hi i’m morgan and i’m twenty-two years old. my pronouns are she/they.
this blog is mainly going to focus on jake, johnnie, carrington, and tarayummy content
this blog is a sideblog! my main is @nickswayne and i focus on wrestling over there though i tend to use sideblogs more
i also use @prettynpete for bandom and @margeradunn for jackass related content
i used to write a lot on my wrestling blog but i kinda fell out and haven’t written much since 2021. here i hope to change that and get my writing spark back
i’m mostly a smut writer and enjoyer :) if you have any thirsty (or not so much) thoughts or just want to fangirl please feel free to reach out
summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.
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The diner is slow today, it always is on Sundays. You’ve had a total of 5 customers and it’s already past noon, making the day feel endless. You’re currently messing with the fryer in the kitchen. It turned off suddenly and now it won’t turn back on. “Stupid fucking fryer,” you grumble, clicking random buttons until it finally starts heating.
Suddenly the front doorbell rings, indicating a customer has entered the lobby. “Hello! I’ll be right with you!” you call out from the kitchen, peering your head over the order window to catch a glimpse of the customers. You instantly recognize that it’s Jake, he’s a regular customer and arrives everyday at exactly 12:30pm without fail.
Jake saunters in, dirty and sweaty from a hard days work. He works at an automotive repair shop that sits right on the corner of the street, choosing your diner everyday as his preferred dining spot. The walk from his car shop isn’t long, but he always leaves early so he misses the lunch rush.
Because he’s such a frequent customer, Jake knows the diner well, so he situates himself in the booth that gives him the best view of the kitchen. When he first started eating here, he realized that this booth provided him with a cinema worthy experience because he could watch you work as he enjoyed his meal.
You emerge from the kitchen with a big smile on your face, walking around the front counter and over to Jake’s table. “Can’t get enough of this place, huh?” you joke, retrieving a small notebook and ball point pen from the depths of your apron.
“Guess so,” Jake replies with a chuckle, folding his dirty hands over the table. They’re permanently stained with car oil, calloused by countless hours of manual labor. Your eyes travel from his broad, tattooed shoulders down to his folded arms, relishing in the way his sweat glistens in the sun that trickles in through the window. His white tank top is adorned with black smudges and stains, ripped and frayed along the edges. There’s dirt under his fingernails, a detail that you’d usually find disturbing, but it adds even more grit to Jake. You love the idea of being fucked by a hard working man who isn’t afraid to get dirty.
Jake’s messy look completely juxtaposes yours. You’re wearing your diner uniform, clad in a pastel pink dress and an apron so white it reflected the sun. Your hair is curled and pinned back, a matching pink bow dangling in between your bouncy strands. Stark white sneakers sway back and forth, as you wait patiently for Jake to order. You looked so clean, too clean, and Jake wanted to roam his hands all over you and watch how messy you could really get.
“So, your usual?” you ask, knowing Jake’s order by heart. Over the course of his visits, you’ve learned that Jake is a simple man. He orders the same thing everyday and although the food was slightly above average, he claimed it was his favorite as an excuse to watch you work.
Jake loved watching as you diligently wiped down tables, your hips rocking back and forth as you worked the rag into tough, grimy spots. When you were mopping, he’d scoot closer to the edge of his seat and watch you bend over as you rung out the mop. He especially loves watching as you walked over to his booth with his meal in hand, because once you arrive to the table you bend over just enough to expose the top of your breasts.
“You know how I like it, baby,” the nickname slips out naturally, the flirtatious undertones evident in Jake’s voice. At first you would become flustered with his incessant flirting, but now that you’re used to it, you get turned on. You feel like a car engine, revved up and ready to fuck some miles into him.
“Alright, it’ll be right out,” you reply with a playful smile, shoving the notepad and pen back into your apron before making your way back to the kitchen. Your hips sway as you walk away, the string of your apron slapping against your ass with each step.
Jake’s eyes are glued to you, mentally undressing you from across the room. He’s really hungry now, but not for the food.
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20 minutes have passed and you’re still not back with his food. Jake isn’t the type to complain, but he knows it never takes you this long. Loud beeping rings throughout the diner, followed by a loud yell from the kitchen, “Ow! Fuck!” Metal clangs on the floor shortly after, a string of cuss words coming from you.
Jake’s natural instinct is to get up and check on you, but you come out from the kitchen before he can act on it. You’re pressing a cold, wet towel on your hand, “Sorry, it’s gonna be a while. The fryer’s been acting up all day and it just turned off. I burnt myself trying to fix it, but I popped your fries in the oven instead, okay?”
Jake sees the opportunity and takes it, “No problem. I can take a look at it if you want?” He’s an extremely handy man, and he’s hoping to get handsy with you if he plays his cards right.
“At what?” you ask confused, applying pressure to your hand.
“The fryer. I can try to fix it. It’ll only take a few minutes,” he replies, using his hands to push himself out of the booth. Before you can protest, Jake begins walking to the kitchen. His dirty work boots leave a trail of footprints on the floor as you follow closely behind, trying to keep up with his long strides. He quickly finds the fryer, following the smell of gas until he locates the source.
“No, it’s okay! I’ll just put in a work order,” you reason, watching as he kneels in front of the machine. You were beginning to panic, no one other than employees were allowed in the kitchen. What if your boss suddenly showed up and found him back here? Not to mention how unsanitary it was for him to be touching everything with his soiled hands.
“Yeah? And when will they finally come fix it?”
The question has you stumped, causing you to think for a while. The maintenance men usually didn’t come until weeks after the initial work order was put in, and working without a fryer for that long sounded like actual hell. That didn’t mean you wanted a customer working while on their lunch break, “Probably a couple of weeks, but it’s okay. It’s not a big deal, really!”
Your words fall on deaf ears though because Jake is opening the fryer hatch, a whiff of cooking oil and gas hitting him straight in the face. From that smell alone he immediately knew the problem, “Yeah, see, the gas line isn’t connected. One stray spark and this whole place is blowing up.”
Jake’s used to working in much hotter temperatures, surrounded daily by the summer weather and even hotter car engines. So, although the fryer is emitting a lot of heat, it’s nothing compared to what he deals with daily. He manages to find the main gas line, turning the nob off to ensure there isn’t any other leaks. After that, he swiftly turns the machine off before unscrewing a hot, black tube. He pulls the black tube off with a grunt, causing a loud hissing noise as the last bits of gas spill out.
“How do you know it’s the gas line?” you ask curiously, blissfully unaware and nose blind to the smell. “The smell,” he replies blatantly, strong hands removing random pieces from the machine. Well they were random to you, but Jake seemed to know the purpose of each piece.
The oven dings faintly in the background, indicating that the fries are finally done baking. You would love to stay and watch his arms flex as he worked, but you didn’t want to cause another hazard, “I’ll be back, those are the fries. I don’t want them to burn.”
He hums in response, the sound being followed by another animalistic grunt. You feel your core clench at the sound, there was something about him that made you want to push him to the ground and get messy.
You force yourself to look away, finally walking over to the oven to retrieve the fries before they burn.
—
The fryer was worse than either of you anticipated, causing Jake to spend more than a ‘few minutes’ working on it. He’s lying face up on the floor to get a better view, a broken down cardboard box is sprawled out under him to serve as a cushion and as a barrier from the cold floor.
Luckily you’ve only had one other customer since then and all they ordered was a drink, so you’ve been able to watch Jake work this entire time. Your pussy is throbbing at the possibilities, your mind delving into uncharted territory as you imagine what he’d look like under you.
Jake’s hips buck upward as he adjust himself, pushing himself further into the machine each time. Your eyes fall onto his crotch every time, you can’t help but stare and salivate at the growing bulge. He knows you’re watching and it’s turning him on.
“Here, hold this piece right… there,” he instructs, voice trailing off as his fingers pinch a wire in place. You comply, scooting closer so you can properly hold the wire in place. The position is uncomfortable though, your legs struggling to remain in place as you try not to fall on Jake.
After a while your legs start to hurt, trembling from the constant strain. “I can’t reach,” you explain, attempting to shift your weight so you’re comfortable.
Jake lifts his head up, careful not to hit it against the metal above him, as he peers at you. You were awkwardly reaching over him, one hand gripping onto the edge of the fryer as the other stretched to properly hold the wire in place. He looks down at your legs, watching as they shake before he accidentally catches a glimpse of your underwear.
“Here, just…” he begins to say, forgetting his sentence as his mind fills with sinful thoughts of you. He places his tools on the ground before taking a hold of your waist, dirty fingerprints immediately soaking into the fabric of your dress. He uses his hands to carefully guide you over him, stopping once you’re situated directly above his crotch.
“Try again,” he instructs, forcing himself to think about anything other than the newfound pressure you’re applying to him. You reposition the wire with your right hand, your left hand resting on Jake’s chest for support. Once the wire is in place, he scoots forward, his hips bucking up again as he does it. The rough material of his jeans rubs against your clothed pussy, causing you to squirm from above him. You’re forced to bite back a whine, realizing that this was not the time nor the place to be getting all riled up.
Jake is extremely concentrated, choosing to ignore the growing erection in his pants. “Hand me the pliers,” he says, but it comes out more like a command. His toolbox sits next to you, the short distance being close enough for you rummage through it quickly. You subconsciously grind down on his crotch, surprised to feel the outline of his dick through the thick material of his jeans.
His hands instinctively travel to your hips again, a firm grip willing you to stop your movements. “Sorry,” you murmur, becoming drunk on the idea of Jake fucking you long and hard on the kitchen floor.
Jake lets out a small groan, the innocence in your voice seducing him even further. “Here,” you whisper, eyes locking with his for a second through your long, thick eyelashes. He takes the pliers from you, forcing himself to return to the task at hand.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
You squirm from above him, wiggling so you can feel him again. Usually you wouldn’t be this bold, but your pussy is hungry and your mind is drunk. Jake chases the feeling too, wishing there was nothing to restrict him from feeling you entirely.
“Don’t look at you like what?”
“Like you want to fuck me,” he replies sternly, the heels of his boots digging into the floor as he drags himself out from under the fryer. The cardboard makes it easier for him to slide out and he’s strong enough to bring you with him, eliciting a gasp from you as you place your hands on his chest to anchor yourself.
He sits up, his left arm immediately wrapping around your waist in the process. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess,” he smirks, pushing you down onto his crotch.
Your hands gingerly rest on his shoulders as you look at him through hooded eyes, were you really going to do this? The sexual tension is blinding you, causing you to make yet another bold remark.
“What if I do want to fuck you?”
“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t complain when it gets messy,” he replies coyly, pulling you further into him. Jake’s plump lips latch onto yours, metal lip rings digging into your face. The pain only eggs you on, your hands traveling up his neck and tangling into his hair.
“So eager,” he murmurs into the kiss, scrunching your dress up around your abdomen. His hands find your ass, slapping and kneading the skin in his firm grip. Moans are slipping from you, all of them being swallowed by Jake as he hungrily kisses you back. Your hips grind onto him again, desperate for release.
You’re whimpering, trying to feel as much of him as possible through the multiple layers of fabric that separate you. “Patience, baby,” he moans, but even he’s becoming impatient.
It comes to no surprise when you scoot back onto his thigh and feverishly unzip his pants, he doesn’t protest either, instead he watches eagerly. You make swift work of his pants, Jake lifts his hips to help you tug them off. “I want you to make a mess on my face,” you whisper, hopping off of Jake’s lap so you can wiggle further down.
The suggestion makes Jake’s dick twitch, precum spilling out from the tip and soaking into his boxers. You pull his boxers down and they pool around his ankles alongside his pants. His dick stands up straight, and it’s so big you begin to wonder if this was a good idea. How was that supposed to fit inside of you?
Jake knows exactly what you’re thinking, smirking at the sight of you gawking over the size of his cock. You’re brave though, so you crawl closer to him and slowly begin pumping his shaft. His head is immediately thrown back in pleasure, your touch alone almost being enough for him to spill his seed onto your hand.
You wrap your lips around the tip, your head inching down to the base slowly. If you go any faster, you’ll surely gag around his cock and start crying. “Just like that,” he groans, swooping some of your hair out of your face with one hand as the other holds his dick in place for you. Your lips kiss his hand as you take as much of his as possible, your throat struggling to keep up with the sheer size of him.
His hips thrust into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you that flips a switch in Jake. He wants to hear that sound again and again, so he holds your head firmly and guides it up and down his cock repeatedly. Each time you reach the tip, you gasp for air before he’s pushing you back down again. Saliva is dripping down your chin and bubbling at the corners of your mouth, tricking far enough to coat Jake’s penis entirely.
“Making such a big mess, beautiful,” he grunts, pulling you away from him to get a better look at your face. Streaks of mascara run down your face, your hair is all over the place, and saliva is actively dribbling down your chin. “Come here, let me ruin you,” he instructs, pulling you back down so he can coat your face and uniform in his cum.
He pumps his cock aggressively over your face, watching with a slack jaw as you close your eyes and allow his cum to paint your face. You’re glazed in the liquid, squealing slightly at the new sensation. “Yummy,” you giggle, licking your lips to gather as much of it on your tongue as possible.
Jake isn’t done though, he’s fully prepared to go another round with you, but this time with his dick balls deep in you. Right as you’re about to continue, you hear the front doorbell ring.
“Hello?” a customer asks, peering over the counter in search of an employee. Luckily, because you’re on the floor, you’re perfectly out of view. Jake gets an idea, immediately pulling you onto his lap and pushing your panties to the side so aggressively they rip.
“Sit,” he commands, aligning his cock with your entrance. You look at him in shock and whisper shout, “there’s a customer!” He’s unrelenting, dragging the tip of his cock up your folds as a response. You bite your lip, accepting the challenge as you sit on his thick dick.
A small gasp escapes your mouth once you bottom out, the girth of his cock stretching your walls.
“Hello? Anybody there?!” The customer shouts, tiptoeing to see behind the order window and into the kitchen. They’re becoming more and more impatient by the second.
You begin bouncing on Jake’s dick, his hands leaving prints all over your dress. You’re a whimpering mess, the stretch being both pleasureful and painful.
“C’mon, princess, is anybody there?” he taunts, sucking on the skin of your neck. You pull him in closer by his neck, moaning into his ear as quietly as possible.
“I just want a coffee!” the customer pleads, still trying to find at least one employee. Jake slaps your ass, silently instructing you to respond.
“Take a seat! I’ll be right with you,” you squeak out, trying not to sound like you’re getting your brains fucked out. Jake is satisfied with your response, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you down harder on him.
“You’re making me wait for a coffee?!”
Jake’s angles you forward so he can fuck you harder, his head resting on your chest. “I’m fixing the- fuck,” you begin, but Jake hits a spot inside of you that has you clenching around him. “What are you fixing?” Jake questions, loving how flustered you are.
“I’m fixing the fryer,” you spew out, the lame excuse annoying the customer further. The euphoric feeling in your pussy is enough to wash away any anxiety you feel, your walls clenching around Jake with each thrust.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, his orgasm from earlier catching up to him. “Cum in me,” you demand, so drunk off his dick that you don’t realize what you said. The idea is enticing, so enticing that Jake doesn’t second guess it either.
One last thrust has him spilling his hot seed inside of you, the warm feeling sending you over the edge shortly after.
“Just a coffee! UNBELIEVABLE.”
“I’m coming,” you yelp, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re whimpering, moaning, and panting as you convulse around Jake’s cock. The statement puts a smirk on his face, you were definitely coming.
Once you come down from your orgasm, Jake is pulling you off of him slowly. You look like a beautiful mess. White liquid drips from your hole down your thighs, your underwear is ripped, your dress is stained from Jake’s oily hands, streaks of mascara run down your cheeks, your face is coated in cum, and your hair is tangled.
“Go get him his coffee,” Jake teases, watching as you slowly realize how crazy you look right now. He slaps your ass one last time before you’re hopping off of him, adjusting your dress and smoothing your hair down haphazardly.
You grab a napkin, running it across your face as you try and clean yourself up as best as possible. It’s no use, you look a mess. Without another word, you’re stumbling out into the lobby.
coukd you please write about jake with a corruption kink? I just can't stop thinking about it
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, corruption of reader, mentions of CHEATING, dealer!Jake, virgin!reader, reader is a goody two shoes, mentions of weed and other drugs, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, rough actions, praise and degradation, hair pulling, use of restraints, choking, biting, scratching, filth - please read with care my lovelies 🖤
This one shot will contain reader cheating with Jake - I do NOT condone cheating in anyway shape or form. this is strictly for the thrill of fanfiction.
Word Count: 4.2k | unedited
You‘re a good girl.
Always staying to yourself and doing the right thing. Getting up early for work everyday, and never calling off. Smiling at strangers and always stopping to smell the roses.
You weren’t compulsive in anyway, you carefully thought over every single decision you have ever needed to make.
You’ve never been drunk, or high, or even stayed around long enough to smell the second hand smoke from a cigarette.
You’re an angel, a rare commodity to most.
You were a good girl.
That was until he requested your presence.
——
You could feel the vibration of the loud music in your chest, it was enough to almost send you into a panic, but you reminded yourself that you needed to make sure Sidney was going to make it home okay.
“Come on!” She yells, clearly drunk, as she stumbles up to you, “Dance with me, please!”
She interlocks her arm with yours, pulling you towards the dance floor. You scoff as your untouched drink spills, coating your hand, “Sid. C’mon, I-“
“You girls looking to have a good time after this?”
You look up at the man behind you and shake your head, “No, thank you.” You look back at Sid who is having the time of her life just jumping up and down, swaying to the music.
“Come on, pretty girl. You look like you haven’t even touched your drink. Do you need a new one?”
“I said no. Please, leave us alone.” You shake your head, pulling Sidney through the crowd, “You’re too drunk, Sid. I think we need to go home.”
“You’re not drunk enough.” She argues and you nod, “I’m even drunk a little bit.”
“Did you even drink?”
“No. Because one of us needs to have a clear mind.” You look around, “This place is getting pretty full. We should get out of here before the cops get called.”
“Fuck the cops. Do you know whose party we’re at?” She laughs, “Jake. Fucking. Webber’s party, y/n.” She slurs, “Do you know how rare it is to get invited to one of these?”
She knocks back the rest of her drink and pouts, “I need more.”
“No.” You go to grab her cup but she steps back, bumping into someone standing behind her. You were too focused on getting you and her out of there, you didn’t notice someone standing behind her, “Whoa, you alright there, sweetheart?”
You look up at the dark haired man and Sidney giggles, “Hi Johnnie.”
He raises his brows, smirking as he chuckles, “Hello.” He flicks his hair out of his eyes and looks at you, “I need you to come with me.”
You look around before pointing to yourself as you look back up at Johnnie, “Me?”
“I’m looking at you, aren’t I?”
You’re taken aback by his attitude, “Um. Where?”
“Upstairs.”
You shake your head, “There’s no way I’m going upstairs with you.”
“It’s not for me, Jake wants to talk to you.”
Sidney’s eyes grow wide and her mouth drops as she looks at you, “Y/n. Go.”
“No. I don’t know him, I don’t know what he’s capable of.” You cross your arms, “No thank you.”
Sidney looks to Johnnie, giving him a smile, “I’ll be right back.” She steps over to you, pushing you back, “Jake wants to talk to you.”
“I don’t even know who Jake is.” You fight, “From what I’m seeing, he isn’t a good person.” Sidney rolls her eyes, “If Jake wants to see you, it’s nothing bad, y/n.”
“You’re drunk. You don’t even know what you’re saying, and I’m leaving, so are you coming with me?”
She shakes her head, acting almost toddlerish as she crosses her arms, “Not until you talk to Jake.”
“If I talk to Jake, see what he wants, we can go home?” You raise your brows and she nods once, “I promise.”
You look from her to Johnnie, staring at him for a few seconds before you sigh, looking back to your friend, “Fine. But if anything happens, I’m going to the police.”
“No need for that shit, okay?” Johnnie cuts in, “I’ll make sure Sidney here, is taken care of.”
You squint, “If you touch her in any way, I’ll be sure to come after you next.”
He raises his hands and Sidney rolls her eyes, “You’re literally no fun, why did you even come?” You shrug, “I thought it was to make sure you were okay, but I’m starting to think that neither one of us should be here.”
“Don’t you have someone to go see?” She looks at you and you roll your eyes as you look away, “Yeah, if it’ll get us out of here faster, I guess I do.”
——
You come to a stop as you climb the last stair.
Your heart was racing, you didn’t want to be here. This was far from what you told Wyatt it was going to be, you felt like such a liar.
The longer you stayed the more you felt guilty and started hating yourself.
You didn’t belong here.
Your mind was racing as you walked up to the door that Johnnie told you to go to. You reached out, a shakey hand knocking on the solid wood.
“Come in.”
You took a deep breath before pushing the handle down and pushing it open, “Um, h-hi.” You step through the doorway, “Johnnie sent me up. I’m y/n.”
“Close the door.” Jake says as he sits up. You comply, scared of what the consequences would be for not listening to him.
“Turn around, I want to look at you.”
Your legs were shaking where you stood, slowly turning around so Jake can do what he said. You watch as his eyes rake up and down your body.
“You really are as innocent as they say you are.” He stands up, walking over to stop inches away from you, “What is someone like you.. doing at a place like this?”
“M-my friend..” you clear your throat, “um. My friend got invited and I was her.. plus one.”
The feeling of his eyes burning holds through your body is enough to make you squirm.
“Relax, okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He chuckles, reaching out to drag his knuckles down your bare arm, “Not unless you wanted me to.”
You freeze at his words, as you were unsure of what he actually meant.
“Tell me about yourself, y/n. You can sit if that will make you more comfortable.” He motions to the chair and then his bed, “Wherever you’d like, darling.”
“I’m just.. looking to get back to my friend so we can leave.” You point to the door with your thumb and Jake laughs, “Johnnie’s got her. Shes in good hands. I wouldn’t allow that if I didn’t trust him.”
You chew on your cheek, staring at the ground.
“Y/n.” Jake says quietly, “Have you ever smoked weed?”
You shake your head, “Never had any reason to.”
“Never had any reason to.” He repeats, “Well, y/n. What if I told you..” he walks over, grabbing a joint from the tray on the right side of his bed, “That you never really need a reason to do, anything?”
You laugh, “I mean, if that’s what you want to do. I’m just trying to figure out wh-“
“Come here.”
You shake your head slightly, “No.”
“As I said before, darling. I’m not going to hurt you, unless you want me to.” Jake stares at you, and his stare, along with his voice, how he looks, it’s giving you a feeling that you never had before.
You were sure if you liked it.
You felt wrong for being alone in a room with this man, someone who is totally opposite of Wyatt.
“I have a boyfriend.” You sigh, “Who won’t be happy that I’m alone in a room with you.”
“We’re not doing anything wrong.” Jake chuckles as he lights the joint, “I just needed to see this once in a lifetime sight for myself.”
You raise your brows as you ignore his words, pointing to the smoking object in his hand, “Um, that’s not really ethical.”
“Not really ethical.” Jake rolls his eyes, “You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about.” He walks over, reaching down to take your hand into his and you rip your hand away, “I can walk myself.”
“Whoa-ho-ho. Did I strike a nerve on little miss perfect?”
“You know nothing about me.” You sit down on the bed, looking up at Jake and he shrugs, “I know enough, y/n.”
You tilt your head, standing up, “Can I go now?”
“Gotta make a call to your perfect little boyfriend? Tell him that I tried pressuring you into smoking a joint with me?” He walks past you and you turn your body, “Excuse me?”
“Wyatt, right? You guys have been together since.. what? Two years after you graduated?”
“So?” You shrug, “what’s that have to do with anything?”
“Has he hit yet?” Jake sits on the bed, his back against the headboard as his legs extend down, “Word on the street is you’re a virgin. That’s what makes you so rare.”
You scoff, “Is that why I’m here? Because you want my virginity?”
Jake leans forward, blowing out the smoke, “Oh no, baby. I want a lot more than that.”
“I’m leaving.” You turn and right as you open the door, Jake reaches up from behind you and pushes it closed.
Your breathing grows more rapid the harder his chest presses against your back. His hand reminds on the door, his arm by your head as he whispers, “You’re beautiful, and so.. pure.”
You swallow, eyes closing as his forehead lays on the back of your head, “You’re the literal definition of an angel, baby. I just..” He pushes his hips forward and you gasp as you feel his cock grow harder against your ass.
“You’re a fantasy that only someone like me could dream of having as a reality.”
You wanted to leave. You wanted to get out. You knew you shouldn’t stay, but a part of you really didn’t want to go.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Jake’s question causes you to straight up and you shake your head, giving him a very low, almost inaudible, “No.”
“You’ve never once thought about what it was like to be touched there? Even just with your own hand..” Jake’s hand slides down your side and over your hip, “Or even someone else’s hand?”
You hold your breath as you feel your dress drag up your thighs.
“Have you ever thought about what it would feel like?” Jake moves his arm from the door and brings his hand back to move your hair from your neck, “Has Wyatt tried to touch you?” He chuckles, “Probably doesn’t know what to do with a girl like you.”
“A girl like me?” You turn your head and Jake leans forward so he can look at your face, “Oh yeah, baby. He probably doesn’t know that you have deep, dark fantasies entrapped inside of you.”
“I don’t.” You shake your head and Jake’s hand moves down your pelvis a bit more, “That’s because you need someone like me to help you bring them out.”
“There’s a first time for everything, darling.” He leans in, pressing gentle kisses up your neck before he takes a deep inhale, “You smell so good, baby.” He groans as he grinds his hips into your ass, “Fuck, I need you.”
You’ve never been needed before, so the thought enticed you, but it also made you feel sick to your stomach, “Jake. I need to go.”
“Just kiss me.”
“W-what?” You let out a shakey breath, “I ca- I can’t do that.”
“Why?” He whispers lowly, “No one is here to rat you out. According to Johnnie, your little friend isn’t going to remember where you went for a while.”
“Wyatt is probably calling me. Wondering where I’m at.” You swallow, “I can’t be here.”
“Wyatt this, Wyatt that. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who won’t even touch you?”
“It’s not like that at all.” You argue and he steps back, pulling you with him, “Just smoke one joint with me, darling. I want you to feel what you’re missing out on.”
“And then I can go?” You turn to look at him and he shrugs, “I’ll leave that up to you.”
He walks over, sitting down on the bed to light up another, “C’mere.” He takes a drag, holding the smoke in as he turns to you, “Over here.” He motions to the spot right next to him on the bed and you sigh before crawling over.
He extends his arm around you bringing the joint to your lips, “Just wrap your lips around it and inhale.”
You do as he says, closing your eyes and bringing your hand up to lay on his when you feel the burn in your throat.
He takes his hand away, watching you as you try not to cough, “It’s okay if you cough. That happens.” He brushes hair from your face and grabs the joint to bring to his lips.
You tilt your head back, coughing loudly. You bring a hand to your chest, taking in as deep of a breath as you can before coughing some more.
You open your eyes, vision blurry from the tears they formed and you feel like you’re spinning, “J-Jake..” you look over at him and he brings the joint to your lips again, “One more.”
You shake your head, trying to fight it but you quickly give in, leaning forward to take another hit.
“Hold it.” Jake says lowly, “Doing so good.”
The praise surprisingly thrills you, so you exhale and stop him from pulling the joint away so you can take another hit.
Jake watches you in awe, his ego skyrocketing as he watches your good girl imagine start to crumble before him.
“That’s it. How do you feel?” Jake whispers, his hand brushing over your hair.
“I really hate to admit it, but this..” you look over at Jake, “This is really nice.” You lick your lips, “Now can I go?”
He chuckles, taking a drag. You go to move away from him, but he grabs your arm, “Mm.” He leans in after putting the joint out, “inhale.”
His lips brush yours as he blows the smoke out into your mouth. You inhale, closing your eyes before you close the space, connecting your lips with his fully and he instantly moves to put his body over yours.
He kisses down your neck as you exhale, gasping out as he grinds his cock into your thinly closed pussy.
“Beg for me.” Jake whispers as he kisses back up your neck, “Beg me to touch you.”
You’ve fallen into his trap, only leaving you to wonder later how it is you got here.
“T-touch me.” You gulp, “P-please.”
He chuckles at your nervousness, “Just relax baby.” His hands slide down your body as he sits up. His hands push your dress up your thighs, “A little loss of innocence isn’t a bad thing.”
He leans down, kissing up your thigh from your knee, “Do you know anything about sex?”
“I know enough, also that I can get pregnant by it.”
He laughs at your response, “Are you on birth control?”
You shake your head and he sighs, “That’s right, I assume you were waiting until marriage.” He scoffs, “But there’s no fun in that, right?”
You stay silent, your heart racing faster the closer he gets to your undefiled center, “Jake.”
“Shh, baby. Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you.” He leans down as he slides his hand up to hook his fingers in the band of your panties, “All you gotta do is say no and I’ll stop.”
You remain silent yet still, giving him all the answer he needed.
He leans back, pulling your panties with him. He drags them down your legs and you immediately squeeze your thighs together.
“Don’t.” Jake lays his hands on your knees, prying your legs open, “You’re beautiful, okay?” He leans down, pecking each knee before he pushes them open fully.
“Perfect little pussy.” He mumbles to himself as he slides down onto his stomach. His hands slide under your thighs, hooking his arms over them to spread open your folds, “Fuckin’ Christ.”
Your head falls back and you gasp out as you feel his tongue drag up and down your slit. He groans out against you, earning another gasp from you as pleasure radiates from where his tongue meets your pussy.
Jake lifts his head, “You can touch me, too.”
“We shouldn’t be do-“ you gasp, moaning out at the pleasure returning as his lips wrap around your clit. Your hand slowly moves up and slides down to his hair.
He groans lowly as you pull, arching your back in response to the sensation, “J-Jake. I-“
His tongue slips into you and his grip tightens on your hips. Between being high and your brain growing fuzzy from Jake’s added touch, you felt like you were spiraling.
You’ve never had an orgasm before, you didn’t know what to expect, but once that first one rolls through and has you moaning out and practically begging for more, you belonged to Jake now.
He kisses up your body, pushing up your dress as he makes his way to your lips. You furrow your brows and turn your head but Jake pushes your head back over by your jaw, “You taste amazing, darling. You’ll get use to it. Was that your first orgasm?”
You nod, and he smirks, “Hmm.” He stands up and you sit up, “Are we done?” He leans back down, bringing his hand up to pull your lower lip with his thumb, “Far from it.”
He turns, walking over to sit down in the chair. He lifts his hand, bending his fingers towards himself, “Crawl to me.”
You stare at him, “What?”
“You heard me.” He adjusts his seating position, “I want to see what that pretty little mouth is all about.”
You have never felt hate towards anyone, even yourself.
Until now.
You knew it was wrong, yet you found yourself on the floor, crawling over to him just like he had requested.
He was corrupting you, and you were letting him.
“Undo my belt and stuff for me.” He watches as you rise to your knees, your shaky hands moving up to pull the studded red leather through the black loop, “I’m aching to be inside of you.”
You let out a shaky breath as your hand brushes against his restrained cock while unzipping his jeans. He smirks and reaches out to brush your cheek, “Go ahead, darling.”
You swallow, leaning in to pull his boxers away from his waist and a chill runs down your spine when you see just how big he is.
Jake shrugs his pants and boxers down his thighs and he motions, “Use your mouth.”
“H-how?” You clear your throat, an embarrassed tint settling on your cheeks, “Suck, just don’t use teeth.”
As you’re contemplating on just how to do this, Jake reaches up and pull you in. His fingers tangling tight in your hair which earns a whimper from your lips. He pulls you in, “Open.”
You part your lips, opening your mouth wider the closer you get. You feel his cock hit the back of your throat, earning a gag. Then another one as his hips buck, “Fuck, baby. Doing so fucking good.”
Jake groans out as he lifts your head and your tongue swirls around the tip, “There you go. Just like that.” He lets go of your hair, watching as you slowly bob your head, “Well make you a little slut in no time, won’t we?”
You put no fight, you just figured the faster you get done with this, the faster you can get home and never have to see this asshole again.
Jake bucks his hips, moaning out as you gag once again, “M’gonna fuck your mouth.” He grabs your face, holding it still as he bucks his hips up and down, moaning out as your eyes fill with tears.
You try to focus on your breathing, but you can’t seem to get it under control so you claw at his thigh, trying to push back, and Jake stops, “Ya okay?”
You nod, breathing heavy as you wipe the tears and spit from your face, “Mhm.”
He stands up, kicking off his pants and boxers before lifting you to your feet. He walks you over to the bed, “Lift your dress and bend over.”
You bunch your dress up around your waist and bend over. Jake groans as how submissive you’ve become to him, cocking his head as he takes in your bare ass in the air for him.
He raises his hand, letting it fall down to leave a welted red handprint on your skin, “Your ass if perfect.” He grips your hips and slides his hands over your cheeks as he leans down to whisper, “I want to take everything you have to offer. Not today, but you’ll be back so I can.”
You swallow at his words, laying still as you’re unsure of what to say. So, you just wait for Jake to come back to you.
“Hands.” He says as he taps your shoulder. You go to sit up but he stops you, “Just out them behind your back, baby.”
You lift your arms, resting your hands on your lower back and you snap your head, trying to see what he’s putting around your wrists, but you can’t.
You whimper as his hand slides away from yours to pump his cock a few times, “You’re gonna be so tight. Fuck, I want to cum just thinking about it.”
He stands up, biting down on his lip as he drags the head of his cock along your folds to collect some of your arousal, “You’re so wet for me.”
You whimper at the feeling, and it wasn’t until his cock starts to actually push into you, splitting you with both pain and pleasure that you realized something.
Jake was actually really hot and he was the person your parents would absolutely hate if you brought home.
Jake Webber was your fantasy.
“J-Ja-“ you gasp, whimpering and wincing as he inches in a little more.
“I know, darling. Just a little bit more.” He groans, “Doing so good.”
You clench around him and he moans, “Fuck, baby. Almost there. Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.” His hands squeeze your hips as your fingers draw fast circles, “So fucking well, darling. Fuck.”
You were scared to move, scared of it hurting more, “I-I, it hurts.”
“I know baby, it will for a little bit. I need to move. Just-“ he pulls out, your whimpers and his groans mixing together.
He pulls your hips back to him and you clench your fists, loud moans replace the pain-filled whimpers and you feel that same feeling as before start to roll in, “I- I’m close.. again.” You moan out, “I-I think..”
“Just let it happen, darling. I love it when you do that.” He slides his hand up your back between your arms, tangling your hair around his hand.
He yanks your head back, “C’mon baby, I wanna hear all you got.”
You moan in response, your wrists pulling against the leather restraints, “Fuck. Fuckfuck.”
“There we go.” Jake groans out, thrusting harder into you, “Feel good, baby?”
“So good, so fucking good.” You cry out, your walls clenching around his cock as you cum. His name leaves your lips in a constant string, urging his orgasm to follow through a lot quicker than he had planned.
He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your lower back, ass, and hands.
You close your eyes, panting as he lets you lay there while he goes and grabs a towel. You open them as you feel the towel drag across your skin to collect his mess and soon after your hands are freed and they drop to the bed.
“Just so you know, I’m keeping your panties.”
“I’m sure you do that with all the girls.” You sit up, pulling down your dress and he shakes his head, “Not really.” He motions, “You can snoop if you want.”
He chuckles and you shake your head, sitting back down on the bed. Jake walks over and sits next to you, “Want to smoke some more?”
You really wanted to say no, you tried telling yourself you needed to stand up and leave, but all you do is sigh, “Sure.”
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I’ve never written a corruption kink fic before so I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected. Still let me know how I did! Love hearing the feedback! I love you so much, thank you all for reading! See you in the next one! 🖤
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Summary: “Frontman Vic Fuentes explained the song's meaning. “It's a love song to my girl about ignoring all the internet hate we got when we first started dating and focusing on each other instead."”
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, referring to hate/hate comments etc, breakup up (kinda), cigarettes, kinda sad at first ngl but I’ll make it up to you, kissing, hair pulling, cute and sensual unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy filth
Word Count: little over 2k | unedited
I know this fic in particular is fiction, but in reality, there’s absolutely no need for hate towards anyone’s significant other.
You pulled your hand away from the door handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You were shaking, you couldn’t help that no matter how hard you tried.
As you go to finally open the door, Johnnie pulls it open, “Hey, baby.” He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight as you break down.
The hate you’ve been receiving lately has been really getting to you.
You didn’t understand. Everyone loved you before anything was even confirmed, you didn’t know where you went wrong.
“I-I..” you gasp out, and Johnnie shakes his head, “Don’t. Don’t do that.” He closes the door and leans back, “Don’t apologize to me for how you feel.”
He brushes hair from your face and as soon as you look up at him, his face falls and you close your eyes, hanging your head.
“No, y/n. We don’t have to do this.” Johnnie goes to cup your cheeks but you push his hands away, “You’re not going to grow if they hate me.”
“So fucking what.” Johnnie scoffs, “You do understand that I care more about you than that channel right?”
You stay silent, set on your decision.
“Y/n.” Johnnie steps clsoeer, “Please, don’t-“ he takes a ragged breath, “Please. Don’t do this. Don’t say what I know you’re about to say.”
“If you know the. I don’t need to say anything else.” You sniffle, shaking your head, “I-I’m sorry.. I just can’t let myself get in between you and your, literal job, Johnnie.”
You step back, reaching for the handle, “I’m sorry. I need..” you try not to cry, “Just give me a few days.”
And with that, you left. Tears stream down your face as Johnnie stands there, watching you walk out of his life.
Or so you thought.
Johnnie wasn’t giving up that easily.
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You left Johnnie’s around eleven this morning.
It’s now eight at night. The sun has set, leaving you along in the darkness of your fire escape as you sit and smoke the last cigarette you have.
You felt like you gave up too soon, gave up on Johnnie too soon, and that’s what wrecked you the most. Of course, it didn’t hit you until you got home and sat in silence.
You look up at the sky, eyes moving between each star.
“Hey.”
You jump, whipping your head over to see Johnnie standing at your bedroom window, “What are you doing here?” You look away from him, “I told you to give me a few days.”
“I gave you time.” He climbs through the window, moving to sit next to you, “You knew I wouldn’t wait a few days.”
You laugh slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you ash the last of your cigarette before tossing it over the side of the railing, “I just-“
“Don’t. It’s my turn to say something.” Johnnie cuts you off and you nod, motioning out in front of you, “Floors yours.”
“There’s rage is us.” Johnnie starts out, “You can’t pull the plug on us because I’ll keep on shaking and waiting for you.”
“Shaking?” You laugh slightly, “I’m not some drug, Johnnie.”
“But you are, y/n. You literally..” he takes a deep breath, “You’re the epitome of happiness for me, y/n. Without you, I feel like I was hooked on some sort of mind altering drug and I can’t function without you.”
You look down and Johnnie turns towards you, “There’s too much to lose here, y/n. We’ve known each other for so long and we’ve grown into-“
“Painful lust that makes my stomach hurt?”
“What do you mean?” Johnnie shakes his head slightly, “You’re more-“
“I meant like..” you sigh, “We started hooking up, and obviously it grew into more and maybe we should have just kept it at that. No feelings. No one being pissed off that you’re dating me?” You scoff, voice breaking, “I ju-“
“You knew our relationship wasn’t going to be just a happy vacation, y/n. You told me that, do you remember? You told me that-“
“I’ll stick with you through everything.” You look over at him and he shrugs, “So what? There’s no motivation to stay in this together? To hold me up when I need you? Or me to hold you up? You know I’d do anything for you, y/n.”
You grab your cigarette pack, letting out a groan when you remember it’s empty. Johnnie reaches into his pocket and hands you his, “Here.”
You take it, pulling one out and lighting it, “Thanks.”
He shakes his head when you go to give the pack back, “Keep it.”
“Should probably quit.” You mumble as you bring it to your lips. Johnnie chuckles, reaching over to take one out and you hand him your lighter.
“We could fake our own deaths.”
You look over at Johnnie, “We can what?”
“Think about it y/n. You said you wanna chase the moon like fire. So we can fake our own deaths and just go live in the woods or something.”
You laugh slightly, “You’re insane, Johnnie, we can just-“
“Do you remember when you got kicked out of your one apartment? Had to sleep in your car?”
You roll your eyes, “I don’t need to be reminded of that.”
“No listen. You didn’t want to just move in with me, so we’d just hang out together. You’d roll the windows down, and we’d pretend we were sitting at the beach. It was enough to believe that your life didn’t get turned upside down.” Johnnie slides his hand over to your free hand as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
“What are you trying to say?” You look over at his hand on yours and up to his face. He blows out the smoke, “I’m saying that we can make the best out of any situation.”
“I don’t know how we can make the best out of your channel going to hell because of me.” You pull your hand away, flicking your cigarette before you climb back into your bedroom.
Johnnie is quick to follow your actions, grabbing your arms and spinning you around, “listen, I’m just a stupid motherfucker and I wish I could figure out how to get everyone to understand that I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
He reaches up to gently brush his thumb over your cheek, “I want to breathe in your rush. Y/n, I want to leap when you tell me to fly.”
You lay your hand on his cheek, “Johnnie.”,
“Darling I-“ Johnnie sighs, “I don’t mean to beg it’s just that the thorns on the stem of you potentially leaving me..” he shakes his head, “It feels like it’s tearing up my skin.”
You blink, tears fall and Johnnie’s follow, “Please.” He whispers, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “I just want to be alone and watch as they all just disappear.”
You lay your hands on his neck, sniffling as you tilt your head up to press your lips into his. His grip tightens on your face as he pulls you in closer.
He backs you up to your bed, watching as you sit down and lift your shirt up over your head, “I want you in every way possible, Johnnie.”
He nods, moving to push you back gently as his lips find yours.
“Just close your eyes.” He kisses down your neck, “Just picture you and I.” He kisses back up, “Well sell daylight for gasoline.”
He leans his head back, “Just you and me. We can go wherever you want.”
You reach up, running your hand through his hair, “You mean that?”
He nods.
“Prove it.”
Johnnie sits up, taking off his jacket and shirt before leaning down to kiss you. Everything is slow, but so full of passion. He reaches down, pushing down your sweats and you kick them off.
He stands up, taking off the rest of his cltohes before his body is against yours under the blankets. His hand travels up and down your side, landing on your cheek as your hand slides down his chest.
He rolls over, the tip of his cock brushes against where you need him most.
You slide your hands up his arms, hooking one around his neck as he leans down and slides into you.
You moan loudly, eyes closing tight, “Fuck.”
Johnnie groans, “You feel so good, baby.” He kisses your shoulder and up your neck to your lips. He groans lowly as you gasp, moaning out as he starts to slowly thrust.
You tighten your legs around his waist, “I love you. I’m so-sorry.” Your voice breaks and Johnnie shakes his head, pecking your lips, “Don’t. Just don’t think about that.”
“Think about us. Just us. No one matters but you and me.”
“I only want you.”
“You’re all that matters to me.”
“Fuck, y/n. I love you.”
You squeeze his cock, moaning out as your back arches off the bed. Johnnie guides you through your high, moaning lowly in your ear, “I want you for the rest of my life.”
“Johnnie.” You whimper out, “I love you.” You kiss his lips, moaning into his mouth, “I love you.”
He brushes hair from your face, propping himself up on his elbow, “You’re so beautiful.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you. So much, you don’t even know.”
You pull him in for a kiss, sitting up and laying a hand on his chest. He rolls over and you follow, straddling him and allowing his cock to slip back into you.
You slowly make out as you roll your hips. His hands slide down to grip your sides, “Doin’ so good.” He smiles up at you, watching your face twist with pleasure, “My fuckin’ girl.”
He pulls you down, lips attaching to yours, “where do you want me to-“
You push your hips down onto him, “I said I want all of you.”
He nods, “You sure?”
You nod, rolling off of him, “Yes.”
With that knowledge, Johnnie wasn’t lasting much longer, “Fuck, okay.” He groans as he slips himself back into you.
His lips find yours and your hands find his hair, tangling it around your fingers, “Don’t ever let me leave like that again.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Johnnie kisses down your neck as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Fuck.”
You gasp as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, moaning out at the thought of him filling you with everything he has, “Shit.” You pull him in, attacking his lips with yours until you feel him slip out.
He lays next to you, bringing the blanket up around you both, “I’m serious about it being just us. Maybe not the whole faking our death shit, but everything else.” He looks down at you, “I love you. If you want to go off the grid and scavenge the forests, I’ll be there.”
You laugh slightly, “I have always wanted to go to Rome. Paris. You know, all the pretty cities.”
He shrugs, “which pretty city would would want to go to first?”
You purse your lips, “Probably Rome.”
He smirks, “Rome it is.” He sits up and you follow, “Where are you going?”
He walks around to get his phone from his jeans pocket, “I’m going to Rome and if you want, you can come with.”
“Johnnie, you don’t h-“
“Just let it happen.” He bends down to kiss you, “But first.. I’m just going to..”
He sits down on the bed and you bite your lip as you watch him type out a tweet.
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