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♡ Azriel 18+
(Azriel x Himself) /some Nessian
18+ Minors DNI ~ 2.5k Words
“Want you yes I do,
but you never knew it”
Cigarettes After Sex - Dreaming
The windows to the townhouse were open, a gentle jasmine breeze blowing in as the wind shifted in from the east. The small library was filled with dimming light and candles burning in sconces that adorned the walls. The sound of the city was faint against the sound of the leaves rustling and the crickets song. Against those open windows, sat an old but elegant velvet sofa.
Cassian sat in the center of the deep plush couch, long enough to accommodate his relaxed Illyrian wings. He donned no leathers, instead opting for a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt that only tightened around his biceps. His hair was haphazardly thrown into a bun, loose strands framing his face and curling against his neck. His socked feet were resting on the wooden coffee table in front of him, carefully avoiding the two cups of steaming earl gray placed onto the tile holders.
A book was propped in his right hand, his left drawing idle circles on Nestas thighs- which were draped over his lap, her feet propped up on the arm of the sofa. She laid on her back, her head barely reaching the decorative pillow on the other end of the couch behind her. Her pale silk nightgown rode up her thighs and spilled over the edge of the emerald green cushion, along with the ends of her unbound hair. She held a book, hovering above her face with both hands. They’d been sitting this way for a while, not talking- just merely enjoying each others company.
Cassian paid little attention to the book in his hand though, barely interested in the old history between the pages. No- he was far more interested in the book that hovered above nestas glittering eyes, or rather what the book did to her. He’d been successful actually, at reading a couple chapters without interruption- until a small movement to his right caught his peripheral.
First the movement- then the scent. He knew he was damned. Nestas toes curled slightly, whether or not she knew she did it- he did not know. The sweet scent of her arousal hit him minutes later and he gave up on even trying to push forward, staring at the words on the pages that were now no more decipherable than the ancient tongue. His fingers continued their slow circles against her thigh as they ascended so slowly to the laced hem of her gown.
“You’re not as sly as you think, Cas” She mumbled, not moving the book but peering down her nose at the man near her feet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he mused, flipping a page in the book as if he’d bothered to read a damn thing.
Nesta said nothing, but parted her legs ever so slightly, the warm scent nearly whiting out his vision. His head lowered to the side to look at her with a hooded expression that made her want to snap her thighs together again. The book in his hand slowly lowered into his lap as his hand moved upwards.
Someone cleared their throat in the wooden archway.
Her thighs did indeed snap together then, as fast as Cassian’s hand went back to his book. She looked over to find Azriel leaning against the doorway in his leathers. The male’s hair was sticking to his neck and curling with the saltiness of what Nesta presumed was sweat. His eyes looked tired but his body was alert, his shadows curling over his shoulders like a phantom set of second wings. Ariel’s nostrils flared slightly, taking in the scent of the room.
Cassian set his book down, and asked like he’d been expecting the shadowsinger, “Where have you been?”
“Training.” Az said. A bit tighter than Nesta expected.
“Wars over you know, you can relax every now and again” The Illyrian on the couch knitted his eyebrows together.
“Cas is right, you seem- uptight lately” Nesta added, and Azriel let his gaze drift to her. There was something in his dark eyes that felt different, his shadows curled over the front of his chest now, snaking down his arms where one of his siphons flickered. Nesta got the feeling she may have said the wrong thing as Azriel held her stare.
“And what do you suggest I do about that?” he tilted his head- the movement nothing short of predatory as he added in a low voice, “Nesta”
Cassian’s body tensed under Nesta, no doubt feeling the shift himself. His hand tightening on her thigh did not go unnoticed by the shadow singer in the doorway, a smirk playing across his lips.
His eyes flicked back over to Nesta as he said, “Cassian doesn’t like sharing his toys, never has-” Az stood up straighter in the doorway, “isn’t that right, brother?” Nesta could’ve felt shame at the growing heat between her legs, shame at the fact she knew they could both smell it. She couldn’t bring herself to feel shame, not when she’d thought about this several times before. During training, during dinner, in her bedroom.
“You can see yourself out” There was an airy yet primal edge to Cassian’s voice, though his wings remained relaxed. Nesta just stared, closing her book finally. She felt like a pawn in a game she wasn’t sure how to play.
“I don’t know if she wants me to” A grin adorned his face now, though his lips remained pressed together. His soft, pink lips.
Nestas gaze moved back and forth between the two powerful males for the beat of silence that seemed to last years.
She at last locked eyes with Cassian. “Nes?” He murmured. The question that laid writhing within that one syllable, the soft muttering of her name. Nesta sat up then, fixing her hair over one shoulder, but not bothering to fix the silk gown that was ridden high by Cassian’s fingers. She looked towards the darkness in the doorway, briefly wondering how those shadows would feel against her skin.
Her throat bobbed and damn her, she hesitated. This opportunity laid out bare in front of her, ready for the taking and she hesitated. Her eyes guttered, her nightgown suddenly felt too thin, the material hiked too high up her thigh. Cassian relaxed slightly, having sensed it only a moment before the shadow singer did.
Azriel again cleared his throat, a light blush staining his cheeks as he adjusted his hips. “Very well then” he turned back down the hall to his room, though his gaze lingered on nesta- sweeping up her body like a set of phantom hands. Silence settled on the room so heavy that even the crackling of the fireplace was muted.
Her body was too warm, every point of contact between her and Cassian’s body felt like a brand. For a moment Nesta contemplated calling Azriel’s name and asking him to come back to their room. Instead she set her book on the table and didn’t bother to say anything at all before she left, retreating to her room with Cassian following closely behind.
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He was senseless. Azriel shut his bedroom door behind him and walked over to the windows, the fireplace sparking to life as he passed it. The entire idea was ridiculous, thrown together during a drunken night out with his brother. When Cas had let it slip, the fantasies Nesta had about him- both of them. They’d shared women before this was nothing new but his brothers mate. Azriel saw just now the way she looked at him, the way her body reacted with the threat of his own.
He knew it was a lousy idea, had to train to even work up the courage to enter that living room where Cassian said they’d be. He could fight on battlefields, content to throw his life away for a cause but when it came to women? It was always better for him to stay quiet, considering what happened when he wasn’t. When he didn’t mind his own- when he followed that scent and let it wrap around his mind until he was nothing but a scraping fool.
He let his knives still in their sheaths, fall and clatter to the pockmarked wooden floors of his bedroom. He heard their hushed voices in the room over ebb for a moment at the noise before continuing, quieter this time. He loosened his belt at the pressure building behind the fabric, running his hand over the evidence of what exactly that scent did to him. He shuddered and pressed his palm against himself harder, letting his eyes flutter.
He bucked his hips into his hand, letting himself imagine for a moment he was pressing it against that supple ass. The way those Illyrian leathers cupped and squeezed her in all the right places, the way he had to look away during their training. He’d bedded plenty of females before to know what it felt like, how they felt sliding against his considerable length. His cock jumped at the thought, his balls tightening uncomfortably in his own leathers.
Not yet. He would keep it contained for a while longer if only to serve as some kind of punishment. For what, he didn’t really know.
He sat back on the edge of the massive four poster bed, his knees falling open- forcing his hands to rest on his thighs. He needed control. Desperately. It was pathetic they way a few thoughts and flicks of his wrist had him panting, her name dangerously close to his lips. He’d debated finding a female to help him find any kind of release from the chokehold she had on him lately. He knew it would not satisfy him though, no she was different. He saw that smoke and fire in her eyes, and wondered if that fire translated elsewhere. If he was not thinking of Nesta, he was thinking of her sister. Her opposite in almost every manner of the word.
Elain. A shaky sigh left his lips. He was glad for the recent distraction of Nesta, if only it stopped the thoughts that plagued him of Elain.
Her soft curved body, full lips, the way her tight corseted dresses made her plush breasts threaten to spill out. He often wondered what she’d be like in bed, wondered if she’d let him fuck her the way he so desperately wished, needed. He could feel his cock leaking at the thought, a small thrust of his hips had the tip sliding against the inside of the leathers. His fingertips tightened into his thighs, a soft noise in the back of his throat that he couldn’t control. A louder groan- that came not from him but the other side of the wall. He went still as death.
Gods damn him.
The mother was truly a cruel mistress, he decided, as he let his hand finally trail back up to the clasp on his leathers. His fingers passed over the cool metal button as he continued his ascent up his toned body with featherlight touches. Another sigh of pleasure through the wall and he realized they had either forgotten the shield, or had forgone it entirely.
He let his fingertips brush against his hardened nipple, the almost forbidden sensation causing his back to arch slightly. He flicked open the buttons of his shirt one by one, his heated skin becoming exposed to the chill air inch by inch.
His wings lay draped on either side of him, the cool sheets like silk against the sensitive skin. Slowly, he reached one hand up behind him and trailed his fingers along the curve of his powerful wing. He drew a shaky breath as he twitched in his leathers, his fingers exploring more of the rough membranous wing. He ran a calloused finger over a particularly prominent scar that ran down the center of the thin skin, his spine tingling.
His shadows had not ceased since he stood in the archway to that living room. He felt them snaking around his arms, the misty feeling of them against the back of his neck. If he tried, and he had- he could imagine those light phantom touches on his skin were her lips, her fingertips, uncalloused and soft. A quick brush of those shadows along the ceiling and he knew she was asleep in the room above him, still no other presence joined hers. Still no sign of the fiery autumn court bastard. He clenched his teeth at the thought of him, the last few buttons on his shirt completely popping off and bouncing along the floor.
Before he could assess the damage, a cry of unbridled pleasure rang through the air, unmistakably Nesta. His blood heated further than he thought possible as that leash he so desperately tried to keep a grip on snapped. His shirt was discarded on the floor with the broken buttons, and he cupped himself so roughly it would've hurt if his need hadn’t drowned out every other sensation.
He looked down at himself, his muscles tightening, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin illuminated by the soft moonlight spilling through the windows. He shifted and popped open the clasp on his leathers, pulling them down over his ass and letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor to pool at his ankles. He leaned back and the bed groaned as he propped himself up with one hand behind him, his chest rapidly rising and falling with soft quick breaths.
He wrapped a scarred hand around his own length, his thumb swiping against the tip and through the slickness beading there. His breath caught at the sensation as he did it again, so sensitive- another soft sound from the back of his throat.
He leaned forward slightly and parted his lips, letting the saliva pooled on his tongue drip onto the swollen pink tip- watched it slide down and slip through his fingers. He gripped himself lightly and ran his fist up and down the shaft, his skin pebbling at the sensation as a chill ran down his arms.
His abs clenched as he let out a ragged breath and picked up speed, his hand gliding over his own length with ease. The hand propping him up fisted into the plush comforter and he let his head fall back, his inky dark hair sliding over his brow with the movement. His eyelids felt too heavy as he imagined Elain in his lap, bouncing her ass on his thighs, her cunt greedily taking his cock over and over and over- In the room over the headboard began slamming against the wall, rattling the mirror above the chest of drawers in his room.
The shadowsinger bucked his hips into his hand and whimpered. His head fell toward, every part of himself feeling too heavy- too full. He worked himself harder, his breaths coming out in quick puffs as he let those shadows drift around his waist, up across his collarbones, at last willed them to curl around his neck.
He thrusted harder into his hand, the crude sound of his fist smacking against his skin filling the room. His mouth fell open in a low moan as he felt pressure building down his spine, his balls tightening with the promise of release. “Fuck” he ground out. “yes-”
He pulled his lip between his teeth, sinking them into the skin to the point of pain and held his breath as a dull burn wound itself around his hips. Then there she was, kneeling between his thighs, porcelain breasts bared completely to him. His hand became her soft lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, her watered eyes staring up at him through thick lashes. He cried out louder than he intended and pumped himself in earnest.
His vision went black, his shadows tightening around him as he let go entirely, letting himself succumb to the thought and darkness and ecstasy. His cock twitched in his hand as he felt his release sliding down his hand, his wrist, and slick his thighs. His breathing was ragged, his heart racing wildly in his chest as he pulled his trembling hand from himself.
His ears were ringing as he closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. He sat up, using his other hand to push back the sweat slick hair from his face. It was utterly silent in the house as he finally stood and walked towards the adjoined bathroom to clean himself up. It was silent as he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink, his flushed skin and mussed hair. It was silent as he returned to his bed and peeled back the covers, sliding between the too cold, too stiff sheets.
WARNINGS: (in this chapter) scary!Jake, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+), religious occult shit, jealousy
Editing and moodboard by the incredibly talented Erin ( @gardenvanfleet ) ilysm <3 <3
MASTERPOST
PLAYLIST (curated by @dharma-divine and myself)
As you stare at the cut on your lip in the bathroom mirror at the breakfast joint, you gently prod your tongue against it until it stings, and realize you’re a sick individual. Josh had asked about it right away and you had to lie and say you’d tripped and caught your lip between your teeth, but you can’t imagine he actually bought it. You quickly wash your hands and return to the table, your cheeks warm.
Summary: After a near-fatal accident that put one of your best friends into a seemingly endless coma, you’re feeling a little lost and hopeless. But are you desperate enough to do something reckless?
WARNINGS: (in this chapter) EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT!!!! 18+ ONLY.
Tons and tons of talk about Catholicism and Christianity, scary!Josh, talk of “virginity”
Editing and moodboard by the incredibly talented Erin ( @gardenvanfleet )
MASTERPOST
Playlist
“I absolutely love Halloween,” Josh says dreamily, and then flicks a vinyl werewolf mask with his fingers to hear the slapping sound.
You’re a little distressed as you pick through a rack of packaged outfits and accessories because the only costume you’ve seen so far that you even remotely liked, you quickly realized was for children 10-14. “I can’t believe we forgot all about it.”
alright let me just say something because quite frankly the amount of horrible comments directed at josh’s new hair in the first hour that we’ve seen it is really upsetting. some of you need to realize that the things we put online about these boys get back to them and it would make me really sad to know that josh could see the things that are being said about him right now. he looks fucking SEXY with his new hair so please log off the internet before spreading your hateful comments on the internet.
“I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon”
18+ minors dni!! 5.2k words (Warnings: pure smut, fingering, unprotected sex, F!sub M!dom-ish) It’s august and I’m ready for fall.
*In my head, Harvest Moon is the record that Jake put on while he was reading*
The wind blows the crisp leaves across the ground, scraping the cement patio and swirling around your feet. You pull his flannel tighter around your shoulders, curling your arms around yourself as you breathe in the earthy air. Since you moved in with Jake last spring the back porch of his cabin has always been your safe place, no matter the season. Still the chill in the autumn air made the atmosphere that much more comforting to you.
Autumn has always been your favorite season, everything about it made you feel warm inside. It was something you desperately needed as Jake rummaged around inside the house packing for yet another leg of a lengthy tour. You tried your best not to show how much his absence affected you but sometimes it was easier said than done.
You wore your emotions on your sleeve which meant that Jake, being so in tune with you- almost always called your bluff. You couldn’t lie to him if you tried. Which is why this afternoon when he finally pulled out his suitcase and started packing you disappeared to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.
It wasn’t five minutes that you’d been down there when you felt his comforting arms wrap around your waist from behind, his chin laying on your shoulder.
He tilted his head and pressed a soft kiss just below your ear. “Everything will be okay, you know” he whispered. You set the tea mug occupying your hands back down on the counter.
“I just hate it when you leave,” you whispered back. He laughed softly, his breath moving the wispy hairs on your neck.
“I hate it when I leave too,”
“No you don’t-“ you nudged him and turned around in his arms until you were facing him, your bodies held tightly together. “You love going off and playing rockstar” you poked his chest, smirking up at him.
“But I hate leaving my girl” he reached up and tucked your hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I know baby” you whispered, tilting your head into his hand and looking up to meet his eyes.
“How about I take you out for a nice dinner tonight, just the two of us, hm?” He leaned in then and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. You gave him a soft smile and nodded, acknowledging him as he pulled away, rubbing your back. He left then, leaving you to your own devices.
That’s how you ended up here a few hours later, on the back porch looking over the grass and into the trees whose leaves had long started abandoning them.
The wind has significantly picked up since you first came outside, a chill running through you again as you sipped the dredges out of your third and final cup of tea. You check your phone, barely realizing the hours that had passed you by until now. A low rumble sounds out in the distance, so soft that you surely wouldn’t have heard it had you been inside.
A light rain starts and you decide to head back inside, the television in the living room is on- a weatherman droning on about a line of storms threatening the area. You crack a smile at the way he sounds so grave, nearly demonizing Mother Nature for her power. You enjoy storms, just as much if not more than Jake. It was one of the first things you’d found to have in common with him. When you were on your third date, huddled down in the mountains just outside Nashville with no umbrella. You both were soaked by the time you trudged through the mud back to his truck. Luckily that was also the first night he’d invited you back to his house, the fireplace in his bedroom warming you both up nicely.
You sigh at the memory, your mind wandering to where he was now. He’s probably been done packing for a while, but he knew to mind you when you went out on the porch. You round the corner to the front door where his bags sit packed and waiting for the morning. You avert your eyes quickly as if not acknowledging their existence would somehow change the inevitable. You walk towards the front door and lock the deadbolt, peering out the window to the driveway as the rain starts to turn the cement gray.
You turn to walk back towards the living room and bump straight into him, a small sound of impact leaving him and a startled yelp leaving you.
“good lord you’re quiet” You breathe out, shutting your eyes for a moment to calm your heartbeat.
“Sorry” You hear the smile in his voice and look up at him, his damp hair laying in soft waves across his forehead, down to his shoulders. The smell of his shampoo and cologne mix in the air between you and suddenly you don’t want to go to dinner.
“Baby-“ you wrap your arms around his waist, he looks down at you. “Can we just stay in tonight?” Your fingers brush his lower back just under the hem of his hoodie, your eyes roaming his face before locking on his. “This weather has the couch, and a warm fire calling our name and I wanna spend tonight alone”
“You know I can never say no to you when you give me those eyes” He grins down at you and another low rumble rolls through the outside air. “I like the sound of that better anyway” The wind chime outside the screen door of the glass slider plays a minor melody as a cool breeze strains through the screen and into the living room.
Not even ten minutes later you’re curled up with him on the sofa, a bottle of wine on the coffee table and a record playing low enough that the still quiet rumbles outside are audible. He leans up against the arm of the couch, his legs that you sit between are stretched out across the length of the cushions. You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he takes as you lean back against him, your head resting against his shoulder.
“Tonight!“ He say suddenly, startling you. “Tonight-“ he repeats softy, “I’ll read to you, my dear- a story of adventure, unlikely hero’s and wizards” The book he’s holding in his hands is old, looks like something he’s had for years. The black hardcover is left bare and missing the outer sleeve, multiple pages bunny-eared. The silver writing on the spine is barely visible to you as he clears his throat softly and flips open the book in his hands.
“It’s Tolkien again, isn’t it” You smile through faux annoyance.
“No what would make you think that?” He keeps a stoic face making it impossible to tell if he was lying or not.
“Just a wild guess” You quip, thinking back on all the times over the past months you’d light heartedly teased him for his extensive collection of books, particularly Tolkien. He had duplicate upon duplicate insisting that each one read differently than the other. Come on, he was a nearly perfect human, you had to find something to pester him about.
“Ready?” He whispers, and you nod. The paper crinkles as he turns the first page and you sink further into him as the rain picks up ever so slightly outside.
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” He couldn’t get the whole sentence out before giggling, the movement shaking your body slightly. You grab the book from his hands and flip it around, Tolkien's name engraved in silver on the spine.
“Excuse me” he grabs the book back and flips it open, holding it in one hand above you, his other hand resting on your waist. “Let me read to you”
“We couldn’t possibly finish this tonight-“ you cut yourself off.
“No, but I can read you the first chapter” He pulls the blanket up around you two a little more, his free hand dipping below it to rest on your waist once more. “And then over the next month, any time you miss me- just read another chapter and think of this moment”
“If I do that I could read this book ten times over”
“Then In that case” his thumb runs lazy circles into your side. “I expect a three page essay on hobbits”
“Can I just print out your brother's Wikipedia page?”
“Ha ha very funny” he smirks down at you, “now relax and let me read to my girl”
“I like it when you call me your girl”
“I know you do, now hush baby” He continues running his calloused fingertips across your delicate skin. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” The flames in the fireplace crackle as the wind blowing through the open window dances with the flames. “Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.” His voice is soothing as he reads each word expertly- as if his eyes have graced these pages a thousand times.
The rain pounds against the windows now and you close your eyes, getting lost in him as he carries on. “It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle.”
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants absentmindedly, the side of his pointer and middle fingers playing with the dip of your hip bone. “The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel-” His fingers dip lower still, and your heart skips in your chest.
“Jake what are you-“
“Shh sh sh- pay attention baby” he hushes you, never ceasing his movement “a tunnel-a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats-“ The inflection in his voice changes in pitch as he reads, seemingly unaware of the way your body is reacting to his tender touch and the way your cheeks are gradually turning hotter with every brush of his fingertips.
You open your eyes and lean your head back further against this shoulder, attempting to peer up at him only to find him looking back down at you with soft eyes and lips tilted up in a lazy smile. He lowers the book, his eyes never leaving yours, “-the hobbit was fond of visitors.” He finished without even looking at the page. He lays his palm flat against your hip, his fingers splayed against your skin, far enough that his fingertips ghost the inner crease of your thigh.
“Do you want to take a turn reading? Page for page?” His pinky presses into your outer thigh almost urging you to take the book in your hands.
You shift between his legs, moving to your back to comfortably hold the book above you. With the straightening of your hips, his pointer and middle finger slide until they’re laid against your bare pussy. He doesn’t move them like you expect him to, instead with his free hand, he lightly knocks the back of the book in your hand with his knuckle.
“What are you waiting for, sugar? Read” he kisses the top of your head and you open the book to the second page.
Thunder rumbles louder now, the tail end rattling the window panes. A cool breeze coming from the slider blows back the cover of a magazine that’s sitting on the coffee table. You bring your attention back to the words in front of you and as you start to read, Jake’s free hand lays against your stomach, his fingertips playing with the hem of your shirt. “The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill” His hand slipped up your shirt swiftly, wasting no time cupping your bare breast. His fingertips fan across your sensitive skin, playing over your nipple as it hardens under his touch.
“The hill-“ you inhale sharply as he deftly pinches the bud between his fingertips, rolling it. “The hill-“ you continue shakily- “as all the people for many miles round called it- many little round doors opened out of- Jake!” You whine, clamping your legs shut as his finger tips easily slip into your soaked cunt.
You hear his breath catch in his throat but his voice comes out far too innocent, “what’s got you so worked up, doll?” His voice has gravel to it, “you’re soaked” He whispers in a tone you’ve come to know very well, a tone that immediately makes your heart beat between your legs.
“Don’t you know? The Hobbit is my favorite piece of erotic literature” You giggle but it quickly turns into a moan as he attempts to slide his fingers inside you further, effectively shutting you up.
“Keep them open for me baby” he nudges at your thighs and they fall open, the book in your hands falling closed on your stomach. You let your head fall back into him but he shifts his shoulder against you, “Huh uh- read to me”
You make a noise of protest, the weight of his fingers against you becoming heavier by the second. Begrudgingly, you pick the book up and flip through the table of contents to your page again, your fingers sliding across the pages like his slide through your slick. You shiver and he notices as you start reading off the sentences in front of you.
You’re simply on autopilot- you’re reading aloud but not comprehending a word, you stumble over yourself only adding to the flaming in your cheeks. He teases you relentlessly, only dipping his fingertips in, never giving any kind of reprieve. You can feel him pressing into your lower back through his jeans, showing how much he enjoys making you so flustered. Every so often a pitiful whine will escapes your lips, causing his cock to twitch against your back.
You turn the page and pause for a moment before continuing. He doesn’t stop you for his turn to read, instead he plunges his fingers deep into you, curling them upwards into the spot that makes your legs shake. You cry out suddenly- cutting yourself off mid sentence. One of your hands darting out to grab onto his wrist, your pinky finger hooking into his frayed bracelet. “Jake please” you whimper.
“Please what baby?” He hums, his calloused fingertips stroking your walls.
“Take me to bed already” You buck your hips into his hand and he slips his other hand out from under your shirt and takes the book from you, tossing it to the coffee table.
“Not yet- let me make you feel good” he soothes, smoothing his hand over your hair. He shifts underneath the blanket and pushes at the hem of your pants and underwear until they’re around your thighs. You slide them off the rest of the way and let your legs fall open across his thighs, surrendering yourself to his agile fingers.
Jake holds his hand still, your grip around his wrist loosening as he makes slow circular motions with his middle finger against your silky walls. A heavy sigh leaves your lips, your heels digging into the cushion your feet are sharing with his.
“You can be louder- I want your sweet noises to echo in my head even after I’m away” with that he slides his index finger inside to join the other, stretching you out that much further.
“That could get you in trouble-“ you breathe, leading into another roll of your hips.
“It does-“ he starts moving his fingers in and out of you, “you know how hard it is to keep quiet enough in those bus bunks” He pumps his fingers into you faster, “So. fucking. hard. baby doll”
He pumps up into you between every word, your moans filling the quiet spaces. Your hips move fluidly against his movements, soft moans falling from your lips as he teases your impending orgasm. It tightens within you, building like wave after wave, cresting only to be pulled back into the ocean- never to break on shore.
It’s hard to focus on one thing only, your mind flooded with a million different senses as you grind yourself against his hand. You try to focus on everything one by one, the rain outside is still hitting the window, the sky dark enough for flashes of lightning to be just visible before thunder cracks, the fire not yet having burnt out, the logs glowing hot orange.
His scent sucks you back in and you’re drowning once more. The way his right hand grips your breast as his left is buried inside you, the way little puffs of breath leave his lungs everytime you roll your hips back down, pressing on his cock that’s straining against his jeans.
His thumb brushes over your too sensitive clit and you cry out immediately, your hips bucking up into his hand as your loud sob mixes with a particularly loud crack of thunder.
“There she is, that’s my girl-“ He groans as he continues to press slow tight circles into your clit. His other hand slides up from your chest, his long slender fingers circling your neck.
“please” You squeak out.
“Please, what?” He asks so simply as if the answer wasn’t so obvious.
“tighter plea- ah shit!” You whimper as his fingertips press into your throat with just enough pressure before you could finish asking. You press your head back into his shoulder, your nose pressing under his jawline. He keeps his pace consistent, the pressure between your hips building so slowly, it’s almost agonizing.
You dart your tongue out to lick the salty ridge of his jawbone and his breathing falters, a deep sigh leaving his nose. “oh you liked that” you whisper hoarsely against the thin delicate skin stretched over his neck. Suddenly the heat in your stomach intensifies, your walls clenching around his fingers as he continues sliding them in and out of you.
“I know you’re close I can feel that pretty pussy begging-“ he grunts and your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body feeling on fire. “Be a good girl and let me have it.” He pumps his fingers into you a few more times, tightening his grip on your throat, and you reach your peak like a tidal wave. You cry out so loudly you’re sure your voice would echo through the open windows if it hadn’t been for the rain. You fuck yourself down onto his fingers, nearly riding his hand. “Shit- that’s it baby- good fucking girl” he grunts and your body trembles against him as he releases his grip on your throat, your lungs immediately filling with a deep breath. A string of curses leave your lips as you ride out the rest of your orgasm on his fingers, your legs shaking as you come down.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you twitch around his fingers that rest still inside you. His fingers of the opposite hand run along your collarbone and down your chest where his flannel has fallen loose off your shoulder. He slips his fingers from you, your legs relaxing immediately. He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking the two digits into his mouth. “I will never get enough of you”
“You can have as much of me as you want Jakey-'' you reach out and hold his hand in your as you kick the blanket off of you, the body heat accumulating underneath it a bit too much. “I’m yours”
He’s quiet for a moment although you can feel his heart pounding against his chest, still elated. Your breathing starts to even out as the rain outside has softened against the window- an even cooler breeze welcomed on your hot skin. He squeezes your hand and kisses the top of your head before speaking, “do you remember when we first met?”
The question takes you aback and you chuckle a little before answering. “Of course I do- thought you were the most handsome man in that bar” you squeeze back at his hand.
“I thought there was ‘no way she’d ever lay eyes on me-‘ and look at us now.” He huffs a breath and you feel him tilt his head to the side.
You turn over so you’re on your knees between his legs, facing him for the first time since you laid on the couch. “I thought the same thing about you. I was on the verge of fainting watching you play that guitar”
“It’s the fingers, isn't it?”
You giggle, toying with a frayed hole in the knee of his jeans. “Maybe” You look up at him through hooded eyes and slide your fingertips up the bulge in his pants, precum soaking through leaving a dark spot on his jeans. “But honestly Jake, the whole night all I wanted was for you to take me home” You pop open the button with a flick of your finger, “or better yet pushed me to my knees behind that stupid little van while your brothers tore down” You start pulling at the zipper and he hisses between his teeth at the release of pressure. “Wanted to get on my knees right there for you while you played”
“You’re lucky I didn’t know that then, and don’t go giving me any ideas- oh..” He tilts his head back against the arm of the couch as you take his cock in your fist through his boxers. You pump it a few times before leaning down further and tugging at the elastic.
You can smell him and it’s making your fucking mouth water. “Wanna taste you-“
“No-“ he gently grabs your hand and pulls it away from his leaking cock, the elastic snapping back against his hips. “babydoll the minute your lips touch me, I’m going to lose it down the back of your throat-“ He threads his fingers into your hair, guiding your doe eyes back to him. Heat pools between your legs once again and you swear you feel yourself dripping down your thighs.
“I want it-“ You whine, pushing yourself forward but he tilts your head up last minute, capturing your lips with a kiss.
He pulls away gently, just enough that your lips still brush his as he speaks. “and I want you-“ his hand slides up the back of your thigh, cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze. “You have three seconds to get upstairs” He says lowly, as he pulls away, flashing you a dark smile. Your heart beat picks up and you clamber off the couch and dash for the staircase. You pound up the wooden stairs, your socks giving you very little traction to work with. His footsteps are close behind and you giggle, not daring to look back as you work on unbuttoning the flannel. You round the landing, freeing yourself of the shirt and tossing it back to him in an attempt to gain some ground. You nearly fly into the bedroom, the door banging against the wall as your giggles become sporadic.
Just as you reach the bed his arms circle around your waist and you let out a yelp as he pulls you down with him onto the comforter. “You’re an easy prey” he notes before grabbing you under your arms and pushing your body up towards the headboard.
“I let you win” you pant as you try to make out his features above you.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar” he sits back on his heels between your legs and fluidly pulls his shirt off, the faint light from the hallway exposing every curve and divot of his body. His jeans and briefs slip off shortly after as he stares down at you, taking in every bit of your bare skin that he could see in the low light. You see a small smirk form on his lips, one that almost instilled fear in you- but mostly to your poor cunt.
“Don’t look at me like that” You whisper, your voice sounding timid.
“Like what”
“Like your going to pin me against this bed and fuck me into the sheets”
“What if I want to?” He challenges.
Your eyes widen, “what-“ He cuts you off effectively and flips you over like a rag doll, your knees bending as he pulls your hips back, your ass smacking against his cock. “I said-“ he leans forward, pressing a kiss just below your ear. You can feel the cool pendant of his necklace lay between your shoulder blades. His breath fans over the side of your face as he whispers, “I said, what if I want to.” His fingers press further into the soft flesh on your thighs and he leans back spreading you out before him.
“Then stop fucking around and do it already” you say through your teeth, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He’s still for a moment, and you think you may have fucked up- until he spits. You can feel it, warm and sliding down all the way to your aching pussy.
“Yes ma’am” he addressed you as he slides himself between your ass cheeks, his hips slowly thrusting up against the soft heat of your body. “Fuck you feel so good” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to grab your hair in a makeshift ponytail. His cock slips easily between your legs and your arms grow weak as he slides it through your folds, teasing you.
“Please-“ you tremble, pressing yourself further against him as he kneeled behind you.
“Please what babydoll? Use your words” He continues to slide himself further through your folds, the tip of his cock deliciously catching your clit.
“Please fuck me, Jake. Please, I want your cock inside me- now” You mewl into the sheets that are balled up in your fists.
“Fuck.” He whines, your begging always made his cock twitch. He delivers a particularly sharp smack against the swell of your ass, and you bite down on your lip a low moan escaping you. “Yeah you like that?” You can feel his eyes roaming your body, his hand sliding down the arch of your back.
“Do it again Jake- please do it again” you beg, and you tense up in anticipation for another strike. It happens very quickly, the stinging cry still leaving your chest as he flips you over onto your back, crawling up the length of your body until he hovers perfectly above you, his hair falling down over his shoulders. Your breath heaves in your chest as you process your new position.
He leans down, pressing a quick fiery kiss against your lips before lining up with your opening.
“You ready?” He reaches up, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them just below the headboard.
“Give it to me” You huff, rocking your hips against the tip of his cock. A gasp leaves the both of you as he slips in suddenly, whether he meant to do it or not or if it was a result of your movement. He stops halfway, closing his eyes and taking calculated breaths. You try to stay still but you can’t help when your muscles tense around him as he lets out the most pathetic whine. He slides inside you just a little, giving you time to adjust to his girth.
“You feel so fucking good.” He pushes in a little more.
“Oh…” You pant as he stretches you out. It feels like heaven, so hot and painfully hard inside you. Finally he slides in all the way, plunging to the hilt. Your face is screwed up in pleasure, your eyes rolling as he pulls back before fucking himself into you again. His hands release your wrists and fly down to your legs, pulling your ankles to rest over his shoulders. The new angle has you nearly screaming, your legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thighs.
“Look at you so desperate for release” his voice shakes with every thrust, “you want me to make you cum, princess?” He grins down at you, desperately holding himself back from actually fucking you into the bed.
“Yes, Jake-“ you choke out, reaching your arms up to grab onto any part of him you could get your hands on. His movements halt and your eyes snap open instantly locking on his.
“What was that?” he draws out expectantly, holding out on you to the point that it’s painful.
“Yes sir! Fuck- please” You sob, and dig your nails into his forearms as traction to buck your hips into him again.
“That’s it.” He almost weeps when your cunt swallows him whole again. You didn’t know it was possible when he shoved in a little deeper, the tip of him brushing your cervix with an addicting sort of pain.
“Yes.” You closed your eyes again as the pressure between your hips built again. “Yes yes yes!” You chant like a mantra. The sweetest moan falls from Jake's lips, high pitched and longing. You open your eyes again, catching a bead of sweat dripping down his jawline. It kills you that you can’t reach up and lick it, you want to taste him so badly it’s primal. You can tell he is close to falling apart; his eyes closed and lips parted, a soft rosy flush covering his cheeks.
“You can finish.” You press your heels into his back, your hips slamming into his, your tits bouncing with every thrust.
“No, baby.” He whispers. “that’s not how this works” he brings his fingers down to your throbbing clit, your back arching off the bed with a gasp as his calloused fingertips brush against it. “You’re mine- and I will take care of you first- always. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” You whimper.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Then let go babydoll, make a mess of me” his fingers swirl in tighter circles on your clit, drawing the most scandalous noises from your chest. His free hand is thrown over your hips, pressing down just enough to create the most euphoric friction inside you. He holds you in place while he slides into you, over and over.
You feel the familiar pressure between your hips, your body tightening around his, clasping onto his cock. He nearly collapses over the top of you, a choked moan gracing your ears. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, the pleasure stealing the air directly from your lungs. The proverbial band finally snaps and your eyes clamp shut, your body pulsing around his.
“Oh fuck- m’gonna-“ he nearly growls, thrusting only a few more times into you before you can feel his cock twitching erratically as he fills you up. You gasp a breath, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure consumes you, the sound of him whispering your name over and over is like music to your ears. He pushes a few more weak thrusts into you before stopping and letting his head hang, his hair brushing over your stomach.
You drop your legs from his shoulders, finally stretching your hips with a groan. As you fully come back to your senses, you can feel Jake gently stroking the side of your face as he levels his breathing. He leans forward and presses his face into the crook of your neck and your body relaxes into the bed, whimpering quietly as his cock shifts inside you. He huffs into your neck at the sound and lets his body collapse on the bed next to you, shivering as his cock slips from you.
He lays next to you silently, you can no longer hear rain hitting the windows. His arm is around your waist, your legs tangled together. You pull him tighter to you, unwillingly remembering what comes in the morning. He rubs his hand up and down your back soothingly and you think maybe he knows what you’re thinking.
“It'll be alright baby” he whispers into your shoulder before turning his face up to the ceiling. “And I was serious about reading- I’ll even call you up and read with you if you want” your heart sinks at the sentiment, “I never want you to feel like I’ve left you all alone” You press yourself closer to him and press a kiss to his shoulder, wondering how you ever got so damn lucky.
