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jakescaravel · 2 months

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this was so good too

Led Zeppelin

Author's Note: This one’s for you, my gorgeous anon!

Content Warnings: daddy kink, spanking, bondage, slight mentions of cockwarming sexual content, swearing, this is all smut and a little angst so proceed with caution (18+ minors do not interact)

Category: smut, slight angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3k

Jake was good at tying knots. His talented fingers could have you tied into the most compromising positions and shivering at his touch within minutes. It was maddening.

The compromising position you found yourself in at the moment gave him a great view of your ass as your knees and ankles were bound together and your cheek was pressed into the mattress, wrists tied together and resting gently on the curve of your back. You were unable to see him where he stood behind you but you could already feel the tingling throughout your body at the thought of him touching you.

“Tell me your safe word again,” Jake spoke from behind you.

“Led Zeppelin,” you replied, a slight giggle in your voice over the word you two had picked.

“Good girl,” he said. “Remember, you can use it whenever and I’ll stop immediately.”

You could hear him shuffling to remove his clothes while he spoke and the anticipation had you arching your back without even realizing it, lifting your hips into the air ever so slightly as if in invitation for him to come ravish you.

When you heard the sound of your voice, it was quiet but filled with desire. “I know, Jakey,” you reassured him. It was strange to think about him stopping before he had even really begun. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to start. “Just please touch me.” God, you were already needy.

You finally felt the mattress sink in a particular spot as he climbed onto the bed behind you. “Baby, I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

His words traveled straight to your core and you tried desperately to extend your arms tied behind your back to find him, to touch him. But he stayed just out of reach and clicked his tongue at your actions.

“But you have to behave first,” he added in a sinfully dark tone.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you breathed, trying to relax back into the bed and restrain the excitement coursing through you.

When you finally felt his fingers graze the curve of your ass, you jumped slightly at his touch, surprised at the unexpected contact, before you forced your hips up and back into his hands, searching for more. It was as if you had been desperately awaiting his touch for hours when really it had been more like 20 minutes.

The feeling of his thighs around you as he straddled your bound legs was beginning to drive you crazy and you fought the urge to squirm in your place. He let his palms cup your ass for a moment before he grabbed your hips and lifted them higher into the air, pushing your face further into the mattress and earning a light squeal from you. And you knew instantly that he planned to take his time with you because he did nothing more than massage his fingers into your hips for what felt like an eternity.

“Look at you, being such a good listener,” he commended as he let his fingers glide down the smooth skin along each side of your ass to work his thumbs into the backs of your thighs.

It was infuriating how close he would let the pads of his thumbs drift to where you needed his touch the most. But each time they neared, he would quickly drag them away. And each time, you let out a more exasperated sound than the last.

“God, baby, so eager already and I’ve barely even touched you.” You could hear him chuckle behind you and you knew you were giving him exactly what he wanted: to see and hear your body beg for it.

You decided to challenge him a bit, see how far your courage would take you.

“Maybe you should just get on with it then,” you teased, trying to arch your hips even higher to accentuate your point.

Without so much as a hint of warning, his right hand pulled away from your thigh and you felt a smack as his palm struck the side of your ass. You gasped in response, caught off guard by the delicious sting now radiating through you.

“Maybe you should be a good girl and remember that patience is a virtue.” He spoke through gritted teeth, as if he were holding himself back from giving in to your desires, wanting to drag the teasing on until you were pleading for him to take you. But he maintained his composure and did nothing more than soothe the spot he had just slapped with his mouth as he dipped his head low to place a kiss over the sensitive area.

You couldn’t help but be further turned on by his authoritative tone and demeanor. And the proximity of his mouth now to your center. But his lips didn’t linger long and you mourned the loss with an audible whine.

“Tell me you’ll be good and maybe I’ll consider giving you what you want,” he said as he replaced his thumbs and once again pushed them into the skin on the back of your thighs, dangerously close to where you were aching for him, dripping for him.

“I’ll be good,” you breathed as you wiggled his hips, trying to aim his fingers on your own. But he kept his grip tight with his left hand and brought his right up again, sending another smack across your ass at your response. A loud moan fell from your throat at the punishment.

“Try again,” he said, this time soothing the spot with his hand instead of his mouth.

“I’ll be good, daddy,” you corrected with a quite needy tone, partially due to the pain of a second spank in the same spot, but mostly due to the way he now had you worked up.

Without another word, he shook his head and clicked his tongue as if he were slightly less than satisfied, but finally rewarded you by letting his fingers drift up your thigh and run through your folds. It sent electricity surging through your body and you arched your back further in response.

“Mmm, does that feel good baby?” Jake asked in a somewhat teasing tone as he lazily moved two fingers to prod at your entrance, before dipping them in and pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace, giving you exactly what you wanted but not enough at the same time.

You were surprisingly incoherent, likely due to the anticipation Jake had let build before gracing you with any type of satisfying contact, and all you could manage was a light moan muffled by the mattress beneath you. He had taken all of the fight out of you and so quickly too.

“Oh you’re going to have to do better than that.” He was enjoying himself too much but he had you right where he wanted you because you would have done anything for more.

“Yes, daddy. Your fingers feel so good. Please go faster.” Your words slurred in pleasure as you did your best to resist grinding your hips back onto his fingers, knowing he would withdraw them if you did.

“Is that you asking nicely?” He was going to really make you work for it.

“Yes, please go faster, daddy. I need you.”

It must have satisfied him because he suddenly began working his fingers inside of you as if he had a goal, curling them in search of your g-spot and finding it. He was an expert with those fingers. You could have kissed the Les Paul as a thank you.

He continued moving the two digits within you as he let his thumb trace circles over your clit, and you found yourself writhing beneath his touch, falling apart a little too quickly for the amount of touching he had done. But in true Jake fashion, he didn’t let it last too long before he removed his hands entirely.

And you must have whimpered audibly because he seemed to take note.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ve been good. I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, he took himself in his hand, lining himself up at your entrance before giving himself a few strokes with the wetness still left on his fingers from you, and plunged his cock into you fully.

You fought your restraints as he set a harsh pace, using your hips as his grip to keep it steady. And every thrust slammed perfectly into that spot deep inside of you that never failed to make your eyes roll back into your head. The feeling of it made your walls clench around him and he let out a low groan, a practically pornographic noise that sounded mouthwatering falling from his lips.

“Fuck, baby.” It slipped out of his mouth as if he didn’t even realize it and you used your leverage against the bed to grind your hips back against yours, taking him even deeper.

You were a moaning mess beneath him when he reached his hand up from your hip to wrap it around your throat, tightening his grip and restricting the blood flow to your head as he continued pounding into you. But as the pleasure began to mount in your stomach and your head grew dizzy from the lack of oxygen, you suddenly became all too aware of your restraints preventing your hands reaching out and touching him or even steadying yourself.

You tried to hold on to the feeling of warmth building within you, to cling to the sensations that only Jake knew how to coax out of you with his expert touch and innate control. But the passion of his movements were now lost on you and as quickly as he had tied you up, you felt yourself slip into a state of disconnect as the sensations overwhelmed you.

And suddenly you found yourself using your safeword, “Led Zeppelin”, barely aware that the word had originated from your own mouth, even as you spoke it.

Jake halted his movements immediately, pulling out of you completely and removing his hand from your throat but keeping his body close to try and soothe you.

“Did I hurt you, baby? Are you okay?” You could hear the somewhat frantic concern in his voice and you felt your hands trembling as you tried to hold back the tears now fraying your vision.

Tugging lightly at the restraints to draw his attention there and hopefully away from the sound of your voice faltering, “Can you just-,” you spoke against the mattress, not bothering to finish the thought.

He made quick work of each of the knots binding you and when you were freed, you moved into a sitting position at the top of the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest and wiping the remnants of tears from your face with the back of your hand, trying to prevent more from forming.

“I’m so sorry, everything was fine and then I don’t know what happened, it just got a bit overwhelming-” He cut you off before you could continue your apology.

“Hey, y/n, it’s okay. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” He moved closer to try and comfort you but just before reaching you, he asked, “Can I touch you?”

You nodded breathlessly and in an instant, he was holding you in his arms, pressed tightly against his chest. You weren’t sure what had come over you; it had gone from amazing to too much in a split second and for no apparent reason. And you were embarrassed by the quick turn that had taken place, hoping he wasn't disappointed or mad.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again as you burrowed further into his chest, trying to hide from your embarrassment, but he just shook his head and whispered his own apologies into your hair before he shuffled you in his arms so he could look at your face.

There was still concern written across his features and although you hated to see him worry about you, there was something endearing about it. In an instant he had given up his chase for pleasure to come to your side and soothe you, even though you weren’t exactly sure what had gone wrong. He didn’t judge. He wasn’t angry. He just wanted to hold you. He just wanted to make you feel loved.

“Please, please don’t apologize. Just tell me what can I do,” he pleaded as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face and let his thumb linger on your cheek.

As quickly as the passion had left you, it was reignited and in that moment, there was nothing you wanted more than to finish what you had started, but differently this time. You wanted to feel close to him, the way you did when he held you this way and reassured you.

Hesitantly you reached out and ran your hand along his chest and as your fingertips grazed down along his abdomen, you let yourself turn in his arms, now straddling him as he sat on the bed.

You allowed yourself to get lost in his eyes before you made your request. He looked so gentle beneath you, a stark difference from the way he had been moving inside you not long ago. His hair was disheveled and his face was flushed but he still looked like the subject out of a renaissance painting. The control he had had before was completely gone and he looked much less like the Jake you frequently saw onstage, the Jake that had such a presence, enough to make any girl caught in its wake melt into the floor. He was less that Jake and much more the Jake you knew in the quiet moments of life, the Jake that would kiss you on the forehead every morning before he left for the studio, the Jake that would call you at the end of a long day on the road just to tell you about the book he was reading or to hear your voice as he drifted off into sleep. Of course, you loved all versions of him. But this was the version you needed at the moment.

“Will you make love to me?” you asked.

It would have felt like such an embarrassing question but there was no hint of embarrassment in the air as he let his hands rest hesitantly on the tops of your thighs. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this. We can do whatever it is you want to do, naked or dressed.”

You gave him a reassuring smile before answering, “I’m sure. I want this.” And then, as you moved your hands from his chest and into his hair, shifting in his lap to press your chest against him and move your mouth closer to his, you whispered, “I want you.”

He let you close the distance between you, letting you initiate the kiss but kissing you back the moment your lips met his. And carefully he deepened the kiss, not wanting to push too hard and scare you off. But the gentle vibration as you hummed against his lips was enough to ease his apprehension and soon he was lifting your hips off of him and easing you back down onto the bed, never letting his lips stray from yours.

Your hands tugged more firmly in his hair as you opened your mouth against his and let your tongue explore his own and you could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. Although the emotion behind it was different this time, the feeling of him resting hard against you made you just as eager as you were the first time around.

This time, however, he wasn't drawing it out just to tease you. It was as though he was waiting for you to change your mind or give him an explicit signal to press on. So you reached a hand between your bodies, collected the slick that had newly puddled between your legs, and wrapped your hand around him, showing him that you were ready.

He wasted no time after that, placing his hand over top of yours still wrapped around his cock and guiding it gently through your entrance, fully seating himself in one long thrust. A moan escaped you both at the same time and you reveled in the feeling of being close to him.

He pressed his lips to your jaw as he began to move inside of you, his hand cradling the side of your face, keeping you close. When his kisses reached your ear, he took the opportunity to whisper, "I love you, y/n."

You lost yourself in the combination of his words and the feeling of him deep inside of you. He was everywhere, surrounding you. He was your warmth and your comfort and your home.

Jake let his forehead rest against yours as his mouth hung open, his breathing labored and moans falling from his throat in time with his thrusts, in time with your own sounds. As the feeling of an impending orgasm began to bubble up inside of you and you felt enraptured in the bliss that was every deliberate thrust, your back arched off the bed and your forehead fell away from his as your head fell back, a sound of ecstacy drawn out from your throat.

He continued his movements, reaching down to grip the underside of your knee and hook it up high around his torso so he could reach even deeper within you. Not only could he see you coming undone at his touch, he could feel it too, as your walls restricted around his cock in a delicious way. He knew you were close and he was close too.

"Open your eyes for me, baby, I want you to look at me when you come," he spoke with his lips now against your throat.

It was a demand void of any authority, simply a request to watch his lover unfold for him completely, and you did as you were told, bringing your head back up and fighting through the waves of pleasure to keep your eyes open and fixed on his.

He watched you carefully as your orgasm finally ripped through you; he studied your face as it contorted in bliss, as you momentarily let your head fall back at the weight of the feeling as you chanted his name before quickly lifting it again to replace your eyes on his, your face now flushed and your lip caught between your teeth. The sight sent him over the edge and he dropped his grip on your leg in favor of a grip on your hair as he rode out his own release with a low, "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

When he finally came to a halt between your legs, he placed a kiss to your jaw and then to your cheek, then one to your nose and finally your forehead. It made you giggle beneath him.

He made no attempt to move and you made no attempt to push him off. Instead, you reveled in the feeling of each other, in the feeling of being one. And as his nose brushed against yours, he whispered, “I love you, y/n.”

Your heart swelled. Of course, you knew that he loved you. You never doubted it. But it was something new entirely to hear him say those words while he was still fully seated within you, holding you close to him as if he never wanted to let go.

“I love you too, Jake,” you whispered back.

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jakescaravel · 2 months

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FUCKKKKKKKK I FORGOT ABOJT THIS ONE TOO, SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD OH MY GOD

Dance for Me

Author's Note: This was a request from the lovely @jake-kiszkas-smirk so thank you for trusting me with your horny thoughts 🖤 and thank you @earthlysorrows for helping me edit!

Summary: Josh finds your old stripper heels in the back of your closet and requests a dance

Content Warnings: masturbation (m.), oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, stripping, dirty talk, swearing, brief mention of sex work, sexual content (18+ minors do not interact)

Word Count: 5k

"Hey babe?" Josh called from the closet, his voice muffled by the clothes that surrounded him.

"Yeah?" you called back, listening for the sound of his voice again as you sat in bed, book in hand. But instead of hearing anything, you saw his bouncy curls emerge, a quizzical look on his face as he exited the closet with your old pair of black studded stripper heels in hand.

"What are these?" he asked, holding them up for you to see.

"Those are my old heels…" you answered hesitantly, not elaborating on what exactly they were from. Although, it was quite obvious they weren't everyday shoes.

The heels themselves were long and thin. Dangerous looking, really, as they supported a platform about four inches tall. Shiny and black and covered in pointed steel studs that caught the light about the room well, they resembled some of the outfits you had buried in your lingerie drawer that sometimes made an appearance on special occasions. But these had been hidden away like the job you had done while wearing them.

"Where exactly did you wear these?" Josh asked with a cheeky grin suddenly spreading across his lips as the image of you wearing them clearly began to form in his mind.

"Well…I used to be a dancer. A stripper, actually…" you explained slowly, waiting to see his reaction and praying he wouldn't judge you.

It wasn't that you'd been keeping it from him. You just hadn't found a way to tell him yet. Your relationship was still fairly new and it tended to freak guys out when they heard you were a stripper, even as far in the past as it was.

But there was no hint of any judgment on Josh's face. In fact, he seemed only amused by the idea, a smile teasing up at the corner of his plush lips.

"You've been keeping secrets from me," he teased with a toothy grin.

You gave him a relieved smile back.

"I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted.

"I'm only sad I never got to see you perform."

You should have expected the look in his eyes, something well past teasing amusement and inching toward the dangerous territory of interest and intrigue. You could have sworn too that you saw the slightest twitch in his khaki pants that seemed to betray his thoughts. It didn't take much guessing to assume where his mind had gone, and given that he hadn't judged you even in the slightest, a refreshing change from the many insecure guys you'd dated before Josh, your mind was already turning around the same idea he seemed to be having.

Setting your book on your nightstand, you stood from the bed and slowly waltzed over to where he stood still holding your heels just outside of your closet.

"Well…" you started as you took them thoughtfully from his hand, "I could do a little performance for you now, if you wanted."

You stared up at him through your lashes, making a show of it how you would have back when you danced. His eyes flickered down to your lips as he pretended to be thoughtful for a moment, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to hollow out his cheeks. But he couldn't keep a straight face for long before the rosy tint warmed his cheeks and his lips spread into a smile.

"You read my mind," he said with a hint of a giggle behind his voice that was always so endearing.

You moved a chair into the bedroom, setting it at the foot of the bed where you instructed Josh to shed a few layers of his clothes.

"I thought you'd be the one not wearing any clothes," he joked as his fingers worked his pants and shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his tight-fitting briefs.

"Trust me, it'll feel better if you aren't wearing clothes." You gave him a cheeky smile before heading to the door of your closet. "I'm gonna go change real quick. Be good."

From your phone, you connected to your speaker to play music as you changed into one of the more forgotten pieces of lingerie you owned along with the tall heels, a nightmare to get into but quite a look if you were being honest. When you returned, his eyes went wide the moment you stepped into view. In addition to the heels, you'd donned a black number, all one piece. It was a thong crisscrossing over your pelvis in the front with straps connecting at the navel and plunging upward with thin sheer patches of material acting like cups of a bra and thin straps pulled taught over your shoulders. Truthfully, when you wore it, the material got lost in a sea of plush skin that hugged it well. And Josh looked as though he had never appreciated a view more.

"Holy shit," he breathed in a rare moment of speechlessness.

"Like what you see?" You teased him with a smile as you tried to ignore the fact that your nerves were mounting. You were never nervous dancing at the club but you didn't care about those guys. Josh you did care about. Josh you wanted to impress.

"I've never seen anything more perfect." His eyes never raised from your body. He seemed practically hypnotized by you, even before you'd begun your dance. It brought a blush to your face as you met him where he sat and turned the music up quickly before tossing your phone onto the bed. And in the dim light, you threw your leg over his lap and moved to straddle him, his hands meeting your thighs instantly.

"There's just one rule," you said softly as you took his chin in your hand and forced his attention up toward your face.

He only gave you a fervent nod, looking as if he were willing to do absolutely anything you asked of him.

"No touching," you said in a whisper with a wicked smile adorning your lips.

"No touching?" He sounded upset when he repeated the question to you, grumbling when you nodded in answer but pulling his hands away nonetheless.

"But I'll make it up to you if you're good," you said as you raised off of his lap, his eyes still wide as they stared up at you.

"I can be good for you," he promised in a mere breath as his ability to form intelligent thought began to fail him.

You began your dance the way you usually did, turning in front of him and letting your ass graze along his lap as your hands slowly worked up into your hair. As your hips swayed gently, you felt his erection growing more prominent in his briefs.

You moved to the sultry beat of the song, turning occasionally to find him staring intently, mesmerized really, pupils blown wide with lust the longer he watched. You wouldn't have been surprised if you turned and saw him drooling, honestly, and it strengthened your confidence to see him watch you that way, hardly even blinking but tilting his head occasionally to get a better view when you bent over in front of him.

You made a show of it when you did, reaching to the floor slowly as you shook your ass in front of him until you were lying fully in front of him with your ass still raised in the air, chest pressed into the ground to give him a good view of the thin material of your thong stretching across your skin. The sight alone seemed to draw a light curse from his lips that brought a pleased smile to your face.

You stayed there only a moment before you pushed your torso back upward to bounce on the balls of your feet with your thighs spread, giving him a good view of your ass jiggling. But as you raised your body, you felt the familiar warmth of his fingertips as they reached for you instinctively. He wasn't much of a visual creature, after all, though he did appreciate the view. But he had always learned best with his hands.

You turned to scold him, giving him a 'tsk' with your tongue as you took his wrists in your hands and returned to his lap, pulling his hands down below the seat of the chair and pinning them there amongst the rungs holding the legs together.

"No touching, Joshy, or the fun stops."

"Agonizing," was all he whispered, still mesmerized and sounding like he wanted to whimper and whine and press the matter, even as his hands gave in to your authority.

"I know but you're doing so well for me, so nice and hard and showing me exactly how much you like it," you said in the sultriest voice you could manage as you grinded gently along his lap, only a hint of a giggle in your voice as you praised him.

It earned a low, "Fuck," from his lips as you worked over him, swaying back and forth to the song and letting your hips guide your movements.

Turning again, you faced away from him and leaned forward, letting your ass fully press into his erection and feeling just how painfully hard he was.

"Shit, you are so fucking talented," he hissed at the contact.

"So eloquent," you giggled back.

"Go easy on me; there isn't exactly any blood going to my head at the moment."

"Oh, I can tell," you teased as you turned back around in his lap, just before sliding off and dropping to your knees in front of him.

Kneeling before him, you let your hands run up his bare thighs to play gently with the hem of his briefs before pushing his knees apart to spread his legs. You let your body roll up in the space between his legs, brushing your breasts close to his erection as you went and letting your nose guide his chin upward until you had fully climbed back into his lap. With his head tilted back as you hovered over him, you pressed your body against him.

"Fuck," he breathed in that voice that you could never get enough of, the one he used when he had just gotten off stage, painfully hard in his jumpsuit and dragging you to your knees to relieve him as he brushed the hair out of your face.

But now he didn't get to touch and you could tell it was starting to get to him as he finally dipped his hand between your bodies into his waistband to stroke along his painfully hard length.

"Did you dance this good for everyone?" he asked, his eyes still trained up toward yours as his hand worked over himself.

You ran your thumb sweetly over his cheek, not bothering to reprimand him for touching himself seeing as it wasn't technically breaking your rule, and gave him a soft smile as you leaned in to whisper into his ear. "No, I'm making it feel extra good just for you."

Leaning back, you watched as his muscles strained and tightened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his neck as he fought the urge to put his hands on your body, gulping down his lust in order to focus on the movements of his fist around his cock. He hummed as your hands ran over his biceps and down along the straining tendons in his forearm as it flexed with his motions. He was savoring and enjoying it, clearly, but his jaw still clenched tight as his hand picked up its pace beneath the thin material that still covered him.

"Do you feel good, Joshy?" you asked. Of course, you knew the answer. But you wanted to hear him say it anyway.

"So fucking good," he whispered with his eyes clamping shut as he stroked his cock harder.

Standing from his lap to continue your dance, you watched his eyes flutter open as you played with the straps of your lingerie sitting on your shoulders, making a show of pulling at the elastic to tease him with the extra skin. You wiggled your hips to the music, fiddling with the straps in the same rhythm as he watched intently with his fist still wrapped around himself, giving himself long, languid strokes. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched the tease, his brows furrowing in concentration the longer it went on until you finally pushed the thin stripes of material away from your breast to bare your chest to him. With your chest finally free, you leaned forward, resting your hands on the arms of the chair on either side of him to give him a better show of your skin, earning a groan from deep within his chest as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch.

You dropped to your knees in front of him again to put on the same display of the little material that covered your pussy. You sat on your heels and leaned your torso back onto the ground behind you, letting your back arch with one hand stabilizing you on the ground as the other ran over your clothed pussy, eliciting another desperate moan from Josh.

When you raised your body back up, his face was redder than it was before. He was watching you intently with his cock half pulled out of his briefs and leaking pre-cum over his fist that was now moving at a much faster pace than before. And you recognized the expression he wore. It was one you'd seen many times over, the one he wore when he was teetering over the edge, staring his orgasm in the face. It was a fucking beautiful sight, one that never failed to render you speechless. But now, with the fun being so close to ruined at his own hand, you didn't hesitate to speak up.

"Stop," you demanded as you stood to your feet, and he let out a sound of pathetic frustration as his hand reluctantly slowed to a halt.

You gave him only a mean laugh as you dropped into a squat once more, only this time to push his legs apart and hook your finger into the waistband of his briefs, snapping the material lightly against his skin and catching the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck!" He jerked instinctively, his eyes flying open and dropping down to where your finger traced a line down the underside of his cock, now sitting prominently against his abdomen.

"Oops," you feigned pity with a smile lingering closely behind, beginning to become mesmerized yourself in the way he looked itching to be touched even just a little bit more than you allowed.

"You little tease," he hissed without pulling his eyes away from that lazy finger that reach the base of his shift and twirled back up toward the head where it poked out of his waistband, angry and red and swollen.

"That is the idea," you smirked as you dropped your eyes to watch your own movements and the way he twitched beneath them.

It seemed an agonizingly long moment before his hand finally sprang from its hold against the rungs of the chair to grip your wrist tightly, keeping your finger where it rested against him. His eyes looked desperate when he turned them up toward you, like he was pleading with you to be nice, to give in.

"I need more," he practically whimpered.

Josh was breathtaking when he was in need, utterly mouthwatering. Really, you wanted nothing more than to ride him into oblivion right then and there. You could feel the moisture between your legs already threatening to soak through what little material covered you at just the thought. But Josh was also fun to tease and you weren't sure you were quite through with your fun.

You gave him a thoughtful look, resting the forefinger of your free hand against your chin as you pretended to be lost in thought before finally dropping it and giving him a simple, "No".

He gripped your wrist a little harder then, only a glimpse of his strength and something that never failed to turn you on, as little as you saw that side of him.

"Please mama, I'll be so good for you. So fucking good for you, I swear," he begged, his eyes turned up to you like you were his God, there only to be worshipped by him.

Pulling your wrist from his grasp, you moved your hands to cradle his face softly.

"You want to feel my pussy?" you asked, a hint of condescension in your voice that only seemed to make him twitch harder against his stomach.

"Yes, please, I need to feel you. Need to feel how wet and tight you are."

"Yeah? Does your cock ache for me?"

"Fucking always, you have no idea. I belong inside of you. Goddamnit, I belong to you."

He looked painfully hard, practically throbbing with need, a perfect seat for you as you nestled your body snugly against him. His cock fit perfectly between your legs and your breasts practically pushed into his face, you began to grind up and down his length and his reaction was immediate, his eyes rolling back and his head falling backward against the chair.

"But I'm not finished with my dance, pretty boy," you whispered against the shell of his ear as you continued your torment, beginning to torment yourself now too.

He only groaned out something unintelligible as his eyes squeezed shut and his hands flew up to your hips to work you into a faster grind. But again, you found his wrists in your palms and pushed them back down to his sides where they once again found the rungs of the chair.

"I didn't say you could touch yet," you reprimanded him before pulling the material of your panties to the side to let your wet center glide easily along his length, still half shrouded in his underwear.

"Oh fuck, mama, that feels good," he exclaimed in a breathy sigh.

He was missing the sight of your pussy leaving a wet trail of arousal along his cock, turning the material of his briefs transparent enough that you could see it throb angrily out of sheer want. But the sight of him was even better, his head thrown back to showcase his neck, red and straining, the veins along the side protruding and pulsing as his muscles tensed harder. Actually, he looked like he was about to cum with barely any touch at all and it plastered a wicked smile onto your face.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're about to cum," you sighed in the sweetest voice you could manage.

But Josh stayed silent, shaking his head fervently as his knuckles turned white and the muscles in his arms flexed.

"No? You're not gonna cum from my pussy sliding up and down your hard fucking cock? Getting it all nice and wet for you?"

"Shit-that's not fair," he groaned, using all of his strength to lift his head and look at you.

When he did, you saw the glazed look in his eyes, a half-gone look that almost made you feel sorry for not taking him into your cunt right then and there.

"I know, I just can't help myself. Been such a good boy," you mumbled as you dipped down to lick the sheen of sweat coating his neck all the way up to his chin and earning a whimper from him.

"Oh, you like that? You like when I call you a good boy?"

"Fuck, yes, I love it."

"Can you be my good boy and cum for me? Right under my lap?"

There was a look of desperation in his eyes as you leaned back and picked up your movements, like he was trying desperately to stop himself. But it was no use.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he chanted and with the string of expletives on his lips, he exploded onto his abdomen.

"So fucking beautiful when you come," you mused as you slowly brought your grinding to a halt when his pleasure began to turn into sensitivity.

Without missing a beat, you lifted off his lap and dropped to your knees between his legs, much to his confusion.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly as he stared down at you.

"I'm cleaning up your mess, pretty boy," you smiled.

You ran your fingertip lightly over the head of his cock, admiring the way his whole body practically twitched at even the slightest stimulation. You couldn't help but giggle lightly before leaning in to lick the cum off his head and abdomen.

"Oh fuck," he sighed as he threw his head back again at the feeling of your tongue grazing along the head of his cock and collecting his release.

"You taste so good," you breathed before finally pulling the hem of his underwear down to free him and take his head into your mouth to suck gently on it, making sure to get every last drop.

His muscles went taught immediately, his feet and thighs moving against the now stark overstimulation. He struggled to keep his hips still as he writhed beneath you, unsure if he was allowed to use his hands yet.

"Shit, it's too-too much, mama, too much," he whimpered with his hands raised next to his head, ready to dive into your hair.

You pulled your lips off of him with a hard pop and stared up at him with a wet face.

"Oh come on, you can give me a little more, can't you Joshy? Just a little more for me?"

He sucked his lip between his teeth and after a moment of thought, finally gave you a nod that brought a smile to your face before you dove in again. You took him further into your mouth to taste his salty sweet skin before swirling your tongue around the head, making him buck his hips up as his hand flew to your hair. He seemed unable to decide whether to push you further down onto his cock or pull you away to get some relief. But it did neither, just folded into your hair as he let you work up into a nasty rhythm. His hips struggled with the same dilemma, alternating between fucking up into your mouth to chase the feeling and withdrawing to escape the sensation that began to dull everything else in his body as it turned almost painful.

The sounds he made above you were like nothing you'd ever heard. It was a mix between moans and whines and whimpers as he fought the feeling of whatever was building within him, but then all at once, his grip on your hair tightened and pushed you down onto his length fully as he released down the back of your throat. His voice rising in volume as he let out a sharp curse, you felt his tip nudging the back of your throat as he rode out his high.

"S-shit, yes, that-fuck-that feels so fucking-" He was out of energy before he could even finish his sentence, collapsing back onto the chair as you pulled off of him with a hard suction.

When your lips passed his head, you made sure to suck good and hard one final time. It seemed you might even suck his soul from his body, too, the way he writhed and whimpered at the feeling, hands grabbing the sides of the seat before you treated fully and left him a gasping mess. Sweat matted his curls to his forehead and with a swipe of his hand as his chest heaved up and down, he slicked them back with the palm of his hand and an exhausted smile at his lips, ready to tinge it up into an almost cock afterglow that he wore so fucking well.

"Fuck, that was-" he started, unable to finish as he fought to regain his breath.

"I know, baby, you did so good for me," you smiled at him feeling completely and utterly satisfied. Well, other than the ache between your legs that seemed to only be fueled by the way he looked with his hair pushed back and his forehead and neck and chest dripping in sweat.

And thankfully, his exhaustion only seemed to last a mere moment before his hands instinctively reached for your body again and pulled you back onto his lap.

"I want to taste you," he whispered, the tinge of desperation gone but replaced by desire to make you cum just as hard as you had made him.

"Yeah?" you questioned, uncertain he even had the energy but hoping you'd get to find out.

"Please, more than anything. Let me show you how good I can be for you with my tongue."

He still had that look like he wanted to worship you, but much more focused. Almost dangerous, really. He looked like he knew how badly you wanted him and like he was ready to do something about it.

You gave him another faux thoughtful look in hopes it would urge on more begging from the beautiful boy sitting beneath you. He was so good at it, after all.

"I can tell how wet you are," he said, playing into your wants like he was reading your mind. He reached one hand down to run his fingers along your slit, stopping at the bundle of nerves at the helm to tease it gently with the pads of his fingers. "Please let me taste it. You deserve to feel good, you deserved to be fucked by my tongue."

It only took a fervent nod before he was picking you up in his arms and turning to plop you down onto the edge of the bed behind him. Even faster, it seemed, he was dropping to his knees before you like in prayer and pulling the crotch of your lingerie further to the side to expose your delicious cunt to himself.

"I could spend the rest of my life just buried between your legs, teasing and tasting this needy little clit," he breathed, his breath hot against your thighs as he placed gentle kisses along your skin, all while his eyes stayed fixed to yours.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch as he kissed his way to your center where he used his tongue to push through your folds and prod into you, letting it sink into you so he could taste you. His eyes rolled back at just the taste and you felt your own roll at the feeling as your head dropped back to welcome the sudden pleasure flowing through your body.

He was right, you were wet, because when he withdrew his tongue, his face already glistened. But he didn't stay retreated; immediately he liked one long stripe up your slit, letting his tongue land and focus on your clit as he spread your moisture and his own saliva around with an ungodly wet noise that filled the air.

When you lifted your head to watch his movements, you were greeted with his eyes, fixed and unrelenting on yours as he worked. He sucked your clit into his mouth, creating a tight suction around it as he pulsed his lips and flicked against it with his tongue. It felt sloppy and the sounds that echoed around the room were immoral but they only served to push you closer and closer to the edge, threatening to spill over right there in his mouth.

He worked you diligently, almost to the point of overstimulation before you'd even cum, his attention to your clit unrelenting even as his fingers prodded your hole, teasing the outer rim before dipping in fully only to go back to teasing again. He brought you close fast as he curled his fingers up into you, finally letting them push and pull and curl the way you wanted to and fucking them into you nice and fast as his tongue still worked at your clit, lapping at it just right.

You were close. You were right there. Your hips bucked up into his mouth, pressing your clit harder against his tongue as you writhed, searching for the friction you needed.

"Oh fuck, Josh, yes, I'm right there!"

Your eyes fixated on him as he unwound you, making you cum hard against his mouth and tongue, all over his fingers as they slicked even easier through their rhythm of fucking into you to guide you through it a bit more gently than you had for him. And finally he was retreating his mouth altogether and pulling your legs up around his hips to push you further up the bed where he collapsed next to you.

"All this time and I never even knew," he whispered despite the content smile resting on his face.

"I'm sorry. I never know how to bring it up, especially when everyone else that I've brought it up to was so judgemental about it," you admitted.

To your surprise, he laughed and shook his head.

"They were all fucking idiots if they didn't want that."

You chuckled back, slowly at first before you both fell into a fit of giggles together.

"Yeah, I suppose I was good at my job, huh?" you teased.

"Employee of the fucking year, mama," he smiled back before launching an attack of kisses on the side of your face as you squealed for mercy.

#it’s insane how bad i need this rn #josh kiszka #smut #such a good read

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FORGOT TO ADD THIS TO FIC REC LIST, JUST REDISCOVERED IT

Crimson Lace

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!reader

Summary: You have trouble placing a finger on where you know him from, until he invites you in

Warnings: nsfw (MDNI)

A/n: I feel like this picture gives off both college boy and camboy vibes from jake. (also I'm a whore for half up half down haired jake)

A new year of college had started last week and you were already late to a lecture. You glanced at your phone and groaned.

Pushing against the heavy doors, you walked into a fairly large hall, and you quickly sat down in one of the seats in the first few rows. As quietly as you could, you got your laptop out and focused on the words coming out of the professor's mouth.

Clearly, a few other students hadn't adjusted to the timetable, as a small trickle of them rushed through the door flushed and out of breath. However, separated from the group was a man whose curly hair sat on his shoulders with half of it tied up. You frowned as you recognised his face but couldn't place where you had seen him before.

He sat in the row in front of you, a few seats to the left of where you were sitting. He must of felt your eyes boring into the side of his head because he turned his head and gave you a slight smile before facing his laptop screen. You definitely knew his smile from somewhere and it was starting to annoy you that you couldn't pinpoint where from.

This continued on for another week before it finally hit you. You had watched him on onlyfans a couple times and every time that you had tuned in, you knew that it was going to be a good night. The way he spoke to everyone watching, the way he touched himself...

You shook your head in order to lose the thoughts and bring your focus back onto the information on the screen ahead. You had learnt that his name was Jake which you thought suited him perfectly since his online name was simply 'Sir', which you also thought matched him nicely.

Yet, another week passed and you had given into the urge to watch his streams whenever they were on. When passing him in the hallways or even walking anywhere on campus you would always glance at him but when he met your eyes, you would look away from him instantly.

Naturally, he started to wonder why you were acting this way. He had had many girls hit on him in his life but none had acted the way that you were. It wasn't until a Tuesday morning a few days later did he finally find out the reason for your actions.

He walked in late (again) to his morning lecture and saw you looking down at your phone, clearly more interested whatever was on your phone screen. He sat right behind you, without your noticing, and carefully looked over your shoulder to see what had grabbed your attention and he raised his eyebrows and smirked at the result. His page and videos were playing silently and he thought of a plan to get your interest.

Grabbing a pen and a scrap piece of paper, he wrote a quick note without signing it since he figured you were smart enough to figure it out for yourself. He leaned forward slowly and thanked the gods that you had decided to sit at the end of the row, so your bag was easy to get to. Slipping the note into it, he leaned back again and started flitting ideas for his stream tonight to peak your interest especially.

After a long day of note-taking and cups of coffee you walked into your dorm room, posters littered around the walls, and sat down at the desk by the window that overlooked a small garden area. Reaching into your bag to pull out your laptop, a small, yet neatly folded piece of paper flew out and you frowned and grabbed it in between your forefinger and middle finger. Unfolding it, you saw neat writing along the lines.

I've got a surprise for you when you watch me tonight. Don't be late sweetheart xx

Your cheeks heated at the realisation that he knows. The panic started to seep in so you took a few deep breaths and shook your head. It's probably someone playing a joke, you thought but glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearing 8pm and you weighed the decision in your head, settling on logging on just to see.

Just as you thought, a shirtless Jake sat in his desk chair, only the lower half of his face downwards visible. You decided to comment to see if he would recognise your username.

Angel888: glad I'm not late?

You watched as his mouth contorted into a smirk, and he ran his tongue along the front of his teeth. "Hi, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, listening to my instructions." He said, and you immediately felt a flush of heat run through your body and down to your core. You pulled the curtains closed and turned the small lamp on, lighting up the room with a soft yellow glow.

You watched him slowly rub his hands down his toned abdomen and down onto his clothed bulge. He brought his hand back up and repeated the motion a few times. You followed suit and pulled off your large t-shirt leaving you in your bra and sleep shorts. You drew your hands past your belly button and back up, slowly grasping your right breast.

"Tonight is going to be a special stream since my sweetheart is here watching. And hopefully joining in." He said, pulling his sweats down slowly. You blushed at his comment and despite the fact you knew he couldn't see you, you hid your face slightly for a few seconds.

You watched as he palmed the noticeable bulge through his boxers and you assumed he was reading the comments since he chuckled and shook his head.

"You're all so fucking desperate." He groaned, slipping his underwear down his thighs and he gently squeezed his cock, pumping it slowly, and lazily swirling his thumb over the tip, breathy sounds falling from his lips. His hand slid over himself steadily, and his hips bucked and rolled gently into his grip.

“Mmm, fuck…feels so good.” His head leaned back slightly and you swore you heard a slight whimper in his throat. You couldn't stop yourself before you reached your hand into your shorts and ran your fingers lightly over your clit.

"Keep it slow, baby. That's it—fuck." You bit your lip at his words and nodded as if he was in the room with you. Your fingers moved further down and gathered some of your slick and brought it back up to draw small circles.

“Nothing but a hole for me to use.” He mumbled under his breath as it starts to pick up the pace slightly. You nodded your head rapidly as you lost yourself in the euphoria. Giving in completely, you pull the rest of your clothes off and return to your original position.

Following his words and actions, you pressed your forefinger and middle finger into your needy hole. Your walls tightened as you continued to pick up speed and fingered yourself for him.

"I bet you feel so fucking good...so much better than my fist." He moaned and faced the camera and you moaned loudly as you watched him, feeling yet another flush of heat fill you.

“Come on sweetheart,” he grunted “I'm so fucking close”

He didn't lean his head back, but continued to face the screen and let out a series of cuss words and moans before speaking again.

"I bet your little slutty pussy feels so fucking good, wanna fill it with my cum." He groaned and his mouth hung open in an 'O' shape and a string of noises came out of your mouth with every thrust of your fingers.

"Cum with me. C'mon sweetheart, I know you can do it." A few high pitched moans and gasps left your lips, and you heard almost a loud growl come from him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Euphoria took over your body and with a strained cry of his name, ecstasy flew down your spine and to every nerve in your body. His hips bucked up into his palm and you swore you heard your name being said every so quietly under his breath as he stroked himself through his orgasm.

After a few seconds of panting, you lifted your head up to look at him and was met with an image of Jake's chest and stomach painted with ropes of his cum.

He kept breathing heavily for a few seconds before smirking. "It's starting to get late now and I've gotta clean up. I'll see you all in the next stream. Except for you sweetheart, I'll see you soon" He said before reaching forward and turning the camera off and then the stream, leaving you sitting there, your pussy dripping, knowing that you were definitely going to talk to him as soon as you could.

#READ THIS #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut

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jakescaravel · 2 months

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god I need this man

Needy

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Language. Smut. Fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v.

Author's Note: Short little thing, I hope you enjoy.

🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺🔺

The front door slams shut causing Jake to flinch in his seated position on the couch. He reaches for the remote and pauses the show playing on the television. “Babe?” He calls as he pushes off the couch. Your heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs tell him that you are not in a happy mood. Taking precautions, he slowly ascends the stairs to the second floor. He can hear you rustling around in the bedroom, dresser drawers slamming closed followed by your angry mumbling.

He carefully opens the bedroom door and pokes his head inside. He watches you as you roughly rip your shirt up and over your head before chucking it into the hamper. Your gaze catches sight of him in the mirror and your eyebrows crease. “What?” You snap. He holds his hands up in the air and retreats back a step. You sigh, your shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Is everything okay?” He asks as he attempts one step forward.

You shake your head and reach behind to your back and unclasp your bra. Jake gulps as he sees your breasts spill onto your chest, finally free of their confines.

“I’m assuming something happened at work?”

He earns a roll of your eyes before you turn around to face him. “Everything under the sun fucking happened and honestly, I don’t want to fucking talk about it.” You say. “I need a shower..”

He watches you as you go into the bathroom, closing the door a little more harshly than usual. Exhaling a breath, he goes to lay on the bed and rests his arm over his face. It’s going to be a long night, this much he knows. What felt like a few minutes, he hears you calling his name from inside the shower. Pushing off the bed, he makes his way into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

“What can I help you with, love?” He asks.

You pull the shower curtain open and peer your head out to look at him. “I promise I won’t be mad at you–though if you say no, then I will be mad–”

“Do you want me to join you?” He prompts. You nod your head and he chuckles.

Stripping off his clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor, he steps into the shower and closes the curtain. He starts to reach for the bottle of your shampoo when you reach to grab his wrist, preventing him from grabbing it. He gives you a confused look and you shake your head. He watches you as you move his hand towards your body until his hand is cupping your breast.

“Oh is that what you want?” He says as he starts to massage your breast within his hand. You nod your head and he smirks. Carefully turning you around so your back is facing him, he trails his other hand down your front until he reaches your now aching cunt. He leans you back against his body as he works his fingers against your clit and plays between your folds.

“Jake…” You breathe as you rest your head back against his shoulder. “Please..”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me..”

“Yeah?” He circles your clit again. “Will that make you feel better?” You nod your head and clasp your hands around his arm. You feel him smiling against your temple before he retracts both of his hands. He keeps you turned away from him and he grabs your shampoo from the ledge and he squirts a little in his hands before rubbing them together and running them through your head.

Once he gets you cleaned and relaxed, he shuts the water off and takes you out of the shower before drying you off. Softly and sweetly. Picking you up in his arms, he carries you out to the bedroom and lays you out on the bed.

Still buttnaked, he walks over to your vanity and grabs a bottle of lotion. Coming back to the bed, he puts a little lotion in the palm of his hand. Moving across the bed, he positions himself in between your legs and grabs one of them to rub the lotion into your skin. Completing the task of making your legs all silky smooth, he lifts up one of your legs and leaves kisses from your ankle up to the inside of your thigh.

He comes to your center, gently grazing his nose against your throbbing clit. He sticks out his tongue and licks a long stripe through your folds. A moan escapes you and you curl your fingers into his damp locks. He glides his hands up your legs and begins kneading his thumbs into the skin of your inner thighs.

He continues his assault on your cunt. He flicks your now swollen clit with his tongue, eliciting the deepest moan you’ve ever made. He chuckles, his breathing warming your soaked cunt.

He dives back in with his tongue and continues licking and sucking and fucking you with just his tongue. But he pulls away just before you crash in your orgasm. You whine and whimper, clawing at him to make him keep going.

“You asked for me to fuck you,” He says as he spreads your legs and repositions himself between you. “So that’s what I’m going to do.” Stroking himself a few times, he lifts your hips and lines himself up with your entrance.

Slowly he pushes inside of you, both of you moaning in pleasure as he stretches you out. He fills you completely, pushing himself deeper inside of you until his pelvis touches yours. He rests there for a little bit before pulling out only to the tip. Pushing back in, he starts with a steady rhythm.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s pounding into you. Your breasts bounce insanely as he drives into you over and over. He can’t help but to look between you two, watching as his cock slides in and out of you with ease.

“Oh fuck..” He groans, throwing his head back. He drops his head again. “Touch yourself.” He says.

You move your hand down and rub your clit. “Fuck.. Jake..” You moan. Your back arches off the bed as the warm feeling fills your core.

“Come on baby, give it to me.” He continues thrusting into you, each one bringing you closer and closer to your ending.

The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, signaling his own impending undoing, pushes you over the edge of the cliff and plummeting straight into your orgasm. You can’t stop yourself from screaming out his name.

He still thrusts inside of you, never seizing until he comes undone himself, spilling completely inside of you. Once he fully empties out, he gently pulls out of you before crawling up the bed to lay down beside you.

“Feel any better?” He says, turning his head to look at you. He sees your head slowly nod and he chuckles. “Sometimes you just need a good fuck to relax.” You can’t stifle the laugh that comes out of you and he laughs along with you.

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jakescaravel · 2 months

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NOOOOO

😳

Stop It Right Now Jacob…

don’t, don’t ever do that again sir

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omg

Jake Kiszka // Female Reader

Summary: Jake's time off is driving you crazy. You still have to work from home and he's demanding your attention. During an important phone call, he decides to take matters into his own hands. And mouth.

A/N: Enjoy this smutty little blurb I've been rolling around in my mouth for a few weeks. It's slightly self indulgent. But certainly a little something I felt needed to be shared.

Warnings: Oral sex f. Fingering. Edging. Dirty talk. Deprivation.

He was bored. Lingering in the space where you'd tried to close the door and he'd caught it, a look of boyish indignation on his face that let you know he wasn't about to let you get any work done.

"If the shoe was on the other foot..." You sighed. "And I disturbed you like this in the studio, you'd be furious."

There wasn't any desire to reject his playful insistence that you pay him some attention. There was nothing more that you wanted than to close your inbox and switch your phone off. To go downstairs with him and get settled on the couch with a glass of wine and let him delicately work his way up your body as you tried to watch a movie.

But deadlines were sat there, making your heart sink and your patience wear ever increasingly more thin. Never more so than when your love was home. His guitar case closed, the need to satisfy weeks of salacious messages exchanged from the tour bus and hotel rooms.

"Furiously turned on." He replied, flashing you a grin that sent flutters down from your stomach into the ebb of your aching core.

"Jake." You moaned, "Go and find something else to do."

You knew he wouldn't. You knew he would continue to watch you type out irrelevant e-mails and feel the mounting arousal in his gaze as you simmered under a barely there thong and t-shirt. Inappropriate to wear in an office, but a sight for sore eyes as you sat at the little desk in the corner of the house.

"There's nothing else I want to do in this house, than you." He complained, adorning the most rage inducing pout you'd ever seen.

You considered setting aside your tasks. To let him fawn over you a little while. Let him have a taste of everything he had missed, just enough to slake his need. To make him less deprived. There was mischief in his eyes and you could never squander the opportunity to see what his boredom could conjure.

"Give me five minutes." You gave in, rolling your eyes playfully but knowing his triumph would bring you to a valiant end.

He tilted his chin. Let the corners of his mouth turn upward. Smug. Like you'd put up a genuine fight. Basking in the glory of his defeat of your intention to continue working. And you would have let him have it, were it not for the tiny little name flashing up on your screen moments later.

Your boss. A name which never usually invoked much of a reaction, but as your attention began to wander it felt as if you could have slipped your phone underneath the pile of paperwork you were yet to complete and simply ignore it.

Jake watched closely to see what you would do. Shaking his head slowly as you swiped your thumb across the screen and mouthed a pathetic 'sorry' as you took the call.

That was your first mistake. To think that he would simply honour your decision to derail his mounting desire. The second was to think that he wouldn't continue in his quest to pull you away from your work load.

"I'm looking at that file right now." You said, spinning your chair around to face the computer, Jake's reflection sitting behind the ceaseless words and numbers you needed to make sense of. "No, there doesn't appear to be any anomalies. But I can double check the numbers for you and get them back to you in the next hour."

No sooner had you made that promise, you felt your chair being spun back around. Jake, on his knees, a serious expression etched on his face as he silently pleaded with you to let him have his way.

"Yes, of course." You continued, holding the phone to your ear whilst widening your eyes. "If all the files need checking I can oversee that for you."

You let your boss speak about numbers and figures. Checking and double checking files. The monotonous drone of their voice fading away as you felt the lace edge of your thong slide down your thighs. Jake, without any regard for what your boss might hear, spread your legs and licked his lips at the sight of it.

"Yes, I'm still here." You tried to focus, almost audibly moaning at the sensation of his hands moving your thighs apart. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"

He was evil for this. The daring glint in his eye as he looked up at you. The sensation of his hair as it brushed against your inner thigh. All the ways in which he brought you back to him, even as you tried to keep your focus elsewhere. He knew the battle for your attention was one that he would always win, but he enjoyed the fight. And you were powerless to stop him. Resolve dissolving as you gripped the phone a little tighter.

You let him lean you back into the arms of the office chair. Raising your knees, letting them fall open as he sank into the gravitational pull of your throbbing pussy.

"Mmmm'hmmm." You hummed, perhaps in agreeance with something your boss said, but mostly at the brush of Jake's tongue as it swept across your outer lips.

The fragility of your voice was going to be the thing which gave you away. The gentle laps of his mouth as it licked the length of your slit, causing you to arch your spine where you sat, would be your undoing.

"Of course." You carried on, trying to keep your voice steady. "I think those were the files I sent over to you last week... Yes, in the blue...folder."

You caught a look of pure unadulterated satisfaction in the way he almost made you unravel. Using two calloused finger tips to open you up even wider. Holding your pussy lips apart, he set his mouth against your swollen clit. Padding the flat of his tongue against it, causing the nerves to awaken and send a flood of arousal to every muscle and sinew in your body. All your joints became loose, and you almost dropped the phone.

"I'll have to draft up some templates." You felt ridiculous, speaking of such ordinary things whilst you were being subjected to a depraved act of sexual rebellion.

He was practically drinking from you as he pressed his nose up against your mound. Letting his mouth take all of you in. Sucking in your lips so that his tongue could reach your entrance. Feeling the sudden rush of blood to your head as his tongue ventured inside.

Your head fell back as he probed you with it. The all consuming need to take a fist of his hair and moan at the way he took you there like that had you tempted to hang up.

"No, I can get that done for you by Friday." You assured, inwardly begging and pleading for the conversation to end.

When he came up to catch his breath, you were smothered across the lower half of his face. Mouth and chin saturated in pussy juice as he ran a palm over the whisks of facial hair that glistened. He stared at you with half closed lids, like he was lost to his arousal and didn't see the phone in your hand anymore.

"Keep talking, baby." He whispered, gathering your t-shirt in a closed fist, pulling you towards his sticky mouth.

There was no doubt in your mind that the kiss would travel down the airwaves. The sound your throat made as his mouth made contact. The uncontrollable whimper that was breathy and almost silent, but not quite. The sound of his tongue as it travelled against yours, the taste of what he'd swallowed now in your mouth as you tried to hold yourself steady against the ramblings going on at the other end of the receiver.

And then the inevitable question came. Is everything alright over there? As if you could tear yourself away from his sweet breath. You kept your tongue in his mouth far longer than you'd anticipated. And when the response came, it was almost met with suspicion.

"Yes." You replied swiftly, feeling foolish for being so reckless. "Everything's fine. My apologies, what was it you were saying about the new deadline?"

He almost fell to laughter. Seeing the crimson in your cheeks and the heavy flush in the flesh at your throat. Positively wrecked by his assault. And nowhere near to being done with it.

The blurred lines between decency were ruined. All you could do was submit. Your chest heaving in shallow breaths as he lingered at your mouth with his parted slightly. Not kissing, but savouring the way your lips were a little swollen from the pressure of his mouth against them.

"Mute them." He instructed, "They don't want to hear this."

You swallowed thickly. Swiping over the little mic icon until it was crossed out. Your boss carried on talking, little musings that required no response but information you no doubt needed in order to get the next lot of projects done.

"Whatever it is you're planning on doing, do it quickly." You urged, letting him slide the phone out of your hand and place it screen down on the pile of unfinished paperwork.

"Hold on tight." He said, causing you to grip the arms of the chair in trepidation.

Pushing the hem of your t-shirt up, he exposed your breasts and rose on his knees to meet them. His body pressed up against you, warm and tender. He wasted no time in taking what he wanted. Sucking your nipple violently into his mouth as he penetrated you with two of the most delicious fingers.

And then you knew why he'd wanted that conversation muted. The sound of your wetness pounding against his knuckles was utterly pornographic. Teeth bore down into your flesh as you threw your head back and you began panting wildly at the way he punched into you. Flecks of pussy juice flicked onto your thighs, spreading up his forearm as he fucked into you with his hand.

Your entire body was shaking with the onslaught. The chair practically ready to fall back as he curled his fingers inside you and applied the most delicious pressure on those places he loved to tease the most. You couldn't breathe. Your legs felt entirely weak. Your senses heightened.

"Taking phone calls when you've promised to fuck me." He admonished, bringing his mouth to your ear as your breasts bounced against his chest. "I'm gonna teach you never to make promises like that, baby."

You loved how he made you a sloppy mess. Looking into your eyes as he vigorously forced his fingers inside you as far as they would go. Watching your brow furrow and your jaw go slack, nose wrinkled in a look of absolute hedonistic pleasure. If this was a punishment, it didn't feel much like one.

"I'm gonna lose my job, baby..." You whimpered, letting him slow to a steady pace, his fingers sliding in and out as your pussy lips pulled against saturated knuckles. "I really....fuck...I have to get back to this call..."

You could see how worked up he was. A little edge of disappointment as you picked your phone back up, your boss still prattling on as if you'd been listening the entire time. You kept eye contact with him, listening to the way your pussy sounded now that he'd ruined it.

"That all sounds fine." You interjected, "I should probably go and get a head start on all of this."

Jakes thumb was rolling around your clit. Pulling back the hood, pressing down on it like it was a big red button that shouldn't be pressed. Begging to be detonated. Your breath still lingering on errant moans you didn't dare express.

"Yes..." You could feel his intention rise. "Yes, that all sounds do-able."

You needed to let go. To feel the fissures of your orgasm that was building more clearly. He'd call it legendary, the way he'd made you let him play with you while on this seemingly important interaction. He'd talk about it again and again when he wanted to remind you that you were his.

You were about to speak when his mouth returned to you. Sucking on your tongue as if to rob you of all the words you were meant to say. You could hear your boss on the other end of the phone, waiting for your response, one that you simply couldn't make whilst letting Jake wrap his lips around you. All you could do was gently murmur until he had his fill.

"Anything you need." You said breathlessly, to your boss...to Jake. "I'm gonna go ahead and make a start on those files for you, ok?"

He slapped your pussy with the back of his hand as you came off the call. Causing you to squeal, a high pitched whine of delight.

"Oh, no..." He shook his head. "You think just because you hung up that you get to cum now, is that it?"

You would have begged. But it would have been futile.

"Stand up." He ordered, bringing you to your feet. "Palms on the desk."

The torturous beat of his ministrations continued. Thighs parted as you leaned against the array of work left undone. He fell to his knees again and licked endless stripes up from your pussy into the valley of your ass. Pressing his mouth into the moisture there. Making your begs come out in painful moans. Not in words, but in restrained little moans that did nothing to help your cause.

"You ready for my cock?" He asked, sliding a solitary fingertip down the path of where his tongue had been.

The way your head moved up and down, humming your need as the word yes spilled out... you felt the incomparable rage of your phone vibrating again.

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#i need this #must read #so fucking hot

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Scarlet Flavor

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings: Period sex, blood, slight blood kink, very very slight breeding if you squint, oral (f receiving), masturbation (f), toy (vibrator), penetrative sex, slight feelings of embarrassment (handled very well), kissing, slight mentions of pain (it's just cramps),

You love doing nothing all day. You love freedom of it. The calmness, the control. You can simply do whatever you want whenever you want. You absolutely adore your perfect boyfriend Jake, but this morning had called for a little alone time so you now lay upstairs on your shared bed.

Your legs are spread wide with a tiny blue vibrator between them, rolling over your clit again and again. The feeling is indescribable. Like white hot electricity coursing through your veins with every drag of the cool silicone.

Your breathing deepens and your hand comes down to twist gently into the sheets. You’re close and soon your hand loses its grasp on the toy, instead turning the speed up, just letting it rest there. The new setting causes your hips to arch off the bed and tiny moans start to escape you.

Just as you feel your orgasm start to take over, the door opens and you drop the vibrator in shock, shutting your legs tightly. Jake stands before you with an assumed expression, his lips curling into a smirk. You scramble to turn off the whirring toy, but he grabs it from you before you can, inspecting it while his head shakes back and forth in disapproval.

“Baby…” His hand comes over his heart as his mouth drops. He’s just bullshitting, pretending to be scandalized. You roll your eyes through a laugh.

He takes a step closer. “What are you doing?” The toy clicks off.

“Nothing.” You say through a shy smile. You’re not embarrassed, not in the slightest, but there's still something mischievous in nature about getting caught.

“It seems to me… and god let’s hope I’m wrong, that you think this little piece of plastic can get you off better than me?” He throws the toy on the bed as his knee climbs up, letting him crawl towards you.

“No.” Is all you can manage as your eyes lock on his devilish smirk as his hand slides up your bare thigh just shying away from your heat.

His other hand comes up and together they part your thighs as your head turns to bury itself into the cushion. His hands drop from your legs and his face twists in concern.

“What's wrong baby?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked. “I’m on my period Jake.”

His hand reaches out and cups your chin, turning you to face him. You’re met with his smiling face as he reaches closer, bringing you in for a kiss. You melt away immediately feeling his soft lips on yours, his sweet taste.

He stays for a moment before pulling away to whisper into your mouth, “okay let’s do it.”

You look up into his eyes, so inviting, so kind, but still you feel too vulnerable, too insecure. You close your legs slowly and give him a small shake of your head. He pouts adorably and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m all bloody.” You say, scrunching up your face and crossing your arms.

Turning on his exaggerated British accent he says, very loudly, “You think Blackbeard was afraid of a little blood!!?”

You can’t help but laugh at his antics. His lips curl into a comforting smile when he sees that he’s made you laugh. Returning back to the Jake you know and love, he whispers to you again. “You don’t have to be shy, it’s only me.”

You think for a moment. You’ve just showered so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad… but then again, what if he sees you and thinks you're disgusting? What if he thinks he can do it but then sees you and gets grossed out? The thought makes you want to curl up into a tight ball.

He watches your thoughts flow through your head, bringing his finger up to tap at your temple. “Don’t overthink it sweetheart, I make you feel good, let me do that.”

His hands push your thighs apart again and he moves his head down to kiss along the exposed bit of stomach. His mouth is so warm and wet that you let out a moan you can’t control. He looks up to you with a satisfied smirk.

“Ok fine, just- please just-” It’s hard to say the words, they feel weird coming off your tongue. “Just use your hands or at least don’t get it on your tongue.”

He gives you a slow nod and brings his head further down until his lips are ghosting just above your clit. You can feel his breath on you and it makes your pulse race. Finally he closes the distance and wraps his plush lips around your already sensitive bud. You yelp and lift your hips up to meet him. He sucks in, lapping his perfect tongue over you once.

His name falls from your tongue as your eyes shut tight. He increases the pressure, running his tongue in slow circles around you. His hands come up to massage the inside skin of your thighs making you melt further into the bed. You open your eyes to see his closed and brows knit together in concentration.

It’s remarkable how perfect this man is. How dashing handsome, how funny, and how willing he is to do whatever he can to make you feel good. You really truly love him.

Your thoughts are cut off by an unpleasant ache deep in your stomach. It builds until it feels like a dull knife is twisting its way through you. “Oww.” You groan and he stops his movements at once.

“What's wrong?”

“Cramps, just hurts.”

His head lifts up farther to look straight at you. “I’m sorry baby, do you want me to stop? I can get you a heating pad or something?”

“No no, please, keep going, I'm ok.”

He takes a pause, obviously thinking about what to do, but he follows your command, letting his head fall back down to lap at you once more. Your hips buck up into his face and he buries himself further, increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Jake, fuck… feels good.”

His lips curl into a smile around you and his eyes flick up to yours as he extends his tongue, licking a slow stripe up your clit. The visual itself is so hot that you moan just at the sight of it. After a second, his still extended tongue dips down to your entrance, running back up until you can see a red streak painting it. You cringe at the sight, turning your head away once more, smiling bashfully into the pillow.

“It’s okay doll, don’t be shy. You taste goood.”

You look back up to see him spreading the scarlet paint around your bud, stretching back down to collect more. The added slick feels amazing, but you can’t shake the slight shame that comes along with it.

“That's so…” You start, deciding to shut your mouth when you can’t exactly think of what it is.

Gross? Maybe. Hot? Absolutely.

He smirks again and sinks his face down until the tip of his nose is nudging at your entrance. He brings his face back up proudly, showing you his new color. Your cheeks flush at the sight and he goes back to lapping at you hungrily.

His movements become more sloppy as your mouth opens, letting you desperate whimpers and whines. His lips and tongue run over you up and down, nudging at your clit with every movement until the better half of his face is covered in your mix of juices. It’s so incredibly dirty, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t extremely turned on by the obscenity of it all.

Your hand weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to you while he licks you through it. He slides his tongue into you while his nose nudges over your clit and he picks up a curling movement.

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Jake.”

“Right on my tongue, I wanna taste all of you.” He rushes out before connecting back to you with such force that you feel his skin hitting yours. He carelessly rolls his tongue around you, all over until you’re no doubt covered in red.

Every sinful flick of his tongue brings you closer and closer and you feel yourself right on the edge. Your grip in his hair tightens as your thighs start to shake, hips bucking up closer to his mouth.

He can tell you’re close and his movements pick up speed, the wet sounds growing in volume, but at this point you can’t seem to care in the slightest.

He moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending you over until you’re rocking up to meet him. He sucks and licks at you and your legs start to shake violently. Jake extends his tongue again, running up and down to collect your arousal before bringing it up to your clit once last time, swiping over it making you jerk up before settling back down into the soft bed.

Your breathing evens out and he lifts off of you to sit up. His nose and mouth are covered in a shiny red and he gives you an evil looking smile. Your cheeks flush a similar color and you watch as he fiddles with his belt buckle.

“That was so fucking hot baby, thank you for letting me do that.” He speaks earnestly and his smile softens. You can see the flat of his tongue is a deep red as well.

“That wasn’t like…” Again you trail off, not deciding how to finish your sentence.

“Nope. I want all of you, whatever form that may be.” He flashes you a handsome smile, running his tongue over his lips then over his teeth, staining them pink.

You cast your eyes away from his with another deep blush forming on your cheeks, but your eyes land on his cock, now hard and ready in his slowly pumping fist. You take in a breath at the sight of it. Without a word, he inches closer and drops his cock, letting it sway in the air while his hands come up to your legs.

He pulls them up until they are being held in the air at the perfect angle for him. He tightens his grip as he leans his hips forward, cock grazing your entrance. He lets out a huff, his eyes glued to your cunt. He tries to angle himself to slide in but his cock misses by an inch, instead sliding up to rest along your clit. He lets it drag heavily along you before lining up once more.

This time, the head gently pushes in and he sucks in a breath through gritted teeth. He stills for a moment then snaps into you in one swift move until he’s buried to the hilt as far in as he can go. It makes a loud squelching sound along with your matched groans of pleasure.

He feels so deep inside you that it’s the only thing you can feel. He starts to move in and out and you watch his cock get slowly painted red. He’s looking too and his lips curl up in amusement.

He picks up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with ease hitting the back of your walls with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking warm, you feel amazing.”

He pulls out again and lets his cock run over your clit once more. You bite your bottom lip, suppressing a moan as he begins to slide in once more. He dips in an inch then slams into you again, emitting a similar wet sloshing noise that makes your cheeks flush.

“Look at you, you’re just sucking me right in. Do I feel good baby?”

You look back up to see the darkened blood driying on his face. He watches your eyes widen at the sight and he simply chuckles.

“Do I look pretty with you all over me?”

You giggle nervously and he looks down to where your bodies meet. “I bet it's not as pretty as this pretty pussy. She’s all mine.” He emphasizes his words with a pointed thrust that makes you cry out. He starts pounding into you and your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him as close as possible.

The new angle has him hitting you deep with every thrust and soon you feel your body starting to submit to the pleasure. He must feel similarly because you can feel him start to lose his rhythm. He angles his hips up and snaps into you a few more times before he cries loudly and you can feel his cock twitch wildly, spilling into you making you feel even warmer.

He thrusts his cum deeper into you, holding it there as far in as it’ll go and your legs clench around his waist as it washes over you. Your hips buck up on their own accord as your hands stretch out to him, even though they don’t reach.

His name falls from your lips as you squeeze around him. He hisses and pulls out of you while you continue to shake and sputter soft sounds of pleasure. He sets your hips back on the bed and soothes a calming hand over your stomach, letting his fingers fall down to graze over your clit. Your hips jerk up softly at his touch and he smiles.

“You’re so responsive. And so so pretty.” His eyes glimmer and you feel your heart melting at his words.

“I love you Jake.”

“I love you.”

He bites his lip as his hand fists over his cock making it shine a similar crimson color. He shows you his hand and quickly places it over your stomach, huffing out an immature laugh. You look down in horror at the hand print adorning your stomach.

“Jake what the fuck?” You look back up to his face and burst out laughing. He’s such an idiot, but he’s perfect.

“Come on, let's go take a shower.”

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Thank you to everyone who reads/likes/reblogs my stuff, i very much appreciate you and you give me the motivation to keep writing <3

#i love writing but that shit is hard #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #greta van fic #series

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omg stawp 🫣🫣🫣🤭🤭❤️

Scarlet Flavor

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,338

“Baby…” His hand comes over his heart as his mouth drops. He’s just bullshitting, pretending to be scandalized. You roll your eyes through a laugh.

He takes a step closer. “What are you doing?” The toy clicks off.

“Nothing.” You say through a shy smile. You’re not embarrassed, not in the slightest, but there's still something mischievous in nature about getting caught.

“No.” Is all you can manage as your eyes lock on his devilish smirk as his hand slides up your bare thigh just shying away from your heat.

His other hand comes up and together they part your thighs as your head turns to bury itself into the cushion. His hands drop from your legs and his face twists in concern.

“What's wrong baby?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked. “I’m on my period Jake.”

He stays for a moment before pulling away to whisper into your mouth, “okay let’s do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m all bloody.” You say, scrunching up your face and crossing your arms.

Turning on his exaggerated British accent he says, very loudly, “You think Blackbeard was afraid of a little blood!!?”

He watches your thoughts flow through your head, bringing his finger up to tap at your temple. “Don’t overthink it sweetheart, I make you feel good, let me do that.”

“Ok fine, just- please just-” It’s hard to say the words, they feel weird coming off your tongue. “Just use your hands or at least don’t get it on your tongue.”

It’s remarkable how perfect this man is. How dashing handsome, how funny, and how willing he is to do whatever he can to make you feel good. You really truly love him.

“What's wrong?”

“Cramps, just hurts.”

His head lifts up farther to look straight at you. “I’m sorry baby, do you want me to stop? I can get you a heating pad or something?”

“No no, please, keep going, I'm ok.”

“Jake, fuck… feels good.”

“It’s okay doll, don’t be shy. You taste goood.”

“That's so…” You start, deciding to shut your mouth when you can’t exactly think of what it is.

Gross? Maybe. Hot? Absolutely.

Your hand weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to you while he licks you through it. He slides his tongue into you while his nose nudges over your clit and he picks up a curling movement.

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Jake.”

He can tell you’re close and his movements pick up speed, the wet sounds growing in volume, but at this point you can’t seem to care in the slightest.

“That was so fucking hot baby, thank you for letting me do that.” He speaks earnestly and his smile softens. You can see the flat of his tongue is a deep red as well.

“That wasn’t like…” Again you trail off, not deciding how to finish your sentence.

“Nope. I want all of you, whatever form that may be.” He flashes you a handsome smile, running his tongue over his lips then over his teeth, staining them pink.

He feels so deep inside you that it’s the only thing you can feel. He starts to move in and out and you watch his cock get slowly painted red. He’s looking too and his lips curl up in amusement.

He picks up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with ease hitting the back of your walls with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking warm, you feel amazing.”

“Look at you, you’re just sucking me right in. Do I feel good baby?”

You look back up to see the darkened blood driying on his face. He watches your eyes widen at the sight and he simply chuckles.

“Do I look pretty with you all over me?”

“You’re so responsive. And so so pretty.” His eyes glimmer and you feel your heart melting at his words.

“I love you Jake.”

“I love you.”

“Jake what the fuck?” You look back up to his face and burst out laughing. He’s such an idiot, but he’s perfect.

“Come on, let's go take a shower.”

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oh thank you 🤭❤️

A Lovey Promise 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 6,498

Warnings: *This fic will not be for everyone so read the warnings carefully* Sub Jake, anal fingering (m receiving), oral and rimming (m receiving), explicit sexual content, riding, nervousness (handled very well), gagging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight mentions of pain (only briefly), cum play, dares, teasing, hickeys, praise, mentions of alcohol, being tipsy, kissing, slight angst, cuddling, 18+ MDNI!!!

Summary: After an unforgettable night with your best friend due to a bet you couldn't refuse, you decide it's your turn to win and bet him about something he's apprehensive about a first...

Part 1

“Oh uh by the way.. I know this isn’t the best timing but uhh I don’t have any extra sheets so we’re gonna have to sleep on the couch…”

The morning sun stretching through the curtains of Jake’s living room pulls your sleepy eyes open until they come into focus, taking in your surroundings. You’re in the exact same position you fell asleep in, arms wrapped around Jake’s torso and legs intertwined with his.

His soft lips rest parted on your forehead. You can feel his gentle breath hitting your skin with every exhale. You crane your neck, breaking the contact, to look up at his sleeping face. His eyelids flutter a little as his breath catches and he lets out a snore. You have to hold your breath to keep from giggling.

Once you calm yourself down you take a moment to really look at him, to appreciate his peaceful state. You think that there has never been anyone to look so pretty sleeping. You think about how safe you are in his arms, and his in yours. This moment is so serene, so intimate and domestic that you wish to relive it as many times as possible, however that should manifest.

The sweet moment is short lived however when you notice something poking at your thigh. Your lips curl into a sheepish grin and you shift to a sitting position to wake him.

Before you summon the courage to do so, you admire him from above. He looks like an angel and you reach out your hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

You decide on starting the morning off on a mischievous note so you lean down to whisper in his ear in the sultriest voice you can muster.

“Goodmorning Jake.”

For a split second he stirs before his eyes blink open, lips smirking almost instantaneously as his eyes meet yours, like the memory of last night has been conjured up right then.

“Good Morning Lovey.”

He wordlessly pulls you back to cuddle him, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. Shamelessly really, you inhale his scent once more, suppressing a moan upon doing so. He lets out a small chuckle.

You can’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer, or rather horse…

“Looks like you’re excited to see me.”

“What makes you think I’m not excited about someone else?”

Oh he’s quick.

You pull away from him, shooting him a nasty look, but he just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m joking baby, relax.”

He pinches your nose with his fingers and you decide that a few more minutes of cuddling wouldn’t hurt.

After what was probably a few more hours of sleeping, the two of you decide to wake up for the day. Jake waltzes around his apartment, gathering ingredients for breakfast and he starts to make the traditional meal, pancakes and bacon. You can never go wrong with that.

He stands by the stove, flipping the pancakes with a spatula while you sit at the table, eyes raking over him dreamily while sipping on your steaming cup of coffee.

His hair falls messily by his shoulders, completely unbrushed and uncared for in the way that's your absolute favorite. Even his shirt is slightly ruffled, making it evident that he has just gotten out of bed, but something about it just makes your heart absolutely melt.

The next few minutes are enjoyed in silence, likely both thinking about the events of last night. It’s funny how you remember the whole thing, but there is not one shred of shame involved, not one single lick of regret. You hope he feels the same way. It doesn’t feel awkward now at all, thank god. This was expected however. The two of you are way too far gone for awkwardness.

Something in you is nagging you to talk about it though. To mention it just to gain the confirmation that it actually happened and wasn’t completely made up by you in your slightly drunken state. You rack your brain for a way to bring it up casually, as if it were no bigger a thought than one about the coffee in your hands.

“So Jake, any fun plans last night?”

It’s such a cheesy line, a dumb act of flirting, but you know he’ll gladly play along.

“Well I suppose… I won a very intriguing bet.”

He turns around as he speaks the words, resting his elbows on the counter behind him to lean back. His low cut shirt allows for a sliver of his chest to poke through, tanned and flushed, looking as edible as a juicy peach on a warm summer's day. One you’d like to take a bite out of.

He meets your gaze and his eyes narrow in, like he’s waiting for your response. Heat flashes across your features as you fight back a smile. He watches your face with a smirk of his own, reaching his fingers up to play along his lip. His smirk deepens when he notices your eyes lingering on his fingers.

“A bet really? That’s surprising.”

You stand up, abandoning your coffee to walk over to him. He stands up a little taller as you approach, eyes raking over you quickly.

“I don’t see how that would be surprising at all as a matter of fact.”

He crosses his arms proudly and you try to pull them back out to the side. He giggles and fights off your touch, effectively winning with his arms still crossed. You make a fake pout and he finally uncrosses them to reach out for you. You instinctively take the step, closing the distance as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You would be lying if you said the action didn’t shock you. You had half expected the whole situation of last night to be mostly forgotten about, something to make fun of in the future perhaps. But the way that his arms wrap around your wasit to pull you into his parted mouth makes you question everything.

He pulls away before you’ve had time to savor him, and he huffs a laugh. He returns his attention back to the pancakes. Now it’s your turn to cross your arms. Without even turning to look, he senses your frustration.

“You don’t have to be so desperate for me, I'm right here.”

His voice is cool and collected as he rasps out the words, making your jaw slack and an embarrassing sound flutter out of you. You pick it back up quickly. Thankfully he hasn’t turned around yet. To make matters worse, he starts whistling some tune, acting like he hasn’t said anything, you aren’t right behind him, and he didn’t finger fuck you last night giving you the best 4 orgasms of your life.

“I’m not desperate.” You whisper to which he shakes his head slowly, still not responding.

You take a second to wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, you speak again.

“Sure you won the bet Jake, but that doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I can win bets too, you know.”

He turns around, squinting his eyes at you playfully through a suppressed grin.

“I’m not trying to act better than you, just pointing out the fact that I have you absolutely wrapped around my finger.”

Your cheeks flame with the double meaning of his words, and it’s obvious that’s what he’s intended by the way he has to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from showing you his arrogant smile.

Ignoring the fact that he’s basically just insulted you, and that you kind of liked it, you feel the need to have a small victory. You decide it’s your turn to catch him off guard, and the words spill out of your mouth before you have the chance to bite them back.

“Well I bet I could make you cum with just my fingers.” You take another step forward until your breath is on his neck.

He ignores your looming presence, rolling his eyes. “Congratulations Lovey, you can give a handjob.”

You laugh at his unsuspecting responce, knowing that he hasn’t fully understood what you’ve said. You have him right where you want him.

“No Jakey. Not hand… fingers.” You reach them out to graze along his shoulder and he shudders under your touch.

His smile is wiped off his face and his posture straightens out. He clears his throat and returns his gaze back to the pancakes, shoveling a few of them onto a plate.

“You’re full of shit.”

“No I’m not, I’ve done it before.”

“Bet it was with that one boyfriend of yours. The flowers one.”

You roll your eyes. You can’t help but think his little comment is rooted in jealousy so you continue.

“So maybe it was. He said it was the best thing he had ever felt. Begged me to do it every time after. But youre ego is probably too fragile anyway.”

He snorts again, not meeting your eyes as he plates your food, putting some bacon on the plate too. Finally he turns around, looking into your eyes for a brief second before ripping them away.

He walks over to the table and places your plates down as he takes a chair. You follow him and take your seat, trying to meet his eyes as he very obviously tries to avert his. You can tell you’ve struck some sort of nerve so you abandon the topic, opting instead to compliment his chefing abilities as you take your first bite.

He thanks you, but doesn’t say much else. Tension quickly builds in the room, but not really the good kind. It’s hard to think of things to say and you can tell he’s feeling slightly uncomfortable. Suddenly the feeling of being unwanted floods through you and you feel the need to leave immediately. The feeling hurts slightly, and you blame yourself, feeling ashamed of what you said even though there wasn’t really anything wrong with it.

You finish your plate quickly and go to put it in the sink, but he makes a quick comment about him doing it later. You give him a small smile and he returns it, but it isn’t fully genuine, there's something holding him back.

You make up some excuse about needing to go home right away and all he offers you is a nod. He must see your face fall into a small frown because he pulls you in for a tight hug before you gather your things to rush out of the door. The hug melts away some of the feelings of unease and you wave goodbye before shutting the door to his apartment behind you.

On the way home you think about the way he tensed up when you said it. Maybe what you said was a mistake, but something about the way he looks tells you otherwise. It’s hard to completely explain it, but you know him. If he had been completely opposed to the idea, he would have laughed in your face, waving you off with complete confidence. However it more seemed like the thought was surprising to him, out of his comfort zone perhaps, not necessarily off limits.

Three days pass with absolutely no sign from him. No calls, no texts, no random visits to your house. It hurts, but you know it's temporary. You really hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable and the thought eats away at you. You decide not to reach out either, giving him space to come to you.

Finally your phone buzzes on the table and you brace yourself in case it isn’t him. After days of every notification sending your heart racing in hopes of it being him, you had started to feel a little crazy, but thankfully this time you see his beautiful perfect name flash across the screen.

Jakey Boy

Come over today at 9?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you immediately jump in the shower to get ready for tonight. For the first time in years since being his friend, you actually feel nervous about seeing him. Anything could happen.

After hours of jittery anticipation, you stand outside of his door, trying to find the strength to knock. Almost the second your hand hits the wood, the door is being swung open, and there stands Jake with a smile on his face.

The look he gives you is infectious and your face copies his with a smile of your own. You give him a polite hug and walk yourself into the apartment, setting your bag down on the table before plopping down on the couch.

“So a movie?”

“Yeah maybe maybe…”

He comes to sit down next to you, fidgeting with his hands slightly as he sits farther away than he normally would. You try to hide the slight concern that creeps up on your face seeing him so nervous, but you wait a second to see what he’ll say.

“Sorry I didn’t text you. I feel like a dick.”

“It’s okay Jake, really.”

He offers you a smile and averts his eyes once more, settling instead on his lap. Finally breaking the awkward silence, he speaks through a laugh.

“So I thought about what you said…”

“Oh really?” You pretend to be surprised at what he;s said, however you knew immediately when he opened the door for you that this visit was going to be about… that. He blushes making your chest feel a bit warmer. He almost never blushes.

“Yeah I did. I’ll let you do it, and well…” He shoots you a smug look. “I don’t think you can, but I’m willing to let you try.”

He lets the statement settle for a moment before giving you a slight smirk and you can tell he’s made himself a lot more comfortable with the idea over the days of waiting.

“Are you sure Jake, we don’t have to.” You try to hold back your feelings of excitement by sounding genuine, but he knows you want it just as bad as he does. “No, I want to.” He rushes out, clearing his throat and laughing at himself slightly.

You give him a sweet smile and he stands up, making your heart drop. Maybe you weren’t ready to start right this second, but to your relief, he only walks over to the wine cabinet - probably a better idea. When he comes back with two glasses and a nice bottle of Pinot Noir, you rub your hands together excitedly.

He pours you both a generous amount and you get started right away, drinking back the silky red liquid.

“So what made you change your mind?”

“Well to be honest, I looked it up. It was pretty hot. Decided… fuck it. Well no, that’s a lie. I wanted it, wanted to see what it would feel like.”

His vulnerability makes you feel proud as he meets your eyes with a shy smile. The mutual trust feels almost tangible as you both let yourselves just look at one another. You scoot closer to him and rest your elbow on the couch to lay your head in your hand, gazing at his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

“Yeah it is pretty hot. For me too.”

You look at his lips for a moment, watching as his tongue smooths them over. He takes another sip of the wine and you do the same.

After a few minutes of some light conversing and finishing a glass of wine, he fills both your glasses and you easily drink down another one. The talking turns to giggling before a comfortable silence finds its way over the two of you. You can tell he’s acting a little more on the reserved side so you decide to reach in for a kiss.

Obviously you’re nervous too, but not terribly since it’s only Jake. It makes you happy to know he trusts you with this as well. And fuck you are excited to watch him fall apart…

When his lips meet yours they're timid at first, only lingering at your bottom lip, but you roughly pull his shirt to bring him closer as you instantly slip your tongue past his lips. He lets out a moan as you sneak your hands into his freshly washed hair, tugging slightly at the root, the sounds he makes setting you wild.

You straddle his lap and he pulls you closer to him as your hands travel over each other. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and what you’re doing so you slow it down a little, opting to just tease him with your tongue, licking a stripe up his parted lips.

You pull back as you both open your eyes, staring silently at the other through deep breaths. You take the opportunity to slide off of him, settling in your place on the floor, gazing up to his sweet chocolate eyes.

You watch in real time as the realization hits him too and he delivers another shy smile. It’s funny seeing him like this, almost bashful, so unlike the way he usually acts. But you love it all the same. You love the feeling of power that it gives you, before you’ve even started.

Your hands slide up his legs to run up his thighs, stopping short of the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes follow you as your fingers work to unbutton his jeans before sliding them off. He picks up his feet to help you pull them off completely before he’s sitting before you in just his boxers.

You’ve never seen him past this point. You’ve only ever gotten the pleasure of using your imagination, which, admittedly you’ve done a lot. It’s the kind of excitement that makes your heart pound against your chest until you can hear it in your ears and feel it through your dripping panties.

Your eyes flick up to his in question and he gives you a slight nod. He lifts his hips off the bed, but you gently push them down, hoping to savor the moment before going further. It’s your turn to put on a show for him now, so you hold his gaze while your hand slides over his erection. He sucks in a gasp as you feel him through the thin fabric, eyes never leaving yours.

He feels hard and warm against your palm and you squeeze gently before sitting up on your knees to reach him with your mouth. Your cup your mouth around his length, traveling to the tip through the fabric. He lets out the most beautiful sigh at the slight contact.

If he’s already being this vocal… this is going to be fun.

You shoot him a flashy smile and hook your fingers in his waistband. Garnering anticipation, you pull them slowly down until his hard cock slaps against his stomach in a way that makes your thighs clench together.

The sight of it makes your mouth water and you have to physically push away the urge to swallow it down. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’ve imagined this moment many times before, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size of him.

You can't help slightly gawking at its thickness and length. The way the head is slightly pink and already dripping precum out of the slit. All you want to do is taste him, but that will have to wait…

You look up to see him shifting nervously on the couch and you reach out to smooth your hand over his thigh again, ready to go as slow as he needs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I am, just a little nervous.”

You smile to yourself at his complete shift in demeanor. It’s hard to believe this is even Jake right now, letting you do this.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you Lovey. That’s why you’re here.” He rolls his eyes, but cuts the action short to give you a genuine smile.

“Are you ready?”

He gives a slow nod and you kiss the skin of his calf which rests on the floor. Giving him an encouraging look, you push his legs further apart and watch as his eyes widen for just a moment.

“Can you pull your legs up baby?”

“Like this?”

He gives you a playful smirk, obviously feeling more comfortable in his role for the night as he hikes his legs up on the couch. He looks so beautiful, so fucking sexy spread out on display for you that you swallow back a moan at the mere sight of it.

“Yeah… like that. Perfect.”

His eyes flash with something, a look of appreciation for your praise, something you will so happily give him if it means watching him like this.

You’re just about to reach out and touch him, but you remember something rather important.

“Wait, do you have any lube?”

“Uh no, why would I have that?”

You laugh slightly, realizing he’s probably right in that it’s something he could go without, considering…

An idea forms in your head, one that makes your heart beat a little faster. In a risky move, you sit up on your knees to bring your fingers to his mouth. Surprising you and himself, he opens for you, spreading his pink tongue out all the way.

His open wide, sparkling up at you as you slide two fingers, as gently as you can, to the back of his throat. He emits a soft gag around them and you bite your lip. You take the collected saliva and bring your fingers back down. He watches attentively.

Slowly and carefully you press your fingers to him, just applying slight pressure and you begin to circle them around his entrance.

His brows knit up in pleasure as his lip is tucked between his teeth. A small whimper escapes him so you press in a little further. His mouth falls open as his head tilts back, showing you his bobbing adam's apple that you want so badly to lick and suck at.

He forces himself to look back up and meet your eyes with a smirky grin as you press just the tip of your finger inside him, watching as his expression turns timid and a shaky moan falls from his open mouth. His legs tense up and you place a hand on his thigh as you press in just an inch.

“Fuck, I think I like it…”

He already sounds fucked out, voice quiet and quivering as the confession slips out of him. You hum in response and present him with a little curl of your finger. He moans again, gritting his teeth and hissing slightly.

“Feels good Jake?”

“So good, give me more, please.”

“Now who’s desperate?”

You smirk at him again as his eyes narrow in annoyance. “Shut u-“ His protest is cut off by a short gasp that's followed by an airy sigh as you press your finger all the way in.

His voice raises in volume and he moans a curse that sounds more like gibberish. His cock twitches as you start to pull your finger out, stilling it halfway to push back in.

“I didn’t know- I didn’t know it would f-feel this good…”

“I told you.”

You pull your finger out to rub slow circles around his tight entrance, getting ready to add another. He watches, breathing shallow as you rub both over him, just teasing. You pull them away, letting a trail of your own spit fall onto them before circling over him once more.

His eyes follow your fingers lazily, chest rising and falling and stomach muscles tensing when you start to push them in. You can't wait any longer so you push them in as far as they’ll go and he lets out a deep groan that makes the wetness in your panties grow significantly.

You curl your fingers up and his voice raises an octave. He lets out a dreamy whimper that makes him sound so soft and sweet.

“Fuck.. do that again, right there right there.”

You bite your lip as you start to pick up a rhythm, pushing in gently and curling up then pulling out and repeating. “You want my fingers right there Jakey?”

“Yes, fuckk.” His string of curses turns into an incoherent mess as you continue to work him. He jerks up every few seconds, relaxing back into the cushions with a choked out sigh.

When you pick up the speed a little, adding the slightest thrust to your movement, he loses it, moaning your name over and over again.

“Y/n please please, y/n please, y/n… y/n.”

“I know I know, just relax and take it baby.”

You rest your head on the couch just underneath the underside of his thigh to watch your fingers work away at him, breaking away every few seconds to watch the way his face tenses up, making sure he’s still enjoying it. His eyes are mostly shut right as his teeth are bared and short breaths of pleasure are sucked in.

“Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum Lovey…”

He opens his eyes and meets yours, looking almost scared as it builds up, slowly starting to wash over him. He looks like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It’s hard to keep going through the need to just feel his lips on yours, his anything on yours.

He starts to clench around your fingers, cock twitching and mouth hanging slightly agape as his moans get louder.

“Do it Jakey, just let it go, be a good boy for me.”

Your final words of praise push him over the edge. His legs fall from his grasp as he lets out a guttural moan that hitches and turns into a sweet little whine through the air. Your fingers pump in and out of him as his whole body contorts until a thick rope of cum shoots out of his tip, landing hot on his tummy.

You take in the sight before you and let out a small whimper, but he’s too far gone to notice. His head falls back into the pillows and you gently slide your fingers out of him.

You rise once more and he tilts his head back down to watch you. With the most innocent look you can muster, you lower your head to his stomach and stare into his half lidden eyes as you lap up his warm cum, moaning and letting your eyes close as it passes your lips.

You take the time to clean up every last drop before leaving a little hickey in its place. You pop off of the skin and look up to him, extending your tongue to show him his prize. You then swallow it down, giving him a small smile as he watches you. Without saying anymore, his hands reach for you, desperate and impatient as he pulls you closer to him.

It surprises you when he pulls you in for a kiss but you gladly return the action. He kisses you with fervor, grasping both hands around your face to pull you as close as possible. You weave your hands in his hair and part your lips to let his tongue slip past. He licks into your mouth, biting your top lip and you let out a whimper.

He pulls away to kiss along your neck, sucking in little purple marks until he makes his way to your ear.

“That was fucking amazing. Thank you. And I’m already fucking hard again. You make me so hard.” He rasps against the shell of your ear, voice sounding so needy and gone, but also rough and ready.

“It was my pleasure.”

You turn to look at him and can see he’s thinking about something. There’s a momentary pause before he brings his mouth back to your ear.

“You could use your mouth you know… if you wanted. I just, saw it in the video and though maybe-“

You pull away from him and look at his face. He looks shy again, small, but still a small smile dashes across his features.

“You want me to?”

“Well if you want…”

“But you want me to? It’s okay to ask for what you want.”

“Yes.”

You pet his hair as you smile down at him, feeling both proud and unbelievably turned on. It takes increasing difficulty to ignore the wetness he’s created between your thighs, but you’ll do it for him if it means making him feel good.

“Aww pretty boy Jakey wants my mouth in places he shouldn’t?”

Your heart skips a beat when you watch his cheeks flush a deep pink. Something about the power you have over him sparks something inside you. Something that wants to please, to get a reaction. "You can only imagine that’s how he must have felt when you were at his mercy."

“Maybe I do.”

You kiss him again, just to feel his lips on yours. The wet sounds you make when your mouths connect should make you feel ashamed, but you simply forget to feel anything other than him. He moans into your open mouth and you seal the kiss with your tongue. Breaking away once more you stare into his eyes, trying to get a sense of what those pretty little thoughts are inside his head.

You give him a smile as you move in to kiss his neck, trailing down to the flesh of his stomach, to the base of his cock while your hand comes up to stroke him. He flinches as you squeeze around him, dragging your hand up and down his length as your mouth finds the tip. You draw it into your mouth to swirl your tongue around before letting go with a little pop.

You tease the underside of it with tiny kitten licks until he’s a moaning mess above you, but you stop all together making him whine in protest. You lick a slow stripe from the underside to his balls, licking and kissing at the skin before moving even lower.

His breathing quickly becomes sporadic as you deliver a quick swipe of your tongue over his entrance. You feel him tense up at the contact, but quickly melt away at your touch. You lick over him once more, slow and long, letting him feel all the movements of your tongue.

You’re sure the visual is absolutely obscene and you can feel his heated stare on you. His eyes watch with such rapt attention that you know he loves it. You close your eyes for a second, letting yourself imagine what the two of you must look like… you decide you love it too.

Your hand comes up to stroke along his length again as you sway your head side to side with your outstretched tongue running over him.

“Fuck, do that again, please.”

His begging is delicious and serves to deepen the ache in your soaked cunt. Stroking him a little faster, you repeat the action, letting your tongue curve into the shape of him as it passes back and forth. He lets out another dreamy sigh and you switch back to delivering slow long licks.

Something about the vulgarity of the whole act makes you feel so alive, so full of fire, ready and willing to do anything if it means watching him feel this good.

You lift off of him only for a split second to spit into your hand, gathering slick to stroke over his length faster. He groans in appreciation as your tongue swiftly makes its way back, delivering small flicks over him with every stroke.

You pick up a pattern of the small fast flicks then slow languish ones that linger with a circle motion. You can tell he likes it because his toes curl and his breath hitches, and his cock twitches wildly in your hand.

Just the very tip of your tongue dips inside as your hand squeezes him and the mixed action makes him gasp tiny intakes of breath that make him sound so sweet. “Mmsoclose.” He struggles out through a shaky moan, hardly sounding coherent.

His legs spread wider on their own accord and your hard begins to move up and down his hardened cock faster, this time with a purpose. To your surprise, his strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, pulling your mouth closer to him. You seal your lips around his entrance, sucking in as your tongue laps over him once more.

He curses loudly and pulls you in even closer as you repeat the motions over and over again. You can feel him clenching and cock jerking as it begins to spill out of him. His open mouth babbles scattered noises, some rough and low others high pitches and whiney until his hand strongly grips your hair to the point of there being pain, accept you can’t seem to care.

You continue to work him with your mouth and hand until he rips you away, struggling to catch his breath. Your hand still wraps loosely around his cock and you stroke it a few times, just to watch the cum slowly leak from the tip.

“Fuck.” He looks to you as you stand, dropping your hand from him.

Unable to ignore the built up heat between your legs any longer, you rip off your shirt in one move and quickly undo your bra. He watches awestruck as you quickly rid yourself of your sweats and panties. His eyes fall to your chest, traveling down over the length of your body until a smirk appears on his lips.

“I still think you’re the desperate one.”

“Shut up. Let me ride you.”

It’s hard to recognize yourself as the person speaking, but It’s been the one thing you’ve been able to think about since the moment your eyes landed on his beautiful thick cock.

“I don’t know, I- I want to, but I don’t have another one in me.”

“You don’t have to cum, please it’ll only take me a few minutes, I need to cum so badly. Need your cock. Please Jake.” You don’t care that you’re begging, don’t care how embarrassing you must sound, you just need him. Right. Now.

“Okay yeah, come here Lovey, take a seat.”

Smiling, you climb over him, reaching back to position him as you slowly slide down, sighing at the slight stretch. When you bottom out, you grip your hands into the meat of his shoulders and watch his eyes stare at your bouncing tits when you start to move up and down.

He feels so big inside you, so warm and perfect. Every time you sit down fully, feeling his skin against yours, you can feel the weight of him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. You tilt your head back, letting out a moan before the sound of him gritting his teeth painfully pulls you back, making you completely hault your motions.

“What’s wrong?”

“It's just so… sensitive.” His eyes are still shut tight as he speaks.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Just a little, but… just keep going, I want you to cum, wanna see it all over my cock.”

You frown, not wanting to cause him even a second's worth of pain, but when he sees that you won’t move yourself, his strong hands find their way to your hips and he holds you up so he can thrust his hips up to meet you. The swift action catches you off guard and your hands fall from his shoulders to rest on his knees behind you instead.

Something about him submitting himself to discomfort to please you makes you feel like some higher power, some god. All the power tonight has been rushing to your head, but it feels too good.

You watch his eyes flicker back and forth between your bouncing tits and connecting bodies and his eyes squint every few seconds. He looks so fucked out and he continues to snap his hips into you until his breathing becomes heavy and yours short.

Everytime he drives into you you can feel yourself coming a little more undone. Every pointed thrust hits at the exact perfect angle and you know it's only a matter of time before you completely lose it. He loses his rhythm, taking a break to rest his aching muscles before picking up an even faster and harder speed.

Your legs serve to be useless by the way he’s using all his strength to hold you up, so you have no choice but to sit limp and take the merciless thrusts he gives you. Something about the sudden loss of control makes your head spin and tightens the coil threatening to snap inside you.

“Fuck, Lovey you gotta cum, I can’t-fuckingtake it much longer… please, give it to me.”

His eyes shut tight and his brows knit together and that’s soon your body starts to shake. You can feel yourself coating him as he continues to drive into you, showing no signs of stopping. The sounds you’re making are absolutely unholy but you couldn’t be bothered in the slightest.

You mutter his name over and over again until you can’t see straight. It takes you a second to realize how hard you’ve been gripping his shoulders so you release the hold as he begins to slow his movements. He comes to a stopping point and your vision clears until you see the marks you’ve made on his skin. He doesn’t even seem to notice, all he can look at is his cock sliding in and out of you until he stills deep inside.

You take a breath, regaining your footing as he shoots into you one last time, just to see the way your body shakes and clenches around him.

“Oh my fucking god, felt so good.”

He doesn’t respond, just looks at you dreamily, different than he’s looked before, like something has changed. You lift off of him and sit next to him on the couch, not caring in the slightest of the wet mess between your thighs. You lay your head on his shoulder and his hand immediately goes to stroke your hair, like a magnet to a metal.

“You know, no one has ever made me cum twice before.”

Your head perks up. “Really?”

“Yeah really, you’re the first.”

“Oh so I totally won the bet.”

“You did, you earned it.” He laughs slightly.

“If I made you cum twice, for the first time ever, what does that make me?”

“Well every Sex God needs a Sex Goddess.”

You giggle against his warm skin.

“I’m serious though. Is my sex goddess doing anything this friday?”

“No, why?”

“Can I take you out?”

“Like on a real date?”

“Yes Lovey, like on a real date.”

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Scarlet Flavor

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,338

“Baby…” His hand comes over his heart as his mouth drops. He’s just bullshitting, pretending to be scandalized. You roll your eyes through a laugh.

He takes a step closer. “What are you doing?” The toy clicks off.

“Nothing.” You say through a shy smile. You’re not embarrassed, not in the slightest, but there's still something mischievous in nature about getting caught.

“No.” Is all you can manage as your eyes lock on his devilish smirk as his hand slides up your bare thigh just shying away from your heat.

His other hand comes up and together they part your thighs as your head turns to bury itself into the cushion. His hands drop from your legs and his face twists in concern.

“What's wrong baby?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked. “I’m on my period Jake.”

He stays for a moment before pulling away to whisper into your mouth, “okay let’s do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m all bloody.” You say, scrunching up your face and crossing your arms.

Turning on his exaggerated British accent he says, very loudly, “You think Blackbeard was afraid of a little blood!!?”

He watches your thoughts flow through your head, bringing his finger up to tap at your temple. “Don’t overthink it sweetheart, I make you feel good, let me do that.”

“Ok fine, just- please just-” It’s hard to say the words, they feel weird coming off your tongue. “Just use your hands or at least don’t get it on your tongue.”

It’s remarkable how perfect this man is. How dashing handsome, how funny, and how willing he is to do whatever he can to make you feel good. You really truly love him.

“What's wrong?”

“Cramps, just hurts.”

His head lifts up farther to look straight at you. “I’m sorry baby, do you want me to stop? I can get you a heating pad or something?”

“No no, please, keep going, I'm ok.”

“Jake, fuck… feels good.”

“It’s okay doll, don’t be shy. You taste goood.”

“That's so…” You start, deciding to shut your mouth when you can’t exactly think of what it is.

Gross? Maybe. Hot? Absolutely.

Your hand weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to you while he licks you through it. He slides his tongue into you while his nose nudges over your clit and he picks up a curling movement.

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Jake.”

He can tell you’re close and his movements pick up speed, the wet sounds growing in volume, but at this point you can’t seem to care in the slightest.

“That was so fucking hot baby, thank you for letting me do that.” He speaks earnestly and his smile softens. You can see the flat of his tongue is a deep red as well.

“That wasn’t like…” Again you trail off, not deciding how to finish your sentence.

“Nope. I want all of you, whatever form that may be.” He flashes you a handsome smile, running his tongue over his lips then over his teeth, staining them pink.

He feels so deep inside you that it’s the only thing you can feel. He starts to move in and out and you watch his cock get slowly painted red. He’s looking too and his lips curl up in amusement.

He picks up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with ease hitting the back of your walls with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking warm, you feel amazing.”

“Look at you, you’re just sucking me right in. Do I feel good baby?”

You look back up to see the darkened blood driying on his face. He watches your eyes widen at the sight and he simply chuckles.

“Do I look pretty with you all over me?”

“You’re so responsive. And so so pretty.” His eyes glimmer and you feel your heart melting at his words.

“I love you Jake.”

“I love you.”

“Jake what the fuck?” You look back up to his face and burst out laughing. He’s such an idiot, but he’s perfect.

“Come on, let's go take a shower.”

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jakescaravel · 2 months

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This is mostly an indefinite place for me to plop fics I read that I liked so I can find them later to reread. I have not read much so I am always open to fic recommendations! Or if you want you can always just hop into my inbox and send me whatever thirsty thoughts you’re having for the day and we can discuss

*most if not all of these works are for 18+ readers only. Please read the tags for each work

✨Highly recommend

𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓴𝓪:

Bound by @gvfgal

Bootleggers and Wildflowers by @writingcold

Roommates by @daisyful-gvf

A Lovey Promise: part 1, ✨part 2 by @jakescaravel

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓦𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓻:

Show Me by @vanfleeter

✨Strawberry Wine by @frozenlight-gvf

𝓢𝓪𝓶 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓴𝓪:

𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓴𝓪:

Endless Summer by @anthemofgvf

✨Iced Chai Universe by @gracev0609 *includes x Danny

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂:

But You Look So Cool by @ofthecaravel

Autumn in Vermont by @hyperfixated-gvf

Fire/Fear by @hyperfixated-gvf

It Takes Three to Tango by @spark-my-nature (f/m/m)

✨Brandy by @ofthecaravel

𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂:

Scream For Me by @satans-helper

Keep Going by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

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jakescaravel · 2 months

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Scarlet Flavor

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,338

“Baby…” His hand comes over his heart as his mouth drops. He’s just bullshitting, pretending to be scandalized. You roll your eyes through a laugh.

He takes a step closer. “What are you doing?” The toy clicks off.

“Nothing.” You say through a shy smile. You’re not embarrassed, not in the slightest, but there's still something mischievous in nature about getting caught.

“No.” Is all you can manage as your eyes lock on his devilish smirk as his hand slides up your bare thigh just shying away from your heat.

His other hand comes up and together they part your thighs as your head turns to bury itself into the cushion. His hands drop from your legs and his face twists in concern.

“What's wrong baby?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked. “I’m on my period Jake.”

He stays for a moment before pulling away to whisper into your mouth, “okay let’s do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m all bloody.” You say, scrunching up your face and crossing your arms.

Turning on his exaggerated British accent he says, very loudly, “You think Blackbeard was afraid of a little blood!!?”

He watches your thoughts flow through your head, bringing his finger up to tap at your temple. “Don’t overthink it sweetheart, I make you feel good, let me do that.”

“Ok fine, just- please just-” It’s hard to say the words, they feel weird coming off your tongue. “Just use your hands or at least don’t get it on your tongue.”

It’s remarkable how perfect this man is. How dashing handsome, how funny, and how willing he is to do whatever he can to make you feel good. You really truly love him.

“What's wrong?”

“Cramps, just hurts.”

His head lifts up farther to look straight at you. “I’m sorry baby, do you want me to stop? I can get you a heating pad or something?”

“No no, please, keep going, I'm ok.”

“Jake, fuck… feels good.”

“It’s okay doll, don’t be shy. You taste goood.”

“That's so…” You start, deciding to shut your mouth when you can’t exactly think of what it is.

Gross? Maybe. Hot? Absolutely.

Your hand weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to you while he licks you through it. He slides his tongue into you while his nose nudges over your clit and he picks up a curling movement.

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Jake.”

He can tell you’re close and his movements pick up speed, the wet sounds growing in volume, but at this point you can’t seem to care in the slightest.

“That was so fucking hot baby, thank you for letting me do that.” He speaks earnestly and his smile softens. You can see the flat of his tongue is a deep red as well.

“That wasn’t like…” Again you trail off, not deciding how to finish your sentence.

“Nope. I want all of you, whatever form that may be.” He flashes you a handsome smile, running his tongue over his lips then over his teeth, staining them pink.

He feels so deep inside you that it’s the only thing you can feel. He starts to move in and out and you watch his cock get slowly painted red. He’s looking too and his lips curl up in amusement.

He picks up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with ease hitting the back of your walls with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking warm, you feel amazing.”

“Look at you, you’re just sucking me right in. Do I feel good baby?”

You look back up to see the darkened blood driying on his face. He watches your eyes widen at the sight and he simply chuckles.

“Do I look pretty with you all over me?”

“You’re so responsive. And so so pretty.” His eyes glimmer and you feel your heart melting at his words.

“I love you Jake.”

“I love you.”

“Jake what the fuck?” You look back up to his face and burst out laughing. He’s such an idiot, but he’s perfect.

“Come on, let's go take a shower.”

#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fic #greta van fleet #smut #romance #fluff #period sex

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