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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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Eat Your Young -Jake Kiszka

A/N: You guys wanted Jake, so here it is. I know I said after all the other fics but, I decided it would be best to post it while the song is the hot topic. I seriously whipped this out fast af, cause there’s no plot. Just smut. Between something I stumbled across on Instagram and this song… whew. Anyways, I love you all. GO LISTEN TO EAT YOUR YOUNG BY HOZIER.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! oral, (f&m receiving), hair pulling, slapping, degrading, unprotected sex.

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Often times, since it was only you and Jake in your apartment, you would slip off in the morning to make him breakfast. Especially when you both had a free day.

Jake could sleep through half the day, but only if you were right there with him.

Once you were out of bed, it was never long before he would go searching for you.

You slipped out of bed carefully, listening to Jake as he continued to softly snore, barely even stirring when your weight leaving the bed had moved him.

Making your way downstairs, you decided to forgo turning on any music. Sometimes the simple songs of the birds were enough for you.

You made it to the kitchen and immediately made yourself some coffee, pulling out eggs and bacon - simple things that Jake often enjoyed eating for breakfast.

You started to cook the bacon first, basking in the sunlight peaking in from the open window above the sink and the peacefulness of the apartment.

Once the bacon had cooked most of the way, you started on the first couple of eggs.

In the middle of flipping one of them over, two strong arms wrapped around you.

Even though you knew them to be Jake’s, it never failed to make you jump a little when he did that unexpectedly.

You kept your eyes fixed on the skillet in front of you, smiling. “Good morning, to you to Jake.”

Jake stayed quiet, sliding his hands down your body, silently taking you in… But as his hands went, so did the rest of his body.

He sank to the floor behind you, nudging your legs apart gently.

You attempted to turn around, but he stopped you. “Jake…?”

“Quiet. Just keep cooking, angel.” He said firmly.

His hands ran over your hips, perfectly smooth where your panties would usually rest and immediately noticed the absence of them. “No panties, huh? Naughty.”

You heard the click of his tongue. Something about the disapproving sound made your knees go weak.

Jake pressed a kiss to the back of your thigh, working his way up to your heat. He brought one of his hands up, spreading you open just enough to give his mouth room to work you.

His other hand stayed on your hip, ready to hold you up when your knees would positively falter.

He licked slowly from your entrance to your clit, feeling your body jolt and tremble above him.

“Oh my god-“ You gasped, dropping the spatula against the stove with a rather loud bang, splattering eggs everywhere.

“Don’t you dare burn my eggs, angel.” Jake growled from below you. “I’m starving, darling.”

Working his tongue over your clit, he listened in amusement as you whimpered and struggled above him - likely burning everything left on the stove, despite his warning not to.

“Jake, I’m gonna burn this stuff and then… then- oh, fuck!”

Jake pried himself from your dripping core, picking you up over his shoulder swiftly and standing up with you.

“Jake, what are you doing?!” You questioned breathlessly. “The food-“

A gasp erupted from you; your back hitting the cold marble island in the middle of your kitchen.

“Fuck the food.” Jake waved a dismissive hand, voice still thick with a sleepy rasp.

He turned around, switching off all the burners you had been using.

Crouching back down in front of you, he put your legs over each of his shoulders and went right back in to finish what he had started.

“Fuck yes, Jake.” You whimpered, pushing your hips into his mouth.

His tongue worked over your clit with such urgency, sucking it into his mouth every few seconds like he was a thirsty and starving man. His hands, calloused and strong, gripped at your thighs until your skin started to turn white around his grip.

The obscene sounds of him eating you, only served to make you both even more desperate. There were no longer soft sounds of food frying, just the lewd sounds of Jake sucking and licking at your core.

It didn’t take long - that white hot heat in the pit of your stomach was creeping up on you, ready to swallow you whole. Jake knew it, too, given the way his movements became even quicker.

“Jake, oh fuck, Jake.”

His name became a mantra. A prayer, of sorts.

“Jake, I’m so close-“ Your hips started writhing against his mouth on their own accord, chasing and chasing that sweet relief. “Jake, Jake, Jake.”

He groaned against you - drinking you in as he threw you over the edge, soaking his mouth and chin. His mouth never wavered, working you through your orgasm until he was satisfied. And even then, he wasn’t done.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy. Soaking my face like that.” Jake purred, licking his lips just as your eyes locked with his. “You taste so god damn sweet.”

He placed a kiss over your clit, smiling smugly when you jerked away from the gentle action. “What ever am I gonna do with you…?”

“Fuck me, that’s what you can do with me.” The words fluttered out, airy and sweet to his ears. “Right here, Jake.”

“Yeah? Right here?” Jake raised his eyebrows, undoing the tie of his sweatpants and pushing them off. “Right where we eat…?”

He smoothed his hand over the countertop beside you. “That’s so dirty of you, angel. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

You smiled up at him innocently. “But I’m not.”

Jake shook his head and lined himself with you anyway, pushing in to the hilt with a throaty groan. “Fuck.”

Your own moans followed, your hands gripping tightly at the edge of the counter.

“My dirty girl. Letting me fuck her in the middle of the kitchen like this.” Jake said, lending a taunting edge. “What if someone looks through the window while I have you spread over the counter like this, taking me like a deprived slut?”

“Let them watch.” You said, forcing the words out through your moans and whines of pleasure. “Fuck them.”

Jake pulled out of you, prying your hands from the counter by your wrists and hauling you up to a sitting position.

“Stand up and hold onto the island.” Jake commanded, helping you down to the floor carefully.

Your legs wobbled beneath your weight, even with Jake’s help. The counter served to be little support against the ruthless thrusts Jake was giving to you.

“Sweet girl, taking me so-“ He delivered a sharp thrust as emphasis. “So,” And another. “Well.”

“I need more, Jake. More, please.” You begged him, clawing at the marble beneath your fingers.

“More.” Jake scoffed, like the word tasted awful in his mouth. “So fucking greedy.”

He quickened his pace anyway, trying to give you what you were begging for. “Is that what you are? My greedy girl?”

“Ma- fuck, maybe.” Your voice was notably hoarse as you choked the words out.

“No. No, ‘maybe,’” Jake was quick to correct you, delivering a swift smack over the swell of your ass as he did so. “You are.”

His hand traveled up your spine from the bottom, all the way up until it tangled into your hair.

He pulled you up until your back was just barely pressed against his chest, while his other hand traveled down in the opposite directed to find your still sensitive clit.

“Is this enough for you?” Jake said in a mocking tone. “Or you are you gonna keep being ungrateful and greedy?”

“Fuck! No, it’s enough! It’s enough.” You cried, wanting to fall back down against the island.

“”It’s enough!”” Jake mimicked you, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips that you couldn’t see. “My poor little girl. Can’t even handle the heat now.”

You felt yourself getting close for the second time. Jake’s hand steadily worked over your clit, not faltering even the slightest bit when your hand wrapped around his wrist and tried to slow him down.

“Uh uh,” Jake scolded. “Hands off. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Let me make you cum again.”

Releasing a shaky breath, you removed your hand from Jake’s wrist and let him continue dragging you towards another orgasm without any mercy or sympathy.

“You gonna be a good girl, my good girl, and cum for me one more time?” Jake cooed into your ear, low and slow.

All you could do was nod, eyes squeezed shut and head tossed back, just letting your moans and high pitched whimpers fill the whole apartment.

“Yeah, you are.” Jake’s fingers continue their assault over your bundle of nerves.

After a few more tightly drawn circles, that sweet and unforgiving coil exploded in the depths of your stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure making your body shake against Jake’s, clenching so tightly around his cock that he could barely keep a steady pace.

“Mhm, there you go, darling.”

Leave it to Jake’s voice to single-handedly threaten your body with another orgasm. His voice was far too powerful. “Give it all to me. Atta girl.”

“J-Jake,” Your voice pleaded for his attention. “I wanna taste you. Let me have it, please?”

He already knew what you wanted.

Jake slowed his thrust to a stop, but didn’t pull out just yet. “Yeah?”

“Please.” You pleaded again, because It was all you wanted.

Jake pulled out of you without another word and stepped back from you to let you get down on your knees in front of him.

Albeit, they were watery - you looked up at him with the sweetest doe eyes. He always was a sucker for your eyes and you loved to take advantage of that.

“God damn.” Jake groaned, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip. His other hand steadily stroking over his cock.

Your mouth opened slowly for him, sucking his thumb momentarily when it slipped in briefly.

“Go ahead, darling.” Jake let you replace his hand, eyes fluttering closed as your mouth closed around the rest.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

His hands tangled into your hair, twitching in your mouth as his orgasm started to build back up.

“So good, angel. So fucking good.” Jake moaned, involuntarily thrusting himself a little further into your mouth. “Gonna cum in that pretty little mouth. You still w-want me to?”

You hummed around him, the vibrations earning another twitch and an animalistic groan that sounded as though it ripped its way out from the deepest part of Jake.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Jake demanded, watching you with parted lips, brows knitted together. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna… I’m-“

With a final mouthwatering twitch, he released into your mouth.

The string of profanities that flew out of him were likely loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but neither of you could be truly bothered to care.

You slowly slid your mouth from around him as to not overstimulate him, swallowing down everything he’d given you.

“Jesus christ.” Jake huffed out a long and shaky breath, cradling your cheek in his hand. “You’re gonna kill me one day, I just know it.”

“Mm, no.” You barely even pondered on it, giggly softly. “But you might starve to death if you don’t let me cook your damn breakfast.”

“Oh, I’ll never starve.” Jake smirked down at you, offering his hand to you and pulling you up from the cold floor. “You’re the only meal I need.”

“Oh, whatever.” He wasn’t necessarily lying and you knew it.

“I am hungry now, though.” Jake admitted and laughed lightly, pulling you into his body. “You know…” He gazed down at you with those brown eyes that always made you melt.

“You should have let me cum inside you. I would have loved to watch you try to cook while I’m dripping down your pretty legs…”

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gretavanbear · 1 month

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Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control.

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there.

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be.

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes.

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things.

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”.

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing.

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy.

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse.

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding.

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response.

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up.

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by.

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside.

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow.

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks.

Jeremy’s sister.

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door.

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike.

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms.

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state.

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock.

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her.

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage.

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance.

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you.

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge.

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask.

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more.

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it.

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing.

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her.

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her.

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before.

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you.

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet.

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house.

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon.

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over.

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you.

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked.

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said.

You nodded, your lips parted a little.

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you.

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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bizzielisteningtogreta · 11 months

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jacob thomas thurday hits different when it’s young, smug, and fucked out jakey

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thegvfloser · 1 year

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LORD HAVE MERCY🥴😫

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greta-van-slut · 8 months

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Jake spam post nobody asked for 😏

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devilat-thedoor · 4 months

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so……yeah.

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do-it-jakey-baby · 4 months

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Gnawing at the bars on my enclosure 😩🥵🤤

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years

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Sore Loser - Jake Kiszka

A/N: My first fic of the smut wars with @ageofbarbarians <3 -Not- sorry for this one, Jake’s lane…

This is only LIGHTLY proof-read!

WARNINGS: This is 18+ Minors DNI!! Drinking, party games, Asshole!Jake, dom!Jake, hate-fucking, name calling, blood (it’s not what you think lol) degradation, hair pulling, choking, slapping, spitting, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex. Hopefully I didn’t miss any!

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“Two more, Y/N and you got him!” Sam cheered you on, clearly fighting back the urge to grip the edge of the beer pong table in anticipation.

You had no idea how you got roped into playing a round of beer pong, with the one person you absolutely couldn’t stand. The feeling was mutual, though… Jake couldn’t stand you either. But, you weren’t regretting it as much as you thought you would in the beginning, as you lined yourself up to make your next shot at his last two cups standing.

Meanwhile on your end of the table, most of the cups were still standing.

“Oh…Oh-” Danny whispered, watching the ball leave your fingers. “OH, SHIT!”

“She’s a fucking beast! I told you!” Sam shouted as he and Danny cheered obnoxiously.

“Do you want her to sink this last one, or just accept defeat now??” Sam snorted, laughing even more as Jake’s face grew even more irritated.

“You could still recover…” Josh tried to soothe him, knowing good and well there was not a chance of a comeback.

Jake shot him a death glare over his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Someone handed the ball back to you and you let out a long, nervous breath. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop; all eyes -Jake’s included- staring you down with some antsy and some hopeful expressions. Jake’s face was just downright livid.

You lifted your arm, setting yourself up for what would hopefully your final, winning shot.

Holding your breath, you flicked your wrist just so and the small ball flew from your fingers, directly into Jake’s last cup flawlessly.

The room erupted in loud cheers, Danny, Sam and even Josh coming around to bombard you with praises and tipsy hugs.

Jake’s hands slammed down against the wooden table with a loud bang that startled at least half the room. The force of his actions shook the whole table, causing the remaining cups of liquor on your end to spill everywhere.

“Come on, Jake. Don’t be a sore loser.” You teased, only pushing his buttons further.

God, was it nice to be the one doing the shit talking for once. Finally being the one to make Jake mad, versus the other way around - how it normally was.

Jake snatched his (still mostly full) bottle of whiskey from the table angrily, leaving drops of the sloshing liquid all over the table from the force in which he snatched it. Josh watched him attentively, opening his mouth to speak, but shut it as soon as Jake stormed passed him.

The whole room made awkward attempts at turning their attention elsewhere, in attempts at pretending Jake’s little outburst didn’t happen, save for the four of you.

“I think he might be pissed.” Sam snickered in his intoxicated state. “Like really pissed. God, he’s such a hot head.”

“No shit, Sam.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’s just the alcohol…”

It definitely was not just the alcohol and you all knew it.

“He’ll be fine… Just let him be, I guess.” Josh sighed, eyes fixed on the hallway Jake had just disappeared down.

You could tell Josh was slightly taken aback by Jake’s behavior, which made a twinge of guilt start to form inside you - Even though you disliked him because of how he treated you. However, there was not a chance in hell you were going to ruin your once-in-a-blue-moon victory.

“Should I go apologize?” you questioned, biting back a smirk.

The eyes of all three boys shot to you immediately, widened with shock.

“Are you okay? Or are you that drunk?” Danny questioned, walking towards you with outstretched arms.

You huffed a laugh, swatting his arms away. “No, I’m not drunk, Danny. I’d say that was pretty fucking sobering.”

“I would definitely leave Jake alone right now, if I were you.” Josh suggested lightly.

As his twin, he knows Jake better than anyone in the room. You knew you should listen to Josh, but being the biggest hardhead, you were definitely going to ignore his suggestion.

“I’m just gonna go talk to him.” You told them, earning you looks of disapproval from Danny and Josh.

“You two can barely get along. I seriously don’t think this is the best choice you’re making.” Josh tried again, hoping to talk you out of it. “I’d just leave him be.”

“Oh, relax Josh,” Sam shrugged, slumping over into Danny’s shoulder. “We all know you’re not really going up there to apologize.”

You shot Sam a glare of distaste, only making his smirk grow wider. “Am I wrong?”

“Y/N, seriously. If you’re just trying to go in there and rattle his cage even more… don’t.” Josh pleaded with you.

You simply ignored Josh’s pleas, sitting your cup down on the table amongst the others that were tipped over.

All three boys watched you walk down the hall in silence.

“Yeah, okay! Don’t listen to his twin or anything!” Josh yelled after you as you disappeared out of sight.

You shook your head, smiling to yourself at how desperate he sounded. Rightfully so on Josh’s part, to be fair. You were sailing on some dangerous waters.

Those dangerous waters being an angry Jake.

As you reached his door, you fully expected some of your confidence to dissipate out of nerves, fear, whatever. Instead, you found a new wave overcoming you. In your over-confidence and clouded judgment, you reached for the door handle and swung open the door of Jake’s room.

“What the fuck??” Jake snapped, jumping up from where he had been sitting on the bed. There was a blink of thick silence; the perfect opportunity to for you to back out… But you decided to stay.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?! Barging in here like this is your own god damn room?!”

Jake’s voice was loud enough to echo through the entire house. You were sure that Josh, Danny and probably even Sam were all cringing to themselves in the living room.

“I came to apologize.” You flashed him your best doe eyes and sweet smile.

The booming, humorless, laugh that Jake let out made your body jolt lightly.

“Oh! Now that’s fucking golden,” Jake laughed dryly. “In that case, you’re not forgiven. Get the fuck out.”

He pointed at the door and if looks could kill, you would have been dead within seconds.

“God, all this attitude just because you lost to me, Jakey? That’s a bit pathetic, don’t you think?” You provoked him further, smirking wickedly when his face turned bright red right before your eyes.

As his brain further processed everything you’d just said, his fists clenched at his sides and in the blink of an eye, you were being forcefully slammed into his bedroom door.

The door slammed closed behind you with a loud bang, sending a painting that was above the light switch tumbling down from the wall. The force of in which your back hit the door, sent all the air rushing out of your lungs.

Now, this… this was a bit more than you had bargained for.

As if they had been anxiously waiting for something to happen, you heard

loud, rushed footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Y/N? Jake?! What the fuck?!?” Danny yelled from outside the door, jiggling the handle frantically.

“Fuck off, Danny!” Jake bit angrily, reaching down to firmly hold the door handle in place, causing his body to press harder against yours.

“I’m- We’re fine, Danny..” You croaked out, trying -but failing- to sound reassuring.

Jake had his head turned away from you, staring down at the floor, just waiting for Danny to say something else. You on the other hand, had your eyes screwed shut and hands flat against the door. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, breath catching in your throat every so often.

The two of you stayed just like that for what felt like ages, but was really only seconds. The only sounds being your’s and Jake’s breathing and the low sounds of Jimi Hendrix playing through his record player.

“If they kill each other, they kill each other...” You faintly heard Danny mumble to whoever was with him. Most likely Josh.

You could picture Danny shrugging in utter defeat.

“Jake..” you whispered hesitantly and his eyes shot up to yours immediately.

Jake’s stare was cold and dark. Downright bone-chilling and it made you feel immensely intimidated.

“You-” He growled, letting go of the door handle and pointing his finger at you. “-You have some goddamn nerve, you know that? God, I was hoping you would go straight through this door, but I guess I’m not that lucky.”

Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly, while you fought with your brain to come up with at least a half decent comeback.

“You couldn’t put me through this door, even if you were Danny’s size.” You fired back. Finally.

“Mm. If only Daniel hated you as much as I do… I would gladly ask him to do it.” Jake spoke wishfully, mostly ignoring your blow - comparing his size to Danny’s.

“Too bad he doesn’t.” You smirked triumphantly. “Does it get exhausting, Jakey? Hating my guts for no apparent reason?” You lended a sweetness to your tone, especially on the nickname.

“Stop fucking calling me that.” Jake demanded. “You know what gets exhausting?? Listening to you talk. That annoying, sweet, little voice of yours makes my blood boil.”

“Then shut me up, Jakey.” You challenged him, glancing down at his lips briefly without thinking. “You won’t do shit.”

Jake placed one hand on your hip and wrapped his other around your throat. His whole body pressed you harder into the door with the new leverage; the wood cracking and popping softly behind you. His face was suddenly millimeters from yours, his lips ghosting over the skin just shy of your lips. It was as if he was fighting every urge in his body that was screaming at him to kiss you. To take you to bed and fuck you senseless; the way he always wanted to deep down, but would never dare admit to himself.

“I won’t do shit…?” He spoke against the corner of you mouth.

“Say it again.”

Your own mind raced, trying to figure out why you so badly wanted to seek out his lips.

Your body took over, as if acting without permission from your brain. You chased after the impending kiss as much as your body would allow with his hand around your throat, pinning your head against the door.

“No.” Jake growled, pulling away just out of your reach. “Tell me again I won’t do shit.”

“You won’t do shit.”

Jake flashed you the tiniest smirk, before-

Smack.

His hand retreated from your throat and collided with your cheek. Not enough to genuinely hurt you, but enough to cause the slightest sting to form over your skin. A very pleasurable sting, at that - To your surprise.

Jake searched your face, his filthy smirk widening when all he found was your mouth agape in shock and a deep red blush taking over your cheeks. Mentally you were kicking yourself for liking it… And letting him see that you liked it.

“I’m gonna show you just how much I can’t fucking stand you.” Jake said lowly, like it was a promise.

Without letting you even get a word in, his lips finally connected with yours. You kissed him back without a second thought. It was clear some part deep inside both of had been wanting it, just by how desperate and intense the kiss was.

As the kids intensified, your hands found the hem of his shirt. You gave it a strong tug, signaling that you wanted it gone.

“Already? God you’re such an impatient little whore.” Jake taunted, pulling away to tug his shirt over his head.

“If I’m coming out of my shirt, so are you.”

He pulled away from you, but only leaving you just enough room for you to get your shirt over your head. Once it was off, you were back against the door.

“Jake-“ You hissed, arching away from the cool wood.

“Shut up.”

Jake went for the swell of one of your breasts that was peaking out from your bra. He began biting from there all the way up your neck, to your jaw and finally back to up to your lips, where he captured your lips in another rough kiss.

His lips were -almost literally- intoxicating, tasting of the Whiskey he’d been sipping on for the last couple hours.

Jake broke away just enough to take your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it until a whine finally erupted from you.

“We’ll see how long you keep running this little mouth.” Jake added, grabbing your jaw.

“Around you? Good luck getting me to stop.” You glared up at his lust blown eyes.

Jake jerked you away from the door, practically dragging you over to his bed and throwing you down. Everything he did was with so much force and speed, it made your head spin trying to keep up.

“We’ll see about that when I’m finished fucking you into this mattress.” Jake’s hands found each of your wrists, gathering them both into one hand and pinning them above your head. You gave them an experimental tug, just to see how strong he was - As if how hard he slammed you into his door wasn’t enough proof of his strength.

Jake used one of his legs to spread yours apart and his free hand snuck between your legs, taunting you with a barely there touch over your throbbing core.

“All I better here out of that mouth, is you begging for me to let you cum.” Jake told you, continuing to trace over your core teasingly. “No.. That IS all I’m gonna hear,” Jake rephrased matter-of-factly. “I’ll care about your pleasure when hell freezes over.”

“Well, aren’t you just the biggest pleasure dom.” You jested sarcastically, involuntarily pushing your hips into Jake’s hand.

“And you’re a needy whore.” Jake chuckled without an ounce of humor. “You’re already trying to get some pleasure.”

Jake’s hand swiftly collided with your throbbing cunt, smacking it just like he had done with your cheek.

“Oh, fuck-“ you gasped, jerking your hips away from him.

“Too bad I’m not gonna give it to you…” Jake added on, landing one more smack against you.

“Jake, I-”

“Shut up. One more word from you and I’ll take my belt to your ass.” Jake threatened, but you quickly decided that’s exactly what you wanted.

Jake raised his eyebrows questioningly, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I don’t take commands from a sore loser.” You spoke defiantly, giving one strong yank at your arms.

“You know what-“ Jake mumbled and released your hands, getting off of you.

He stood at the edge of the bed with a dark, heated expression, pointing to the floor.

“Get up, pants off. Now.”

You hesitated for a beat, looking at him with a blank expression.

“Keep fucking trying me, Y/N. PLEASE, keep it up.” Jake barked, daring you to continue pushing your limits.

Making sure to really make your actions look reluctant; you got up and stood in front of him, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Just the pants?” You questioned in fake disappointment.

Jake narrowed his eyes at you, giving you a look that made your blood run ice cold. You caved and began undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. “Okay, okay...”

“Panties too, baby girl.“ Jake gestured to your lower half, eyes locked on your nearly naked body.

You slid them down your legs slowly, making a little show of it for him, until they were completely gone from your body. You stepped towards Jake, but he stopped you with a single hand, standing up from the edge of the bed.

“You think I was gonna let you sit in my lap? Not a fucking chance.” Jake’s hands began undoing the buckle of his belt, the clanking of the metal sending chills down your spine and straight to your core.

Once he pulled it out from the loops of his jeans, he sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” Jake’s hand grabbed at your arm, pulling you to him. “Lay across my lap, so I can mark this ass with my name.”

You did as he said without any hesitation for once. Every part of you was enjoying this and Jake was becoming very much aware of the little game you were playing with him.

“Don’t get it twisted, I still don’t like you… But your safe word is purple. Got it?” Despite the dry tone to his voice, Jake still made sure you were not in a position you couldn’t get out of.

“Got i- Fuck, Jake!”

Jake’s belt snapped against your ass before you could even get the words out. Your hand clasped over your mouth in attempts to muffle the pornographic moan that was threatening to rip its way out of you.

“Uncover your mouth, or I’ll tie your hands up.” Jake threatened, drawing his arm back to release another blow to your ass.

The stinging burn returned again within seconds, making you wince and moan at the same time.

“Ja- Jake,” you stuttered, feeling your resolve crumbling quicker than you could save it.

“Does this feel good?” Jake spat, whipping the belt against your ass again.

“F-fuck! Yes!” you admitted breathlessly, head dropping down as you gripped Jake’s thigh.

“Oh, of course it does.” Jake scoffed, with yet another crack of his belt. “I would expect nothing less from you. Such a little slut.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed out through gritted teeth.

You heard the sound of Jake’s belt hitting the wall and jumped slightly, his hand coming down against the red, blistering area of your ass.

“Jake, please!“ You pleaded, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Please what, bitch? Go on, beg for what you want.” He taunted, as if he was really going to grant you whatever you beg for.

“Tell me why I should fuck you.” He demanded, taunting your entrance with two of his fingers.

“No,” you refused stubbornly.

Jake grabbed you up in his arms, stood up and tossed you down on the bed with a loud crack ringing out from beneath the mattress.

“Fuck it,” Jake hissed, climbing over you.

It was then you had realized the slight dip in the middle as he got on top of you.

“Did you just brea-“

“Yes and I said fuck it.” Jake cut you off, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He bit down on it harshly, eliciting a choked moan from you.

You arched up into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair and tugging roughly. Jake groaned, biting even harder down on your other nipple.

Jake released it, trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach.

He bit into your hip, sucking a hickey into the skin there, before finally moving the rest of the way down to your aching core.

“You don’t wanna beg me?” Jake questioned, looking up at you with dark eyes. “Well, you will once my mouth is wrapped around your clit and I’m telling you not to cum.”

“I-I doubt that. No way in hell you can make me beg.” You held Jake’s eyes as he placed a kiss just above your clit, knowing good and well that once Jake’s mouth was on you, it was gonna be hard to keep up this little act of yours.

“Okay. Your words, sweetheart.” Jake chuckled lowly. “Your words.”

Splaying a hand over each of your thighs, Jake shoved your legs further apart. His mouth hovered over you, smirking to himself as he watched your cunt clench around nothing.

You stared up at the ceiling, breath catching on every other intake. The anticipation and uneven breathing was already making you dizzy.

Jake licked teasingly from your entrance up to your clit, just barely flicking it a few times with his tongue. He was holding back on purpose, wanting to prolong your torture even more.

You breathed in and out heavily, already fighting back the urge to let his name tumble off your lips.

Jake’s lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it with more force than what his previous actions had been. Your hips bucked up into his mouth involuntarily and you immediately looked down to see Jake’s reaction. He was smiling cockily against you, his arm snaking over your hips to keep you in place.

“So desperate already.” Jake taunted, his free hand coming down to tease at your entrance. He watched your face for any sort of reaction as he sunk two fingers into you. Meeting his intense stare, you gulped down the moan that was bubbling up to the back of your throat.

“You’re so fucking stubborn.” Jake said through gritted teeth.

Curling his fingers inside you, he searched for your sweet spot. His mouth found your clit again, eating you out with a mind blowing level of determination.

After no more than a minute of Jake’s mouth eating you out like you were his first meal in days, you were finding it extremely difficult to keep yourself quiet. Jake’s fingers worked at your sweet spot steadily, every so often sinking them in even deeper to beckon you closer to the edge, prodding into a spot you didn’t even know was there. He kept you just shy of your orgasm for what felt like forever, not letting you get quite there; keeping you just close enough to let that dull burn in the pit of your stomach drive you crazy.

“Jake,” you whimpered, chest heaving rapidly.

He payed you absolutely no mind - Ignoring you entirely, continuing to unravel you with his fingers and mouth.

“Make me cum, Jake.” You tried to demand, but he ignored you once again. The frustration building inside you was easily enough to make you cry. “J-Jake.” You tried to repeat firmly.

“No.” Jake pulled away from you, replacing his mouth with his thumb.

You rolled your hips, trying to press his thumb harder into your clit.

“You want it, slut? What did I say you had to do?”

You let out an annoyed groan. “I said I’m not begging you, Kiszka.”

“Then I guess you’re not gonna get off tonight.” Jake smirked, digging his fingers deeper into you. “Not like I care anyways.”

Deciding to play dirty, Jake sped up his fingers inside you and his thumb over clit, quickly bringing you right up to the edge.

“Jake- Jake, Jake!” you repeated, your skin tingling, orgasm mere seconds away from taking over you.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jake stopped his assault on your clit, but didn’t remove his fingers from you. Instead pressing into your sweet spot mercilessly, letting you throb around his fingers.

“I.. fucking hate you...” you squirmed, desperately trying to move his fingers off that spot inside you.

“You don’t mean that,” He teased sarcastically, shooting you a fake smile.

His thumb returned to your clit once again and your whole body jolted under his touch.

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” Jake cooed in a faux caring voice. “Trying to act like I have absolutely no effect on you… Like you ACTUALLY hate me.”

“I do actually h-hate you,” You scoffed, squeezing your eyes shut. “And you hate me.”

Jake huffed a laugh through his nose, eyes racking over your body as it twitched and grew warmer and warmer beneath him. Whether he would still “hate” you after this was to be determined in his mind.

Tangling your hands in the comforter of Jake’s bed, you let out a quiet whine as he hurled you back towards another orgasm.

“Aww, is my stubborn little slut getting close?” Jake slowed his fingers and more of your stubborn act crumbled away as he let another orgasm fall away.

“Jake, please…” You muttered quietly.

Jake raised a brow at you, leaning over your body with his face inches from yours.

“Mm, I didn’t catch that, baby girl.”

“You heard me.” You sassed, meeting his eyes boldly.

“Maybe I did,” Jake whispered against your cheek. His hand abandoned your hip and wrapped around you throat. “But I want you to say it again.”

“You… you’ve gotta do better than that, Jake.”

Jake pulled his fingers out of you and before you could even protest, they were being shoved into your mouth without any warning.

“Keep running this little mouth.” Jake growled, his hand that was holding down your hip, now wrapping securely around your throat. “Please, keep it up. I’ll take you back downstairs to that party, bend you down over that beer pong table and fuck you dumb in front of everyone.”

Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly. You watched Jake lean back, popping the button of his jeans and shoving them down his legs. He tossed them off somewhere on his bedroom floor, along with his boxers and leaned over to his nightstand, picking up his bottle of whiskey. You couldn’t help but to stare at his size, noting how painfully hard he looked. For some reason, it just struck you by surprise that he was maybe enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Maybe one day everyone can watch me hate-fuck you completely stupid-” Jake started, moving back over top of you, with his bottle in hand. “-But for now, they just get to listen.”

Bringing the bottle to his lips, he tipped his head back along with it. He pulled the bottle away just as quickly as he had brought it up to his lips, his mouth still full of the dark liquor.

Jake’s other hand went up to your face and his thumb played with your bottom lip. When you didn’t quite catch his drift, his whole hand collided with your cheek.

Your mouth fell open immediately, releasing an uncontrollable moan and Jake took that as his chance. He lined his mouth up above yours, sending a stream of liquor directly into your mouth.

Jake watched your mouth close slowly, a small droplet of liquor dripping down the side of your mouth. “Swallow it.”

The Whiskey burned delightfully as it traveled down your throat, warning you up from the inside out - as if you weren’t already hot enough.

You opened your mouth up for Jake, showing him that you had swallowed it all.

“Nice to know you can actually fucking listen..” He mumbled, taking a drink from the bottle himself, before leaning over to the nightstand and sitting it back down.

Jake took himself in his hand, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he tended to his throbbing cock.

You watched him with hooded eyes, mouth watering at the pre cum leaking from him.

Hooking a leg over his hip, Jake lined himself up at your entrance. He just barely pushed himself in, pulling back out completely and running himself through your folds. He repeated the action a few times, eyes locked on where his cock was teasing you.

“I hope you can fuck better than you play beer pong, Jakey.” You quipped boldly without really thinking, watching his face harden.

With a sharp thrust, Jake filled you up completely. You moaned loudly at the unexpected stretch of him filling you up, gripping at his forearms on either side of your head.

“Why are you moaning already??” Jake taunted questioningly, drawing back and slamming his hips back into yours. “That’s an awfully bold thing to say, for someone who’s already moaning for me.”

“Jesus christ, Jake!” You choked out,

eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yeah? What is it, baby girl? Hmm?” Jake cooed as if he really cared, punctuating his words with another deep thrust. “Does it feel good when I go this deep?”

“J-Jake- Fucking, please!” You begged, feeling him brush against places inside you that no one had ever reached before.

“Please, what??” Jake pried in a low tone, tangling his hand in your hair and tugging it roughly. “Look at you… My stubborn little whore is falling apart, isn’t she?”

His repeated use of “My” made your head spin.

Jake’s lips connected with your neck and he settled into a faster pace, fucking into you mercilessly.

“I think you might need a little more of an incentive than this, don’t you?”

Jake bit at your earlobe, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t- I don’t need.. anything from you.” You moaned out, trying to hold onto what little bit of hate and defiance you had left.

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, but-“

Jake’s hands found the backs of your knees and pushed them back until they were almost touching your chest. He went right back into his previous pace and an embarrassingly loud moan flew from your mouth.

“Yeah, there we go…” Jake smirked proudly.

Hooking his arms around your legs, he reached up to the headboard, giving himself even better leverage.

“Slow d-down, I-Can’t! I can’t, Jake!” Your hands found the backs of his shoulders, digging your nails in and dragging them across his skin.

An animalistic groan erupted from him and you could see the muscles throughout his arms tense, as he gripped the metal bed frame until his knuckles were white.

Feeling something wet on the tips of yours fingers, you brought on of your hands to his chest to see what it was, noticing the faint trails of red your fingertips left behind.

“Damn it, Y/N-“ Jake hissed, letting out another loud groan.

The two of you could without a doubt be heard by his brothers and all your friends downstairs. Especially you.

You could feel the familiar burn return to the pit of your stomach and in light of not wanting to have your orgasm ripped away for the fourth time, you decided not to tell Jake.

“Is that how good I make you feel? Enough for you to make me fucking bleed??” Jake asked you, fighting back his knowing smirk when you started to clench tighter around him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“N-no,” you lied, whining when Jake’s pace slowed down.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Y/N.” Jake warned. “You CAN’T lie to me.”

Jake slowed almost to a complete stop, only giving you a halfhearted thrust ever few seconds. He let your legs down, resting his on one of his forearms above you. Sneaking his other arm between your bodies, he traced you stomach teasingly.

“I bet you’re just aching right here, aren’t you?” Jake’s tone was dripping in faux sympathy. He watched you breathe in and out heavily, tiny whimpers leaving your lips on every release.

“Please, Jake… it hurts..” It wasn’t a lie. As pleasurable of an ache as it may have been at first, it was starting to drive you up the wall.

“You know what you have to do, then.” Jake reminded you. “”Please, Jake” Isn’t good enough.”

Jake’s thumb swept over your clit and you reached for his wrist to tear his hand away. “I can do this all night, baby girl.” He whispered as he started to slowly fuck in and out of you again and you cried out.

“I know, I know… It just feels so good and you wanna cum.” Jake goaded, working his way back up to his previous pace, with the added stimulation of his thumb.

“So pathetic and greedy. Beg for it, slut.”

“Let me cum, Jake, please! Fucking tell me I can,” you pleaded, fucked out and whiny.

Jake’s thumb pressed into your clit harder and you caved, dangerously close to coming undone around him.

“Okay, okay! Jake, please please please!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you gasped to fill your lungs with air.

“Let me cum, please, I need it so bad! I give in- Please, Jake!”

Jake moaned, satisfied enough by your begging. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. Before you could even protest, he pulled you on top of him and lined you up with his cock. You sunk down on him with a pathetic cry of bliss and over-sensitivity.

“You wanna cum so bad? Get yourself off, then, slut.” Jake commanded, guiding your hips. “Make a mess like the little whore you are, c’mon.”

You leaned forward and gripped Jake’s shoulders, making him suck on a breath through his teeth at the twinge of pain your nails caused.

“I’m not getting you off, so you better do it yourself if you wanna cum.” Jake rasped into your ear and he reached up, taking one of your wrists in his hand. He placed your hand where your bodies’ were joined, holding it there with a firm grip.

You rubbed quick circles into your clit, not giving a single fuck about Jake’s refusal to get you off himself - Even though he was the whole reason you were so close in the first place. It got him off just to watch you fall apart above him, forcing you to do it yourself just to be an ass, yet still knowing he was a main source of pleasure.

“Please, Jake can I cum?? Please, I can’t… I can’t-“

“Cum for me, baby girl. Be a filthy little whore and make a mess all over me.” Jake’s hand reached up to your hair, tugging it until you were staring at the ceiling.

As though your body was just waiting for those words from him, you spiraled into your orgasm within seconds.

Your back arched and if it weren’t for Jake’s other hand abandoning your wrist and supporting your back, you would have fallen backwards. Your vision blurred around the edges and you could only faintly hear yourself screaming Jake’s name.

Jake, mere seconds away from his own high, lifted you off of himself and moved you to sit on his thigh. He jerked himself off until he came all over his stomach, a raspy groan of your name falling gracefully off of his lips. It was the first time you had heard your name ever sound like that coming from him. Certainly a sound to be cherished.

Your hands held onto his hips as you shakily tried to keep yourself upright.

Jake’s head laid back against his pillows and his eyes were closed, focused on calming himself down.

“Jake…” You whispered his name hesitantly.

One of his eyes popped open and closed a second later. “Hmm?”

“Where are my clothes?”

It was a dumb question… You knew they were scattered around his room. You asked for the sole purpose of trying to find an out, assuming he was going to kick you out at any moment anyway.

“Why?” Jake asked, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Well i- i figured you…” You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to even say. “..You would want me to like… lea-“

“And who said I was done with you?” Jake smirked, giving you a mischievous look.

“You’re not going anywhere yet.”

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NSFW!!! warnings : non penetrative sex, dry humping, oral [f] )

2.2k words !

[notes:

non penetrative sex is really beautiful imo. ]

he breathed heavily against your neck as you fumbled to open the door to your apartment.

your relationship with josh was new, and he was amazing. he was soft, kind, gentle, so understanding.

and out of all those great qualities; it was difficult to ignore that he was incredibly sexy, and he most definitely knew his way around a woman. he knew exactly how to talk to you when you’d get worked up, he knew how to touch you, his hands fit into your crevices in the way that made it seem like he belonged there.

josh had touched you a couple times, and you, him; though it hadn’t gotten further than that. it was still new, you were nervous. that was normal! and he understood you completely.

and so when you finally opened the door, he wasted no second to pick you up and close it behind himself; leaving kisses all over your neck as he held you tight in his arms. he did not want to waste another second without having you this close. he kicked off his shoes quickly and you did the same; brushing your legs against his back as you removed yours.

“bedroom.”

“down the hall”

you could feel him smiling against your skin as you bounced slightly in his arms, his quick steps to your bedroom making you giggle a little and you rest your head on his curls until you’re suddenly dropped on the bed.

you look up into his brown eyes and pause for a second. catching a glimpse of how beautiful he looks right now. his brown curly hair is all over the place. his cheeks were flushed and he flashed you a toothy grin which made him look so innocent yet so sexy at the same time. you couldn’t help but feel your stomach full with butterflies at the sight of him.

you smile at the way he looks so flushed in front of you, the excitement bouncing off of his chest onto the ambiance of the room. his eyes speak louder than words, begging to take each other’s clothes off, and you agree. you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him onto the bed, so he’s sitting up and watching you stand in front of him.

you turn to your door so your back is facing him, and seductively remove your shirt slowly. you can hear him hold his breath as the clothed material which covered your back slowly comes off.

you turn back to him and slowly remove your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. he smiles at the view and without shame, stares at all your curves; the way your underwear hugs your hips so softly, the way your bra covers your breasts just enough to give him a glimpse of what is his.

“your turn” you say shyly and he gets up immediately. he hovers over you as his hand makes it’s way to the back of your head, interlocking his fingers with your hair as he pulls you in for a slow kiss. he holds you close and bites your bottom lip softly and backs away; watching you watch him take off his shirt slowly.

your eyes dart to his v-line, the way it’s so perfectly shaped. the way it frames his stomach so perfectly. he looks so beautiful. you can’t take your eyes off of his body as he takes off his pants quickly, leaving the both of you in just your underwear. he wore tight white boxers which stuck to his thighs perfectly, making them look so toned and thick. you just wanted to kiss every part of him- and so you did.

“you are so beautiful.” he spoke softly, biting his lip nervously as he stood a couple feet away. you watched as his brown eyes scanned your barely clothed body.

with your hand pressed against his chest- you pushed him onto the bed. he quickly backed up and rested his back on your bed’s headboard. from the way he was sat- he looked so soft yet so sexy. this magnetic pull made you crawl over to him softly, leaving small kisses starting from his thighs.

you had never seen josh fully uncovered this way, so vulnerable. so… bare. you couldn’t help but notice the way he twitched in his underwear as your lips made contact with the hem of his boxers. you smiled to yourself as you realized how much of an effect you had on him.

“c’mere princess, let me feel you” he breathed out softly, grabbing your hand and pulling it so you straddle his lap clumsily. he quickly grabs onto your hips and places you against him. you can’t deny the feeling of him right underneath you, the only thing separating your skin is the thin material of each other’s underwear. you gasp softly at how hard he is, amazed that it’s because of you.

“my sweet girl, oh how amazing you are.” he sighs happily, resting his head against the headboard and making direct eye contact with you.

“thank you joshy” you smile shyly at his comment, placing your hands on his chest. to stabilize yourself, place yourself in a more comfortable position.

by moving yourself, you grind against his length which makes him choke back a soft moan. he embarrassingly smiles and caresses your arm.

“you liked that, joshua?”

he bites his bottom lip and nods softly.

“i did..” he whispers, his fingertips leaving little shapes on your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingertips playing with his curls as his eyes make a trail from your bellybutton to your lips.

and so when you move your hips against him once again, you feel your heart beat loudly bouncing inside your skin, covering your walls with such emotions which makes your cheeks burn up. you watch him shut his eyes quickly and bite his bottom lip, choking back another moan.

“let me hear how much you like it…” you tell him. he opens up his eyes again and nods, submissively looking up at you.

you grind your hips against his slowly, coating his underwear with the wetness of yours slowly. his cock throbs underneath you which just makes you want him even more.

“fuck.. you amaze me.. every time” josh breathes out slowly, his brown eyes looking down to be faced with the view of his white underwear becoming see-through by each second, the way you start grinding faster against him, showing him how much you want him.

his fingers make their way to the back of your bra, his pretty eyes asking if it’s okay. you nod with a shy smile and in a swift motion his hands unclasp it and he helps you take it off. his soft hands make their way to your rib cage, dragging them up slowly until they’re cupping your breasts.

‘fuck..’ he mouths to himself as he squeezes them a bit, the action makes you shiver a little and you move your hands to the headboard, putting more weight on him as you rub your cunt against his clothed cock, the warmth of your wetness against him just arouses you more and more and the way he looks right now.. it drives you mad.

his lips are dark red, parted, his hair is messy and all over the place. his chest is so warm and rising up and down quickly as his thumbs drag over your nipples softly. his brown eyes are captivated by your whole being and you can’t help but whimper at the sight of them.

“can i.. suck them, darling?” he asks softly and you nod immediately. he wastes no time to move his hands to your lower back as he wraps his lips around your left nipple. his brown eyes stare deep into yours as his tongue leaves slow little licks against it. you try to hold back a whimper at the action but fail to- letting him know it feels good.

“god- josh. mhm” you whimper as his hands push you down onto his length. all he wants to feel is you. his hands run up and down your back, making you clench around him, feeling him twitch against your cunt.

he can’t focus on anything but you. your body. the way you’re moving against him. he removes his mouth for a couple seconds, resting his head against the headboard and just watching you pleasure yourself on him, watching you rub your pretty little cunt against his large dick.

his hands make their way to your hips, your ribs, your hips once again. he cannot get enough of the sight of you. all he can do is lay there and let you fuck yourself against him.

“please use me as you wish” is all he can breathe out. his mind is foggy, just you. it’s all you.

you listen and fuck yourself on him like he wants you to, your hands make their way to his shoulders as you throw your head back in pleasure, your clit rubbing against the feeling of his tip at just the right angle. you feel yourself getting close against him and you can tell he wants you to cum like this.

you feel his hands drift to your thighs, your inner thighs. he gives them a small squeeze, letting you know he’s there, he’s there with you- about to cum. he wants to feel you so fucking bad he can’t focus on anything but that.

“cmon sweet girl, fuck yourself all pretty. do it.” he breathes out and it sound so soft. so soft you could cry but you need to cum. you give another good three strokes from your cunt against his cock until there you are; shaking in his arms. that sweet little orgasm taking over your body as you breathe heavily in the crook of his neck.

“fuck. you’re so pretty, so, so pretty.” he breathes in your hair and you feel him buck his hips up a little. to your surprise, you look down and notice the waistband of his boxers filled with a white substance.

he came to the sight of you.

your breath hitches as you watch his cock pump it out slowly, and you help him by grinding your hips a little, squeezing out every last drop of him.

“you’re perfect. so perfect. god.” little exhausted mumbles escape his lips as he tries to catch his breath, his hands fixed on your hips now. his thumbs caress your skin softly and the feeling brings immense comfort as you wrap your arms around his neck once again- holding him close.

“lay down, pretty. let me lick you clean.” he whispers and you blush; biting your bottom lip and listening to him. he helps you lay on your back and caresses your thighs as he crawls down from being on top of you all of a sudden.

he backs up so his mouth is right next to your cum- soaked underwear, his pointer and index fingers dipping into the waistband gently and pulling them off.

he can’t stop himself from gasping as he watches the white material unstick itself from your cunt- your cum acting like a glue to your underwear.

“fuck, pretty. you made a mess.”

he smiles up at you from between your thighs, and dips his head down to your slit, letting his tongue hang loose as he licks a stripe up; tasting your cum soaked folds.

a gasp escapes your lips, followed by a moan as he fully coats his mouth with your juices, his tongue licking all over your aroused area. an orgasm itching away as he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“so pretty. beautiful. you taste lovely.” he smiles up at you; his pink swollen lips curved so cutely framed by his soft features. his curly hair was even messier than before, contaminated by your hands, now.

you can’t help yourself but push him down a little, needing him so badly. and he listens, chucking softly to himself as he dips his head down once again; humming softly against your clit as your fingers pull his curls.

his name escapes your lips over and over again, all there is in this room is him. him placing all his attention on you, making you feel good. you loved him so much for this, for how much he cared. he was so kind to you, his care pulled you in like a wave in a beach of comfort, you wanted to drown in it. be consumed by it all.

you’re dragged back to reality as josh licks slow circles around your clit, your orgasm seconds away. your thighs begin to shake around his head and his hands find them, holding them and pulling them closer to his face.

his brown eyes scream ‘come on me, do it, my pretty girl.’ as he watches your every move from down below. and you listen, coating him with your cum once again. he doesn’t stop until the high of your orgasm is over, sighing in content.

“i love you” he breathes out, crawling over you and settling with his face in your neck, his hands leaving little love traces on the skin of your shoulder.

“you do?” you respond in shock, this being the first time he ever tells you this.

“i do. so much.” he smiles, leaving kisses on your neck.

“i love you too.” you smile and wrap your arms around him, holding him close and smiling big.

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