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Share Our Skin. (part 2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This is the second part of a wonderful request from the lovely @twistedmelodies. This series is going to have one more part; the first two are building the background for the third and last chapter that is going to be 🔥.

I really hope you like this.

Share Our Skin (part 1)

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Word count: 8K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, drinking, sexual tension, blood, graphic sexual content, language, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f! and m! receiving), protected sex, spanking, light choking.

Summary: In need to recover from a terrible day at work, you decide to go to a nearby bar. But danger is always lurking. _____________________________________

Work had been a nightmare and by the middle of the week you were already exasperated by it.

You really needed a distraction or else you were going to end up getting yourself fired and you really couldn't afford that.

You just needed to relax a bit.

You thought about inviting Josh over, but you really didn't want to bother him. You knew he had a lot to do since the cinema had received many new film rolls and he had to classify them.

That's why you ended up in an old fashioned bar a few blocks away from your house.

As soon as you entered, you regretted it.

The music was too loud and it was incredibly crowded for a Wednesday evening.

And you felt awkward. Extremely awkward.

You weren't used to going to a bar on your own, so you felt really out of place.

But you desperately needed a distraction.

You settled at the bar and ordered a gin tonic.

While you waited for the bartender to prepare your drink, you took a shy look around.

Across from you, there was a makeshift stage with a microphone stand, a few stacked amps, a drum kit and some other instruments.

But the band was nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't too late though, so you assumed the show was still about to start.

You heard the dull thud of your glass hitting the counter in front of you and you turned.

"He is always late" you heard the bartender scoff as he motioned with his head towards the stage.

As you took a sip of your drink and winced at the sting of the alcohol, you saw some commotion on stage.

A boy about your age sauntered onto the stage, grabbed a battered acoustic guitar, plugged it into the amp and approached the mic.

He had long brown hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a fringed black jacket with nothing underneath and tight black leather pants. His smooth tanned chest, adorned with many necklaces, was on full display as he adjusted the strap of his guitar. He looked like a modern day pirate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, good evening" he said in a deep warm voice that tickled your ears just right.

"Who's ready for some rock and roll?" He continued and someone cheered loudly in the bar.

His features looked familiar, although you were sure you had never seen him before.

You would have remembered him. Without any doubt.

You were trying to pinpoint what exactly was familiar to you about him and in doing so you were blatantly staring at him.

He noticed and you thought you saw him winking towards you, but you weren't really sure.

You scoffed.

You were sure he was going to bore you to death with his wannabe rockstar demeanor.

You finished your drink and were about to stand to pay and exit, already regretting your poor choice of bar, when he started playing an intricate acoustic melody you had never heard before that glued you to your spot.

You turned with a surprised expression on your face and you saw he was already looking at you with a beautiful smile.

You couldn't stop your gaze from drifting to his fingers.

You were mesmerized by the speed and precision with which he slid them up and down the neck of the guitar to create otherworldly sounds.

You observed as he sat on a high bar stool and started tapping his foot and nodding his head to the rhythm of the music, getting lost in it, his hair swaying around his face as he slowly transitioned to the next song.

You recognised it.

It was Heart of Gold by Neil Young.

When he started singing softly into the mic with his eyes closed, you felt a strange warmth spread into your chest. His voice was deep, smooth and made you shiver, enveloping you in the melody every second more.

You were reconsidering him. He was really talented.

Then he reached into his jacket pocket and fished out a tiny armonica, bringing it to his lips.

He started playing it softly but passionately, with his eyes closed and his head slightly tipped back.

He looked angelic and sinful at the same time.

When the song finished, the crowd cheered and you joined, clapping your hands with the others.

After a few more acoustic songs, you learnt that that was only his warm-up.

When he jumped off the stool, unplugged the acoustic and grabbed an electric guitar, you knew the show was just starting.

As soon as he plugged it in, he executed a quick riff, making it echo in the room and looking playfully at the crowd, as if saying "you are in for a good one tonight."

His stare landed on you and he unmistakably winked in your direction this time.

He looked like trouble. You knew it.

A shiver ran down your spine as his eyes locked with yours and a little voice in your head screamed at you to leave as fast as you could.

But you ignored it and, instead, turned more towards him, observing his show closely.

If he had looked ethereal and angelic with the acoustic, he looked absolutely devilish and dangerous with the electric.

He started playing like a madman, then.

The cherry red vintage Gibson that swung low against his hips looked like a little horned devil, held hostage and helpless in his expert unrelenting grasp.

You envied it.

Incredibly.

You had never wished to become an inanimate object. But there was a first for everything and there you were.

When that thought crossed your mind, you blushed, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

The air completely left your lungs as you observed him, rocking his hips and rolling his body against the wood of the instrument.

The more intense the song became, the more indecent his moves turned.

Sexual was the right word to describe his way of playing, feeling the music deep within his body.

You took a sneaky look around, to see if the crowd of customers around you was watching the same show as you, but nobody seemed bothered by his lascivious behaviour.

A few girls at the table in front of the very stage cheered frivolously, but he didn't even acknowledge them.

When he wasn't focused on his instrument, he had only eyes for you. And you for him.

And every time his eyes met yours, a shiver ran down your body and a warning rang through your ears.

But his music was too loud for you to pay attention to your subconscious.

You felt your arousal start ruining your panties as your mind started conjuring the most improper thoughts while watching him play and rut his hips against his guitar.

You blushed, embarrassed beyond belief to the kind of thought you were having about a complete stranger and, finally, you managed to detach your eyes from his body.

Your gaze drifted to his face and that was the biggest mistake you had ever made.

If his movements, for someone, may allude to acts only made for a private audience, his expressions were utterly and unmistakably pornografic.

You clenched your thighs, involuntarily, as you noticed the way his full lips glistened with sweat and saliva from the amount of times he licked them.

His chest was glistening too and rising and falling rapidly.

His brows furrowed and his mouth contorted in a silent scream as he reached the high of the song and suddenly arched his back.

You wished you could hear all the little sounds that escaped his beautiful sinful mouth.

You wished you could feel the tips of his fingers on your skin.

You wished he would hold you tight and play you exactly like he did his guitar.

You wished to feel the vigour of his hips against yours.

Fuck, you need to stop, unless you want to ruin this stool, you thought.

You almost jumped off it when the bartender slammed a glass against the counter for the man right next to you and you lost the last few notes of the song.

Then his voice reached your ears again.

He was almost breathless and his voice was a little hoarse.

"The next one is the last song for tonight, thank you so much for having me." He said with a warm smile that made his eyes shine.

Then his eyes landed on you again and his smile turned into a smirk.

A single word started flashing in your brain in bold red letters.

DANGER

But what he said next erased every reasonable thought from your mind, stopping you from making the coherent decision of leaving.

"I am going to dedicate this one to the mysterious girl sitting at the counter, who has only had eyes for me" he mused into the mic, his raspy voice making your entire body cover in goosebumps when you understood he was talking about you.

"Let's see if you recognise it" he added, looking directly towards you and winking.

You saw everybody in the room turn towards you and you blushed, wishing for the ground to open and swallow you, bringing you to the place you knew you belonged right then.

You recognised the song from the first few notes and you shuddered.

You regretted not having listened to your subconscious.

You should have left.

The song was one of your favorite, ever.

Kings of Leon.

Sex on fire.

And God, you were feeling every little flame all around you.

It started low on the ground around your feet. Slowly, imaginary flames started licking up your body, enveloping you completely, the more the song extended.

You felt like you were burning for him at the stake.

The guitar was sending little tingles down every single nerve ending of your body, deranging your soul completely.

But when he started singing, you knew you weren't going to leave that place untarnished.

His voice was gravelly and rough. The more he sang, the tighter the invisible rope he had wrapped around you from the very first second he stepped onto the stage wrapped around your body and mind.

He was making you his without even touching you.

And that was driving you crazy.

He sang the chorus with his gaze locked with yours.

And his eyes said it all.

Welcome to Hell, baby.

The sudden improvised guitar solo had you sinking your nails into your palms and biting the inside of your cheeks to the point that you tasted blood on your tongue.

He was on fire too as he played, shredding like his life depended on it and moving so sinfully, causing thought so devious into your mind that you felt the need to run to the nearest church and repent for all your sins.

You wanted him in the most depraved ways.

You wanted him to do aberrant things to you.

And what disgusted you the most was that you were ready to beg for it.

As the song ended, with a piercing drawn out note that echoed in the room and bounced against every wall, you felt the need to smoke a cigarette even though you had never smoked in your life.

Your instinct to fight or flight finally hit you and you knew you had to leave before you ended up doing something incredibly stupid.

You turned to pay and just when you were about to hand the bartender your card, you heard a voice behind you and froze.

"Hey, Steve, put her drinks on my tab and get her a refill, if she wants it" the voice said and you already knew you were in trouble.

You saw the bartender nod and hand him a whisky neat. He then turned to you, silently asking you if you wanted another drink, and you asked for a bottle of water.

You felt a warm hand on your elbow as the man behind you made you lower the hand with which you were holding your card and you turned towards him.

He was already looking at you, absentmindedly swirling the drink in his glass.

He was even more beautiful up close. His hair was slightly disheveled and a few strands stuck to the sweaty skin of his neck and chest, smooth and slightly flushed.

He looked tired, but his eyes, God, his deep brown irises sparkled with happiness and a glint of mischief as he met and held your gaze with extreme confidence.

You noticed you were the same height, but somehow you felt like he was towering over you, his presence was overwhelming.

"Hi, doll, did you enjoy the show?" He asked you genuinely curious about your opinion on his music.

He had to come a bit closer for you to hear him because the music that had been turned on after his performance was too loud.

You didn't trust your voice so, to buy yourself some time, you opened the water and took a sip.

Due to your clumsiness, a little drop slipped out the corner of your lips and trickled down your throat.

He followed it with his eyes and you noticed how they imperceptibly darkened.

You cleared your throat and answered him.

"It was amazing!" You told him and a proud smile appeared on his beautiful face.

"I'm glad you liked it" he said sweetly, tipping an invisible hat at you.

You liked him, he was nice. But still, his aura was dangerous.

"What's your name, doll?" He asked then, coming closer. His stare flicked to your lips for the briefest second before going back to your eyes.

You told him your name and asked for his.

"I'm Jake. At your service, milady" he said, a makeshift English accent made its appearance as he bowed at you.

You giggled and he mirrored you.

The word DANGER flashed again in your mind as he came closer, his sweet smile morphing into a smug grin as he bent his head slightly to whisper into your ear.

His hot breath tickled your skin and made you shiver despite the stifling atmosphere in the room.

"You know, it's not very polite staring at people like that" he lowered his voice to just a whisper and retreated to look you in the eyes and see the effect his words were having on you.

You blushed instantly and you felt like you lost the ability to speak. Your brain was completely incapable to conjure up words.

He was proud of himself. You could see it in his eyes.

Your hands tightened around the water bottle as he came closer again to deliver another blow.

"And neither were the things you were thinking about in this little beautiful head of yours. Very inappropriate I would say." He whispered, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

Your head was spinning. And you were incredibly embarassed and uncomfortable. You lowered your gaze to the floor and your hands started trembling.

"I'm sorry" you said sheepishly and he chuckled.

"Hey" he whispered again soothingly, lifting your chin with his pointer finger so you were looking him in the eyes, again.

"No need to apologise, baby, " he said and came even closer so he could talk into your ear again.

Despite being sweaty, he smelled wonderfully. The smell of his cologne was deep and rich, engulfing your mind in a haze, like a deep fog.

"I was doing exactly the same from the stage, so we are even" he said and placed a hand on your hip, making a shiver run down the length of your spine.

His eyes bore holes into yours.

The hand he had on your hip was incredibly warm and firm, and your body flushed with heat at the feeling.

He spoke again, this time blatantly staring at your lips with no fear of being caught.

"I've never seen you around or I would remember you, love. You are new round here, aren't you?" He asked gently.

You nodded.

"Yes, I've just moved here, just a month and a half ago" you said admiring the way his skin shone with the low lights in the room.

He really was beautiful.

"And what brought a beautiful girl like you to this dingy place all alone on a boring Wednesday evening, doll?" He asked curiously.

You sighed. Thinking about all the mess you had had to deal with at work that day.

"Work was a nightmare today. I really needed a distraction so when I saw this place while passing by, I really thought I could find something that would suit my needs in here" you said fidgeting with your water bottle.

"And tell me, did you find it?" He asked, the corner of his lips tilting up in a smug smirk.

"I don't know it yet. Maybe." you whispered back, shrugging nonchalantly, feeling his eyes burning holes into yours.

"Why don't we sit and talk for a bit, then, so we can get to know each other better." He asked you, motioning towards a little empty booth in a corner.

You nodded and followed him there.

It was just a little innocent chat, you told yourself as you sat down next to him.

Next thing you knew, you were being unceremoniously pinned against the bathroom wall by his body, his mouth hot on your neck, his hands on the wall on either side of your head and his hips flush against yours.

He was leaving love bites all over your neck, marking you up for everyone to see.

You hoped the concealer you owned would be enough to mask them up the next day.

You let out a fucked-out breathy whine when his teeth sank into your skin and, suddenly, he was looking into your eyes, keeping you still with a hand on your throat. It wasn't squeezing but holding you almost gently.

His eyes were boring holes into yours, smoldering.

He exuded dominance in everything he did.

The music echoing from the bar was still loud, but a bit muffled, meaning that you could hear him better.

His voice was even more beautiful now, enchanting and hypnotizing.

You were already his.

And he knew that.

"What do you want, doll?" He whispered onto your lips. His breath smelled like whisky and you were continuously distracted by his plump lips that looked delicious.

You wanted them on yours.

You needed them.

But you wanted his hands, too.

You wanted him, in every outrageous way in which you could have him.

"Kiss me, touch me, anything, just… please" you managed to whisper under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Listen to you, little dove" he said, tracing his thumb against your tortured bottom lip.

"I didn't even touch you and you are already begging for it. We are gonna get along so well." He mused into your ear as his thumb dipped inside your mouth.

You sucked on it gently and he groaned, pressing his hips even more against yours, making you gasp around his digit as you felt how hard he was.

"Feel that, baby? I've been this fucking hard since the moment I saw you there sitting at the counter, looking all shy and blushy." he groaned into your ear and you whimpered.

He dragged his lips across your cheek and ghosted them over yours, moving them away quickly before you could kiss him. He chuckled at your attempt to reach his lips and tightened his hold on your throat.

"Shh, doll, be patient." He said into your ear again, making you shiver.

Your head felt dizzy as he started nibbling at your earlobe and you mewled his name.

"You sound so pretty, baby" he whispered and moved so that his lips were ghosting over yours again.

This time you didn't move and a beautiful smile spread on his face.

"You are such a good girl. And you know what happens to good girls?" He didn't wait for you to answer

"They get rewarded" he whispered right on your lips right before connecting your mouths.

Hard.

The impact caused you to whine, but it only spurred him on into pressing his body even more against yours.

The force with which he kissed you caused your already bitten lower lip to break, making blood start to slowly seep out of a little cut to the point that you could taste blood along with whisky on his lips.

He held your chin high with the thumb of the hand that he had wrapped around your throat and kept kissing you, stealing your breath away completely.

He parted from you with a worried expression on his face when he noticed the blood on your lower lip.

"Are you ok?" He breathed against your lips, panting and wiping away the blood from your chin with his thumb.

You nodded and crashed your lips back against his, hissing at the sting from the cut.

"But… you are bleeding" he whispered onto your lips, breaking the kiss again and eyeing the cut.

"I don't care, just… Please kiss me again" you whimpered back quickly, seeing a smirk appear again on his face.

Seeing that you were unfazed by the blood, he licked your lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth, making you whine.

At the same time, you felt his other hand caress your outer thigh and grab a handful of your ass.

"Jake" you groaned and his grip tightened.

Suddenly, he grasped your hair in an iron grip and forced your eyes on his again.

"Look at me. What do you need?" He whispered practically on your lips as his hips started grinding against yours again, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

He tugged at your hair again and you gasped.

"Eyes on me, little dove. I don't like to repeat myself" He warned you and you felt your walls clench around nothing.

"Touch me, please" you begged again and his lips connected with yours immediately, in another passionate kiss that tasted of blood and whisky.

Meanwhile his hands explored your body. His fingers, hot and calloused, grazed the inside of your thighs and before you knew it he lifted your skirt to your hips and cupped your still clothed center, making you sink your nails into his shoulders.

"Fucking hell, doll, your panties are soaked. Is this all for me?" He said as he started to gently rub his fingers over you, making you almost lose your balance.

You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence and he wasted no time in tugging the wet piece of clothing from between your legs to feel you drip down his fingers without barriers.

He grabbed your discarded panties and hid them in the backpocket of his trousers with a smirk and a wink.

The moment his bare fingers came in contact with your core, your knees almost gave out and he had to wrap one of arm around your waist to keep you upright.

Involuntarily, in doing so, he pressed his thigh snugly between your parted legs and you quivered as you slid against the leather of his pants.

You cursed loudly and he stopped caressing you between your legs, gripping your hips strongly with both his hands and guiding the rocking of your hips against him.

The amount of wetness covering you allowed you to move incredibly easily against his thick thigh, making you barrel towards your finish in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

But, of course, just as you were about to topple over the edge, he removed his thigh and stilled your hips with his firm grasp.

You whined and he chuckled.

"Where are your manners, my little dove? Good girls ask for permission before they cum" he whispered against your ear, biting your neck sharply.

You whimpered and blushed, but obliged.

"Please Jake, I need it" you whined and you saw his eyes narrow.

"You need what, doll?" He taunted you. He wanted you to say it out loud.

You groaned and almost rolled your eyes but he grabbed hold of your throat, squeezing.

You quickly recovered from that slip.

"Please, Jake, can I cum? I need it so much please" you managed to say and he quickly returned his thigh between your legs.

His hold on your hips was so tight that you knew there would be bruises on your skin.

The feeling of his thick muscle against your core was heavenly.

You bit your bottom lip as you felt yourself start to approach your orgasm, but he quickly untucked it from underneath your teeth.

"Don't. I want to hear every little sound escaping these beautiful lips of yours. Go ahead, cum for me" He growled into your ear and you came hard against his thigh.

By the time you came down from your high, your legs were shaking and your head spinning.

He moved his thigh from between your legs and groaned loudly, watching closely as your wetness stained his pants, glittering in the sharp lighting of the room.

He unexpectedly kissed you again, making you moan and then spoke.

"Look at this mess, sweet girl… so beautiful" he whispered.

Without thinking, you knelt down in front of him, and you saw him visibly twitch in his tight pants.

He expected you to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants but you focused elsewhere.

You wanted to make him go wild.

And you knew exactly what to do.

You stuck your tongue out and started licking your wetness off his leg, keeping your eyes glued to his.

He cursed loudly and started palming his throbbing erection languidly as he watched you, praising you profusely.

"Fucking hell, doll, you are something else. So perfect" he said proudly, looking at you and caressing himself a little rougher than before.

When you finished, you started unbuckling his belt and begged him to let you touch him.

"Jake, please, let me touch you. Let me make you feel good." You whispered and he growled deep in his chest.

"Go on baby, suck me off, spoil me with that gorgeous mouth of yours." He said, his eyes already drifting closed in anticipation.

You finished with his belt and made quick work of unzipping his trousers. You gasped, surprised, as his erection sprung free from his leather jail since he had forgone underwear.

The thought of him grinding against his guitar with just the leather separating his member from the wood of the instrument caused your head to spin.

You almost moaned at the sight of him. He was big, his tip was the same colour of his plump lips and already wet with precum.

Your mouth watered instantly and you wrapped a loose hand around his base.

His knees imperceptibly buckled and he pressed one hand against the wall for balance.

The other cradled your cheek in a soothing way.

As you kept stroking him, you skimmed your lips on his faint happy trail and licked from his navel to where his neatly trimmed public hair was.

Then you started sucking a little hickey on his soft tummy, just below his happy trail.

He hissed when you bit his flesh and whimpered when you started sucking on it, slowly bringing his blood to the surface of his skin.

He was already throbbing in your hand, but you knew that your rhythm wasn't enough to get him off.

You licked a slow broad stripe on the underside of his member and it twitched as he let out a little breathy whine.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and started sucking gently as you stroked a hand slowly around the rest of his shaft. His skin was scorching hot but very soft under your touch.

His breathing quickened and he started panting, occasionally rasping out a curse when you spoiled the spot right on the underside of his head with the tip of your tongue.

After a bit you slowly tried to take more of him inside your mouth, sinking him more down your throat.

He involuntarily thrusted forward and you gagged around him, swallowing around his erection and making him lean his head against the wall with an unbridled moan at the feeling of your throat clenching around him.

You started bobbing your head and his grip on your hair tightened.

"Fuck, baby, just like this" he groaned leaning his head backwards and thrusting his hips moderately, just like he did while playing his beautiful guitar.

When your hand caressed his legs, from his knees to his hips and reached his groin, he shivered. Your fingertips grazed the hot skin of his balls and, as you slowly caressed them, he moaned loudly, losing his rhythm completely and thrusting his hips harshly into your mouth, making you gag.

Suddenly, with the grip he had on your hair, he yanked you up on your feet and slammed you against the wall, pinning you there and connecting your lips in a rough kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

And then he spinned the two of you so that you were pressed against the counter where the sinks were.

He kissed you again, licking diligently at your bottom lip and then spoke, breathless and disheveled.

"Let me show you how bad I've wanted you since the second I laid my eyes on you. I need to feel you" he confessed against your lips and you nodded without a second thought.

You needed him too, undeniably.

"Please, yes" you gasped and he quickly turned you towards the sink so that you were watching yourself in the mirror in front of you.

You could also see his eyes, dark and mysterious, staring at you from the reflection.

"Are you sure?" He asked firmly, keeping a burning eye contact through the mirror.

"Yes" You answered him, just as firmly, looking at his hand on your tummy and salivating over the sight of his veins there.

Without warning, he grabbed your hair and yanked your head backwards, making you lean it against his shoulder so that your eyes could meet in the mirror.

"I am not going to be gentle, doll. I am beyond the point of holding back" he whispered, hot against your ear as he grinded his erection against your ass and pressed you further against the counter

"I don't remember asking you to be" you taunted him, pressing your hips back into his.

In a second, he had a hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

"You need it rough, don't you?" He asked, already knowing the answer, taking off your shirt and unhooking your bra.

He started playing languidly with your breasts, kneading the flesh and caressing your nipples, making you squirm against him.

You just wanted to stop thinking about work. And you knew he could help you erase every coherent thought from your mind.

You knew what you had to say to have him doing what the both of you so desperately needed.

"Please, Jake, yes." You whined and he groaned into your ear.

"Bend over, doll. Let me see how wet you still are" he growled and pressed you down against the counter, grabbing the skirt that was already half bunched up around your hips and tugging it all the way up, so that it sat around your waist.

He kicked your legs open with his foot and you saw in the mirror that his eyes focused between your legs before rolling back into his head as he let out a loud groan.

"Fucking soaked" he muttered to himself and then you felt his fingers against you. You jolted at the sudden contact but moaned when finally you could feel one of his fingers slide you and then a second.

You had focused on his fingers for the most of his performance, and you knew they were skilled, but feeling them pressed snuggly inside of you, deliciously thick and long, was something else.

Your knees buckled, thank God there were the counter and his hips keeping you up.

He started finger fucking you at a punishing rhythm, curling them repeatedly and making the sounds of your wetness echo in the room.

You couldn't keep your eyes open,but at the same time, you wanted to watch him every chance you got.

You forced your eyes open and saw him watching his fingers work carefully on your body, with a focused expression on his face, the same he wore when he played a particularly tricky riff.

When he eased a third finger in, you had to warn him.

"Jake, I am close, don't stop, please" you pleaded him and he spanked you, harshly.

"No way I am stopping. You are gonna cum on my fingers, now, and then on my cock" he told you, incredibly sure of himself. As he curled his fingers, the heel of his hand brushed against your clit and you felt yourself start to approach your finish.

He spanked you again and you came all over his fingers, moaning his name and clawing at the counter.

As you came down he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his lips around them, sucking you off them dirtily, keeping eye contact in the mirror and smirking.

You leant your head against the counter but jolted upwards when you felt his thumb against your overstimulated clit.

"Are you ready for me, doll?" He whispered into your ear after bending on top of you.

You nodded fervently, begging him to just fill you up. You watched in the mirror as he fished a condom from his back pocket and slowly slid it on himself, groaning at the contact with his own hand.

Then you whined as he guided his tip to slide slowly along your slit a few times.

You were about to beg him again when he pushed into you, harshly, making you scream his name.

"Jake!" You moaned and clenched around him making him groan

He kept still inside of you, letting you adjust to him and praising you to make you relax further.

"You are perfect, sweet dove, all pink, warm and wet for my cock" he cooed, tracing his fingers up your spine and making you clench around his member.

"Please Jake" you whimpered and he chuckled, gripped your hips and before moving, he spoke right into your ear, snaking a hand around your throat.

"Keep your eyes peeled on me, or you are getting nothing, sweet girl, understood?" He threatened, pulling your hair to lift your head so you could meet his eyes in the mirror.

You nodded but his grip on your throat tightened.

You knew what he wanted. You quickly corrected yourself.

"Understood. Please, Jake" you answered, voice trembling with anticipation and eyes connected with his.

You saw him reach into his front pocket and grab something little, flat and black.

A guitar pick.

"Let me see how much of a good girl you are. Keep this into this pretty little mouth of yours until we both cum and you will get rewarded" he rasped out, pushing the same pick he held between his lips during the show into your mouth.

He winked into the mirror as one of his hands grasped your hip and the other still held your hair.

The first thrust stole your breath away and you knew you were going to crumble so quickly.

With every deep thrust, a breathy moan left your lips and you fought to keep your eyes open.

He fucked you meticulously, his rhythm, deep, hard and fast, never faltered and every time he sensed you were going to close your eyes, he tugged at your hair to remind you what you had to do.

His hips kept your pinned to the counter as he fucked into you harder and harder.

The more you focused on him, the closer you got to your climax.

He was stunning. His hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead and neck, the necklaces he wore kept hitting his chest with his every move and a little rivulet of sweat shone from the hollow of his throat down to his navel.

Panting breaths left his parted lips in quick puffs.

Suddenly, he let go of your throat and spanked you, chuckling at the way you screamed his name, but groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him.

He winked at you in the mirror and angled his hips differently so that could hit the spot that made your eyes roll back.

He knew you were close, so he sucked his thumb into his mouth and then started stroking your clit with it.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm coming" you whimpered and he quickened his rhythm to bring you there.

You came harshly and quickly, clamping around him with an iron grip.

A loud curse left your lips and he chuckled.

He felt proud because of how quickly he had made you crumble. You saw it in the pleased smug smile that spread on his astonishing face as you pulsed and dripped around him.

His rhythm slowed down to help you come down, but quickened again when he felt you relax again around him.

You were watching him carefully, enraptured by his otherworldly beauty.

The noises of slapping skin echoed into the small room, together with your whimpers and his groans.

He let go of your hair and placed a hand wide on your lower back, pressing you down more on the counter and his rhythm started to falter.

His thumb reached your clit one more time and you winced, biting on the thin plastic you had in your mouth.

You knew he wasn't going to stop until you had come one more time before him.

But you also knew he was close by the little breathy moans that started leaving his lips.

He tugged harshly on your hair, making you brutally arch your back, as he kept pounding into you.

He smiled proudly, leaning his head backwards and keeping his thrusting deep and hard as you came one more time, breathlessly moaning his name.

But his smile soon turned into a grimace as he neared his peak, his brows furrowed and bottom lip tucked underneath his upper teeth, mirroring the exact concentrated expression he wore when his songs approached the tipping point.

He came with a choked curse and as he rode out his orgasm, his lips parted, letting a melodic drawn-out moan bounce on the walls.

Completely spent, he bent down on your body, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck where you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

He kept moving for a bit and then stilled, panting heavily and making you shiver.

He stayed like that for a bit and you allowed your body to fully relax, reveling in the feeling of his weight on top of you.

You could feel his heart pounding wildly into his chest from where he was pressed flush against you and you knew that yours was following the same exact rhythm.

He pulled out slowly and you grimaced, hissing lowly.

His hands gripped your hips and brought you up, his mouth hot on your neck as he roamed the front of your body once again, groping your breasts and twisting your nipples like he was ready to start it all over again.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl" he whispered into your ear, watching you closely in the mirror, all sweaty and disheveled.

You did as he asked you. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, showing him his guitar pick safe on the flat of your tongue, like a good girl.

He spun you around and crashed his lips against yours, stealing the pick from your mouth. He took it out and placed it back into his pocket with a wink.

Then he threw away the condom and sat you on the counter.

Your confused expression made him chuckle as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Holy shit, he is insatiable, you thought.

"I can't let you go away without a last taste of your pretty cunt. Can I?" He eagerly asked you, his beautiful eyes looking up at you from below gave you a faux sense of control over him.

You gripped his hair and as soon as you nodded, he delved in.

His tongue was unforgiving. He kept his hands on the back of your thighs as he ate you out expertedly and without reprise.

He sucked on your clit and held your legs forced open when they threatened to close around his head.

Then his tongue dipped lower and you shivered, moaning out his name, like it was your favourite word.

His nose kept bumping into your clit as his tongue fucked you quickly.

You sank both your hands deeper into his hair and pulled harshly, as he made you come quickly.

He kept going until he had swallowed even the last drop of you. Then he stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked a broad stripe there, like you were his favourite dessert and he couldn't fathom wasting a single crumb.

He helped you off the counter and kept you upright when your legs gave out under you, with a beautiful smile that reached his brown irises. Then he started to fix himself.

You almost lost your balance again when you tried to straighten your skirt but he was quick to catch you.

You groaned, your entire body felt stiff.

"Are you ok, love?" He asked as he buttoned his pants.

You nodded and he smiled, fixing your hair and your shirt with gentle fingers.

You did the same to him, carefully untangling the necklaces that adorned his chest that were extremely knotted.

"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" He asked sweetly, grazing one of the purple marks he had left on your neck with gentle fingers.

You shook your head and you both started chuckling.

Once you were ready, he offered you his hand and started to walk towards the exit.

You stopped him, though.

He still had to give you back your panties.

"Please, can I have my p-" you started to say but you were quickly interrupted by a loud bang on the door.

You knew he understood what you wanted but he deliberately decided to ignore you.

He unlocked the door and tugged you with him through the many people that stood in line that whistled at the sight of the two of you fleeting that bathroom.

You found yourself backstage with him, surrounded by guitars, amps, cables and many other cases.

He handed you a water bottle and disappeared for a second.

He came back with keys in hand and asked you if he could give you a lift home.

You told him it was a quick walk to your flat but he insisted on bringing you home himself.

You relented and he smiled, taking your hand in his and guiding you outside from the back entrance of the building.

You two walked hand in hand until you reached the parking lot.

He guided you towards a car that you recognised being a vintage deep burgundy Ford Mustang.

It was beautiful and sexy, it suited him incredibly well.

He opened the passenger door for you, like a gentleman and it was impossible for you to not think about the fact that he was the same man that had fucked you like a dirty whore into that bathroom not even twenty minutes ago.

You slid into the car and he sat behind the steering wheel, quickly bringing the engine to life with a loud rumble.

He exited the parking lot and you told him to turn left.

Soon, you were in front of your apartment. You turned towards him and thanked him.

Your eyes drifted again to his lips and you couldn't stop yourself. You kissed him and he gripped your waist.

He tugged your body until you were straddling him and panting into his mouth.

Then he parted from you and put something in his mouth.

He was extremely sexy. Dark, brooding, mysterious.

Dangerous.

And his face had something, a familiarity that was plaguing your mind the more you observed him.

But you couldn't pinpoint what it was, and it was driving you crazy.

The orange lights lining the street were casting a deep golden glow on his face and his chiseled features were highlighted by the deep shadows provided by the moonless night.

He was astonishingly beautiful.

He stopped your rambling when he kissed you again, and you felt something hard and pointy touch your tongue.

You broke the kiss and found his guitar pick once again between your lips.

"Keep it, you've earned it, baby" he whispered onto your lips and you both chuckled.

"I want you to watch it closely and think about me, ok?" He whispered and you nodded, sitting back on your seat and opening the door.

His eyes never left yours.

Before you could leave, he grasped your wrist and spoke.

"I had a great time with you, love. Remember, you know where to find me if you ever need me. I always play there on Wednesday nights" he winked and let you go.

"Goodnight" you said in unison.

His stare locked with yours for a few seconds more. Then, when you were safe inside the hall of your apartment complex, he drove away, making the engine of his car rumble loudly into the clear silent night, gifting you one last heartstopping smile.

When you entered your apartment, you leant against the door and let out a little chuckle as images of that incredible night flashed behind your eyelids.

You grabbed the guitar pick from your purse and gasped.

In the dark, you hadn't noticed a detail that now with the lights of your apartment could be discovered.

On one of the faces of the thin plastic there was a phone number. It had probably been written in pen, the carved numbers small but visible.

You smiled, leaving the pick on the table and sent him a quick goodnight text.

You kept thinking about him as you went into the bathroom, undressed and showered.

The tiredness of the day was making itself known and you just wanted to climb into bed and sleep for a week.

As you dried yourself, you noticed that your body was littered with bruises and marks, that the next day would become even more prominent.

You grazed your fingers on the marks on your hips, from where he had kept you flush against the counter with his body as he pounded into you at an unforgiving pace and you almost moaned again.

At that moment, your phone buzzed on the counter and you wondered who it was.

When you read the name, you felt your heart sink in your chest.

Josh:

Hi darling, I hope you had a great day. I had, I thought about you a lot. I'm still doing that now, btw :)

Goodnight baby. xx

Josh.

You felt like the worst person on Earth.

You felt utterly and unmistakably bad for your behaviour. You didn't deserve him.

You hated yourself for what you had done.

As you held your phone in your hand, you got another text.

Jake:

Goodnight love.

Can't wait to see you again.

And until that moment comes, I'll think about you ruining these pretty panties just for me. I can still smell you on them.

Sweet dreams, doll.

Jake

He sent you a picture.

Your panties bunched up between his hand and his crotch.

The flash illuminated the black leather of his pants and the unmistakable erection he was sporting underneath.

Your heartbeat turned erratic.

You were in deep, deep trouble.

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gin, tonic & a lemon on top

Pairings: fluffy!bucky x bartender!reader

Summary: Maybe Bucky’s an alcoholic or maybe he just has a crush on the sweet like syrup bartender.

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Bucky Barnes, the college student struggling to put food on his plate, eating ramen noodles like any other in his shoes. The one who spends too much money on textbooks and tutors, now sitting at the bar of one of the few places good enough to pay a visit to.

Bucky has a knack for alcohol, not the bad type; he just enjoys himself a long-drink or a cocktail once in a while. It’s something that struck his interest oddly enough.

Now here he sat, a Knickerbocker Martini in hand but his eyes fixed on the woman behind the bar.

She’s somethin’ else.

Her all black outfit blended her in with the other staff if you didn’t care to look hard enough (or too drunk).

Bucky emptied his drink in one gulp, the dry vermouth stinging in his throat.

“Excuse me?” He called out, catching the attention of the girl. She walked over to him, a polite smile on her pink lips.

“What can I get you?”

“A gin tonic, doll.”

She went right ahead, grabbing a glass from behind her, filling the glass with ice and alcohol, a slice of lemon on top. She slid the drink in his direction taking Bucky’s money in return.

He stared at the drink for a minute, his eyebrows wrinkling. “Where’s the cucumber?” He asked, not rudely, but with a smirk playing on his lips.

The bartender chuckled. “Well, if you must know, Tanquery gin is actually infused with citrus fruit, not cucumber.” She leaned on the counter, pointing a finger at the drink. “That’s why we put a slice of lemon in it.”

Bucky’s lips parted slightly, dumbfounded by the knowledge he was hit with. He could smell her perfume from the close proximity.

Bucky send Steve a quick apology, arriving at the bar just in time for happy hour.

Although he could’ve hung out with Steve and Scott, he’d rather spend his time eyeing the pretty bartender, besides drinking.

Bucky slipped onto the bar stool he had almost claimed for himself and started to look around for her. He didn’t know her name, or if she even worked tonight, but he was hopeful nonetheless.

Just in time for him to order, she appeared around the corner, walking behind the bar. They locked eyes and Bucky flashed her a million dollar smile.

“You again. Should I be worried you’re stalking me?”

“Oh god no, but I should call the police on you and have them arrest you for being so damn pretty.” Bucky shut his mouth before he could say anything further. His face glowing red afraid he stepped over a line.

“Please do, I like being handcuffed.” She winked at Bucky and he chuckled.

“Kinky.”

“What are you having today?”

“Mojito.” Bucky said without looking at the small menu of drinks.

“Classic. I see.”

She went ahead and mixed his drink, throwing a few leaves of mint in a glass, lime and syrup. Ice was added and liquid. She finished off his drink with powdered sugar on top of a tree of mint.

Bucky took a sip from it, satisfaction written on his face. “No brown sugar?”

The bartender chuckled. “No, we make our Mojito the Italian way.”

“Why’s that?” Bucky took another sip, contend with the taste.

“Because the owner is Italian.”

The following week Bucky couldn’t wait to see the cute bartender again. Between classes he tried on different outfits to find one that would look good enough to catch her attention, but also casual enough to not seem desperate for it.

His efforts didn’t go unnoticed though, his two friends teasing him and asking questions nonstop. Bucky wouldn’t give in to it though, his mind focused on the girl he was trying to impress.

The days ended slower than Bucky would like to and friday rolled around after all. He mentally prepared himself to make a move, exhaling heavily upon entering the bar.

Sat on the bar stool he had chosen as his favourite, he watched with curious eyes, the girl mixing drinks with ease, like it’s so engraved in her body she doesn’t have to look at the bottles to know which one is which.

“Hey there.” She smiled, approaching Bucky.

“Hey.” Bucky wiped his hands on his jeans. “Can you recommend something for me?”

She thought for a moment, grabbing all the ingredients, mixing them up and setting the finished product on the bar top.

Bucky was about to fish money out of his wallet, but she stopped him.

“This ones on me.”

Bucky’s cheeks warmed up from the gesture, shyly looking away from her eyes to the drink in front of him. Within seconds he could tell it was Tequila Sunrise, the orange to red gradient giving it away.

“A Tequila Sunrise?” Bucky quirked a brow, stirring the orange and red together.

“It’s my favourite.” She watched as he sipped. “I like my drinks like I like my men. Sweet.” She said, quiet enough for only Bucky to hear.

He choked slightly, making her laugh. She walked away tending to the other customers, her head turning to him, winking.

He forgot all about the move he wanted to make, too flustered to say another word.

“Just take us with you, Buck come on!” Scott whined.

“Yeah, we wanna know who took your sanity.” Steve followed up, smiling at his friend.

“No, you guys are just going to embaress me.” Bucky mumbled, sliding his arms through his jacket.

Despite all efforts to keep Steve and Scott away, they insisted and wouldn’t drop it until Bucky gave in, even following him outside.

They reached the bar, Bucky nervously biting his lip. Luckily for him, there seemed to be a good amount of people scattered around the bar to keep the barkeeper distracted.

He needed to find the courage somewhere within himself to speak up, but Steve took the lead waving his arm at the girl. Bucky lowered his head afraid of what might come.

“Good evening gentlemen, what can I get you?”

“I’ll have a uh,” Steve took a quick glance at the menu, “Apricot Lady.”

“One Bee’s Kiss for me.” Scott said, glancing over to Bucky to let him order.

He slowly lifted his head, surprise in the bartenders eyes as they connected with his. “A Moscow Mule.” He smiled shyly.

“Is that her?” Scott asked earning a confused look from her. Bucky’s cheeks tinting bright red.

She smirked, working on the three cocktails. “Depends on who I’m supposed to be.”

“Excuse my friends, they’re idiots.” Bucky glared at Scott and then Steve who were smiling, knowing exactly that she’s the woman he’s been so whipped for.

She set the drinks in front of the three men, tending to the other costumers at the bar.

“Why haven’t you made your move yet?” Steve looked at Bucky.

Bucky let his shoulders drop, his lips forming to a frown. “I don’t know if she likes me.”

“Aw come on, anyone with eyes can see that she’s interested to see what Bucky Barnes has in store.” Scott patted Bucky on his shoulder a reassuring smile on his face.

“Look, she’s coming back.” Steve nodded to her and Bucky’s gaze shifted from his friends to the bartender. “We’re just going to go get some fresh air.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but both Scott and Steve were already out of reach.

“Your friends left you all alone, how rude.” She said, leaning her elbows on the bar top, her head resting in the palms of her hands.

“Yes, they uh - they.” Bucky stuttered, quickly trying to search for some confidence, unsuccessfully.

The bartender leaned in, her eyes warm and full of affection. “My shift ends in ten minutes, maybe I could accompany you instead of your friends.”

Bucky’s mouth opened slightly, taken back by the question.

“I promise I won’t abandon you like them.”

Bucky nodded a smile stretching across his face. “I’d love that.”

“What’s your name?” She asked, slowly moving away from the bar top.

“Bucky and yours?”

“Y/n.”

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