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warnings/tags: friends to lovers, inexplicable bad mood, SMUT! 18+, choking, hair pulling, cursing, finger sucking, kinda hate fucking but as friends, please lemme know if I missed any!
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You crossed your arms, a pout prevalent on your face as you listened to Josh drone on and on about something. You weren't really sure what, and in your current mood, you couldn't be bothered to care. You didn't know what was wrong with you, you'd already snapped at Sam, whose only response was a sarcastic click of his tongue and a shake of his head.
“Y/n, are you even listening to me?” You looked back up at Josh, who was watching you with an expectant look on his face.
“No,” you answered honestly, giving him an apologetic smile.
He raised an eyebrow, “What's the matter with you?”
You huffed a sigh, rolling your eyes, “I don't know, Josh,” you muttered, slumping into the armchair in his dressing room.
“You're in a bad mood,” he stated the obvious, earning a sarcastic snort from you, “When's the last time you got laid?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Just because I'm in a bad mood doesn't mean I need to get laid,” you snapped.
He hummed, giving you an annoying smile, “I'm sure you could ask Jake to help you out,” he said smugly, “He wouldn't mind.”
“Fuck you, Josh,” you gave him an affronted glare, though it wasn't a bad idea– No. Jake is your best friend, you cannot fuck your best friend.
“I'm flattered, but you've got the wrong twin,” he said, turning back to the mirror to check his appearance.
You glared at the back of his head, your palm itching to smack him. You stood up, making your way to the door, “I'm going for a walk.”
“Go find Jake,” he said, his hands tweaking with his hair.
“Go fuck yourself,” you retorted, earning a cheesy grin from him.
You flipped him your middle finger, to which he responded with the same gesture, before you shut the door behind you.
It was busy before the show, the stagehands and the road crew bustling around, some running, some yelling or talking into their walkie‐talkies. You made your way to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and glaring at your reflection.
I'm sure you could ask Jake to help you out. Go find Jake.
Oh, you wanted to. But that was a line you couldn't exactly cross with Jake. The two of you had been best friends for years, since you were children. You'd been there for each other through it all. And maybe you'd wished for more, yearned for most of your teenage and adult years, but it was Jake.
You couldn't and you knew better.
Fuck it. It wouldn't hurt to ask, it wouldn't make things weird, you two had crossed so many boundaries before… Though nothing quite like this. Asking wouldn't be a huge deal, all you had to do was sell it in the name of friendship. The worst he would do is say no and you would move on with your lives.
And with that, you set out to find Jake.
You found him talking to a few of the stagehands, laughing and joking as he usually was. The signature Kiszka grin on his face.
And you didn't have time to make pleasantries, though you knew you'd feel bad about it later as you interrupted with a, “Jake, I need to talk to you.”
He gave you a concerned frown, “You alright?” The people took that as their cue to leave, giving you pleasant smiles which you forced yourself to return.
“We're friends, and nothing is weird between us, right?”
“Yeah,” he sounded confused, his face matching his tone, “Of course, why?”
“And you love me, right?”
He nodded, his face dropping into one of trepidation, “Of course I do, y/n.”
“Okay good,” you nodded, taking a deep breath before you continued, “Because I need you to fuck me like you hate me.”
His eyes widened, his mouth falling open, “Y/n–”
“You can say no!” You interrupted, “I just figured it'd be better than finding some random stranger and going through all that.”
“We can't do that,” he said, looking around as if someone might overhear, though the area you were in was empty aside from the two of you, “That– Y/n…”
“It's fine,” you waved a hand, shaking your head, “I just asked because like– I figured you'd know what I wanted, but it's no big deal, Jake, I can find someone else.”
He stared at you for a moment, assessing you with a single look, “C'mon, we need to talk,” he grabbed you by your hand, leading you down the hall to his dressing room.
“Jake, really, it's fine,” you snapped, following him regardless.
He pulled you into the room, shutting and locking the door behind the two of you, “What's the matter with you?” He asked, his tone soft.
“Nothing,” you huffed, “I just thought I'd ask, it was just… I'm just stressed out! I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, I'm just in a bad mood, and–”
“Take a breath honey,” he interrupted, frowning when you took a quick inhale. “Deep breath,” he corrected you. You took a slower breath, “Hold it.” You glared at him, not without doing as he said, “Let it out.” You let it out in a deep sigh, rolling your eyes.
“I'm cured,” you said sarcastically. You knew it helped, but it frustrated you to no end that you couldn't just have this all fucked out of you.
He let out a laugh, “Shut up, y/n.”
“I'm fine, Jake,” you said, “I'm just in a funk right now, and I'm sorry, I just–”
“Need it fucked out of you?” He interrupted, his eyebrows raising.
You pursed your lips, “I'll find someone else. I just asked because we're friends and it wouldn't be weird.”
He hummed, studying you for a moment, “Or did you ask because you know I'd give you what you need?”
The sheer audacity.
You were speechless, your mouth falling slightly open, and you were sure your brain short circuited.
“I–”
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?” He asked, nodding his head toward his couch, “Get your ass over there.”
You only hesitated for a split second, your brain trying to process it, before you were all but running to the leather couch. You turned to ask him what to do, your eyes widening to find him directly behind you. His hands found your hips, pulling you closely to him, before he reached up, lightly grabbing your jaw, “I need you to tell me if it gets to be too much, alright?”
You nodded, your entire body thrumming with anticipation, “Okay,” you barely managed to squeak out the word before he was spinning you around and moving you toward the arm of the couch.
He slid his fingers under the hem of your dress, and you thanked your lucky stars you had decided on the dress for the night. Before you could process it, his palm was on your back, pushing you down until you were bent over the arm of the couch, the cool leather pressing against your face.
He flipped the skirt of your dress up in haste, your panties quickly being pulled off, before leaving a solid smack of his palm against your ass. You let out a quiet gasp, “Jake–”
“Shut up,” he murmured, his hand holding your dress bunched up at the small of your back.
You could hear him moving behind you, the unmistakable sound of his zipper opening behind you. You bit your lip, eager for what was next. You were wet enough that you didn't need any foreplay, and you shamefully knew Jake was aware of that fact.
He leaned over you, and you could feel his length pressing against you teasingly. He nipped at your earlobe before speaking, “You're gonna have to stay quiet, sweetheart,” he murmured, “Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, biting down on your knuckle when he pushed into you without any warning.
Oh.
“Fuck,” you huffed, your fingertips digging into the soft leather when he slowly pulled out, before pushing back in with force. You bit your knuckles, now understanding that this would be damn near impossible for you to stay quiet.
He set a steady pace, though his thrusts were pushing you forward, further into the cushion, and you probably would have been halfway up the couch if not for his tight grip on your hips.
He was big. You knew from years of being so close with him that he had quite the deal below the belt, but you had no idea just how much until he was stretching you open.
He left another solid smack on your ass, and you let a moan slip through, the sting of it sending your eyes rolling back. He let out a low hum, his hands tightening on your hips, and you knew you'd be bruised before the night was up. You weren't expecting it when he reached up, grabbing your hair and pulling you up against him. You grappled for something to hold onto, one hand landing on his hip, the other trying to dig into the leather your thighs were pressed against.
His mouth was by your ear, his breath warm as he tightened his grip in your hair. There would be no point in explaining it to anybody, you were sure to be an absolute wreck after this.
You flinched at the knock on his door, whining quietly into the leather at the crew member shouting the five minute call. Jake huffed a quiet laugh, ignoring the call completely as he fucked into you.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. You felt yourself squeeze around him, a weak whimper escaping your lips at the praise. “Is it too much?”
“Is this all you got?” You barely managed to say it, and you don't know why you did, but you wanted his absolute worst. You needed it.
He let out a low laugh, the sound threatening and exciting, as he reached around the front of you, grabbing your throat with a firm grip.
Oh fuck.
He began pounding into you harder, his grip tightening around your throat. You couldn't help but try to squirm away, his thrusts unforgiving, and you let out a noise between a moan and a cry when he grabbed you by your hips, pulling you back to him, “Where do you think you're going?” He asked, his arm wrapping around your chest and angling your upper half nearly suspended in the air. If he wasn't holding you, you would have collapsed as his other hand came around to your mouth with a quiet demand of, “Open.”
Your lips fell open easily, immediately wrapping around his fingers as he pushed them in. You hummed around the digits, lazily lolling your tongue as your eyes rolled shut.
He pulled you back up against him, and you could feel his smile against your temple, “Would your mouth treat my cock that nicely, baby?” You nodded without a second thought, silently mourning the fact you couldn't do it right now.
He let out a quiet growl, slipping his fingers from your mouth, and before you could whine about it, his fingers were working deftly at your aching clit.
“Fuck, Jake!” You exclaimed, your hand grabbing at his wrist. It was all too much in the best way, especially when his hand on your chest went back to your throat, his fingers tightening.
“C’mon baby, you asked for this,” he pressed his mouth to your ear, “You can fucking take it.”
You nodded weakly, your orgasm building stronger and stronger by the second. You knew it was coming soon, and you only hoped you could manage to get through it without everyone outside hearing.
You gasped at the second knock on the door, whispering his name at the one minute call. “Jake– You gotta go–”
“We're waiting on you, sugar,” he responded, his fingers impossibly speeding up.
“Oh God,” you whimpered, his words sending you over the edge.
You could feel yourself squeezing around him, his hand coming up from your throat and clamping down over your mouth as you let out moans and cries of his name. You could faintly hear him murmuring praises into your ear, though you couldn't process his words over the euphoric rush he had brought to you.
You grabbed at his hand, trying to pull it away from your overly sensitive clit. He huffed a breathy laugh, moving his hand to your hip, “I'm gonna– Where do you want it, honey?” He asked, his tone slightly urgent.
You shook your head, unable to respond, and quite frankly, you didn't care. He let out a quiet growl, slamming his hips into you only a few more times before he stilled, a loud curse leaving his lips. You impulsively tightened around him once more, and he responded with a soft hiss, his hands on you tightening as he rode out his own high.
The two of you didn't have time to talk about it right then, and you both knew it. Jake was already supposed to be onstage. He hurriedly helped clean you up, at the same time managing to get himself together. One look at yourself in the mirror and you knew there'd be no quick fix for you. Jake, however, looked stunning, his hair only slightly messy and a rosy glow to his cheeks.
He gave you a grin, leaning in and leaving a quick peck on your lips, “We’ll talk about this after the show.”
You nodded, huffing a laugh as he hurried to the door. You ran your fingers through your hair, wiping along your under eyes as you followed him out the door. You froze at the sight of Josh standing there, giving you an evil grin, “Feeling better, y/n?”
i want to FLUSTER that man. i want to make him BLUSH. i want to make him feel VULNERABLE AROUND ME. i want to make him WEAK IN THE KNEES. i want to kiss him
Don’t take things personally: We always assume that people want to hurt us, but it’s not. Most of the time they are projecting their thoughts onto you. It’s about them, not you. So don’t take things personally.
Not everyone has the same heart as you: Everyone grows up in a different culture, beliefs and circumstances. Unfortunately, some people are very miserable they don’t even believe in kindness anymore. So don’t assume they are the same as you.
Gain control of your emotions: We always think emotions have control over us, but it’s not. We can choose how to deal with our emotions the way we want. It’s all in our mindset. Gaining control over your emotions is the best thing you can do.
You will get misunderstood: Unfortunately, not everyone will understand how you think and feel, which means you will get misunderstood a lot by others. Be okay with being misunderstood, it’s not their job to understand you either.
Don’t let them harden you: One of the biggest mistakes you can do it protecting your heart by being ‘cold’ or ‘hard’, because you will attract the same kind of people. All you have to do is analyze the situation, think rationally and control your emotions when things get hard.
Do the inner work: Most of the times we listen more to others than ourselves, and we believe in others more than ourselves. Find ways to gain self-esteem and self-confidence, that’s how you will care less and be unbothered about others.
