#jake kiskza smut

[readyforthegarden]

Yes, Chef

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Synopsis: A sweet late night snack for yourself turns into one for Jake as well.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), food play (the classic eating whipped cream off someones body, licking up strawberry juice)

A/N: I've had this in the works since Bourbon and Beyond over a year ago, and suddenly got struck with inspiration. Enjoy!

WC: 3140

You weren’t sure how you ended up on the kitchen counter at 2am. Well, that was only half true. You knew incredibly well how you got there, stark naked, and whimpering while Jake took his time with you. All you wanted was to make a quick and sweet late night snack while you stayed up to finish your book. Jake was off somewhere else in the house, undoubtedly playing one of his many guitars, or recording something to show his brothers the next time he saw them.

But as soon as he heard you rustling in the kitchen, he was at your heels, suddenly craving a snack as well. You were taking a carton of strawberries out of the fridge, a can of whipped cream tucked in your arm and he grinned. You washed the berries in a colander, and began to place them in a bowl when he stopped you.

“Baby, let me,” Jake was never one to just toss a snack together. He took pride in his kitchen, and even simple snacks turned into decadent appetizers. He gently nudged you out of the way, getting a cutting board and knife, slicing up the strawberries.

“Jake, I’m happy to just eat them as is.” you protested softly, itching to get back to your book. “You don’t have to make it fancy.” he turned to you, lifting an eyebrow.

“Nothing but the best for my love,” he smirked. “Hand me the sugar?”

“Yes, Chef.” you rolled your eyes with a small giggle, turning to grab the small canister of sugar you kept on the counter by the stove and mixer. Jake’s knife stopped, and you turned to find him watching you. “What?”

“What did you say?”

“Yes Chef?” Jake watched you wide eyed for a moment, a small blaze behind them as he set the knife down. “Jake?”

“You know, in restaurants, whatever the head chef says goes, right?” he turned his body fully to you, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s why when he commands something, the answer is ‘yes chef’.”

“Is that so?” your voice dropped to a murmur as he stalked closer to you, rolling up the sleeves of his tattered shirt to his elbows.

“It is,” Jake confirmed, once he was nose-to-nose with you. His eyes were looking at your lips for a few moments before they flickered up to yours, a playful, amorous look in them. “Would you like to play a little game?”

“I don’t know Jake,” you teased. “We’re both pretty sore losers, are you sure it’s a good idea?” Jake smirked, brushing his lips against yours.

“Darlin’, I can promise that both of us are going to end up very, very happy.” a small, excited shiver ran down your spine when his lips touched yours, and you found yourself nodding.

“What’s the game?” you breathed.

“When I tell you to do something, when I ask something of you, you answer ‘Yes Chef’.”

“And if I don’t want to do something?” you asked, testing your boundaries.

“‘No Chef,’” Jake gave you a soft smile, his reminder that he would never ask too much of you, always giving you an out and a safety net. “Do you want to play?”

“Yes, Chef.” Jake grinned, leaning down and wrapping his arms around you, letting them slide down the backs of your thighs until you were off the ground. He carried you over to the opposite counter, setting you down on the edge before making sure the cutting board and knife is far out of the way. He sauntered back over, holding the colander of strawberries in his hands. Setting it by your leg, he reached in, plucking a large one up by the leaves.

“You picked some really lovely berries at the farmers market this morning,” he murmured. “You always do. You find the ones that are so ripe and plump, so juicy.” he raised it to his nose, smelling the red fruit. He wasn’t lying, the fruit in his hand was almost ready to burst. Reaching out, he pointed the tip of the berry towards you. “You can feel it,” he let the strawberry touch the very edge of your bottom lip, tracing the shape of them. Jake watched the path as he traced it again. You waited for the moment he presented the berry to you to bite, yet it didn’t come. Watching him with an almost forlorn look, he brought the berry back to his own lips, biting into it.

The moan that rumbled from his chest as the juices cascaded over his tongue set you on fire. His eyes had closed as he took the bite, slowly opening them again as he pulled it away from his mouth, chewing slowly. You could see the shine of juice on his lips, and subconsciously licked your own.

“Would you like a taste?” you nodded quickly and Jake just chuckled with a devious smirk. “What do you say?”

“Yes Chef,” you expected the berry to be brought to your lips, but instead Jake stood between your legs, leaning up and pressing his lips to yours, his tongue skillfully sliding into your mouth and gently, slowly lapping against yours. The lingering flavor of the strawberry made you hum, melting as Jake’s gentle caresses relaxed you. He pulled away slowly, bringing the bitten berry to your lips and allowing you a full taste.

You savored the juiciness, the exact flavor you were looking to satisfy your late night craving with flooding your senses. A droplet of the berry’s juice dripped from your lip, landing on the old t-shirt you wore. The color soaked into the faded, off-white fabric and Jake tsked.

“Can’t keep your whites clean?” he sighed. “Take it off.” Your fingers found the hem of the t-shirt, raising it above your head and letting it drop to the floor. Your skin prickled at the coolness of the air, something Jake’s ever observant eyes honed in on. “Cold?”

“A little,” the words floated out in a sigh. Jake smiled, twirling the berry in his fingers. Without another word, he brought the bitten fruit to your left breast, teasing it. The berry was cool, its juices leaving a sticky sweet trail around your nipple as Jake traced it. You were almost transfixed watching his hand, eyes following the slow circles. He broke the trance when he leaned in, replacing the berry with his mouth. His tongue was just as slow as his hand, lapping up the drying trail of juice. Your head fell back, arms stretching out behind you with your palms flat to support yourself as the tip of his tongue flicked your hardened nipple. You fell into the feeling of Jake at your breast, the gentle tug of his teeth on the sensitive flesh. Your back arched, pressing the swell further into his mouth.

Registering a touch on your other nipple, you glanced down. Jake had raised the strawberry up to your other breast, rubbing the juices there. Your eyes trailed to his face, to find him looking up at you through his lashes, studying your reactions. Biting your bottom lip, you whimpered softly, your skin flushing as he trailed a wet kiss from your left breast to your right, lapping the juice there.

“Jake,” you sighed, reaching out a hand and tangling your fingers in his hair. If he heard your moan, he paid you no mind. Wrapping his lips around your right nipple he mimicked the movements he’d finished only a few moments earlier before letting go with a soft pop, and bringing his lips to yours again. When he pulled away, he stepped back, watching your flushed body move with your breathing.

Finishing the strawberry in his hand, he tossed the leaves and small stem to the sink. He moved slowly about the kitchen, going to the counter space next to where you sat, and moving a few items, clearing it off.

“Would you lay down for me?”

“Yes Chef,” your body was chilled again as you twisted on the smooth surface, laying back on the granite. Turning your head, you watched him as he picked up the can of whipped cream, shaking it in his hand rhythmically. He watched you shiver as your body adjusted to the cool granite while he used the pad of his thumb to pop off the cap to the can, letting it drop to the floor with a rattle.

“You know, I would prefer to make our own whipped cream instead of eating something out of the can.” he hummed, then as if it was a side note, “Open your mouth,” you did so without question, sticking out your tongue flat as he pressed his finger against the nozzle, squirting the creamy confection onto it. Before you could taste it, Jake leaned over, lapping it off your waiting tongue before closing his mouth around yours in a kiss. “Not enough flavor for me, but it will do for tonight.” Without another word, he moved the tip of the nozzle to the valley between your breasts, circling around your navel and to the waistband of your panties.

Setting the can up by your head with a soft clink, he leaned over your body, letting his tongue follow the path of the quickly warming cream. One of his hands was holding back his hair, keeping it from getting into the trial. The mustache he’d been growing in as of late tickled your skin, making you shudder. As he circled your belly button, you began to grow desperate, your body growing hot under his affections.

“Jake, I need you,” you yearned quietly. He raised his head, giving you a smarmy look as he rounded the edge of the counter, standing between your knees which hung over. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, teasing the skin at your hips where the hem of your panties rested.

“You need me?” Jake murmured, his fingertips following the round of your hips and taking hold of the waistband. You raised your hips the best you could, allowing him to slide the cotton down your legs and dispose of them with your stained shirt. One of his hands found your wrist, slipping the simple black hair tie that rested there onto his wrist before standing back and tying his hair in a low bun at the nape of his neck.

Jake’s hands were back on your thighs, sliding underneath them and holding tightly, dragging you down the counter until you were almost afraid you’d slide right off to the floor. Stepping away momentarily, he picked up another berry from the colander, taking his place between your legs again. “I wonder which is going to taste sweeter, this berry or you?” Jake leaned over your body, no doubt feeling the heat from between your legs on his abdomen. He brought the strawberry to your lips, and you took a bite, this one just as delicious as the last. A gasp escaped your throat when you felt two of his fingers slowly swipe a path up your slit. He leaned over again, and this time pressed his fingers to your lips.

Humming as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, you tasted yourself on them. There was no comparison to the sweet fruit, but you knew what Jake would choose. He withdrew his fingers from your mouth and wrapped his arms around your thighs, bending at the waist and attaching his mouth to your pussy. Long, languid licks, as if he were savoring your taste as much as he did the berry’s earlier, had you sighing out his name, fingernails scratching at the smooth surface beneath you. Your knees rested on the crook of his elbows, and you felt your legs twitch as the tip of his tongue flicked over your clit. Your heels dug into his sides of their own accord, as if you were ushering on a steed.

The wet sounds from his mouth lapping and sucking at your pussy echoed in the kitchen. True to his word, Jake was a messy eater, in every sense of the phrase. Your hips began to writhe under his touch, one of Jake’s hands coming and resting firmly on your pelvis, trying to hold you down, though you both knew he loved the feeling of you unraveling under him. He looked up at you, hair falling around his face from his bun. You could barely see his lips as you looked down at him, but you could feel them tugging into a smile against you. One of his arms hoisted your leg onto his shoulder, and you felt the two fingers he’d teased your earlier back at your core, coating themselves in your slick.

Jake’s tongue pressed rough circles around your clit as his fingers eased themselves in and out of you just as roughly. He shook his face against you when your hips thrust against his face, a low growl vibrating against you, causing you to cry out. Your walls began to clench around his fingers, coos of ecstasy falling from your lips as you reached your peak. He worked you through your orgasm, his touch more gentle. When your breathing began to steady, Jake stood up, lips and chin glistening as he began to pull your body towards him again.

Once your feet touched the floor, he wrapped an arm around your back, pressing you into his front. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue as he kissed you. You gripped tightly to his shirt, legs feeling unsteady. When he pulled back, you could see how dark his eyes had gotten, causing your stomach to quiver.

“Tell me darlin’,” he drawled out lowly, his other hand coming to cup your face, keeping it close to his. “Would you like me to fuck you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, almost dizzily. Jake shook his head, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as he laughed softly.

“This is twice now you’ve forgotten our game,” he reminded you. “Should we stop playing and go to bed?”

“No Chef!” you shook your head, getting back into the game. “No, please, I want you…I need you, please Chef.” Jake hushed your pleading with a soft kiss. You savored his softness, his easing of your nerves. And yet in a flash, you were turned, your front pressed against the edge of the counter. You heard his pants unzip and glanced over your shoulder to catch him stroking himself as you spread your legs out a bit. Jakes eyes were zeroed in on your pussy, and you could feel his hot gaze lingering as the cool air brushed over your skin.

One of Jake’s hands gripped your hip, tugging you back even further. You gasped as he slid the head of his cock through your folds, tapping roughly on your clit, causing you to jolt with every tap. Wiggling your hips, you felt him tease your entrance, bringing your whines to the point of begging as he let the head push in and out. The shallow movements had you slapping your palm against the counter.

“Dammit, Jake!” you cried. “Please!” with a hearty, sly chuckle Jake’s other hand grabbed your free hip, and used your own body as leverage as he slammed into you. The quick movement had the air rushing from your lungs. The slick push and pull of Jake’s cock was delicious, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps to prickle your skin. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, feeling the sharp corner dig into the skin under your breasts.

“Feel so good,” Jake grunted out from behind you, one of his hands leaving your hip and grabbing your shoulder, tugging you back roughly to meet the snap of his hips. The pants that were falling from behind his grit teeth were so sinfully delectable, you had to match them with your own. As his hips began to speed their motions, almost recklessly, his hand left your shoulder, sliding down to splay at the middle of your back. You could feel him pressing down on your spine, arching your body so your hips stuck out even more towards him. The pads of his fingers dug grooves into your skin, you were sure you’d be bruised as he cursed under his breath between praises.

You could feel another orgasm building, your toes curling against the floor, nearly slipping out from under you. His name fell from your lips as you reached out, grabbing every inch of the counter you could, trying to hold on to something as your stomach quivered, a feeling like you were melting from the inside out overtaking you.

“Jake!” your walls clenched around him, causing him to groan and buck his hips almost erratically. The slapping of skin rang out in the kitchen, nearly causing the pots and pans in the cupboard you were up against to rattle and echo back. You knew there would be red marks on your ass from where his hips were impacting, but you couldn’t care less, as the soreness was starting to set in, so was your orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out harshly, moaning loudly. You were clawing at the stone beneath you, sure that if it had been anything softer, your nails and fingertips would have easily ripped through it with the passion you were feeling spread throughout your body.

The slaps from Jake’s hips were stinging now as he found his own end, a guttural, stuttering moan emitting from his throat as he spilled himself inside you. He leaned against your back, his sweaty cheek meeting your own damp skin there. You could feel his breath gliding over your own sweaty skin, cooling and chilling it. Jake’s hands let go of your hips, encircling your waist and hugging you close in the bent position.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled. “So perfect, so amazing.” Jake pressed soft, lazy kisses to your spine as he caught his breath and praised you quietly. When you caught your breath, you turned your head slightly, doing your best to see him at your angle.

“So, did you find the answer?” you asked, causing him to look up at you, though he barely moved his tired head to do so.

“What answer?”

“Which tasted sweeter? The strawberry or me?” A glint shone in Jake’s dark eyes as he laughed, peeling his sticky skin from yours and straightening himself, withdrawing from you. You watched as he grabbed some paper towels, rinsing them under some water to soften them and came over to where you were still leaning against the counter. He helped clean you up before wiping himself off, and tossing the paper towels away.

Bringing the colander back towards you, he reached in and plucked another berry from it. He took a bite and grinned.

“Definitely you.”

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[alwaysonthemend]

Author’s Note: I’m sick and stuck at home bored so here ya go lol

Warnings: oral (m and f receiving, dom (ish) reader, also some dom jake, fingering, ball fondling (tbh j wanted to type that bc its funny), dirty talk. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY 

Word Count: 3K 

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Sunlight bleeds in through the cracks in the blinds, stirring you slightly from your sleep. Cracking your eyes open, you make note of the time displayed in red on the alarm clock. 

Only 8:02 

You have a few hours yet to relax before you have anywhere to be. You close your eyes and settle back into the covers, the warmth radiating from the body behind you easily calling you back to sleep. Jake’s soft, warm breath hits the back of your neck and makes goosebumps pebble across your skin. 

He shifts, drawing himself more flush against you and the hand that’s around your waist tightens for a moment before relaxing again. He sighs softly and you can tell that he’s just awoken. 

Deciding that you don’t want this moment to end yet, you keep your breaths deliberately slow and deep and keep your body relaxed into him. For a long moment, Jake is completely still and you think that he must be falling back asleep too. 

But then his hips shift into yours and you can feel his hardness through his pajama bottoms pressing against your lower back. 

And then the hand that was on your waist begins to wander – rough fingertips ghosting over the delicate skin of your stomach, tracing upwards under your shirt to skirt around the undersides of your breasts. 

Your heart rate picks up and heat begins to bloom in your core. His touch is like a match – effortlessly lighting the wick of desire within you. But still, you keep your breaths even despite the hammering in your ribcage. 

His fingers dance higher to the valley between your breasts, before finally he grasps one in his warm palm and squeezes lightly. This time, you can’t stop the way your breath hitches. 

You can hear the exhale of laughter from him as he realizes you're awake but he doesn’t stop his hand. 

“Something you want, Jake?” You murmur, voice a little hoarse with disuse. 

Jake hums, hand sliding to the other breast to give it the same treatment. His length hardens even more and he huffs a breath when you shift your hips back into him. 

“I want you.” His voice comes out rough and low, effortlessly sexy like it always is in the morning. 

You still have your back to him so you can’t see his face but you already know how beautiful he looks. More wetness floods between your thighs. 

His wandering hand releases your breast and skirts back down your stomach. Delicately… teasingly, his fingers begin to play with the waistband of your cotton panties, dipping in just beneath them to the warm skin beneath. Before he can go further, you stop him with a hand on his wrist. 

“Be more specific.” You taunt him, keeping your voice saccharine. 

This time, a real laugh rumbles in his chest. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” He murmurs, lips pressed against your ear. He presses a kiss to the space just behind it, his lips warm and soft against the delicate skin. 

“Oh ya?”

He only hums in answer, his hand still waiting obediently for you to tell him he can continue. He nuzzles your neck, tracing lines of soft kitten licks down the side of your throat before kissing the top of your shoulder. 

“Go ahead, baby.”

You expect him to flip you over – to take the reins for himself. But instead he keeps you both in the same position, his chest and hips pressed into your back and his arm reaching around your waist to slip his fingers into your panties. A groan of approval falls from him as he feels your wetness that’s waiting there for him already. He gathers your slick onto his fingers before his middle finger drags itself to your bud, circling slowly. 

You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling. He’s going so slow… so gentle. Like he’s just enjoying the feeling of you. His cock, still hard and pulsing, twitches after a breathy moan escapes your lips. 

Finally, the throb of your clit is enough to override anything else and you need more. You need more of him, so you roll onto your back and turn to look at him for the first time. 

Sure enough, he’s beautiful. His eyes glitter in the light, the sun’s rays making the ring of russet around his lust-blown pupils look more like dark amber. His hair lays tangled and fanned out on the pillow behind his head. 

“Wanna tell me why you woke up so hard and needy?”

He leans down and captures your lips with his. Though neither of you have brushed your teeth, it’s still perfect. He’s gentle, eyelids fluttering shut as your lips move with each other for a moment before he pulls away. 

“I had a dream about you.”He says before his fingers find your center again. 

You gasp as, without warning, he sinks a long digit inside of you and curls. Just like he always does, he brushes that special spot inside of you and you arch your back as the pleasure builds. 

“What did you dream about, exactly?” You manage to ask him, the words becoming lost to the waves of pleasure. 

Jake sits up slightly, propping himself up on one arm as he keeps his pace steady with the other, adding another finger as he keeps pumping in and out of you. 

“And what happened next?” You ask him, mind working overtime to try and keep up with his words while the white pleasure begins to overtake you completely. 

“I had a dream that I woke up just like this,” he adds a third finger, “woke up so hard and aching for you.” His voice is like velvet and his fingers are like Heaven on Earth. “And when you woke up,” a kiss to your shoulder, “you rode my face. Let me taste your cum again and again.”

You squirm even more, the heat in your belly growing by the second. 

Jake laughs and curls his fingers up perfectly, drawing a loud cry from you before he answers. He leans down, pressing his lips to your ear before whispering softly.

“And then you fucked me with our toy.”

Your orgasm swoops in without warning, seizing your muscles in its grasp as your eyes roll back into your head. Distantly, you can hear Jake laughing softly as he works you through your release, doing his best to maximize your pleasure for as long as possible.

When at last you come back to yourself, you blink your eyes open to be met with Jake’s flushed cheeks and heavy lidded eyes staring back at you.

“That works every time.” He boasts with a crooked grin before wrapping his lips around his fingers and licking your release off them. 

You rise fully from your back and press your palm to the middle of Jake’s bare chest. You push lightly and he lets you press his back fully into the mattress. His skin is soft as velvet and only serves to light that fire in your belly once more. As he settles, he only looks up to meet your gaze with a challenging gleam in his eye. 

You rid yourself of your shirt and panties quickly, all the while feeling the weight of Jake’s dark, lustful gaze on you. But there’s just something special about the way he watches you. It’s not possessive or… heavy like so many other men’s gazes. His eyes drink you in with lustful fervor but there’s more brimming beneath the surface. Rather than darkness, there’s light behind his gazes. He watches you with nothing more than awe. And of course, lust too.  Pure, unfiltered lust in its most selfless form. He still looks at you as if letting him see you like this is the greatest gift he’s ever received. As if he hasn’t earned the right to be privy to the sight of you whenever he pleases. To him, everytime you share your body with him is just as special as it was the first time the two of you fell into bed together all those years ago. He doesn’t act like it’s a given right for him to see you like this. For him, it’s still a privilege – even after all these years. And really, you suppose you must look at him the same way. Years of love and trust have left you both in a place where these looks are easy. A perfect dance of trust and love between the two of you. 

“If only we were at home and not at a hotel,” you lament, sliding your palms down either side of his chest before stopping at his hips, thumbs digging into the skin. “where I could give you what you want.” His skin is warm and pliant as velvet beneath your palms, just begging to be kissed and bitten. 

“If only.” He agrees, eyes watching as your hand skirts down lower to play with the tops of his pajama pants. 

His cock tents the fabric, pulling at the seams enough that you know it must not be comfortable. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you slide them down and off him. His length springs free, curving upwards to rest against his belly. Already, pearly drops of precum bead at his tip. 

“I can think of other things.” You tell him, keeping your words light and innocent. You allow a string of saliva to pool in the palm of your hand before wrapping it around him and finally giving him some much needed relief. 

“Oh yeah?” His words are muffled through his clenched teeth as you stroke him agonizingly slowly, matching the original pace he’d set with you moments earlier. “Like what?”

“I ask the questions.” You scold him jokingly, still refusing to move your hand faster like you know he wants. You can see the way his hands grip the sheets, fighting to keep his hips still and from bucking up to meet your touch. “In your dream,” you slide your thumb over his slit and he hisses, “did I fuck you nice and slow? As slow as I’m stroking your pretty cock right now?”

He doesn’t answer, instead tossing his head back and exposing the lines of his throat. Delicate beads of sweat are beginning to roll down his temples and neck and any control that he had before is completely gone – lost to the agonies of pleasure as you continue to taunt him. 

“Or was it hard?” 

To punctuate your question, you speed up, wrist flicking with each slide of your hand against him and this time he can’t stop the loud moan that punches out of him.

“Fuck, Y/n.” His voice trembles and the muscles in his abdomen flex as he arches upwards off the bed. 

“Did I pound into you like I know you really want me to?” You lower your voice, pumping him faster. “Did I ruin you like the whore that you are deep down?”

His jaw drops open with a wail, head tossed back and eyes clenched shut. He’s pulsing in your palm, his orgasm mere seconds from overtaking him. 

You stop. 

His brown eyes blink open at you in agony. 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly before answering. 

“The second one.” He finally breathes out. 

“That’s what I thought.”

With no further warning, you descend your mouth upon him, swallowing him fully and letting him hit the back of your throat. He cries out, hand coming up to gently rest on the crown of your head. You take him as deep as you can go, wrapping your hand around what you can’t reach. You nod your head in signal, knowing that he understands what you mean. The fingers in your hair tighten as he begins to thrust upwards with his hips, fighting between the release he so desperately needs and his fear of hurting you. You squeeze his thighs to egg him on faster.

You close your eyes as he uses you to find his release, not worrying about the way you gag around him, knowing that the sound of it drives him mad. With your free hand you reach down to massage and roll his balls, feeling the heavy, swollen weight of them as his orgasm begins to crest. 

And just as you begin to feel him pulse, just as his moans begin to morph into wails of pleasure, you release him with a lewd ‘pop.’

“Baby.” He whines, plump lips sticking out in an agonized pout. “Please.”

“I know, Jakey.” You murmur, your hand replacing where your mouth once was. The mix of your saliva and his precum makes it easy as you begin to work him again. The velvety skin of his cock is hot and so, so hard and you smile up at him through your lashes. “I just need you to do one thing for me before you cum. Okay?”

He mumbles something unintelligible, eyes rolling back in his head, no doubt fighting on the edge between pleasure and oversensitivity. 

Your grip on him tightens in warning. 

“Anything.” He breathes out and you believe him wholeheartedly. 

“I want you to think about who you belong to and about how much I love you.” You begin, pace picking up ever so slightly as he whimpers in confirmation that he’s heard you. “And I want you to think about all of your adoring fans who scream your name every show… how they dream about you ruining them – ruining their pussies.” 

Jake bites his lip, eyes scrunched shut and hips bucking up off the bed and the thick muscle of his thighs beginning to tremble. 

“I want you to think about how you’ve got them all fooled,” his eyes blink open to look at you in confusion, “by that act you put on up there. All dominance and pure, red-blooded rockstar. When really… it’s you that wants to be ruined.” He whimpers – an honest to god whimper, at your words. “It’s you that wants – no, begs to get fucked, isn't that right?”

“Yes, yes. Oh fuck, yes.” He’s babbling, words tumbling from between his lips almost completely of their own accord. You can see him losing it. He’s been holding on for so long but that thin thread of control he still has is beginning to stretch, break, shatter. 

“They don’t deserve to see you like this. They don’t deserve you, Jake.”

He’s a sucker for praise. He always has been. And you love doling it out when you get to literally see his eyes roll back into his head. 

“Please,” his voice cracks on the word, “please! Oh god! Oh fuck! I need- I can’t-”

“Cum, Jakey. You can cum.”

Ropes of his cum paint your hand and his lower belly as cries and rough little uhs fill the space between the two of you. His body trembles as you stroke him through his orgasm, watching intently as the waves of pleasure course through his body and have his muscles twitching and shaking as he surrenders to it all. 

His breathing is heavy as you release him, his eyes still clenched shut. You place a soothing hand over his heart, feeling the way the muscle thumps madly beneath his skin. You utter a soft shhhh and finally he begins to relax, his breathing beginning to slow as his body untenses.

Sleepy eyes blink open to meet your gaze and a dopey smile lazes across his lips. He grips your hand resting on his chest and brings it to his mouth, sliding his tongue between the digits to lick his release off your fingers. You can’t help but gasp. Already, the scales of power are starting to tip again. 

“Okay?” You ask, lips quirking in a proud smile at your ability to drive him so crazy. 

“Very.” He answers, and then the next thing you know, you’re on your back. “I think it’s my turn now.”

You whimper at the sight of him hovering above you, his forearms resting on either side of your body and caging you in. Wetness floods down your thighs and onto the bed below you. 

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All he ever wanted ~ Jake Kiszka x Reader

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!!!!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m rec), oral (f rec), unprotected sex, a little fluff, a little angst, light choking. Pleae let me know if I missed anything <3

A/n: Just some cute friends with benefits turned lovers with Jake. <3 (I posted this months ago and then deleted it so now Im reposting it!

Word Count: 2.6K

All he could do was stare. 

A shiver ran down his spine. 

Panic. 

He knew that if he did not do anything to stop her, this would be it. 

All of his limbs felt frozen as he watched her frantically pack up her stuff scattered around his usually peaceful bedroom. 

Do something! He thought, though his feet felt as if they had been nailed to the hardwood floor.

She turned towards him as if to give him a chance to undo what he had done. 

Her tear streaked face made her even more beautiful, and for the first time that night he truly realized the depth of the damage he had caused. 

Her sad eyes stared into his own tear filled ones. 

“I feel like I’m drowning, Jake. And you seem to just be fine, floating around treading in a sea of chaos,” she finally spoke in a whisper. Her energy was long gone, her throat sore from the screaming match that had taken place earlier in the evening. 

Gaining some strength he shook his head and stepped forward cautiously. 

“All I’ve ever wanted is to be with you.”

“You are everywhere all at once, but at the same time you’re never here,” she shook her head at him and stepped back, both of their stances faltering. 

Realization hit them both at the exact same time; maybe it was best if they went their separate ways. 

He immediately shook the idea out of his head, he did not want that. 

He began racking his brain for things he could possibly do to make her believe his words, because he knew that his words were nothing but empty promises to her. 

“Are you actually leaving me or do you just need some space?” He whispered, his voice smaller than she’d ever heard it. 

“I don't know,” she sighed. “You’re leaving, and for a long time. I know what I signed up for when we started this agreement. It was never meant to have feelings involved.”  

He grew frustrated, maybe even angry. 

He knew he had been the one to make it all come crashing down around them, their own little bubble bursting into a million pieces in a matter of seconds. 

How could she not see how deeply he felt for her? 

How could she not see the yearning for her in his eyes every time she got out of his bed in the early mornings, the moon shining strategically onto her form as she picked up her clothes, leaving him there alone, in a now cold bed. 

He allowed himself to reminisce for a short moment. 

-

Her long hair fell over her shoulders as her naked form moved above him. 

Both of them were close to a bursting euphoria that they only felt when being in each other's arms like this.

Jake watched intently at where their bodies were connected as she leaned forward towards him, her knees getting weaker the closer she got. 

Both of their moans filled the room as they came.

His whole body was trembling as the intense, blissful white pleasure took over him. 

He wasn't entirely present but he was sure he might have let out a long drawn out yell like moan. 

He had never in his life experienced such intense euphoria as he did in that moment. The pleasure so pure it made his head spin even as he was coming back down to the present again. Back to her.

Their eyes locked, and in both of their eyes were a thousand words neither of them dared to say out loud.

He didn't know what his soul was meant for or what it was made of, but in that moment with her, he knew that they were one in the same. Bound to be connected by not only sex but love. 

I will surely screw this up, he thought.

-

And screw up he did, though not in the way most might think. It had been his idea, after all, to not involve feelings, making it a strict friends with benefits relationship. 

And although she had agreed, he could still see the hurt in her eyes.

For months they ended most of their nights in one another's beds. Sometimes even in hotel rooms somewhere as he traveled and lived out his dreams with his brothers. 

But, it was him that uttered those words that were strictly off limits just mere hours ago.

She’d recoiled back from him as if he had physically struck her in the face.

All he ever wanted, all he ever needed, was her. But how do you make someone understand the depths of your love when you have simultaneously been the one to deprive them of that same love for months?

Never in his life had he felt so at a loss for words, now when he needed them the most. 

He wasn’t sure what he would do if she actually left, though he did know for sure that if she did go, a piece of him would leave with her. 

It was truly now or never, he had to get it right this time. 

Taking a step towards her once more, he waited to see if she moved back again. But when she didn't, he closed the rest of the distance between them and placed a gentle hand upon her still tear stained cheek. 

“Will you please just listen to me for a second?” He begged.

“If you decide that you still want to leave after then you can, I will never force you to do anything. But please just give me a few minutes.” Not only did his voice beg her but his soft, sad brown eyes that she knew she would not be able to say no to, did too.

When she didn't say anything he took that as a yes. 

“At first it was just sex for me, and I know I hurt you when I told you that I didn’t want more than that,” he explained and took a deep breath. 

He was about to attempt to put his love for her into words, say it to her face and he did not know if she would accept it or give him her love in return. But to him, in this moment he knew it had to be done. Even if it meant that she might potentially break his heart. 

“Words don't come easy to me so forgive me if I stumble and make a fool of myself.”

“I don't know when it shifted for me, maybe the feelings were there from the beginning and I was too stubborn to acknowledge them.”

“I love you. And not how I love my friends and family. I love you as in I want you around me at all times because you make even the gloomiest of days shine brighter. I love you as in whenever we are apart, it feels like a piece of me isn't there. And I know our moments together are short, but they don't have to be, not anymore. I want you in all aspects of life. I want you in the morning while you sleep in so I can slip away to make you breakfast for no particular reason other than because I love you. “

“I am not trying to get you to stay by saying all these things so we can keep having a sexual relationship only. I am saying it to make you see that I truly want you. All of you.”

By the time his eyes flicked up to hers, her eyes had filled up with new tears though he wasn't sure what kind of tears they were. 

“Everytime I kiss you, I hope you can taste all the words I want to say to you that I know I shouldn't. Ever since you stepped into my life everything has been better. I wake up and my first thought is how you are feeling and what you are up to. I know I have not been fair to you, but I promise you this; I will dedicate all of my remaining days into showing you just how much you mean to me. I love you,” he concluded as he swept away her tears. 

“I am scared,” she admitted quietly. 

“I am scared that if I give my heart to you, you might break it without meaning to.”

He smiled softly at her, “I have proven time and time again that I am unworthy of your love, and I know I stumble into situations that end up hurting you. But if you are willing, even in my darkest moments I will cradle your heart with such gentle hands that it will never break. Never at my hand and never by anyone else’s, for as long as I am alive.”

Before he could really comprehend what was happening her lips were on his. Her bags dropped to the floor with a loud thud. 

In their kiss there was no longer pain and sorrow but a newly found higher passion and love.

The need to be as close to each other as possible grew intensely as their frantic hands pushed and pulled at their clothes that now felt like one heavy barrier. 

He laid her down on the bed as he’d done so many times before, though this time with purpose and much gentler hands. 

“I love you too,” she whispered out as he poured his love out onto her in his kisses. 

He lifted his head to look at the girl under him, enamored by her soft spoken declaration of reciprocated love for him.

“I want all of you too, and I’m also sorry, for being so cruel to you earlier with my words and actions. I’m sorry for denying you as well and making you feel as if you were wrong for telling me how you feel when we said that we would be honest with each other from the beginning,” she said, stroking his cheek and the little patch of hair on his upper lip. 

He shook his head at her as he leaned down to kiss her lips quickly before he replied. 

“You don't have to say you're sorry.”

“Okay, but I am and I know we need to talk more about this, but right now all I want is you,” she spoke, to which he smiled and silently agreed.

Her hand came up to his chest and gently pushed him to lay beside her. 

As she crawled over him, she left kisses everywhere, and as she descended down to where he wanted her to be most, she whispered a final I love you to him.

She began kissing his length all the way down and up again as her right hand grabbed him at the base, and with a final kiss on the tip she opened her mouth and gently guided him onto her tongue, his cock laying heavy and throbbing with need for her on it. 

As she bobbed her head up and down he threw his head back panting, all the while letting out tiny whines. His hand reached down to hold onto her hair, he knew she was there but he needed to feel her so as to not lose himself completely.

As he felt himself growing close he gently pulled her off him, to which she whined and pouted.

“I don't want it to be over so soon, besides I have been dreaming about the way you taste for weeks,” he smiled up at her. 

He laid her back down onto the bed, kissing his way down to the place he never wanted to leave, and as he got the first taste he's had in weeks, his eyes rolled back and a low growl came out directly onto her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she let him take her in any way he wanted to. 

Her moans filled the room as he worked on her, switching between sucking her into his mouth and shaking his head vigorously. He knew though that the trick to get her there was to circle his tongue around her clit in fast tight circles. So that's exactly what he did until she was calling out his name and putting a trembling hand through his hair and if she had not stopped him right then he would have continued for the next several hours. 

When she came down from her high he captured her lips in an even more passionate kiss than before, if that was possible. 

“Please, please fuck me Jake,” she pleaded with him, though she did not have to beg nor try to convince him to do it. 

“Oh, I plan on it, Sweetheart,” he said grinning. 

She layed splayed out on the bed, hair wild and for a moment he allowed himself to admire her. Her big eyes were sparkling at him with a hint of lust in them. 

Snapping out of it he grabbed himself and looked up at her to see if she was ready, only to find her in a similar trance-like state, looking at him lost in her own head. 

His grin grew as he slapped the head of his cock down onto her sensitive clit to snap her out of it. 

She gasped lightly as a similar grin crept up on her face.

“Are we doing this or-'' she didn't get to finish her sentence before he pushed himself into her in one thrust. Both of their eyes rolled back into their heads. 

“God, I've missed you,” he panted out as he set a pace that was borderline brutal. 

“I lo-love you, I love your cock so much. Fuck…” she cried out, grabbing onto him by his shoulders. 

“I love you, s-so much too. Fuck, come here,” He moaned out as he pulled out of her flipping her over onto her stomach.

He laid his full body weight onto her and began thrusting deeply into her from behind, as his arms circled to hug her around her neck. 

He reveled in being this close to her, to feel this connected to her on a deeper level than they had ever shared before, because now they could. There was nothing holding them back from each other now.

He could feel her getting close as he panted and whined directly into her ear and flipped them both over so they were now both on their backs. 

As he drove into her so hard their skin grew red, he moved his left hand up to her neck lightly squeezing it, just how he knew she liked it and when his other hand reached down to circle her clit she cried out for him.

“I got you, Love. I got you. Let go for me, show me how much you love me and I’ll do the same. I'm so close, God! You feels so fucking good,” He exclamied as his moans grew louder, nearing his end. 

His hand tightened its grip on her throat and as he moved to an even faster pace than before she reached her high and as he felt her cum around him he reached his as well.

High pitched, whiney and long drawn out moans filled the space around them as they both experienced that same euphoria they only had being with one another. 

Jake loosened his grip around her throat as they both fell limp against each other. 

She moved to lay down beside him and as they both let out a content sigh the pair locked eyes, and in that moment they both knew that this is exactly where they both belonged. 

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The end <3

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

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.2k

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

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

New town, new job, new life. 

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

How hard can it be, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked. 

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

No, not attraction. 

Something else…

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

…You didn’t think. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do it.” He whispered. “Show me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy fuck…” he breathed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What uh, what do you mean, Y/N?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just friends…” you reiterated. 

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

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

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

“Ten.” Josh said out of nowhere. 

“What?” you asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just what? You can tell me…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could you, though?

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

“...Maybe…”

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

“Next time?” You spat without a thought. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhh, I mean, sure–”

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

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

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

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Lay All Your Love On Me MasterList

Main: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Sub: Jake Kiszka x Reader

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

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Chapter 9

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[seenoversundown]

Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV 

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he?  Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back. 

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall. 

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?” 

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face. 

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask. 

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink. 

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell. 

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head. 

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night. 

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks. 

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head. 

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?” 

I simply shake my head ‘No.’ 

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me. 

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through. 

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism. 

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down.  Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.  

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay?  Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s  still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both. 

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD.  This may be a more potent drink than usual. 

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob. 

“No, it’s okay, really.” 

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises? 

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good. 

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?  

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things. 

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping. 

“Jacob!” 

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle. 

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game. 

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met. 

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top. 

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket  and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away. 

Jacob ❤️:  i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours. 

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine. 

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes. 

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar. 

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin. 

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send. 

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better. 

Jacob ❤️: holy shit 

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky? 

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus. 

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me. 

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?” 

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.” 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his. 

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. 

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall. 

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life. 

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god. 

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about  he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.” 

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.” 

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”  

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck. 

 Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with. 

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that. 

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back. 

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display. 

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him. 

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly. 

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What.  “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly. 

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly. 

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob. 

“I need you,” I finally squeak out. 

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast. 

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.” 

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief. 

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me. 

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.” 

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd. 

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane. 

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling. 

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in. 

“Shit,” I mumble. 

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter. 

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.” 

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down. 

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him. 

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me. 

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me. 

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips. 

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair. 

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling. 

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good. 

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed. 

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.” 

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down. 

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder. 

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out. 

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap. 

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds. 

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink. 

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places. 

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven. 

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.” 

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head. 

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes. 

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks. 

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My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent. 

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.” 

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it. 

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile. 

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.” 

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body. 

“And who said I can’t finish it?” 

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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I Was Born to Love You - Jake's Version Pt. 2

A gracev0609 / @losfacedevil collaboration

The long awaited second chapter of Jake and Sevda's story.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex, Childbirth

The second her eyes opened Sevda felt her stomach flip, nausea quickly setting in. Ripping herself away from Jake's sleepy grasp she rushes to the bathroom, making it to the toilet before the contents of her stomach can make an appearance. Too preoccupied to hear him come in, she jumps when his warm hand makes contact with her cool clammy skin.

“You're okay, my love,” he rubs soothing circles on her back as she takes deep breaths, willing her stomach to settle. Even though he knows this is all a part of pregnancy he can't help but feel a little guilty.

She lifts her head to look at his face, her eyes a little watery from the ordeal,” This is the part I wish I didn't have to do again. My morning sickness is so much worse this time around.”

She watches his shoulders slump slightly,” I'm sorry Sevvie…”

She swipes the wetness from her eyes before standing up and flushing,”You don't have to be sorry Jacob. I knew what I was signing up for.”

Jake pushes the big t-shirt of his she was wearing up over her little bump and places a kiss to her skin,” You've gotta stop making mommy feel so sick, okay? Otherwise we might have some beef.”

Sevda laughs loudly, the shrill sound echoing off the tiles,” Jake you're not having beef with our unborn child, oh my god!”

She looks down at him still on his knees, with a wide goofy smile on his face, she runs her hand through his hair,” You're ridiculous, I swear.”

He stands and wraps her in an embrace,” I love you… I can't wait until we find out what we're having. Ah, I was thinking, if we have a boy, we could name him Les Paul. Like first name Les, middle name Paul.”

Sev blinks a few times fully processing what just came out of his mouth. “Jake…. I'm not… I'm not naming our son after a guitar.”

Jake places his lips to her forehead,” Babe I'm totally fucking with you!”

She blows out a breath, shaking her head.

He giggles, breaking their embrace, “I'm gonna go get some coffee started and get Jade ready.”

She watches as he turns walking away, shirtless with his sweats hung low on his hips. Swallowing hard she wills those thoughts out of her head.

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Jades excitement outweighed her little body’s demand for sleep as she pushed herself out of her twin sized bed and slowly toddled down the hall towards her parents room. Pushing their bedroom door open slowly she found them both still sound asleep in their bed. A soft huff escaped Jade as she crawled into bed between them and snuggled up, pressing her cheek against Jakes back as Sevda stirred and wrapped her little girl in her arm.

“Mama, we meet Halina today, right?” Jade cooed, her little voice giving away just how tired she still was. Sevda nodded gently and pressed a soft kiss against the back of Jades head.

“Yes, we meet the baby today. But we need to get our sleep right now. Daddy won’t be happy if we wake him.” She giggled, reaching up to run her fingers gently through Jades hair.

“Sleep now, Halina later?” Jade mumbled, slowly succumbing to sleep once more.

“Yes, baby.” Sev cooed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Jades head.

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Jake was in the limbo between sleep and the realm of consciousness as he reached up and stretched his arms above his head. It was then that he felt the warm, small hand resting against his bare chest and the cool spot underneath her smushed cheek; a little puddle of her spit quickly drying in the warm air of the room. Jake brought his arm down and wrapped it around Jade’s little body, pressing her closer to his side and reveling in the sleepy cuddles.

“It’s time to get up, baby girl.” Jake mumbled, gently dancing his fingers along her side, trying to tickle her awake. Jade stirred slightly and nuzzled her face deeper into the dip where his arm meets his shoulder. A tired chuckle slipped past Jakes lips as Jade flexed and curled her fingers, searching for the fabric of the shirt he wasn’t wearing to cling onto. Reaching up she tangled her little fingers in his hair that fell across her forehead.

“Shhh.” She mumbled, twirling and rubbing his hair between her fingers to self soothe back to sleep. A soft sigh slipped past Jakes lips as he shifted and wrapped her little body up in both of his arms, snuggling her.

“We gotta get ready. We’re meeting Halina today, remember?” Jake cooed, pulling his head back to see her sleepy face which was half shielded by his hair. A smile spread across her face and her eyes sprung open at the mention of meeting the baby.

“Can I wear my pretty dress to meet her?” Jade asked, excitement slowly lacing her voice as she wiggled out of his arms and pushed herself into a seated position.

“I don’t know, babe. Why don’t you go ask Mama while I get dressed and then I’ll do your hair, sound like a deal?” Jake asked, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Jade's eyes lit up and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Piggy braids?!” She asked, quickly scrambling off the bed and took off in the direction of her room.

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at her excitement and reached up, stretching out his stiff back and used the momentum from his arms to pull him to into a seated position. He wasted no time in getting up and made his way to the bathroom, quickly running through his morning routine and threw on a pair of comfy sweat pants and a threadbare T-shirt. The sound of Jades little feet slapping against the hardwood floor alerted Jake to her presence as she popped up in the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Daddy, look!” She squealed, waiting for him to finish drying his face and turn his attention to her before spinning around and watching her skirt twirl. She beamed up at him as she munched on the poptart she held gingerly in her hand.

“Mama caved I see.” He chucked, holding his hands out to her. She nodded eagerly and twirled once more before stepping forward so he could pick her up and place her on the edge of the sink, letting her cross her little legs in the bowl of the sink.

“Now do you want regular piggy braids or Elsa piggy braids?” He asked, holding his hand against her forehead as he sprayed her hair generously with water. Bringing her hand up to her face she tapped the tip of her index finger against her chin as she thought about it.

“Elsa piggy braids!” She declared, tipping her head so Jake could brush all of her hair towards the back of her head. A soft smile spread across Jakes face as he slowly began to pull the brush through her tangled brunette locks. She watched him in the mirror as he placed the handle of the brush between his teeth and used his pinky finger to part her hair as evenly as he could.

“Daddy?” Her little voice chirped, waiting patiently for him to remove the brush and answer her.

“Yes baby?” He looked up and caught her eye in the mirror, watching as a soft smile spread across her face, and she looked down to her princess dress.

“Do you think Halina is gonna like my Else dress?” Jade asked, spreading out the skirt over her little legs. Jake nodded softly and began to braid the right side of her hair.

“I think Halina is going to love your dress. Maybe we can even get her a matching one next time we go over to visit.” Jades eyes grew wide and an excited squeal slipped past her lips. Jake tied off her first braid and quickly braided the other side of her hair, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of her head before lifting her off of the sinks edge and setting her back down on the floor. She took off at a run, going to find Sevda and finish getting ready.

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“Lucy, we’re home!” Sevda called as they pushed their way through the front door of Josh and Y/N’s house. Jake couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as his twins head popped around the door jam and he smiled warmly at them.

“Lucy ran to the store for some more wipes, so you’re stuck with Ricardo and thing one and thing two for now.” Josh chuckled, making his way out into the living room. Kneeling down he checked on Halina - who was fast asleep in her swing - making sure she was still in a safe position.

“Uncle Josh, guess what!” Jade giggled, making her way past Sevdas legs. Josh turned his attention to Jade and let his jaw drop slightly, feigning shock as he reached up and placed a hand to his chest.

“You didn’t tell me we were in the presence of royalty! And who have we here?” He asked, holding a hand out for Jades little one. She giggled at his antics and twirled in place, watching as her dress danced on the breeze.

“Nooo, it’s just me, Jade! Do you like my pretty Elsa dress?! Mama brought one for Halina too!” She giggled, turning at the waist and reached up to yank the shopping bag out of her mothers hand. Josh couldn’t help but chuckle as he accepted the bag Jade held out to him and opened it gingerly, taking out the Elsa themed onesie complete with a frilly tutu.

“We can match, Uncle Josh!” She giggled, turning to perch herself on his knee and wrapped her little arms around his neck, nuzzling her face against his cheek. Josh wrapped a sturdy arm around her waist and pushed himself to stand, holding the little girl firmly against his hip.

“And you have the pretty braids to match! You went all out to meet your cousin didn’t you, Gem?” Josh chuckled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Cousin?” Sam’s voice could be heard from down and the hall and Jakes eyes widened. This was not the time or the place for this kind of introduction. Josh turned on his heel and bounced in place, making sure Jade was secure on his hip.

“Yeah, Jake and the family came to meet Halina now that she’s a little bigger and Jade can’t break her.” Josh chuckled, watching as Sam made his way into the living room. A confused expression kissed Sam’s features as he took in the scene in front of him, both of his brothers, Jakes girlfriend and a little girl he didn’t recognize.

“And who’s this little princess?” Sam asked, closing the distance between the four of you. Jade sunk down a little bit, hiding her face in the crook of Josh’s neck.

“Daddy, who is that?” Jade mumbled, clearly unsure of the man that now stood before her. Jake let his head fall, the laces of his shoes now more interesting than anything else in the room. Cleaning his throat he looked up and took in the hurt expression on Sam’s face.

“Well, baby, remember how I told you Uncle Josh wasn’t your only Uncle? That’s Uncle Sammy… he’s daddy’s younger brother.” Pain and anger bloomed across Sam’s face as what Jake had just said sunk in, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“How about we go get a snack, how’s that sound?” Josh mumbled to the little girl and turned on his heel, hightailing it out of the room with Sevda in tow.

Jake took a deep breath and his gaze found Sam’s as he braced himself for whatever was about to come his way. Sam sucked the sides of his cheeks in between this teeth and nibbled down on them as he waited for Jake to say something - anything.

“I’m sorry, Sam… I really am.” Jake mumbled, reaching up to scrub a hand down his face. Sam scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing Jake up and down as he waited for him to continue.

“That’s… that’s all I get? That’s a I’m good enough for? ‘I’m sorry, Sam.’ There’s a whole ass little baby who calls you daddy and I wasn’t good enough to be informed of that bit of your life? She may not be yours but she calls you DAD JAKE! That should have been enough to loop me in with everyone else. Is… is that Gem? IS THAT WHO JOSH SPENDS DAYS WITH?! And I don’t get to know her? To spend time with her? I’m not important enough to meet your… daughter?”

Jake deflated as Sam’s voice pounded against his eardrums, loud enough to get his point across but soft enough that the babies wouldn’t hear. Sam’s face fell as he realized Jake had nothing to add. He straightened out his back and took a step towards Jake.

“So tell me why, then. Huh? Why was I not important enough to know about Jade? How long has she been a part of your life? Calling you dad? How long have you been hiding a daughter from me?” Jake swallowed hard and took a step back, unsure of what his younger brother was capable of.

“Three years… but she’s only recently started calling me dad.” Sam’s eyes grew wide and he stomped his foot like a child that wasn’t getting his way - anything to not put his hands on Jake.

“THREE YEARS?! She’s been with you three fucking years? You let Josh have full reign in her life and I’m not even allowed to know she exists?! I come here to meet who I think is my only baby niece to be met with another little girl I’ve never seen before. I get that she’s Sevda’s and maybe she was standoffish about your family having a relationship with her but the least you could have done was told me! Send a picture! She’s my niece too.” Jake took a deep breath and steeled himself before tipping his head to find Sam’s gaze.

“She never came up, Sam. There was never a good time to be like oh yeah by the way I have an XYZ year old bonus daughter.” Sam couldn’t help the sigh that slipped past his lips, his broken heart outweighing the logical thoughts in his mind.

“Yknow what? I don’t even care. How’s that sound? I don’t give a shit, she’s more than welcome to be part of this family where I’m not involved than so be it. Keep her away from me.” Sam reached up and placed his hands against Jakes shoulders, giving them a gently shove before he pushed past him.

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Jades attention span on her coloring book was dwindling as the whispered voices of the adults began to put her to sleep. Pushing herself to her feet she slowly made her way over to the break in the door and poked her head around the door jam, watching as her uncle sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. She side stepped her way over to where he sat and reached forward, pressing a little finger into the side of his knee to grasp his attention.

“Hi Uncle Sammy… whatcha doin’?” She asked, pushing up onto the balls of her feet and tried to glance at his phone. Sam watched her cautiously before turning his attention to the kitchen door, looking for the adult that sent her into the living room. Using the hands she now had pressed against his knee, she pushed herself up and climbed onto his lap, leaning forwarding to rest her head gently against his chest.

“I’m watching some videos of the instrument I play. It’s almost like… almost like what your.. daddy plays.” Sam kept his voice soft and fought hard to keep the venom he felt from dripping into his tone, he couldn’t take his anger out on Jade.

“Like the guitar?” Jade asked, and reached up, tangling her fingers in the ends of his hair. He nodded slightly and locked his phone, laying it face down on the couch next to him. Jade pushed herself back into a seated position and tipped backwards slightly, causing Sam to wrap and arm gently around her back.

“Elsa! What happened? You almost fell!” He chuckled, pushing her forward slightly on his knee. She couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips as she began to play with the ends of his hair.

“You did it! Your stinky breath almost knocked me over!” She laughed, the sounds almost like that of a belly laugh as Sam’s face fell and he reached up, pressing his free hand against his chest. A soft gasp escaped her as her eyes landed on his hand and she reached out, pressing her own to the back of his.

“Oh my goodness look!!! Look how big your hand is!!” Her eyes grew wide as he held his hand out to her, palm side up and she placed her tiny one against his, taking in the massive size difference.

Sammy lifted the hand that held hers gently and placed his other hand around it, bringing it to his face he drew in a deep breath and blew gently into the space between his palms, making what sounded like a duck call noise.

“Princess Elsa! What was that?! Do you summon ducks along with ice and snow?!” Jade giggled maniacally and pulled her hand from his, reaching forward she started to pluck at the ends of his hair.

“You have Elsa hair like daddy. But daddy doesn’t let me play with his hair.” She mumbled, pulling locks of his hair this way and that, ultimately turning it into a tangled mess.

“That’s cause your dad is a party pooper.” Sam chuckled, flinching slightly as her sticky fingers tugged on a single strand of his hair. Her eyes grew wide and she stilled as she waited to be scolded for hurting him.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” The words rushed out and her and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as she pulled her hands away from his hair. Sam’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head, not wanting her to have melt down over something so small.

“No it’s okay… look!” He lifted his phone and unlocked the screen, quickly pulling up music video from Frozen. A soft smile spread across Jades face and she leaned forward, pressing the side of her fade against his chest. Reaching up she tangled her fingers in the ends of his hair once more. Sam began to sing along in soft, hushed tones and began to pat her back gently to the beat.

It wasn’t long before she nodded off in his arms, curled up around him with her hand still gently wrapped his in hair. Sam glanced down at her and took in her peaceful little face, mouth hung slightly agape from the way she was resting.

Sevda rounded the corner into the living room, finally realizing that Jade hadn’t come back from the bathroom. Tears sprung to her eyes as she took in the scene in front of her, her little girl wrapped tightly around the uncle she was frightened of just hours before hand and sound asleep.

“So that’s where she’s gotten off to.” Sevda cooed, a soft smile caressing her lips and she made her way slowly into the living room. Sams eyes never left Jades face and he reached up to brush some fly away hairs out of her face, causing her to scrunch her nose in her sleep.

Sevda perched herself on the edge of the couch and reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Sam’s knee. He tore his gaze away from Jades face and an apologetic smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“I didn’t mean to put her to sleep, I was just trying to combat a meltdown. I’m sorry.” Sevda couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips and gave Sam’s knee a reassuring squeeze.

“You handled it perfectly. It’s past her bedtime anyway, I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did.” A soft chuckle slipped past Sam’s lips as he moved and shifted Jades little body so she lay across his lap, cradling her head in the crook of his elbow.

“She’s so cute. I can’t believe I went from having no nieces to two nieces in one day. No wait, not two nieces… I’m sorry.” Sam’s face dropped as he began to rock her gently in his lap. Sevda pulled a deep breath in through her nose and shook her head lightly.

“She’s your niece too, Sam. No matter how your brother feels about it, she is your niece.” Sevdas eyes welled up with tears watching the way Sam’s face lit up and he lifted Jade up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I do have to get going, do you mind taking her? Or… can I lay her on Josh’s bed? Tuck her in for now?” Sam asked, a nervous tone to his voice. A soft smile spread across Sevdas lips and she nodded, pushing herself to stand she tilted her head in the direction of the girls room.

“She has her own bed in Halinas room, Y/N used to watch her when I was working and you boys were on the road so she’s made herself at home here.” Sevda giggled, pushing open the door to the girls bedroom and threw back the covers on Jades twin size bed.

Sevda watched as Sam leaned down and placed the sleeping little girl in her bed and a soft smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he pulled the covers back over her and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Sam stood to his full height and stretched out his stiff back before turning to Sevda and nodding in the direction of the door.

Exiting the room quietly, she flipped off the light switch and shut the door with a soft click. Sam had already made his way to the front door and was waving in her direction when she looked up from the door. A soft sigh slipped past her lips as she waved Sam off and slowly made her way back into the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you would hurt him like that. What the hell were you thinking, Jake? Huh?!” Joshs voice was a low growl as he jabbed his finger in Jakes direction. He stood with his shoulder pressed up against Y/N’s back as she slowly wedged her way in between the twins. Sevdas eyes found Y/N’s, a questioning look about her face and Y/N shrugged, still unsure what caused the outburst.

“She never came up, I… I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” Jake was mumbling, all of the emotions of the day crashing down on him as Josh began to lay into him.

“She’s been in your life for THREE YEARS, Jake. The fuck do you mean she’s ‘never came up’? No wonder they look at me funny when I say I’m spending the day with Gem. They didn’t KNOW HER?! Did you even see the look on his fucking face.” Jake pulled a deep breath in through his nose and held it to the doubt of ten before slowly exhaling.

“There was never a good time to be like oh by the way I have a three/four/five year old.” Jake muttered cowering lower into himself as Joshs voice grew a little louder.

“So you just act like she doesn’t exist? You act like that baby in there doesn’t act like you’re the best thing to walk this Earth? You just so conveniently forget to tell us Sam isn’t aware of Jade? You stole a core memory from us. You took the joy right out of Sam when he was told he had another niece. He’ll never EVER meet Halina for the first time again and you RIPPED that memory from him… FROM US! Sunny may not understand but I do.”

Joshs chest was heaving as his anger rose, spitting every thought in his mind out on a single breath. Sevda shook her head gently as she watched Jake shut down, no longer being receptive to the words being thrown in his direction.

“Why don’t you go get Jade and put her in the car? I’ll meet you there.” Sevda sighed and took a step forward, reaching a reassuring hand out to place against Joshs shoulder. Jake nodded quickly and scurried off to collect his precious cargo.

“I’m so sorry.” Sevda whispered, fighting the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. Josh shook his head and stepped out from behind Y/N. He reached forward and gently enveloped Sevda in a hug, pulling her tightly against his chest.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.” Josh mumbled, letting go of her so she could hug Y/N as well.

“I’m just sorry he ruined your day and stole Halinas thunder. I never would have brought her had I known.” Sevda mumbled.

Her goodbyes were short and to the point, not wanting to make anything any worse. With a wave over her shoulder she slowly made her way out of the house. Jake was just closing up the back door as Sevda slid into the passengers seat.

“You’re an asshole. That’s all I’m saying.”

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In recent weeks Sevda's morning sickness had eased up, making each day more bearable again. As her baby grew and she felt like she gained a little more of her independence back, Jake's overprotective nature increased. He felt the need to take over a lot of her usual responsibilities and let her relax. She was growing his baby after all.

Jake worked his way back into their home, he had just taken Jade to school. A job in which he now found himself doing, making sure Sev got as much rest as she needed. He didn't mind, he actually enjoyed himself driving her there while they had a ‘Frozen’ karaoke session. The smile on his face would grow tenfold when he gazed into the rear view mirror seeing her belting along to the soundtrack. He enjoyed the fuzzy feeling in his chest when he walked her into the daycare and she would give him a tight squeeze and an,’ I love you Daddy.’ and the butterflies that he would get in his stomach when her teacher asked how Sevda was doing and how far along she was.

Once home he found her in the kitchen, her pregnant belly wrapped up in a silky robe, making a hot cup of tea. Jake caged her in his arms, placing soft kisses to her neck. He felt Sev shiver in his arms.

She takes a deep breath to steady herself,” If you're gonna keep touching me like that you're going to have to have enough time to fuck me too.”

He chuckles into her bed head,” One little kiss and you're all hot and bothered?”

She gently pushes her back against his chest getting even closer,” I am so wound up right now. I don't think you know how much restraint it took me to let you leave the house looking like that.”

A shit eating grin adorns Jake's face, as he knows he only threw on sweats and a hoodie to take Jade.

“And your hair is back in a bun. Do you know how feral that makes me babe?”

Knowing he only threw his tangled bed head back in a bun to look somewhat presentable makes him smirk,” Feral? Fuck Sev, getting desperate?”

Sevda grips the kitchen counter and pushes her ass into his hips,” Damnit Jake do you have time to fuck me before you have to leave or not?”

Jake glances over his shoulder at the clock on the wall,” Danny's picking me up in a half hour, we can make that work.”

Releasing her from his arms she grabs his hand leading him to the couch. She places her hands on his shoulders and pushes him down into the plush cushions. He grasps at her hips pulling her into his lap,” Gonna have to ride me love, don't want to be too rough with you.”

Sevda unties her robe revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Jake groans, his eyes raking over her body,” God you look so beautiful like this Sevvie.” She pulls him in for a kiss and he lets his hands wander, cupping her plump breasts gently thumbing her nipples.

In between kisses he whispers,” Gonna let me take pictures of you baby? I want to capture just how gorgeous you are carrying my baby. You're absolutely stunning.”

He looked into her eyes, heavy with arousal and she nods her head,” Sure Jakey, you can take pictures.”

Jake leans his head in, placing hot open mouthed kisses on the skin of her chest, his voice deep and gravelly,” I'll grab new film while I'm out.”

She grabs the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down to his knees, letting his cock spring free. In her haste she grabs him, running his pillowy head through her slick before sinking down on him.

Jake grunts,” Jesus Sev. Fuck.”

She swivels her hips grinding her clit against the tuft of hair at his base,” I'm so fuckin needy Jake. You look so hot today,” clenching around him,” Did you even realize that you can see a clear outline of your cock in those sweats? Fuck you're such a tease Jakey.”

Jake's eyes clamp closed as he starts to bounce her in his lap. Her hand snakes it's way to rub her clit as she throws her head back. Jake leans forward licking and sucking on her breasts bouncing in his face.

“Yes! Fuck Jake that's it!”

As she comes undone on top of him he hears his phone start to ring in his hoodie pocket, signaling that Danny is outside ready to pick him up. He internally curses Daniel's punctuality.

Suddenly Sev rises off of him, and he whines before realizing what she's doing as she gets down on her knees. She takes him in her mouth, bobbing her head down his length, her hand jerking off what she can't fit. She brings her other hand up, squeezing his balls, and he groans throwing his head back against the couch cushions. It takes everything in him to keep his hips still as she drives him over the edge, exploding into her mouth. Once she milks him for all that he has to offer her she rests back on her heels, opening her mouth and showing him his load. Maintaining eye contact she swallows him, smiling sweetly,” You didn't have time to clean up a mess babe.”

He tucks himself back into his sweats,” I fuckin love you.”

Jake rises to his feet, holding his hands out for her to help her up.

“I love you too Jakey, now you should run along before Danny calls you again.”

He quickly embraces her, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips, before grabbing his wallet and house keys off of the counter. He makes his way out the front door, over to Danny waiting in the car.

Danny furrows his brow as Jake climbs into the passenger seat of his Jeep,” Dude, you're wearing sweats? You never wear sweats.”

Jake smirks, grabbing the seatbelt over his shoulder,” Yeah man, had an action packed morning. Took the munchkin to daycare and all.”

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A soft sigh escapes Jake as he trudged up the front steps of his place and turned to wave at Danny before unlocking the door and stepping inside. It was later than usual and Jade was already in bed, most of the house lights turned off save for the soft glow of the television in the living room. Jake dropped his bag next to the door and kicked off his slip ons, slowly dragging his feet as he made his way into the living room.

Sevda was curled up on the couch, her kindle long since discarded on the coffee table in front of her and she had her head resting against the back of the couch, fighting to keep her eyes open. Jake couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he made his way over to her and laid across the couch, pressing his face gently against her stomach.

“Long day, baby?” She mumbled, reaching down to thread her fingers gently into the hair at the crown of his head. Jake nodded against her and reached up, rubbing the side of his hand along his eye.

“So long, have I ever mentioned how much I can’t stand my brothers sometimes?” Jake mumbled, letting his eyes flutter shut as he reveled in the feeling of her fingers against his scalp. Sevda closed her eyes and let her body fully relax, any worries of the day melting away as the feeling of Jake's weight on her. He reached up and began to trace soft designs against the exposed sliver of skin on her side, sending a shiver down her spine.

It was then that he felt the flutter and something pressed softly and quickly against his cheek. Jakes eyes flew open and he pushed himself up, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly agape as he stared up at Sevda. She couldn’t help the giggles that were spilling past her lips as her eyes connected with his.

“Was that what I think it was?” Jake asked, a tone of awe laced in his tone. Sevda nodded gently and reached around to place her hand on her stomach, poking gently in hope of getting the baby to kick again.

“I felt them kick for the first time this morning. They've been doing somersaults in there for two weeks. It's about time they start making their presence known! I wanted the first time you felt them kick to be a surprise too but uh… baby has decided your face was the best place to kick.”

Jake couldn’t help the overwhelmed giggles that slipped past his lips as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Sevdas stomach. He kept his eyes trained on her as his mind reeled with so many thoughts. He continued to press soft kisses to her stomach, showering her in love and affection.

“Oh sure, you’re not gonna do it again, huh? Baby, that was daddy’s cheek, you know! We don’t kick people in the cheeks.” Jake giggled, fighting the tears that welled in his eyes as the thought of his baby kicking him settled in to his mind.

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Jades eyes grew wide as she watched Sevda massage her stomach with the special stretch mark lotion Jake had gotten her. She watched as Sevda carefully lifted her stomach, massaging underneath as a sigh left her lips and her hand jumped to her ribcage.

“What’s the matter mama?” Jade asked, pushing herself to stand in the spot she had been sitting on the floor before slowly making her way over to where Sevda stood. Reaching up she pressed her hands against her moms slick skin, pressing softly against her stomach.

“The baby’s kicking me, sweetheart. Sometimes it hurts where her little foot digs in.” Jades mouth dropped open and she pressed a little harder against Sevdas stomach, hoping to prompt a little foot to collide with her hand.

“She can kick you in there?!” Jade asked, her eyes full of wonder as she found Sevdas gaze. With a soft nod of her head, Sev reached down and cupped Jades chin in her hand, squishing her little cheeks together. Jade snaked her tongue out between her pursed lips and scrunched up her nose - something she did when Sevda was getting on her nerves.

“She moves just like you or I do, just in a more enclosed space…ope! Just like that, baby, did you feel that?” Jade pulled her hand back and a soft yelp escaped her chest. Pulling her chin out of her mothers hand she looked down at her hand and back to Sevdas stomach.

“Emma Mae! That was sissy’s hand you know!” She giggled, tapping her hand gently against Sevdas stomach. Sevda couldn’t help but giggle as she bent at the waist as best she could and placed a soft kiss to Jades forehead.

“Who’s Emma Mae, baby?” Sevda asked, fixing the little girls fly aways as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her moms belly.

“My sister, duh! The baby mama!” Jade giggled, pressing her cheek against Sevdas stomach.

“We don’t even know if the baby is a brother or a sister yet, sweetheart. But if they do end up being a sister we can talk to daddy about naming her Emma Mae, okay? I like that name.” Sevda smiled down at Jade, not wanting to discourage the little girls creativity and thoughtfulness of naming her little sibling.

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Sevdas eyes held a look of wonder as she eyed the cake that sat on the picnic table in their backyard. Y/N had been in charge of all things gender reveal after having attended the scan with Sevda in Jakes place. Jake had been bummed to have missed a scan appointment but knew she had been in good hands.

“So.. are you excited?!” Y/N squealed as she wrapped her arms gently around Sevdas shoulders. Sevda nodded gently and pulled out of Y/N’s embrace, turning to face her.

“I cannot wait to know, I’ve been dying to find a crib set and coming home outfit for this little bean.” She giggled, resting her hands gently against her bump. Y/N reached out and placed her hand in between Sevdas, hoping the baby would make their presence known. A squeal from Jade made them turn their heads watching as Uncle Sammy lifted her high, interrupting her dance.

She smiled at Sevda,” We picked some good ones, huh?”

Sevda returned a smile full of warmth,” The best ones.”

Sev pulls her fingers closer to the sudden jab of movement from the baby inside and Y/N murmurs,” These little babies are going to be so spoiled.”

Nodding her head Sevda agrees and she lifts her gaze to the rest of the faces in the backyard, the space littered with friends and family. Her eyes began getting misty at the thought of her and Jake's babies spending precious time with his brothers or his parents. Interrupting her thoughts, Jake and Josh come over joining you both.

“Are you ready to find out what we're having love?” Jake asks, resting his chin on her shoulder as his hands caress her bump.

Josh interjects,” Can you believe she wouldn't tell me? She thinks I can't keep it a secret! That's ridiculous!”

Sevda chuckles,” Josh, the only thing that's ridiculous is that you think you wouldn't tell Jake!”

Y/N grasps Sevs hand, giving it a light squeeze,” So… Are you ready?”

Sevda looks to Jake, a beaming smile on her face,” Yeah we're ready!”

Sevda watches as her face lights up, before turning on her heel, hurrying inside to gather the supplies for the gender reveal. Meanwhile, she grasps Jake's hand and heads over to the table set up for them to find out the gender of their baby. Y/N makes her way back into the backyard, carrying a cloud shaped balloon and instructs everyone to gather around. She sits the weight down on the center of the table in between them and instructs to pull on the strings when it's time to reveal what color confetti is inside.

Once the chatter and excitement from their loved ones dies down, and a few people have their phones out recording the happy memory Jake and Sevda are finally ready to know, excitement is churning in their stomachs.

The guests chant as Sev and Jake grab on to the pull strings,” Three! Two! One!”

Excitedly they yank on the strings, and their cloud balloon rains down covering the table in hot pink confetti. Gasps and cheers erupt from their families. Jake has the biggest smile Sevda has ever seen plastered on his face, but it quickly fades as he takes in her watery eyes and trembling bottom lip.

“Wha- what's wrong Sevvie?”

She turns away from the crowd of guests and she sniffles. Her pregnancy hormones wreaking havoc,” It's stupid.”

Jake cups her flushed red face in his hands,” Baby it's not stupid, what's wrong honey?”

“I… I wanted a boy, so he could look just like you!” She steps forward pressing her face into his chest as a sob wracks her body.

Jake stifles a chuckle, “ Sweetheart. Trust me, our baby is going to look just like me regardless of its gender.”

“But h-he c-could have looked exactly like you!”

He rubs his hands up and down the length of her back,” She will look just like me. I think you're forgetting that Kiszkas are basically copy machines.”

A laugh-sob slips from her lips as she remembers that his siblings look so incredibly alike, and that Halina is Josh's mini-me. “ Fuck… you're right.”

She lifts her head, and he smiles at her as he swipes his thumbs against her under eyes, cleaning up the mascara that ran. Sevda's mom comes up, making sure her daughter was okay. “Yeah mom…. Baby brain and pregnancy hormones are one hell of a combination.”

Jade drags Sam by the hand, eager to see her mom. Sevda smiles, squatting down to be eye level with her little girl,” Guess what baby? Mommy and Daddy are having a girl! You're getting a little sister!”

Jade cheers dancing around in the circle of aunts and uncles that have gathered, her mouth running a mile a minute rattling off all the fun she's going to have with a little sister.

“Are you alright Sev? That was some reaction!” Josh asks gingerly.

“Oh! I'm fine, it was dumb! I am actually really happy to find out that we're having a girl. I was upset because I kept picturing a little boy who looked just like Jake, but he then reminded me that she will still look like him.”

Sam giggled,” Ya know, you evened out the ratio. Boys used to outnumber the girls growing up!” Sam nudges Danny in the side with his elbow,” Looks like Daniel will have to have a boy soon to even out the scale.”

Danny chuffs,” Fuck no! I'm not having a kid for a long time, I'm very happy being Uncle Danny thank you.”

Sam pouts dramatically,” Well someone's gotta do it! It's not going to be me, I'm still not even sure if I'm totally committed to Madeline!”

Danny rolls his eyes walking away from the conversation, but of course Sam follows, continuing to jokingly badger him,” Oh come on Daniel! A little boy with your dark curls? That's cute as fuck!”

Once the group disperses Jake pulls Sevda into his side,” You sure you're alright? I didn't want to see you cry today.”

His thumb gliding across the soft exposed skin on her back sends a shiver down her spine,” Really I'm okay. It was a dumb lapse of judgment, deep down I knew I was going to be thrilled with either. And I am! Jade's going to have the best childhood with Halina and her baby sister to play with, she managed to get some built in best friends. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd do with a boy, all I've ever known is little girl stuff.”

Jake leans down, kissing the top of her head,” I'm glad… I'm so happy it's a girl, Sev. I'm getting pretty good at taking care of Jade, after all she says I do the best Elsa braids,” Jake chuckles into her hair,” What can I say, I was made to be a girl dad.”

“You're the best girl dad babe.”

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Sevda could hear Jake rustling around in the bedroom as she places the final curl in her hair. As her waves cooled and set into place she raised her little handheld mirror to her face inspecting her makeup, she swiped a stray flake of mascara off of her cheek before smiling at herself. Setting the mirror down she took in herself in the larger vanity mirror, placing her hand on her bump over her robe, she smiled contently at what she saw in the mirror. Untying the gown she turned to the side, inspecting the size of her bump, her hands gliding over the soft skin.

“My beautiful girl, Daddy's going to take some pictures of us. I'm sure he's going to make us look amazing. Your Dad has many talents babygirl, photography is one of them.”

Sev smiles to herself as she feels her daughter shifting in her stomach.

Jake stands in the doorway, one of his film cameras looped around his neck,” I'm all ready when you are Sevvie.”

She turns to face him, and she can't help smirking when he visibly swallows as his eyes flick from her exposed chest to her face.

“You look stunning, sweetheart. I can't wait to capture you on film.”

“I'm excited too Jake, you have such an eye for photography I can't wait to see what you do.”

Jake steps out of the doorway, motioning for her to follow him. Her jaw drops when she enters the bedroom, utterly amazed at what he's done to set the vision he has in his head. There's string lights on every dresser top and soft warm lit lamps, creating a delicious golden yellow glow. The bedding has been changed completely from dark blue to white. At the foot of the bed rests fluffy white blankets, and a gauzy sheer material.

“Jake… the room is gorgeous!”

“I wanted to capture you the way I see you, glowing. Ethereal.”

Jake removes the camera from his neck, setting it down on the dresser before grabbing a bottle of her favorite lotion,” Can I put this on you baby? I think it'll really make your skin glow in the light.”

Sev nods her head before shrugging off her robe, letting it slip from her shoulders pooling at her feet. Jake pumps some lotion into the palm of his hand before rubbing them together to warm it. He places a gentle kiss to the back of her neck before placing his palms on her shoulders. His hands glide down her back, rubbing the lotion in. Sevda sighs into his touch, the feeling of his warm palms on her skin making arousal pool between her thighs. She attempts to shake off how turned on his touch makes her, but it's no use.

He grabs another palmful and lathers down her arms, the moisturizer making her skin gleam in the low light.

Working his way around her body, his warm palms rub over the skin of her stomach. He places soft kisses to her floral scented skin. Her daughter decides to stretch her feet, poking out above Sevs belly button.

“Jake!” She whispers out.

He already sees his daughter saying hello, he places his lips to the spot she was nudging,” Hi baby. I love you. Daddy loves you so much.”

Sevda's eyes well with tears when Jake meets her gaze with a large smile on his face.

“Fuck, don't make me cry right now. I'm going to ruin my makeup before you even take a picture.”

Jake stands before getting one final pump of lotion,” Ah, I forgot a spot.”

He grins as he places his warm hands on her breasts, her nipples poking his palms. He's careful with her tender flesh as he rubs the lotion all over her chest.

“Perfect love, you're glowing already. Go lay in the center of the bed, I'm going to wash my hands quick before I touch the equipment.”

Once finished washing the oily lotion off of his hands he dons his camera once again. Jake holds it up, looking through the viewfinder, and his breath catches in his throat. Sevda is sitting crosslegged in the center of the bed, her hands caressing her bump, as she smiles down at her active daughter. Her hair looks soft and tousled, her skin reflecting the light. Jake gulps, trying to keep his composure,“Sev… I'm not sure if you've ever looked more beautiful than you do right now. You're absolutely gorgeous, glowing with my baby in your belly.”

Her eyes flick to the camera and Jake clicks the shutter button again.

“Lean back for me love, rest on your elbows with your back arched. Yes! Okay, now cross one leg over the other. Perfect Sev, fuckin stunning.”

He captures her again, before grabbing the sheer gauzy material, draping it over her body. Jake grabs her palm and places her manicured hand over her bump on top of the fabric. Adjusting his shot so he just gets her stomach in frame. He asks for one more pose with the material covering her body. Instructing her to kneel on the bed with her hands cupping her bump, he takes one more picture.

Jake comes up and removes the fabric from her body, causing goosebumps to form over her skin.

Jake whispers into her ear as he clutches the sheers to his body,”Doing okay baby?”

She leans back against the pillows, her legs falling open on their own accord.

“Mmhmm. I just… I can't help imagining you fucking me in here with all the lights.”

Jake chuckles as he feels his skin get hot,” It wasn't supposed to be that kind of photoshoot baby. Just wanted to make you look extra pretty.”

“Come on Jakey, take some pictures with me. You think I haven't noticed the semi you've been sporting since picking up the camera?”

Jake blushes, he can't help the way his body reacts to her. He sighs,” Okay… it's not like anyone but us is seeing these anyway.”

Sev grins, her legs opening wider and she slips her hand between them,” Exactly, we might as well have some fun.”

Jake undresses, his camera swaying against his chest as he removes his pants and gives himself a few tugs.

Hushed he asks, almost breathless,” Can I take a picture of you doing that. Pleasing yourself?”

She nods and he feels his blood rushing to his groin as he gets her hand in frame.

Her voice is low and full of sex as she swirls her fingers around her clit,” You don't have to ask to take pictures baby. I trust you, take whatever you think looks sexy.”

Jake kneels on the bed, crawling between her thighs. Bending down he kisses her belly, trailing up to her breasts. Softly, careful not to hurt her, he sucks her nipple into his hot mouth.

“Fuck Jake, give me the camera baby.”

He takes it off his neck and gives it to her, quickly giving her a brief rundown on how to work the machine.

She gently pushes on his shoulder,” Lean up again for me baby, hold your cock in your hand. Fuck, you look so pretty.”

He pumps himself a few times, keeping himself on edge and he stares down the lense. She swallows thickly as she brings the camera away from her face, studying him in the soft glow. The yellow light illuminating in his disheveled fly away hair makes him look sinfully delicious, his eyes look shadowy and full of lust. Her gaze glides down his torso, admiring the hair that forms beneath his belly button and trails down to his thick heavy member in his hand.

“Jake, you're gorgeous.”

Wiggling her hips to signal to him what she wants he presses his hips forward slightly, and glides his head through her soaked folds.

“Sev you're so wet, god you're soaked. My pretty messy baby.”

She hands him the camera, wordlessly letting him know she wants him to capture this moment.

He hits the shutter button, capturing his point of view.

“G-get some of you sinking in to me.”

He clenches his jaw as he does what she asks, each time the shutter button clicks she clenches around his length. He can feel the heat radiating off of her skin, she's so wound up.

“I think I should put the camera down for a bit.”

She visibly pouts, jutting out her bottom lip.

“At least until my pretty girl cums.”

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Sevda jolted awake, something in her dreams startling her. She turned over to face Jake's side of the bed, looking to cuddle with him when she found that he was awake. His face illuminated by his screen as he scrolled on his phone. Jake turned his head to look her way,” You okay baby? Really jumped awake there.”

Sevda rubbed her growing bump and sighed,” Yeah, I'm alright. What are you doing awake anyway?”

“Well, first the thunder woke me and I went to go check to see if it woke Jade, but it didn't. Then I couldn't really fall back asleep so I started looking up baby names,” Jake scooted closer to Sev,” Wanna see my list?”

A warm smile appears on her face as she snuggles into his side,” Let's see what you've got.”

She watches Jake switch tabs on his phone from the baby name article to his notes app.

“Okay, first on the list is - and this isn't in order of what I like the most, it's just how I came across them. Okay, first is Nora.”

“That's pretty.”

Jake smiles at his love,”Yeah? I thought so too.”

“Okay, next is Serena.”

“Eh, I'm vetoing that one, a girl from highschool who was mean to me was named Serena.”

She chuckled as Jake backspaced Serena off of his list.

“Okay… what about Lilly?”

“That's pretty too, although I'm not sure about flower names.”

Jake typed in a question mark next to Lilly,” Okay, last name on my list is Maude.”

Sev scrunched her nose and shook her head no.“I have a suggestion. Actually, Jade came up with it. Emma Mae. I think it's really cute.”

Jake furrowed his brow, really mulling it over,” Emma. Emma Kiszka…. Emma Mae Kiszka, you better listen to your mother right now! That's a good one, I like that. It's my favorite actually, you like it?”

Sev reaches her arm across his stomach, snuggling closer,” It's my favorite too…. So. She has a name?”

Jake cranes his neck down kissing the top of her head,”She has a name.”

“Jade's going to be so ecstatic that we picked the name she came up with.”

They were just starting to drift back to sleep when a house shaking crack of thunder boomed. Jake sat up, sliding out from under Sevda,” I know that one woke her up. Fuck that was so loud.”

Jake came back into the bedroom with a shaken little girl tucked into his neck. He placed her in the center of their king sized mattress and laid down opposite of his love.

Sevda pet Jade's bed head, soothing her little girl,” You're safe here honey. I know it was so scary and loud.”

Jake places his palm on her little back,” Hey Jade, you wanna know something cool? Momma and I were talking about the name you picked out for your little sister, and we really like it. Her name's going to be Emma.”

“Emma Mae!”

“Yes sweetheart, Emma Mae.”

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The weather had finally broken and it was finally nice enough to get outside again, which meant it was the perfect day to carry out Jake's plan. Josh had come by to pick Jade up early in the morning, her change of clothes packed away in her little backpack. Josh and Y/N were instrumental in making sure the day goes off without a hitch. Tucked away in her little pack was a shirt Jake had gotten customized, as Jade was a big part of the day as well.

A few weeks earlier, while Sev was out with her mom shopping for the baby, Jake had Josh and Sam come over. As Jade was coloring in an activity book at the kitchen table Jake called for her attention,” Hey sweet pea? Can you help Daddy? When Uncle Josh and Uncle Sam get here, can you ask Uncle Sam something for me? He's still kind of mad at me, but you're his favorite 5 year old niece.”

Jade was scribbling away, concentrating on her picture.

“Honey, did you hear me?”

Jade huffs, clearly annoyed that Jake was taking away from her art. She turns to face Jake,” Yes Daddy, you want me to ask Uncle Sam because he's mad at you.”

Jake smiles,” Can you ask Uncle Sam to help with Mommy's surprise?”

She nods agreeing as the doorbell rings and she hops down from the chair, running towards the door yelling for her uncles.

A few weeks later, Jake helped a very pregnant Sevda into the car and started driving her to her favorite cafe. As they sat on the patio of the restaurant, while she sipped on her strawberry green tea and picked at her croissant she sighed,” I know you wanted to have some time to ourselves but I do miss Jade. I mean this is the last bit of time she has until she has to share my attention as well.”

She dabbed the brown napkin on the corner of her eye, capturing the tears before they fall. He watched with a sympathetic gaze as she rubbed her hand over her stomach, the soft fabric of her wrap dress moving slightly.

“I know my love, but we're meeting back up with them as soon as we're done here. Josh even texted me that she has a surprise for you.”

Jake's phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out silently reading the text from Josh.

Josh: We're at the park! All set up by the creek , just the way you wanted.

Josh picture attachment: ½.

Jake smiles at his phone as the pictures come in, first is a picture of Jade striking a pose in the shirt he had ordered, and the second one is a picture of Josh sitting on the picnic blanket with Halina strapped to his chest in a fabric wrap with Y/N and Jade sitting behind him with Sam smiling and waving in the back taking up the rear.

He puts his phone away and looks up at his soulmate. He admires the way she's glowing with his growing baby in her belly. Everyday it amazes him how incredibly beautiful she looks this way, like she was made for this. He notices that she's finished with her pastry so he stands up, grabbing her hand to help her, once she's steady on her feet his hands find her bump and his lips connect with hers in a searing kiss,” Let's go Momma, meet up with your baby.”

Jake pulls his Jeep into the gravel lot next to Josh's, and he smiles as he sees them off in the distance. All four of them are standing on the creek bed getting their toes wet in the stream.

Sev giggles,” He looks like such a dad, it's cute.”

She points to his twin and Jake can't help but agree. Halina is swaddled to his chest, the wrap fully supporting her weight so he can hold her hands free. But of course Josh doesn't, keeping one of his hands on his baby's back at all times. Jake's mind reeled, in such a short span of time, that'll be him. His daughter resting on his chest.

Jake cleared his throat,” He looks good like that. He was meant to be a dad.”

“So are you Jake.”

Jake grasped her hand in his, bringing it to his face so he could place soft kisses on her knuckles. Suddenly, he feels the small box in his pants burning a hole in his pocket,” Shall we?”

They leave the serenity of the vehicle and make their way across the soft lawn to meet them, Jake trailing just a bit behind Sevda. He briefly takes in her image, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze and the skirt of her dress swaying with every step, utterly beautiful.

He sees Jade's eyes light up as she realizes they're working their way towards her,” Mommy!!”

She sprints to get to Sev, a beaming smile on her face. Jake's eyes widen as it doesn't look like she's slowing down to stop,” Hey, hey hey! Cool your jets! Don't run into Mommy, please!”

Thankfully she stops right in front of Sevs belly before gently but eagerly giving her mom a hug.

Sev hugs her tightly,”Hi my baby! Are you having fun with your uncles and Aunt Y/N? Did they get you a new shirt, what does it say?” She holds her at arm's length reading the text, Will you marry me?

She furrows her brow, confused for a moment.

“Sevda.”

She turns to look at Jake and she finds him down on one knee, presenting a beautiful diamond ring.

“Will you marry me baby?”

Her bottom lip trembles as she shakes her head,” Oh my God, yes! Of course I'll marry you Jake.”

He quickly gets up from the ground, slipping the diamond onto her finger before capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

He keeps his face close to hers, intensifying the moment,” I love you so fuckin much. You deserve nothing but the best and I intend on giving that to you Sevda. Our babies deserve it, I'll do everything in my power to shower my family in love for the rest of my life.”

“I love you Jake. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Jake breaks their embrace and scoops Jade into his arms,” Your momma said yes baby! We're getting married, how amazing is that? Mom and Dad are getting married.”

They work their way over to Josh,Y/N, and Sam all of them exhilarated to watch this special moment happen.

“Oh my God you're engaged!” Y/N squeals matching Sevs excitement as she grabs her hand inspecting her beautiful ring.

Josh wraps his arms around his slightly younger brother, congratulating him, Jake smiles and thanks him for helping him carry out the plan .

“Of course Jake! You know I'd do anything to help you.”

After Josh's embrace Jake looks at Sam, staring at each other for a moment before Sam engulfs Jake in a warm embrace.

Jake mutters low just for Sam to hear,” I was hoping you'd come, that's why I made sure Jade asked you.”

Sam's big brown eyes look to the sky for a moment, before returning to Jake's,”I was mad. I was so hurt, it still hurts to think about. But, I wanted to be here, I'm your brother and I don't want to miss out on any big moments in your life. This engagement, your first baby, and whatever lies after… I love you Jake, and I love your family. I want to be here.”

Eventually Sam removes his arms from his older brother, his eyes looking at the twins,” I love both of your families, I love being Uncle Sam.”

After a moment he lightens the mood and yells for Sev,” Come over here! Let me see that big ass rock Jakey boy picked out!”

Sevda dangles her fingers in front of his face, wiggling them so the light catches the diamond.

“Damn girlie, he must love you!”

Sevda looks at Jake, her eyes holding so much love for him,”He does…He really does.”

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Sevda tossed and turned, her body feeling so achy and uncomfortable. She grit her teeth as her abdomen cramped and Emma kicked her yet again. Looking at Jake's sleeping form she glares, wishing she could sleep peacefully once again. Stiffly she sits herself up in bed, fluffing the pillows behind her before reaching over to grab her phone. It was now 3:27a.m, officially one day past her due date. Sevda had a good feeling that Emma would be arriving soon, she felt like she was making her way into position and her body was beginning to show the telltale signs. She sighed, opening Instagram and began scrolling through pictures from brands and friends. Her eyes began to get bleary and she was about to put her phone down to try to go to sleep again when she felt the smallest internal 'pop'.

“Shit shit shit..” she muttered, struggling to quickly get out of bed, waddling as fast as she could to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she swiveled her head between the shower and the toilet, before ultimately deciding to sit on the toilet. She sat, removing her soiled pajama pants, and called her mom. After a few rings she picked up,” Hey mom….”

“Is it baby time?!”

Sev laughs as quietly as she can, her mom has been on standby for days. Whispering,” Soon, my water just broke. Jake is still asleep, I'm not sure if I want to wake him yet.”

“He's going to be a wreck!”

“He is!” Letting out a breath of air, as Emma moved around yet again,” Can you come pick Jade up in an hour or so?”

“Absolutely honey, I'll start getting ready now. I love you, and congratulations Sev.”

“Thanks mom, love you too.”

After hanging up the phone and cleaning herself up Jake appears in the doorway, his hair wild and his eyes dark and puffy.

“Are you okay love? I thought I heard you talking.”

Drying her freshly washed hands Sevda replies,” Yeah Jake, I'm alright. Uh, yeah. I was on the phone with my mom… my water broke.”

His eyes widen,”Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you ready to go? Let me go get the hospital bag- Do you feel okay? Uh- I-”

Sevda steps forward, her belly against his, and she weaves her fingers into his hair scratching his scalp trying to soothe him.

“Everything is fine Jake. She's coming soon, but not right now. We still have plenty of time, I promise you that. Hours. I'm going to take a shower, could you lay out my black sweat set? It's hanging in the closet next to the hospital bag. My mom's going to come by in about an hour to pick up Jade.”

His hands shake as he reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear,” I'm so anxious.”

“I know baby… everything will be okay. This isn't my first rodeo,remember?”

He sighs,” I know, but it's my first time. This is it, we've been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. Trying for so many months, and we've waited 9 months for her to grow so healthy and strong and now…”

Sevda pulls his face to hers, kissing his lips, placing a few more kisses on his mouth before pulling back,”I'm so excited for her to finally make her arrival.”

His hands caress her bump,”I can't wait to hold her.”

Sevda smiles wide,” You're going to look so hot holding our newborn.”

All Jake can do is laugh.

“You want a hot shower baby?”

Sevda hums and nods, so Jake steps away and turns the water on nice and hot for her shower. He helps rid her of the rest of her clothes, placing soft kisses against her shoulders trailing down the valley between her heavy breasts, to kiss her bump one last time.

Sev shudders a breath, heavy with emotion,” I loved us… like this.”

Jake looks up at her, eyes slightly watery,” I did too, maybe one day… we'll do it again.”

Sev reaches down, cupping his cheek in her hand, her thumb softly brushing his cheekbone. Jake stands and sniffs back his tears,”Let me go get your sweats laid out. I'm gonna get ready as well.”

Sevda stepped into the warm spray, letting it help soothe her aching body. She lathers her hands in body wash, freshening her body. Her hands glide softly over her stomach and she grits her teeth as her abdomen contracts.

She holds her hands still over her bump,” I can't wait to meet you sweet girl. You're going to be so loved, your daddy and I are so excited to meet you. You have a big sister and a cousin, and you have an aunt and so many uncles, and they all love you so much.”

She hears Jake come back into the bathroom,” Still doing okay love? I brought your clothes in.”

Reluctantly Sevda turned off the hot water stepping out of the shower and into Jake's arms as he wrapped the towel around her body. He gently dried her body before grabbing her sweatpants, helping her into them. He put her fuzzy socks on her feet before sliding the oversized sweatshirt over her head.

“You look pretty Sev.”

She shook her head in disbelief,” I look pretty?”

“Mmhmm. You're about to have our baby, you look gorgeous.”

Jake cautiously leads Sevda down the steps and to the couch so he can go back upstairs to get the hospital bag and go wake up Jade.A few minutes later he comes back down the steps with a sleepy little girl in his arms as their doorbell rings letting them know that Sevda's mom has arrived.

Jake deposits the little girl onto the couch next to her mom before going to answer the door. Jake opens the front door to reveal Sevda's mom who immediately steps inside giving him a big hug.

“Congratulations honey! Oh, I'm so excited. Are you ready for a newborn?” Her mom asks swaying him in her grasp.

“I hope so.”

She gently rubs her hands down his back, comforting him,” You'll do great Jake, you're such a good dad to Jade already.”

Their hug is interrupted by the sounds of Jade's sleepy footsteps,”Gramma?”

Sevda's mom leans down greeting Jade,” Hi honey bunny. You're gonna hang out with me at my house for a little bit, and when we come back your baby sister will be here. Sound good?”

Jade nods wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“I wanna go talk to Mommy and then we can go alright?”

Jade asks Jake to hold her while her grandmother talks to Sevda, he picks her up softly rubbing circles on her back as she gets comfortable. Every once in a while he presses a kiss to her head, reveling in the last moments it will just be the three of them.

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Jake wasted no time, quickly helping Sevda into the car and sped off in the direction of the hospital. He insisted she sit in a wheel chair so he could make sure she was rolled into triage safely. Once he knew she was in good hands, the triage nurse having wheeled her back to place her into a bed. Jake sent a text to his group chat with his brothers and a separate one to his mom letting them know that the baby was coming.

Time was ticking away slowly, and Jake wasn’t sure what to do with himself. It didn’t take them long to bring Sevda up to the labor and delivery ward, settling her into a private room and let her know the anesthesiologist would be in soon to place her epidural. Jakes phone rang suddenly, startling them out of the almost peaceful silence that had washed over the room.

“Josh… it’s five am.” Jake chuckled, turning his attention to the television that played softly in the background.

“And my niece is about to be born, you better get your ass down to this lobby and bring me up there with you.” Jakes eyes widened at bit at the tone in Joshs voice and he pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Do you mind if Josh comes up?” Jake whispered, not wanting to startle Sevda. She shook her head sleepily and let her eyes flutter shut as Jake pushed himself to his feet and slowly made his way out of the room.

He rode the elevator down to the lobby and, taking a deep breath, braced himself before he slowly made his way to the lobby. A frazzled looking Josh stood in the lobby with his arms crossed over his chest and his sweatpants sitting crooked on his hips.

“What the hell.” He mumbled, walking over to Jake and he threw his arms tightly around his brother. Jake let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and reciprocated Josh’s hug, melting into the familiar embrace he was wrapped in. Jake’s mind reeled with a multitude of different thoughts, but the main one being why had Josh shown up.

“You didn’t think I’d let you do it alone, did you?” Josh mumbled, running his hand along the expanse of Jakes back before pulling back from him.

The hours melded together and the anticipation was heavy in his stomach. He paced the room and bounced his knee in his seat as Sevda's contractions came closer and closer together. Josh stood at Sevdas bedside, talking to her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. This was so much different than when Halina was born, he was calm and patiently waiting for his niece's arrival. Now he was excited and so, so nervous. The stark contrast between Y/Ns choice of having a home birth and Sevda's choice of having a hospital birth was sharp. The lights felt bright, and there were wires and machines monitoring his soulmate and his baby girl.

Sevda called for his attention, disrupting his pacing.

”Jakey, can you hold my hand.”

Dutifully he grabs her clammy palm into his own, wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead with his other.

“You're doing amazing baby, I'm so proud of you.”

Sevda groaned as she felt yet another contraction beginning, this one stronger than the last.

“Jake. I- I think it's time to push, this is so uncomfortable, can you call for my nurse.”

Jake swallows thickly before pressing his lips to hers. He goes to press her call button on the remote as her nurse walks in.

Sevda tells her she believes it's time to push, and her nurse confirms her suspicion.

“Before anything happens… you should sit down, Joshua, I heard all about how you couldn’t hang when Sunny was born.” Sevda chuckled, wincing as the pressure in her pelvic area intensified. Josh rolled his eyes and pulled a chair over to where he stood before wrapping his hand around Sevdas as well.

In a whirlwind of doctors, wires and monitors, cries of discomfort and agony, and some sweat and tears, Jake's baby was placed on Sevda's chest. She sniffled lightly and began placing kisses on the baby’s head that's covered in brown hair.

“Oh! Oh my god, hi. Hi my baby, Hi Emma.”

Jake stares at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his daughter is here, she's healthy and beautiful and perfect. This is what they've been waiting for.

Sevda's watery eyes meet Jake's,” Come here baby, come say hi to your daughter.”

Jake leans down, face level with hers as he takes in her pink skin and smushy features,”Hi Emma, I can't believe you're finally here. Daddy loves you so, so much.”

He reaches his hand out and freezes,” Can- Can I touch her?”

“Of course you can Jake, you're her father.”

His hand gently cups her head, his thumb rubbing back and forth feeling her soft warm skin, instantly falling in love with his baby.

Once everything settles back down and they are moved into a recovery room, Jake holds his tiny baby in his arms. Sevda rests and he studies Emma's features trying to decide if she looks more like him or her mom. He hears his phone buzzing on the bedside table where it's plugged in, he gently lays her down in the bassinet before grabbing it. It was a ‘good luck!’ text from his mom, looking at the time he figures his brothers will be awake in the next few hours. Jake snaps a quick photo of his tiny baby before sending it to everyone, Emma Mae Kiszka has arrived!

Fin.

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A well-kept space where you can access all of my pieces easily! I'll update this as I upload the stories! Please be sure to read all the warnings stated in the post as some topics may be triggering to some readers. All of my work is original, some written through experience or inspiration from novels I'm reading. In no way am I trying to copy anyone! Please remember this is all fictional work.

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☼ Waiter, please! - smut // 5k words // a horrible date saved by the waiter

☼ Brother's Best Friend - smut // 8.1k words // complete // falling for your older brother's best friend // part 1 // part 2

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☼ No Crowd Compares To You - fluff & smut // 3.6k // Josh comes home from tour and shows you how much he loves you

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Wounded II || JTK

…A Continuation of London

18+MDNI

Paring: Jakexreader(f)

LONDON SERIES MATERPOST

A/N: It’s arrival is finally upon us… so sorry it only took three weeks:( I promise the wait was worth though; out of the whole series, this installment was my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE to create !! Shoutout to @tommie-gvf for editing:) I am beyond excited to hear what y'all think!

i didn't notice the last 2k words cut off (x)

Summary || Navigating through the aftermath of your argument, you can’t bring yourself to face Jake.

Content Warnings || toxic relationship, agoraphobia, haphephobia, explicit depictions of night terrors/panic attack, brief mentions of anger and physical aggression and bodily harm and murder/death and sexual assault, verbal aggression, reckless/distracted driving, brief mention of drug use, unsolicited touched, allusions to depressive and isolative episodes, [non-aggressive] unannounced entry into readers bedroom, a very brief boner lol

Word Count || 7.2k

— JAKE —

You wince at the strain of your stiff muscles propped against her bedroom door, eyes accosted by the morning light. The sequence of how the cold hard floor became your bed for the night is less than clear. Your only clues, the taste of liquor and guilt still bitter on your dry tongue, you are most likely the asshole. 

You will your aching body upwards, the pounding in your head follows your first step. You accomplish the odyssey that is the hallway to your bedroom and start on your appearance for the studio; the account of the night before depositing itself moment by moment as you ooze about your room. 

Still couldn’t get your puppy out of her little cage?

You cringe as you brush your teeth and fight your tangled tresses to loop into a low bun, a tangible distraction to repress the clawing conviction. 

I heard she won’t even let you pet her.

A huff escapes you as you slip on your socks and step into your boots. You grab your coat, intent on heading downstairs, but you instead find yourself not strong enough to withstand the gravity and accomplish your trek to the stairs; slave to the magnetic field of her bedroom door. You try to sketch out some impression of last night’s details, but clarity refuses to reveal itself to you. You study the ridges of the wooden frame and grumble to the clueless girl you pray is comatose on the other side.

The sound of your older brother calling you from downstairs breaks your spell as you shuffle towards the source.

The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with me. 

Don’t you think you’ve carried this weight way too far?

Thick eyebrows furrow in your direction as a baffled Josh canvasses your face for any indication as to why you struggle to recite a simple breakfast order; your disconcerting recollections jerking you by the reins in and out of disassociation. You almost wish you could remain inviolable in your amnesic ignorance. 

When are you going to stop being so apathetic towards this?! 

You shake off your shame as you put aside the freshly delivered food on the kitchen counter for her to find after she wakes up. You lock the front door after Josh walks through and take a deep cleansing breath before you step into your car, knowing you can’t take this baggage to the studio with you. 

You don’t get to speak to me this way.

I’ll be out the door.

Your twin yells over the roar of the rumble strips from the passenger seat as you stray into the shoulder, “Jake?! The road!”

Fuck you, Jacob. 

Just another thing you have yet to do. 

You plug in at the studio, butchering and tripping over riffs of your own design. 

The completely broken and mortified look you painted on her face.

The vision curses you blunderingly dumbfounded.

“Okay, let’s take a quick five,” Josh says over his brother’s instruments while silently interrogating you from across the booth.  

You mentally rewind to realize you had completely missed your entrance.

An aggravatingly tone-deaf Sam challenges the sudden hiatus, “But we just started?”

Josh blusters his youngest brother a look that threatens unbridled rage. 

A sympathetic Danny steps in to rescue a clueless Sam from Josh’s wrath, “Sam, want to go get high?”

Like dangling shiny keys in front of a toddler, Sam’s attention is now fixated on Danny’s proposal. The two giggling men giddily scurry out of the booth up to no good. As soon as the exit door swings shut Josh stomps over to you, rolling his eyes.

He unpacks his authoritative older sibling's tone as his hands wildly comb through the air for your confession, “Okay, enough moping, out with it.”

You don’t even bother armoring a defense. You know very well you would end up confiding in Josh sooner or later. You ineptly unload every detail you can extract from memory in an iniquitous admission to your twin. 

You haven’t even finished speaking your closing statement when a pinching sting burrows against your skin as a result of Josh’s backhand assailing your bicep. You hiss through pressed lips and rub over the infliction with your opposite hand, yet you don’t dare challenge the considerably clement treatment. 

“You are such a prick sometimes, I swear,” Josh professes through gritted teeth.

You’re so consumed by your guilt you can’t even concoct an offense.

“Do you think she's going to leave- Fuck, I would never speak to me again,” you answer your own question.

Your pleading eyes frisk over Josh’s identical features, hungry for some kind of reprieving answer. Yet his same honest spirit that knots and kneads your stomach is the same one that always gravitates you towards Josh for counsel in the first place.

“I can’t answer that for you, but I think it's important you at least give her enough distance to think clearly,” Josh dismally warns. 

Your thumb and middle finger start at the crease of your eyebrow and rub outwards to your temples, tugging at your skin till your fingertips reach your hairline and fall through your tied-back strands, “Did I fuck this up, Josh?”

You almost wish you couldn’t read his expression of pessimism as Sam and Danny reenter the studio, bursting at the seams with a laughter that you can’t even fathom in this moment. Their giggles cut right through your exchange with your twin. Josh squeezes your shoulder and gives you a smirk of consolation before resettling himself in his designated portion of the booth. His way of wordlessly telling you to keep your chin up and you’d discuss it later. 

You try your best to adjourn your sins for now as you know it is time for studio work and studio work only, yet still stumble and topple through every note without a hint of grace until the very last beat of the session. 

—YOU —

”Went to the studio, will be back late.  Enjoy your day                 -J “

Jake’s handwriting on the cardboard coffee cup sleeve informs you of his whereabouts. You inhale deeply, allowing the sweet soothing aroma of your favorite roast to sweep you to a better day. You are also embraced with an alluring savory scent. You restively snatch the small paper bag on the kitchen island that rests against your drink to discover an entirely different note. 

“p.s. Jake bought you a muffin too but  I got hungry :) - the other J”

You smile to yourself and unfold the crinkled brown bag to discover the comfort of your favorite grilled chicken caprese sandwich. You giddily scurry back to your room to start your day. 

You’ve found that making lists and organizing your time usually helps your mind from wandering where it shouldn't. So, you do just that. You make your lists. You order things low in stock around the house. You check your emails. 

You know you should close your laptop once you finish your clients’ work. Yet you find your mouse hovering over a new search bar. Foolishly, the hunt for apartments has begun with only a few clicks; knowing damn well you threatened your leaving in anger and don’t plan on going anywhere.

But as you scroll through listing after listing you begin to feel like maybe it could be time to leave and move on. Maybe you are suffocating everyone, but they can’t bring themselves to tread through your undoubtedly trauma-infested waters, hoping sooner or later you’ll fall off like a rotting limb. Or maybe the problem isn’t you but your lack of a clean slate. Maybe Jake ties you to the root of the tragedy just as much as he shelters you and grounds you in its aftermath. 

Instinctively, your monitor is slammed shut as your breath begins to flee from you. Even if this is true you can't make a decision based on some childish blurt. This would take genuine rumination. Which you are incapable of, considering you aren’t a hundred percent sure this isn’t some impulsive ammunition aimed at Jake. 

You sweep your consciousness clean and distract yourself with other productivity. You journal and read and wander around till you’d find a guitar. You do whatever you can to keep yourself busy.

Before you know it, the day turns into a week. You had been going to bed early before the boys got home so you really hadn’t spoken to anyone. You hadn’t even been purposely avoiding Jake, but space is what you keep telling yourself is best for the both of you since the other night. 

It is only five in the afternoon when you hear car doors slam in the driveway from where you have been stuck in the same book for hours in the library. You instinctively shut the hardback with a smack and fly upstairs.

Even though it has been over a week, you aren’t yet ready to talk to Jake. You have certainly forgiven his assailment but you hadn’t yet figured out how to face him or his words. So you tuck yourself away in your room, never to be seen.

That is until you hear a light knocking at your door a few hours later.

You freeze, careful to not make a sound. You hope that silence will discourage whatever suitor is on the other side, enough to leave you alone. 

“It’s just me,” you hear Josh’s voice travel through your room. 

Still cautious, you impugn before moving a muscle, “Yes?”

“It's okay, Jake’s not here,” he says flatly. 

You exhale in relief but still inch the door open slowly. You guardedly investigate to discover it is, in fact, Josh and only Josh. You still greet him with narrowed eyes. 

“You can relax, sunshine, the man is on a liquor run,” Josh reassures you. 

You are accosted by his bugging eyes till he gestures to the slight gap in the doorway, “Can I come in or-?”

You ostensibly inspect him, “All right but I’m going to have to pat you for any wires.”

Josh throws his head back in a quick sharp laugh as he welcomes himself into your room, “Ha! Don’t threaten me with a good time, sunshine. But I would not spy for Jake. I’m strictly here on third-party business.”

He makes himself comfortable on your bed and sits resting against your headboard; something you’ve always admired about Josh is his ability to make home anywhere and draw close to anyone. 

Once he settles, he sets your pillows against the wall next to him and smacks his hand against your comforter a few times, ushering you to join him on your own bed. You roll your eyes with a smile and jump onto your designated spot next to him. 

You force a cheeky smile, “So to what do I owe this displeasure?”

He places his hands over his chest and feigns an offended gasp, “Well, I was just coming to check on you.”

You remind yourself that you are safe with Josh and it's only his way of showing he genuinely cares when he places his hand over yours. It's like running against the wind, but it's all you can do to not shudder and immediately pull away.

His speech carries concern as he lightly squeezes your hand, “I haven’t seen you in a few days. Is that on purpose?”

You tense a bit at the directness of his question, “Not really. You have just been going into the studio early and staying out late recently.”

“Well, just remember isolation isn’t good for anyone and-”

“Josh-,” you start but he sings over you to finish his sentence.

“...and we miss you,” he lovingly interjects. 

Your words come out sharper than you intend, “We? Who’s we?”

“Yes, we.” he mimics your satire, “Me, Danny, Sam, and especially Jake.”

“Well, obviously not too much if it's you here and not him,” your tongue instinctually retorts.

“He doesn’t want to suffocate you is all, believe me, he certainly misses you,” Josh rolls his eyes, making you curious about Jake’s behavior after your argument.

“Sunshine,” Josh cuts directly to his inquiry tired of tip-toeing, “What happened the other night?”

“Please,” you almost snort, “I’m convinced you and Jake secretly compare bowel movements. Don’t act like he didn’t already tell you every detail.”

“I mean he did,” Josh confesses, “I just want to hear what you have to say and see how you’re feeling. It might help you to talk about it.”

“Also, you’re gross,” he blurts and narrows his eyes. 

“As much as I totally want to relive your brother’s cruel words, Josh, I trust Jake told you everything like it happened but-,” you hesitate, the realization you might not like the answer just now seeping heavy into your bones, “what happened at the bar? Between Danny’s call and Jake's temper, I can tell something wasn’t right.”

Josh’s features drop with his shoulders and an exhale, “He didn’t tell you?”

You see an indiscernible visage dart across his features after you shake your head no. You recognize it as condolence as he carefully recounts that night in every stomach-knotting detail; depicting a very doleful Jake, a “bitch-for-brains loudmouth” as Josh put it and her insolent tears at Jake, followed by his solemn exit and dodged phone calls. 

Your heart writhes from its relocation in the pit of your stomach, almost sick at the thought. Your inability to leave the house is now bleeding into all aspects of his life and polluting his liveliness you loved so; a light that has seen you through the ugliest dark. 

Josh frees you from the quicksand of your spiraling thoughts with a fragmented one of his own, “He waits for you, you know?”

He must read the confusion on your face as he rephrases, coloring in the empty lines with a bit more context, “Every night- Jake- He’ll always have this stupid giddy look on his face when he tells us the good news that you should be joining that evening. And I know my brother, he genuinely believes it. I can tell he’s not being optimistic or even humoring himself, or you. Then when he shows alone, he’s never angry or upset. He’ll just tell us you were too tired or weren’t feeling up for the outing. But I swear to you- his eyes never leave the door. Even if distracted, his body is always facing the entrance. He’ll never admit it- I’m not even sure if it's a conscious habit, but he always holds out hope that you’ll show up. We all do- just can’t hold a flame up to him. I have yet to hear him speak a bad word of you or complain of your absence. He has such faith in you, more than I think you realize, and I have yet to see it dim. I’ve never seen Jake so far gone in love with someone and he only wants to see you grow.”

Your mouth opens to speak but all words seem 10,000 miles from your horizon. Your eyes begin to pool as you try to grab at any response, his last words poisoning any other ideations. Neither Jake nor you had spoken a word of “I love you” to each other since that harrowing night, much less did he mention being in love. 

You want to ask Josh a thousand questions of what he meant by that. What has Jake said? What has Jake done? How does he know for certain? You have to leave now, right? Wouldn’t that be the selfless thing to do? Yet, you can’t vocalize one.

The debut of your salty streaming eyes ushers Josh to reel in his sermon, “Look- you don’t have to say anything- unless you want to. I definitely want to hear but I don’t want to pry. And I don’t tell you this to make you feel bad, I’m just trying to give him some credit and it's something I thought you should take into consideration. Just in case you felt as if that might be impeding you. So when you do return, that's one less thing off your plate. I promise no one will look at you differently. We're all just so eager and ready to have you back by our side again.”

His immediate addition is an exact echo of his brother, “No rush though. You do what feels right, sunshine.”

You swipe at your glossy cheeks and only nod in understanding, still unable to grasp a word. 

“Alright, I also just wanted to let you know we have a flight in the morning and  we’re out of town for the next few days,” he steers the conversation in a less hazardous direction. 

“So you’ll have the house to yourself,” he playfully wags his finger in your face, “and no ragers, young lady. I mean it!” 

“No promises, but I’ll see you when you get back,” you pucker your lips, caperingly blowing him a kiss. 

“Unless you want to be a stowaway? No one would stop you,” his eyes grow wide along with his smile; the same one that always grants you such safety when it appears on his twin. 

You lark, “But then when would I have my party?!”

“Ah, clever girl,” he accepts his defeat. 

Josh takes liberty and scoots down to lay cozy in your bed, indicating he is going to regale you with his illustriously dazzling conversation. And he does. You catch up with each other on your weeks and he tells you what they plan to do on their trip. You ask him how Sam and Danny are doing, and then Jake.

Just as he's illustrating an anecdote of some embarrassing and eccentric stunt Sam pulled to infuriate Jake today, you hear the heavy steps of tired boots coming up the stairs. 

Josh’s story is totally derailed by his twin, “He sure is heavy-footed for someone so small.”

“You know you’re just as-” you start. 

“For my whole life, unfortunately,” he shakes his head in a faux grief. 

“Well, we have an early start and I was told I can’t be late this time,” he rolls his eyes, “I better head to bed.”

Josh exuberantly springs from the mattress to his feet and theatrically bows in a goodbye, knowing better than to attempt any sort of embrace. 

He pulls away to make eye contact, “Be right back, call if you need anything.”

“Will do,” you throw him one last jest, “Have a safe flight and don’t forget Sam’s leash!”

“Please, he’s Danny’s pet, not mine,” he scoffs and saunters towards the door, “goodnight, sunshine, love you.”

You tell Josh goodnight and return his love before he winks you goodbye and gently shuts your door, disappearing behind it. 

You giggle as the sounds of him dramatically stomping down the stairs in a motion to Jake’s prior thuds through your room. 

That night, sleep hides itself away from you. Josh’s words chase each other, crashing and rattling around your head like a pack of rabid wolves. With each passing second you can’t help but think of the warm-bodied man down the hall from you. 

Is he fast asleep, unbothered by you? Is he awake? Is he thinking of you too? Does your presence burden him? Is he fighting the urge to come see you? Is your name on his lips?

Your racing thoughts are broken by the trudging of a sleepy, no doubt grumpy, Jake. 

The footsteps travel from his room and seem to concentrate as they get closer to your door, until directly in front. You hold your breath as you hear Jake mutter something and hiss in frustration. You’re only able to make out his last words as they barrel from his throat. 

“Please, just- be here when I get back,” he implores the silence of an empty hallway.

Your chest pounds erratically, your heart threatening to escape its cage. It’d only been a week but you don’t realize how much you ached for him until your bones entered a state of conniption at the sound of his slumber-rasped voice. 

You know he assumes you’re asleep and these words aren't yours to hear. You can’t help but wonder if this is the first night he’s addressed your inanimate door. Your malaised heart sings a mourning song to the resentful tune of Jake’s boots dragging him towards the stairs and away from you.

A decent night’s sleep still refuses to slip into your covers with you, so it's the sun that puts you to bed. The next few nights prove the same. You try your best to fix your sleep pattern, performing laborious tasks during the day to tire yourself out but it renders useless.

You refuse to take any kind of relaxant, as the haze always takes you back to a sensation you never want to return to. You aren’t sure if it's Josh’s words or another bad storm on your horizon, but you have become an insomniac. 

It has only been 4 days, but each one is a bit more challenging than the previous; today rains over you like a hailstorm. 

You don't want to get out of bed. You don’t want to get up to use the bathroom. You don’t want to shower or get dressed. You don’t even want to eat.

You have no wants, only musts.

You must get up, must relieve yourself, must shower, must dress, and you must eat. Or you will not survive. You will die here, swallowed whole by nothingness. No one is here to tell you what to do. No one is coming to your rescue. 

Something different. Routine is a consistent companion until it is your cage.

A break. You convince yourself you need an unfamiliar happening to overwhelm your senses. An affair to shock you back to your feeble bubble of fleeting stability. A change in scenery.

You find yourself in a hysteric pace around that front door. There is nothing to lose at this point. No one here to witness if you fail. Everyone’s words run through you.

There is no rush.

But there is. You are already behind. This house is running out of oxygen. You are already rotting here. This habit will soon blur into home. 

You take a deep breath and turn the knob. Not daring to chart with eyesight first, you fling yourself through that open door as if at any moment you might be sucked back inside. 

The air enwraps you, brisk and cool. The undeniable fragrance of a distinct autumn breeze interrupts its commute, reminding you of how miserable you’ve been without it. Your sight is allured by your new porcelain shade in the sun; you have prodigiously neglected your melanin to a pallid skin tone you’ve never worn before. 

You propel forward, telling yourself to just keep moving. You secure your place at the end of the extensive driveway and unwisely decide you can make it down the sidewalk.

You should know better than to think you could outsmart panic without strategy. You feel storm clouds roll in thick all around you; and wherever there’s rain, thunder is sure to follow.

Suddenly the boundless reaches of the stratosphere isn’t enough to save you from the suffocation of the world crumbling fast around you. You pivot until you’re barreling back down the path you came. You almost lunge through the door and lock yourself back inside.

You gait about the living room performing your breathing and self-soothing exercises. All children’s play in the wake of your hijacking terror. You eventually catch your breath but the tremors bond with you. 

Whatever was eating at you earlier was only amplified by your brief spontaneous journey outside of the house. But you had foolishly led the demon inside with you, it is now clawing at the walls and howling throughout the halls. 

You search for sleeping pills having no hope to rest organically tonight, accepting their necessity to your survival. You only look at your bed before deciding it's not even worth the noble fit of tossing and turning. You make sure you are ready for bed before scurrying into Jake’s room and crawling under his sheets. Yet you still can’t shake the feeling of a lurking apparition. 

However, the ingested medication now emanating throughout your bloodstream is impervious to your stalking condemnation. You anchor your antidote to the soothing aroma of Jake present in his bedsheets as you are shoved into void. 

You recognize the alley as soon as you are there. Beads of frigid rain pelt against your pink achy skin. The crying sky creates a misty halo against neon lights and coats everything it dances upon with a bleary gloss.

You are pinned against the wall in an instant by that vicious and nauseating smile. You try to fight but all at once you are being poked and prodded and beaten into an involuntary submission. Until your rescuer arrives.

Too enervated to attempt escape as your oppressor is distracted, Jake lunges forward. Yet he never makes contact before he falls to the ground, a dark red dye seeping from his center into his clothes. You somehow escape your attacker to see him wielding a blade.

You run to where Jake is withering away on the glittering asphalt. You attempt to cradle him, but he hisses at your touch. 

Despite his wounds, he is the one to console you, telling you you’re perfect like he always does. Your only power remains in a helpless squeeze of his hand as he pours out onto the slick black top and you see his light flicker out. 

 – JAKE –

The headlights of the car illuminate your home sweet home as the chauffeur pulls up the driveway. The incline of the path almost causes light to leak into her bedroom window, where you hope she is fast asleep, deep enough that she won’t be bothered by the slight brightness.

You got home two days earlier than expected and you plan on surprising her in the morning. 

God, how you have ached for her, lit yourself on fire for her; all to let it sift through your grasp over some drunken slurs. You wanted her to have space, but hope tomorrow will hold mercy for you as you can’t restrain yourself any longer. 

The driver reaches the house and Josh and you exhaustedly crawl out of the vehicle. You retrieve your luggage before sluggishly dragging it and yourselves to the front door. You swear you grow weary with each second of jangling keys as Josh absentmindedly sifts through each metal shard; standing helpless till he feels the right shape in his hand. The click of the lock barely registers as you are greeted by the cool A/C of the foyer and the smell of home. 

All vitality spent on your journey, neither of you has spoken a word since you landed. As you start to head your separate ways, you bid each other goodnight through a silent nod. 

Only for it to be ambushed by her petrifying heart-grating scream, “JAKE?! JAKE?!” 

One might only assume you’re prey to predators the way you instinctively soar to the stairs, up to your level, and towards her room. Without a word, you hear Josh’s footsteps apace behind you. 

You almost slam into her door moving so fast. You swing it wide open, mouth agape as she is nowhere in sight. Your heart pounds in your temples as panic now starts to clamp tight around your chest. The only other time you recall this measure of a corrosive dread being the night you couldn’t find her anywhere at that party. 

“JAKE?!”

Another scream immediately reveals her location to you. You dart out of her room, down the hall, and into yours.

There she is. Under the warm glow of your salt lamp-lit room, wrapped in your covers, leaking eyes scrunched shut, a lump of muffled indiscernible murmurs and whimpers, and visibly shaking. 

“I think she is just having a nightmare,” you authoritatively order Josh out of the room, “I’m going to wake her, but you should go, I don’t want to overwhelm her.”  

You pad towards the bed and caress whatever limb you contact first, buried underneath your blankets. Gently, you begin to coo her to consciousness.

She springs to life, petrified by your unrecognizable silhouette under the poor lighting and only just emerged from her dream state. Clumsily, she slips off the bed and tumbles to the floor, disoriented and gasping for air.

The thud from her spilled limbs on the hardwood floor nearly syncs with yours, as your knees plunge to the cold surface the moment you register her fall.

You place your palms visibly out to her, indicating her safety, “Hey- It’s me. It's Jake. I’m home.”

“No- Jake- you- he- he’s gone,” she bewilderedly sobs out almost in a question. 

You aren’t sure if she is referring to your trip or something she saw in her dream and is convinced is reality.

You keep trying to rip her from whatever hallucination has its jaws around her, “No, baby, you're safe. You’re home with me, in Nashville. I got in early.” 

She finally seems to digest your words, her glassy eyes [partially] pacified by your newly registered presence before whispering your identification, “Jake?”

When it comes to her, your first instinct is always a consoling touch, but you have learned an unsolicited embrace only runs her further from your protection. However, you have to try. 

“Yes, babygirl,” you reassure before you approach, not wanting to spook her, “can I come near you?”

You’re astounded when she only responds by leaping into your lap and wrapping herself around your torso. 

Within an instant, your arms have gratefully found their seal around her waist. Your calloused fingertips ever so slightly sink into her buzzing flesh, wrestling with every muscle, willing yourself not to tear her apart. How have you starved for the shape of her, the weight of her, the warmth of her very skin. Fuck- to finally hold her again feels so fucking good. 

“Jake- this time- and- he got you- then you-,” she fights through stuttering breaths.

“Hey, no more of that,” you gently assert to sedate whatever terroristic figments are plaguing her in your arms, “I’m here now. I've got you.”

Still trembling, she nuzzles her face into your neck and hysterically rasps out, “Jake, please don’t leave me. I can’t- Jacob, I love you. I can’t lose you. I can’t take it!”

You have no idea as to what she saw in her nightmare, only that you have never seen one leave her this rattled. You can feel her at war with her own breath as her panic continues to steal it from her.

A trick from the therapist resurfaces and you take the dips of her waist within your firm grasp to briefly withdraw her from your embrace, “Hey, I’ve got you, but I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on what I’m saying, okay?”

You don’t wait for her to respond before taking her hand and running it across the material of your blue corduroy jacket, “You feel that? It's your favorite jacket of mine, the one you always steal when we go for a drive.”

You ever so slightly draw yourself back in closer to her, “I need you to take a deep breath. Smell that? It’s the cologne you bought me for my birthday?”

She concentrates on her inhalation, occupied with taking an exaggerated breath. She slowly begins to nod.

You can see the sensory stimulation starting to ground her so you attempt to redirect her focus, “And what did I promise? I need to hear you say it.”

She takes a long shaky breath, “You- You said no more leaving. You promised.”

You place her jaw safely within the shelter of your palm and press your forehead to hers; without warning, you’re captivated by a time of exigency to live off the same breath as her.

“That’s right, and I’m here now and I’m not leaving you again,” you vow.

You scoop her back into your arms and off the floor. She clings to you as you turn off the lamp and cradle her back into the fortress of your bed, curling up around her for safekeeping. 

You caress and console and coo until finally, her quaking stops and breathing evens out as she is welcomed back to slumber. The rhythmic rising and falling of her rib cage underneath your touch lulls you into your own dormancy. 

 – JAKE –

The headlights of the car illuminate your home sweet home as the chauffeur pulls up the driveway. The incline of the path almost causes light to leak into her bedroom window, where you hope she is fast asleep, deep enough that she won’t be bothered by the slight brightness.

You got home two days earlier than expected and you plan on surprising her in the morning. 

God, how you have ached for her, lit yourself on fire for her; all to let it sift through your grasp over some drunken slurs. You wanted her to have space, but hope tomorrow will hold mercy for you as you can’t restrain yourself any longer. 

The driver reaches the house and Josh and you exhaustedly crawl out of the vehicle. You retrieve your luggage before sluggishly dragging it and yourselves to the front door. You swear you grow weary with each second of jangling keys as Josh absentmindedly sifts through each metal shard; standing helpless till he feels the right shape in his hand. The click of the lock barely registers as you are greeted by the cool A/C of the foyer and the smell of home. 

All vitality spent on your journey, neither of you has spoken a word since you landed. As you start to head your separate ways, you bid each other goodnight through a silent nod. 

Only for it to be ambushed by her petrifying heart-grating scream, “JAKE?! JAKE?!” 

One might only assume you’re prey to predators the way you instinctively soar to the stairs, up to your level, and towards her room. Without a word, you hear Josh’s footsteps apace behind you. 

You almost slam into her door moving so fast. You swing it wide open, mouth agape as she is nowhere in sight. Your heart pounds in your temples as panic now starts to clamp tight around your chest. The only other time you recall this measure of a corrosive dread being the night you couldn’t find her anywhere at that party. 

“JAKE?!”

Another scream immediately reveals her location to you. You dart out of her room, down the hall, and into yours.

There she is. Under the warm glow of your salt lamp-lit room, wrapped in your covers, leaking eyes scrunched shut, a lump of muffled indiscernible murmurs and whimpers, and visibly shaking. 

“I think she is just having a nightmare,” you authoritatively order Josh out of the room, “I’m going to wake her, but you should go, I don’t want to overwhelm her.”  

You pad towards the bed and caress whatever limb you contact first, buried underneath your blankets. Gently, you begin to coo her to consciousness.

She springs to life, petrified by your unrecognizable silhouette under the poor lighting and only just emerged from her dream state. Clumsily, she slips off the bed and tumbles to the floor, disoriented and gasping for air.

The thud from her spilled limbs on the hardwood floor nearly syncs with yours, as your knees plunge to the cold surface the moment you register her fall.

You place your palms visibly out to her, indicating her safety, “Hey- It’s me. It's Jake. I’m home.”

“No- Jake- you- he- he’s gone,” she bewilderedly sobs out almost in a question. 

You aren’t sure if she is referring to your trip or something she saw in her dream and is convinced is reality.

You keep trying to rip her from whatever hallucination has its jaws around her, “No, baby, you're safe. You’re home with me, in Nashville. I got in early.” 

She finally seems to digest your words, her glassy eyes [partially] pacified by your newly registered presence before whispering your identification, “Jake?”

When it comes to her, your first instinct is always a consoling touch, but you have learned an unsolicited embrace only runs her further from your protection. However, you have to try. 

“Yes, babygirl,” you reassure before you approach, not wanting to spook her, “can I come near you?”

You’re astounded when she only responds by leaping into your lap and wrapping herself around your torso. 

Within an instant, your arms have gratefully found their seal around her waist. Your calloused fingertips ever so slightly sink into her buzzing flesh, wrestling with every muscle, willing yourself not to tear her apart. How have you starved for the shape of her, the weight of her, the warmth of her very skin. Fuck- to finally hold her again feels so fucking good. 

“Jake- this time- and- he got you- then you-,” she fights through stuttering breaths.

“Hey, no more of that,” you gently assert to sedate whatever terroristic figments are plaguing her in your arms, “I’m here now. I've got you.”

Still trembling, she nuzzles her face into your neck and hysterically rasps out, “Jake, please don’t leave me. I can’t- Jacob, I love you. I can’t lose you. I can’t take it!”

You have no idea as to what she saw in her nightmare, only that you have never seen one leave her this rattled. You can feel her at war with her own breath as her panic continues to steal it from her.

A trick from the therapist resurfaces and you take the dips of her waist within your firm grasp to briefly withdraw her from your embrace, “Hey, I’ve got you, but I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on what I’m saying, okay?”

You don’t wait for her to respond before taking her hand and running it across the material of your blue corduroy jacket, “You feel that? It's your favorite jacket of mine, the one you always steal when we go for a drive.”

You ever so slightly draw yourself back in closer to her, “I need you to take a deep breath. Smell that? It’s the cologne you bought me for my birthday?”

She concentrates on her inhalation, occupied with taking an exaggerated breath. She slowly begins to nod.

You can see the sensory stimulation starting to ground her so you attempt to redirect her focus, “And what did I promise? I need to hear you say it.”

She takes a long shaky breath, “You- You said no more leaving. You promised.”

You place her jaw safely within the shelter of your palm and press your forehead to hers; without warning, you’re captivated by a time of exigency to live off the same breath as her.

“That’s right, and I’m here now and I’m not leaving you again,” you vow.

You scoop her back into your arms and off the floor. She clings to you as you turn off the lamp and cradle her back into the fortress of your bed, curling up around her for safekeeping. 

You caress and console and coo until finally, her quaking stops and breathing evens out as she is welcomed back to slumber. The rhythmic rising and falling of her rib cage underneath your touch lulls you into your own dormancy. 

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather 1x

Warnings: profanity, age gap , daddy kink , mature themes , sexual content , sex , fingering , piercing play , thigh riding , oral sex , typos , grammatical mistakes , other shit

Parings: Jake x fem reader

18+ minors dni

Previous part

You woke up tucked tightly under Jake's arm as he lay next to you. You could tell he was going to have one hell of a hangover. But his eyes looks so innocent while he slept , his lips pursed open with small snores breathing out , his hair a fanned out mess on his cheek and the pillows. He smelt extensively of alcohol and cigarettes and his shampoo and a slight dash of his perfume.

You thought of last night and the way he said all those things with that look in his eyes. And the way he kissed you and cuddled you to bed. You wished he did more but obviously he was too drunk to stay awake any longer. You hoped he meant what he said last night and that it wasn't the alcohol talking shit.

But you remembered what he said "the alcohol just gives me confidence. It doesn't make up the words for me" it replays in your head. You hoped he meant it and didn't want up and ask you to forget it ever happened again.

You wanted to lean in and kiss him and cuddle into him before he work up , just in case . but you didn't want to wake him up , he needed to rest , plus you were late for work. You lay there staring for a good few minutes before you tried to get out from his hold, making you making him shuffle slightly but he still didn't wake up .

You decide to make breakfast instead of Jake for a change. Plus Jake would probably be too hungover to do it anyway.

You were in the kitchen, halfway through making breakfast when you heard Jake's phone ringing from his room.

"fuck- what?" Jake hisses from his wopping headache as he answers the phone.

"where the fuck are you ? We have a pomo today" Sam barks over the phone.

"shit" Jake groans as he sits himself up and holds the phone away from his ear to look at the time.

"I'll be there" Jake says before hanging up and getting out of bed , walking over to his bathroom where he noticed the half smoked cigarette and empty glass of water from last night on his sink counter and it immediately hit him.

He recollected every word from what happened last night, up unto when the two of you got into bed. For a second he wondered if it was a dream. But the cigarette and the glass on the counter was proof.

He brushed his teeth and dressed up for work as fast as he could, coming out of his room to find you , wondering why he woke up to an empty bed if you fell asleep with him.

"Jake finally" your eyes light up when you see him as he approached you by the stove.

"i was getting worried. We're late for work. How are you feeling?" you say, looking at him slightly concerned, he didn't seem to be worried about what you were saying though , his eyes looked around the kitchen with a small amused smile on his face .

"what are you doing in my kitchen?" He asks in a sneaky tone, a smirk curled over the corner of his mouth as he closed in on you , his eyes fixed to your lips.

"making breakfast?" You answer as your cheeks turned red as you fought the urge to stare back at his perfect heart shaped lips.

"i made you coffee too. For your hangover" you say , pouting out your lip slightly to make sure he couldn't miss a chance to kiss you , he inched closer to you and held your hips. You caught onto how he smelt fresh now , his perfume and toothpaste.

"aren't you a doll-" Jake cuts himself off as he tilts his head and presses his lips into yours .You feel your stomach flip as you fall against him and giggle into the kiss , wrapping your arms around his neck to purely enjoy the feeling of his lips against yours.

It felt different from last night's kiss. Last night's kiss felt like a dream , like a fiction you'd made up or some delusional daydream. But this one felt so real. It felt familiar, like you've kissed his lips a thousand times. You did , but only in your dreams. You couldn't believe this kiss was not some painfully realistic dream , and that it was infact actually happening.

"I'm sorry about last night" Jake breaks the kiss and parts from you . His words making your heart drop to the floor and shatter , tears almost fought their way. Sorry? What was he sorry about ?

"sorry?- wh-?" you barely speak in confusion.

"about the puking" Jake elaborates as he serves out some of the pasta you'd made into a bowl and you feel the biggest relief as you sigh and break into a smile.

"I meant everything I said last night. I was talking about me being drunk off my ass" Jake adds , noticing your relief . Your cheeks flushed red.

"I'm just glad you got home safe. I've seen you worse back when you and Josh used to hang out with dad" you say as you watch him grab a fork and sit down at the table.

"oh fuck that. I'm too old for that shit now" Jake says, making you laugh.

"coffee" you say as you set down the hot mug next to his bowl.

"you're not eating?" He asks with a full mouth as he grabs your wrist before you walk away.

"i already did" you say as he pulls your arm around his neck , making you wrap your other arm around his neck too and bend down to his level behind him, your ear against his.

"you're not lying to me right?" Jake asks and you turn your face to press your lips against his cheek , the smile never leaving your face.

"no. I ate while I was cooking" you speak with your lips against his cheek , pressing a peck there before standing up straight. You could see the pink tint on Jake's cheeks , but he played it cool.

"I dont want you skipping meals y|n" Jake says as he feeds himself another mouth while you walk to the counter to clear it up.

"im not" you answer.

"good girl" Jake says nonchalantly. It made your kness weak to hear him praise you like that. For a second you stopped what you were doing to imagine what he'd sound like saying that to you in bed while you did your best for him to feel good .

"you ready? Let's go" Jake sits up from the table and puts his bowl in the dishwasher before heading to the fridge to grab water.

You forgot to answer him as you watched his lips pursed out to the mouth of the cold water bottle, thristly drinking it down as his Adams apple bobbed in his stretched out throat. Even his damn fingers looks so pretty just holding the bottle up.

You snap your head away and blink before he noticed you drooling over him .

"yeah let's go were late" you say as you gather your sanity and head to the front door , knowing Jake would follow behind you.

He slipped on his beatup leather boots and grabbed his keys as he left with you , the two of you rushing to the car. But you were suprised when you saw Jake heading to the passager's side of the car as he opened the car with the keys making the car a beep.

"are you letting me drive!?" You gasp in excitement as you watched him open the passangers side door .

"hell no. I'm just opening the door for you" he say and your excitement drops to a annoyed expression as you make your way over to him as he held the door open for you.

You roll your eyes at him as he smiled at you while you got in . He made sure you were fully in before closing the door for you . You were annoyed but you couldn't help the way the butterflies tickled your stomach.

He then got into the car from the driver's side , starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway , his hand finding placement on your knee . You hoped he'd keep it there . And he did. Funny how a few months ago you wished for the exact thing . And now it was happening . It was almost too good to be true .

You reached quicker than expected. Maybe because you were focused on Jake's hand in your upper thigh , genuinely keeping it there to be close to you with his thumb gently caressing the skin. You watched his eyes on the road and his other hand on the steering.

"waitt" Jake rushed as you got out of the car.

"whatt? we're late" You copied his tone as you got out and closed the door , Jake coming up beside you before you could walk in.

His hands came up to cup your face before he closed in and kissed your lips softly . His adoration for you was shown clearly when he kissed you. And it never failed to make your face red and your stomach tickle every single time.

"see you after work" he says as he breaks away , giving you a quick peck on the cheek . You could help but smile widel to yourself as you watched him part away and go inside , catching a glimpse of his ass too. I mean how could you not?

"well well well , look who it is" Josh says as Jake walks in.

"sorry guys. I have a hangover" Jake says as he picks up his guitar case.

"you seem to be awfully pleased about that though- did something happen?" Josh asks sceptically , noticing the excitement that his twin tried to mask the minute he walked in .

"well" Jake sighed , trying to bury his excitement as he looked away , trying hard not to smile but failing miserable. The excitement on his face and the pink tint on his cheeks said everything.

"Jake!? Are you fucking blushing right now?!" Josh gasps in pure shock as he tried to get a better look at his twin.

"yes he is look at his face!" Sam pointed with a laugh.

"fuck off. All of you!" Jake snapped , trying to pretend he wasn't feeling like a giggly teenager who's head over heels with his first love.

"oh my god- what is going on" danny says between the chaos.

"Jake fucked y|n! Jake fu-" Sam yelled , point jake out to to call him out .

"what the fuck-! NO!" Jake reached out to grab Sam but Sam wrestled him .

"don't lie Jake. We can see it all over your face" Josh added.

"no-! NO! No one fucked anyone!" Jake yelled , breaking everyone into silence.

"I just figured everything out with her that's all" Jake explains, letting go of Sam.

"so y'all are a thing now?" Danny asks.

"yeah" Jake felt his excitement creep up again.

"well it was about time. I've had just about enough from the weird tensions between you two" Josh says , going back to what he was doing.

"tell me about it" Jake sighs as he continued to take his guitar out.

You were busy the rest of the day because of Greta's promo. You could wait for the day to just get over so you could go home to Jake.

As soon as you were done to went off to find Jake , finding him with the rest of the band and a few other people about something. But they all seemed to be packing up to leave.

You felt butterflies when you met eyes with Jake , his eyes literally lit up when he saw you.

"heyy" he came up giving you a kiss on the cheek , shocking you slightly because you weren't sure if he'd told anyone yet. But he didn't seem to care. You could feel Axel staring into your soul though.

"Jake let's go I wanna go home" you say , not being able to waste another minute here without being able to throw yourself him.

"why? What's wrong?" He asks , worry immediately taking over him.

"nothing I'm just tried" you grumble.

"cranky are we?" Jake smiles, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair.

"quit it!" You snap and grab his wrist . You'd spent so long getting your hair to look nice just for him and he messes it up.

"alright alright" Jake cooed , patting your hair back down before someone called out for him.

"gimme few minutes 'kay?" He says before quickly walking to them.

"y|nn!" Sam exclaims as he approached you give you a hug.

"hi Sammy" you smile as he breaks the hug.

"so Jake told us the news" he says , giving your shoulder a slight nudge with his own shoulder, making you feel like all your clothes had been taken off and you were standing there naked and exposed.

"oh- yeah" you shy away , looking over at Jake intently taking to someone.

"I'm happy for you two. We all are. Y'all are good together" Sam reassures with a pat on your back.

"really?" You smile widely and looking at him. He gives you a nod and another pat on the back.

"thank you Sammy" you look up at him with a thankful gaze .

"wanna stop by and get something for dinner?" Jake asks as he walks with you to the car , finally on the way to go home.

"why?" You ask.

"you know, just to celebrate. I don't wanna eat leftovers" Jake says as he pulls out his keys and unlocks the car.

"celebrate what?" You ask.

"us-?" Jake sighs in frustration , turning to look at you.

"are you not happy y|n? Cuz you've been acting weird. you can tell me" Jake says , seriousness in his face.

"what- Jake no. I'm happy" you shake your head.

"then why are you-" he stops himself and sighs. He looked at the floor and you could tell he was overthinking. Little did he know , you wanted to be with him more than anything. And being apart from him was what made you cranky. You were being a child, but you couldn't help it.

You raised yourself on your toes and met his lips with yours to make him stop overthinking , and also to nonverbally apologise for how you were acting.

He caught your hips and melted into the kiss as you backed up against his car , pulling him with you with your grip on the collar of his tshirt.

"you're stupid" you break the kiss to pepper kissed from his chin and up his jaw to his ear.

"been getting that alot recently" he says. You can sense the stress from his tone.

"I just don't want to mess this up" he says , the weight of his words were heavy . It makes your heart burn , but you were determined to make him feel better.

"i missed you. Today was a long day" you say , kissing his neck .

"is that why you're cranky?" He realises, his voice showing his mood was better instantly now that he understood.

"yeah" you breathe against his neck , his eyes rolled back and he let out a slight gasp as you sucked on his neck. You hoped he understood what you were getting to, and why you wanted to go home so desperately.

"fuckkk" Jake dragged , his knees almost buckling when he felt your tongue drag up on a spot on his neck , the metal piercing on your tongue ceasing to the feeling.

"baby-" he squeezed your hips tighter involuntary as you continued to purse your lips against his tanned skin and suck on it , trying hard to ignore the tent building in his pants.

"let's go home jakey" you break away from him , leaving him panting slightly and blushing at the way you said his name as you got into the car.

"fuck" Jake winced at the painful boner he had and got into the driver's seat , sweat coating his delicious skin already as his heart rate spiked up.

He pulled out of the drive way before he placed his hand on your thigh , you put your hand over his and melted into the feeling of his touch , involuntarily spreading your legs apart on the seat.

Your head was foggy with all the sinful thoughts of Jake you'd been having throughout the day. And now it was like some demonic entity that'd washed over you.

You moved his hand further up your thigh , making him look at you for a second before turning back on the road.

"I'm driving baby" he says as he swallows, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as you admired his side profile.

"please-" you barely whisper as you slid down the seat slightly , restless taking over you , your panties soaked through.

"shit" he muttered under his breath as he tried to gather his sanity, at least still the two of you got home.

But you couldn't wait for that. You pulled his hand under your skirt , between your legs and he looked at you with blown out lust filled eyes.

"Jesus you couldn't wait at all huh?" Jake asks as he decided to tend to you need , brushing his fingers against your clothes heat. The pleading look you gave him was enough to get him to do anything for you.

"i have been waiting. Since yesterday but you were too drunk. And in the morning you were asleep and we were late. And the whole of today too" you complain and he smirks, his eyes on the road.

"aw man. Been so patient haven't you?" Jake chuckles, his voice seductive and deep, his palm and fingers hot and spread out on your inner thigh as his pinky barely grazes at your aching core , making your eyebrows knit together and your breath get faster.

"fuc- yeah" you answer as you rut your hips up involuntary, the seatbelt restricting you , you could almost feel a puddle of wetness under you.

"poor thing" he mumbles , his eyes shifting between you and the road as he multi tasks between driving and teasing you.

You moan at his words. At this point you'd completely lost yourself. You felt high . High on Jake and everything about him.

He sympathised over you and allowed himself to use his middle finger to rub a gentle circle on your folds through your panties.

"The fuc- you're soaked!" Jake's eyes widened at the feeling of your panties being a complete mush of wetness. You had to be ovulating or something , you were absolutely feral just at the sight of him .

You thrusted your hips up again , gripping his wrist to keep his hand between your legs , your other hand grabbing at whatever else you could.

"shit!" Jake curses as he almost hits someone on the road , distracted by you. You didn't really seemed to care. If you had to die just to have Jake , you would.

"patience till we get home baby. We're almost there. Hang on for me yeah?" Jake coaxes , his focus now on getting you home safely more than anything.

"alright" you sigh when you realise he was being serious. You release your grip on his wrist , allowing him to use both hands on the wheel as he drove fast and careful.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him. Watching him skilfully handle the engine, his eyes focused on the road , his cheeks still slightly pink and semi hard bulge in his pants. Not to mention his beautiful side profile that has been outlined every now and then from the passing vehicles and streetlights. You had your eyes locked onto him.

He finally pulled into the drive way , you had already thrown off your seat belt and lunged the door open , Jake followed behind you into the house .

"you smell pretty" Jake's voice vibrates as he stood behind you while you unlocked the door , his hands on your hips.

Once he heard the door click open he spun you around to face him before picking you up by your waist like you weighed nothing, making you let out a small squeal before his lips caught yours in a desperate frenzy , carrying you into the house with your legs around him.

"bedroom?" He mumbles as you open your mouth wider for his tongue. You moaned at the feeling of his strong muscle fighting yours in your mouth and playing with the metal on your tongue. The kiss was all teeth and tongue.

You forgot to answer him , lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours as he pressed you against the nearest wall to hold you up. You went feral and sucked on his tongue , making him let out a low moan of amusement as he pulled away to look at you.

"bedroom?" He asks again , breathing heavily. The kiss had taken the breath away from the both of you.

"yes please" you answer , your eyes screaming desperation.

He wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, dropping you on the bed with his body crawling over yours, but you immediately sat up and flipped him over . Switching positions to have him seated on the edge of the bed while you straddling his lap.

He latched his mouth to your neck this time , kissing you in the same spot you kissed him before , being sure to return the favour as his hands held your waist securely.

You whine as he sucked with his teeth , causing a sharp sting before running his tongue over and kissing the area.

As much as you wanted him to go on forever, you wanted more. You part from him slightly to pull your top over your head , his eyes widened, not expecting you to strip so suddenly.

You wore a padded pink bra under , letting your boobs spill out just enough for Jake to go mad. He tried his best to stare with respect but that was far from possible.

You moved further up on his lap , straddling over his crotch so his face was almost stuffed into your chest but he moved back and looked up at you , silently asking for permission.

You reach back and unclasped your bra , letting the straps slide down your arms before throwing it away . You saw Jake close his eyes for a second and gulp , trying to keep his sanity.

But you didn't want anything sane from him. You wanted him to ruin you like how you imagined he would. You always knew he was good at it. You heard from alot of people that he had a talent for pleasing women. How he would leave them ruined and fucked out and desperate for more. And all you could do was imagine what it was like. Until now.

"off" you mutter as You pulled his t-shirt over his head desperately. You just needed him as close as possible. You could crawl into his skin if you could. You threw the t-shirt away and stared down at his bare chest . Your hand ran all over his bare upper half as you arched , allow your tits to be pressed flush against his chest and your heat against his crotch .

His hands held your waist , his cheeks getting pink and his erection undeniably evident, completely simp for the way you so desperately wanted him .

You adjusted yourself on his lap , shifting to sit on his thigh and whimperd by his ear as your heat met contact with the stiff muscle of his thigh .

"needy little thing aren't you?" Jake whispered by your ear in a serious but teasing tone.

"please-" you whine , trying your hardest to keep to your senses . Your body burning with desperation and desire . You felt you might die if Jake didn't touch you this instant.

His fingers dug into you as you began to grind down onto his thigh , small pants leaving the both of you and his hot breath right by your ear .

"jake- please-please-" You practically sob out , your legs getting tired but your desperation was on fire.

"shhh alright alright" Jake pitied your desperation as he grabs your waist and holds you firm on his thigh. You throw your head back as Jake takes the lead and guides you , gripping your waist and moving you swiftly back and forth on his deliciously thick thigh .

You let out a wail as he started bouncing his ankle off the floor , making you bounce on his thigh while pressing you down on it with his firm grip on your hips. He parts from you slightly to watch your tits bouncing, his lips latching around one as you arched , throwing your head back , digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He was scared you'd lose your balance and fall back so he snaked a hand up your back and cradled you while bouncing you and grinding you against his thigh .

"that's it princess" Jake encouraged as you start to moan louder. Your grip on his shoulders were firm and you were lost in the feeling of your release that was approaching.

Jake just kept his movement and whispered small praises at you , Cradling you on his knee while bouncing you on it , coxing you to a release. His face almost copying the same expression you had on your face .

"fuc- ja- please-!" You scream out coherent gibberish as Jake pulled you to your release with his mouth working your nipples, leaving marks all over your neck and chest with his thigh bouncing under you .

Goosebumps cover your skin as you shuddered at the feeling of Jake still bouncing you on his thigh and his tongue flicking over your nipples.

"fi- ers- inside I need- so bad-" you panted as you bounced in his leg with your mouth pressed against Jake's ear and you held onto him for dear life.

"you're not making sense Princess" Jake looked at you sympathetically as he caressed your hair . Your head is spinning at this point but you needed jake or you wouldn't rest .

"Ple- please daddy-" you pant , dropping your forehead against his shoulder. Jake's eyes widened as he slowed his movements , too stunned to focus on what he was doing anymore.

"fingers- please- anything!" you wriggle on his lap because his movements ceased. you caressed him from his waist down to his crotch , outlining his bulge with your fingertips.

"Fucking Christ you're killing me" Jake breathed out as his eyes fluttered shut at the relieving feeling of being touched by you. He held you away from him to look at you , his fingers grazed over your jaw before slipping his middle finger into your mouth . Your half-lidded eyes widen as you suck on his thick finger and swirl your tongue around it hungrily , still lazily riding his thigh.

He flips you over on the bed , causing you to lie on your back with him stradling you , his finger still in your mouth. He slips his finger out and a string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks . He drags his finger down your chest and stomach , your legs spread out to welcome his touch.

But he closed your legs again to pull your panties along with your jeans down your thighs and then slowly shimmy it down your legs and feet before tossing it away , your legs swung right open for him again .

"fucking beautiful. I've been wanting this so badly" he mumbles to himself, desperation taking over him as his erection pained him in his pants.

He cups your heat and shoves a finger into you making you choke out a moan and grab the sheets in your fists . He pulls his finger out and circles between your soaked folds , licking his own lips as you wriggle and whimper desperately .

"easy babygirl . Relax" Jake kisses your cheek when he notices how tensed up your body was and the way you'd broken out into a cold sweat .

"easy" Jake soothes , as his finger slows down .it takes everything in you to relax your body and embrace the pleasure of his touch instead of bursting right there like a desperate time bomb. You take deep breaths and squeeze the sheets , focusing on the feeling of his thick finger massaging you with the perfect amount of pressure, like you were something delicate like a porcelain doll.

Your body tenses up again and you shoot up with excitement when Jake crawled down between your legs . Your head falls back as you feel his breath against your throbbing heat . He spreads your folds apart with his index and middle finger, the tip of his tongue barely taking a lick of your arousal.

"s-stop teasing daddy please. I need you" you cry. You sounded pathetic and you didn't even care.

"don't move" he orders before he buried his face into your aching wet folds , causing your back to rise off the bed as you hand bruried into his hair.

He starts eating you out , leaving open mouth kissed against your clit and sucking and lapping at your arousal like a man starved, moaning into your folds with his tongue coming out to lick and tease your sensitive bundle , making your whine and moan out utter gibberish.

You looked down to see his head bobbing into your folds between your legs, with his hair all messed up, sweating coating over his skin. It was the most beautiful thing to see.

It didn't take much for you to get to your release , especially with Jake's skill. But you wanted more. You wanted him inside you , fillling you up till you were stupid.

"cum for me sweetie. There you go" Jake spoke as he parted from your folds , switching to use his fingers on you , running hard tight circles , making you feel giddy.

"fuck fuck fuck!" You gasp and pant in suprise as the band snaps , giving you one of the most powerful orgasms you've ever had. Your legs closed together on his head as you tried to get him to stop. But he held you down on the bed and continued till you were completely spent , your legs trembling with the overstimulation.

Everything was spinning for a second when Jake finally stopped . You felt him come up from between your legs and hover over you, his mouth and chin wet with your arousal , his lips dark pink hi.

"you okay?" Jake spoke. But you didn't know if you could even speak a word of sense anymore. You felt like you'd taken too much esctacy and you couldn't breathe.

Your hand caressed over his bare upperbody before you found the zipper of his jeans , freeing his cock before you began jerking it , making his knees buckle into you and his jaw drop open . He was very sensitive.

You turned him over to lie on the bed again , kissing his lips before leaving a trail of kissed down his chest to his torsore , he propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you go down on him.

"ah- shit y|n wait-" his hand slipped into your hair to grab a fistful but you didn't stop. You didn't stop at all. Your mouth watered at his girth , pink and leaking.

You wasted no time flattening your tongue and licking it from the base to the top on the underside, making sure to let the metal ball from your piercing rub over him . his stomach tensed as his watched you with his eyebrows pinched tightly together.

His hand slipped out of your hand an cupped your face as you began to suck on his tip , swirling your tongue around it making him let out a gutteral moan and throw his head back ,his hair flipping back with it.

You took him in further , loosening your jaw more as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat , you stopped to adjust yourself, your eyes looking up at him intently to capture every small expression.

You held the base of his cock before finally moving up and down , swirling your tongue around his shaft before sinking down on him fully.

"fuck baby that feels-" Jake's voice trembled , his eyes half lidded and lust blown.

"oh! Shit! Fu- god!" Jake jerked up as he began blabbering when you started sucking on him. Sucking your cheeks in tight around his cock , behind sure not to use your teeth and bobbing your head on him.

"stop stop fuck-! I can't!" Jake pulled you off him gently by your hair , his cock slipped out of your mouth with a string of saliva and a lewd pop.

"i won't last if you do that. You feel too good" he panted, his chest heaving as you crawled up to his face.

He turned you on your back as he flipped over you again , his cock rubbing against your stomach making you whine in desperation . Your hands slipped into his hair and pulled a fistful close to his scalp.

"fuck me daddy" you say , crystal clear , looking dead in his eyes.

"yeah?" His breathed fanned over your face as he caressed your waist , going up to your breasts to cup on one , his other hand holding himself up.

"gonna make you feel so good" he whispers out of breathlessness , his thumb toying with your pebbled nipple , making your arousal drip down your thighs.

"you want that?" He asks , leaning into you and pecking at your skin on your cheek, you turn your face to meet his lips but avoids it to tease you , continuing to kiss you behind your ear .

"yeah I want it" you whine , thrusting your hips up against him to catch some feeling.

"how bad?" He asks. He's enjoying watching you so desperate.

"so fucking bad daddy please" you beg , almost like you're throwing a tantrum like a child wanting candy.

"so needy. Such a lil whore" Jake says, loud enough for you to hear. But he wasn't lying.

"only for you Jake" you say , completely honest. You'd never act this way for another man. Ever.

"what happened to 'daddy'?" He asks , giving you a tired toothy smile ,making you roll your eyes and chuckle sheepishly. He laughed with you , leaning down to finally kiss your lips. A gentle honest and loving one , contradicting the way he was he wa going to fuck the shit out off you in a few minutes.

He distracted you with the kiss while his hand slipped between the two of you , lining himself to your hole. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him to keep going.

He obliged , pushing his tip into your hole gently, looking up at your face for a second before looking back down at what he was doing.

"okay?" He asks, halfway in. you nod vigorously and he lunged into you in a second, stretching you out and filling you up. The both of you letting out a gaspy moan at the feeling. He could feel your soaking walls pulsating around him and you could feel him pulsating into you. The feeling almost unreal. Your heart thumping so loud you could almost hear it.

He watched your face for any discomfort as he begins to rut his hips into you. You couldn't help the sounds that came out of you from the feeling of his girth pulling out and filling you up again , only to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You couldn't even keep your eyes open , you were complete putty under him. His damp sweaty hair brushing against your face with each thrust as his breath fell sharply on you.

"god your so perfect- so tight-" Jake rambled, his voice an octave higher. His jaw hanging slack as he let out soft moans only for you to hear.

You on the other hand , were screaming out of your lungs , loud enough for the neighbours to hear. But you couldn't help it. The pleasure was all too much and too little at the same time. You felt you would die with each electric thrust but at the same time you wanted him to keep going till you came.

"harder-" you whine and he listened, his hips violently bouncing into yours , his cock hitting your gsopt rapidly, the bed creaking loudly you thought it might break , but that still wouldn't stop you.

"oh fuck baby-" he whined out at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. His hands were almost giving out from holding himself up at the was he was snapping his hips into you. Your eyes were in the back of your head as you pulled on his hair and bounced under him , descending into complete agony and bliss at the same time.

"oh- OH FUCK!" Jake practically screams as he abruptly stops and jerks forward, his mouth open in a silent scream, making your blink your eyes open. You could feel him spilling his seed into you and his legs trembling as he tried to pull out of you.

"no don't stop please don't stop!" You cry and he had no choice but to keep going, fucking his seed into you as he moaned at the sensitivity.

You couldn't handle the way he sounded and the way he kept his pace , his cock not even softening one bit.

You got louder as you felt your legs begin to violently shake , loosing as feeling from the waist down and losing connection with the world for a minute entirely. You tried to tell him you were coming but there's no way he couldn't already tell.

Your walls fluttered tight around him making him let out whines of agony as you finally gushed out.

"fuck oh my god-" Jake mumbles as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of your warm release gushing around his cock , wetting everything.

"Fuck baby I'm sorry I wanted to pull out- but I- i came out of nowhere-" Jake immediately started apologizing, he could barely even breathe.

"I'm sorry" he repeated as he breathed heavily to catch his breath. You couldn't even frame a sentence, you mind a complete fog , your vision spinning with only the thought of Jake and nothing else. All you wanted was to be with him.

"y|n?" He calls out to you when you still don't respond. A hint of worry in his voice and you wish you could say something but you were too dazed, like you'd just been hit on the head.

"are you mad? Are you mad at me?" He asks in worry, his hand cupping your face to look at him and you finally burst out into a tired laughter. How could he possibly think you would be mad at him for giving you the best experience you've ever had in your entire life.

"whatt? What's funny? Why are you laughing?" He asks as he couldn't help the grow smile on his face from looking at you laugh, still worried but also happy you were laughing.

You shake your head as you continue to giggle, cupping the sides of his face as you met his hazel eyes still searching for an answer from you.

"that was the best thing ever" you say your laughter dying out and your voice slightly hoarse from the sounds you were making.

"it was" Jake sighed as he replyed the feeling of it in his head , his eyes closing for a second. You felt him shudder just barely.

"I've got plan b, don't worry" you say as you realise you can almost breathe normally again.

"yeah?" He asks to make sure.

"yeah. You just deal with the sheets" you speak quickly as you try to make a run for it.

"stop right there you little cheat" he grabs you just before you could get off the bed and pins you back down under him , making you let out a hearty laugh of defeat, tiredly trying to fight out of his grip.

"this is your mess might i remind you " he complains in a British accent as he laughs with your , trying to hold you down.

"you made me do it" you argue playfully.

"But you liked it didn't you" he teases , back in his own accent.

"I loved it" you feel your cheeks heat up as he looks at you in adoration.

"I love you" he says , with completely honestly and nothing else.

"I love you" you echo back, hoping he felt how much you meant it.

"but only if you deal with the sheets" you giggle and he groans dramatically, looking up at ceiling .

"this is bullying-" he fusses "are you bullying your peers ms.y|n?" He says as he holds your jaw and squishes your cheeks together making your lips purse out before pecking them and moving off you , making you laugh again as you watched him get off the bed and head to his bathroom. You sat up as you heard him turn the shower on.

He came back out with a towel around his waist , his skin still sweaty and pink and he came back to the bed to get you.

"go hop in the shower while I change the sheets" he says as he helps you off the bed as you got up lazily , giving you a kiss on the top of your head before smacking your ass toward the bathroom, making you yelp and glare at him before you stumbled into the shower .

You tried to bite down your smile as you entered the shower , replaying back everything that just happened , hoping you'd never forget it. It was the happiest you'd been in a while.

Your body was tired and worn , sore under the hot shower as the water soothed it. You stood under the water for a while as you heard Jake doing the bed outside , you didn't want to actually do it all on his own but he did it anyway. You stood there still not being able to hold back your smile from just thinking about him.

Not long later you hear the bathroom door open with Jake coming in , taking his towel off as he stepped into the shower with you . You turn to wrap your arms around his neck as he holds your waist , leaning in to kiss you right under the shower.

"Jesus Christ are you trying to fucking cook yourself or what?" Jake breaks the kiss as he hisses in pain , reaching behind you to the shower settings.

"no I like this temperatureee" you whine as you stop him.

"you're crazy" he says as he lowers the heat anyway and you pout at him.

"shut up" he says with loving aggression as he held your waist " turn around" he says as he turns you to back face him , grabbing the shower gel and the loofa and lathering the soap on your back , placing a kiss on the top of your head, making you bite back another smile that fought it's way through.

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6. Everything That Becomes Us.

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

18+ Story, Minors not welcomed.

A/n: Here’s chapter 6! As always, enjoy, and please let me know if you’d like to be added to the Taglist! 🍾

Content Warnings: drinking, smoking, mentions of criminal activity, mention & depiction of serious illness, allusions to violence against reader, weird father relationships… think that’s it!

Word Count: 3.5k

The following morning ushered in an unexpected sense of domesticity that was a stark departure from the chaos that often defined Jake’s past. While you maneuvered in the kitchen concocting breakfast, Jake wrestled with the obstinate washing machine that had rudely interrupted the tranquility of the morning hours earlier.

A formal breakfast was a rare luxury in his tumultuous upbringing, reserved for occasions shadowed by his mother’s fleeting presence and often marred by the underlying tension of impending departure or discord with Rex. Thus, the simple act of someone preparing breakfast for him purely out of kindness struck a chord within Jake, hinting at the semblance of stability and care he had secretly long yearned for.

However, that morning stuck out to Jake for an entirely different reason. He’d be replaying the small series of events over again in his head later, as he’d do with a lot of different instances surrounding you.

He remembered the details vividly:

As he meticulously pieced the washing machine back together, the mundane task was punctuated by the shrill ring of your cell phone echoing through the trailer. Each passing moment seemed to elongate as Jake strained to discern your hesitation before you finally answered.

Jake, unaccustomed to eavesdropping, initially dismissed the snippets of conversation drifting from the kitchen. With the task completed and a bead of sweat wiped from his brow, he eagerly made his way towards the promise of breakfast. However, his steps faltered mid-stride as the tone of your voice shifted to a secretive whisper, one tinged with an urgency that seized his attention. A sense of unease crept over him, an inner conflict warring between respecting your privacy and the compulsion to understand the weight of your words.

Frozen in the hallway, Jake grappled with the dilemma of intrusion versus ignorance. Though he had never been one to eavesdrop, the gravity of the situation left him with no choice but to linger in the shadows to silently bear witness to the conversation unfolding behind closed doors.

“Look mom,” you sounded sincere yet assertive, “I get that you’re sick, but I can’t come back there, you know that. Not after what happened…”

Jake’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of concern crossed his features as he continued to listen, grappling with a sense of guilt for intruding on the private conversation.

"Mom, you know I don’t have that kind of money… Yes, but… If I give you everything I’ve saved up, I'll be back at square one, and all the progress I've made here would be for nothing..."

A whirlwind of questions stormed through Jake's mind as he lingered in that hallway, overhearing snippets of your cryptic conversation.

What dark chapter from your past barred the doors to your childhood home? Why were you secretly stashing money away?

Caught in the grip of curiosity and discomfort, Jake sought refuge in the kitchen, a feeble attempt to escape the weight of the revelations unfolding before him. You deftly flipped the last pancake on the stove as he entered, your phone still pressed against your ear.

Sensing his presence, you turned, a smile adorning your face. Your voice shifted to a tone of casual innocence as you swiftly wrapped up the call, doing your best to conceal the true gravity of the discussion from Jake's prying ears.

"Yeah, so anyways, mom, I'll, uh, get back to you on that as soon as I can… Mhmm… yeah, love you too… Bye."

Relieved that Jake's attention was elsewhere, you poured a glass of orange juice from the fridge, masking the discomfort that churned within you.

You set your phone down on the counter and focused on the task at hand, plating the pancakes alongside the sizzling bacon, eggs, and an array of fruits. Relieved that Jake’s attention was elsewhere, pouring a glass of orange juice by the fridge, you swallowed down the tumult of emotions stirred by the conversation, and made a conscious effort to maintain a façade of composure until Jake's departure.

"That was your mom?" Jake's casual inquiry floated across the kitchen as he leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on you as you busied yourself with the breakfast preparations.

"Yeah," you chirped, forcing a veneer of cheerfulness into your voice, though your back remained turned to him, "she, uh, just needed help with something."

Sensing the weight of his stare boring into your back, you turned to meet his gaze, mustering your best grin in an attempt to deflect any further probing into the nature of the call.

Clad in a black tank top that accentuated his tattoos and the muscular definition of his arms, Jake leaned against the counter, his hair cascading loosely around his shoulders. As you admired his relaxed appearance, a gentle smile graced his lips, but the subtle furrow of his brow betrayed the wheels turning in his mind. You couldn't help but wonder how much of the conversation he had overheard.

A heavy silence settled over the kitchen until Jake finally broke it, his voice tinged with concern.

"You okay?"

You nodded hastily, perhaps a bit too eager to dismiss any lingering tension, "I'm fine."

You could sense Jake's desire to delve further into the matter, but a silent understanding passed between you, a mutual agreement to let the conversation rest for now. There was a palpable tension in the air, a recognition that some truths were not yet ready to be unearthed.

He pushed himself off the counter and began crossing the kitchen with purpose. Your heart quickened its pace in response, and you flinched, which Jake noted and tucked away in the recesses of his mind before he enveloped you in a gentle embrace. A tender kiss planted on your forehead ignited a surge of protectiveness within him, reinforcing the depth of his affection.

His hold on you was firm, as if he believed he could shield you from the world's troubles simply by holding you close in that moment. Though countless uncertainties loomed regarding the nature of your conversation with your mother, Jake couldn't shake the unwavering conviction that whatever skeletons resided in your closet, they wouldn't deter his feelings for you.

As your eyes locked in a silent exchange, a myriad of emotions passed between you, punctuated by Jake's warm smile.

You felt a deepening attraction towards him, a desire to nurture this burgeoning connection with each passing day. You wanted to cook him breakfast for a million days to come.

“I’m hungry,” he lilted.

With a playful peck on his lips, you turned to retrieve the plate you had prepared, inviting him to partake in the breakfast you had lovingly prepared, “come and get it.”

Jake chuckled at your playful demeanor, his eyes alight with affection. "Don't talk to me like that, woman, you know what it does to me."

After breakfast, Jake was on the move, headed to the Tavern for a crucial meeting with the club members. The objective: devise a complete strategy to infiltrate Bobby's casino and seize control of his finances.

Fortuitously, Jake had already sketched the framework of the plan; now it was up to the gang to flesh out the finer details.

Sequestered in their private room at the back of the bar, the men engaged in a marathon brainstorming session, fueled by copious amounts of alcohol that seemed to defy the limits of Riley's inventory.

The hours proved mentally taxing for Jake, who found himself thrust into a leadership role, given that the plan had sprung from his initial idea. As the group delved deeper into the intricacies of their scheme, Jake navigated the delicate balance between guiding the discussion and fostering collaboration.

The overarching objective of the plan was straightforward: infiltrate and establish a foothold. However, the devil was in the details.

The Barbarians, armed with their financial leverage over Bobby's casino, planned a direct and aggressive takeover. Prior to this, Alejandro's financial experts would conduct an internal audit to scrutinize the casino's financial records. Concurrently, 8-ball, their reliable reconnaissance expert, along with a team of Barbarians, would meticulously examine the security protocols, identifying vulnerabilities and discrepancies. They would also gauge the loyalty of key staff members to anticipate potential challenges or cooperation during the takeover. Once these preliminary assessments were complete, the Barbarians would be briefed on their specific roles and responsibilities for the impending operation.

This part of the plan was a strategic power play, a calculated display of authority designed to assert the Barbarians' dominance over Bobby Thompson. That, and it left little room for resistance. If they didn’t see it coming, they wouldn’t have time to retaliate.

Upon successfully infiltrating the casino, the real work would commence. With assistance from Alejandro's operatives, the Barbarians would assume control of all operational facets. They would take charge of security to neutralize any potential resistance, gain access to the casino's financial systems, including the vault and registers, and begin discreetly redirecting funds through covert channels to avoid detection.

Given Alejandro's insistence on receiving his share in cash, an additional layer of complexity was introduced to the operation. All diverted funds would be funneled into the Barbarians' club account, covertly managed by their trusted accountant and stored securely until the time of transfer.

It was a solid plan, meticulously crafted to minimize the risk of detection. If executed with precision, they could execute the entire operation within the six months window without raising any red flags with law enforcement. After all, the federal authorities were unlikely to be overly concerned with a medium-sized casino tucked away in the middle of Nowhere, Nevada.

With the plan finalized, the meeting came to a close, leaving the Barbarians to await the right moment to set their scheme in motion.

Ace couldn't help but notice Jake's natural leadership qualities as he contributed to the formulation of the plan. Despite all Jake's modesty, there was an undeniable aura of authority that seemed to emanate from him effortlessly.

However, the meeting had taken its toll on Jake, leaving him feeling mentally drained. Having left Riley's a few hours earlier, Jake was eager to head home. Yet, as he approached the exit, Ace intercepted him, his grip firm on Jake's arm. Without uttering a word, Ace produced a thick wad of cash, all in hundred-dollar bills, and displayed it before him.

Aware that the Barbarians always had various revenue streams, however minor, Jake surmised that this must be the source of the money. His gaze shifted from the cash to Ace and back again, estimating the sum to be around five thousand dollars, if not more, leaving him puzzled.

"What's this for?" Jake queried, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Leaning in, Ace responded, "consider it payment for your contributions."

Jake scoffed, "but I haven't done anything."

Ace met his gaze knowingly, "your role in shaping that plan was more than enough."

Jake's eyes lingered on the cash, but his thoughts quickly veered in a different direction.

It was curious how you managed to permeate his thoughts at the most unexpected moments. Now, with five thousand dollars in hand, his mind was consumed with only the desire to give it all to you.

Recalling your earlier phone call, Jake felt an overwhelming urge to ease any burdens you might be carrying, even though much about you remained shrouded in mystery.

Almost impulsively, Jake turned to Ace and blurted out, "what do you know about Cherry?"

Ace chuckled, having anticipated this question would eventually surface, but he had always assumed it would be on Jake's terms. While Ace harbored his own questions about you, he suspected his insights might not fully satisfy Jake's curiosity. Nevertheless, he was willing to share what he knew.

As they stood by the bar, Ace gestured to the nearest stool. Sensing the impending conversation, Jake took a seat beside him.

A nod to the bartender was all it took; she immediately began preparing Ace's usual drink without the need for words.

"To be frank, kid," Ace began, turning his full attention to Jake, "I don't know much. None of us do. But I'll share what I do know."

Two Years Ago

A raspy cough echoed from Riley's frail form as he stepped outside his trailer, watering can in hand. The relentless cancer that had taken hold of him intensified the pain of the smoker's cough he had developed over the years. With each passing day, his strength waned, and after undergoing treatments that had proven futile, he had decided to forego further interventions, opting instead to focus on managing his pain and comfort as he neared the end of his life.

At sixty-three , Riley had lived a life marked by resilience and dedication, spending over half of those years as a formidable member of the Barbarians. He had seen and experienced more than most would in two lifetimes, yet it was cancer that proved to be his final adversary.

As he looked at his reflection, the gauntness of his features and the pallor of his skin made him appear as though he was already a shadow of his former self. Despite this, he found himself standing outside the trailer he had called home for the past forty-five years, tending to a flower garden that would more than likely outlive him.

Riley's thoughts drifted to his cherished Tavern, a place that held as much importance to him as his allegiance to the brotherhood. He wondered about its fate once he was no longer around. While he trusted the Barbarians to care for it, the uncertainty of not being there to oversee its well-being troubled him.

Lost in these thoughts, the sound of approaching tires caught his attention. Initially dismissing it, he grew curious as the idling engine came to a halt outside his home, revealing a Nevada cab at the end of the dusty driveway.

Observing a middle-aged cab driver assisting an unfamiliar visitor, Riley's attention was immediately drawn to your face. A rush of emotions surged within him as he recognized you, a sensation he had never felt before. He was stunned; the last he had heard from you was when you were just five years old, and the last time he had seen you in person was when you were merely two, before your mother had taken you away to Texarkana.

Confused and intrigued, he couldn't fathom why, after all these years, you were suddenly standing at his doorstep.

He watched as the man retrieved a couple of duffle bags from the trunk, while you struggled with a crumpled wad of cash in your hand before completing the exchange. He wondered how much you had to pay to get a cab to bring you all the way out there.

As you approached, the details of your appearance became clearer. Riley's gaze immediately landed on the remnants of a black eye on your right side, accompanied by several smaller bruises along your forearm. Though you wore jeans, Riley suspected there were likely more bruises hidden beneath.Despite his concern, he chose to remain silent on the matter, sensing that, like him, you probably didn't want to discuss it.

As you made your way up the driveway, you took in Riley's appearance as well. He looked even more unwell than you had anticipated, a stark contrast to the stories your mother had shared about him. The ravages of cancer were evident.

Setting down his watering can just as you reached him, Riley greeted you with a simple, "Hey, kid."

The reunion between father and daughter, after over fifteen years apart, was surprisingly subdued. Both of you seemed to have too much on your minds to make a fuss about it.

"Hey, Dad," you replied, your voice trembling slightly, offering him a tentative smile given the circumstances.

An awkward silence hung in the air as you both assessed each other's worn appearance, yet also noticed the shared features that confirmed your relationship.

"What are you doin’ here?"

Riley's question made you second-guess your decision to come without even a phone call. The risk of showing up unannounced suddenly seemed more apparent, but you also knew the alternative was far worse.

"My mom told me you were sick, terminal," you stammered, avoiding his eyes as you looked towards the blooming flower garden he had been tending, "I came to help. You know, take care of you."

Riley could see through your words, recognizing that caring for a man battling terminal prostate cancer was likely not high on your priority list. However, he sensed that you had come for a reason, possibly running from something—or someone.

The fear that consumed you was palpable, evident in your posture and demeanor. You had become fear.

Realizing that he had not been the best father during your formative years, Riley felt compelled to offer you refuge from whatever troubles you were facing. As a Barbarian, he was no stranger to trouble, and he believed he could shield you from it.

In addition, your presence would provide him with much-needed companionship in his final days, rather than sporadic visits from club members. With you, he would have the company of genuine family.

And of course, if you were willing, you could take over the operations at the Tavern.

It seemed like a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Finally, a grin spread across Riley's face, and you couldn't help but notice how eerily similar his smile was to yours. "Come on in, we'll get you settled."

You tightened your grip on your bags as Riley gestured for you to enter, feeling a glimmer of hope that being there might offer you the sanctuary you so desperately sought from the looming darkness.

"Watch out for my flowers. Don’t step on ‘em," Riley chided, adding a touch of normalcy to this unexpected reunion.

"That's the only story Riley ever shared with me," Ace admitted, taking a sip of his beer and studying Jake's reaction. "After that, he didn't talk much about her."

Jake nodded, realizing this might be the extent of the information he'd receive, leaving him with conflicting feelings.

"It's not that Riley was secretive or malicious," Ace elaborated, reminiscing about the times when Riley was still with them. "He was just protective, and we respected that. Even after his passing, we still do."

Jake understood the protective sentiment, feeling a similar urge to shield you, albeit not in the same paternal manner as Riley. His feelings for you were complex and puzzling.

"She was incredible for Riley during his final months, by his side when he passed, helped organize his funeral, and has been managing the hell outta this Tavern," Ace recounted with a chuckle. "So, we just leave it at that."

The story left Jake with more questions than answers, yet he found himself strangely content with the information provided.

Ace extended the folded hundred-dollar bills to Jake once again, and this time he accepted them, tucking them into his front pocket before finishing off his beer.

"Thanks, as always, you're appreciated," Jake said to Ace, making a beeline for the exit.

Ace chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That boy is in way deeper than he thinks."

Jake found you just after you’d finished showering, your hair wrapped in a towel and wearing a faded Kentucky Derby t-shirt that he remembered once belonged to Riley. Your face lit up with a smile at his arrival, which only fueled his determination to carry out his plan with the money he had obtained.

"Hey, handsome," you greeted, visibly relieved by his presence.

In response, Jake pulled the money from his pocket and handed it to you, mimicking the gesture Ace had made with him earlier. Your confusion mirrored his own when Ace had done the same to him.

"Jake, what the hell is this?"

"I heard you on the phone earlier," he explained, the words tumbling out as if he couldn't hold them back any longer.

You felt a familiar tension creep back into your muscles at the mention of the phone call, but you remained silent, waiting to see what else he had to share.

"Save your money," Jake said softly, his tone filled with care, “use this to help your mom, and if you need more, just let me know, okay?"

Stunned, you found yourself unable to accept the money. You knew the funds were likely from Barbarian activities, but that was the least of your concerns. You couldn't comprehend why he was so willing to give it to you. His generosity was unfamiliar and overwhelming. First, the truck, and now this.

You were certain Jake wasn't expecting anything in return; his generosity was genuine.

"Take it," he urged gently, “please, Cherry?"

Reluctantly, you reached out and accepted the stash, noting that the bills were mostly, if not all, hundreds.

The money was providing a lifeline for you in ways Jake couldn't possibly understand, making you feel as though he was the catalyst for positive change in your life.

Still holding the money, you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a tender kiss on his lips, savoring the taste of beer and tobacco. "Why are you so good, Jacob?"

Hearing you call him by his full name sent a shiver down his spine. He looked down at you, shaking his head slightly, and admired the way your still-wet lashes clung together. "I'm no good, Cherry. I'm just good for you."

You kissed him again to keep yourself from saying what you wanted to say next.

You’re not good for me, Jake. You’re too good for me.

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R47

Spinning Now: "Heat Waves" by Glass Animals (2020)

Pairing: Sam x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Drug Use, Feelings of Uneasiness, Arguing Smut: Kissing, Touching, Teasing, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex

SAM POV

The leaves crunch beneath your shoes as you make your way up to the front door. You can hear music playing inside the house, and there are a few people standing out front smoking. They don’t pay you much attention as you walk up the sidewalk, continuing on with their conversations, only stopping slightly to raise a hand in acknowledgement. The air is thick and humid with impending rain and the frogs croaking in the distance only confirm that. They always seemed to be the loudest right before a storm. You toss the last of your joint into the grass, stomping it out with your foot before climbing up the front steps. 

As you step through the door the music grows in volume and you see people standing around talking with drinks in hand. You scan the room for any familiar faces, but the house is so dimly lit and crowded it's a lost cause. You navigate through the house in search of the kitchen, knowing that is where the liquor will be. A nice stiff drink is calling your name after the day you’d had. Honestly it was surprising you even came to this party, but Daniel asked you no less than three times today causing you to eventually cave and agree. 

The kitchen is lit up a little better as you step into it, people crowding around the counters talking and laughing. You grab a plastic cup and fill it with ice, stepping over towards the bottles of liquor lined up on the kitchen table. Your eyes scan over the mixer options, which are incredibly limited, deciding that vodka would probably be your best bet. You fill the cup as you reach for the tonic water, stirring it with your finger as you recap the tonic. You look for limes, silently laughing for even thinking there would be any as you grab your cup and try to head back into the crowd. 

Stepping out of the kitchen you dodge a pair of drunk girls, nearly spilling your drink. They pass you and as you regain your composure your eyes look up and you see her. You have to double take to make sure your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. That the heat of the room isn’t creating a mirage in the image of her. But it’s not. Across the room, talking to a group of people you don’t recognize is your ex. You quickly tear your eyes away from her, your blood rushing through your veins a little faster now. Your heart is pounding as you weave through the crowd of people, finally spotting Danny and his friends. 

“You made it after all!” Danny says, smacking his hand against your back. 

You sip from your drink, letting out a sigh of refreshment, “Sure did.”

He takes the time to introduce you to his friends, the same friends you’ve been introduced to ten times before, all of you smiling at each other as you realize.

As they drift back into their conversation you stand there sipping at your drink, letting your eyes peer over the edge of your cup as you scan the room looking for her. Maybe it wasn’t her…

You sort of sway in place along with the music, turning your body as inconspicuous as possible to see if you can spot her. As someone steps out of the way she is revealed to you and your suspicions are confirmed. Her hair is shorter now, even a little bit darker than you remember. She is dressed the same as she always was, trendy, edgy, dark. A way that was so effortlessly her. You can’t seem to look away as she speaks, a smile on her face as she talks with her hands. There is a drink in one hand and you wonder what's in the cup. Is it her usual? Did she make it herself? Is she here with someone? You pull your eyes away, turning back to the conversation, pretending you know what’s going on, and that your mind isn’t swimming in thoughts of her. 

“What’s up dude, you good?” Danny asks, turning to you as the other guys start up a side conversation. 

“Huh? Oh yeah. I’m fine.” you lie, sipping nervously at your drink. 

You watch as he turns his head to the side, looking around the room, and you can see the expression on his face as he spots her, mumbling something under his breath. 

“Shit…” he exhales. “You saw her already.”

You turn to look over your shoulder, seeing her still engaged in her conversation. “Yeah. As I was walking over here.”

I didn’t know, man. I swear.” he offers, shaking his head back and forth. “Let’s uh– let’s go smoke.”

You nod and follow him through the crowd of people, walking the opposite direction of her and her friends. You feel a sense of relief as you step outside, the air still hot and humid as you pull your cigarettes from your shirt pocket. “You want one?” you ask, offering him the carton as you place the cigarette between your lips. 

“Nah, just needed to get you out of there for a minute.” he admits. “I knew something was up. Should’ve known.”

“Haven’t seen her since…” you say, blowing a puff of smoke from your lips. 

“Since that night?” he asks, leaning on the wooden railing. 

“Yeah. Been over a year now.” you answer, taking another long drag of your cigarette. “She looks good.”

“Sam…” he admonishes. 

“Did you recognize those girls she was with?” you ask. 

“Nah, not really but, shit man, we see so many goddamn people everyday I don’t think I would know if I did know them.” he smiles, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Yeah, yeah.” you mumble, finally feeling the alcohol entering your system. 

“Look, unless you want her to see you like this, you better turn it off. If I could sense something was up, then you know she will the second she sees you.” he says, and you know he’s right. She was good at that.

“Yeah, just needed a smoke. You’re right. I’m good.” you answer, hoping that answer will get him off your case. You shake your shoulders out, tossing the spent cigarette to the ground. He nods his head at you and you follow him back into the party, trying your best to seem like your emotions weren’t all over the place. 

You never expected it to hit you this hard. You never expected to see her in the first place. And now that you had, it was all rushing in at once. 

You follow Danny through the party as he searches the room for his friends, finding them hanging out in the living room only a few feet from where they were when you left them. You toss back the last of your drink, knowing you’ll need a refill immediately if you’re going to make it through the night. 

As your eyes scan the room, you see her again, this time walking down the hallway on her way back from the bathroom. You try to look away, but you’re too late and she spots you. You see her double take, her lips parting just a bit as she takes you in. You look away again, trying to seem engaged in the conversation and like you don’t care that she is standing five feet away looking at you. 

After a few minutes you know she's returned back to her friends, yet still you can feel her eyes on you. You make a point not to look at her, even though your brain is calling out to you to do just that. Your will power is growing weaker and weaker as the seconds pass and you finally catch yourself turning your head to look at her. You catch her glance and look away, knowing you were caught. Dammit. It happens three more times and at this point neither of you are being sneaky about it. 

With a huff of frustration you step away from the group and head towards the kitchen, making yourself a new, stiffer drink before heading back out to the back porch to smoke the last joint in your pocket. You find yourself in the same spot from earlier, setting your drink on the wooden railing and pulling the tightly rolled joint from your shirt pocket. Lighting it up you let the earthy smoke fill your lungs, and you pray it will take away some of the uneasiness that's been surrounding you all night. 

The joint has dwindled down to only a few more hits, and your mind is feeling a lot lighter as you stare out into the fire pit blazing down in the yard. You hear a pair of heeled boots padding across the deck, and you know exactly who it is. You suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly just as she joins you against the railing. 

“What, no plaything tonight, Sammy?” 

The sound of her voice sends a shiver down your spine, it's the sweetest timbre you’ve heard in a year. 

You suck your teeth and turn to face her, really getting a chance to drink her in face to face. “What do you mean?”

“Oh don’t play coy, Sam. People talk around here, and you forget that most of your friends were my friends first.”

“I wouldn’t have come if I knew you were going to be here.” you quip. If she wanted to fight, you were going to fight. 

She crosses her arms across her chest, her leather jacket glowing in the cloudy moonlight. “And why’s that? Can’t stand the thought of being around me after everything? With that girl you left me for? What’s her name again?”

A stab right through your heart. “I was never with her Y/N. I didn’t leave you for her. I don’t even speak to her. You know why I left you.”

“You don’t speak to her? That kind of seems like a waste now, don’t you think?” she says, tapping the heel of her boot against the deck. She licks her lips, your eyes darting down to them, lacquered in a deep rich mahogany. 

“What do you want Y/N? Why did you come out here?” you ask, watching her polished fingers grab the remains of the joint from your fingers, before pressing it to her lips. She inhales, breathing in the smoke and letting it sit in her lungs. She releases it slowly through her lips before turning back to look at you. 

“I don’t know Sam…Why can you not keep your eyes off of me? Do you think I didn’t notice the second you walked through the front door? That you’ve been watching me all night?” she asks, cornering you into a confession. 

“Y/N…” you bargain, not even sure how to deny that one. 

“Well?” she presses, stepping closer to you. You can smell her perfume, your mind swimming back to a time you got to smell it daily. 

You lick your lips, huffing out a defeated breath. “You know why.”

“Maybe I don’t, Sam. Why don’t you lay it out for me.”

You think briefly that you should just tell her the truth. Really lay it out if that’s what she wants, but you quickly come to your senses, remembering why you ended things in the first place. 

“You know what, no. We aren’t rehashing this. You know why we broke up Y/N. Nothing has changed. I still can’t give you what you want.” you urge. 

“Yeah, I know that’s the half assed reason you gave for ending things, but I don’t know if I believe that. Especially now, a year later.” she says, raising a brow in challenge. The weed is swirling through your veins, your logic and reasoning is slipping farther and farther out of your grasp and you know the truth is seconds from spilling out. 

“Are you here with someone?” you ask.

Her grip tightens on her jacket, a nervous habit she’s always had. “No.”

You blow out a deep breath, biting your lips together as you let your eyes meet hers. “Let’s leave.”

She tilts her head as she looks at you, “Why would I do that?”

You raise your brows at her, a little taken aback that she's challenging you again. “Why would you do that? Well, because I think you think about me as much as I think about you. I think you wouldn’t be out here otherwise. I think you remember that– that last time last summer, right before everything…” 

Her cheeks flush, and she turns away from you and you know you’re right. She knows you’re right, and now you’re the one that's got her cornered. 

“Come home with me, Y/N.” you ask, your voice a little lighter. 

She looks up at you, her eyes piercing into yours. “Do you still live in the same place?”

You bite your bottom lip as you nod your head. “Yeah, same place. Our place.”

You see her swallow nervously as the words leave your mouth, her eyes looking down at her feet. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You place your fingers at the curve of her jaw, angling her face to look back at you. “Then don’t think.”

She twists her pretty lips around as she considered it, finally nodding and dropping her arms to her side. Her hand reaches for yours, and you accept it eagerly, twisting your fingers with hers. 

You lead her through the party, tossing back the rest of your drink as you guide her through the kitchen and into the living room. You lock eyes with Danny who sees her then looks back to you, giving you a knowing smirk. He shakes his head and mouths for you to call him as you pull her small hand through the crowd. 

You shut her into the passenger seat the way you’ve done a hundred times before, rushing around the front of the car to make the short drive back home. You can’t help but catch a few glances of her on the drive back, the way the street lights light up her face. The way the rain softly tinkling against the windshield reflects onto her skin. 

As you pull into your driveway you see her face twist up. “You did some planting…”

“Yeah, just a few things here and there. Needed it.” you answer, your chest feeling heavy as you think back to her suggesting it. 

She nods and turns to you with a soft smile. “Should we make a run for it?”

“Yeah, I’ll go up first and unlock the door, then you can just run in.” you say, throwing your car door open and running through the heavy rain. You quickly unlock the door, and motion for her to run, seeing her boots splash through the puddles in her way. Your heart is growing warmer the more time you spend with her, the icy streak that’s developed in her absence thawing just a little. 

You grab her jacket from her, shaking the water from it and hanging it by the door as she steps further inside, kicking off her boots. 

“You painted, too.” she says, admiring the colors you’d chosen. “It feels warm.”

“That’s what I was hoping for.” you smile, heading for the kitchen. 

“You made a lot of changes now that I look around.” she says, staring up at the walls and at the furniture. 

“Yeah, I uh, I kinda had to.” you pause, leaning on the counter as you watch her. “Everything reminded me of you.”

She stops and looks at you, blinking a little slower than usual. She doesn’t know what to say, and truthfully you wouldn’t either.

“How about a drink?” you ask, breaking the tension hanging in the air. She walks over to the island, leaning on it as she watches you pull the bottle of tequila from the bar cart. “Tequila?”

She smiles and nods, you know it’s her favorite. 

Before you can turn around she is sauntering over to the cabinets, opening one and pulling two shot glasses from the second shelf. You feel that warmth spread through your chest again. She remembers. 

She places them on the counter, with a thud. “I get the Mexico glass because it's my favorite.”

“If it’s your favorite, why didn’t you take it?” you ask, pouring the tequila into the small cactus shaped glass. 

“Same reason you painted your walls and changed your house.” she smiles, grabbing the full shot glass from the counter. You swallow heavily as you let her words sink in. She misses you too. 

You pour your shot, capping the Tequila and picking up your shot glass. You hold it in the air as you look at her, both of you ready to take the shot. “What should we toast to?”

“I don’t know, change?”

You smile and nod, tapping your glass to hers. “To change.”

You both drink back the shots, letting out a sigh as the burn takes over your throats. She runs her tongue over her lips. 

“Oh shit, do you need a chaser?” you ask, looking around frantically.

“No.” she answers, her eyes locked in on yours. You felt the mood shift, suddenly you stopped your movement, the both of you staring at each other, that same tension back with a vengeance. 

You step forward, grabbing her hips and spinning her towards you. “I do.” you breathe, leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers. It’s desperate and heated, the taste of her so new but still familiar. Her hands come up to cup at your face, her soft hands weaving into your long hair. 

“Y/N…” you plead, breaking away from her lips for a second. You look into her eyes, which you’re sure are just as desperate looking as yours are, before reattaching your lips to hers as you pull her in as closely as possible. 

“Sammy…” she pants, her hands sliding down your chest to reach for the hem of your shirt. Her hands slide beneath the fabric, finally connecting with your skin, sending a shock of lighting through your body. 

You pull the two of you away from the counter, walking her backwards through the house with your lips still connected. It’s not a long walk, but it’s one she has memorized, even in the darkness of the house. 

You spin her body to rest against the wall, removing your lips from hers and letting them trail down her neck and over her collarbones as she squirms in your arms. 

“Come on, Sammy, you know I hate teasing.” she whines, a smile stretching across your lips. 

“I know, which is why I love to do it.”

You continue to walk her into the bedroom, the one room that hasn’t changed very much. You walk her towards the bed, letting her fall back as her knees hit the edge. You pull your shirt over your head, and join her on the bed, crawling towards her as she reaches for you. The room is lit by your orange salt lamp, casting the prettiest glow on her body as she lies beneath you. You bend your head down to kiss at her neck, feeling her hands slide between you to circle around your back. 

You stop as you feel her nails drag down your back, in just the way that she knows how. Your eyes close as they roll to the back of your head, a sigh leaving your chest. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Did you?” she breathes, repeating the action. 

“Everyday, I swear.”

“I miss you, too.” she pauses, “Miss this.”

“I want you, Y/N.” you admit. 

“I want you too, Sam.” she breathes, pulling her dress over her head. She lays naked before you, only her panties left, stealing the air from your lungs. 

“Baby, fuck.”

“Touch me. The way you know I like.” she begs, and again you feel like you can’t breathe. You slide your fingers down her sternum and over her stomach, stopping at the edge of the green lace panties. You hook your finger into the waistband and slowly begin to pull them down, letting your eyes flick to hers in permission. She nods and you pull them over her hips, revealing the tiny patch of groomed hair. 

You smirk at her, “Speaking of new.”

“Just something a little different…” she blushes. 

“No, no. I–I like it.” you say, tossing her panties to the floor. You run your thumb over the strip of hair, letting it dip into her wetness, hot and slick. 

You circle her clit as you lean down to press a kiss to her stomach, trembling with anticipation beneath your lips. You let your middle finger swipe through her folds, collecting her wetness as you slide a finger into her, feeling as warm and tight as you ever knew. You pump in and out of her a few times before adding another finger, watching her chest start to heave as your thumb continues to circle at her clit. 

“Sammy…” she pants, letting her eyes open to meet yours. 

“Shhh…I know, I’m getting there.” you answer, a whisper from your lips. 

Your fingers press into her harder, as you lower your head to suck her hardened nipple into your mouth. Your fingers don’t stop as your teeth bite into her skin, just hard enough to elicit a moan, the exact kind of pain she craves. 

“There it is, baby…” you murmur against her skin. You switch to the other side, licking at her before wrapping your lips around her again. Your fingers are working violently inside of her, your teeth grazing her nipple as you feel her start to flutter around you. 

“Sam, I–”

“I know, let it happen. Give it to me.” you coax, continuing to work her just the way you knew she liked. 

“Oh god–oh fuck…” she whines, her hand gripping into your hair as her hips buck upward into your hand as she tumbles into her orgasm. Your name floats from her lips, breathless and spent as she comes down from her high. You pull your fingers from inside her, wiping them on your chest as you kiss her red, swollen lips. 

“Every fuckin’ time, Y/N. Every time it’s so…You’re so…stunning.” you breathe, feeling her hand cupping at your jaw. 

“Can we–”

“Do you want to?” you ask, finishing her thought. 

“I miss this with you Sammy. It’s not the same with anyone else.” she admits, a rush of guilt washing over you. 

“I know.” you nod, admitting the same. “One more time?” 

“Please…” she breathes. 

You feel her hands reaching between you, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your body. You kick them the rest of the way off, feeling her soft, warm hand wrap around your dick.

She wasn’t wrong, there had been other girls, but none like her. None that made you feel like this. None who’s touch felt like that. 

“Y/N…” you sigh. 

Her thumb swipes against your tip, soft and gentle as she guides you down to her. You grab the base, flicking the tip through her wetness before positioning at her center. Your eyes meet hers, so filled with love, so filled with every beautiful thing, you couldn’t help but to give her everything she wanted. 

You press into her, her body drawing you in the same way it always did. This part of your relationship was never the issue, it was everything that surrounded this. You slide into her, her hands snaking around your waist as you bottom out inside of her. A groan leaves your chest at the feeling of her wrapped around you. The way no one else feels. 

“Sammy…” your name is a whisper from her lips as you start to roll your hips into her. The pace is slow and steady as you take every second to soak her in, remembering how perfect this felt. 

“I know…I’m– I remember…” you breathe, letting your hand cup at her chest, rolling her nipple between your fingers. 

She tightens around you, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to stave off her release, not ready for this to be over yet. Your eyes focus on her as you slide into her, your pace growing a bit quicker as you feel the burn in your stomach. 

Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, closer, deeper. It's warm, your bodies sticky with a sheen of sweat as both of you work towards your orgasm. 

Her eyes flick up to yours, dark and sparkling in the orange glow of the room, your hips snapping into hers so naturally and effortless. You feel a warmth wash over you, hot and burning in your chest as you look at her. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” you whisper, seeing her eyes well with tears. 

“Sam, don’t…” she pleads, her fingertips gripping into your skin. 

“Baby, please…” you beg, “Forgive me…”

“Sammy, you– you hurt me, I–”

“I know. I know I did, I just… I was stupid… I– fuck, fuck, I’m there…” you groan. “Do you want me to–”

“No, no, you can. Please…” she begs, her hands sliding up to your neck. 

With one more sharp thrust of your hips, you feel her fluttering around you, her eyes closing tightly as she lets go, letting her orgasm rip through her, her back arching up off of the bed. Your name falls from her lips, soft and breathy as your hips falter. 

You wrap your arms around her as you pull yourself closer to her, letting your own release take over you. “Fuck, I love you Y/N. I’m sorry– I love you…” the words escape from your heart as you spill into her. 

You collapse onto her, holding her tightly as her lips find yours. Her tongue tangles with yours for a few seconds before she pulls away, letting you roll off of her. “I mean it.” you say, turning to look at her. 

“I know you do.” she says, sliding off the bed and making her way into the bathroom to clean up.

After a shower and a glass of water both of you are tucking into bed, the same one you once shared. It feels full and warm with her here, something you missed terribly and not once could ever replicate with someone else. You run your fingers through her wet hair, pulling your fingers slowly through each strand as you listen to her talk, your mind being lulled to sleep by the sounds of her voice. 

Could you do this? Could you make it work this time? Would she ever forgive you? Could she ever trust you again? Why does this feel so good? 

You pull her close and kiss her cheek, waiting for her to turn towards you so you could kiss her lips. God you missed this. You rub your thumb over her cheek as you look at her, neither of you saying a word, just reveling in the moment. Her eyes blink slowly and you know sleep is coming for her. 

“I love you too, Sam.” she whispers, kissing at your palm. You kiss her again, pulling her into your chest as you both let your eyes close. Your mind continues to wander, wondering how you could make things work this time, knowing that your circumstances haven't changed. You're still on the road, still gone half the year, and still unable to give her the comfortable stable life she wanted. 

You let your eyes open, seeing her asleep in your arms, her face soft and relaxed as she dreamed. You wanted to give her everything. You really did. You loved her, more than you ever loved anyone. But could you? Could you make it work?

You woke feeling more rested than you had in a long time, your brain not plagued by fatigue from tossing and turning all night. You felt the alcohol in your system still, your limbs a little more sluggish than you wanted as you rolled over to face her. But as you opened your eyes you found your bed empty and the sheets cold. 

You sat up quickly looking for her, only to find her and her things gone. You rub at your eyes trying to gain some clarity, grabbing your phone from your nightstand to find it just as barren as your bed. Your chest felt tight as you realized she was gone. 

She’d left you this time. 

She was a mirage afterall. 

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 6- Out With The Old, In With The New

Jake Kiszka x Reader and Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 5,241

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AN: Hi everyone! Here is the sixth chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! We appreciate you all so much and the support we have gotten is so much more than we ever imagined. Every like, comment, and reblog means so much and we notice all of you. We hope you enjoy the sixth chapter, Out With The Old, In With The New.

Warnings: 18+, Unprotected sex, Squirting, Make out, Disloyalty (if you want to consider it that),Angst, Alcohol, Hookups, Degradation kink, Praise kink, Daddy kink, DIRTY TALK,

Y/n’s POV

You’re a bit startled when you wake up in the morning. You feel a warm nude body pressed up against you, suddenly recalling the events of last night. You stretch out under the covers, rubbing your eyes. As you roll over, careful not to wake Josh, you check the time on your phone. 11:16am. You slip out from under the covers and make your way over to your dresser drawers, to select your outfit for the day. You pull out a pair of gray sweatpants and slide them over your shaky legs, that he was no doubt the cause of. You prance over to your closet and file through your tops, landing on your pink lululemon tank. You slip it over your bare torso. 

Josh starts to stir and you watch his eyes flick open. “Good morning,” he smiles at you, his voice still groggy from his sleep. 

You grab your hairbrush on your desk, lightly dragging it through your knotted hair. “Good morning to you too,” you reciprocate his shining smile. 

He rolls out of bed, still completely naked. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I forgot.” He quickly reaches for his khaki shorts that were discarded on the floor. 

It wasn’t like you to have guys over to your house, you would usually go to theirs, but Josh was different. You two were becoming close friends so you didn’t feel like he was invading your space. You were beginning to get a little antsy and wanted him to leave soon so you could relax the rest of the day though. 

You make your way out to the kitchen where you found Charlotte making coffee in a t-shirt you had never seen before, makeup still on her face from last night. 

“Did you have fun last night?” You ask, laughing a little under your breath. 

She turns to you slowly, having obvious regrets about her decisions. “So much y/n.” She says in a very dry, sarcastic tone. You grab a celsius from the fridge and take a seat at the table and hear footsteps coming from your room. Charlotte's eyes widened, shocked that you brought someone back here. 

“Who?” She mouths to you. You give her a look to calm down. When Josh comes around the corner Charlotte's eyes light up, shocked that HE was the one you brought home. 

“Hi Josh, did you have a fun night?” She says jokingly, taking a sip of her hot coffee, making her way to the seat next to you. 

“You could say that.” Josh says, making his way behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders. The silence was awkward, you could cut it with a knife.

“So what are you and y/n, Josh?” You practically spit out your drink. Why would she ask that? Your eyes shoot daggers into her. A laugh bubbling up inside of you.

“Ummm I- I don’t know, I guess we're something.” Josh stammers. The laugh you had attempted to hold in releases, practically in his face. 

“Oh please, we’re just friends Char, nothing crazy, it’s all for the roles anyway right Josh?” 

He takes his hands off your shoulders. You could feel his scoff hit the back of your neck. “Yeah… totally. I’m gonna go now y/n, see you around.” He makes his way towards the door, power behind every step, and finally hearing the door slam shut. 

“Damn, what's his deal?” Charlotte questions.

“I don’t know, I guess he’s just got a stick up his ass.” But you knew. He didn’t like that “friend” label you just gave him. But you didn’t see him as much more. He was a friend you liked fooling around with. Friends with benefits, if you will. But you didn’t consider you both, “something.” 

You hoped what you said wouldn’t ruin anything between you two, you were beginning to really value your guy’s friendship and the time you spent together.

—

As the week went by things had taken a turn for the worst. It felt like the beginning of the semester again. You were giving the same energy you have been, but Josh hasn’t been reciprocating. He seems disgusted by you, always backing away or making a face when you reach out for him. Kissing you with pursed lips. It's just awkward. 

By the end of Thursday’s practice Coleman was visibly angry. She has been so happy with how everything has been going, but this is what happens in the show world. You knew that from the beginning your relationship with Josh couldn’t be more than a fuck buddy, because if it became more and you guys broke up it could ruin the whole show. 

Coleman called you up after practice to discuss the sudden change in dynamic. 

“I don’t get it. What’s going on with you guys? Last week was perfect, so what's changed?” Coleman shoots you a disapproving face, filled with disappointment. 

“I-I don’t know. We hung out last weekend and I referred to him as my ‘friend’ and I don't think he liked that very much.” You decide to be honest with her and if you were being honest with yourself, you don’t think this is your fault. If only Josh had been more transparent about his feelings, you guys wouldn’t be in this situation, yet again. 

“Can you guys please put your feelings aside, at least until the end of the show. We can’t put this production in jeopardy, over you and Josh’s selfishness.” Coleman pleads with you, desperation in her icy eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah of course. Will do, I'll have it figured out before tomorrow's practice.” You reassure her, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

Coleman offers you a weak smile, signaling the conversation was over and you were free to go. You turn on your heels and head straight for the door. 

When you make it back to your dorm, you find Charlotte sitting on the couch painting her nails. Her eyes are focused intently on her light blue nails, her focus averts from her nails to look at you. “Hey girl!” She shoots you a soft smile. 

“Hey Char! Your nails look cute,” you grab her hand to examine her freshly painted nails. 

“Stoppppp, they’re fresh. I don't wanna ruin them.” She pulls her hand away to check them. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“I don’t know, probably nothing. I don’t even have anything to study for so it’ll be a boring night. Maybe I’ll find a new show to watch or something,” you tell her a little upset Josh hasn’t reached out by now. 

“You’re not going to Josh’s apartment?” Her jaw drops, clearly surprised. 

“No, we haven’t really been on good terms since he’s been over. I think he’s pissed that I friendzoned him.”

“But I thought you guys were like a thing?”

“I mean in the show, yes. But we haven’t really done anything that seems, like, relationship-y. We mess around, and it's fun, great even. But like I don’t count that as something more than just fuck buddies. If I considered a hookup the beginning of a relationship I’d be dating a lot of guys.” You chuckle a little at the thought. 

“Well I don’t know if you're blind to it, but he’s obviously really into you. The way he was attracted to you as soon as he came into the room, he was all over you. I think you really hurt his feelings.”

You hadn’t really realized how much you might have hurt him. You weren’t used to guys actually liking you and wanting to be around you. Usually, they only wanted you for your body and once they had it, they were gone. 

“I think you are right, Char. I just… I don’t know what to do, I feel like it’s too late to recover from all this. Even Coleman has noticed things are different now,” You speak to her, in search of advice, that she’s always so good at giving. You collapse onto the couch exhausted from the day.  

“Well… I mean, you could apologize to him. Try to work things out?” She suggests. 

You sit there for a moment, really thinking about it. You didn’t think you did anything wrong, but you need to put your own feelings aside and be the bigger person for the sake of the show. 

“I guess you're right. Maybe I’ll stop by tonight. You think I should ask if I can come over?” You ask knowing Char would know what to do in the situation.

“No don't, because if you ask he’ll probably just say no. So just do a friendly drop by.”

“You’re right, a friendly drop by, that's all this is. I guess I’ll freshen up real quick and head over. Should I bring anything?”

“Your hot bod and a condom.” She winks at you with a mischievous smile plastered on her pale face.

“You're disgusting, I think that's the last thing he wants to do with me. Should I go now?” Suddenly, you're anxious realizing you’re going to have to face him. 

“I would, you don’t wanna go too late because maybe he’ll be cranky or something, you know how guys can be sometimes.” 

“Ok.. I’ll go now… I guess,” You quickly make your way into your bedroom to freshen up before heading over. You spray some more perfume, deodorant, dry shampoo and touch up your makeup since you didn’t get a shower. You glance at your drawer in your vanity that holds your tampons and other products. Should I actually grab a condom? Stop y/n get your head out of the gutter.

You check out your outfit in the mirror making sure everything looks okay. Your oversized white sweatshirt and light pink boxer shorts looked good against your tan skin. You made sure you had a bra on this time to make sure he didn’t get the wrong impression. 

Grabbing your belt bag quickly before you head out you say bye to Char and make your way out the door.

“Did you grab a condom?”

“What do you think?” You roll your eyes at her. 

—

When you finally get to the apartment, you start to regret your decisions. Maybe you shouldn’t have come unannounced, or maybe at all? You raise your hand up to wrap your knuckles against the wood. You hear blues music drifting out into the hallway through the closed door. You knock. Footsteps start to approach and the door whips open, revealing a shirtless Jake. 

“Hey y/n. What are you doing here?” Jake questions you. 

You hear him speaking, but you’re too focused on his naked upper body. He has toned arms and shoulders, and a nice set of abs, a similar build to his brother. You didn’t know that was all hiding under there, but you guess you never tried or cared to find out.

“My eyes are up here actually.” You hear him say, pointing at his face with a slight chuckle, as you snap out of your trance.

“Oh yeah sorry, um, is Josh here?” He rolls his eyes.

“No… but I am, I wouldn’t mind you coming in for a little. I can make you a drink.”

“Oh… no that’s okay you seem busy and I don’t want to intrude. I-I’ll go.” You turn away from the door.

“No, I insist.” He says holding the door all the way open. You oblige and walk through the doorway. “Take a seat on the couch awhile. I just need to finish up these dishes really quickly.”

“I can help if you want.” You suggest as you follow him into the kitchen.

“Why would I make you do that, go sit your pretty ass down on the fucking couch.” He smirks at you, but you can hear the genuineness in his raspy voice. 

Jeez. A little aggressive, he's very similar to his brother in more ways than one. As you take a seat on the couch you feel weird. You haven’t been here when Josh wasn’t. It didn’t feel right. It felt off to sit where you usually do so you opted for the middle seat on the couch.

“What would you like to drink?” You hear Jake scream from the kitchen.

“Umm, maybe just a glass of wine or whatever is fine. Thank you!” You respond back. 

A few moments later Jake arrives with two glasses of wine in hand and t-shirt covering his body. Damn it. He takes a seat beside you, right where Josh would normally sit. It feels like deja vu. 

“So, why are you even here? Did you have to talk to him about something or just come to fuck?” Jake sasses you.

“With who?” You question, making sure you understood him fully.

“Well, I was talking about my brother but I wouldn't mind a little action myself.” His remark makes you gag on your drink a little, not expecting his forwardness. 

“I wanted to apologize to him for what happened the other day. He slept over after the frat party and I might have friendzoned him. And while we have been fucking around and acting like we’re together for the show, I never really saw it as more than a fuck buddy situation. I’m not the kind to be tied down to one person. But it’s important to him so I wanted to apologize and work things out again, for our friendship and the show.”

“Damn, I didn’t realize he thought about you like that. He came home earlier for a little while and left to go to the library. I guess that makes sense as to why he seemed so sad.” Jake pondered, taking a large swig emptying nearly half the wine glass. 

“Wow, thanks for making me feel like even more of an ass than I already do. I guess I’ll try to text him tonight or something.” You stare at the floor taking a big sip of your wine. “Oh and I’m sorry I pulled you into the middle of Josh and I’s situation at the frat party. I guess I kinda used you to get back at him.”

“I didn’t mind, any excuse to be touching you is a win in my book. If that's what it took, I’d let you use me in any way you’d like.” He says, raising his eyebrows, taking a small sip of his wine.”

“W-what?” 

“All I’m saying is that you're not tied down so you shouldn’t feel bad for being with me on Friday.”

“I don’t, I liked it, I just feel bad for you since I used you to get back at him.”

“Don’t feel bad. If it was up to me you would have been leaving with me and we would have done so much more, baby. Better than whatever you did with my fucking brother.” Your mouth ajar, absolutely shocked by his statement. 

“If you don't close that pretty mouth of yours, I'm going to have to find other uses for it.” His pointer and thumb lift your jaw up and he begins to close the gap between you. “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? My thick cock down that tiny, little, throat of yours.” Emphasizing every single word looking deep into your soul. 

Could you do this? Get with his brother. After trying to apologize for not wanting to be more than friends. You were going to explain that if he wanted you to, you'd take your guy's relationship seriously. That it could become more than just a show relationship. Be with each other. But Josh isn’t here. Jake is.

Fuck it.

Your lips crash into Jake’s, not wasting any time bringing your hands to his hair and straddling his lap. You pull his hair back and release your mouth, and reattach it to his now exposed neck. Sloppy kisses and licks were placed all down his neck and jawline. Making him breathe heavily, close to your ear. 

He brings his hands down to your ass, picking you up to lay you with your back on the couch. His body towering above you makes you go out of your mind. You need him so bad. As he leaves wet kisses down your face and throat, he reaches a covered zone. 

His hands meet the hem of the sweatshirt, and eyes look down to you. “Please baby, let me see that perfect body you're hiding under here. You have no idea how bad I want this.” You nod and he continues to pull your sweatshirt above your head, discarding it onto the floor. 

He pulls his body away to get a full look, you watch as his eyes trail down your body, painfully slow. 

“You see something you like Jake?”

“I’m seeing a lot that I like, and I think there is even more I’ll like that’s still covered.” He says pulling at the waistband of your boxer shorts. You lift your hips to allow access for him to pull the shorts down. 

You try to wear cute undergarments whenever you can because it makes you feel more put together and confident. Today you were very happy you remembered to do so. Underneath all of your clothing was a baby pink matching bra and panties set. 

“God, I can’t believe I waited so long for you.” He begins to trace the outline of your lace bra. “Tell me what you want y/n.” 

“I want you inside of me please. I need you, Jake.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” 

“No, Jake. I need to feel you. I wanna feel you fill me up with your cum. Please daddy.” You whisper in his ear, giving him your best fuck-me eyes.

His jaw drops and he lets out a deep, content sigh pressing his tongue into the side of his cheek. If you were gonna do this, you were doing it fully. You tug at his shirt pulling it up, letting him know you wanted to see more. “I think it's a little unfair that I’m practically naked beneath you and you’re still fully clothed.” Letting your hands graze up his toned chest under his shirt, you begin to drag your nails lightly down his torso. He approves of your actions with a deep groan beginning to pull up his shirt. You can’t help but sit up to lick a stripe up his soft stomach.

As soon as his shirt is fully off you go right to his pants, tugging down on them. 

“Someone must want something, such a desperate brat. Are you just so fucking horny for me? Tell me what you want, you needy little thing.”

“I want you to fuck me over this god damn couch like the fucking slut I am. I’m a slut for you Jakey. You wanna have this happen again, show me a good night and I’ll be giving you so much more. I’ll give you anything you want.” Jake’s gaze darkens, his eyes nearly turning black. 

Without saying another word Jake picks you up, and stands you in front of the arm of the couch. Leaning you over it with your ass in the air. “You look so fucking good from this angle, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. That little limp my brother gave you will seem like nothing compared to what you're about to feel like.” He punctuates his sentence with a sharp smack to your ass. 

His hand trails up your spine stopping when he reaches the clip of your bra. He unclips it and it falls off your body landing on the arm of the couch, in front of you. 

You look back to him, with challenging eyes. “I’ll believe it when I feel it, Jakey.” 

He reaches his hand around the front of your body and grips your throat in his large hand, pulling you up into his chest, your ear right next to his lips. 

“Are you really going to fucking talk to me like that? Don't make things worse for yourself babygirl, or else you won’t be able to ‘practice’ with my pussy of a brother. That would make you just so sad wouldn’t it?” He pushes your head back down towards the arm of the couch.

“He’s got too many emotions in that head of his.” Jake says as you feel his hands move to his pants, releasing himself. “You need someone whos gonna fuck you like the whore you are and leave, right? I’ll give you that baby, whatever you could ever want, no strings attached. I’ll be your dirty little secret, y/n.” 

He begins to line himself up, teasing your entrance. 

“And I’ll be your little secret Jake, when you say the word I’ll be here. I’ll be here, fucking you whenever you want, however you want.” He groans behind you, his tip pressing in a little further.

“And Jake…your brother cannot find out about this, or else this will be over, and you won’t be able to fuck this sweet pussy anymore.” You say with a smooth cadence. 

“God damn, baby. Our secret, our little secret..” Without any warning, he slams his throbbing cock so deep into your wet cunt. He allows you to adjust for a moment before you start to feel his dick drag against your soft walls. 

“Oh fuck, y/n. I will keep this secret for as long as I get to fuck this gorgeous pussy. You feel like velvet baby.” His fingers grip deep into the sides of your hips, pulling you back against him. Sounds of skin clapping fill the room.  A high pitched moan floats by your lips and Jake notices right away.

“Feel good, baby?” He continues to fuck into you reaching around your body to grab your tit in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Feels so good, Jake. Josh could never fill me up the way you do. OH FUCK!” Your hands grip around the arm of the couch. You reach over and grab the decorative pillow laying on one of the cushions and nuzzle your face into it, in an attempt to muffle your moans. 

You feel his free hand wrap around your hair, pulling your face out of the pillow, as he picks up the pace. “Don’t muffle those beautiful moans baby, I wanna hear you, all of you. I need to know how good I’m making you feel.” His hand that was on your tit begins to travel down your stomach and nuzzle itself between your slick folds, rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

Oh fuck. If he keeps this up you’ll be finishing in record time, but you wanted to last longer. 

You push yourself up on the couch, standing up. You turn yourself around and push him to sit on the couch. “When’s Josh getting back?”

“I don't know, but that's what makes it all the more exciting, doesn’t it? He'll get a little taste of what it was like after I walked in on you guys.” You begin to pull his pants fully off. “He probably did it on fucking purpose, he knew how I felt about you. How badly I wanted that moment with you, but now I have it. So I hope he fucking comes in, seeing me with ‘his’ girl.” 

“You’re a fucking slut Jake. I like that. I like my men a little slutty.” You straddle him, lining yourself up with his cock, sitting down on it. You hear a whimper escape his mouth. 

“You like that baby, you like being told that you're a slut, because guess what…you are. Getting in the way of your brother's situationship for a little pussy. You barely got a taste of what I can do, and I already have you pussy whipped.” You taunt him, your hands traveling up to his neck, applying a little pressure. 

“You’re so fucking hot y/n. You have such a fucking hold on me, you could tell me to do or say anything and I’d do it.” His head falling back against the couch, eyes rolling back into his skull. His fingers dig harshly into your hips, most definitely making marks. 

As you begin to bounce up and down you brace yourself on the back of the couch, letting your body lose control and melt into him.

He reaches to you, holding your tits from bouncing up and down. “Look at these pretty titties, they're so perfect just like the rest of you, baby.” He leans his head down to attach his lips to your chest, sucking purple marks into your flushed skin. His mouth travels down a little further, sucking a nipple between his teeth, gently biting. You feel that familiar knot in your stomach forming. 

“Jake… I don’t know how much longer I can go, feels too good.” You whine into his ear.

“Me too, baby. Cum for me, soak my cock. I know you want it, I want it- Fuck. Baby. I’m gon- I’m gonna cum, cum with me, please. Let me fill you up.” Jake’s voice is filled with desperation, sending you over your edge. 

“Oh God, Jake. Holy fuck!” Your release washes over you in waves of pure bliss, your vision going white. You feel Jake release into your cunt. When you finally come down from your high you feel a small puddle of wetness beneath you, you look down to see what it is and look back up to make eye contact with Jake. 

“That's so good, baby. Such a good girl, squirting on my cock.” His finger dips down between the two of you into the puddle of your and his cum. He collects it on his pointer and middle finger and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers. “You want a taste, baby?” His fingers dip back down, gathering more, this time slipping his fingers past your lips. Continuing to buck up into you, getting a couple last thrusts, the overstimulation beginning to kick in. 

You let out a content sigh and a little hm, as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “We taste so good together.” You admit to him leaning in to kiss him deeply. As you get up off him, you bend over to grab your clothing off the ground and feel a hard slap against your ass. You turn around to face him with a fake offended look plastered across your face. He pulls you in by your waist to kiss you once again. As you pull away you begin to pull your undergarments back on. 

“You should just leave your clothing off and stay over tonight.” He says grabbing your clothing, throwing them onto the chair, pulling you in to grab your ass, nuzzling his face into your neck licking up to your jawline.

You push him off playfully going for your clothing yet again. He begins to pull his pants back on, deciding to leave his shirt off. “You know I can’t stay over. Did you not process anything that was just said about this secret?”

“Oh trust me I processed every moment of it, verbal and physical. Just thinking about it makes me want more. How about another round?” He said once again reaching for your now clothed ass, but that didn’t stop him from going beneath the fabric and grabbing your bare cheeks.

“Well you’ll have to wait for more next time, you think you can do that and keep our little secret?” Your hand trails down to his pants, rubbing your finger in between him and his waistband.

He looks down to your hand smirking at the sight. “This isn’t helping, you better watch yourself or next time it will be not just one round but two, maybe even three if you’re lucky.”

You push him back and go to grab your belt bag. “You're already leaving y/n?”

“Yes, I’m not facing Josh after what just happened. I’m texting him, he’s not finding out I was here. Got it?”

He nods before walking you to the door. “I know it's silly to ask after all that happened but can I have your number, you know to set up next time.” 

“Sure, but don't put me in there as y/n. Change it to something else.” You grab his phone, putting your number in and leaving the name blank, him doing the same to yours. When you hand it back Jake immediately has a name to put in the phone. “What did you make the name for?” He turns the phone to you.

Squirt. What the fuck. It seems innocent at first but knowing the context makes it much worse. 

“Oh,” your cheeks turn beet red at the sight of his contact name for you. 

“Pretty creative don’t you think? Is that the first time you’ve done that?” 

“I mean yeah but I don’t mind, it felt so so good.” You go to hug him, biting into his bicep playfully. 

“You’re so fucking hot you know that? A beautiful girl, inside and out.”

You lift your head up to kiss him once more before leaving. “I’ll see you soon Jakey.” You wink to him and motion to zip your lips before leaving out the door. 

Your mind was filled with thoughts of the unexpected night as you just had as you walked back to the dorm. When you finally get back to your dorm you go straight to your room, trying not to run into Charlotte. When you sit onto your bed you check your message notifications expecting it to be from Jake but it wasn’t it was from Josh.

11:14pm Josh: Hey y/n, I wanted to say sorry for the way I have been acting. I know that from the beginning this was all for the show and I let my feelings get in between that. I should have said something sooner instead of freaking out about it in front of your roommate. If you wanna go back to how things were before I’m totally down, if nothing else becomes of this that's also okay. Just know that, no matter what, I want to be friends and I’m glad something has become of this musical. Whether this ever becomes something or not doesn’t matter, even though one day I hope you see me as more than just a friend. I’ll see you tomorrow. Gn😊.

You’ve got to be fucking me. You're the worst person to ever exist. After everything you did tonight he finally wants to apologize. You're an awful friend. But tonight was something you never experienced before, something you didn’t really regret. 

11:18pm y/n: It’s okay Josh, I'm sorry too. Let's work on getting this show back together and then we can figure everything else out. Have a good night, see you soon 😊.

You feel awful lying to him, but it's not like he asked, ‘hey did you fuck my brother tonight?’ So technically you're not lying, and you and Josh weren’t dating so it doesn't matter who you slept with. But the average person would probably be mad if they found out you were sleeping with their sibling. 

There were too many thoughts and you knew that was your signal to end the night. You plug your charger into your phone, falling asleep in your outfit that was just taken off by the twin brother of the boy’s heart you just broke.

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Fraternity Fever

JAKE X READER

Chapter 3

CW: Cussing, Oral both receiving, Marijuana, Alcohol, sexual intercourse, intoxication, fingering , protected sex

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Y/N POV

As soon as you left the bathroom, you ran straight to Jayden.

“Why the fuck were you taking so long? Were you shitting at the frat party?!” Jayden said, clearly a little frustrated that you had disappeared. You took the last sip of your White Claw and turned to her.

“I need something stronger,” you grabbed her hand and pulled her to the jungle juice.

“Y/N you're sure you want to do that? You didn’t have a good time yesterday!” she warned you. But you didn’t care. You wanted to forget about Jake. You wanted to completely erase him from your mind. So, you grabbed a cup and filled it up to the brim with jungle juice, quickly chugging it. Some of the juice ran down your neck, causing your skin to shine in the lights. All of a sudden, you felt Jake’s eyes staring at you. You smirked before grabbing another cupful. Leaving the red, sticky liquid dripping down your neck. You made eye contact with him before taking a huge sip and licking your lips.

“Jesus Y/N, calm down,” Jayden warned. “I am going to go dance, come with me if you want. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” she said with a wink. She then disappeared into the crowd. You finished your second cup, and began to fill up a third. You then snaked your way through the crowd to Jayden. She was dancing with a bunch of her sorority sisters. Despite not knowing them all too well, you joined her. The drinks were flowing and you were feeling yourself. You knew that Jake’s brothers had their eyes on you, but you only wanted him. You drank more than you ever had. This night was going to be interesting. You watched as Danny and Sam were released from their door duties by other pledges, Danny making his way across the room, and grabbing two beers.

Jake POV

As you sat against the counter, Y/N caught your attention, stood on top of the fireplace. Before you could move, Sam had gotten to her - lifting her down.

You didn’t know what had come over you, but you knew that you had to get Y/N away from Sam. Why were you feeling this way about her? Before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself barrelling through the crowded room to Sam and Y/N, grabbing her by the wrist.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you spoke, glaring at your younger brother.

“I’m just having a little fun! What’s up your ass?” he replied, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“You know what? I’ll deal with you later, Y/N, come on.” You held her wrist tightly, walking her through the crowd to the stairway.

“What the fuck Jake!” she shouted. You didn’t stop taking her up the stairs and closer to your room. “Jake what is your issue?!” She squealed. You then turn around, your eyes focused on her.

“Jesus, you can not handle your alcohol, can you Y/N? You’re making a fool of yourself.”

She looked up at you, confused.

“Why the fuck do you care what I do Jake? You hate me, right? Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to tell me? You obviously don’t want me anywhere near you, so why the fuck do you care?”

You didn’t know how you felt about her, but you did know that she was too drunk to have this conversation right now.

You continued to your room. Dodging drunk party goers as you walked. Finally making your way to the room, you let her in and locked the door behind you.

Y/N POV

What the fuck was he doing? What the fuck were YOU doing? You just wanted to forget about him, but here you were, stood in his room, watching him seething at you.

“Sit,” he ordered, his voice low as he pointed towards the couch that he had slept on the night before. You obliged, making your way towards the couch, and sitting down, crossing your hands across your lap. You found yourself unable to look at him - you couldn’t figure out what you were feeling, shame? You could feel his eyes on you, before his palm made its way under your chin, lifting your face up. You kept your eyes firmly placed on the floor, not knowing what would happen if you looked at him.

“Fucking look at me,” he hummed, not bothering to crouch down to your level. You did as you were told, looking into his eyes.

“Just tell me what you fucking want, Jake, just spit it out! One second I’m in your bed, the next you’re degrading me, and the next we’re hidden in the bathroom with your hands all fucking over me. So tell me!” you yelled, unable to control the tears that began to flow from your eyes, no doubt spoiling your makeup.

Jake POV

You looked at her, slightly taken aback by her sudden outburst.

“I don’t fucking want you,” you growled, crouching down slightly. “But Sam, of all people, CAN’T have you. Nobody can.” You didn’t understand how those words could come out of your mouth - telling her that you didn’t want her, yet still, she was yours. “You’re nothing to me. I don’t care if you’re going to make yourself out to be a fool in front of everyone, but don’t drag my fucking brother into it,” you continued, as the tears flowed. You took a moment to wipe your thumb over her cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’m not spending another night taking care of you.” You watched her as she stood, pushing your hand away from her. As soon as she began to speak, sirens. The lights illuminated the room in a mixture of blue and red. “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” you spoke, looking around the room in a panic. She tried to make her way to the door, before your hands wrapped around her waist. “You’re going to fucking get arrested, sit down and wait. I’ll be back in a minute, we’ll finish this then.”

She did as she was told, sitting down onto the bed, and folding her arms across her chest.

As you made your way downstairs, you could feel the panic in the air, people scrambling out the back door, trying to climb over tables, pulling their clothes on as fast as they could. It wasn’t the first time that you had had the police at your door. You quickly did a headcount as people were chased through the lawn. Jayden, Danny, Josh. Jayden, Danny, Josh. Fuck.

Finding a lawn chair to stand on, you looked over the crowd, seeing Josh speaking to one of the officers, clearly working his magic as the other man nodded along. Where the fuck was Sam?

You scrambled your way through the house, checking the bathroom, the basement, his room, every other room, but to no avail.

As you were making your way over to Danny, intending to ask him where he had gone, your phone began to vibrate. Unknown number.

Raising it to your ear, a meek voice spoke.

“Hey, uh..Jake?”

“Where the fuck are you?” you replied, recognising the voice to be your youngest brother.

“At the station, long story. Can you come get me, please? Don’t tell Josh,” he was quiet, as if he was afraid of your reaction.

“Okay, I’m coming.”

You pushed your phone back into your pocket, the shock had sobered you, managing to grab your keys. It was only a short drive to the station, one of the only good things about it. As you opened the door, there he sat - Sam, a busted lip adorning his face.

“What the fuck happened to you?” you asked, looking at him. He looked to the ground. You’d never seen him this nervous before.

“Well after you yelled at me I was back on the door, this dude came up and tried to come in. I told him that he needed at least three girls with him because of the ratio, like you said. Then the dude punched me! Obviously I punched him back, but right after I hit him he pulled out his fucking badge.”

“Fuck dude, that is so wrong.” You were taken aback. You knew Sam could fight but he didn’t usually want to.

You sighed. “Well dude I am going to get you out of here but you are going to have to tell Josh before he sees the mugshot.”

“Alright, thank you Jake,“ he sighed as you left him and went to the counter. You paid the lady the bail for him, more than you would have admitted to Josh, and waited for him to be let out.

Y/N POV

As you sat on Jake’s bed, you thought about how you got yourself into this situation. All of a sudden, your mind felt more clear. What had he meant when he said he didn’t want you, but nobody else could have you? You couldn’t figure out how, or why, he could be so cruel to you. As your mind raced, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, opening a message from Jayden.

Jayden: Where the fuck are you?

You: I am still in the house.

Jayden: Why the fuck are you still in the house? You’re literally ASKING to be arrested.

You: I’m in Jake’s room. I’m fine.

Jayden: You’re in his room again? Were you two hooking up? Yess girl get that dick!

You: We were absolutely NOT hooking up. Just talking.

Jayden: I don’t get it, you’re alone in Jake's room twice and you haven’t hooked up?

You: Yeah?

Jayden: Wow… Well I am going to bed. See ya in the morning

You: Goodnight

You shut your phone off, and started to walk around his room. Learning more about him than he would ever tell you. You found a shelf full of books, grabbing one that looked well loved and taking it to the couch. You sat and opened the book. If you were going to be waiting for him, you might as well entertain yourself.

You paged through the book, nothing exactly catching your attention until you began chapter three, finding a polaroid hidden between the pages. As you studied it, you noticed a slightly younger Jake. He was smiling, and with a brunette - she was beautiful, and he seemed happy. Not wanting to get caught snooping, you placed the picture back between the pages, before returning the book back to its rightful place. By now, it was 4AM. That didn’t make sense - the cops had been gone for at least two hours now, what was he doing? It was 4AM, it has been three hours since Jake left you in his room.

Jake POV

As you and Sam walked to your Jeep, you remembered how long it had been since you had left Y/N in your room. You found yourself wondering if she would still be there when you got home, whether she had stayed up for you.

“You are really lucky he threw the first punch. An underage charge is easy to deal with but assaulting an officer isn’t,” you stated, turning your head to look at him for a moment.

“I know, I know, I promise that I’ll pay you back..” he replied, clearly embarrassed about this whole situation.

You couldn’t believe how fast the house had been emptied, it was beyond quiet. You ran your hand through your long hair as you stepped through the door. Walking up the stairs with Sam, you found yourself standing outside Josh’s door.

“I would tell Josh now. You know he checks the mugshots as soon as he wakes up the morning after a party gets shut down.”

He nodded, and gently rapped on his door. You couldn’t tell who was more nervous, you or him. As you opened the door you were pleasantly surprised that Y/N was still there, waiting on the couch.

“Where the fuck were you? I was just about to leave.” She sounded angry, and had definitely sobered up.

“I don’t know why you need to know,” you quickly quipped back. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. Her eyes were like knives, staring up at you.

“You know what, Jake? If you’re just going to be a dick again, I am going to go.” She turned to leave and without any thought, you grabbed her wrist.

“You can't walk back to your dorm right now, it’s not safe.”

“Why do you care?” she said with a sigh.

“Because I do….” Did I just admit I care about her?

“Fine, I'll sleep on the couch,” she said, huffing.

“No, don't sleep on the couch. Sleep on the bed. I’ll keep to myself, promise, ” you offer. She shook her head, her hair falling over her face.

“Fine, but you can't cross this line,” she huffed, dragging her hand down the middle of the bed.

“Yes ma’am,” you joke as you climb into bed. This was the first time that you’d had a girl in your bed that you actually cared for in the last three years. You wouldn’t let yourself fall asleep until you knew she was asleep. She was so beautiful, so close, yet still so far.

Y/N POV

As the warm sun hit your face, you yawned your exhaustion away. You found yourself tangled up in a pair of strong arms. You could admit you liked it until you realized who they belonged to. Jake. You turned your head to look at him. He was so peaceful, so at ease, but you couldn’t have this happen.

You nudged him. “Jake. Jake!”

“It's too early,” he replied, not bothering to open his eyes. You tried again and this time he seems to wake up.

“Oh shit, what time is it?!” He basically jumps out of the bed.

You check your phone. “It's 8:30.”

“So it’s early. Sorry for breaking my promise last night,” he said as he combed his fingers through his beautiful hair, pushing it away from his face.

“It's no big deal,” you replied, knowing that all you wanted was for him to hold you again. You caught his big brown eyes staring at your lips.

This morning felt different. You could feel the tension building between you. Both wanting to act on your feelings, but not wanting to show the other how you felt. Suddenly, you felt his hands pushing you towards the door, his lips crashing into yours. Your heart skipped a beat as you ran your hands through his hair. His hands once again made their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You brought your own hands down by his waist, fumbling to find his belt. He seemed to tense with excitement as you managed to undo his belt and grab him in your hand.

He moaned ever so softly as you began to kiss a trail from his neck to his chest. Making your way to your knees, you looked up at him as if to ask permission - his hands gave you all the motivation you needed. You slowly licked your way from the base to the tip, before fully taking him into in your mouth. He gasped, moving his hand to hold your hair. He gently pushed your head towards him, making you take all of him. As you moved your head back and forth, you could feel him hardening. His low moans signaled that he was getting close. Then, you heard your phone ringing. You decided to ignore it the first time, and the second. But when it rings again, you could tell he was fed up. He watched as you removed yourself from him, and answered your phone. Jayden.

“Hey Y/N! I'm locked out of the room and it has my Bio 305 project that's due in 15 minutes. Can you please come quickly!” She sounded nervous, almost frantic. “It is worth 25 percent of my grade!”

You looked back at him, catching his eye, before mouthing a “Sorry!”

“Yeah Jay, I am on my way,” you hung up the phone and quickly adjusted yourself.

“Can’t you finish?” Jake pleads, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“Sorry, I need to go,” you explained, making your way out the door and down the stairs. On your way through the kitchen you quickly greeted Josh, Sam, Danny and a couple other brothers and made your way out of the door and into the crisp autumn air, still in disbelief of what had just happened.

Jake POV

Pissed about the whole situation, you tucked yourself into your waistband and made your way down the stairs to get some coffee. You could feel all eyes on you when you finally got to the kitchen. Josh, of course, was the one to break the silence.

“So Jake, are you hooking up with Y/N? ‘Cause this is the first time in about three years you’ve had the same girl stay overnight twice in a row.” You watched as Sam almost choked on his coffee, and Danny tried to hold his laughter in. You rolled your eyes, shooting all three of them a look.

“No Josh, in fact we haven’t hooked up at all. Why are you meddling in my sex life?” you said, as you poured your coffee and joined them at the table.

Danny chimed in, then. “Jesus man, learn how to control your mood swings. Is it your time of the month, or something?” You noticed Sam trying his best to hold in what he was about to say. You turned your attention towards him, his eyes catching yours.

“Go on, Sam. Say what you want to say.”

He responded quickly, backing down. “I would, but I’m giving you a twenty four hour grace period for bailing me out. As a thank you, not because I want to.” He then stood up from the table, and headed towards the door, not wanting to get himself into more trouble.

“Look, you made Sam run away!” exclaimed Josh.

You took one more sip of your coffee, and got up. “Bye dumbasses. Gotta get to class.” You grabbed your bag from near the door and made your way towards campus.

Y/N POV

As you raced to the dorm room, your mind was filled with memories of the past 24 hours. The way that Jake had spoken to you, the way that he had handled you in the bathroom, the way that you were willing to wait up for him. The way that you had woken up. Oh God, the way that you had left him. You had an idea about how he would be feeling right now - probably close to the way that he had left you feeling after the bathroom - left hanging. Yeah, this was payback. What was he going to do about it?

You opened the door for Jayden, having never seen her so thankful in your life. As soon as she began her barrage of questions that you didn’t have the answers to, your phone vibrated.

JakeTKiszka: Library.

You opened the message, staring down at it for a moment, doing your best to prevent Jayden from peering over your shoulder. Oh, he was pissed.

“I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later?” you spoke, not waiting to hear her answer. You weren’t completely sure what you would say to him when you saw him - apologize? ask HIM to apologize? Either way, you were going to find out sooner rather than later.

The library was as quiet as always, for the beginning of the semester - most lecturers hadn’t covered enough content for there to be anything to study, but of course, Jake had to be different. You found him sat at one of the tables in the back, earphones in. You sat across from him, noticing how quickly he recognised your presence and pulled the earphones from his ears, practically slamming the laptop closed.

“So. Are you gonna tell me what was so important this morning?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You considered lying, maybe saying that Jayden had been in trouble, but decided against it, that boy had a way of getting things out of you.

“Uh.. Jayden locked herself out, she had some important assignment or something that she had to do and I had to let her in.”

His eyes shifted over you, taking you in. “And that was more important than me, I see. You spend so much time riding my dick I’m surprised you didn’t take the chance when you got it.”

You couldn’t help but blush for a moment, meeting his eyes. “I don’t.. what? No, I just-“ you stumbled over your words, unsure of what to say next. “I’m sorry.” you finished, slightly shrugging your shoulders.

“Come here,” he replied, patting the seat next to him.

Raising an eyebrow, you didn’t move. “What? Why?”

“You’re going to show me exactly how fucking sorry you are,” Jake hissed.

Jake POV

You watched her as she moved across the table, meekly sitting into the chair. She looked at you, clearly waiting for your next move. “Where are we?” you asked, a smirk making its way onto your lips.

“The library?” she replied, her face contorted into confusion.

“Good girl. And what’s the number one rule of the library?” As you spoke, you snuck your hand onto her thigh, your fingers slipping in under the fabric of her skirt. She gasped quietly, looking around the room. Moving your hand up further, you watched her lips part, a sharp inhale filling her lungs. “I asked you a question.”

“S- Stay quiet.” she replied. As soon as she had answered, you noticed her thighs falling apart from one another, a silent invitation.

You dipped a finger inside of her, only to the first knuckle, her head falling back. Sucking a quiet hiss through your teeth, you continued, placing your lips onto her neck, her soft skin raising to meet you. Her hands quickly became entangled in your hair, the strands welcoming her. As her nails scraped against your skin, you couldn’t stop the gentle groan that left your lips. Looking up at her, you noticed her head had fallen back, biting her lips to keep them shut. You pulled your tongue over her neck, sucking soft, purple marks onto it. Moving your hand slowly, you rested your thumb onto her already swollen clit, her hips instantly raising to meet you.

What a perfect sight, her hands gripping onto you for dear life, her skin showing pale bruises, her legs almost shaking. Moving your thumb in a figure-eight, she spoke once more.

“Please.. Don’t fucking stop”. Her voice was quivering, and you could tell that she was beginning to get close.

You obliged, gently pushing another finger into her, moving them in tandem. Suddenly, her grip on your hair became tighter, eliciting a low groan, before her hips moved up even further, a soft whine leaving her throat. As she rode it out, you removed your hand, pushing your laptop into your bag. Turning around to look at her, as you left, you placed your fingers into your mouth, pulling them through. You had never seen the expression that came across her face before, but you’d be damned if you didn’t see it again.

Y/N POV

After Jake left, you sat quietly in shock. What just happened? Am I dreaming? Was that real?

You pinched yourself, definitely real.You picked up your bag and quietly made your way out of the library. Did anyone hear you? You pulled out your phone, to find a direct message.

JakeTKiszka: Send me your number.

You did as you were told, almost immediately you got a new message.

845-975-4206: Hey gorgeous, don’t tell anyone about what just happened. This is between you and me. Got it?

You: got it :)

You quickly saved his contact. You couldn’t help but blush. Was this really happening?

You made your way back to the dorm. Once you got inside, you noticed Jayden waiting for you, ready to bombard you with questions.

“So, where did you go so quickly?” she asks.

“I had to go.. help my friend from biology with something,” you stuttered. She knew you were feeding her bullshit, but had decided she wasn’t going to call you out on it.

“Josh invited us to the Beer Grotto, if you want to go?” she asked.

“Oh you know I am so down.” You went directly to your closet, and picked out a cute crop top and some jeans. Perfect. Jayden then practically invites herself to do your hair and make up. She loves doing it and she is so much better than you. So it is a win-win!

“Wow. We are two pretty best friends,” Jayden chuckled, “Josh told me that we should meet him at the house so we can split the Uber,” she says as she finishes her look. “Are you ready?” she asked. You finish tying your white air forces and reply.

“Ready as I'll ever be!” Before you leave, you grab your fake ID and replace your real ID with it in your purse. You still had four months until you turned twenty-one.

You and Jayden walk the ten minutes to the Sigma house and meet Josh. You are surprised when you see Jake. He nods at you like nothing ever happened. You, Jayden, Josh, and Jake climb into the Uber. You can feel Jake’s eyes on you. And you couldn’t say you were doing any different. He looked so hot. His chest was exposed as he only buttoned up a fourth of his white button up.

“Are you excited? This place is the best! We are meeting some more brothers there. It should be fun!” he smiled at you.

“I am so excited,” you responded.

The Uber was only a four minute drive to the bar. You thanked the driver and showed your ID to the bouncer. You felt a little thrill when you got in. You feel a hand on your back.

“Hey, you want a drink ? My treat for your first time here,” Josh asks.

“Of course, can I get a vodka Redbull?”

“Coming right up my lady,” he jokes and heads up to the bar.

You joined Jayden, Jake and other members of Sigma Chi Rho on the dance floor. Josh comes back with drinks and you all are having a good time. Everyone takes turns buying rounds for the group and everyone is feeling their alcohol. After a couple hours of dancing and drinking, you get a text.

Jake: Hey want to get out of here? I will call an Uber.

Y/N: Sure, but will everyone notice?

Jake: Don’t worry about it. I will tell Josh and Jayden you are not feeling well and I am taking you home.

Y/N: Okay sounds good.

You chug the last of your drink and meet Jake at the door when the Uber is outside. You wonder why he asked you to go home with him.

Jake POV

As soon as Y/N accepts your offer you find Jayden and Josh and explain that she is not feeling well so you will be taking her home. They don’t care much, both are much too drunk to realize that you are leaving.

You head to the door and meet Y/N there. All you can think about is how gorgeous she is and how badly you want to taste her again. You open the door for her while you two get into the Uber. You place your hand on her thigh.

“Do you want to come up to my room when we get back?” you ask nervously.

“I would love to,” she replies as she presses her soft lips to your neck. “And what are we going to do?" she softly whispers in your ear. You feel yourself getting hard already.

“I feel like you already know but you have to promise to keep us your dirty little secret,” you whisper back while moving your hand further up her thigh. She nods in agreement.

As the Uber pulls up to the house you grab her hand and take her inside past Sam and Danny passed out on the couch, up the stairs. Once you got up the stairs her soft lips crashed into yours. You felt yourself intoxicated by her. You grabbed her thighs and picked her up so her legs were wrapped around your waist. With your lips still crashing together, you enter your room and make sure you lock the door. Once you are in your room, you throw her on your bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asks once you catch a breath. Removing her shirt to reveal a lacey black bra.

“I have never wanted to do anything more,” you answer, climbing over her and crashing your lips into her. You feel her hands running through your hair. Your hands run down her body and unbutton her jeans slipping them down her legs. You reach down and plunge a finger into her heat. A soft moan leaves her lips. The kiss turns needy, inviting you to go further. You feel her fingernails imprinting on your back. You slip your middle and ring finger into her while using your thumb to tease her clit.

“Are you going to be my little slut?” you growl quietly into her ear. You curl your fingers hitting her g spot.

“Fuck yes,” she hisses and she rides your fingers.

You kiss your way down to her stomach and push her thighs apart. Kissing her inner thigh, you feel her hand reaching for your hair. You wanted to hear your name come from her lips. You softly kissed her swollen clit. Her eyes roll back as you find yourself gently sucking and flicking against her. She starts to arch into you. You groan as you notice yourself getting harder. Her grasp now tugging on your long brown hair.

As your tongue enters her folds and nose tickles her clit, you hear your name come from her lips.You waste no time getting harder, faster as she grinds her hips against you riding the wave of energy. You separate yourself from her.

“Damn you taste good; almost as good as my name sounds coming out of your mouth,” you say as you find yourself face to face again. You crash your lips into hers as your kiss becomes needier as you feel her grabbing you.

Y/N POV

You hardly believe what is happening right now. Your lips are crashing into his soft lips as you glide your fingers over his hardened cock. You grind against his jeans as your fingers field with his belt. He then brings his hand to your throat and brings himself closer to your ear. You feel his breath against your ear.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he hisses with a smirk on his face. You answer with a nod feeling your breath hitch. With one hand on your neck, he uses the other to undo his belt and pull his jeans off, throwing them on the floor half hazardously. He positions himself in between your legs.

In between kisses you stop and ask, “Jake do you have a condom?”

“Of course I do babe,” he responds as he reaches for the bedside table, opening the drawer and taking out the foil packaging. He strokes his cock while he uses his lips to help him open the package. He then unrolls the latex on himself. He teases you as he drags himself across your opening. You gasp as he finally penetrates your opening.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so fucking good,” he says as a moan escaped his lips. He crashes into your lips placing one hand next to your head to steady himself and the other cupping your breast.

“Damn that’s all I gotta do to make you moan?” He chuckled. He then grabbed your throat, pushing his fingertips into the bruises that he had left earlier, and stopped. “You gotta say my name if you want anymore. Prove to me that you are my little slut. Mine, and only mine.” He hissed.

You could feel your face starting to turn red and begged “Jake please…”

He interrupted you “I want to know you are mine. Only mine.”

You try again “Jake please, I am yours and only yours.”

“Good girl,” he growls and moves both his hands to the dips of your hips. At first he thrusts slowly and gently.

“Jake harder, please,” begging for him to rip you in half. He smirks, that's all he needed. He starts thrusting harder and faster and you feel yourself slipping into ecstasy. Your heat gets wetter as he continues.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are so fucking sexy,” he moans. You grab the sheets and start to scream his name as his hand covers your mouth.

“Y/N, if you can’t be quiet, I will make you be quiet.” He commands. His rhythm gets faster and stronger and you feel him tense inside of you. He then collapses on top of you, sweaty but sexy. You knew he had hooked up with a lot of other girls, but you could tell by looking in his eyes this was different.

“Fuck Y/N, I might have to keep you around,” he chuckled as he placed a quick peck on your forehead. You both hopped up and cleaned yourselves up. You still were reeling about what just happened.

Jake POV

You fell asleep that night with her tucked under your arms, her head resting on your collarbone. You felt safe with her, in that moment - like you could tell her anything. You had been tempted to tell her your story, why you were like this, why you had behaved the way that you had, but decided against it. You didn’t know if she was ready to hear it, and you didn’t know if you were ready to relive it.

The morning was blissful - being the first one to wake, a moment of confusion, before relaxing once again, placing a soft kiss onto her forehead. Her eyes opened silently, as she took in the situation.

“Jake- I- Here we are again, huh?” she joked, looking up at you. You huffed slightly, before nodding.

“Yup, here we are again, but this time there’s nowhere that I’d rather be.” Checking the time on your phone, you decided that it was time to get up, regardless of how badly you just wanted to stay here, with her.

You made sure that she was alright from the night before, running your hands over her skin as she dressed. You simply threw on the usual outfit, but she still managed to look at you like it was her first time seeing you - wonder in her eyes, as if she had just discovered magic.

Making your way downstairs, it was quiet, assuming that everyone was still asleep. You hadn’t heard them come in last night but knowing Josh, you assumed that it had been a late one. You brewed two cups of coffee, handing her one before making your way over to the living room couch. She sat next to you, closer than usual, her hand gently resting on your thigh. You didn’t move it, instead, wrapping your arm around her shoulder, pulling her even closer into you. She sighed happily, taking a sip of her coffee.

The morning flew by quicker than expected, and you had packed both of your bags into your Jeep, making your way to the campus. You had managed to bag a spot in the front, walking over to open her door for her. As she stepped out, you watched her, taking her hand in your own. She followed beside you as you passed the dining hall, watching over the crowd that had just finished their breakfast. Following her gaze, a familiar face caught your eye. Sam stood with Danny, staring at you.

You couldn’t help the reflexes that took over, instinctively dropping her hand. You didn’t want them to know, not yet. She looked up at you in surprise, perhaps having not seen them. At least, you hoped that she didn’t.

“Everything okay?” she questioned, her voice quiet.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.”

You quickened the pace slightly, finally making your way into the campus.

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