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Compound Compliance IX

Pairings: Reader x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Drug use, Alcohol use, Weapons, Gore, Blood, Death, Apocalyptic References, Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Mental Illness

This chapter comes with an extra warning for graphic sex content. Minors, please for the love of the Master, scroll away now.

Chapter Eight, Chapter Ten

Taglist: @jakesgrapejuice @sacredjake @malany-gvf

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter Nine

“Bennett?” She said, her voice startled and frenzied. She turned her body around to face her brother who had his eyes half opened, the lids of his eyes heavy and covered in sweat.

She got up from her spot and made her way to the other side of the bed, where what was left of his arm lay lifeless.

“Jake?” Bennett said, his pupils tracing the two of them slowly as he regained consciousness. It was like he was experiencing everything in slow motion, his mind taking its time to process being awake.

“Hey man,” Jake whispered, standing off the bed and crouched down at the side of the bed so that his face was level with her brothers. “How was your nap?” Jake finished, laying his hand on Bennett’s cheek and giving his face a couple of light slaps.

“Where… what…” He tried to come up with words, but multiple questions pierced his mind, making it hard to just ask one. Jake held his attention while Y/N stood up and moved around the room, grabbing water and their homemade pain medication. Her actions were frantic, her breath picking up in her throat as she moved about.

“What? You don’t remember your own bedroom?” Jake joked, standing up and motioning for Y/N to come over.

She worked diligently, grabbing some spare rags and splashing some water on them, making them damp and cool. Walking back over to her brother, she gently stood behind Jake and tapped his shoulder. He moved out of her way as she placed the items on the nightstand next to the bed.

“I’ll go get the others!” She said, a sudden rush of nerves hitting her as she approached her brother. Her movements were sporadic as she turned her back to Bennett and rushed to the bedroom door. She didn’t get far, Jake moving in unison, his hand grabbing her hip, putting her movements to a stop.

“I’ll get the others,” he said, giving her a small crooked smile. “Be with your brother.” He said, releasing his hand and walking out of the room. Her eyes watched Jake retreat from the room, a small nervous smile holding her in her place.

A squeak of the bed pulled her back to reality, making her turn on her heel to face her waking brother. What she didn't expect to find was him actively trying to sit up. The lack of stability on his left side confusing him back to his laid state.

“Hey, let me help you.” She said gently, moving back to his left side and ever so lightly pushing her hand in between the bed and his back, giving him the help he needed to sit up. He winced as he tightened his stomach muscles, the quick motion making him exhausted all over again.

“Maybe you should just lay down, huh?” She said, grabbing his attention. As his gaze fixed on her, his eyes widened. It was like he had finally realized that she was actually there, and not a fever dream hallucination. She watched as his scarred face contorted into an array of emotions, ranging from fear, confusion, and pain, all in a matter of seconds.

His breath was leaving his parted lips wildly, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of his presumably dead little sister. His gaze tore through her, as if he was looking into her thoughts and watching the moving pictures of memories behind her eyes. The moisture on his eyes and forehead moved its way down his extremities, making his whole body shiver and form little bumps on his skin.

“Ben?” Y/N asked, her worry clear in her voice. She kept hold of him as his eyes softened a bit, finally grasping that it was in fact his sister that he was looking at. His gaze traveled up and down her frame, taking in how much she had changed over the years. He noted her long hair and her sunken cheeks, the mange of hunger showing strong on her tired features.

She could see the exhaustion pulling at him as he finally eased in her grip, falling back on the bed. She sat on the bed next to him once again as he tried to find a comfortable lying position. She smiled down at him as he did her, letting himself relax in her presence. In the quiet, they sat there together for a short while, taking each other in. No words exchanged, both of them being so enamored by the situation that no words seemed to fit.

And in a split second, the peace was gone. Y/N watched as her brother's eyes were washed of their previous calm and replaced with a petrifying fear. The movement of the remains of his lost appendage pulled her attention away from his face. She watched what was left of his arm wiggle slightly, the movement small.

“I… I can’t feel my arm” he whispered. His words took both of them by surprise. Y/N couldn’t help the pang of guilt she felt for him at that moment. His eyes never moving from her face, he probably hadn’t even realized that his arm was now missing.

Instead of using her words, she only nodded at him, as if he had said something as minimal as the current weather conditions. Her eyes cast down, away from his face and to his tattered arm, hoping that he would follow suit. He didn’t though. His eyes never moved down, but instead, lingered anywhere but the arm. His eyes moved about the room, taking in the dusty four walls that were so familiar to him.

“This place hasn’t changed at all.” He muttered, his voice shallow. He moved his head as he looked at his old dresser and desk, still covered in all of his old things. “I figured you would have made my room into a gym or something” He huffed out, causing Y/N to laugh above him. She knew he was deflecting, possibly trying to buy himself time. Peaceful time. Time in which he was still ignorant to the state of his own arm.

“Well, I tried to bring the treadmill up here, but it wouldn’t fit through the damn door.” She laughed at her own joke, as did her brother. Keeping up with the bit, Bennett lifted his intact arm and snapped his fingers.

“Rats!” He said in time with his snap. They both laughed, the sounds of their conjoined giggles sounding so sweet. Sweet as the sun on the day that he left. Coxed in the bitter heat but still so warm and inviting, impossible not to bathe in and enjoy. As the splendid sound died down, the silence grew, but it didn’t last long.

“It’s gone, isn’t it?” He spoke solemnly, not even looking at Y/N as he did. She sucked in a harsh breath at the rhetorical question. She knew he already knew the answer to his question.

“We didn’t have a choice, by the time they got you here, the arm, your arm was…” Her voice trailed off as she watched his eyes close tightly. His nose was scrunched and his bottom lip quivered. “I’m sorry, Benny.” She said, grabbing his free hand with hers and squeezing it. He didn’t say anything as the door behind them opened, letting in multiple other voices into the dark lit room.

“Bennett!” Their younger sister’s voice rang through the room, the sound of her excitement a deep contrast to the mood of the room. She rushed over to them, kneeing in front of the bed so that Bennett didn’t not have to strain to see her. “You’re awake!” She noted, finally taking his eyes with hers.

Y/N watched as Bennett mustered a small smile, the corners of his mouth twitching as if the facial expression was hurting him. Her brows leaned down on her face as she watched Amelia try and comfort him. Her little hands pushed his long hair out of his face, and her head turned to the side in sympathy.

The silence stood as the group watched the three siblings embrace one another. The soft sobs coming from all three of them as their chests ached. The tightness in their hearts knowing that the lot of them were finally back together, but under what circumstances? Amelia spoke up first.

“Are you in pain?” She asked him directly, her eyes quickly moving to her sisters, not even letting Bennett answer. “Did you already have him take his medicine?” She asked Y/N, standing up and looking around the room for the medication.

“Mel, I’m fine.” Bennett answered, again trying to reach for his youngest sister before the daunting realization hit him all over again. The solem in his features ran through him once again and all that was left of his face was pain. In the dark of the room, the others didn’t see the stay tear that ran down his cheek, but his sisters did. The only thing they could do was follow suit, letting their tears flow freely for him and his new reality.

Mel again crouched in front of her brother, wiping away the dampness on his face. He had crumbled. His breath staggered as he breathed through his thoughts. Thoughts of Carter, and what she would do if she were here. How she would comfort him, as he did her in her last moments. The fear in her eyes washed away as he kissed the tears off of her bloody face. The searing phantom pain that he felt in his arm was nowhere near the pain she felt in her last breath of life.

The girls watched their strong brother wilt, the water streaming down his face and onto the blood stained sheets. His hair was damp with sweat and water from Mel having washed it a couple of hours previous. The rows of bandages that covered most of his bare chest and shoulder also damp from his surroundings.

The two girls looked at one another as they watched their brother close his eyes once again, the exhaustion of his sobs pulling him into a sleep filled with his lost love. The only place he could seem to find her again.

“I’ll take watch. I want to be with him right now. You should go sleep.” Mel said, standing up straight and walking to the other side of the bed to plant herself into the vacant chair. Y/N stood up off of the bed and finally saw the group of people that had formed by the door. The only one missing was Jake. His silhouette missing from the group of their sorrow faced friends.

“No, it’s alright. I can stay with him.” She said, following her sister to the other side of the bed. She came up behind her sister and wrapped her arms around her thin stature. Her arms lazily looped around her shoulders from behind and gave her a quick squeeze while kneeling and resting her chin on her shoulder.

“No really, I haven’t been able to sleep all night, I might as well just stay up. Plus it’s almost dawn anyway. You should get some rest.” Mel placed her hands on her sister’s, still wrapped in her embrace from behind. Y/N leaned her head against her sisters and closed her eyes. Breathing in the musty air as she replayed her brother's words in her head.

“Alright.” Y/N said, lifting off of her sister and walked away from them both, sighing loudly as she looked up at the others. Her eyes met Danny’s first, a soft smile playing at him as she passed. The group moved out of her way as she walked through the door and out into the hall. Sammy, being the gentleman that he was, held the door open for her and walked out of the room with her. She smiled up at him as he looked down at her, concern written on his features.

“He’s awake.” He started, his voice sounding surprised at the words that came out. “I honestly can’t believe it.” He finished, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N had learned that the Kiszka’s must have picked that up from their father.

“I know, I was there.” She tried to laugh, but her voice cracked instead. Sam didn’t wait for her next words, but jumped into action, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her into a hug. She was stunned at first, but his comfort eased her aches and her racing mind. She knew her brother was never going to be the same and the discouragement on her features was apparent to everyone, including Sammy.

“He’s going to be okay, I promise.” He said, slightly lifting her off of the floor as he mumbled into her neck. She followed his movements, wrapping her arms around his neck and securing him tightly against her. She held onto his hair as he rubbed soothing circles into her back. He was so naturally calm with her. His actions spoke so much louder than any of his words.

They both pulled away in unison, Sam’s hands raising from her waist to her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. In the unlit hall, he pulled her eyes into his direction, capturing her thoughts. Her breath hitched as he slowly placed a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin far longer than a kiss of innocence. No, this kiss was different from the ones he had given her previously. Their tender moments always felt kind and nurturing, but not this one. This one spoke words of intimacy and genuine care, one only a lover's comfort could give.

Once his lips left her skin, he replaced it with his own forehead, again seeking the attention of her eyes with his. Her face still gently being held by his big hands, his mouth was mere inches from hers and he bore deeply into her eyes.

“You know where I sleep, if you need me.” He said, reluctantly pulling himself away from her and turning around to walk to his own bedroom. She stood there for a minute, taking him in as he walked back into where he came out of. His lips lingered on her skin as the heat from him began to fade.

As the door to Sam’s room closed, the silence of the hallway slowly withdrew the voices in Bennett’s room. She could hear the remaining people talking to Amelia about Bennett, discussing his care, now that he had finally awoken.

Her brows frowned as her mind raced. She placed her palm to her now vacant forehead and breathed in deeply. He was so kind and so uncomplicated. He was so sweet and gentle. His nature being so good for her. Her cheeks heated as she thought of the implications of his words.

Not letting herself think too much about his offer, she turned on her heel and walked to her room. Her feet felt heavy on the creaky wooden floor boards as she walked the length of the hall. Not wanting to waste any time, her fingers wrapped around the dingy door knob and pushed the door open.

And there he was. Sitting on her bed, his elbows resting on his knees and his head sunken into the direction of his lap. His hair was pulled out of his face with half of it in a bun and the other laying gracefully on his shoulders. The sound of the door pulled him from his thoughts and he raised his head. He stood as their eyes met, a small smile creeping on her mouth as he began to move forward.

Any thoughts of Sam vanished as he met her in the middle of her room. He pulled her close to him, sitting his hands on her lower back and pulling her into his embrace. She laced her fingers into his hair, pulling his face to hers and meeting in the middle. He was so soft with her, holding her as if she were a fragile leaf, ready to be blown away from the breeze at any moment.

He pulled her close, their chests pressed together tightly. His hands roamed the expansive her back as he finally had her back in his grasp. Whether she knew or not, as soon as he left the room to alert the others, he was already starved of her. An expensive hole spread through his chest as soon as he left the room. Being separated from her just wasn’t an option anymore.

“Are you okay?” He asked in between kisses, dotting them all around her face, particularly the wet spots he felt on her reddened cheeks. She hummed as she melted into him, her legs instantly feeling weak under her. She only nodded as she desperately searched for his lips on hers again.

She couldn’t help the fluttery feeling in her stomach at the thought of his question. Was she okay? If she wasn’t, what could make it better? She knew that there was only one answer, and she didn’t need to search far.

“Better now…” She breathed out, Jake’s hands lowering to lay on the swell of her backside. Pulling her slightly, their bodies stayed together as they walked back to her bed. Jake, walking backwards, let himself sit on the bed as the back of his knees stopped his movements. He broke the kiss as he planted himself, looking up at her as he did. She looked down at him, too, biting her lip in anticipation. He grabbed her hand, his smile, so gentle as he began to lead her onto him. She didn’t hesitate, as she placed her knee onto the bed, swinging her other leg around him so that she could sit on his lap.

“Good, that’s all I want.” he said into her ear as he began nipping at her neck, chasing his mouth down her jaw line and placing serene kisses down her chin. She tipped her head back to the ceiling, again bringing her fingers to the back of his neck and into his hair.

“What?” She asked as her eyes slowly fluttered closed. She sank down onto his lap, her thighs resting around his hips. They both sighed in unison as her hips leaned forward a bit, causing friction.

“Is for you to be okay.” he said, his voice thin as he continued his way down her neck, and into the opening of her shirt. “That’s all I want.” he finished, placing both of his hands again on the back of her, but this time his fingers lightly played with the hem of her pants.

Her head dipped forward and laid on his shoulder as she let his words caress her. Her breath started to become uneven as she again rocked her hips into his. Both of their actions slowly becoming out of their control, their nature taking a complete hold of them.

A small gasp came from her as his mouth ran further down her chest, the bottoms on her shirt straining to be opened. His hands were becoming increasingly harder to ignore, as his knuckles were now beneath the seam for jeans. Her body could only respond naturally, continuing to ride his crotch at an increased rhythm.

“This… I…” She tried to form words but literacy was lost on her. The only thing she knew, in that moment, was there was no stopping this time. The end of the world, the stopping of time, nothing could keep them apart now.

“Tell me, what is it?” He whispered into her chest. His kisses became increasingly sloppy, his tongue tracing the outline of her breast, or what he could access of it over her flannel. His erection became painfully noticeable as her words died in her throat, her thrusting becoming more intense. No longer just a light movement, she was now rutting into him, her center pressed so tightly against him.

“Feels too good Jake, I can’t…” She said, pulling slightly on his hair. The sensation stole the breath from his lungs. Her ass rubbing against his thighs as her clit grew in sensitivity in her pants. As she tugged on his roots, he laid his forehead on her breast, letting the feeling of her lose control absorb him completely.

She had never felt this good before. The last five years have done such terrible things to her, she never thought that she could feel this way again. Her hips continued their motion until she heard Jake under her, crying out into her chest and shaking his head. Her eyes opened but before they could look down at him, he pulled his hands from her pants and firmly grabbed her hips. Like it took no effort at all, he quickly spun them around so that her body laid on the bed, and he hovered over her. Keeping him close, she wrapped her legs around his waist, securing him against her.

“You are going to be the death of me.” His husky breath landed on her throat as he again planted his lips all over her neck. She couldn’t help the moan that ran out of her as Jake licked up her jugular, all the way up to her lips. Capturing her mouth with his, he started again rutting into her through their pants.

“More Jake…” She mustered as she raked her fingers down his back. He sputtered out a moan as his arms swarmed with goose bumps, his peak coming dangerously close.

“I have to slow down, you are driving me crazy…” he whispered in her ear. His breathing was labored as his thrusts began to slow. Lifting himself off of her, he quickly ridded himself of his shirt, Y/N following suit and unbottoming her shirt. Being impatient, instead of letting her finish, he simply pulled the hem of her shirt above her head, lifting the shirt from under her and tossing it onto the ground.

She couldn’t tell what spurred the insecurity. Whether it was the torn, dirty, old bra that she couldn't replace or the fact that Jake was seeing her for the first time. Nonetheless, her arms snaked across her stomach covering herself from his lustful gaze. He only smiled down at her, warming her face as he planted pecks all along her arms. The chill of his kiss against her skin made her arms jelly, falling to her sides with little to no effort.

“You’re so sweet for me, so good.” He whispered as his hand slipped behind her and unclipped the old metal on the back of the band. He slipped the material down her arms and away from her completely. Her breast fell to the sides, her nipples were pointed and present. Jake seemed to soften as he took her into his hands, both of his palms now full of her breasts. Her skin was so soft beneath him, he thought she may have been a dream. A dream in which he never wanted to end, for it would be the end of him if it did.

“Jak…” She couldn’t even get his name out of her mouth before her soft grunts began. Jake’s hips couldn’t stop themselves and they rubbed gently between her legs as he massaged her. He quickly latched onto one of her perky nipples, swirling it with his tongue as her moans grew in frequency and pitch. Panting uncontrollably, her body responded to his touch with such intensity that it sent her over the edge. She could feel her heat pulsing as it clamped around nothing. Her shoulders and stomach convulsed as her first orgasum ran through her, Jake not stopping his hips as he continued to pamper her nipple.

“That’s it… that’s it…” He coaxed her, keeping her orgasum running until her clit was throbbing with overstimulation. Her eyes relaxed as she slowly laid back down on the bed. Looking up at him, she saw a sly smirk splayed across his mouth, his lips wet with his own saliva. Her sleepy eyes looked back at him, taking him in as his hips slowly came to a stop. Realizing this, she quickly crossed her legs against his ass, pulling him deeper into her heat, making him unsuccessfully stifle a moan.

“More…” She said, replacing his hands with her own, now pulling at her own nipples on an attempt to entice him. To say it worked was an understatement, as he quickly began to undo the buttons on her jeans. His jerky movements made her smile, lifting her hips off the bed so that he could pull them off of her. Her pants and underwear came off with one harsh tug, the cold air kissing her clit.

“Let me taste you,” He said, lowering to his knees so that he was level with her soaked pussy. She couldn’t help the deep breath that she took, as his mouth started laying kissing all along the inside of her thighs. He began to run his tongue long her left leg, leading it up to her wetness. He quickly captured her aching clit into his mouth and teased it like he did her nipple.

“Please…” She said, placing her hand on the side of his face as he shut his eyes and began lapping at her entrance. His tongue, like a work of art, touched every place it could reach. Her mind ran wild as her hips subconsciously raised off of the bed. Jake welcomed it happily, sticking his tongue fully inside of her and letting her use his face as she needed.

“Please, what? Tell me how…” He said, drinking her in, still hungrily eating her out. His nose was brushing ever so softly against her now sore clit. He couldn’t describe anything. His feelings, or his incessant need to make her feel good. All he knew was that he had her, and he was never going to let her forget it.

“I can’t take this Jake…” She said, now taking his face in both hands and pulling his face away from her pussy. “I need you, please.” She begged again. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. The only thing she knew was her need for him. Everything seemed to fade away when he was near. All the pain and suffering she had seen, all melting from her memory as he melted her body.

“Need me where? Please tell me Y/N. Tell me everything.” He said, putting his head back down and giving her mound one last kiss before licking up her stomach, trailing it all the way up her torso and to her lips. Gliding their lips together once more, Jake worked his pants off, undoing the zipper and kicking off both his jeans and boxers in one movement. She could taste herself in his mouth, his tongue salty and savory in her mouth.

“Inside me, always inside me.” She whispered, patting her navel, seeking his cock with her hips. There was next to no light in the room, the moon in position on the other side of the house, ready to clock out and be replaced by the sun. The only thing she could see were his leather burned eyes, the color of his iris so bright. He looked down, taking himself in his hands and rubbing the head in between his hard work. Her mess, mixed with his saliva almost brought him back to his knees, his mouth missing the feeling of her pulsing cunt.

He cock slipped in her with ease, but quickly stopped, her tightness gripping him like no other. She clenched down onto him for dear life, his cock filling her to the point of no return. Wanting to be closer to her face, Jake again eased himself into her, fully sheathing himself in her and moved onto the bed. He grabbed onto her ass and pulled her next to him, so that they were laying side by side, Jake still fully plugging her.

“I’m never leaving you again.” He whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his head now resting on her arm. His eyes pierced her, both of them too afraid to look away, to even blink. Jake laid his hand on her waist and pulled her impossibly closer, now hitting a spot in her that made her yell out. She could feel her cunt squeezing him, almost keeping him from moving.

“You… I…” It was now Jake that was losing his words, his dick now perfectly consumed by her. He could feel her pulling him deeper, like her body was so naturally keeping him close.

“Jake!” She yelped as he used his free hand to circle her clit, his middle finger flicking it lightly. He fucked up into her at a speed neither of them knew possible, making her clench even hard. With his fingers babying her clit, his forearm was pressed into her stomach. He could feel himself inside of her, hitting her so deep that his tip was grazing his own arm.

“I feel you Y/N, I feel you!” He pleaded, his words hardly making any sense. “You feel me? So deep, so perfect for me. Do you feel me?” Taking his hand off of her clit, he pressed it deeper into her stomach so that there was no doubt in either of them that Jake could feel himself inside her.

“Yes Jake, I feel you. Forever, I want to feel you!” She couldn’t help but beg. Beg for him now and beg for him again and again. Her feelings for him had grown so fast that she didn’t even understand how deep they went. Her soul had attached itself to his at the first look. There was no one else that could ever make her feel the way that he was right now, and always would. “Inside me Jake. Make me yours.”

His movements didn’t stop as his cock twitched inside of her, but he paused. His brain was picking up with his current state, swirling with thoughts of only her. Just like they had since the moment he laid eyes on her. Hearts becoming in sync, pupils dilating to adjust to the new life perspective. It wasn’t about survival anymore, but living for her. Taking every breath with her in mind. He hadn’t realized until right now, how deep she ran in him. Not just his mind but his body, his soul, all belonged to her.

“Together? Always?” He pleaded, nearling crying out for her to cum with him. Her sweet cunt cried for him in that moment, hearing his quiet voice, his soft whispers and his low moans as her pussy held him tight. Her velvet walls held him close, never wanting to let go of this moment.

“Together, Jake! I’m cumming!” She cried, confirming his thoughts, whether she intended to or not. She squeezed him as her second orgasum rushed down on both of them. He didn’t stand a chance as he captured her whines into his mouth and plunged himself into her. They both cried out, hands roaming everywhere they could, fisting each other's flesh to keep from lifting into the heavens.

“For you, I’ll do anything.” He said, fucking her through her pleasure, feeling her any way he could. “I’m cumming for you!” His whimpers absorbed into her skin as his seed began to coat her walls. Strings of cum shooting from him for the first time in ages. Falling into place, inside the only person he ever wanted to be with again.

Their breath mingled with eachother’s, the lips never leaving one another. Jake didn’t dare pull himself from her, his cock stilling and disappearing into her one last time before they both went limp. Their arms and legs completely tied around each other, keeping eachother warm in the cool evening of early winter.

“Jake, I love you.” She whispered so quietly, it was barely even audible. The words spilled out of her without any thought. It was like she hadn’t said them, but her heart did.

“I know, I know.” He brought his hand up to her face and caressed her cheek as he slowly softened inside of her. Rubbing his thumb along her cheek bone, his lips landed all over her body, leaving warm, wet spots that chilled her exposed skin. “I know Y/N, you’re mine” he finished, finally slipping out of her, his seed quickly following.

Her whimper made him smile, sitting up on the bed, taking her with him. She was so fragile and tired that it didn’t take much for him to lift her lightly off of the bed and put her under the blankets. She closed her eyes as she let the feeling of being empty wash over her. She hated it. She was half asleep by the time Jake came back to her with an extra blanket and a towel.

Not wanting to wake her though, he dropped the towel onto the edge of the bed and gently draped the spare blanket onto the bed. He too slipped under the covers and pulled her naked frame into his, her ass pushed up using his now soft erection. He couldn’t help himself as he began to pepper kisses on her exposed shoulder until he too fell into a deep satisfied slumber.

a/n: whoops, kind of just didn’t update this for a month huh… sorry about that gang! but no more! it’s back to regular updates! yay! much love, liv

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