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warnings: vampire!jake, slight dub-con??, use of powers, blood drinking, smut, f.receiving oral, general vampire stuff.
authors note: heyyy long time no see, here’s vampy jake as a slightly late halloween gift!
you’d had your eye on him all night.
he sat at the bar, drinking alone, occasionally watching over his shoulder at the noisy bar and its patrons. his long hair rested on his shoulders, wavy and unkempt yet still somehow it looked soft to the touch- his outfit of tight black jeans and a dark blue shirt matched his hair in their wild, thrown-together kind of way. you could see the tapping of his boot against the floor, in time with the indistinguishable rock music blaring through the speakers.
the few glimpses of his face you had caught were enough to intrigue you past the point of concentrating on anything else, until you heard your friends snapping at you to pay attention. you pretended to be engaged, sipped away at your drink altogether far too quickly, while intermittently looking back at the stranger you had claimed as yours to no one but yourself. you feared every time you turned away, he would slip out of the noise and you’d lose your chance to see his face fully, a thought that sent a weird sort of anxiety coursing through your body.
you can’t describe it- this strange, pulsing worry in your chest. like you might die if you don’t get to see him, hear his voice, drink in as much of him as you possibly can. every second that passes is like torture, the almost tangible string flowing from you all the way over to that lone seat at the bar tugging at you, as if he was slowly dragging you over with his very presence.
at last, you drained your drink. you stood up, unceremoniously bringing the conversation to a crashing halt. in lieu of speaking, you rattle the ice in your empty glass and point towards the bar, ignoring the rolling eyes and tired sighs from your friends. panic wasn’t even the word for it. you hurried- no, you bolted across the room as if your life depended on it, pushing past the sudden hoards of bodies separating you from your goal.
when you finally reach the bar, a voice in your head cheers at the absent seat next to your stranger, and you tuck yourself onto it quickly as though the chair might run away if you don’t cement yourself to it. you turn to catch his face and find dark brown eyes already staring, a fire lighting inside your chest- an unfamiliar energy was trapped there, dancing and thrumming with a passion you didn’t understand. a strong nose, angled cheekbones, plump lips and a tiny circular chip of a scar on his forehead are what capture your attention first and foremost. then, you notice the purple shadows under his eyes, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the way the corners of his mouth tip upwards without needing to smile. his skin was pale and wan, not a hint of warmth to be seen.
you worry that you’ve been staring for too long, bringing yourself back to the present and forcing your face into what you hoped was an alluring smile. you couldn’t be too sure- your body had seemed to sever its contact with your brain, your fingers already itching to reach out and smooth the pad of your finger over the cupids bow of his lips.
“hi.” you mutter as casually as you can, but it comes out meek and slightly pathetic. his eyes trail over your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, and you feel that fire in your chest burst, licking at the insides of your throat.
he inclines his head, raising his glass to his lips.
“hello.”
he speaks so quietly you almost feel the need to lean in, but that velvety hum of a voice still shudders through you as if he had yelled into your ear. you straighten your spine and turn your head just so to capture the bartender’s attention, suddenly feeling the need for some liquid courage.
despite giving the impression that your attention was elsewhere, you felt hyper-tuned to every minute movement he made. you noticed when he shifted in his seat to be just slightly closer to you, you noticed the feeling of his eyes burning into your cheek, you noticed how he seemed paused in wait, his lips pressed against the rim of his glass but never taking a sip.
when you ordered and tried to pay, the stranger held up his hand and politely interrupted.
“put it on my tab, please.” he spoke to the bartender, who found deep amusement in the way your jaw had fallen slack and your eyes widened.
the stranger avoided your eyes as he finally took a sip from his glass, dancing away from the dumbfounded confusion plastered across your face. you couldn’t seem to set yourself straight, until a chill went through you and you begged yourself to get a fucking grip.
“what’s your name?” you find yourself blurting out, unsure of how to navigate a conversation with such a quiet yet bold person.
“jake. yours?”
you speak, and his husky voice repeats your name, savouring it on his tongue like he was trying the most delicious bite of food he’d ever taken. he nods, pursing his lips in delicate thought.
“so, i’m guessing your empty drink isn’t the only reason you came over here.” jake says cryptically, tapping a finger on the glass you had brought with you from your table.
“what do you mean?” you feel stupid for asking, because jake’s face is curled into a faint mischievous smile, and you’re desperate to know what the joke is. you’re desperate to know every thought that seems to be running through his head, in all honesty.
his smile widens into what you can only call a dark kind of glee, before extending his finger up towards an angled mirror built into the wall above the bar.
“look in that mirror and tell me what you see.” he says, leaning just close enough for his shoulder to bump yours.
you can see yourself looking small and out of your depth, you can see pretty much all of the bar behind you. what you can’t see, is jake. in fact, there’s no trace of him in that reflection at all- your eyes widen and then squint, as if forcing yourself to concentrate harder will somehow make him appear, but no. he just…isn’t there.
“stop searching for something you aren’t going to find, darling. look at the rest of the room.” he purrs, voice dripping with a quiet power you find yourself compelled to obey. his words cast a haze over you, smoke and whispers you can’t comprehend filling your head, the sharp tang of a perfume you know you don’t recognise wafting against your nose.
and then the smoke is gone. a fog quickly shifted on wind, you don’t recall what had been so strange about his lack of a reflection anyway. you comb through the scene in the glass until your eyes land on the very table you had been sat at all evening- your friends are still chatting away, giggling and sipping at their drinks, while the empty spot you had once occupied sat next to them.
“well, what do you see?” jake pushes, watching your face in the mirror.
“i see my friends, and the table i was sat at.” each word crawls out of you, your tongue fighting to keep each one inside because there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you feel like you’re walking into a trap.
“and?”
“i see my empty seat.” you trail off, settling your hands in your lap.
“you see,” jake starts, before quickly accepting the drink you hadn’t realised was waiting for you, “all night, i’ve had a perfect view of you and your wandering eyes. what on earth could be so interesting about me?”
you hesitate, unable to find words close to what you want to convey, because every thought you currently have involved a lot less clothing and his mouth on your body. he lifts your drink up to your face, holding the straw between forefinger and thumb, letting it rest against your bottom lip.
“take a sip and answer me.” he commands.
instinctively, you wrap your lips around the straw and take a sip, much longer than was necessary, but you were still attempting to assemble some sort of response.
“you’re pretty-beautiful, actually, and i just- i was worried you’d leave before i could talk to you.” you manage to stumble out, not without privately wishing you could smack your head against a brick wall for calling a stranger beautiful.
“well, you’re here now. what do you want to talk to me about?” he sets your drink down on the bar without looking. the feeling of his eyes on you was akin to a twenty pound weight resting on your shoulders, like you were shackled to him until he looked away.
as jake lays out his offering to you, imploring you to speak to him in a way that feels very much like you don’t have a choice in this matter, you realise very suddenly that you hadn’t a clue what you wanted to say to him. all the things you wanted seemed very far in the distance, a lingering fantasy you hadn’t stopped to be realistic about.
“i didn’t think i’d get this far.” you hear yourself squeak out, embarrassed to hear the quiet, condescending chuckle that rumbles in jake’s chest.
you scramble through your brain, trying to find a question appropriate for such an alluring and interesting man.
“do you have a girlfriend?”
yes, because that’s the right kind of question to ask. you wish you could find the ability to shut up, but every social skill you’d ever learned seems to have evacuated the moment jake held the straw to your lips.
instead of answering, a deep laugh rolls out of him. you find yourself smiling with him without noticing, his dazzling smile had bewitched you until all you could think about was the soft pink hue of his lips and how lovely his voice sounded as he laughed.
“what’s so funny about that?” you ask.
“my last relationship, it didn’t quite work out.” his mouth twitches, a shadow of a smirk alluding to a story you clearly weren’t privy to.
“how so?” you breathe, finding the confidence to drag the tip of your finger along the long scar etched into his skin. it felt like touching a live wire, the way your body curved into him, like that connection was all he needed to pull you in without so much as a look. you just barely contain whatever this power is to keep in your seat, flicking your eyes up to find him watching you with an overwhelming interest- as if you were a test subject and he was waiting to see results.
“she wasn’t- she and i had…different needs.”
you want to press him further, unravel all of the secrets he was tantalising and waving in front of your face until you knew him inside and out, but the look he sends your way tells you to remain quiet. he didn’t seem the type to freely give himself away, and you felt a tiny pang of pride that he had even answered your question in the first place, no matter how vague he was about it.
you’re left to stew in silence as jake sips at his drink, occasionally twisting his hand to allow your absentminded fingers to trace over the second scar running along the underside of his forearm. he doesn’t seem to mind the way you tickle and gently scratch at his skin, his dark eyes glossing over as his mind travels to places you’re not too sure you’d like to follow.
jake sets his glass down with a quiet thud full of finality. all that was left were the amber dregs of whiskey and quickly melting ice, causing the glass to sweat against the long fingers still wrapped around it. he doesn’t look up as he asks quietly,
“do you trust me?”
you let out a startled hum, instinctively leaning in closer in a silent request for him to repeat himself. he takes hold of the hand resting on his arm, cupping it with both hands and softly tugging on the limb until his lips sweep against your palm.
“i said, do you,” he lays a kiss against the heel of your palm, gliding his smooth lips over to your wrist, just against your pulse point. you almost feel self conscious when you see his mouth curl into a smirk, feeling how strong the beating of your heart was through your whole body, feeling the impact he has on you without doing anything.
“do you trust me?” he repeats.
“yes.” you breathe, without almost any thought about it.
it had been a known truth that from the moment you had slinked across the bar to sit too close to the beautiful man nursing his drink alone, you were meant to be there. you trusted whatever it was that compelled you to him, even if there was a nauseating feeling eating away at you that maybe, just maybe, those brown eyes had more in store for you than anticipated.
yes, his gaze was almost too intense and he made you feel squirmy as if there was a fire lit beneath your skin, but he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. in fact, you’d never been at more ease with a man you had just met than with jake. there was a peace running alongside that nagging feeling, a cool stream hushing your worries and telling you to follow him wherever he may lead you.
“do you want another drink?” another kiss against your palm.
“yes.”
“do you want to go smoke?” his lip brushes against the tip of your index finger.
“yes.”
“are you saying yes to anything in hopes that i’ll take you home and fuck you senseless?” he slowly runs his tongue over the pad of your thumb, taking it past his lips and softly biting down on it.
“yes.”
you gasp a strained breath, feel it shudder through your chest and become stuck in your throat. he swirls his tongue around your thumb before pulling away with a quiet pop.
“humans. always so easy to read, aren’t you?” his voice is soft, a little tut punctuating his sentence.
“mhm.” you gulp, shifting in your seat until you were leaning so precariously off the edge of it you’d either collapse to the floor or into jake’s lap. the fact that he had just called you human, like he wasn’t one, didn’t surprise you. perhaps you had always known deep down that the man sitting beside you was something…different.
his hand strokes up your arm in order to snake along your collarbones, holding your throat for such a brief moment you almost think it didn’t happen, until he finds the side of your head and gently tugs you closer to him. you’re almost thrown off your balance until your hand connects with his strong thigh, and you crumble into his side.
“when i fuck you, will you let me do anything i want?” he asks quietly, his lips pressing against your ear.
rapidly you nod, letting your fingers dig into his denim-clad leg. he tuts and takes a hold of your chin, angling your face up towards him. the way he’s looking at you, devouring every minute change in your face, the desperation in your eyes, it turns your core molten. your thighs press together, but you know it isn’t enough.
“need you to use your words, angel.” his dark eyelashes flutter as he speaks, there’s a moment of deliberate softness in his face wherein he waits patiently for you to answer him better.
“you can do anything you want, jake. please, do whatever you want.” your voice trails off to a whisper and you hope he doesn’t catch the slight whine in your words, but he of course does.
“and what exactly is it that i want?”
although you know for a fact that jake could talk you into doing anything, you falter for a moment as you look at the busy room and all the people who could overhear the dark things you wanted to spill. he follows your eyes and shifts, as if he had forgotten exactly where he was.
“let’s go somewhere quiet, somewhere you can tell me all about your filthy mind and not get all shy. look at you, you’re going pink.” he runs his knuckle over your hot cheek, smirking down at how flustered you are.
his finger dips past your jaw, trailing to where your pulse is strongest. he presses his finger there for a moment, feeling the way your heart pounds away beneath your skin, and he lets out the most delicious, barely-there groan you could have possibly imagined. like the very thought of the blood running through your veins makes him just as desperate as you feel.
“so warm.” he whispers, a shudder rolling along his body.
somehow he manages to walk you both out of the bar without letting go of your hand, keeping you close to his chest as you stumble along with him in a blind haze. the cold air hits you like a wall, forcing you to tuck yourself closer under jake’s arm. the scent of him is everywhere, deep and rich with a hint of something otherworldly that you’ll never be able to name.
you feel that hazy, slowly familiar tang burning your nose again, and find yourself in front of a dark green door already ajar, letting jake hold most of your weight. he gently forces you to stand to your full height and lets go of your body.
you don’t bother to ask how you got there- you don’t think you’ll get an answer.
you feel lost and empty without his strong arms around you, and when he steps into what is unmistakably his home, you follow like a lamb to slaughter. you just need him back, need him to be close again, the strange, thrumming worry like you might die if you don’t have him near tightening your chest again.
jake steps out of his shoes, and there’s an overwhelming compulsion for you to drop your bag and jacket to the floor. the feeling was not entirely your own, and you knew it came from him. you don’t know how, but it was him.
just as you followed him through the door, you followed him deeper into the house, not stopping to take in any details of the rooms you pass in your desperate fog. you only stop when he does, inside a bedroom you knew he didn’t use. it was beautifully ornate, decorated with splashes of green and black. what a shame you were too focused on the back of jake’s head to notice.
suddenly he turns, watching you with a dark glint in his eyes. in the room, with just candles for light, the planes and shadows of his face intensified. he looked carved, like he had been brought to life from alabaster. perfection.
you think you might have said that word out loud with the way his eyes widen for a moment, before his face settles back into what you can only describe as predatory grace. he takes a step towards you, reaching out for your hand, which you readily give, magnetised to his touch.
“come here.” he whispers, and you obey, happily stepping into his scent and breathing in deeply.
he smiles down at you, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. you stroke your hands up his arms until they rest at the tops of his shoulders.
“beautiful woman. you might be the most…perfect human i’ve seen.” his long fingers trace along the column of your throat, his thumb pressing that delicate spot beating with life, and his eyes glower with the hunger of a beast your very bones know to run from.
but you don’t run. instead, you lean your head back, exposing more of your smooth, hot skin to him. he sucks a breath through his teeth, the sound running all the way across your peaked nipples and down to nestle between your thighs.
jake leans in so close you feel his breath hitting your skin, and you think he might kiss you. his lips are so near, so tantalisingly close that you let out a quiet whine, but they drag over your jaw and down to replace his thumb. they stay there for a pregnant pause, the most gentle of kisses searing into your blood.
you’re so tense and desperate that you almost stomp your foot with impatience. you want more, you need more, and he won’t give it to you. he’s playing with his food, so to speak, and every second that passes makes you want to scream. a huff sighs from you, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders.
“is there something you want, darling?” he asks, brushing the tip of his tongue against his favourite spot on your neck, the action sending your knees weak.
“need more.” you manage to gasp out, snaking your hand to the nape of his neck, tugging at him until he moves.
“more of what, my sweet?” he hums, his nose trailing up your jaw and across your cheek, until your mouths are almost slotted together. all it would take is the slightest nudge, but jake’s hands have found their way into your hair, and his tight grip leaves no room for nudges.
“more of-more, god, more you.” you stutter, suddenly overwhelmed by this need and the slow, pulsing ache between your legs.
his lips crash against yours before you can take a shaky breath, and you feel a relief unlike any you’ve ever had before. his kiss was rough, teeth scraping against your bottom lip, while his hands ravaged the tiny amount of fabric you called a dress. it was scraps of nothing by the time he pulled away to let you gasp for air.
“on the bed, legs open.” he demands, and you practically throw yourself onto the soft mattress, barely registering the cool silk sheets and how they caressed your hot skin. jake watches as you twist and shove yourself up the bed to make room for him, tugging at his belt and the first few buttons of his pants as he crawls into your space.
“i said legs open.” he grunts, delicately prying your knees apart to reveal your soaked underwear.
you whine softly when he runs a finger over the damp fabric, teasing your core with a barely-there touch. it’s enough to make your hips jerk, chasing the need for more pressure, more fingers, more.
jake settles on his stomach, brushing gentle kisses over your legs, deepening them and using his tongue to sweep over the expanse of your thighs when he gets to them. every inch of skin he explores feels like it’s on fire, he has set you aflame with lust, and you never want to be put out. you’d lay here and burn for eternity if it meant having his lips against you forever.
as he nears closer and closer to your heat, your breathing becomes more laboured, naked chest heaving with the exertion of keeping still for him. you want to writhe and shriek with the pure need racing through your veins, so you fist your hands into the silk sheets beneath you.
jake uses his thumb to pull your underwear to the side, baring your slick center to him and earning a starved groan from his plump lips. his thumb circles your clit, softly teasing you until your hand darts out to grab at the crown of his head.
“jake-please.” you pant, hoping to convince him to speed up his ministrations.
“just need one little taste before i give it to you, baby.” he murmurs against your thigh.
you spread your legs eagerly, desperate for his mouth on your cunt, but he moves to focus on your thigh once more. your mouth opens to protest when you see his teeth glint in the candlelight. fangs, long and sharp are gently scratching at the plush skin, and you know exactly what he means by “taste”.
“be good for me and stay very still, okay?” his deep, husky voice fills your senses as the sheer…excitement of what’s to come causes blood to pound in your ears.
a searing pain forces a surprised moan from between your lips, gasping at the dizzying sensation of him feeding from such a delicate place.
one of his strong hands is keeping your thigh pinned against the bed, squeezing and massaging the skin, while the other slowly creeps up to find your core. he pushes two fingers inside of you without warning, curling and pumping them against your sweet spot until the pain you feel is mixed beautifully with pleasure.
jake lets out something akin to a growl, his eyes rolling back as he tastes what he’s been after all night. he could stay here forever, tasting your sweet blood until he drains you completely, but he can’t. he wants you alive long enough to fulfil the rest of his- and your- needs.
with great, immense difficulty, he tears himself away, licking at the wound until it’s a mere sting, blood trickling down his chin. his eyes are wild with lust, and his tongue flicks over one of his fangs. you can’t help but moan at the sight, and when his fingers inside of you press harshly into your walls, you gasp loudly.
“now i need a pallet cleanser.” he states, voice thick with satisfaction.
he dives into your cunt with a hunger you’ve never experienced, sucking and softly biting at your clit, his fingers working you even faster than before until your mind is numb with the pleasure. your voice has faded into breathless whines, and your hands scratch at his scalp, desperately trying to keep him right there.
you’re so close, teetering on that edge you’ve been chasing for what feels like hours now when jake pulls away, mouth stained red and shining from your blood and your wetness.
“what the fuck!” you screech, thumping the mattress with your fist as jake casually wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and begins to undress himself, kicking his jeans off and shrugging out of his shirt.
your hands scrabble at him, nipping and scratching his skin in your efforts to force his head back against you, but he’s too strong.
you’re easily pinned down and your bratty display is subdued in seconds, the look he gives you silencing any complaints you might have.
“do you not trust that i’m going to get you exactly where you need to be?” he whispers, danger lacing his words.
you pout, but you let him kiss your neck, holding the back of his head gently.
“i know exactly what you want and need, darling.”
he sits back on his heels, gripping himself in his large hand. god, he’s huge. you hadn’t dared to look until this very moment, and you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to look away. every beautiful, delicious inch of him was intoxicating, and you truly felt drunk off of him.
“please.” is all you could force yourself to say, eyes glued on his perfect cock and the way his hand was beginning to stroke it.
“i know, baby.”
the slow burn of him stretching you out was mind numbing. he gathered your legs and pressed them into your chest, hands gripping the backs of your thighs tightly as his cock angles deeper inside of you. every inch you took was more rewarding than the last, the head of his cock pushing against your sweet spot. you could already feel yourself falling apart beneath him, a tightening crescendo building in the base of your stomach.
“gonna- oh my god, jake.” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid his all-consuming stare.
he was too much and not enough all at once, and the steady pace he drilled into you was devastating. you’d never have something as perfect as this ever again- you probably wouldn’t live long enough to have the chance. the thought that these were your final moments with jake, your beautiful, bewitching creature, was more heartbreaking than knowing you were going to die.
“let it happen, darling. just cum for me.” he panted out, speeding up his pace and pushing a finger between your legs to circle your clit.
it was like an electric bolt, the added stimulation of his finger. your back arched off the mattress, and you grabbed for the back of his head once more, pulling him tight against your throat.
“do it, please.” you beg for that sharp pain again, desperate to let him feed as he fucked you.
he more than happily obliged, not without pressing a rough kiss to your mouth first. his teeth sunk into the buttery skin of your neck easily, and you let out a sharp scream at the feeling. his hips kept fucking you through it all, finger toying with your clit as he grunted into you.
you feel the tight band in your stomach snap, and all you can see is stars. you no longer exist on this plane of existence, floating in a vast and endless expanse of absolutely nothing but you and jake. the pleasure is simultaneously ripping you apart atom by atom and stitching you back together into something anew, something completely unlike you and exactly like you. it’s overwhelming in the best way possible, and you don’t know if you remember your name anymore.
the only thing you feel is jake pulling away from your neck, his hips freezing as he spills into you, his quiet whimper when your body uncontrollably squeezes down on his sensitive cock.
you let out a sigh, all of the air forced from your lungs. your arms are weak around jake’s neck, and you feel him lean his weight onto you, his lips pressing kisses all over your face until they meet yours.
author’s note- hey! hope you all enjoy this kinda fluffy but also sexy fic for my favourite baby boy jakey <3 not the most original but i haven’t written in a long time sooo just enjoy it lol
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the sun warmed jake’s skin as he slowly woke up, but it wasn’t quite the type of heat he craved.
what he wanted was the feeling of your body close to his, creasing the sheets and tangling yourself around his legs, but you were nowhere to be found. his eyebrows scrunched, confusion lacing the features you so loved to admire, and he quickly sat up, adjusting the sheets covering his body.
“stay where you are!” your voice, his favourite sound, called out, and a quick look across the room told jake that you had left the bedroom door slightly ajar.
you were standing outside of the room, albeit struggling to enter it what with your hands being full, but you were determined to ensure jake stayed in bed. if he got up, he’d busy himself with getting ready for the day, and you were intent to steal him for as long as you possibly could.
“o-kay?” jake uncertainly agreed, sitting back into the pillows, though not without a doubtful look shot towards the door you were struggling to push open.
eventually you risk just kicking the door open, nudging it with your elbow to make sure it actually lets you through, and the smile you wore only faltered once, when you almost drop a mug of coffee.
“what’s all this, sweets?” jake laughs, eyebrows lifting as he took in you, your arms laden with plates and mugs and even more, and your skimpy attire.
you were balancing a large box on top of two plates, with a smaller box on top of the larger one, while two mugs dangle precariously from your fingers. you wore a short, thin powder-pink dress you only reserved for when you wanted to feel extra pretty, and the most beautiful smile jake had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
“tad-ahh!” you cheer out, breathless with the effort it took you to get upstairs.
with jake’s help, you safely extract the mugs from your fingers and place the boxes down on the bed, from which a delicious smell was emanating. baked goods.
“what did you do for me, angel?” jake asked, watching you crawl back into bed and gently sweeping your hair off of your shoulder to give him the chance to kiss it.
“just ordered us breakfast, your favourite!” you explain, quickly opening the boxes to reveal cinnamon buns in one, fresh berries in the other.
it was like watching a child open a christmas gift, the way jake’s eyes grew. he sat up eagerly, taking a plate and immediately reaching in the box to serve himself a warm, soft cinnamon bun.
as he took his first bite, his eyes fell shut, and a satisfied groan sounded from the back of his throat. you took the time to admire him in all of his morning glory- messy hair, soft, tired brown eyes, his golden skin delicately kissed by the sun shining through the open window. every detail of him was perfect, down to your favourite freckle of his sitting against the top of his stomach.
“thank you, love. cmere.” he beckoned you, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.
“oh, jake, you’re getting me all sticky! stop it!” you laugh as he continues to kiss over your cheeks and jaw. the icing from his breakfast left sticky marks all over your lips, and you felt your face crinkle in displeasure at the feeling.
“can’t help it, you’re too sweet.”
“god, that was cheesy.” you poke fun at him, and yet you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him kiss you again.
jake pushes the plate in his lap away with a blind hand, too focused on kissing you with more intention this time, leaning his body into yours until you were both sinking into the pillows. he tastes sweet, full of warmth and spice. his tongue gently runs over your bottom lip, and you can’t find a reason to deny him.
“jake…” you sigh, after breaking away from his mouth.
“what…” he matches your tone, though he makes no effort to catch onto what you both know you’re trying to say.
“the food.”
“can be eaten at another time. i want you now.” he mutters against your lips, nudging his nose to yours.
“the coffee will go cold.” you warn, as you let jake place the boxes and plates onto the floor, out of the way.
“we can heat it back up again.” he offers a solution to every problem you present to him, so who are you to keep trying to stop something good?
“just let me taste you, that’s all i really want.” he whispers, slowly crawling down the bed and along your body.
“please?” his brown eyes meet yours, full of pleading and a delicate love you knew you could trust.
you reach out a hand to cup his cheek, stroking over his soft skin as a contented smile overtakes his face. his body is nestled between your legs now, warm hands pushing your thin dress up over your hips.
still, he doesn’t go any further. he waits for you to say yes, to allow him what he so desperately wants, with baited breath and subtly wriggling hips that told you he wanted this even more than his imploring eyes were letting on.
“of course, baby.”
quickly, his hands push your thighs open, baring you to his eager eyes. he looks far more hungry for you than he ever has been for cinnamon buns, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“so fucking pretty, always have been.” he murmurs, before licking a stripe from your core to your clit.
“taste so sweet, i don’t think i’ll ever get enough.” he chuckles and shakes his head, like he couldn’t quite believe he could he addicted to someone’s taste- and yet here he was, aching for more of you.
“you can have me whenever you need a fix, honey.” you joke, but your fingers threading through his hair and pushing his head back down tell him you don’t feel much like talking anymore.
jake wraps both arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and effectively suffocating himself between your legs. once upon a time, you would have been concerned, but after a stern conversation in which jake told you that he would happily die with his face between your legs, you stopped caring so much and let him enjoy his happy place.
he lets out a muffled groan as he buries his face even closer to you, lapping and lavishing his tongue over your core before attaching his lips to your clit, suckling softly until you gasp and tighten your grip in his hair.
“fuck, jake.” you whine out, feeling your hips buck up against his mouth.
“mhm.” he moans back, nodding his head and consequently pressing his tongue harder against your clit.
he nuzzles his face from side to side, watching for the way your face changes, your mouth falling open and your eyes scrunching shut at the sensation. your hips can’t stay still, it seems, because they grind against his tongue without thought.
his hands slink up your stomach to tug at the hem of your dress, his brown eyes flicking up to meet yours as he draws circles with his tongue against you.
“take this off. please.” he pauses, remembering his manners even in his greediest moments, and you comply, shrugging it off and tossing it somewhere across the room. all the while, jake is sucking and rolling your clit over his tongue. he made it a very distracted, hard task, but you were eventually completely naked for him.
pressure is building deep in your stomach, and it only amplifies when jake snakes a hand away from your hip and slides two fingers inside of you, curling and massaging at your sweet spot until you felt your eyes rolling back into your head.
“i’m gonna- jake, please.” you manage to choke out, before your orgasm hits you hard.
still, jake continues licking and sucking at your now sensitive clit, relishing in how you throb and squeeze around his fingers still fucking into you.
“god- fuck, oh my god.” you groan, tugging away at his hair, but he can’t seem to pull himself out from between your legs.
your second orgasm hits you twice as hard as the first, your oversensitive cunt clenching down on his fingers, twitching and aching for a reprieve jake isn’t ready to reward you with yet. your hips twist, trying to get away from the all-consuming feeling his tongue was pushing you into, but his strong arms held you in place.
eventually you sink back into the bed, weak and spent, as jake finally comes up for air. he runs a finger through his hair, licking at his lips to savour every last drop of you, smiling brighter than you had seen in a while. he truly was a kid on christmas, spoiled with all of his favourite things.
“my sweet baby, you’re so good to me.” he coos, kissing a messy line along your stomach and between your tits, until he reaches your mouth. you can still taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with a faint hint of cinnamon.
“i love you, idiot.” you breathe, pressing your sticky forehead to his.
“i love you more.” he whispers, kissing your lips softly.
you break away from him, reaching over the edge of the bed to find your long-forgotten breakfast. jake shifts his leg and you find yourself slipping further down the bed until you could press your hand against the floor, a gasp leaving your mouth.
“what are you doing?” jake asks, taking his opportunity to grab a handful of your ass while it was there, sticking up right in front of him.
“trying to get more breakfast- unsuccessfully.” you grumble, barely managing to push yourself back onto the bed.
jake’s hand never leaves your ass, nor does he try to help you get back up, simply enjoying the show of your hips moving from side to side, and how he got an occasional glimpse of your glistening cunt every time your thighs spread.
“i don’t think i’m finished with you, sweets.” he says, using both hands to pull your hips up until you could feel his hot breath against your clit.
“reach over and have a taste of our breakfast, some of the icing.” you obey before you can really think about it, swiping through the icing and sucking it clean from your fingers.
“isn’t it good?” he asks so casually, while his large hands spread your ass cheeks apart.
“mhm, very good. i picked well.” you mutter, breath hitched in your throat in preparation for whatever he was going to do next.
“now tell me,” he interrupts himself to lick over you, collecting your juices in his mouth, “does the icing taste better than you do?”
he takes a strong hold in your hair and pulls you up, twisting your head until he was hovering above you, forcing his thumb past your lips to pull your mouth open. he spits into your mouth and makes sure you swallow with a satisfied smirk upon his lips.
you’re so unbelievably turned on that you forget jake had even spoken, so when he tilts his head expectantly, eyebrows lifted, you can’t quite figure out what he wants from you.
“answer my question, baby. do you think you taste better than the icing?” his strong hands cup your cheeks, cradling your face delicately as you slowly nod.
“yes, i do.” you whisper.
“smart, smart girl. you taste better than any baked treat. the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted.” he murmurs against your lips, pressing a deep kiss to them until you’re pulling him closer and gasping for air at the same time.
“ ‘m gonna fuck you now, pretty girl. is that okay?”
you could’ve screamed yes in that moment. you wanted nothing more than to have him fill you up, make you a mess and mark you as his, but words seem to be failing you in this current moment, so you opt instead to nod so hard you think your head might fall off and reach for his cock, stroking over it with shaking hands.
“please.” you manage to squeak out when he still doesn’t move despite your legs haphazardly flung open for him, the most graceless but also the most desperate and ready position you could possibly be in.
suddenly, you’re being flipped over, with one of his hands pulling your hips up and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.
“god, so fucking pretty and pink. wish i had a camera nearby so i could document my pretty, pink pussy.” he groans, his thumb rubbing over your clit.
“all yours, jakey.” you practically purr, shoving your hips further back to chase his touch as his thumb moves away.
a swift crack to your ass cheek keeps your greedy tendencies in check, and you remain still as he admires you.
“all mine. all of you belongs to me, don’t you?” he asks, and all you can do is whimper in response.
“this pussy belongs to me,” he begins, sliding a finger inside and hooking it into your g spot,
“this ass belongs to me,” his free hand smacks at the plush skin of your ass, taking a handful,
“these tits belong to me,” his hand travels along your back and snakes over your stomach in search of your nipple, squeezing and tugging away at it until a high-pitched whine squeaks out of you,
“and this pretty, pretty face belongs to me too.” his hand abandons your nipple in favour of grasping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until your lips puff up and your neck aches from twisting too far in the wrong direction.
jake lets go of your face, combing his fingers through your hair before he traces lines along the rest of your body. his spare hand slips out of you, and before you can begin to complain, you’re met with the very welcome sensation of his cock stretching you out.
softly you sigh as you get used to his size, happy and so full you can feel the weight of him deep in your stomach, that delicious ache being quelled finally. your favourite craving.
his hips begin to rock, slowly pushing in and out of you, until you push your hips back and he gets the message.
“don’t be gentle. just fuck me, jake.” you sigh, glad to feel his hands take a harsh grip on your hips and his body begin a faster pace.
soon, he’s slamming into you so hard you’re not sure you can remember exactly what ‘gentle’ means anymore. it’s intoxicating, feeling him everywhere, stealing your breath away, scratching at your skin, pounding your cunt over and over again until it hurts- in the best way possible.
“so fucking tight, feels too damn good.” he grunts out, just barely cutting himself off with a choked moan in the back of his throat.
“keep fucking me like that, please, god, don’t stop.” you whine out, reaching down to press quick circles into your clit, feeling your toes curl as your orgasm quickly approaches.
“just cum for me, angel. don’t think about anything else.” he pants, hooking an arm under your hips to keep your body from sinking into the bed and stop him from chasing his end too.
the extra support only provides more pressure right where you need it, his forearm pushing down on your lower stomach and making the pleasure altogether too much, and soon all you can do is scream his name into your pillow, crumbling into the feeling of your orgasm washing over you.
“good girl, that’s my sweet baby. keep cumming for me.” he rasps out, his hips stuttering as he tries to hold on for just a moment longer.
“gonna fill you up, make you mine. you want that, baby? wanna be all filled up with my cum?” he always gets vocal just as he’s about to cum, trying to talk himself through it as his body convulses and twitches with overwhelming pleasure.
“give it to me, please, jake.” you whimper, fisting the sheets beneath you.
he lets out a throaty groan, forcing his hips against your ass as he finishes, pressing his weight into your body and kissing over your shoulders.
you clutch at his hips, reaching out for the softer skin of his tummy, desperate to keep him close. you need him to stay with you for just a while longer, begging for the weight of his body on top of yours for as long as you selfishly demand. maybe it was a strange position to some, but it felt so complete and right for you in that moment, you couldn’t help but cling to it until someone’s foot inevitably falls asleep.
“i’m not going anywhere, angel.” he whispers into your hair, smoothing kisses over your hairline as you quietly whimper and moan underneath him.
“just wanna stay like this for a while. feels nice.” you mumble, feeling his hand take yours and squeeze it gently.
“we can stay like this for as long as you want. we don’t have anywhere to be. we even have snacks, see? you planned ahead without even realising.”
he points your intertwined hands towards the box of cinnamon buns still sitting on the floor, waiting for you to tear into later.
a/n: Oh hi. My lovely, beautiful and very smart friend convinced me to write this after I sent her a teeny tiny imagine based on that look on Josh’s face. 5k+ words later, my first fic was born. Oops. Shout out to all my pookies who got to read it first <3
pairing: Josh x f!reader
summary: You’ve made your boyfriend jealous for the first time, and he simply won’t stand for it :)
warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, light arguing, graphic sexual content, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, yadda yadda - enjoy!
A/N: This is a short little oneshot/blurb based of the ask I sent into to @gretavanlace . I couldn’t get it out of my head and just had to put the unhinged thoughts down before I can work on anything else. Thank you @shutupdevvie for not letting me forget about this idea 😘
It’s not perfect or super edited so forgive me!
Thank you @allieboop for all your love, support and feedback! ❤️❤️❤️
I hope you all enjoy this one!!
Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content- MINORS DNI!!! (fingering, dirty talk, mirror play, alluding to squirting, let me know if i miss something)
It’s only early morning when you finally muster enough energy to sneak out of the tight hold of Jake’s arms around you. Sunlight is just starting to peek through the barely open blinds of your bedroom while you pad over into the master bathroom.
You don’t even bother to look at your reflection since your eyes really aren’t working properly yet. Thankfully, the hot, soothing steam of your shower wakes you up. You feel refreshed as the massaging beads of water cascade onto your face and shoulders
You are already missing him in the few minutes you’ve been gone, wishing that you were still in the comforting warmth of your bed together. It had only been a few hours since he had been home from getting in so late last night after this last stretch from their tour.
And last night was such a blur, there was hardly a greeting between you before Jake had torn your clothes off and taken you to bed. It definitely wasn’t a complaint, you loved his need and desire for you. Even in the rushed moments, you just wanted as much time as you could - to hear the sounds of his voice as he told you about the days and places he’s recently visited within the last few weeks.
There was nothing to worry about since he promised a day planned for the two of you, but in all honesty, all you truly want is to crawl back in bed and feel the loving embrace of his arms while he slept soundly into late morning.
When you leave the bathroom after wrapping yourself in a plush towel, steam billows out from behind into the calm quarters of the bedroom. You weren’t absent for very long and you fully expect to find him still asleep within the sea of comforters and sheets where you left him.
Instead. you find him propped up on his elbow, awake and watching you closely as you make your way to the closet behind him. Even in his state, his beauty was effortless. His tangled hair was swept lazily across face, his golden skin glowed flawlessly in the sunlight, and despite having only a few hours of rest, he didn’t show it.
“Morning,” you chime in a cheerful tone.
He smiles from your greeting, and lets out a sleepy sigh. His voice is still raspy as he starts to wake, “And good morning to you.” He reaches an open hand out when you get close within reach, “Come here.”
You turn and walk towards the bed offering your hand, and he takes it in his while sitting up on the edge of the mattress to guide you between his open legs. He didn’t bother to dress when you were gone, so the white linen sheets draped across him are the only thing covering his body.
His skin feels so warm beneath your cold hands when you place them on his shoulders for balance. He welcomes the touch, and you spot his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.
He pouts at you while his hands drag down the terry cloth of your towel that’s wrapped around your body, pulling you in closer, “I gotta say, I’m a little offended.”
Your brows pull in confusion and before you can answer, you see a playful smirk form on his lips as he tugs the bottom of the towel, “I can’t join you for showers anymore?”
“I didn’t want to wake you!” You huff, throwing your arms up so the secure hold on the towel is gone, making it fall just enough for him to notice. Your fingers tuck the loose hair behind his ear, “Besides, you’ve seen me naked a million times. You’re not missing anything.”
Jake finds the open edge of your towel that’s running down the center of your body, and he dances his fingers along it in anticipation like he’s waiting to unwrap a present on Christmas. You look down to see him biting his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing to you that he’s up to something.
He starts to pull at the edge, loosening it from your body, “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I missed out on so, so much.”
You don’t fight him when he opens the towel and pulls you in by fistfuls of the fabric to close the rest of the distance between you. You might have protested under different circumstances, arguing that you needed to scurry off to get dressed. But any thoughts like that are instantly shoved away as soon as you feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your bare breasts.
That dull, throbbing ache is already building between your legs.
You want to feel his lips on yours and pull him into a kiss, and you almost pull away to bring them yours. You stop yourself when he flicks your nipple into the heat of his mouth, rolling it with the velvet-softness of his tongue.The sensation of it with his thumbs pressing into your hip has you bucking forward to chase the feeling. The moan breaking from your throat makes him smile against your breast before he leaves a trail of kisses between them and up to your neck, finding that favorite spot of yours with the heat of his tongue.
“Jake…” you whine as your fingers start to weave into the long locks of his hair to tug him into you more.
He licks a long stripe from the hollow point for your throat to your ear before breathing into your neck, “Turn for me.”
“Huh? Wha-“
“Shhh. I want to see you. Turn around for me.”
You oblige to his command without further thought, mostly because you’re already hooked on the feeling of his mouth on your body.
He takes the towel that has bunched around the small of your back and lets it completely fall to the floor at your feet, he continues, “Let’s see…I missed out on this…”
You’re now facing the large mirror that’s adored to the wall of the bedroom. It’s a gorgeous piece to the room, adding a special touch that felt very Jake - something that he had picked out and insisted on months ago. It’s quickly become a favorite and you love the character of the dark frame border that led your eyes around the curved arch at the top, making it stand apart from any other standard mirror.
Its position has it facing the side of your bed, giving you and Jake a perfect view of your profiles. Now you’re standing in front of it, completely naked without anything for cover. Admittedly, you’re a little self-conscious being so exposed like this with nothing to hide behind.
While you’re struggling with your shyness - he’s busy feeling, roaming across the intricate curves of your body with his large hands like it's the first time he’s seen them. All while kissing at the side of your breast while his calloused fingertips trace along. He watches in himself the mirror as his hands make their way from caressing the softness of your belly, to grip onto points of your hips and then up over the swells of your breasts. He gives them both a firm squeeze, admiring how they look in his hands, how your skin radiates beneath his own.
You whimper when he pinches gently at your nipple to see it harden instantly against his fingers,“…Jake.”
He hums to himself satisfied with the sound of his name being muttered into the quiet room. His hands are quick to find a position at your hips again while he directs you with a low, sultry groan,“Sit down. I wanna make you feel good.”
Without another thought, you try to turn to face him, but he stops you from doing so, “Aht! I wanna see you this time.”
He emphasizes the idea with that special look in his eye into th mirror- the darkness of lust already swimming around in the burnt-caramel irises.
You blush at the thought, and can’t help but feel a little nervous about being in front of the mirror like this. It wasn’t entirely foreign to you. Sometimes when you and Jake were intimate, you or him would glance over to see how you looked, but this seems so different. You were both usually so involved with each other to really take notice, but now, there was nothing to really distract you.
While your mind is racing with possibilities, one of his hands trails around the curve of your waist and dips down between your legs, cupping your pussy in the palm as he guides you backwards onto his lap. He carefully nudges your legs apart with his knees, and you can’t resist looking away from the mirror when you see yourself in such an explicit and vulnerable position.
You feel him nuzzle into the side of your neck to reassure you in your moment of doubt. He smiles, placing a tender kiss to the shell of your ear, “It’s okay, baby. Just let me admire you.”
Just like that, and like always - his soothing words never fail to calm you, and you immediately feel the tension of your insecurities start to melt from your muscles as you relax against his chest.
His other hand can’t stay still for very long so it trails around to feel over your stomach, across the dip of your navel, up and down the thickness of your thighs until it comes back to its place at your hip.
Your eyes are brought back to the mirror in front of you to lock with his, but you’re pulled away from them the second his middle finger slips into the pooling wetness of your folds- spreading them open for himself to see.
You can already feel him harden beneath with each steady, rhythmic beat of his heart you while his fingers explore you, collecting the slick of your arousal as they do so.
He coos in your ear, his voice still laiden with the rasp of slumber, “So delicate and soft. Like the beautiful petals of a rose… hmmmm, are you my pretty flower, baby?”
You whimper and nod as your head rolls back against him. You desperately want to think about the endearing words being spoken in your ear, but he's distracting you with those teasing brushes across your clit. Your eyes already want to close but you are determined in fighting the urge so you can see him touch you.
His voice is a bit louder this time, the filthy words echoing in your clouded mind, “You’re always telling me how good my fingers feel when I fuck you with them. Like fucking magic. Those were your words, right, baby?”
Cocky bastard.
But he was so right.
And you would never be able to get enough either. So many nights have been spent crying and screaming his name like there wasn’t a soul in sight for miles because of them. He knew. Even if you weren’t to admit to him directly how they made you feel, he knew it regardless.
“Do you wanna see how my fingers look in this beautiful pussy?” He was taunting you now, teasing them around the entrance of your cunt like a twisted, evil game he always loves to play. He just had to hear you beg for it in that pitiful little voice of yours.
You clench around him the best you could to chase the feeling and are quick to give in to your need, crying out “Jake, please…please!”
He laughs at your despair, the throaty sound makes you scream as the breath flutters across your now sweat-dampened skin. You’re thankful when he shows mercy by giving in to your desperate pleas with his middle finger sliding into your aching pussy
“Fuck…”
It feels like a growl as it vibrates against the peak of your shoulder. The first break in his stoic facade causes your eyes to flick up to see his brows pulling together in disbelief before huffing a soft giggle to your skin,“…you are so fucking tight.”
This alone almost sends you teetering right over the edge, just feeling him locked inside you for these few seconds. You want to keep him there forever, but you settle to watch how his hand flexes as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out of you before adding another to stretch you out.
Oh my god.
They really do belong here, and they always have with how perfect they fill you up. This was a truly sight you wish you could record, but you make sure to burn it into memory - each and every detail of his beautiful hands and how they look tucked away in their favorite place.
You are being consumed by your own euphoria, but even so, you start feeling greedy. Making him feel just as good as you do is always a priority. You are missing him, afterall. It doesn’t help with how he’s pressing into you, so you reach behind in a clumsy effort to take him in your hands.
The hand that wasn’t busy between your legs locks around your waist to hold you tight to him. His head shakes against yours, “Don’t worry about me, love. This is all about you.”
You scoff with a lazy, almost-drugged roll of your eyes, “You just like watching yourself.”
It would be a lie if you said you didn’t enjoy that part about him - thinking that the little ego boost he gets when you tell him how good he looks was endearing. You even smile to yourself whenever you would catch him even sneaking a look at the massive monitors of his shows when the camera pans over to him. He deserves every bit of that confidence, even if it made you melt and your heart flutter wildly each time you witness it.
It is almost surreal, like you are taking the place of his guitar at this exact moment. You wouldn’t dare to of course, but it’s hard not to imagine it with the way he is touching you. It feels so reminiscent of something you have witnessed over and over.
It is truly magic, as corny as that might sound to anyone else. If you were to explain it, it wouldn’t be enough to do it justice. It’s a blur before your eyes with how fast they move, how gentle and deliberate they are when you need them to be.
It's effortless with how he pulls you into a blissful trance, and that’s all you’re able to really focus on.
As much as he loves watching himself play on stage, he was loving this as much if not more. His focus of attention is on each roll of his slick fingers over your swollen clit and the languid motions of them against the hidden spot deep in your cunt.
The closer you get to your climax, the more intense the movements of his fingers become. As if he is losing himself along with you, captured in the moment like he had been countless times in the heightened peak of his performances.
He hums through a loving kiss placed behind your ear, “I suppose you’re right. But how could I not enjoy this? ”
There wasn’t a coherent answer for you to come up with, even if he probably wasn’t expecting one. You don’t doubt that he is enjoying this almost as much as you are. He lived to hear your sweet praises, but the lack of anything right now and seeing his affect on you as you unraveled a bit more from each touch was more than enough.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer as the familiar knot twists tighter in your core. The way he drags you through your building ecstasy is intoxicating, like a drug you can’t get enough hits of.
His voice is what’s keeping you grounded to him, “Look. You like this don’t you? Look how fucking wet you’re getting.”
Although, it's what you hear at first. Normally, the loud noises of your wetness would threaten to be an embarrassment for you in a moment like this, but now all you can do is let a breathless laughter take its place as the lewd sounds of his fingers working inside you echo throughout the room.
You do your best to try to drag your focus through your fogged daze from your heavy, closing lids. It’s a miracle you’re able to catch the sight of him withdrawing his soaked fingers from you to circle changing patterns across your clit.
The prideful grin over your shoulder says it all. He’s relishing in how your arousal glistened before him in the hazy morning light - taking in your beauty with how you’re falling apart in his arms, especially with how much you had been grinding on top of his lap without even realizing it.
“Jake…I’m so close,” you puff between heavy pants.
The sounds escaping him would make you believe that the roles are reversed. That you’re the one pleasuring him with his hardened, leaking cock in your hand. His ragged breathing clung to the surface of your skin with each moan when you tighten around his moving fingers.
He nods frantically against you, “I can feel you. Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my fingers. Soak my lap, please. I want to see it on the floor.”
You cry his name over and over like a skipping, broken record.
“That’s it. Say my name,” He nips at your skin, stinging that sensitive flesh between his teeth. “Look at how good I take care of that perfect pussy.”
He knows just what to do by pressing his fingers into that special spot so perfectly. The sinful words passing through his lips with the final curl of the digits sends you in the unforgiving wall of your climax.
He doesn’t complain when your nails have dug painfully into his forearm as your body goes rigid. You don’t realize it at first, but your release drenches his hand, drips down your shaking thighs and onto his bare lap.
It feels like you were ripped from the shell of your body, and placed somewhere else to experience what is happening. It could have lasted hours or only mere seconds, but there is no way for you to tell. You don’t hear yourself. You don’t even hear him.
He just holds you close, allowing you to come down from your high in your own time, riding you through the crashing waves with slow sweeps of his fingers inside you. He can feel your pulse racing against his lips as they are pressing into your neck, breathing in your sweet delicious scent until you find the ability to relax once more.
When your lids finally open, you spot your reflection. The person staring back at you is one you almost don’t unrecognize. Your hair is frizzy and disheveled as it sticks to your cheeks, your cheeks are flushed bright red and your face is coated in a sheen of sweat. Your eyes follow down your own body to see the mess you have made. Your face drops in shock when you see that you have fulfilled Jake’s wishes.
That it is now dripping onto the wooden floor.
But most importantly, you see the way Jake is looking back at you with that special satisfied gleam in his eye. It’s one you will never forget.
He bites at your shoulder before mumbling against the skin, “Guitar fingers.”
You burst into laugher, shoving an elbow into him, “Shut the fuck up.”
warnings: this won’t be for everyone!! subby jake, pegging, mommy kink, major overstimulation, fingering, oral (f.receiving), hair pulling?
author’s note: hey! i’m still taking a break but i’ve been feeling sooo guilty for not being active on here so this is something i’ve had saved away for a rainy day (or i was too scared to post it bc it’s more out there than my other fics!) so please enjoy my favourite bubble butt bottom boy- i miss and love you all :D
on the scale of sexual behaviours, jake was dominant rather than submissive more often than not. he wanted, needed the control- the pleasure he derived from making you writhe and pant underneath his fingers was more than enough to make his cock ache.
however, there were moments. instances in which his eyes would soften, his hands would falter and his breath would hitch; you could feel his powerful resolve melt away, and a timid energy would emerge.
“what do you wanna do tonight, baby?”
climbing into jake’s lap, you rest your hands against his collarbones, rubbing over his exposed skin. you straddle his thighs, feeling his large hand smooth up your back to sit on the nape of your neck.
his hand tugs you closer until your noses touch, a small smile upon his lips.
“i have an idea.” he whispers.
instinctively, you press down harder in his lap. if you wriggled, you could just about feel him beneath you, like a gift you badly wanted to unwrap.
“i’m sure you do, baby.” you say, ghosting your fingers over his cheek until you find his hairline, lacing them through the roots to gently tug.
his eyes close at the sensation, tipping his head back to reveal his tanned throat. you always loved how responsive he was when you touched his hair: the hushed, low moan he made whenever you pulled on the soft tendrils would curl your toes, just knowing you had the tiniest amount of control over him.
“i actually have- i kinda have a request to make.” he says, leaning his head back up to look you in the eye.
“okay, shoot.”
“well. it’s, uh, i want- y’know what? never mind. let’s go to the bedroom.” he suddenly averts his eyes, his dark eyelashes fluttering.
“no, no- what is it?” you press, furrowing your eyebrows. he breathes a nervous laugh, shaking his head.
“no, it’s fine. it was dumb.”
“baby, if it’s something you want, it isn’t dumb.” you smile softly, smoothing your thumb over the cupid’s bow of his mouth.
he falters, staring at a blank spot on the wall past your head. you feel only more confused by his reluctance to voice his request: neither of you were particularly people who were unable to speak on what you wanted or needed, especially in the bedroom.
“i think i want- seriously, it’s fine. i shouldn’t have brought it up.”
his cheeks are a pink hue, heating up beneath your fingertips. he creases his eyebrows, his brown eyes darting around to stare anywhere but at you. his mouth opens and shuts, searching for the words he wanted.
“jake, what is it? what has you so worked up?” you ask, shifting in his lap. his hand snakes down your spine to find the edge of your shirt, toying nervously with the fabric.
he blows air from his mouth, before pressing his lips together. his face showed just how conflicted he felt, the battle waging on in his mind being too intense to hide.
“i don’t know how to say it.” he mutters, his voice small.
“you know you can tell me anything, angel.” you lean close to his ear, pressing a quick kiss to the skin just next to his jaw.
“i want you to- to fuck me.”
the admission feels like a punch to the gut, forcing the air out of your lungs. your eyebrows raise, and you fight to keep your face somewhat neutral.
“okay..and is this something you’ve wanted for a while?” you ask, unsure of where to start first. the very idea caused cogs to turn in your mind, a low heat building in the base of your stomach.
“so long.” he whispered, finally meeting your eyes.
you remain silent for a few beats, thinking it over. how long has he been thinking about this? he bit his lip, watching your face closely as you considered the possibilities of this request.
you’d never really thought about doing such a thing with him, but now the idea had been planted, it grew into a beautiful thing of unadulterated, sinful curiosity until you felt a hot blush cover your skin, a second heartbeat making itself known.
“if you think it’s weird or something, we don’t have to do anyth-” you interrupt his nervousness with a single finger against his lips. his eyebrows raise, taken aback.
“i think that’s definitely something we can do, baby.”
his eyes brighten at your words, and you feel his fingers finally stop pulling and twisting at your shirt. you crawl out of his lap, letting him stand up and hold his hand out for you to take.
following him to the bedroom, you feel a hot, nervous energy radiating throughout your body. this was uncharted territory for the both of you, the number of ideas and mental images flowing through your head exponentially growing the moment jake crouches by the bed and pulls out a black box containing the object of his fantasies.
“when i-” he cuts himself off with a strange sound at the back of his throat, letting out a long sigh as he hung his head, resting a hand on his thigh.
“when you what, jake?” your voice is barely a whisper, eyes carefully trained on the man sat on his haunches, his fingers running over the matte black box sat at the edge of the bed.
“when i,” he swallows thickly, “when i found the website for these, for this- yeah, for it- i came so fucking hard. i just couldn’t help touching myself. thinking about- with you, and i just- i exploded.”
all you can utter is a hushed “fuck…”, your breath stuttering in your chest. jake raises his eyes to meet yours with a soft, nervous smile, as if he still finds the whole ordeal mildly embarrassing. not that he should, but you understand.
you take a step forward towards jake, the bed, the box, and with another spastic breath you push the lid off of it to reveal a modest, black silicone strap. jake staggers to his feet, letting you latch onto him with a tight hand wrapped around his hips, gently spinning him around until his knees press into the bed and your chest barely grazes his back.
as you run your hands down the tops of jake’s toned arms, brushing your lips over his ear, a shiver overtakes his body. he twists his head to look back at you, a nervous glint in his eye.
“we can stop anytime, okay?” you say, the voice of reassurance despite the nervous tremor in your hands.
jake cranes his neck harder to reach your mouth, kissing you softly. he reaches a hand behind himself to hold onto your hair and pulls you even closer to his body. you were only just shorter than him, but standing on your tiptoes allowed for you to deepen the kiss, pressing your body against his back.
you run a hand down his chest, digging your fingers into the skin just above where his shirt is buttoned. his skin is soft and hot, the muscles tensing under your touch, a quiet gasp sounding against your mouth.
“let’s take this off, shall we?” you mutter into his ear.
he twists his body to face you, taking your hands and pressing them to his shirt. you make quick work of ridding his body of the garment, moving to hover your mouth over his collarbone. you poke your tongue out to meet his skin, running it along the bone and up to the base of his jaw.
his fingers dance along your midriff, grasping at your shirt to pull it off of your body. you slide your shorts off, standing only in your underwear.
“cmere.” he whispers, opening his arms for you.
jake pouts his lips, and you press a kiss to them. he holds the back of your head to keep you close to him, opening his mouth and running his tongue along your bottom lip. your tongues melt together, a quiet hum rumbling in his chest.
your hand slides between your bodies to palm over his cock, his jeans suddenly feeling tighter against your wandering fingers. you slowly undo the zip, your mouths still connected, and delve your hand beneath the waistband of his boxers.
his hardened cock throbs as you take it in your hand, your other hand pushing his pants lower down his hips. he groans into your mouth when you gently squeeze his tip, the smallest amount of pressure only lending to his satisfaction.
he hooks his fingers under your panties, tugging them down your legs until you step out of them, disconnecting your mouths to press kisses down your neck.
“as much as i like that, jake, this is about you. why don’t you take your pants off and sit on the bed, baby?” you murmur, taking his head with both of your hands to pull him off of you.
he follows your request with only one disgruntled mumble, not so used to you being the one making orders. once he’s perched on the edge of the bed, you lean over him and press a kiss to his forehead, placing a hand on his chest and hooking a finger around the necklaces sitting against his skin.
“on your knees, angel.” you say quietly, the words feeling foreign on your tongue.
this time he obeys without a word, scrambling to position himself on all fours. you step over to your bedside table, finding the lube you used with a small noise of victory.
tentatively, you crawl onto the bed behind him, resting a hand on his back and rubbing soothing patterns into his skin. he sighs a nervous, shaking breath as your hand reaches his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, taking a selfish amount of time to appreciate how the plush muscle fills your hands perfectly. he always did have a perfect ass.
flipping the cap open, you pour enough lube to prepare him, smiling when he gasps quietly at the cold sensation. you lean over, reaching out your fingers until they find his lips.
“suck them for me.” you call out sweetly, watching in amazed silence when he runs his tongue over them, hollowing his cheeks just slightly.
he’d look so pretty sucking cock, you think.
your fingers glisten with saliva as you run them over him, softly teasing, just barely dipping inside of him before removing them again. although you had no experience in this area, you knew it would take some encouragement for his body to acclimate to this treatment, though his excited trembling told you he was more than ready mentally.
you finally plunge just one finger into him, feeling the tight resistance around it. he tenses up for just a moment, before you see his body visibly relax and a hushed moan falls from his lips. your eyes widen at the sound, and you’d do anything to hear it again.
pumping the finger in and out of him, you draw more and more of these beautiful noises from him, his hips moving with you slowly.
“more.” he says breathlessly, and you pause.
“more what, baby?” you ask.
“more, please.”
“good boy.”
the name slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. you’d never called him something like that, something so sweet and, well, submissive. he gasped, before letting out a sound you could only describe as a whine, and pushing his hips harder against your finger buried inside of him.
you slide a second finger in, and begin a slightly quicker pace that has him writhing beneath you. you can see his hands gripping the bed sheets in front of him, tightly holding on to some semblance of stability.
slowly, your fingers still. an idea flickers to life inside your head, and you find that it’s almost impossible to ignore. he lets out an impatient whine, arching his back in attempts to coerce you into moving.
“why did you stop?” he sounds almost pained, his voice a step higher than it usually is, and strained.
“come here, i wanna try something.” you mutter, too focused on your idea to particularly care about denying him what he wanted.
you slip out your fingers, resting them against his ass as he sits up to face you. he looks pouty and displeased, but you only smile at him, brushing his hair out of his damp face. his cheeks had flushed to a lovely shade of red, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
he leans back into the bed, eyes wide as he watches you reach into the box next to him.
despite having never used a strap-on, you find it easy to put on. it felt strange sitting atop your pubic bone, an unfamiliar weight against your skin. you gingerly took it into your hands, ghosting over the silicone with a finger.
“you look pretty like that.” he whispers, watching your explorative hands.
“thank you, baby.”
“can you sit on the floor for me, sweetheart?” you ask gently, guiding him off of the bed and to the soft carpet.
his eyebrows crease, but he follows your instructions without question. he kneels in front of you, and you see the beginnings of realisation dawn on his face as you stroke the cock in your hands.
“i just wanna see if my prediction is right, okay?” you say, smiling down at him.
“what prediction?”
“i think-” you pause to lean down, closer to his face. “i think that you would look beautiful sucking cock.”
he lets out a startled oh, before licking his lips and looking up at you. his brown eyes shone as he drank all of your figure in, watching you as if you were the most beautiful sight he’d ever had the privilege of seeing- like you were an angel, despite your delightfully sinful attire.
your hips push forward until the head of your cock meets his lips, brushing over his skin with delicate uncertainty. he gently licks it, eyes trained on you the entire time.
as he became more used to the idea, he becomes more eager in his movements. what was once an unsure swipe of his tongue over the silicone, was now a greedy slurp around your cock while your hips rock back and forth. he quickly found that sucking cock was as natural to him as touching you, though with your hums of encouragement, anything would feel as right as this.
his hands clutch your thighs, squeezing the flesh tightly while his mouth works over your cock with a sloppy tongue. it begins to move up your thigh, dancing over the skin until he finds your cunt, hot and dripping with want. his fingers brush over you, sliding into you and curling to find your sweet spot.
you gasp at the sensation, his long fingers pumping in and out of you the same way you had to him mere moments ago, and you find the whole idea ridiculously arousing.
you watch his mouth wrapped around your cock, seeing his eyelashes flutter as he fights to keep his throat relaxed, the experience of having something down his throat still new and not all the way comfortable for him. just to watch his face crumple, his eyebrows furrow and his shoulders bunch up, you snap one sharp thrust into him, letting the silicone hit the back of his throat. he splutters, and when he turns his face up to give you the sweetest, most heart-throbbing look, you see the shine of tears in his beautiful eyes.
he’ll learn in time, you decide.
eventually, you slow your hips. it wasn’t that you want to stop watching his gorgeous face, but there are other, more important things you’d rather be doing- jake being one of those things.
“okay, baby. you did so good, but i really, really wanna fuck you now. is that okay?” you ask, cupping his face with your hands, angling his face up to look you in the eyes.
“please.” he purrs, holding onto your wrist as you gently pull him to his feet.
you playfully push him towards the bed, watching him stumble and dramatically fall onto the comforter with a small laugh.
“flip over, baby.” you say, reaching out to squeeze his hip.
you toy with him again, pushing your fingers in and twisting just slightly, running your free hand up his spine. his tiny gasps and sighs fill the room, his back arching into your now confident fingers.
“so ready.” you whisper, more to yourself than jake, but he still replies with a sweet moan.
you squeeze liberal amounts of lube over your cock, stroking and spreading the slippery product over it. slowly, slowly, you tease him with the head of your cock, just barely pushing in before pulling away, just as you had with your fingers.
he sighs when you finally slip fully inside of him, inching your way deeper and deeper until you bottom out. as you fill him to the hilt, he lets out his loudest moan yet, ripping from his chest and forcing itself past his plump lips.
you gently begin rocking your hips, so scared of moving too quickly or roughly and hurting him that you’re almost not moving. he braces against you, grinding his hips back into you until you stop altogether and it’s just him fucking himself on your cock.
“fuck- please move, please fuck me.” he whines out, gripping the comforter with white knuckles.
you heed his requests, mesmerised by the soft pleading coming from the mouth of a man who spanked and edged you until you cried only two days ago- it was a complete change from what either of you knew, but it felt more right than anything you had done before.
gripping his hips, you snap yours against his, delighting in the breathless groan you’re rewarded with. your pace was quick, fucking him relentlessly- his beautiful moans and gasps and whimpers of fuck only spurring you on harder.
“this feels so good, thank you.” he gasps out, attempting to turn his head to look at you, before an especially sharp thrust forces his head to drop back down, his eyes fluttering shut.
“you’re such a good boy, taking my cock like this.” you reply, stroking a hand through his damp hair.
“thank you, fuck, thank you”
your fingers twist and tighten in his hair, tugging until he moves his body up against your chest. he lets out an extended groan at the new angle, tipping his head back against your shoulder.
“such a good boy.” you whisper into his ear, relishing in the blissed-out smile his lips curl into.
one of your hands holds his stomach to keep him tight to you, while your other brushes hair out of his face.
“touch me, please.” he whines, clutching at the hand holding his stomach.
“where do you want me to touch you, sweet boy?” you ask teasingly, knowing exactly where he wants your hand.
he seems unable to form words, his eyes rolling back momentarily. his mouth opens and closes, frenzied pants being the only sound coming out.
“use your words, baby.” you whisper.
he lets out a frustrated groan from the back of his throat, before his hand grabs your wrist and forces it to wrap around his cock, moving it up and down for you until you finally take over.
you skilfully work over his cock in time with your hips, feeling his body tremble with his impending orgasm. your free hand rests on his hip, and soon his hand joins yours, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tightly.
his eyebrows tip upwards as you fuck him closer and closer to the edge, mouth hanging open and subsequently allowing his moans to freely float through the room.
“i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum.” he pants out, his fingers squeezing yours even tighter.
almost immediately, your hand and hips stop, much to jake’s dismay. he lets you know, loudly, how displeased he is with your decision, complaining and whining and wriggling his hips, clutching at your wrist as it begins to pull away from his cock.
“i want you on your back, baby. i miss your pretty face.” you explain, and he grunts loudly.
your hand grips his chin, turning it to face you as best you could at this angle. your face was serious, daring him to keep complaining.
“i think you’ve forgotten yourself, sweetheart. are you being good right now?” you ask, watching his face soften into a guilty expression.
“no, i’m not being good.” he whispers, casting his eyes downwards.
“are you going to start trying?” you question, holding his chin even tighter.
“yes, mommy. i’m sorry.” he says, meeting your eyes.
mommy.
fuck. you almost forget the task at hand when he calls you that, your face faltering for just a moment. his wide eyes tell you he hadn’t meant to utter those words- they simply fell from his lips, the most natural and instinctual thing he’d possibly ever done.
“you’re mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you try not to let his words derail you for too long and jump straight back into it, pressing a kiss to his jaw before letting go of his face completely.
“only yours.” he mumbles, relaxing as you slowly slip out of him.
he lies back into the pillows, reaching his hands out for you. you part his legs, gently ghosting your hand over his sensitive cock just to watch him subconsciously twitch at your touch, before sliding your cock back into him.
“doesn’t that feel good, baby?” you coo, watching his face twist into sinful pleasure.
“so good.” his voice is barely above a whisper, just able to choke out those two words.
you begin moving your hips again, holding onto his legs and pushing them up high, allowing you even more space to move deeper inside of him. he reaches to hold the backs of his thighs just above your hands, melting into the position even more than before.
leaning down, your lips meet his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses over his hot and sweaty skin. you suck a hickey up over his collarbone before trailing your tongue further down, circling his nipple and gently suckling on it until he cries out, his hand flying to the back of your head and tugging you even closer.
“that feels so- so good, mommy.” he cries out, throwing his head back against the pillow.
you brush your lips over to his neglected nipple, softly biting it before licking and sucking it, one of your hands playing with the other. his back arches up from the bed, trying to get you as close as he possibly can to prolong his pleasure, to keep you here with him.
when you pull your mouth off of his chest, you’re intercepted by his hands grabbing both sides of your face, pulling you to his mouth, mashing your lips together in a desperate, messy kiss. he pants into your mouth, a stuttering moan getting captured between your connected lips.
“i’m so close, mommy. i want to cum, please can i?” he begs, still holding onto any part of you he can reach.
“you can, baby, but no hands. keep your hands on your tummy, or the bed, if it’s too difficult. understood?”
“yes, mommy. i understand.”
despite his understanding, he clearly finds it almost impossible to control himself. at first, his hands rest on the backs of his thighs, digging into the flesh until crescent-shaped bite marks were left. he throws his head back into the pillow, thrashing from side to side before fisting his hands against the bed sheets. he tugs at them until you hear a quiet popping noise, seams coming undone as he tears away at the fabric. you still fuck him, though you keep a careful, authoritative eye on his hands and where they lay, only having to swat them away from his leaking cock once.
“fuck- it’s so good! fuck me, mommy, fuck me harder, keep- keep fucking going.” he cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his back arch harder, until his body is contorted into such a shape you can’t imagine he’s comfortable.
with only a few more pumps of your hips, he finishes hard and loud. his mouth hangs open, his eyes rolling back. he goes silent for a moment, only strained sounds in the back of his throat coming out.
he eventually becomes too sensitive and presses a hand against your stomach, pleading with you to stop. your hips roll to an end, and you slowly slide out of him. he lays back, his chest heaving with deep breaths, his eyes lazily flicking up to watch you release yourself of the strap-on.
you join him on the bed again, crawling between his legs to kiss his mouth and push his hair away from his forehead and neck.
you trail a finger through his cum resting on his tummy, collecting it to suck off your fingers. before you can lift it to your lips, jake’s hand shoots out to grab your wrist. his are wide and earnest, gently licking his bottom lip.
“can i taste?” he asks, and you’d be the cruelest person alive to deny him.
he sucks his taste off of your fingers, humming lowly in the back of his throat. a small droplet landed on his chin, and you greedily mop it up with your tongue, before pressing a kiss to his soft lips.
“you were so good, baby.” you whisper against his mouth.
“thank you, mommy. can i please make you cum? i just need to hear you, and taste you.” he asks, his fucked out voice slow and a little slurred.
“you don’t need to, you already did such a good job.” you tell him- you hadn’t even slightly thought about your own pleasure, nor did you expect him to do anything for you. simply giving you the privilege to fuck him was more than enough.
“no, i want- i need to. i need to taste you, just once. please?” he asks again, raising his eyebrows emphatically.
you twist to the side and lie down next to him, reaching over to stroke his cheek as he settles between your legs. his hands gently hold your thighs, and his eyes watch your arousal drip and glisten everywhere.
you hadn’t realised how worked up you were until he latches onto your clit, sucking and licking it with a loud slurp. your hips instinctively thrust up into his mouth, and you begin grinding against his tongue with reckless abandon.
it takes barely any time for the pressure deep in the base of your stomach to build to insurmountable heights, your cries of passion far louder than you had expected, unable to control both your movements nor your sounds.
suddenly, you’re being tossed around and forced into his lap. his hands scrabble between your bodies, grabbing his somehow still-hard cock and sliding you down onto it with an otherworldly hiss.
“fuck me, mommy. i can keep it hard a little longer- make yourself cum on my cock, please, mommy, do it.” he pants out in bursts, moving your hips with painfully tight fingers until you’re bouncing up and down cautiously.
you don’t want to overstimulate him, and the way his face twists into something of pure, delicious pain tells you that your suspicions were correct. you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, cupping his red face as your hips slowly roll over his lap.
“don’t go easy on me now, fucking do it.” he punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust up into you, drawing a high-pitched moan from your lips.
with his somewhat bratty demand, you stop holding yourself back and begin riding him, so fast and hard you hardly know how you’re doing it. your thigh muscles scream for a reprieve, but the slowly rising fire in the pit of your stomach sets that preposterous idea alight, engulfing it in flame until you scream jake’s name and clench down on his cock, eliciting a borderline howl from his plump lips.
your orgasm hits you so hard you see white, your tired muscles tensing and trapping your desperate jake, who uses the last of his strength to pull you off of his sore, softening cock. he rolls your bodies over, resting his full weight on your heaving chest, connecting your sticky foreheads together as a delicate, coy smile sweeps across his lips.
hey guys i’m not sure if anyone’s actually bothered but i’m a little busy with school+life right now so things are a bit slow on here! i should be popping in here soon with a josh fic and another chapter of songbird, i’m just very scattered atm lol love you all <3
how much do i have to venmo you to continue the pretty series
i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but pretty is discontinued.
i quietly removed all chapters last week and have been wondering if anyone would even care, so i just said nothing- sorry! i just had so many ideas for the story and couldn’t logistically make any of them work to fit the characters and the fates they probably deserve, so it just became something i avoided and procrastinated working on.
i’m sorry if this disappoints anyone, i just don’t think i can make it work :/
love you all! there will be many more stories to come, i’m sure!
warnings: swearing, arguing, jake being a bit of an asshole lmao.
author’s note: i don’t really have much to say except thank you everyone for reading chapter one, i really hope this series is good for you guys!!
“okay- before we go in, let’s discuss how things are going to be.”
she and rory are sat outside of a large, unfamiliar building, still clipped into their car seats. they were meant to be there for 10 am sharp, but timing had never been either of their strong suits- they were always late, to everything, even though the building was in reality a short walk from robin’s apartment.
robin anxiously checks the time on her phone, before setting it down on the dashboard. her hands rested on the skirt of her dress, running the soft, flowing fabric between her fingers. this was one of her most favourite dresses- decorated with soft pink flowers and verdant leaves, the bodice was made of a delicate broderie anglaise, with a full skirt, stopping mid-calf.
she always preferred to wear dresses. there was just something about them that made her feel soft, delicate and beautiful. the swish of her skirt with every step she took was something she adored, and actively detested wearing anything like pants.
“fine, shoot.” she replied.
“right. things are about to move really fast, and it’s gonna feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. we have a lot of ground to cover- photoshoots, going to his shows, going out and about with him; we basically just need you guys to be seen together constantly. and of course, the first course of action is actually meeting jake. that’s what we’re doing today, he’s inside right now.”
rory’s final sentence sent a bolt of nervous energy through her stomach, and she had to hold herself still for a long moment, for fear of vomiting. rory watched her friend swallow thickly, gripping the side of the car door with white knuckles.
“o-okay.” she whispered, closing her eyes tightly.
“i know this is really, really scary. but i’m here, okay? every step of the way.” rory said, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“let’s just get it over with. i know i said i wanted to do it, but the longer we sit here the more convinced i am that this is a mistake.” she spoke quickly, her tongue feeling fat in her mouth.
“once you guys meet, things will be better. he’s nice, apparently.”
“sure.” she humphed, undoing her seatbelt and stepping out into the slowly rising warmth of the day.
despite the blast of cool air hitting her face as she entered the reception area, she couldn’t feel more warm. her raised heartbeat only added to her panicked state, and she twisted her sweating palms into her skirt. suddenly, her legs felt ready to buckle, but she was lucky to have the front desk to lean her weight onto.
as rory checked them both in and received directions to the necessary floor, she stared blankly at a stack of business cards, feeling the urge to reorganise them into neat, straight lines. this was it- the defining moment for, well, the whole ‘relationship’. the elevator quietly thrummed to life as the two girls stepped inside, rory swiftly pressing a button, taking a nervous breath of her own. they stood in silence, neither one able to make conversation, not with the knowledge that life as they both knew it was about to change drastically.
the doors slid open, revealing a well-decorated office space- art, framed photos of the band and the various awards they must have won over the years covered the walls, and a large table sat in the middle of the room. people she assumed to be the band’s team stood up at the sound of their footsteps, wide, phoney smiles upon their faces.
she could see three men she recognised as jake’s bandmates stood to the side of the room with paper cups in their hands and apprehensive eyes watching her every move. she gave them a small, timid smile, and the only one to return it was…she wanted to say his name was sam?
introductions were made, her assistant doing almost all of the talking. a single, reassuring hand rested on her shoulder as rory made up an excuse for their tardiness. the man she guessed was jake’s manager waved off the explanation with a carefree hand, telling them he was just glad they showed up.
“we weren’t so sure you were going to appear.” he laughed, and her lips tugged up into a forced smile. she didn’t find it funny, but politeness was necessary in situations like this. not that she had ever been in a situation like this, but she had to assume.
“jake is just through here, in one of our more quiet meeting rooms. go on, go right ahead.” his manager lead them through a short hallway, resting his hand on the handle of a door to their right.
the door cracked open just slightly, and she felt rory’s hand on the square of her back- whether it was a sweet gesture to remind her that she was still with her, or to push her into the room, she wasn’t so sure.
“we’ll be out here, waiting for you two.”
“wait- it’s just us in there?” she pauses, resisting against rory’s hand, which was definitely trying to shove her into the room.
“yes, we thought it would be best for you two to chat, get to know each other, discuss the situation in private, away from everyone.”
“you’ll be okay, rob. just step right in.” rory whispered, and she whipped her head to glare daggers into her face.
she brushed rory’s hand off of her, sighing a frustrated gust of air from her mouth, before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
jake was sitting with his chin resting on his fist, staring at the table with a sullen look on his face. he wore a light yellow linen shirt, rumpled and unbuttoned down to his navel; he wore long necklaces, and a well-loved bracelet wrapped around his wrist, clearly once white, but now a dirtied, almost grey colour.
he took a while to look up, as if he was convincing himself to do it. when his eyes did flick over to look at her, her heart picked up its pace even more than before- his stare was heavy, laden with displeasure and reproach.
“hi.” she says quietly, forcing her feet to move closer to the table, begging her hands to do something. she takes a chair opposite him, dragging it out and awkwardly perching herself on it. looking over at him, she found him already staring with that same, displeased glare in his eyes.
he remained silent, pursing his lips. she cleared her throat, darting her eyes around the room in hopes of avoiding his stare, but no matter where she looked she was achingly aware of his eyes boring into her face, silently judging and analysing her.
“so.” she says with uncertainty, forcing herself to look him in the eye.
he still doesn’t answer, and she can’t help but feel helpless. if he wasn’t going to speak, how are they supposed to get to know each other?
“do you- do you have any, uhm, favourite musicians?” she stutters and stumbles over her words, aware of how stupid and awkward her question was before it even passed her lips.
she couldn’t just sit there, though. she needed something to break the ice, to crack his barely-contained anger and guide them into a conversation.
he takes in a deep breath, flexing his hand against the wooden table.
“listen- i don’t want this any more than you do, so there’s no need to talk, or even be pleasant towards each other, okay?” his voice is husky and low, matching his dark eyes.
“o-okay.”
she opens her mouth to speak again, her eyebrows creased with confusion, but jake quickly pushes his chair backwards, shoving himself out of it and onto his feet. he swiftly leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
she releases a tense breath, eyes wide with panic. what now? does she stay here in hopes that he comes back?
a knock sounds after a long five minutes, and rory pokes her head cautiously through the door, an apologetic look on her face.
“everything okay?”
she buries her face in her hands, resting her elbows on the table. tears of anxiety wanted to fall from her eyes, but she squeezes them tightly shut, blowing a stuttering breath from her mouth.
“he’s an asshole, rory.”
“he’s just- angry. he’ll soften over time.”
“what if he doesn’t, though? what if i have to spend months pretending to be in love with someone who hates me?” she slams her hands down on the table, the noise echoing through the room.
“i don’t know, hon. things will work themselves out, and you’ll forget this even happened. he’ll come around, robbie.” rory tries to sound comforting, but she can’t help but feel even more hopeless at her friend’s words.
if this was how things were gonna be, she wasn’t so sure if she could handle it.
•••
robin’s head hurt.
trying to listen to rory’s incessant nagging and ignore the throbbing sensation in her left eye was a task robin found was soundly kicking her ass- every twinge made her wince, every light was too bright for her over-sensitive eyes, every sound much too loud.
“and remember, you have to actually be near him. you can’t ignore him. are you listening to me?”
she pushed the heel of her palm into her forehead, looking up at her assistant with bleary, hazy eyes. her makeup just barely took away the ashen colour of her face- almost ridiculous amounts of bronzer had saved her this evening, and gave the outward impression to anyone who didn’t yet know her that she was perfectly fine.
of course, if she hadn’t spent all week drinking too much wine and barely sleeping, she would be feeling a lot better in this moment. now that she was actually required to leave the house and look semi-decent, she regretted those lost hours of sleep, tsking at her dark circles and pale skin.
there had been a feeling of dark, disgruntled heaviness fluttering over her head for the six days that had passed since meeting jake. she, as she so often did, hid away from the world to recover, to soften her angered mind and step back- take time to create music, write poetry, drink, relax.
robin called it recuperating. rory called it sulking.
“i said, are you listening to me?” rory repeated, tapping her foot against the wooden floor.
“yeah, yeah- i’m sorry. this migraine is just- it’s kicking my ass.”
“i know, but we gotta go soon. pop some advil, pretend you’re having the time of your life and be. nice.”
“why should i have to be nice? he was the one who stormed out like a fucking child when all i did was say hi.”
“and who was the one who shut herself away for a week, ignoring calls and clearly having a tantrum?” rory countered, pushing herself up and off the back of robin’s couch.
the two were clustered inside robin’s tiny apartment. the smell of the dinner they had forgotten about in the midst of getting ready lingered around the room, the dishes sat piled in the kitchen sink.
robin ran her hands over her skirt, picking at a loose thread and tugging on it. it was a nervous habit ingrained into her from as long as she could remember, and she often didn’t notice the fidgeting anymore.
“i just- i can’t do this thing if he won’t cooperate with me. i don’t wanna do it any more than he does- why was he so rude?” robin sighed, adjusting the pendant on her necklace while her friend paced the small room.
“he’ll warm up to you, and you’ll warm up to him. i don’t know, maybe you’ll even enjoy this.”
robin scoffed, “please, as if i’ll ever enjoy this, or even like him, for that matter.”, and turned on her heel to give herself the final once-over in the mirror.
it’ll do, she thought to herself, noting her glum and reluctant face.
•••
as she stepped out of the car, robin hissed.
almost in response to the sight before her, the pounding in her head increased until it was all she could stand to think about.
jake and his two brothers stood outside of the bar, wearing matching faces of trepidation. the building practically bounced with energy, a party raging from within which robin would rather miss out on. bright flashes of light made her wince, but the look in jake’s eyes was what made her feel like throwing up.
he was glaring with such an ugly scowl she wondered how he could ever resemble that startlingly beautiful man in the document she looked over weeks ago. she felt the sudden need to hide- to scurry away and take cover from that dark, dangerous glint in his eyes.
the quiet, unfamiliar greetings between a group of people who did not yet know each other or know how to approach the situation at hand were exchanged. she smiled an awkward, pained smile to josh and sam, and very pointedly avoided looking at jake altogether. she muttered a mere ‘hello’ to him from the corner of her mouth, clasping her hands together across her abdomen.
rory cleared her throat when all three boys make their way towards the door. robin hadn’t even noticed her friend slink out of the car behind her, and quickly melted into a less tense version of herself at the feeling of a soft hand pressed into her back.
“i just need to speak to robbie and jake, alone.”
“don’t call me that in front of them.” robin interjected with a hurried whisper, feeling her cheeks heat up.
josh and sam stiffen, casting nervous glances in jake’s direction. they clearly had no idea how to react or behave what with the strange circumstances of robin’s presence, nor how to treat jake with his stormy mood. josh seemed the most reluctant to move. his brow set into a defiant furrow and his shoulder bumped jake’s, just barely putting himself in front of his twin brother.
rory waved the men off with a waggle of her fingers in their faces and a firm but still teasing, “you two run along now.”
sam took her send-off with an amused roll of his eyes and stepped towards the door, but josh lingered. he gave jake a hard look in which something not a single person alive could ever work out for themselves transpired, a silent conversation punctuated only by the most minuscule of twitches in their eyebrows and gentle shrugs of their shoulders. whatever they had communicated seemed to satisfy josh, and he stalked off into the bar- though not without a sly, accusing look shot towards robin.
there’s a momentary pause, where the awkward tension between jake and robin was so present and so violently there it should be screaming and jumping up and down- it made her throat feel tight. she refused to look at him, and he refused to look away.
“okay. both of you, eyes on me. i know neither of you want to do this, but unfortunately you both agreed to it. that means you listen to me, and i’m telling you the rules for tonight.” rory clapped her hands together, and used a voice not too dissimilar to that of a preschool teacher dealing with sulking, petulant children.
they both hummed in lieu of a verbal response, scuffing their feet along the floor, shoving clenched fists into pockets. rory sighed, shaking her long blonde hair out of her face before steeling herself and carrying on.
“neither of you is to be without the other tonight, okay? this is a big press event, and as the supportive guy coming out to celebrate your friend’s album release, jake, you will need to take every photo opportunity presented to you.
that means the both of you acting like a couple- a real one, who stand near each other and everything. make sense?”
again, neither of them elected to give a proper reply, simply nodding their heads, while simultaneously feeling icy-cold dread leech through from their stomachs to their throats.
“now, i need you both to stop glaring at me and hold hands as you walk in together.” rory flapped her hands towards their bodies, urging them to step closer to one another.
“go on, get within three feet of each other, i dare you.” she was poking fun at them now, a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smile she barely bit back dazzling her face.
“i know you can do it- there we go! now, take her hand- yep- no- robbie, stop getting all stiff. stop being a baby and hold his hand!”
robin had never focused more energy into a facial expression than she did in that moment. she miserably wished she had the supernatural capabilities to make a person vanish into thin air, and hoped, maybe if she put enough venom behind her glare, it would become possible for her to cause such a thing.
“stop calling me robbie.” she hissed through her teeth, so distracted with interrupting rory’s fun that she lost all sense of her surroundings.
feeling jake gingerly grasp her hand in his sent a shockwave through her body, and she felt a very strong urge to pull away from him. his fingers pressed into her skin, as if to cement her to him, while his eyes flashed with an unfamiliar emotion. any emotion belonging to jake would be unknown and uncharted territory for robin, she mused- how could she know what the quirk of an eyebrow, or the twitch of a nose meant for a total and complete stranger? she couldn’t read him, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
she faltered for the briefest of moments underneath his touch, still gently trying to pull away without much conviction. there wasn’t much either of them could do, so she probably shouldn’t try to fight it. anyhow, robin had a sneaking suspicion if she tried anything close to an escape, rory would hunt her down with the tenacity and determination of a bloodhound.
“well done, you guys! you won’t get a gold star but you can drink in there, so get your asses inside. bye, bye.” rory’s sarcasm almost distracted robin, interrupting her rolling eyes to flash a panicked look back at her friend.
“wait, you aren’t coming in with us?” robin asked, feeling jake tug on her hand and lead her towards the door.
“no, no- you’ll be fine! just play nice.”
“wait- rory, no.” she protested, trying and failing to resist jake’s much stronger hold on her hand.
it was too late. the door closed behind robin, and she watched her friend, her only solace in this entirely terrifying situation, walk away from the sidewalk. she let out a quiet moan of displeasure, feeling her face crumble as her headache worsens.
somehow, they find josh and sam. the crowd of people is so massive she feels as though she can hardly breathe, and almost felt compelled to clutch tightly onto jake’s rough hand. his grip on her had slipped in the time it took them to walk through the building, until she was just holding onto his thumb and trying hard not to let him shake her off- she was almost certain that was what he was trying to do, but she wasn’t going to let him do that so easily.
“you made it- did you get busted by her assistant?” sam joked, pushing a pint glass filled with beer towards jake’s free hand.
the brothers make idle chatter, waving to people they recognised, sipping their drinks. they seemed comfortable here- there was no halt in their breaths, no reservations in their eyes. the only moments she saw them falter was when their eyes would sweep over her face, as if they had temporarily forgotten her sequestered to the side of the table.
someone approaches the table, and the three men suddenly stand a little taller. smiles plaster their faces, while they quickly abandon their drinks to take the new man into fast hugs. jake is the only one who doesn’t move- still connected to you by his thumb, he merely lifts his free hand in a friendly wave.
“and who is this, jake?” the man asks, and her chest feels tight again.
jake swallows thickly, scanning over her and darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.
“this is my- uhm, this is- she’s my…”
he can’t seem to get the words out. he mumbles, clearing his throat continuously, while fumbling with the hem of his shirt. a nervous habit, she supposed.
“…i’m his girlfriend, robin.”
she wasn’t sure why, but to actually speak those words out loud, to actively lie to someone none the wiser, left a hollow feeling in her chest. she felt guilty when the man lifted his eyebrows in a knowing fashion, and even more guilty when the man clapped jake on the back and told him he’d chosen well.
jake seemed to think it smart to really sell the image of them being a couple, quickly stepping close to her and resting a hand on her waist. neither one of them knew how to respond to the contact and moved stiffly, as if they weren’t quite programmed for that type of thing. she tried to manoeuvre her body closer to his and stood on his foot as she did so- jake tried to wrap his hand around to rest on her stomach, and she tried her hardest to pretend it felt normal.
they both smiled fake smiles until the man left, still frozen in this strange, uncomfortable position with his chest pressed against her back, and her hand gripping his wrist. to an outsider, it would look like an affectionate gesture, but she was simply waiting for an opportunity to rip his hand away from her body.
“don’t touch my stomach.” she spat, freeing herself from his arms and grabbing the table to steady her suddenly dizzy head.
“try not to stand on my toes again, ok?” he sneered back.
“i’m- uhm, i’ll go get a drink.” she speaks after a tense pause, nodding her head at the empty spot on the table just in front of her.
“we didn’t know what you’d want, so you’ll have to go and buy your own.” josh muttered to her, giving her a cold, uninviting look.
robin nodded and let go of her tight grip on the edge of the table, breathing a quiet sigh of relief to get away from jake- he was stood so close to her that their shoulders would bump every time either one of them moved, and it made her feel sick. she scurried off to the bar, chewing anxiously on her bottom lip at the thought of drinking alcohol, or being drunk in any capacity while surrounded by such a tense atmosphere. she didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of jake’s judgemental eyes, nor did she want to say the wrong thing and give any of the boys ammo to pounce on her, as josh seemed to be waiting for a reason to do so.
she orders a coke, choosing the safest option she could think of, before finding herself paralysed. the front door of the bar looked so tempting, so easy to walk through and slip away from this uncomfortable situation- she could just run away, escape the tension and sleep off the headache she was sporting.
her eyes flick over to jake, and he’s already staring at her. he cocks his head to the side and shakes it, as if he knew exactly what she was considering. she purses her lips and tries to ignore jake waving her back over with an inclined chin.
clearly, she takes far too long, because soon she isn’t alone. jake stomps over to her, puffing an angry breath and getting far too close to her.
“we’re taking a photo, you need to be in it.” he huffed.
“no.” she says stubbornly, firmly decided that she was not doing anything he told her to, rory’s fury be damned.
“listen- i don’t want to either, but you have to, we have to.”
“no.” she repeats, quirking an eyebrow.
jake sighs loudly, looking off to the side and shooting a smile at someone she didn’t recognise. when he looks back at her, his face melted into something she could only call an attempt at a smile- his lips twisted, and his eyebrows smoothed out, but his eyes stayed the same. hard, dark and angry.
“these are my friends, you can’t embarrass me in front of them, robin-”
“-oh, so you do know my name?” she interrupts, laughing humourlessly.
“shut the fuck up. i don’t like lying to everyone, but i have to, and you’re making it really fucking hard to pretend i can even stand to be near you.”
“fine, i’ll leave.”
“i’m not supposed to be seen without you.” he takes a step forward, blocking her body from the front door she was so desperate to run through.
“i don’t care, in all honesty.”
she makes a step past his body, towards the door, but he has other plans. his hand darts out and wraps around her bicep, squeezing so tightly her fingers tingle. she makes a small noise of effort as she attempts to slip out from his grasp, and he quickly pushes them both back into the bar.
“don’t embarrass me, robin. play nice.” he mutters, casting an eye out to the people around them. how they didn’t notice this tussle going on, she didn’t know.
he grabs her drink from behind her and takes a sip, ignoring robin’s frustrated grunts. he makes a face, looking down at the glass before back at her face.
“you aren’t even drinking alcohol? buzzkill.” he scoffs, and she rolls her eyes so hard her head throbs again.
jake uses his grip on her arm to tug her away from the bar and back through the room, wrapping his free arm, still clutching her glass, around her waist and pulling her flush to his side.
“now, stop being a little bitch and smile.” he whispers against the shell of her ear, as they approach the table.
she forces her face into what she hoped was a contented smile, pressing her cheek against jake’s in a move far too familiar and close to a man who had just angered her to the point of wishing she had those same supernatural abilities as before to explode him into nothingness. if she could only just squint and use powers to make him cry, or feel any sort of discomfort- anything close to how she felt in this moment.
author’s note: welcome to songbird! i hope you all enjoy the world of robin and jake, it’s something i’ve been working on for the better part of this year- let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! love you all <3
focusing on the tap, tap, tapping of raindrops against the windows, she sat motionless in the meeting room. her manager’s voices became a dull droning in the back of her mind, their words bouncing off of her.
“are you listening?”
rory- her assistant- was holding a document between her manicured fingers, her eyebrows raised with impatience. the sudden realisation that four pairs of eyes were boring into the side of her face was unsettling, and she straightened up in her seat. she cleared her throat, forcing her eyes to blink manually. her mouth was suddenly dry, and she reached out for the glass of water sitting by her.
“i just- i don’t get it.” she muttered after taking a sip.
“we understand this is confusing, but it’s really the best choice for you, and for jake.”
“some guy screws up, and now i have to pretend to date him?”
“the rumours concerning jake are becoming too much for his team to handle. his image has taken a hit, and you’re the answer.” rory explained, holding out the document for her to take.
rory watched the scene before her, an intense feeling of helplessness taking hold of her, daring to drag her below the surface and into the depths of despair. she hated that this was happening, but it was her job to assist robin through her career- no matter the circumstances.
opening the file, papers outlining the terms of this agreement and a single photo of jake could be found- his hair was long, tousled and highlighted by the sun. his eyes were akin to a pool of honey, a sweet shade of brown, and his lips were soft. he was gorgeous, to put it plainly.
despite his gentle, earnest eyes, she felt a deep anger tugging at her stomach. it crept over her, covering her skin, seeping through her pores until all she could bear to do was slam her hands against the dark wood table.
“if you think i’m going through with this, you’re all fucking insane. i’m not a product for you to sell and ship away! you can’t make these types of decisions for me. rory, don’t you see how fucked up this is?” her words tumbled from her mouth, the deep-seated fire beneath her skin possessing her until she found herself pacing the room, running a shaking hand through her hair.
“please, we know this is a strange predicament, and we understand your reluctance, but this is the best choice for the both of you.” rory said.
she rolled her eyes, quickly stepping towards her seat, collecting her belongings strewn across the table. standing by the door, she cast her eyes towards the four figures sitting with tense shoulders.
“i am not fucking dating that man.”
•••
she had never particularly anticipated her career, nor the path it had taken. she’d only ever wanted to write, to create, to inspire emotion through written word- how was she to know that her original plan would become this?
whenever she was questioned on how she came to be a songwriter, she always joked that she sort of fell into the job. music and writing had always been her most treasured passions, so it was almost predictable that she would find a way to combine the two and make a decent living from it.
as she hurried away from the building and into the hot sun, her mind raced even faster. there were so many things she wanted to think about, to pick apart and analyse, to understand her own feelings, but she simply couldn’t. the only thing she could distinguish was rage.
why the fuck was it her problem that this man had cheated on his last girlfriend and been caught by the world?
she didn’t exactly know of jake or his band, but being in the music industry meant you knew everyone’s business, whether you wanted to or not. she kept to herself mostly, not fully sold on the majority of the people and the circles they ran in within this line of work- she didn’t care for people who only wanted relationships to benefit themselves, and unfortunately that was more common than breathing.
she had heard talk of jake and his infidelity, only being informed of the bare details- though, she distinctly remembered tuning out the conversation and turning back to her guitar with a disgruntled shake of her head.
now it seemed her carefree stance on celebrity gossip had turned around to shoot her in the foot. maybe if she had kept more up to date with the information, she could’ve dodged this situation; although, she found it hard to see how being well-informed on an affair would have protected her from her management making decisions for her.
stumbling to her car, she fumbled with her keys for longer than her patience could take. she let out a groan, finally taking hold of the fob and unlocking the door.
the interior of the car was so hot she flinched away from it as she crouched into her seat, shifting uncomfortably in the humidity as the beginnings of perspiration pricked at her forehead. she hurried to start the engine, jamming her finger on the button for the window and breathing a sigh of relief when a gentle breeze blew over her skin.
she sat in the silence for a moment, her thoughts far too loud to ignore. throwing a hand towards the radio, she cranked up the volume until her head ached and began to drive.
she wasn’t exactly sure where she was driving to, but she had always declared that as long as she had her guitar, notebook and a pen, she’d find her way around life just fine.
as she drove, her mind cleared somewhat. her anger dissipated into a low-level ringing in her ear, the sound and the music blaring from the radio blurring into one.
she just didn’t understand. why her? why him? she detested the word, but she was a low-class celebrity at best. that was how she liked it. the people that knew her worked with her closely, and those who didn’t, had almost no clue of her existence. it had never been her dream to be seen, to be perceived, so working on the sidelines so to speak- delivering her carefully crafted words to another, more willing mouthpiece- was what she wanted. it was never necessary for her to be known, and in most instances, she’d prefer to stay that way.
though, the privacy she had curated was rife with solitude. she had one real friend- rory- and even then the underlying fact that if they hadn’t began to work together, they would never be friends made itself known far too often, and far too loudly. they were very different from one another, but a friendship was founded regardless. that’s what happens when you spend all of your time with a person- feelings grow, even if they’re platonic. you become attached to the people you spend your time with.
she hated that. she was a girl who often let her heart rule rather than her head, and it had gotten her in trouble. she didn’t like to let people in too quickly, if at all, but that was where her downfall would begin.
she was alone. she would come home to a quiet house, she would wake up to an empty bed, she would make only enough food for one. her sink held only one toothbrush, one pair of glasses, one specially-chosen face wash. of course, it had all been by her own choice. when she was young, she decided that only she and she alone was the person she wanted to spend time with, and cast away any possible love interests. now that she was older, she could safely say that her own company was remarkably dull, and wished she hadn’t been so hasty in her decision.
the drive soothed her stormy mind, and she found that maybe, just maybe, the agreement could help her lonely soul.
•••
after almost a week of avoiding rory’s calls and desperately trying to ignore the quandaried state of her mind, she found her anxiety growing to insurmountable heights.
every breath she took felt laboured with heavy emotion, the very core of her being so conflicted and undecided and guilty: she couldn’t seem to find a decision any which way she looked, vastly and crushingly aware that any choice she made would affect someone negatively.
placing her guitar next to her with a sigh, she leaned back into her couch. she had tried all week to write, to create an unfound melody, to do anything in order to get rid of her anxiousness, but her attempts had failed.
her phone buzzed, an all-too-familiar sound which sent lead-lined dread to the bottom of her stomach. she couldn’t find the will to answer it, letting rory’s fifth call of the day go to voicemail. she held the phone in her hands, scrolling through the tons of notifications she couldn’t bear to read.
a curiosity overtook her. who was this man she suddenly had to consider into her life plans? she knew he was a guitar player in the band ‘greta van fleet’, and the details of his affair, but that was about it.
youtube buffers for a moment, and she impatiently taps the search bar until the app complies. she types his name in, waiting with baited breath for what she might find.
the first video to pop up was an interview with gibson. in the thumbnail he wore a blue suit, with a cherry-red guitar resting over his lap. his long hair dangled across his chest as he looks down at the strings, his fingers arching into the shape of a chord.
as the video plays, she can’t help but take in his features. god, he’s beautiful. the way he speaks in complete earnest about his guitar, the mouthpiece for his ideas, emotions and inspirations, captured her in a way she had never experienced before.
this was a man completely and irrevocably in love with music. he describes the story of how he found his most favourite instrument with a quiet, husky voice occasionally slurring and sliding into british inflections, and declares without shame or hiding the great attachment he has to his guitar.
he says that the particular model resting against his thigh has become his instrument in permanence, that he has become defined by it, and that he in return has defined it.
that particular interview takes her weary mind and tells her to watch, observe this man and try to understand him, and she listens. she spends the rest of the evening watching videos, reading articles and scrolling through pictures of him- this man had a talent and a passion far beyond anything she had ever seen before, and it was intriguing.
robin had never particularly anticipated her career, nor the path it had taken. she’d only ever wanted to write, to create, to inspire emotion through written word- how was she to know that her original plan would become this?
when robin, a quiet and lonely songwriter, finds herself in an agreement to fake a relationship with one jake kiszka, the last thing she thought she would do is fall in love with the dark-eyed man who made it clear from the start that he didn’t want her there. how does she cope with how she feels? can she learn to let him in?
warnings: SMUT, desperate whiny subby jake, overstimulation and i think that’s it.
author’s note: my very favourite jake is subby jake so this was big fun love you all !
bliss is a very subjective term. it can mean a multitude of things for many people- it can be a feeling, a person, a flavour, a scent, a place.
to you, the only word for the week or so you’d spent tucked away in the woods with jake lazing around, reading, cooking together, playing music, fucking and then fucking some more could be bliss. it was the closest thing to heaven you’d experienced in a long time, and jake was the sole reason.
right now, you were both nestled on the bench sitting by the back door of the little place you’d rented out for your trip. jake had taken himself outside to work on a new song while you stayed inside to read, but you quickly found yourself abandoning the cracked spine to join him in the chilled air instead. it was, in hindsight, a poor choice what with your sleep shorts and thin shirt being your only defence against the cold evening, but you were too comfortable, too entranced in the strumming of jake’s guitar to move and grab another layer.
you felt peaceful here, the warmth of jake’s body rolling off of him in waves. his presence was magnetic and wild and calm in one fell swoop, and he never failed to make you feel safe even when he wasn’t particularly trying to. he was completely focused on his song, mostly silent save for a quiet “hi, love.” when you had stepped through the door and settled yourself by his side.
you hadn’t noticed your eyes falling shut until a less-than-quiet huff sounded from jake and you had to crack one eye open to see him. he was facing you, his lips pressed into a thin line and a tense sort of clench in his jaw. once you open both eyes fully and straighten up in your seat, that hard look in his eyes is gone as quickly as it came.
the music from his guitar has stopped. jake is blinking absentmindedly, lost in thoughts you were usually privy to, but his face was unreadable. he turns back to look at you again, and you’re presented with a tight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“baby, go back inside- read another book, you still have a few left to start, right?” jake said, a hurried edge to his voice.
“why would i do that?” you laugh, shuffling in your seat, feeling jake’s thigh tense up beside yours.
“you’re distracting me.” he mutters.
“how on earth am i distracting you? i’m only sitting next to you and listening.” you chuckle, giving him a look of deep, amused confusion.
he sighs, taking his pick between his teeth and reaching his hand over to you. he brushes a finger over your collarbone and along the curve of your breast, before pinching your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. you gasp, arching away from the sudden sting.
“these are very distracting.” he deadpans, letting go and stroking his thumb over the hardened peak.
your decision to forgo a bra in favour of just a thin shirt had been a choice designed for comfort more than anything else, but sitting out in the cold with him had caused shivers and goosebumps to cover your skin, and consequently your nipples had began to peek through the fabric of your shirt. you’d thought nothing of it, but clearly jake found it difficult to ignore.
that was usually the case for jake. you were altogether impossible to ignore in any capacity- after months of your relationship, he was well versed in every curve of your body, every sound you made, every scrunch of your nose, and he often found himself staring and admiring you without intentional thought. he just seemed to naturally gravitate towards you. his stare or his wandering hands had become such a habitual thing for you, you no longer felt the self conscious tug of doubt in your stomach that was present at the very start of your time with jake- you were at home under his gaze, a warm and settled feeling blossomed in your stomach whenever he touched you.
“i can’t exactly help that, jake.” you bristle only slightly, taking hold of his wrist and resting his hand in your lap. you absentmindedly played with his fingers, missing the dark look that jake’s face had curled into.
“i know you can’t. that’s why i’m telling you to go inside so i can work on this song.” he says quietly, tugging his hand away from your grip and settling it against his guitar once more.
“what if i don’t want to? i think i like being a distraction for you, it’s cute.” you’re suddenly finding great amusement in the idea of jake being so flustered by your body that he can’t concentrate, and feel a tiny pang of something hot and filled with uncontrollable energy in the base of your stomach.
“cute?” his eyebrow quirks up, but he keeps his eyes trained on the guitar strings he can’t focus on long enough to pluck at.
“very cute of you. i think it’s adorable that you can’t even concentrate on your song if i sit next to you.” you lean closer to him, and rest your chin on his shoulder.
“looks like i’m all in your head, baby.” you tease, and you’re pleased to see a tiny flash of something untameable in his eyes.
“if you don’t go inside right now..” his quiet voice is full of warning signs, but unfortunately for him you love the colour red.
“you’ll do what? get hard and forget how to play?”
his head whips in your direction, sending a cold glare boring into the side of your face. you shoot him a smile the both of you know isn’t genuine, and shift away from him to settle back against the arm of the bench. you tuck your knees up to your chest for warmth, taking in the full view of jake and the way his body is pretending to be relaxed.
he’d almost look totally indifferent and normal if it weren’t for his tense shoulders, his fingers frozen in a chord against the neck of his guitar and the sharp, blank stare behind his eyes. he seems to have decided that a spot on the wooden floor by his feet is more interesting than looking at your face, but you’re more than sure he was completely tuned into every small movement you made.
“play me something pretty? please?” you ask after a long pause.
jake starts back to life, resetting his hands and adjusting the hold he has on the guitar. he begins a soft and gentle melody, his shoulders bending along with the music as best they can. you watch him melt into the song and forget himself, his lips pursing occasionally.
as he plays, you release your hold on your legs and sit back just a bit more, letting your knees part just so. your hand slides between your thighs and beneath your shorts to brush against your core, delicately swirling around and tracing patterns against yourself before dipping lower to drag along your entrance.
you let your legs fall apart completely, a silent grab for jake’s attention. his eyes flick over to you for a second, returning to his guitar before snapping back on you, zeroing in on your hidden fingers. his hand pauses, the beautiful song becoming forgotten in his surprise.
“keep playing, baby.” you sweetly tell him, letting a small gasp fall from your lips as you slide two fingers inside of yourself.
“wh-what?” he stammers, unable to tear himself away from the scene unfolding next to him.
“keep playing for me. i want you to prove to me that you can be a big boy and stay focused.” you command with a slither more force, fully set on the little plan you had formulated.
“but i want to watch, i wanna touch you. please let me, baby.” he whines with a pout, something you rarely get to see, reaching out a hand to brush against your ankle, but you swat him away.
“play the damn guitar, jake. i don’t want you to look at me until i cum, and then maybe you’ll get to touch.” you don’t know where this dominant streak has been stashed away, waiting to be unleashed, but you’re glad it has made an appearance.
his face scrunches up into a defiant glare, opening and shutting his mouth as he attempts to come up with the words for his displeasure at the rules you’ve set out. you knew jake loved, more than anything, to watch you, touch you, experience you coming undone- it would kill him to be denied those things, which is why you take extra gratification in doing so.
“be a good boy and listen to me, jake.” you speak in a low, sultry voice, watching how his eyes widen at your chosen pet name.
he turns back to his guitar, blinking a little harder than necessary in such a way you know he’s having to remind himself to do so, and picks up where he left off. music fills your ears again, much to your delight, and you let your fingers speed up. you brush a thumb over your clit, eliciting a hushed moan to tumble from your mouth, almost challenging jake to break his focus and look at you again.
he doesn’t look up. instead, he squeezes his eyes shut and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, trying his very hardest to ignore the torture you had laid out for him. you quietly applaud his resolve and let yourself make even more noise.
as you slowly draw yourself closer to a peak, gentle whimpers and soft curses float out into the night air. jake tries to focus on the music, hoping in a way to drown you out lest he completely lose his rhythm or, frankly, his total knowledge on how to play a guitar, but you know he’s going to break soon.
“fuck, jakey.” you whine, lifting your hips involuntarily as you toe the line of pleasure, peering over the edge and playing a game of chicken with it.
he lets out a small noise from the back of his throat, an almost strangled groan that makes you giggle- his eyes have opened again, and they dart from the floor, to the porch ceiling, to his feet, to the tree line in the distant semi-dark. you could almost hear him urging himself on in his head to stay on track, don’t lose focus, don’t look at her, don’t do it. the way his face is twisted as if he’s in pain, his bottom lip becoming more pink and swollen every time he releases it from between his teeth, only to capture it again, is adorable and makes your head spin. if you wanted to hold onto any semblance of control jake was allowing you to have, you’d do well to stop pausing and admiring the soft blush covering his cheeks.
“i think i’m close.” you whisper in a strained, high-pitched voice, your fingers dancing quickly over your sensitive clit until you feel yourself start to stiffen.
jake throws his head back, shaking his hair away from his eyes. his eyebrows are knotted together, and his lips are rolled into a line. he’s putting every ounce and morsel of energy he possesses into following your orders, no matter how badly he wanted to disobey. his fingers still strum away at the strings, but they falter and stumble more than he’s ever been known to.
as you completely fall into the pleasure, you let out your loudest moan yet. it sends jake wild, his fingers tightening around the neck of his guitar, his legs shifting around- none of this helps him play any better, in fact it does the opposite, and the next chord comes out flat and weak as he has to physically turn his head away from you to prevent himself from snapping.
“fuck! jakey, it feels so fucking good.” you pant out, grinding against your fingers to ride out your orgasm in a blinding haze.
you slowly come back down to earth and nudge jake’s elbow with your foot. his neck is still craned to face away from you, and he no longer cares about the discordant sounds coming from his instrument. he’s used to playing blind- hell, he can play behind his head or with his eyes closed- but this was a completely different kind of obstacle for him. you were his weak spot: no matter what he was doing, his full attention was on you. to be denied something that came so naturally to him fucked with every function of his body until something as easy to him as playing, or breathing, was muddled and wrong.
“you can look now, baby.” you tell him, breathing a laugh when he slowly turns his face to watch you with wide, cautious eyes.
he suddenly abandons his guitar, shoving it against the wall next to the bench, before reaching over to you and running a hand down your thigh.
“did i say you could touch me?” you question, as he hooks his thumb under the waistband of your shorts and starts tugging on them. you don’t lift your hips, and he lets out an annoyed sound as he struggles to rid you of your clothes. eventually, he wins the battle by using both of his hands to drag the fabric away from you and leaving you bare to the cold chill.
“i did what you asked, didn’t i? i let you be cruel and played the stupid fucking song, and you’re not letting me do anything. i was a good boy.”
that last sentence was so pathetic, so whiny and desperate you almost falter. he’d whispered it, as if to himself, and you’re reminded of a sad puppy who didn’t get to play. he looks crestfallen, so sweet and miserable, casting his eyes over you with the tiniest pout you’d ever seen. his bottom lip was actually poking out, and you wanted to kiss it away.
“settle down, baby. i’ll give you what you want, you just need to be patient.” you try to pull his wrist away from your body, but he fights against it.
“but i don’t want to be patient, i want to touch you. i want- no, i need to be inside. it hurts.” he practically babbles, cupping himself in his pants as he speaks. you can see the outline of him even from your spot next to him, and the tiny damp patch where his cock began leaking some time during your torture.
“where does it hurt, pretty boy?” you ask, sitting up in your seat and sidling up to him.
he presses his hips up against his own palm, resting his head back against the wall. without thought, he starts to unzip his jeans and pushes the layers of fabric away, until he can grab his cock and begin stroking it slowly.
“right there? your cock hurts because i didn’t let you watch?” your voice is condescending as you speak to him, and you knew if jake had any control left in him you’d have been bent over the bench and fucked until you cried. you were really, really pushing your luck with this whole thing, but it was just too much fun to stop.
“please touch it.” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.
“why should i?” you lean in close, brushing your lips against his jaw, up to his cheek, and plant a soft, barely-there kiss against his temple.
“i need it, please. please, it aches- i need to cum so badly.”
“please.” he breathes, feather-light, his chest heaving as his hand speeds up almost imperceptibly.
“do you want me to make it all better and sit on your pretty, aching cock? would that feel good, sweetheart?”
his eyes roll back for a second, losing himself in the thought of you hovering above him and making that ache go away for good. you laugh quietly to yourself, kissing his cheek softly.
“look at you. so desperate and whiny and i haven’t even touched you yet.” you don’t know which god blessed you enough to give you the beautiful sight in front of you, but you silently thank the heavens, the stars and the whole universe for making it so.
it seems he’s incapable of responding with real words anymore, opting to grumble a few slurred and jumbled curses and whispers of your name. he leans over and lets a trail of saliva fall from his mouth to coat his dick, groaning at the now easy glide of his fist over his skin.
you quickly swing a leg over his thighs and settle against his lap, trapping his hand while you steal his attention away to look you squarely in the face. he looks so pretty, his cheeks flushed red, that you can’t stop yourself from leaning in and capturing his mouth in a kiss. he responds almost immediately, deepening the kiss, grabbing your head and pulling you as close as he can get, running his tongue along yours until he’s all you can taste. he lets out tiny sounds of contentment, glad to have your touch in any way he can get it.
while he’s distracted, you manage you sink down on him without needing to seek him out- he’s there, hot and twitching already. the sound he lets out is completely new to you, and the way that he pulls away from the kiss with wide eyes and blushing cheeks, you have to deduce it’s new to him too. you cup his warm cheek and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, before rising on his cock, only to fall down again.
“do you think you can keep making those noises for me, pretty boy?” you ask as you slowly bounce up and down, jake clutching your hips tightly.
he doesn’t answer. he either doesn’t want to, or he’s so fucked out his brain can’t come up with anything close to coherent- you have a pretty good guess of which it is. his hips buck up into you, hitting you even deeper until you feel so full it aches. you clench around him, delighting in the gasp that shudders through his chest.
his hands on your hips force you faster up and down his length, stretching and gliding inside of you, while he throws his head back against the wall with a dull thud. he doesn’t seem to feel it, or he’s too far gone to notice it, but you tenderly grab his head with both hands and kiss his forehead, stroking your fingers over the spot that had connected with the brick.
“i think i’m gonna- fuck.” he grunts, thrusting up to meet you halfway. you press a hand flat against his chest, tangling your fingers with his necklace.
“not until i say you can.” you warn, slowing down your pace until you’re gently rocking against him.
“why not?” he snaps, trying to shuffle his body to gain some movement, but you stop completely, clamping your thighs around his.
“because i said so. do you want to be my good boy, or are you going to be a little brat for the rest of the night?”
he pauses, breathing heavily through his nose as you slowly and repeatedly clench down on him. he opens his mouth to speak, but you lift your hips just to slam back down on him at the same time. he lets out a choked sound somewhere between a moan and a sob, digging his fingers into your hips.
“i’ll be good! i’m not a brat, i’ll be so good for you, i’m sorry. please let me cum soon.” how he manages to speak full sentences, you aren’t sure, because he’s clenching his jaw so hard you almost expect him to break a tooth.
you’re satisfied with his answer and begin a brutal pace, moving so quickly your thighs ache, until he’s back to that beautiful stage of his pleasure where he can’t control the sounds he’s making or the thrashing of his head from side to side. his blunt nails scratch along your ass and thighs, bruising and marking your skin.
your own impending finish looms over you, worming its way through your stomach to the very tips of your toes. goosebumps cover every inch of your skin, but it has nothing to do with the slight wind that had picked up around you. you let out a soft moan and throw your head back, fully intent on riding him until you’re both messes.
“i’ll cum if you keep going, it feels so- feels too fucking good.” he warns, his cock twitching deep inside of you.
“hold it.” you grunt, focused on your own release.
“i can’t- it’s too much. oh, i’m gonna-”
“-i said hold. it. be a good pretty boy and cum when i tell you to.”
his eyes flutter shut, and a tiny droplet of a tear rolls down his cheek. he’s so overwhelmed he’s actually crying, a minuscule sob shuddering through his body, catching in his throat. you rub your thumb over the wetness, and kiss his nose again.
“crying won’t make me nicer, baby.” you whisper, the movement of your body making it difficult to stay next to his ear.
“oh fuck, please! i can’t do it, i can’t be good.” he shouts out, his voice thick with emotion and overwhelm.
one last roll of your hips and jake doubles over, his cock twitching as he groans and pants through his orgasm. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, biting down on the connection of your shoulder as he makes more of the sounds you long to hear on repeat, his hips continually fucking you even as he becomes overstimulated. you feel more tears drip along your skin, the muffled sob from his chest filling your ears.
you slow to a complete stop while he calms down, his face firmly pressed into your skin. your hands try to pull him up to face you, but he resists and grumbles loudly.
“are you hiding because you didn’t do as i asked?” you say, voice hard with displeasure.
he nods gently, his lips pursing into a kiss on your neck. you stay there for a moment, paused as you decide on his next punishment.
“i’m sorry.” he mumbles, sniffling. you pull away, giving him no solace to hide within, and take his head in both hands. his eyes are misty and the most gorgeous shade of brown you could almost cry, too.
“sorry isn’t good enough, baby. you’re gonna have to earn your next one.” you say seriously, lifting your eyebrows.
“i don’t need to cum again, i promise. just let me make you feel good, let me taste you.” he offers pathetically, but you cut him off with a bitter laugh.
“oh, sweetheart. if you think you’re touching me again tonight, you’re dead fucking wrong. c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and warm again.” you let go of his face and slide up off him, standing to your feet and collecting your shorts.
as you slide them back on, jake sits, dumbfounded. his jaw hangs open, while his eyebrows crinkle with displeasure.
“you’re not serious?” he asks disbelievingly, tucking himself back into his pants and swiftly following you to his feet. you notice he tries to wipe away his tears quickly, still sniffling quietly.
he’s hot on your trail as you step back towards the house, trying to reach out for your body but missing as you sidestep him. he grunts with frustration, glaring at you as you laugh openly in his face.
“go have a shower and shut up, pretty boy. you can’t get what you want when you don’t behave.”
“this isn’t fair.” he pouts again.
“too fuckin’ bad!” you call out as you run into the house, leaving jake on the porch with a quickly stiffening cock and a brand-new resolve for the night.
i dont normally get engagement on non-fic posts but i’m really curious to know what kind of posting schedule would you guys prefer if i was to, say, start posting the chaptered jake fic that i am potentially, hypothetically, possibly working on and am about 70% done with ?? please leave answers in my asks or in the comments :)
warnings: SMUT, threesomes (absolutely not twincest get the fuck outta here), unprotected sex, lil bit of degradation.
author’s note: man i hope this is good, i’ve never written something like this ahhh love you all!
“why do i have to be the one to ask?”
“because i’m making sure this chocolate doesn’t burn.”
“i’m in my pyjamas, for fuck’s sake!”
“just hurry! they won’t care.”
“you owe me so fucking much. you’re still gonna be making up for this in the retirement home, okay?”
you reluctantly trudge out of your apartment, sighing once the door shuts behind you. there was no way this was happening. despite it being a massive stereotype, no one had ever actually asked their neighbour for sugar- it just didn’t happen in real life, and you weren’t exactly pleased to be the one naively knocking on a door and subsequently turned away.
you squeeze your eyes shut as you lift your hand up to the door of apartment 17. the two boys living there had always been friendly, had always invited you in for drinks, said hello in the elevator and had even helped you and your roommate move in once upon a time. still, you didn’t want to show up on their doorstep wearing bunny rabbit slippers and a tank top so sheer it should really be thrown away. it was embarrassing.
after you knock, you’re left waiting for so long you almost decide to turn away and go back home. maybe they aren’t home. you’d silently admit to yourself that you hoped that was so- then at least you’d be saved the humiliation of the attractive rockstars living down the corridor from you seeing your frilly pink sleep shorts.
you hear shuffling, and then a lock click out of place. damn, you aren’t getting out of this so easily. the door slides open to reveal jake, and your stomach drops. he looks good, his hair casually thrown back into a loose bun, while he wears a tattered and thin band shirt and tight black jeans.
his lips tug into a smirk as he looks you over, much to your dismay.
“well, if it isn’t the bunny from apartment 15.” his voice rasps, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.
“bunny?” you ask, immediately feeling stupid when he points a long finger at your slippers.
“josh, the bunny is here. come say hi.” jake leans back to call out into his apartment, flashing you a smile full of something you couldn’t quite name.
footsteps sound, and josh soon makes his appearance. he smiles brightly as he sees your face, but when his eyes travel over your skimpy attire, his lips curl into something more akin to the smirk already belonging to his twin.
“hello there, bunny, was it?” josh teases, resting his hand high on the other side of the doorframe.
they’re both looking at you with unblinking eyes and crooked smiles, and you’re not sure you can remember why you came here in the first place. you try to find the words, searching the draws of vocabulary tucked away in the back of your mind, but they’re empty.
“well, what is it you need? or did you just come here to look pretty for us?” jake asks, lifting his eyebrows expectantly.
“sugar.” you mumble, eyes darting between their faces. you weren’t sure where to look, in all honesty.
“i need to- uh- to borrow some sugar.” you finally find your footing in the conversation, much to your silent relief.
both men let out similar sounds from the back of their throats, looking at each other for a brief moment in which something silent transpires between them. they shift from their positions against the doorway and jake inclines his head to you.
“come on in, josh will find some.”
something about the way jake tells you to come in makes you do it with no second thought, and you quickly remind yourself of a farm animal being led to slaughter when the door clicks shut behind you. you stand in their open-plan apartment, very similar to yours, in a blank daze, while josh shuffles around in the kitchen.
“are you baking a cake?” josh asks, his back to you.
you flicker to life, and lean yourself against the kitchen counter. it’s cold, it helps you to focus on something other than the sudden warmth of your skin.
“my roommate is. chocolate.” you answer as best you can, though jake’s sudden presence by your side makes it difficult to focus on anything, much less speaking coherently.
“y’know, since we’re giving you the sugar, i think we should be allowed to have a taste.” jake murmurs, and you can’t quite discern if there’s a hidden tone behind his words, or if you’re just so flustered you’re imagining it.
josh hums in agreement, still rifling around the cupboards in front of him.
“you’re more than welcome to come over and have a slice, guys. you’re always welcome at our place.”
“i’m not so sure i want cake, though.” jake leans into your side, letting out a quiet laugh at the shiver which runs through your body.
you’re still convinced you’re making up the suggestive lilt in his words, but something flashes to life deep in the pit of your stomach at the mere idea.
“yeah, i don’t really feel like cake, either.” josh grabs your attention, holding an unopened bag of sugar in his large hand.
maybe you weren’t making it up- the dark look in josh’s eyes isn’t subtle, and it makes your stomach tumble with excitement. a faint waft of cologne and cigarettes every time jake moves his head clouds your senses, until you’re shifting a little closer to get even more of the delicious smell.
“what do you want, then?” you ask, gingerly prodding at the unspoken thing blossoming in the suddenly too-small room.
“i think you know, bunny.” jake whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
his hand moves from your ear to the curve of your shoulder, tracing a single circle before continuing down your spine. he stops at the small of your back, walking his fingers along to your waist and wrapping his hand around it, taking a firm grip of you.
your breath catches in your throat. you let jake pull you tightly to his side, trying to ignore his fingers softly dipping below the waistline of your shorts with every circle he draws into your skin. josh watches your face change, carefully calculating how he’d fit into this situation.
you straighten up, no longer leaning on the counter, pulling jake with you. you reach out a hand to josh, and he quickly abandons the bag of sugar in favour of rushing over to you. you wriggle in jake’s grip until your back is pressed against his chest- it gives you the opportunity to grab josh’s arm and tug him closer to you, suddenly very desperate to have them both as near to you as possible.
josh is tentative when he touches your cheek, his thumb brushing over the hollows of your cheekbones, but jake is rough. it’s a big contrast, the delicate ghosting of josh’s fingers on your face, while jake tightly grips your stomach and presses you tighter against his body. he runs his calloused fingers wherever he can reach, over your abdomen, the tops of your thighs, before finally resting on your collarbones. he stretches his fingers until they just barely touch the column of your throat, and you wish he’d just wrap his whole hand around it and render you breathless with one tight squeeze.
“kiss me.” you breathe out, pleading with one of them to do something other than stroke your skin.
you tighten your grip on josh’s forearm and try to pull him close, feeling jake bury his head in the crook of your neck.
“who do you want to kiss first, angel?” jake whispers against your skin, making you shiver.
you lunge forward, as best you can with jake’s arm wrapped around you, and meet josh. you give him no time to prepare before you crash your lips against his. he staggers for a brief moment, quickly threading his hand with the hair on the side of your head.
“oh, josh, i think we have a desperate little girl on our hands. couldn’t even answer my question.” jake laughs, travelling his hand down to clutch at your hips.
josh smiles into the kiss, cracking open his eye to give jake a look complete with an affirmative quirk of his eyebrows. he melts back into your mouth, running his tongue along your bottom lip.
when jake sucks a kiss into the curve of your throat, you gasp out loud. josh takes the advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss, somehow pulling your face even closer to his. he tasted just the faintest bit like weed, a lingering memory of some point in his evening.
you reach a hand behind to touch jake’s hair, to run his soft tendrils through your fingers, as you had thought about many times in the months of knowing him. he makes a quiet noise, and you store the information that he enjoys having his hair touched in the back of your head, for later.
jake swaps between kisses and licks at your throat and jaw, while josh still chases your tongue with his own, tangling his fingers with your hair. you pull away to gasp for air, giving them both an exhilarated smile before twisting your head to capture jake’s mouth in a fast kiss.
josh trails a finger down the side of your face and along your throat, lower and lower until he finds your thin shirt. his finger brushes over the fullness of your breast and then to your nipple gently, before he pinches it harshly between forefinger and thumb. you let out a high-pitched whine into jake’s mouth, feeling the long haired twin shift his hips against your ass.
jake grips your chin and pulls you away from his face, ignoring your attempts to chase his mouth and casting his eyes on josh. they have another one of those silent conversations, while you try to catch your breath. it’s no use- you’re so thoroughly overwhelmed now there’s no way you could settle down, so you take to running your hand down josh’s front to cup his half-hard cock.
they both seem to click back on, moving in synchrony to manoeuvre you until you’re leaning back against the counter and sadly missing the warmth of either of their bodies pressed against yours. you shuffle to kick off the stupid bunny slippers, sending them flying across the room with a silent thud.
“jump, sweetheart.” josh murmurs, holding onto your waist to carefully guide you to sit on the counter. jake lays his hand flat against your chest and pushes you down until you’re lying back- you shuffle to rest up on your elbows, lest you miss a second of either of their beautiful faces.
they don’t move, simply standing shoulder to shoulder and looking at you. you feel like a piece of art in an exhibition under their watchful gazes, and quickly feel that uncontrollable desperation under your skin again. you shift and wriggle, pressing a hand over your face and quickly snapping your legs shut when you realise they’re splayed open for all to see.
“oh, honey. don’t hide away from us. c’mon, open your legs again.” josh coos, smoothing a hand over your knee.
“let us in, baby.” jake says quietly, grabbing the hand covering your face with just a little more force than his brother, pulling it away to reveal your bright red face.
“and now your legs, open up for us.” josh, you think, says. you can’t be too sure, your eyes are squeezed shut.
slowly and uncertainly, you let your legs fall open again. they both make sounds of approval, and josh’s hand swiftly makes its way along your thigh, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he went.
“let’s take these clothes off, hm?” one of them says, and soon four hands are pulling at your thin shorts and your top. you’re naked before you can take a full breath in, clutching your hands over your chest despite the tight hand wrapped around your wrist.
you’re overcome with the desperate need to hide again, snap your legs shut and cower away from their amused smirks. it’s like they know what you’re about to do, because josh pushes your knee all the way down until it touches the cold counter.
“don’t even think about it.” jake warns, before dropping to his knees.
you let out a startled gasp at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your inner thigh, and make an even louder sound when his tongue finds its way against your cunt. he licks a languid stripe over you, pressing his hands down on your stomach when your hips shoot up at the sensitive contact. he gently suckles on your clit, groaning loudly into your skin.
“fuck. josh, come taste her- she’s so sweet.” jake pulls away, urging his brother to swap places.
josh crouches down until his head is between your legs. his eyes flick up to meet yours, a burning intensity you couldn’t shy away from even if you tried, because jake had taken a handful of your hair and made sure you were looking at josh.
“watch him, baby.” he whispers, pressing his lips against the side of your head.
josh lays a gentle kiss just above your clit, before sticking out his tongue and lapping it at your entrance. his tongue dances and explores across your skin, losing himself in the taste of you.
“you were right, jake. she’s fucking delectable.” josh mutters, pressing a kiss to your thigh as he looks up at his brother.
“the only one who hasn’t had a taste is you, bunny. stick out your tongue.” jake runs a thumb over your bottom lip, dipping it into your mouth until you push your tongue out.
he leans down and lets a drop of spit fall from his lips, making sure you catch it. he pushes your jaw shut and covers your mouth, smiling down at you with a soft look in his eyes, nowhere near as delicate as his actions.
“swallow it like a good girl. well done, bunny.” his voice is raspy and low, and it almost distracts you until josh sucks harshly on your clit.
your eyes widen and you gasp, staring down at him with dumbfounded amazement. he slides a finger inside of you, a loud and startled whine falling away from your mouth. his finger curls into your sweet spot, his eyes watching how your jaw hangs open while an amused smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth. you clamp your mouth shut, scared to make any more noise.
“be louder, baby. tell my brother how good he’s making you feel.”
you let out another moan, and let your chin fall to your chest. you’re mesmerised by the way josh’s mouth moves, how his tongue swirls and flicks at your clit, how his finger massages that perfect spot buried deep inside of you. the pressure is building in the base of your stomach, a white hot bolt of energy threatening to explode until you’re lost in the blinding haze.
“is our girl gonna cum?” jake asks, his grip on your hair tightening in anticipation.
rapidly you nod, another sound you don’t recognise ripping from your chest as josh works you closer and closer into that delicate crescendo of pleasure you so badly needed.
“do it, then. cum all over his face like a well-behaved slut and tell us how good it feels.”
“it feels so fucking good- fuck, i’m so close.” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.
the pressure is so intense and so close, you can hardly stand it, your hips lifting and your thighs fighting to stay open. you want to clamp them around josh’s head and keep him there, ride out your orgasm against his face, for fear of him pulling away and not allowing you your release.
“please don’t stop.” you force out pathetically, leaning more and more into jake’s hold as you melt into your pleasure.
josh keeps up his pace, and you suddenly topple into the feeling. a high-pitched moan falls from your lips, your hips involuntarily grinding against his tongue, while jake lets out a quiet groan at the scene before him.
“you look so pretty when you cum, baby.” jake whispers.
you reach up for jake’s face, pulling him down to meet your mouth in a desperate kiss while you moan loudly into him. you just needed him to do something, give you some type of comfort while you’re lost and floating in the pleasure josh is bringing you- jake readily accepts your rough tongue trying to find his, letting you do what you like in your moment of hazy desperation.
“cmon, on your feet.” josh softly smacks the side of your thigh, getting to his feet and holding out his hand for you. he pulls you off the counter, quietly chuckling when your legs barely support your weight.
“i think it’s time jake got to play with you.” he murmured, sending a swift slap to your ass before he pushes you towards the couch.
“you can do whatever you like.” you gasp out, letting yourself collapse onto the couch and sending a coy smile in jake’s direction.
“in that case, get up on your knees. face away and look at josh.” jake commands, grabbing your hips to pull you up before you have the chance.
he pushes you up until your elbows rest on the edge of the couch, sliding a knee between your thighs and forcing them open from behind. you hear the clink of his belt and the glide of his zipper. his large, warm hand massages your ass, while the feeling of the head of his cock nudging your entrance makes your shoulders stiffen.
the lewd sound of jake spitting fills your ears, and suddenly he’s filling you up, a slow and gentle glide stretching you out until you feel so full you have to press a hand against your stomach.
“do you feel me there, baby? all filled up with my cock?” jake’s voice is low and slightly strained, as if he’s exerting a mighty amount of energy into controlling himself.
in response, you push your hips back, a silent plea for him to start moving and give you that friction you needed. with a quiet groan, he thrusts into you once, then twice, and then he loses any of the control he had been reserving and moves with such force you can’t imagine ever feeling anything but jake.
he runs a hand along your spine, taking a handful of your hair and pulling your head up from its position on the couch cushions. your eyes meet josh’s. he’s smiling down at you, cocking his head to the side when your eyebrows knot together after an especially sharp thrust.
“how does she feel, jake?” josh asks, resting a hand under your chin and stroking your jaw.
“as good as we talked about. she’s so fucking tight.” jake pants, his hips still slapping against the backs of your thighs.
“we’ve wanted to play with you for a little while, y’know. teasing little slut in those tight dresses and short skirts.” josh murmured, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips before pulling away again.
“let me taste you, josh, please?” you whine, clenching down on jake’s cock momentarily, earning a sore handprint on your ass.
“since you asked so nicely, angel.”
josh undoes his pants, slowly revealing himself to your awaiting mouth. he presses the tip of his cock against your lips, staring down at you with a quirked eyebrow until you stick your tongue out for him.
“let’s see if you look as pretty as we said you would sucking cock.”
he takes no time filling your mouth, smirking when you choke on his length. his cock hits the back of your throat; he pulls his hips back, and shoves himself in your mouth once more. both men move in accidental synchrony, one in, one out, until you’re barely aware of your surroundings. all you can think of is them, their scents, their noises, their cocks. it’s a delightful kind of daze, and you find yourself wishing it could never end.
jake lets out a strangled groan, his fingers digging into your hips until his blunt nails create tiny crescent moon-shaped indentations in your skin. he’s close, you can feel it in the way his cock twitches inside of you, brushing your sweet spot repetitively. you know you’re almost there too, you feel that familiar tension in your stomach again.
“keep sucking my cock, sweetheart. you’re doing such a good job, taking us both so well, aren’t you?”
josh’s words push you over the edge. you moan as best you can around his cock while you clench down on jake’s, feeling your thighs shake as jake has to hold you up. the force of your orgasm takes every ounce of your strength- the pleasure is too much.
jake slams his cock into you, speeding up as he chases his own high, a hushed moan falling from his lips. you decide it’s a sound you’d pay good money to hear over and over again, until josh makes a sound of his own. hearing them both nearing their ends at the same time, that beautiful harmony of moans and pants from behind and in front of you, makes excitement flutter in your chest.
you work your mouth over josh with more vigour, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks, earning the reward of an even louder moan. jake suddenly stills his hips, his head dropping down to rest between your shoulder blades.
his cock twitches inside of you as he cums, and you feel his lips press kisses up and down the back of your neck. josh gasps, grabbing the back of your head and moving you faster over his cock, until you finally taste him on your tongue. you swallow him down eagerly, and tenderly kitten-lick his sensitive head until he hisses and pulls away altogether.
you can’t help the slightly mournful look on your face as you watch josh tuck himself back into his pants, and he pouts back at you in a faux smile.
“don’t worry, love. i’ll have my turn with you soon- you won’t need to ask for sugar next time.” he teases, softly taking your chin with one finger and pressing a kiss to your sad lips.
“the sugar- fuck. she’s gonna kill me.” you suddenly remember the very reason you came here, an anxious energy taking hold of your throat.
“we’ll give her a tardy slip, tell her you just got distracted.” jake says, sliding out of you, much to your dismay. you let out a tiny, pathetic sound at the loss of him inside of you, looking back at his red face with an even deeper pout.
“can you really say she got distracted if she’s gone for hours?” josh asked his brother, your eyebrows creasing.
“what do you mean?” you ask, pushing yourself off the couch to lean your body into jakes side. he wraps his arm around your waist and holds you up.
I’ve compiled a list of my most favorite works of Greta Van Fleet fan fiction.
If you know me at all, you know I only really read and write about the twins, but once in a blue moon, I find Sam appealing too. All of these contain explicit content, I think oops. Please please please forgive me if your fic is not on here. I do a very poor job of keeping a list.
YOU NEED TO READ THE WARNINGS STATED ON EACH FIC ON THIS LIST. READ THEM AND THEN READ THEM AGAIN. SOME OF THEM CONTAIN WARNINGS THAT COULD POTENTIALLY BE VERY TRIGGERING.
prguitarman
ellievsbear
amandla
theartofmadeline
turnnoffyourmind
discoholicmusic
