut as he reveled in the feeling of her fingers against his scalp. Sevda closed her eyes and let her body fully relax, any worries of the day melting away as the feeling of Jake's weight on her. He reached up and began to trace soft designs against the exposed sliver of skin on her side, sending a shiver down her spine.

It was then that he felt the flutter and something pressed softly and quickly against his cheek. Jakes eyes flew open and he pushed himself up, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly agape as he stared up at Sevda. She couldn’t help the giggles that were spilling past her lips as her eyes connected with his.

“Was that what I think it was?” Jake asked, a tone of awe laced in his tone. Sevda nodded gently and reached around to place her hand on her stomach, poking gently in hope of getting the baby to kick again.

“I felt them kick for the first time this morning. They've been doing somersaults in there for two weeks. It's about time they start making their presence known! I wanted the first time you felt them kick to be a surprise too but uh… baby has decided your face was the best place to kick.”

Jake couldn’t help the overwhelmed giggles that slipped past his lips as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Sevdas stomach. He kept his eyes trained on her as his mind reeled with so many thoughts. He continued to press soft kisses to her stomach, showering her in love and affection.

“Oh sure, you’re not gonna do it again, huh? Baby, that was daddy’s cheek, you know! We don’t kick people in the cheeks.” Jake giggled, fighting the tears that welled in his eyes as the thought of his baby kicking him settled in to his mind.

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Jades eyes grew wide as she watched Sevda massage her stomach with the special stretch mark lotion Jake had gotten her. She watched as Sevda carefully lifted her stomach, massaging underneath as a sigh left her lips and her hand jumped to her ribcage.

“What’s the matter mama?” Jade asked, pushing herself to stand in the spot she had been sitting on the floor before slowly making her way over to where Sevda stood. Reaching up she pressed her hands against her moms slick skin, pressing softly against her stomach.

“The baby’s kicking me, sweetheart. Sometimes it hurts where her little foot digs in.” Jades mouth dropped open and she pressed a little harder against Sevdas stomach, hoping to prompt a little foot to collide with her hand.

“She can kick you in there?!” Jade asked, her eyes full of wonder as she found Sevdas gaze. With a soft nod of her head, Sev reached down and cupped Jades chin in her hand, squishing her little cheeks together. Jade snaked her tongue out between her pursed lips and scrunched up her nose - something she did when Sevda was getting on her nerves.

“She moves just like you or I do, just in a more enclosed space…ope! Just like that, baby, did you feel that?” Jade pulled her hand back and a soft yelp escaped her chest. Pulling her chin out of her mothers hand she looked down at her hand and back to Sevdas stomach.

“Emma Mae! That was sissy’s hand you know!” She giggled, tapping her hand gently against Sevdas stomach. Sevda couldn’t help but giggle as she bent at the waist as best she could and placed a soft kiss to Jades forehead.

“Who’s Emma Mae, baby?” Sevda asked, fixing the little girls fly aways as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her moms belly.

“My sister, duh! The baby mama!” Jade giggled, pressing her cheek against Sevdas stomach.

“We don’t even know if the baby is a brother or a sister yet, sweetheart. But if they do end up being a sister we can talk to daddy about naming her Emma Mae, okay? I like that name.” Sevda smiled down at Jade, not wanting to discourage the little girls creativity and thoughtfulness of naming her little sibling.

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Sevdas eyes held a look of wonder as she eyed the cake that sat on the picnic table in their backyard. Y/N had been in charge of all things gender reveal after having attended the scan with Sevda in Jakes place. Jake had been bummed to have missed a scan appointment but knew she had been in good hands.

“So.. are you excited?!” Y/N squealed as she wrapped her arms gently around Sevdas shoulders. Sevda nodded gently and pulled out of Y/N’s embrace, turning to face her.

“I cannot wait to know, I’ve been dying to find a crib set and coming home outfit for this little bean.” She giggled, resting her hands gently against her bump. Y/N reached out and placed her hand in between Sevdas, hoping the baby would make their presence known. A squeal from Jade made them turn their heads watching as Uncle Sammy lifted her high, interrupting her dance.

She smiled at Sevda,” We picked some good ones, huh?”

Sevda returned a smile full of warmth,” The best ones.”

Sev pulls her fingers closer to the sudden jab of movement from the baby inside and Y/N murmurs,” These little babies are going to be so spoiled.”

Nodding her head Sevda agrees and she lifts her gaze to the rest of the faces in the backyard, the space littered with friends and family. Her eyes began getting misty at the thought of her and Jake's babies spending precious time with his brothers or his parents. Interrupting her thoughts, Jake and Josh come over joining you both.

“Are you ready to find out what we're having love?” Jake asks, resting his chin on her shoulder as his hands caress her bump.

Josh interjects,” Can you believe she wouldn't tell me? She thinks I can't keep it a secret! That's ridiculous!”

Sevda chuckles,” Josh, the only thing that's ridiculous is that you think you wouldn't tell Jake!”

Y/N grasps Sevs hand, giving it a light squeeze,” So… Are you ready?”

Sevda looks to Jake, a beaming smile on her face,” Yeah we're ready!”

Sevda watches as her face lights up, before turning on her heel, hurrying inside to gather the supplies for the gender reveal. Meanwhile, she grasps Jake's hand and heads over to the table set up for them to find out the gender of their baby. Y/N makes her way back into the backyard, carrying a cloud shaped balloon and instructs everyone to gather around. She sits the weight down on the center of the table in between them and instructs to pull on the strings when it's time to reveal what color confetti is inside.

Once the chatter and excitement from their loved ones dies down, and a few people have their phones out recording the happy memory Jake and Sevda are finally ready to know, excitement is churning in their stomachs.

The guests chant as Sev and Jake grab on to the pull strings,” Three! Two! One!”

Excitedly they yank on the strings, and their cloud balloon rains down covering the table in hot pink confetti. Gasps and cheers erupt from their families. Jake has the biggest smile Sevda has ever seen plastered on his face, but it quickly fades as he takes in her watery eyes and trembling bottom lip.

“Wha- what's wrong Sevvie?”

She turns away from the crowd of guests and she sniffles. Her pregnancy hormones wreaking havoc,” It's stupid.”

Jake cups her flushed red face in his hands,” Baby it's not stupid, what's wrong honey?”

“I… I wanted a boy, so he could look just like you!” She steps forward pressing her face into his chest as a sob wracks her body.

Jake stifles a chuckle, “ Sweetheart. Trust me, our baby is going to look just like me regardless of its gender.”

“But h-he c-could have looked exactly like you!”

He rubs his hands up and down the length of her back,” She will look just like me. I think you're forgetting that Kiszkas are basically copy machines.”

A laugh-sob slips from her lips as she remembers that his siblings look so incredibly alike, and that Halina is Josh's mini-me. “ Fuck… you're right.”

She lifts her head, and he smiles at her as he swipes his thumbs against her under eyes, cleaning up the mascara that ran. Sevda's mom comes up, making sure her daughter was okay. “Yeah mom…. Baby brain and pregnancy hormones are one hell of a combination.”

Jade drags Sam by the hand, eager to see her mom. Sevda smiles, squatting down to be eye level with her little girl,” Guess what baby? Mommy and Daddy are having a girl! You're getting a little sister!”

Jade cheers dancing around in the circle of aunts and uncles that have gathered, her mouth running a mile a minute rattling off all the fun she's going to have with a little sister.

“Are you alright Sev? That was some reaction!” Josh asks gingerly.

“Oh! I'm fine, it was dumb! I am actually really happy to find out that we're having a girl. I was upset because I kept picturing a little boy who looked just like Jake, but he then reminded me that she will still look like him.”

Sam giggled,” Ya know, you evened out the ratio. Boys used to outnumber the girls growing up!” Sam nudges Danny in the side with his elbow,” Looks like Daniel will have to have a boy soon to even out the scale.”

Danny chuffs,” Fuck no! I'm not having a kid for a long time, I'm very happy being Uncle Danny thank you.”

Sam pouts dramatically,” Well someone's gotta do it! It's not going to be me, I'm still not even sure if I'm totally committed to Madeline!”

Danny rolls his eyes walking away from the conversation, but of course Sam follows, continuing to jokingly badger him,” Oh come on Daniel! A little boy with your dark curls? That's cute as fuck!”

Once the group disperses Jake pulls Sevda into his side,” You sure you're alright? I didn't want to see you cry today.”

His thumb gliding across the soft exposed skin on her back sends a shiver down her spine,” Really I'm okay. It was a dumb lapse of judgment, deep down I knew I was going to be thrilled with either. And I am! Jade's going to have the best childhood with Halina and her baby sister to play with, she managed to get some built in best friends. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd do with a boy, all I've ever known is little girl stuff.”

Jake leans down, kissing the top of her head,” I'm glad… I'm so happy it's a girl, Sev. I'm getting pretty good at taking care of Jade, after all she says I do the best Elsa braids,” Jake chuckles into her hair,” What can I say, I was made to be a girl dad.”

“You're the best girl dad babe.”

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Sevda could hear Jake rustling around in the bedroom as she places the final curl in her hair. As her waves cooled and set into place she raised her little handheld mirror to her face inspecting her makeup, she swiped a stray flake of mascara off of her cheek before smiling at herself. Setting the mirror down she took in herself in the larger vanity mirror, placing her hand on her bump over her robe, she smiled contently at what she saw in the mirror. Untying the gown she turned to the side, inspecting the size of her bump, her hands gliding over the soft skin.

“My beautiful girl, Daddy's going to take some pictures of us. I'm sure he's going to make us look amazing. Your Dad has many talents babygirl, photography is one of them.”

Sev smiles to herself as she feels her daughter shifting in her stomach.

Jake stands in the doorway, one of his film cameras looped around his neck,” I'm all ready when you are Sevvie.”

She turns to face him, and she can't help smirking when he visibly swallows as his eyes flick from her exposed chest to her face.

“You look stunning, sweetheart. I can't wait to capture you on film.”

“I'm excited too Jake, you have such an eye for photography I can't wait to see what you do.”

Jake steps out of the doorway, motioning for her to follow him. Her jaw drops when she enters the bedroom, utterly amazed at what he's done to set the vision he has in his head. There's string lights on every dresser top and soft warm lit lamps, creating a delicious golden yellow glow. The bedding has been changed completely from dark blue to white. At the foot of the bed rests fluffy white blankets, and a gauzy sheer material.

“Jake… the room is gorgeous!”

“I wanted to capture you the way I see you, glowing. Ethereal.”

Jake removes the camera from his neck, setting it down on the dresser before grabbing a bottle of her favorite lotion,” Can I put this on you baby? I think it'll really make your skin glow in the light.”

Sev nods her head before shrugging off her robe, letting it slip from her shoulders pooling at her feet. Jake pumps some lotion into the palm of his hand before rubbing them together to warm it. He places a gentle kiss to the back of her neck before placing his palms on her shoulders. His hands glide down her back, rubbing the lotion in. Sevda sighs into his touch, the feeling of his warm palms on her skin making arousal pool between her thighs. She attempts to shake off how turned on his touch makes her, but it's no use.

He grabs another palmful and lathers down her arms, the moisturizer making her skin gleam in the low light.

Working his way around her body, his warm palms rub over the skin of her stomach. He places soft kisses to her floral scented skin. Her daughter decides to stretch her feet, poking out above Sevs belly button.

“Jake!” She whispers out.

He already sees his daughter saying hello, he places his lips to the spot she was nudging,” Hi baby. I love you. Daddy loves you so much.”

Sevda's eyes well with tears when Jake meets her gaze with a large smile on his face.

“Fuck, don't make me cry right now. I'm going to ruin my makeup before you even take a picture.”

Jake stands before getting one final pump of lotion,” Ah, I forgot a spot.”

He grins as he places his warm hands on her breasts, her nipples poking his palms. He's careful with her tender flesh as he rubs the lotion all over her chest.

“Perfect love, you're glowing already. Go lay in the center of the bed, I'm going to wash my hands quick before I touch the equipment.”

Once finished washing the oily lotion off of his hands he dons his camera once again. Jake holds it up, looking through the viewfinder, and his breath catches in his throat. Sevda is sitting crosslegged in the center of the bed, her hands caressing her bump, as she smiles down at her active daughter. Her hair looks soft and tousled, her skin reflecting the light. Jake gulps, trying to keep his composure,“Sev… I'm not sure if you've ever looked more beautiful than you do right now. You're absolutely gorgeous, glowing with my baby in your belly.”

Her eyes flick to the camera and Jake clicks the shutter button again.

“Lean back for me love, rest on your elbows with your back arched. Yes! Okay, now cross one leg over the other. Perfect Sev, fuckin stunning.”

He captures her again, before grabbing the sheer gauzy material, draping it over her body. Jake grabs her palm and places her manicured hand over her bump on top of the fabric. Adjusting his shot so he just gets her stomach in frame. He asks for one more pose with the material covering her body. Instructing her to kneel on the bed with her hands cupping her bump, he takes one more picture.

Jake comes up and removes the fabric from her body, causing goosebumps to form over her skin.

Jake whispers into her ear as he clutches the sheers to his body,”Doing okay baby?”

She leans back against the pillows, her legs falling open on their own accord.

“Mmhmm. I just… I can't help imagining you fucking me in here with all the lights.”

Jake chuckles as he feels his skin get hot,” It wasn't supposed to be that kind of photoshoot baby. Just wanted to make you look extra pretty.”

“Come on Jakey, take some pictures with me. You think I haven't noticed the semi you've been sporting since picking up the camera?”

Jake blushes, he can't help the way his body reacts to her. He sighs,” Okay… it's not like anyone but us is seeing these anyway.”

Sev grins, her legs opening wider and she slips her hand between them,” Exactly, we might as well have some fun.”

Jake undresses, his camera swaying against his chest as he removes his pants and gives himself a few tugs.

Hushed he asks, almost breathless,” Can I take a picture of you doing that. Pleasing yourself?”

She nods and he feels his blood rushing to his groin as he gets her hand in frame.

Her voice is low and full of sex as she swirls her fingers around her clit,” You don't have to ask to take pictures baby. I trust you, take whatever you think looks sexy.”

Jake kneels on the bed, crawling between her thighs. Bending down he kisses her belly, trailing up to her breasts. Softly, careful not to hurt her, he sucks her nipple into his hot mouth.

“Fuck Jake, give me the camera baby.”

He takes it off his neck and gives it to her, quickly giving her a brief rundown on how to work the machine.

She gently pushes on his shoulder,” Lean up again for me baby, hold your cock in your hand. Fuck, you look so pretty.”

He pumps himself a few times, keeping himself on edge and he stares down the lense. She swallows thickly as she brings the camera away from her face, studying him in the soft glow. The yellow light illuminating in his disheveled fly away hair makes him look sinfully delicious, his eyes look shadowy and full of lust. Her gaze glides down his torso, admiring the hair that forms beneath his belly button and trails down to his thick heavy member in his hand.

“Jake, you're gorgeous.”

Wiggling her hips to signal to him what she wants he presses his hips forward slightly, and glides his head through her soaked folds.

“Sev you're so wet, god you're soaked. My pretty messy baby.”

She hands him the camera, wordlessly letting him know she wants him to capture this moment.

He hits the shutter button, capturing his point of view.

“G-get some of you sinking in to me.”

He clenches his jaw as he does what she asks, each time the shutter button clicks she clenches around his length. He can feel the heat radiating off of her skin, she's so wound up.

“I think I should put the camera down for a bit.”

She visibly pouts, jutting out her bottom lip.

“At least until my pretty girl cums.”

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Sevda jolted awake, something in her dreams startling her. She turned over to face Jake's side of the bed, looking to cuddle with him when she found that he was awake. His face illuminated by his screen as he scrolled on his phone. Jake turned his head to look her way,” You okay baby? Really jumped awake there.”

Sevda rubbed her growing bump and sighed,” Yeah, I'm alright. What are you doing awake anyway?”

“Well, first the thunder woke me and I went to go check to see if it woke Jade, but it didn't. Then I couldn't really fall back asleep so I started looking up baby names,” Jake scooted closer to Sev,” Wanna see my list?”

A warm smile appears on her face as she snuggles into his side,” Let's see what you've got.”

She watches Jake switch tabs on his phone from the baby name article to his notes app.

“Okay, first on the list is - and this isn't in order of what I like the most, it's just how I came across them. Okay, first is Nora.”

“That's pretty.”

Jake smiles at his love,”Yeah? I thought so too.”

“Okay, next is Serena.”

“Eh, I'm vetoing that one, a girl from highschool who was mean to me was named Serena.”

She chuckled as Jake backspaced Serena off of his list.

“Okay… what about Lilly?”

“That's pretty too, although I'm not sure about flower names.”

Jake typed in a question mark next to Lilly,” Okay, last name on my list is Maude.”

Sev scrunched her nose and shook her head no.“I have a suggestion. Actually, Jade came up with it. Emma Mae. I think it's really cute.”

Jake furrowed his brow, really mulling it over,” Emma. Emma Kiszka…. Emma Mae Kiszka, you better listen to your mother right now! That's a good one, I like that. It's my favorite actually, you like it?”

Sev reaches her arm across his stomach, snuggling closer,” It's my favorite too…. So. She has a name?”

Jake cranes his neck down kissing the top of her head,”She has a name.”

“Jade's going to be so ecstatic that we picked the name she came up with.”

They were just starting to drift back to sleep when a house shaking crack of thunder boomed. Jake sat up, sliding out from under Sevda,” I know that one woke her up. Fuck that was so loud.”

Jake came back into the bedroom with a shaken little girl tucked into his neck. He placed her in the center of their king sized mattress and laid down opposite of his love.

Sevda pet Jade's bed head, soothing her little girl,” You're safe here honey. I know it was so scary and loud.”

Jake places his palm on her little back,” Hey Jade, you wanna know something cool? Momma and I were talking about the name you picked out for your little sister, and we really like it. Her name's going to be Emma.”

“Emma Mae!”

“Yes sweetheart, Emma Mae.”

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The weather had finally broken and it was finally nice enough to get outside again, which meant it was the perfect day to carry out Jake's plan. Josh had come by to pick Jade up early in the morning, her change of clothes packed away in her little backpack. Josh and Y/N were instrumental in making sure the day goes off without a hitch. Tucked away in her little pack was a shirt Jake had gotten customized, as Jade was a big part of the day as well.

A few weeks earlier, while Sev was out with her mom shopping for the baby, Jake had Josh and Sam come over. As Jade was coloring in an activity book at the kitchen table Jake called for her attention,” Hey sweet pea? Can you help Daddy? When Uncle Josh and Uncle Sam get here, can you ask Uncle Sam something for me? He's still kind of mad at me, but you're his favorite 5 year old niece.”

Jade was scribbling away, concentrating on her picture.

“Honey, did you hear me?”

Jade huffs, clearly annoyed that Jake was taking away from her art. She turns to face Jake,” Yes Daddy, you want me to ask Uncle Sam because he's mad at you.”

Jake smiles,” Can you ask Uncle Sam to help with Mommy's surprise?”

She nods agreeing as the doorbell rings and she hops down from the chair, running towards the door yelling for her uncles.

A few weeks later, Jake helped a very pregnant Sevda into the car and started driving her to her favorite cafe. As they sat on the patio of the restaurant, while she sipped on her strawberry green tea and picked at her croissant she sighed,” I know you wanted to have some time to ourselves but I do miss Jade. I mean this is the last bit of time she has until she has to share my attention as well.”

She dabbed the brown napkin on the corner of her eye, capturing the tears before they fall. He watched with a sympathetic gaze as she rubbed her hand over her stomach, the soft fabric of her wrap dress moving slightly.

“I know my love, but we're meeting back up with them as soon as we're done here. Josh even texted me that she has a surprise for you.”

Jake's phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out silently reading the text from Josh.

Josh: We're at the park! All set up by the creek , just the way you wanted.

Josh picture attachment: ½.

Jake smiles at his phone as the pictures come in, first is a picture of Jade striking a pose in the shirt he had ordered, and the second one is a picture of Josh sitting on the picnic blanket with Halina strapped to his chest in a fabric wrap with Y/N and Jade sitting behind him with Sam smiling and waving in the back taking up the rear.

He puts his phone away and looks up at his soulmate. He admires the way she's glowing with his growing baby in her belly. Everyday it amazes him how incredibly beautiful she looks this way, like she was made for this. He notices that she's finished with her pastry so he stands up, grabbing her hand to help her, once she's steady on her feet his hands find her bump and his lips connect with hers in a searing kiss,” Let's go Momma, meet up with your baby.”

Jake pulls his Jeep into the gravel lot next to Josh's, and he smiles as he sees them off in the distance. All four of them are standing on the creek bed getting their toes wet in the stream.

Sev giggles,” He looks like such a dad, it's cute.”

She points to his twin and Jake can't help but agree. Halina is swaddled to his chest, the wrap fully supporting her weight so he can hold her hands free. But of course Josh doesn't, keeping one of his hands on his baby's back at all times. Jake's mind reeled, in such a short span of time, that'll be him. His daughter resting on his chest.

Jake cleared his throat,” He looks good like that. He was meant to be a dad.”

“So are you Jake.”

Jake grasped her hand in his, bringing it to his face so he could place soft kisses on her knuckles. Suddenly, he feels the small box in his pants burning a hole in his pocket,” Shall we?”

They leave the serenity of the vehicle and make their way across the soft lawn to meet them, Jake trailing just a bit behind Sevda. He briefly takes in her image, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze and the skirt of her dress swaying with every step, utterly beautiful.

He sees Jade's eyes light up as she realizes they're working their way towards her,” Mommy!!”

She sprints to get to Sev, a beaming smile on her face. Jake's eyes widen as it doesn't look like she's slowing down to stop,” Hey, hey hey! Cool your jets! Don't run into Mommy, please!”

Thankfully she stops right in front of Sevs belly before gently but eagerly giving her mom a hug.

Sev hugs her tightly,”Hi my baby! Are you having fun with your uncles and Aunt Y/N? Did they get you a new shirt, what does it say?” She holds her at arm's length reading the text, Will you marry me?

She furrows her brow, confused for a moment.

“Sevda.”

She turns to look at Jake and she finds him down on one knee, presenting a beautiful diamond ring.

“Will you marry me baby?”

Her bottom lip trembles as she shakes her head,” Oh my God, yes! Of course I'll marry you Jake.”

He quickly gets up from the ground, slipping the diamond onto her finger before capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

He keeps his face close to hers, intensifying the moment,” I love you so fuckin much. You deserve nothing but the best and I intend on giving that to you Sevda. Our babies deserve it, I'll do everything in my power to shower my family in love for the rest of my life.”

“I love you Jake. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Jake breaks their embrace and scoops Jade into his arms,” Your momma said yes baby! We're getting married, how amazing is that? Mom and Dad are getting married.”

They work their way over to Josh,Y/N, and Sam all of them exhilarated to watch this special moment happen.

“Oh my God you're engaged!” Y/N squeals matching Sevs excitement as she grabs her hand inspecting her beautiful ring.

Josh wraps his arms around his slightly younger brother, congratulating him, Jake smiles and thanks him for helping him carry out the plan .

“Of course Jake! You know I'd do anything to help you.”

After Josh's embrace Jake looks at Sam, staring at each other for a moment before Sam engulfs Jake in a warm embrace.

Jake mutters low just for Sam to hear,” I was hoping you'd come, that's why I made sure Jade asked you.”

Sam's big brown eyes look to the sky for a moment, before returning to Jake's,”I was mad. I was so hurt, it still hurts to think about. But, I wanted to be here, I'm your brother and I don't want to miss out on any big moments in your life. This engagement, your first baby, and whatever lies after… I love you Jake, and I love your family. I want to be here.”

Eventually Sam removes his arms from his older brother, his eyes looking at the twins,” I love both of your families, I love being Uncle Sam.”

After a moment he lightens the mood and yells for Sev,” Come over here! Let me see that big ass rock Jakey boy picked out!”

Sevda dangles her fingers in front of his face, wiggling them so the light catches the diamond.

“Damn girlie, he must love you!”

Sevda looks at Jake, her eyes holding so much love for him,”He does…He really does.”

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Sevda tossed and turned, her body feeling so achy and uncomfortable. She grit her teeth as her abdomen cramped and Emma kicked her yet again. Looking at Jake's sleeping form she glares, wishing she could sleep peacefully once again. Stiffly she sits herself up in bed, fluffing the pillows behind her before reaching over to grab her phone. It was now 3:27a.m, officially one day past her due date. Sevda had a good feeling that Emma would be arriving soon, she felt like she was making her way into position and her body was beginning to show the telltale signs. She sighed, opening Instagram and began scrolling through pictures from brands and friends. Her eyes began to get bleary and she was about to put her phone down to try to go to sleep again when she felt the smallest internal 'pop'.

“Shit shit shit..” she muttered, struggling to quickly get out of bed, waddling as fast as she could to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she swiveled her head between the shower and the toilet, before ultimately deciding to sit on the toilet. She sat, removing her soiled pajama pants, and called her mom. After a few rings she picked up,” Hey mom….”

“Is it baby time?!”

Sev laughs as quietly as she can, her mom has been on standby for days. Whispering,” Soon, my water just broke. Jake is still asleep, I'm not sure if I want to wake him yet.”

“He's going to be a wreck!”

“He is!” Letting out a breath of air, as Emma moved around yet again,” Can you come pick Jade up in an hour or so?”

“Absolutely honey, I'll start getting ready now. I love you, and congratulations Sev.”

“Thanks mom, love you too.”

After hanging up the phone and cleaning herself up Jake appears in the doorway, his hair wild and his eyes dark and puffy.

“Are you okay love? I thought I heard you talking.”

Drying her freshly washed hands Sevda replies,” Yeah Jake, I'm alright. Uh, yeah. I was on the phone with my mom… my water broke.”

His eyes widen,”Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you ready to go? Let me go get the hospital bag- Do you feel okay? Uh- I-”

Sevda steps forward, her belly against his, and she weaves her fingers into his hair scratching his scalp trying to soothe him.

“Everything is fine Jake. She's coming soon, but not right now. We still have plenty of time, I promise you that. Hours. I'm going to take a shower, could you lay out my black sweat set? It's hanging in the closet next to the hospital bag. My mom's going to come by in about an hour to pick up Jade.”

His hands shake as he reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear,” I'm so anxious.”

“I know baby… everything will be okay. This isn't my first rodeo,remember?”

He sighs,” I know, but it's my first time. This is it, we've been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. Trying for so many months, and we've waited 9 months for her to grow so healthy and strong and now…”

Sevda pulls his face to hers, kissing his lips, placing a few more kisses on his mouth before pulling back,”I'm so excited for her to finally make her arrival.”

His hands caress her bump,”I can't wait to hold her.”

Sevda smiles wide,” You're going to look so hot holding our newborn.”

All Jake can do is laugh.

“You want a hot shower baby?”

Sevda hums and nods, so Jake steps away and turns the water on nice and hot for her shower. He helps rid her of the rest of her clothes, placing soft kisses against her shoulders trailing down the valley between her heavy breasts, to kiss her bump one last time.

Sev shudders a breath, heavy with emotion,” I loved us… like this.”

Jake looks up at her, eyes slightly watery,” I did too, maybe one day… we'll do it again.”

Sev reaches down, cupping his cheek in her hand, her thumb softly brushing his cheekbone. Jake stands and sniffs back his tears,”Let me go get your sweats laid out. I'm gonna get ready as well.”

Sevda stepped into the warm spray, letting it help soothe her aching body. She lathers her hands in body wash, freshening her body. Her hands glide softly over her stomach and she grits her teeth as her abdomen contracts.

She holds her hands still over her bump,” I can't wait to meet you sweet girl. You're going to be so loved, your daddy and I are so excited to meet you. You have a big sister and a cousin, and you have an aunt and so many uncles, and they all love you so much.”

She hears Jake come back into the bathroom,” Still doing okay love? I brought your clothes in.”

Reluctantly Sevda turned off the hot water stepping out of the shower and into Jake's arms as he wrapped the towel around her body. He gently dried her body before grabbing her sweatpants, helping her into them. He put her fuzzy socks on her feet before sliding the oversized sweatshirt over her head.

“You look pretty Sev.”

She shook her head in disbelief,” I look pretty?”

“Mmhmm. You're about to have our baby, you look gorgeous.”

Jake cautiously leads Sevda down the steps and to the couch so he can go back upstairs to get the hospital bag and go wake up Jade.A few minutes later he comes back down the steps with a sleepy little girl in his arms as their doorbell rings letting them know that Sevda's mom has arrived.

Jake deposits the little girl onto the couch next to her mom before going to answer the door. Jake opens the front door to reveal Sevda's mom who immediately steps inside giving him a big hug.

“Congratulations honey! Oh, I'm so excited. Are you ready for a newborn?” Her mom asks swaying him in her grasp.

“I hope so.”

She gently rubs her hands down his back, comforting him,” You'll do great Jake, you're such a good dad to Jade already.”

Their hug is interrupted by the sounds of Jade's sleepy footsteps,”Gramma?”

Sevda's mom leans down greeting Jade,” Hi honey bunny. You're gonna hang out with me at my house for a little bit, and when we come back your baby sister will be here. Sound good?”

Jade nods wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“I wanna go talk to Mommy and then we can go alright?”

Jade asks Jake to hold her while her grandmother talks to Sevda, he picks her up softly rubbing circles on her back as she gets comfortable. Every once in a while he presses a kiss to her head, reveling in the last moments it will just be the three of them.

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Jake wasted no time, quickly helping Sevda into the car and sped off in the direction of the hospital. He insisted she sit in a wheel chair so he could make sure she was rolled into triage safely. Once he knew she was in good hands, the triage nurse having wheeled her back to place her into a bed. Jake sent a text to his group chat with his brothers and a separate one to his mom letting them know that the baby was coming.

Time was ticking away slowly, and Jake wasn’t sure what to do with himself. It didn’t take them long to bring Sevda up to the labor and delivery ward, settling her into a private room and let her know the anesthesiologist would be in soon to place her epidural. Jakes phone rang suddenly, startling them out of the almost peaceful silence that had washed over the room.

“Josh… it’s five am.” Jake chuckled, turning his attention to the television that played softly in the background.

“And my niece is about to be born, you better get your ass down to this lobby and bring me up there with you.” Jakes eyes widened at bit at the tone in Joshs voice and he pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Do you mind if Josh comes up?” Jake whispered, not wanting to startle Sevda. She shook her head sleepily and let her eyes flutter shut as Jake pushed himself to his feet and slowly made his way out of the room.

He rode the elevator down to the lobby and, taking a deep breath, braced himself before he slowly made his way to the lobby. A frazzled looking Josh stood in the lobby with his arms crossed over his chest and his sweatpants sitting crooked on his hips.

“What the hell.” He mumbled, walking over to Jake and he threw his arms tightly around his brother. Jake let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and reciprocated Josh’s hug, melting into the familiar embrace he was wrapped in. Jake’s mind reeled with a multitude of different thoughts, but the main one being why had Josh shown up.

“You didn’t think I’d let you do it alone, did you?” Josh mumbled, running his hand along the expanse of Jakes back before pulling back from him.

The hours melded together and the anticipation was heavy in his stomach. He paced the room and bounced his knee in his seat as Sevda's contractions came closer and closer together. Josh stood at Sevdas bedside, talking to her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. This was so much different than when Halina was born, he was calm and patiently waiting for his niece's arrival. Now he was excited and so, so nervous. The stark contrast between Y/Ns choice of having a home birth and Sevda's choice of having a hospital birth was sharp. The lights felt bright, and there were wires and machines monitoring his soulmate and his baby girl.

Sevda called for his attention, disrupting his pacing.

”Jakey, can you hold my hand.”

Dutifully he grabs her clammy palm into his own, wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead with his other.

“You're doing amazing baby, I'm so proud of you.”

Sevda groaned as she felt yet another contraction beginning, this one stronger than the last.

“Jake. I- I think it's time to push, this is so uncomfortable, can you call for my nurse.”

Jake swallows thickly before pressing his lips to hers. He goes to press her call button on the remote as her nurse walks in.

Sevda tells her she believes it's time to push, and her nurse confirms her suspicion.

“Before anything happens… you should sit down, Joshua, I heard all about how you couldn’t hang when Sunny was born.” Sevda chuckled, wincing as the pressure in her pelvic area intensified. Josh rolled his eyes and pulled a chair over to where he stood before wrapping his hand around Sevdas as well.

In a whirlwind of doctors, wires and monitors, cries of discomfort and agony, and some sweat and tears, Jake's baby was placed on Sevda's chest. She sniffled lightly and began placing kisses on the baby’s head that's covered in brown hair.

“Oh! Oh my god, hi. Hi my baby, Hi Emma.”

Jake stares at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his daughter is here, she's healthy and beautiful and perfect. This is what they've been waiting for.

Sevda's watery eyes meet Jake's,” Come here baby, come say hi to your daughter.”

Jake leans down, face level with hers as he takes in her pink skin and smushy features,”Hi Emma, I can't believe you're finally here. Daddy loves you so, so much.”

He reaches his hand out and freezes,” Can- Can I touch her?”

“Of course you can Jake, you're her father.”

His hand gently cups her head, his thumb rubbing back and forth feeling her soft warm skin, instantly falling in love with his baby.

Once everything settles back down and they are moved into a recovery room, Jake holds his tiny baby in his arms. Sevda rests and he studies Emma's features trying to decide if she looks more like him or her mom. He hears his phone buzzing on the bedside table where it's plugged in, he gently lays her down in the bassinet before grabbing it. It was a ‘good luck!’ text from his mom, looking at the time he figures his brothers will be awake in the next few hours. Jake snaps a quick photo of his tiny baby before sending it to everyone, Emma Mae Kiszka has arrived!

Fin.

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☼ Waiter, please! - smut // 5k words // a horrible date saved by the waiter

☼ Brother's Best Friend - smut // 8.1k words // complete // falling for your older brother's best friend // part 1 // part 2

☼ Unknown - fluff & smut // 3.9k words // Josh loves on you after a hard day

☼ No Crowd Compares To You - fluff & smut // 3.6k // Josh comes home from tour and shows you how much he loves you

☼ Safe Measures - smut // 3.1k // a late night study session takes a different turn than expected

☼ Second Chances - smut // 8.3k // rekindling a flame with your high school best friend

⚔︎ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐳𝐤𝐚 ⚔︎

- One Shots -

☾ Baby, It's Cold Outside - smut // 4.1k words // completed // winter vaca with family friends except you hate one of the brothers // part 1 // part 2

☆ 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐳𝐤𝐚 ☆

- One Shots -

☁︎⋅ Lions and Tigers and Bears - smut // 3.7k words // you hate the guy you're stuck on a bus with

౨ৎ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 ౨ৎ

- One Shots -

♡ Better Than Words - smut // 3.3k words // your boyfriend tempts you away from your book

♡ A Starved Man - smut // 1.5k words // your boyfriend surprises you with facial hair

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 - 𝔍𝔗𝔎

jtk x f!reader

I love this song SO much UGH

warnings: alcohol usage, mentions of fwb situation, hickeys, lil angst

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

☮

Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me and you

Even though your own gaze had found purchase on the chip in your big toe’s nail polish through your open toed heels, another’s scorched your cheek. His stare was reminiscent of the ones he gave you in the bedroom, and you blushed at the thought. In his deep brown eyes, lay memories of the previous night, which could be found in the left side of your bed, where his shape had stayed because you couldn’t find it in yourself to make it and destroy whatever he had left. 

You found that if you stared for too long, the craving for him would become abhorrently intense. By the smirk on his gorgeous face, you knew that he could see how shaky your champagne-filled hand and your deep breaths had become. 

In your attempt to make it seem like you weren’t staring for too long - don’t attract too much attention - you realized you had lost him in the crowd. That being, before his long finger was tapping you on the shoulder and for a second, your heart stopped. The fear did not cause the abnormal beat, but his presence did, and everything seemed to halt in that moment. 

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes at his saccharine tone. 

Caving in, you answered, “I would be more if there weren’t … such a crowd.” Subtle. 

“I can see how that would bother you.” 

When he offered no explanation, you countered, “How so?” 

“Well those bruises peeking out from under all that makeup on your chest looks like they hurt.” You blushed, covering what only he knew was there. 

“I told you not to be so … obvious with your … affection,” you lightly scolded him, even though you had practically begged him for them. The same way you would probably beg him later on. 

He hummed as a first response, pausing then asking, “New dress?” 

“Mhm.” You took a sip of your champagne, your head swimming despite how little you had drunk. “New other things too.” 

He couldn’t even reply before Josh was pulling him away, apologizing but insisting his presence was required. You scoffed when you saw Jake clearly playing wingman for Josh, some girl hanging off of his arm, and you downed your drink, heading for another. 

At the end of the night, Jake ended up at your apartment once more. The tipsiness was affecting both of you but your drunken kissing was so much more intoxicating. 

Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

“You’re all mine, you know that?” It wasn’t in the normal dominating tone he donned in the bedroom. There was a softness to him in that moment, and he caressed your jaw as he spoke and even after. 

You looked at him in earnest, wondering how anyone could ever deserve him. “I know Jakey.” 

“I don’t think you do.” He smiled and went back in for another sparkling kiss. He was yours but Jake Kiszka belonged to everyone around him: his brothers, his friends, his fans. 

You needed him like you needed the air around you to fill your lungs, and some part of you hoped he needed you in the same way. It was a selfish thought, of course, but you had given up the most needed parts of yourself to him. Your affection was his, your hope was his, your heart, well, I think you know. 

When your “relationship,” or whatever it was, first started, you had the generic friends-with-benefits rules: no mouth kissing, no staying the night, no feelings etc. However, as time passed, the rules felt arbitrary, and you had both come to ignore them no matter the personal cost. Jake loved the taste of your lips after a night out with your friends. You loved curling up next to him, and, even more, waking up with him. The feelings were there, yet unspoken. The last rite of passage before it became an official relationship, and neither of you were sure when to take that step. You needed him to confirm what you already held as fact. So much that you were willing to almost ruin it. 

Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

“Danny asked me out.” He was silent, and you watched his eyes harden. 

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “what did you say?” You scoffed. 

He could be so dumb when he wanted to be. “Of course, I said no.” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was. 

“Why?” The obvious answer would be that you loved Jake, but that wasn’t even the obvious question. Jake wasn’t asking why you turned his friend down, he was asking why you told him. Truthfully, you weren’t really sure. 

Your throat tightened a bit as you spoke, “I just wanted you to know.”

“Know what, exactly?” He asked with a hum and a sharp inquiry of your name. 

“I-I don’t know, know that he asked. Know that other people are interested. Know that I feel like I’m losing every sense of self the longer I tell myself that one day you’ll man up and tell me that you love me so I don’t have to keep telling myself!” 

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me

He softened. “I never meant for that to happen, baby.” Tears had nearly breached the edge of your eye and you wanted them to, to make him feel worse, to know that he made you cry. 

“I don’t want to keep pretending that our relationship is strictly professional, or god, friendly! If it’s a conflict of interest, I-I’ll fucking resign and find something else, but I don’t want to find anyone else to share my heart with, Jacob, I can’t.” I already gave it all to you - went unspoken. 

“Okay,” he spoke calmly as he reached to hold you in his embrace, and you welcomed him. 

“I’m not good at coming up with words on the spot, but I want you to know that every fiber of my being belongs to you, that my soul is yours to keep and cherish for as long as you want. I love you.”

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

jokey: @loofypoofy, @livkiszka

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[kissingkiszka]

The Sweet Symphony - Jake Kiszka x Reader Series

Summary: this series follows an unexpected love between the reader and Jake Kiszka, guitarist of Greta Van Fleet. Will the love blossom after you spontaneously decide to leave all you know behind and join Greta Van Fleet on tour?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: coming soon!

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[indigogvf]

Bottled up

Summary: Jake comforts you after a bad week at work.

Warnings: Crying? There’s no others that I can think of, just lots of comfort and fluff.

Word count: 1279

AN: Thanks for helping me decide which fic to do on my poll!! Im still gonna do the other two at some point, but Jake comfort was the winner so you’re getting this one first😁

Also, my requests are open!! I’d love to hear any ideas.

You just finished work, and you’re walking rather quickly to your car, whilst also desperately holding back tears to avoid your boss after he gave you a deadline for a presentation; a presentation he told you about yesterday. And the deadline is on Monday.

It’s Friday.

After the immense stress and pressure you’ve been holding in this week, it was safe to say you were now at your breaking point.

You practically threw yourself into your car as tears started streaming down your face, not wanting to catch the attention of any coworkers who might also be leaving. Everything that had even slightly upset or bothered you this week now seemed earth shattering as you finally let yourself feel all the emotions you’ve been pushing away. You were never one to talk about how you felt; you always felt as if no one really cared, or that you were being a burden. Everyone has their own stuff going on, why do they need yours to think about too?

You pulled up in the driveway, taking a deep breath before getting out of your car and making your way to the house. You walked in, chucking your keys on the side table and hanging your coat up. “Jake, I’m home.” You called out. You walked through to the kitchen to see where he was after you heard no response, and found him cutting up some type of vegetable, which you couldn’t quite see because he was in the way. “Hey. What are you making?” You questioned.

“Hey, honey. I’m making lasagna for dinner. I know it’s your favourite, and I wanted to do something nice for you.” He smiled. You took a deep breath, not wanting to start up the waterworks for the second time. He was so good to you.

“Oh. That’s very thoughtful of you, Jake. Thank you.” You returned his smile as he pulled you in for a sweet little kiss. “I’m gonna head upstairs and take a shower.” You began walking away,

“Wait!” He called, “How was work?”

You were really hoping you’d dodged that question.

“Uh.. yeah, it was fine.” You briskly walked away, desperately trying to avoid any further questions.

You failed.

“Just fine? Are you sure?” He paused for a moment, awaiting your response. When you hesitated, he continued. “You’ve been a little off with me this week.. have I done something wrong? Is there something going on elsewhere that’s bothering you?”

Fuck.

You hate this. You almost hate yourself for this. You’ve been pushing him away all week, attempting to avoid this exact conversation. As much as you want to just curl up on the couch with him and bathe in his love and affection, you knew yourself too well. You knew you’d crack and end up crying to him about how stressed you’ve been, which is exactly what you want to avoid. You hate that you’ve made him feel like he’s done something wrong. You can feel your lip quivering as you hold back your tears for the second time since you’ve come home. “I’m sorry. I.. I just-“ aaaand here it comes.

You put your head in your hands as you start bawling, trying to conceal the fact that you’re most definitely not okay. Although you think it’s fairly obvious, because Jake rushes over to you, embracing you in a tight hug as your body shakes against his. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh. Just let it all out,” He says softly into your ear whilst gently stroking your hair. “Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?” He prods.

You collect yourself, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself enough to explain yourself. “I’m sorry for pushing you away all week. You didn’t do anything, I’ve just had a week from hell. I didn’t want to be a burden to you so I just kept it to myself, but I knew if you were to ask about my day, I’d crack.” You mumbled, feeling slightly ashamed because saying it out loud makes you feel slightly pathetic.

“What makes you think you can’t talk to me? You can always talk to me - about anything. I want to be there for you, honey. But I can’t if i don’t know when there’s something bothering you. Your problems will never burden me, I promise. Now, tell me what happened.” He reassures you, still giving gentle strokes across your hair.

You knew your thought process was slightly unnecessary when it came to Jake. He’s never made you feel like you can’t talk to him; in fact, you know you can talk to him. You assume it was from when you were a teenager and your two friends ignored you for being upset, and then proceeded to tell you it was draining to be around you. You’re glad that Jake shows you nothing of the sort.

“Well, on Monday, there was four clients who phoned and screamed at me down the phone for the way that their previous issues were handled. I didnt even deal with their original complaints. On Tuesday, my boss called me for a meeting about those calls and basically questioned my ability to do my job, despite the fact that I told him multiple times I didn’t handle their original complaints. On Wednesday, my coworker shouted at me in front of the entire office about how i didn’t send him some documents he needed, even though he didn’t tell me about them. On Thursday I split my coffee on my cream coloured jumper and had to walk around with a giant stain down my chest. Today, my boss gave me a deadline for a presentation. He told me about the presentation on Thursday, and the deadline is on Monday.” You took a breath, feeling like you were suffocating because of how quickly and passionately you listed all of the problems of the week.

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated this way. You’re always working so hard, it’s a shame they can’t see that. Have you thought about working somewhere else? You deserve to be respected and seen for your work, and I don’t think you’re going to get that at this company.” He spoke in the most delicate voice.

You thought for a moment, contemplating his suggestion of getting a new job. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about that; but I think you might be right.” You replied.

Jake pulled you closer to him, placing your head on his chest. “You know you can always talk to me, don’t you?” He asked.

“I do. I guess I just overthink it sometimes.” You said, reassuring him.

“Do you promise you’ll talk to me next time?” He held his pinky finger out.

“I pinky promise, Jake.” You shook his pinky as you smiled at each other.

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss to your lips and then planted kisses around your face, leaving an extra big one on your forehead. You giggled in response, already feeling much better.

“Why don’t we eat our lasagna and try to come up with some solutions that might make your work easier, and then cuddle on the couch with a movie on in the background, hm? That sound good, pretty girl?” He suggested.

“Mmm, that sounds amazing. Thank you, Jake. I love you.” You nuzzled your head into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat gently thumping in your ear.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on your head whilst simultaneously giving you a tight squeeze.

You loved him so much, it was almost too much. But you especially loved how loved he made you feel.

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[gretavanmoon]

R47

Spinning Now: "Heat Waves" by Glass Animals (2020)

Pairing: Sam x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Drug Use, Feelings of Uneasiness, Arguing Smut: Kissing, Touching, Teasing, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex

SAM POV

The leaves crunch beneath your shoes as you make your way up to the front door. You can hear music playing inside the house, and there are a few people standing out front smoking. They don’t pay you much attention as you walk up the sidewalk, continuing on with their conversations, only stopping slightly to raise a hand in acknowledgement. The air is thick and humid with impending rain and the frogs croaking in the distance only confirm that. They always seemed to be the loudest right before a storm. You toss the last of your joint into the grass, stomping it out with your foot before climbing up the front steps. 

As you step through the door the music grows in volume and you see people standing around talking with drinks in hand. You scan the room for any familiar faces, but the house is so dimly lit and crowded it's a lost cause. You navigate through the house in search of the kitchen, knowing that is where the liquor will be. A nice stiff drink is calling your name after the day you’d had. Honestly it was surprising you even came to this party, but Daniel asked you no less than three times today causing you to eventually cave and agree. 

The kitchen is lit up a little better as you step into it, people crowding around the counters talking and laughing. You grab a plastic cup and fill it with ice, stepping over towards the bottles of liquor lined up on the kitchen table. Your eyes scan over the mixer options, which are incredibly limited, deciding that vodka would probably be your best bet. You fill the cup as you reach for the tonic water, stirring it with your finger as you recap the tonic. You look for limes, silently laughing for even thinking there would be any as you grab your cup and try to head back into the crowd. 

Stepping out of the kitchen you dodge a pair of drunk girls, nearly spilling your drink. They pass you and as you regain your composure your eyes look up and you see her. You have to double take to make sure your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. That the heat of the room isn’t creating a mirage in the image of her. But it’s not. Across the room, talking to a group of people you don’t recognize is your ex. You quickly tear your eyes away from her, your blood rushing through your veins a little faster now. Your heart is pounding as you weave through the crowd of people, finally spotting Danny and his friends. 

“You made it after all!” Danny says, smacking his hand against your back. 

You sip from your drink, letting out a sigh of refreshment, “Sure did.”

He takes the time to introduce you to his friends, the same friends you’ve been introduced to ten times before, all of you smiling at each other as you realize.

As they drift back into their conversation you stand there sipping at your drink, letting your eyes peer over the edge of your cup as you scan the room looking for her. Maybe it wasn’t her…

You sort of sway in place along with the music, turning your body as inconspicuous as possible to see if you can spot her. As someone steps out of the way she is revealed to you and your suspicions are confirmed. Her hair is shorter now, even a little bit darker than you remember. She is dressed the same as she always was, trendy, edgy, dark. A way that was so effortlessly her. You can’t seem to look away as she speaks, a smile on her face as she talks with her hands. There is a drink in one hand and you wonder what's in the cup. Is it her usual? Did she make it herself? Is she here with someone? You pull your eyes away, turning back to the conversation, pretending you know what’s going on, and that your mind isn’t swimming in thoughts of her. 

“What’s up dude, you good?” Danny asks, turning to you as the other guys start up a side conversation. 

“Huh? Oh yeah. I’m fine.” you lie, sipping nervously at your drink. 

You watch as he turns his head to the side, looking around the room, and you can see the expression on his face as he spots her, mumbling something under his breath. 

“Shit…” he exhales. “You saw her already.”

You turn to look over your shoulder, seeing her still engaged in her conversation. “Yeah. As I was walking over here.”

I didn’t know, man. I swear.” he offers, shaking his head back and forth. “Let’s uh– let’s go smoke.”

You nod and follow him through the crowd of people, walking the opposite direction of her and her friends. You feel a sense of relief as you step outside, the air still hot and humid as you pull your cigarettes from your shirt pocket. “You want one?” you ask, offering him the carton as you place the cigarette between your lips. 

“Nah, just needed to get you out of there for a minute.” he admits. “I knew something was up. Should’ve known.”

“Haven’t seen her since…” you say, blowing a puff of smoke from your lips. 

“Since that night?” he asks, leaning on the wooden railing. 

“Yeah. Been over a year now.” you answer, taking another long drag of your cigarette. “She looks good.”

“Sam…” he admonishes. 

“Did you recognize those girls she was with?” you ask. 

“Nah, not really but, shit man, we see so many goddamn people everyday I don’t think I would know if I did know them.” he smiles, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Yeah, yeah.” you mumble, finally feeling the alcohol entering your system. 

“Look, unless you want her to see you like this, you better turn it off. If I could sense something was up, then you know she will the second she sees you.” he says, and you know he’s right. She was good at that.

“Yeah, just needed a smoke. You’re right. I’m good.” you answer, hoping that answer will get him off your case. You shake your shoulders out, tossing the spent cigarette to the ground. He nods his head at you and you follow him back into the party, trying your best to seem like your emotions weren’t all over the place. 

You never expected it to hit you this hard. You never expected to see her in the first place. And now that you had, it was all rushing in at once. 

You follow Danny through the party as he searches the room for his friends, finding them hanging out in the living room only a few feet from where they were when you left them. You toss back the last of your drink, knowing you’ll need a refill immediately if you’re going to make it through the night. 

As your eyes scan the room, you see her again, this time walking down the hallway on her way back from the bathroom. You try to look away, but you’re too late and she spots you. You see her double take, her lips parting just a bit as she takes you in. You look away again, trying to seem engaged in the conversation and like you don’t care that she is standing five feet away looking at you. 

After a few minutes you know she's returned back to her friends, yet still you can feel her eyes on you. You make a point not to look at her, even though your brain is calling out to you to do just that. Your will power is growing weaker and weaker as the seconds pass and you finally catch yourself turning your head to look at her. You catch her glance and look away, knowing you were caught. Dammit. It happens three more times and at this point neither of you are being sneaky about it. 

With a huff of frustration you step away from the group and head towards the kitchen, making yourself a new, stiffer drink before heading back out to the back porch to smoke the last joint in your pocket. You find yourself in the same spot from earlier, setting your drink on the wooden railing and pulling the tightly rolled joint from your shirt pocket. Lighting it up you let the earthy smoke fill your lungs, and you pray it will take away some of the uneasiness that's been surrounding you all night. 

The joint has dwindled down to only a few more hits, and your mind is feeling a lot lighter as you stare out into the fire pit blazing down in the yard. You hear a pair of heeled boots padding across the deck, and you know exactly who it is. You suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly just as she joins you against the railing. 

“What, no plaything tonight, Sammy?” 

The sound of her voice sends a shiver down your spine, it's the sweetest timbre you’ve heard in a year. 

You suck your teeth and turn to face her, really getting a chance to drink her in face to face. “What do you mean?”

“Oh don’t play coy, Sam. People talk around here, and you forget that most of your friends were my friends first.”

“I wouldn’t have come if I knew you were going to be here.” you quip. If she wanted to fight, you were going to fight. 

She crosses her arms across her chest, her leather jacket glowing in the cloudy moonlight. “And why’s that? Can’t stand the thought of being around me after everything? With that girl you left me for? What’s her name again?”

A stab right through your heart. “I was never with her Y/N. I didn’t leave you for her. I don’t even speak to her. You know why I left you.”

“You don’t speak to her? That kind of seems like a waste now, don’t you think?” she says, tapping the heel of her boot against the deck. She licks her lips, your eyes darting down to them, lacquered in a deep rich mahogany. 

“What do you want Y/N? Why did you come out here?” you ask, watching her polished fingers grab the remains of the joint from your fingers, before pressing it to her lips. She inhales, breathing in the smoke and letting it sit in her lungs. She releases it slowly through her lips before turning back to look at you. 

“I don’t know Sam…Why can you not keep your eyes off of me? Do you think I didn’t notice the second you walked through the front door? That you’ve been watching me all night?” she asks, cornering you into a confession. 

“Y/N…” you bargain, not even sure how to deny that one. 

“Well?” she presses, stepping closer to you. You can smell her perfume, your mind swimming back to a time you got to smell it daily. 

You lick your lips, huffing out a defeated breath. “You know why.”

“Maybe I don’t, Sam. Why don’t you lay it out for me.”

You think briefly that you should just tell her the truth. Really lay it out if that’s what she wants, but you quickly come to your senses, remembering why you ended things in the first place. 

“You know what, no. We aren’t rehashing this. You know why we broke up Y/N. Nothing has changed. I still can’t give you what you want.” you urge. 

“Yeah, I know that’s the half assed reason you gave for ending things, but I don’t know if I believe that. Especially now, a year later.” she says, raising a brow in challenge. The weed is swirling through your veins, your logic and reasoning is slipping farther and farther out of your grasp and you know the truth is seconds from spilling out. 

“Are you here with someone?” you ask.

Her grip tightens on her jacket, a nervous habit she’s always had. “No.”

You blow out a deep breath, biting your lips together as you let your eyes meet hers. “Let’s leave.”

She tilts her head as she looks at you, “Why would I do that?”

You raise your brows at her, a little taken aback that she's challenging you again. “Why would you do that? Well, because I think you think about me as much as I think about you. I think you wouldn’t be out here otherwise. I think you remember that– that last time last summer, right before everything…” 

Her cheeks flush, and she turns away from you and you know you’re right. She knows you’re right, and now you’re the one that's got her cornered. 

“Come home with me, Y/N.” you ask, your voice a little lighter. 

She looks up at you, her eyes piercing into yours. “Do you still live in the same place?”

You bite your bottom lip as you nod your head. “Yeah, same place. Our place.”

You see her swallow nervously as the words leave your mouth, her eyes looking down at her feet. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You place your fingers at the curve of her jaw, angling her face to look back at you. “Then don’t think.”

She twists her pretty lips around as she considered it, finally nodding and dropping her arms to her side. Her hand reaches for yours, and you accept it eagerly, twisting your fingers with hers. 

You lead her through the party, tossing back the rest of your drink as you guide her through the kitchen and into the living room. You lock eyes with Danny who sees her then looks back to you, giving you a knowing smirk. He shakes his head and mouths for you to call him as you pull her small hand through the crowd. 

You shut her into the passenger seat the way you’ve done a hundred times before, rushing around the front of the car to make the short drive back home. You can’t help but catch a few glances of her on the drive back, the way the street lights light up her face. The way the rain softly tinkling against the windshield reflects onto her skin. 

As you pull into your driveway you see her face twist up. “You did some planting…”

“Yeah, just a few things here and there. Needed it.” you answer, your chest feeling heavy as you think back to her suggesting it. 

She nods and turns to you with a soft smile. “Should we make a run for it?”

“Yeah, I’ll go up first and unlock the door, then you can just run in.” you say, throwing your car door open and running through the heavy rain. You quickly unlock the door, and motion for her to run, seeing her boots splash through the puddles in her way. Your heart is growing warmer the more time you spend with her, the icy streak that’s developed in her absence thawing just a little. 

You grab her jacket from her, shaking the water from it and hanging it by the door as she steps further inside, kicking off her boots. 

“You painted, too.” she says, admiring the colors you’d chosen. “It feels warm.”

“That’s what I was hoping for.” you smile, heading for the kitchen. 

“You made a lot of changes now that I look around.” she says, staring up at the walls and at the furniture. 

“Yeah, I uh, I kinda had to.” you pause, leaning on the counter as you watch her. “Everything reminded me of you.”

She stops and looks at you, blinking a little slower than usual. She doesn’t know what to say, and truthfully you wouldn’t either.

“How about a drink?” you ask, breaking the tension hanging in the air. She walks over to the island, leaning on it as she watches you pull the bottle of tequila from the bar cart. “Tequila?”

She smiles and nods, you know it’s her favorite. 

Before you can turn around she is sauntering over to the cabinets, opening one and pulling two shot glasses from the second shelf. You feel that warmth spread through your chest again. She remembers. 

She places them on the counter, with a thud. “I get the Mexico glass because it's my favorite.”

“If it’s your favorite, why didn’t you take it?” you ask, pouring the tequila into the small cactus shaped glass. 

“Same reason you painted your walls and changed your house.” she smiles, grabbing the full shot glass from the counter. You swallow heavily as you let her words sink in. She misses you too. 

You pour your shot, capping the Tequila and picking up your shot glass. You hold it in the air as you look at her, both of you ready to take the shot. “What should we toast to?”

“I don’t know, change?”

You smile and nod, tapping your glass to hers. “To change.”

You both drink back the shots, letting out a sigh as the burn takes over your throats. She runs her tongue over her lips. 

“Oh shit, do you need a chaser?” you ask, looking around frantically.

“No.” she answers, her eyes locked in on yours. You felt the mood shift, suddenly you stopped your movement, the both of you staring at each other, that same tension back with a vengeance. 

You step forward, grabbing her hips and spinning her towards you. “I do.” you breathe, leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers. It’s desperate and heated, the taste of her so new but still familiar. Her hands come up to cup at your face, her soft hands weaving into your long hair. 

“Y/N…” you plead, breaking away from her lips for a second. You look into her eyes, which you’re sure are just as desperate looking as yours are, before reattaching your lips to hers as you pull her in as closely as possible. 

“Sammy…” she pants, her hands sliding down your chest to reach for the hem of your shirt. Her hands slide beneath the fabric, finally connecting with your skin, sending a shock of lighting through your body. 

You pull the two of you away from the counter, walking her backwards through the house with your lips still connected. It’s not a long walk, but it’s one she has memorized, even in the darkness of the house. 

You spin her body to rest against the wall, removing your lips from hers and letting them trail down her neck and over her collarbones as she squirms in your arms. 

“Come on, Sammy, you know I hate teasing.” she whines, a smile stretching across your lips. 

“I know, which is why I love to do it.”

You continue to walk her into the bedroom, the one room that hasn’t changed very much. You walk her towards the bed, letting her fall back as her knees hit the edge. You pull your shirt over your head, and join her on the bed, crawling towards her as she reaches for you. The room is lit by your orange salt lamp, casting the prettiest glow on her body as she lies beneath you. You bend your head down to kiss at her neck, feeling her hands slide between you to circle around your back. 

You stop as you feel her nails drag down your back, in just the way that she knows how. Your eyes close as they roll to the back of your head, a sigh leaving your chest. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Did you?” she breathes, repeating the action. 

“Everyday, I swear.”

“I miss you, too.” she pauses, “Miss this.”

“I want you, Y/N.” you admit. 

“I want you too, Sam.” she breathes, pulling her dress over her head. She lays naked before you, only her panties left, stealing the air from your lungs. 

“Baby, fuck.”

“Touch me. The way you know I like.” she begs, and again you feel like you can’t breathe. You slide your fingers down her sternum and over her stomach, stopping at the edge of the green lace panties. You hook your finger into the waistband and slowly begin to pull them down, letting your eyes flick to hers in permission. She nods and you pull them over her hips, revealing the tiny patch of groomed hair. 

You smirk at her, “Speaking of new.”

“Just something a little different…” she blushes. 

“No, no. I–I like it.” you say, tossing her panties to the floor. You run your thumb over the strip of hair, letting it dip into her wetness, hot and slick. 

You circle her clit as you lean down to press a kiss to her stomach, trembling with anticipation beneath your lips. You let your middle finger swipe through her folds, collecting her wetness as you slide a finger into her, feeling as warm and tight as you ever knew. You pump in and out of her a few times before adding another finger, watching her chest start to heave as your thumb continues to circle at her clit. 

“Sammy…” she pants, letting her eyes open to meet yours. 

“Shhh…I know, I’m getting there.” you answer, a whisper from your lips. 

Your fingers press into her harder, as you lower your head to suck her hardened nipple into your mouth. Your fingers don’t stop as your teeth bite into her skin, just hard enough to elicit a moan, the exact kind of pain she craves. 

“There it is, baby…” you murmur against her skin. You switch to the other side, licking at her before wrapping your lips around her again. Your fingers are working violently inside of her, your teeth grazing her nipple as you feel her start to flutter around you. 

“Sam, I–”

“I know, let it happen. Give it to me.” you coax, continuing to work her just the way you knew she liked. 

“Oh god–oh fuck…” she whines, her hand gripping into your hair as her hips buck upward into your hand as she tumbles into her orgasm. Your name floats from her lips, breathless and spent as she comes down from her high. You pull your fingers from inside her, wiping them on your chest as you kiss her red, swollen lips. 

“Every fuckin’ time, Y/N. Every time it’s so…You’re so…stunning.” you breathe, feeling her hand cupping at your jaw. 

“Can we–”

“Do you want to?” you ask, finishing her thought. 

“I miss this with you Sammy. It’s not the same with anyone else.” she admits, a rush of guilt washing over you. 

“I know.” you nod, admitting the same. “One more time?” 

“Please…” she breathes. 

You feel her hands reaching between you, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your body. You kick them the rest of the way off, feeling her soft, warm hand wrap around your dick.

She wasn’t wrong, there had been other girls, but none like her. None that made you feel like this. None who’s touch felt like that. 

“Y/N…” you sigh. 

Her thumb swipes against your tip, soft and gentle as she guides you down to her. You grab the base, flicking the tip through her wetness before positioning at her center. Your eyes meet hers, so filled with love, so filled with every beautiful thing, you couldn’t help but to give her everything she wanted. 

You press into her, her body drawing you in the same way it always did. This part of your relationship was never the issue, it was everything that surrounded this. You slide into her, her hands snaking around your waist as you bottom out inside of her. A groan leaves your chest at the feeling of her wrapped around you. The way no one else feels. 

“Sammy…” your name is a whisper from her lips as you start to roll your hips into her. The pace is slow and steady as you take every second to soak her in, remembering how perfect this felt. 

“I know…I’m– I remember…” you breathe, letting your hand cup at her chest, rolling her nipple between your fingers. 

She tightens around you, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to stave off her release, not ready for this to be over yet. Your eyes focus on her as you slide into her, your pace growing a bit quicker as you feel the burn in your stomach. 

Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, closer, deeper. It's warm, your bodies sticky with a sheen of sweat as both of you work towards your orgasm. 

Her eyes flick up to yours, dark and sparkling in the orange glow of the room, your hips snapping into hers so naturally and effortless. You feel a warmth wash over you, hot and burning in your chest as you look at her. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” you whisper, seeing her eyes well with tears. 

“Sam, don’t…” she pleads, her fingertips gripping into your skin. 

“Baby, please…” you beg, “Forgive me…”

“Sammy, you– you hurt me, I–”

“I know. I know I did, I just… I was stupid… I– fuck, fuck, I’m there…” you groan. “Do you want me to–”

“No, no, you can. Please…” she begs, her hands sliding up to your neck. 

With one more sharp thrust of your hips, you feel her fluttering around you, her eyes closing tightly as she lets go, letting her orgasm rip through her, her back arching up off of the bed. Your name falls from her lips, soft and breathy as your hips falter. 

You wrap your arms around her as you pull yourself closer to her, letting your own release take over you. “Fuck, I love you Y/N. I’m sorry– I love you…” the words escape from your heart as you spill into her. 

You collapse onto her, holding her tightly as her lips find yours. Her tongue tangles with yours for a few seconds before she pulls away, letting you roll off of her. “I mean it.” you say, turning to look at her. 

“I know you do.” she says, sliding off the bed and making her way into the bathroom to clean up.

After a shower and a glass of water both of you are tucking into bed, the same one you once shared. It feels full and warm with her here, something you missed terribly and not once could ever replicate with someone else. You run your fingers through her wet hair, pulling your fingers slowly through each strand as you listen to her talk, your mind being lulled to sleep by the sounds of her voice. 

Could you do this? Could you make it work this time? Would she ever forgive you? Could she ever trust you again? Why does this feel so good? 

You pull her close and kiss her cheek, waiting for her to turn towards you so you could kiss her lips. God you missed this. You rub your thumb over her cheek as you look at her, neither of you saying a word, just reveling in the moment. Her eyes blink slowly and you know sleep is coming for her. 

“I love you too, Sam.” she whispers, kissing at your palm. You kiss her again, pulling her into your chest as you both let your eyes close. Your mind continues to wander, wondering how you could make things work this time, knowing that your circumstances haven't changed. You're still on the road, still gone half the year, and still unable to give her the comfortable stable life she wanted. 

You let your eyes open, seeing her asleep in your arms, her face soft and relaxed as she dreamed. You wanted to give her everything. You really did. You loved her, more than you ever loved anyone. But could you? Could you make it work?

You woke feeling more rested than you had in a long time, your brain not plagued by fatigue from tossing and turning all night. You felt the alcohol in your system still, your limbs a little more sluggish than you wanted as you rolled over to face her. But as you opened your eyes you found your bed empty and the sheets cold. 

You sat up quickly looking for her, only to find her and her things gone. You rub at your eyes trying to gain some clarity, grabbing your phone from your nightstand to find it just as barren as your bed. Your chest felt tight as you realized she was gone. 

She’d left you this time. 

She was a mirage afterall. 

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