Summary: While Jake is worn down and restless on tour, the rare night you finally connect on the phone leaves him so overwhelmed by your voice that his longing spills over.
Content Warnings: long distance (kind of), SMUT 18+ INCLUDING: male masturbation, auditory stimulus, phone sex, horny jake, sexual deprivation, cum.
You sank into bed, the light of your phone slicing through the dark. It was finally 9pm, the hour you and Jake had set for your call. Your heart leapt as the phone buzzed, his name glowing on the screen.
Two endless weeks had dragged on with hardly a word shared. Time zones, your grueling day job, his late night performances, and the punishing pace of his nonstop tour had kept you apart. Jake was beyond exhausted, the relentless schedule leaving him no time for himself, not even a fleeting moment to ease his sexual frustration, the pent up desire simmering beneath his weariness
You answered on the first ring, voice brimming with longing.
“Hey, baby, I missed you.”
Your words slipped out, and on the other end Jake felt them hit like a spark. He lay sprawled in his cramped tour bus bunk, the thin curtain shielding him from the hum of the road and the snores of his bandmates.
He was in nothing but a worn t-shirt and boxers, tangled under a thin blanket, his hair a mess from restless tossing. Your voice, that sweet, familiar cadence, shot straight to his core. He felt himself harden almost immediately, a flush of shame creeping up his neck. But despite the twinge of embarrassment, his hand wandered down to his waistband, fingers brushing the elastic.
He shifted, a low hum escaping his throat, trying to keep his cool.
“Hmm, missed you too, darling,” he murmured, voice husky, rough and frayed from fatigue and pent up energy.
You sank deeper into your pillows, clutching the phone tighter. “It’s been too long, Jake. I miss hearing from you.” Your words were soft, but there was a crack in them, an ache. You’d missed him so much it hurt— his laugh, his touch, the way he’d pull you close and hum a melody against your skin.
Jakes knuckles brushed the curve of his shaft and he exhaled sharply, the sound almost a groan. With a rush of realisation, he reprimanded himself silently, moving his hand away from his waistband and resting it on his thigh instead.
He cleared his throat, forcing a steadier tone. “I know sweetheart, I know. We’ll find a way to call more regularly, promise. So, what’ve you been up to this week? Tell me everything.”
You smiled at the question, even though he couldn’t see it, and launched into the details. “Just the usual chaos at work. Monday was a nightmare. My boss dumped this huge project on me last minute, and I spent the whole day buried in spreadsheets. But Tuesday was better; I met up with Sarah for coffee, and we talked about that new café downtown. She said the lattes are amazing so I’ll check it out with her next week and let you know how it is…” You let out a small huff of laughter as you continued talking, and the sound stuck vividly in Jake’s mind, conjuring the exact curve of your lips when you giggled like that.
Jake listened, his eyes closing as your voice washed over him, sobering and intoxicating all at once. He didn’t realize his hand had drifted until he felt his fingers slipping beneath his boxers again, lightly palming his hard on. The sound of your voice sent a jolt through him, making his breath hitch. He was too far gone to stop now, the pent-up frustration melting into a hazy need.
“…and then on Wednesday, I finally got around to reorganizing the closet. Found that old guitar pick of yours that you lost. It was lodged in the back corner in a crack in the wood— you know, the black one with the green markings? I sent you a picture when I found it— made me think of you all over again,” you continued, your voice softening with a sigh that felt like it brushed against his skin.
Made me think of you, seared into his mind, painting a crystal clear image of you holding that pick, your fingers tracing it the way you used to trace his jaw. His fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly to the rhythm of your voice, each syllable like a caress against his frayed nerves.
Two weeks of longing, of restless nights and stolen moments thinking of you, had left him raw, and now your voice was unraveling him completely.
You kept going, oblivious to the effect you were having. “Wednesday was kind of slow other than that. Left your pick on your nightstand for when you get home to me.”
Home to me, home to me, home to me. His fist picked up some speed, thumb gliding over the head of his cock.
“And Thursday, I tried cooking that pasta recipe you like, but I swear I messed up the sauce…” A soft chuckle escaped you, and Jake’s mind latched onto it, picturing the way your eyes crinkled at the corners, the way your laugh always felt like a secret shared just with him.
His strokes grew steadier, his breath shallow as he clung to every word, every small sound. The buildup inside him was intense, a slow burn that had been smoldering for weeks, now flaring hot and now so, so urgent. Your voice, soft, and laced with that intimate grace it always held was enough to push his imagination to the edge. He could see you so clearly, like the image had been burned into the back of his eyelids, straddling him, leaning down, your breath against his neck. His hand drove faster, though he kept it quiet, biting his lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.
You paused, the silence stretching. “Jake? You still there?”
He grunted, caught off guard, his hand freezing for a moment. “Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m here,” he managed, voice strained, thick with the effort of holding himself together. “Keep going. What about… fr–Friday?” The words stumbled out, his mind foggy with the sensation of his fist, pretending it was you instead, your warmth, your touch.
“Okay, baby,” you said with a giggle, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through him. He could picture you saying it, your lips parted just so, your voice dipping into that tender tone you used only for him. His hand moved again, faster now, as you went back to your story. “Friday was a mess, honestly. I burned my eggs in the morning and the house smelt of smoke all day…” Your voice flowed on, light and teasing, peppered with little sighs and huffs of laughter that stuck in his mind like snapshots, each one vivid, each one pushing him closer to the edge. The pressure inside him coiled tighter. Your voice was everything, his anchor, his undoing, the only thing grounding him in that cramped bunk.
He let out a low groan, half whimper, unable to hold it back as the sensation crested. You stopped mid sentence, voice catching. “Jake? You okay?”
“Y— hh– yeah,” he managed to breathe out, chest heaving now. But you’d gone silent. Too silent.
“Are you sure? You sound kind of… I don't know…?”
His breath was heavy, the rustle of sheets faint but unmistakable through the phone. “Mhmmm,” he managed, the sound strained, almost pleading. “Just… keep talking, please. Please keep talking.”
You flushed, a sudden heat creeping up your cheeks as you caught the edge in his voice, the uneven rhythm of his breathing, the soft rustle in the background. Realisation dawned, and you bit your lip, heart racing. How long had he been…
You didn’t call it out, didn’t stop, just leaned into the moment, your voice softer now, deliberately intimate.
“Okay, baby,” you murmured again, and Jake’s mind clung to the way you said it, the word wrapping around him like a touch. “Yesterday, I went for a walk by the wharf, and the sunset was so pretty, all pink and gold, made me think of you…” You paused, your voice dropping lower, a hint of suggestion curling around your words. “I missed you the most that day… went to bed and… touched myself… thought of you…”
Jake’s head threw back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as your words painted a vivid picture— your body tangled in sheets, whispering his name into the dark, your fingers moving against your delicate skin, your face contorted in pleasure as you came undone thinking of him.
His fist pumped faster, the image so clear it was almost real, each stroke pulling him closer to the edge. You knew now, knew what he was doing, and you leaned into it, your voice a teasing caress. “I wondered if you were touching yourself too… thinking about me as well? I hoped you were…”
He moaned loudly, the sound raw and desperate. “Oh, fuck, baby…” he gasped, his voice barely holding together as the pressure inside him climbed, climbed, climbed.
Your voice kept going, each word deliberate, dripping with intent. “I could almost feel you there, Jake, your hands on me, your mouth…”
The images burned into his mind, your sighs and soft laughs from earlier mixing with these new, suggestive words, each one pushing him higher. His body tensed, the weeks of pent up frustration boiling over, his fist a poor substitute for you but driven by the sound of your voice alone.
You kept talking, guiding him through it. “I thought about how you’d feel inside me… I wanted it to be you so bad, baby…”
Your words hit him hard, flooding his mind with need. He gripped himself tighter, imagining the steady pump of his fist was the warm, snug feel of you.
His head careened into the pillow, body arching as he hit his orgasm, cumming hard over his fist, spilling into his boxers with a shuddering groan that he couldn’t hold back. His breath came in ragged gasps, the pleasure crashing through him in waves, amplified by the sound of your voice still in his ear, soft and knowing.
You listened to his heavy breathing as he came down, a quiet smile in your voice as you murmured, “Still with me, baby?”
He let out a shaky laugh, chest heaving, the aftershocks still rippling through him. “Yeah… fuck, yeah, I’m here,” he panted, voice raw. His body sank into the mattress as the last tremors faded.
Your voice curled through the phone, playful but tender. “Oh, baby, sounds like you've been saving that one up.”
He let out a tired chuckle, dragging a hand across his damp forehead. “You have no idea. This tour’s been brutal. Haven’t had a second to… y’know, take care of that since I left.”
“Two weeks?” you teased, your voice soft but playful. “God, babe, you must’ve been running on empty.”
“Hmph, barely hanging on,” he mumbled, a faint grin in his voice as he shifted, the sheets rustling.
You laughed softly, knowing how he always crashed hard after. “Well, I don’t wanna keep you up, rockstar. Sounds like you’re barely keeping your eyes open.”
“No, no, wait,” he said quickly, his voice softening, almost pleading. “Stay, please. Keep talking. I… I missed your voice so much.”
You smiled through the phone, your tone turning gentle. “Okay, love. I’m right here.”
“Tell me about that project you’ve got at work,” he murmured curiously, wanting to hold onto you a little longer.
You tucked your arm under your head, settling into the pillow with a soft sigh. “Okay,” you said, your voice warm as you started talking about the latest challenge at work, the deadlines, the little wins, and the frustrating client calls.
Jake listened, his breathing slowing, the familiar timbre of your voice wrapping around him like a blanket. As you spoke, his responses faded to soft hums, and soon, his quiet snores whispered through the phone, lulling you both into a shared, peaceful sleep.
Tag List: @frogkiszka @hailtheaeon @allof--mylove @scarabsinthestardust @musicislove3389 @lightsofthe-living-gvf
Disclaimer: I'm unfamiliar with anyone from GVF. This is entirely fictional, and a creation from my imagination. Pure fiction.
Description: While Jake is away, the idea of a secret experiment, using Pavlov’s conditioning, begins to take root in your mind.
18+ MINORS DNI
Paring: Jake x f!reader
Word count: ~4,700
Warnings: 18+ smutt, sexual experiment, dirty talk, pet names cussing, brief mention of drinking, brief mention of whips, brief mention of marking, kissing, phone sex, hand job, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), & sex (p in v).
Sorry if I missed anything!
A/N: I’m aware Ivan Pavlov wasn’t the most pleasant figure, but his experiment is something I find interesting. I hope you enjoy this take! 🖤
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You and Jake were two musical beings. When he played, you listened. At home, more often than not, the two of you found yourselves immersed in music. Whether it was something new, something old, or a band you had discovered while he was away on tour. He’d send you photos and play you songs that reminded him of you in those fleeting moments. Music wasn’t just his job, it was a shared passion, and a hobby that brought you both joy. You both spent hours shopping for new records and making playlists for one another.
When Jake was away, you always sought out new experiences. Whether it was learning a random fact, delving into his latest poetry obsession, or simply embracing whatever captured your curiosity. But this time… this time was different. You stumbled upon something that piqued your interest, a little experiment. With music always playing such a big role between you and Jake, an idea sparked in your mind. What if you could condition him, without him even knowing?
Determined, you set out to create the perfect playlists for his next break at home. You carefully chose tracks that matched your usual mood in the bedroom—soft, subtle, with gentle beginnings, and rough, hard endings. Adding songs for extra playlists that could be played anywhere, not just in intimate settings but keeping one certain song in every playlist. With that, your plan was in motion.
As soon as you got the call that he was on his way home, you excitedly buzzed around the house. The night before, you’d made sure everything was perfect. His favorite snacks and drinks were neatly stocked in the kitchen. A fresh toothbrush, razor, and extra toiletries waited in the bathroom, but what you knew he loved most was seeing you in a new piece of lace lingerie when he returned.
You decided to keep things feeling natural, slipping into a silky robe and pacing as you waited. The soft hum of music played over the smart speakers, setting the mood throughout the house. When you heard the jingle of keys and the lock turning, your heart pounded louder than the thud of his heavy duffel hitting the wood floor. Jake stood in the doorway, keys still in the lock, one hand on the knob. His baggy jeans and button-down seemed more exhausted than he did.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, pushing his dark sunglasses to the top of his head.
“Welcome home, babe,” you murmured, undoing the loose tie of your robe, letting it fall from your shoulders and pool at your feet. You noticed the second song on your playlist had already begun, its rhythm pulsing through the air. Jake swiftly pulled the keys from the door, kicking it shut with a solid thud. In a few quick strides, he was on you, his hands moving from your hips, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of your cropped bustier. His thumbs brushed over the fabric, teasing your breasts, making your nipples harden under his touch.
“I love coming home to you,” he murmured, his fingers threading through your hair at the base of your scalp. The sweet sting made you ache for him even more as you stood still, letting him drink you in with his lips. But your fingers couldn’t resist. They moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as your hands glided up his sides, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. The clink of his necklaces mixed perfectly with the soft music playing overhead. You wrapped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your ass, lifting you effortlessly.
In one quick motion, your legs were around his waist, his boots thudding heavily on the floor as he carried you down the hallway. His lips were on yours, consuming you, until his knees reached the edge of the bed, where he set you down gently. Letting his shirt fall, Jake’s chest was fully visible, but you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. Leaning up, you swiftly undid his belt, popping the button on his jeans before he pushed you back. His mouth crashed onto yours again. His hands finding your breasts, coaxing soft moans from you with every touch. The heat between you growing more intense as his erection pressed hard against you.
You pushed on his shoulders, and he got the hint, rolling onto his back. Quickly, you knelt down, pulling off his boots and dragging his jeans the rest of the way down. Watching him spring free, you couldn’t help but smirk. You gave him a few slow pumps before spitting, letting the saliva land on his tip as you stroked him teasingly. His breath hitched, eyes closing as his head fell back into the mattress.
“Fucking pump it,” he growled, making you grin.
“Missed my touch, huh?” you teased, licking the precum that had begun to drip from him. The song playing overhead brought a smile to your lips as you pressed a kiss to his length before taking him fully into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck!” Jake shouted, his hand tangling in your hair, pushing you deeper. “I just missed you,” he all but whined, his voice raw with need. The sound made you even wetter, your core throbbing with every moan that escaped him.
After a few more deep strokes and swirls of your tongue, Jake began to thrust into your mouth, his groans growing louder. You knew what he wanted without him needing to ask. Tapping his hand, he let you go, and you stood, quickly slipping off your panties. Without giving him a chance to take control, you climbed on top of him, positioning yourself easily as he groaned, feeling your wet heat surround him. Your bodies slid together, the sounds of your skin meeting, raw and pornographic.
Jake’s eyes flicked between your face and where you were joined, his hand moving to your clit, making you tighten around him.
“Ahh, Jake!” you whimpered, and this time, he smirked.
“Missed my touch, huh?” he mocked, throwing your own words back at you, but the pleasure building inside you left you speechless. “Oh, come on,” he coaxed, his voice dark with desire, “be a good girl, and talk to me,” he thrust up, matching your movements.
“Fuck… yes!” you finally gasped, your body trembling as the tension coiled tighter within you.
“Let me have it,” Jake growled, his heels digging into the mattress as he pounded into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as your orgasm ripped through you. “Fuck, yes! Goddamn, baby, that’s it,” he growled into your ear as he spilled into you, the two of you lost in each other.
You and Jake lay there, tangled in each other, whispering sweet nothings and savoring the feeling of being together again. After a while, you both decided to get up, you headed to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Jake walked past you with a swift smack on your ass.
“The music was a nice touch,” he said with a playful smile.
“Figured it would fill the silence,” you lied.
Jake snorted. “Silence? Between the two of us, who ever stays silent?” His voice trailed off as you heard his feet padding softly toward the shower. “It sure as hell isn’t you,” he called over the sound of the water.
You smirked and quickly walked over to the toilet, giving it a flush. Jake let out a surprised yell, making you burst into laughter before joining him.
—
Over the next few days, you made sure to play your playlists at every opportunity, subtly weaving your little experiment into the rhythm of your routine. When you cooked breakfast, and the chosen song came on, you found yourself on your knees in front of Jake at the kitchen table, surprising him with a mischievous grin. If it played during your skincare routine, you’d pause without hesitation, slipping into the shower to join Jake, massaging his scalp with your expensive conditioner, giving him a little extra attention when it seemed like the tingling wasn’t just in his scalp.
Even while lounging on the couch, lost in your phone or books, the moment you heard that familiar melody, you’d pop up and shimmy onto Jake’s lap, your movements smooth and intentional. He never offered a single word of protest, only meeting your advances with that knowing smile.
You had to admit, the song was becoming a favorite of yours. But soon, Jake had to leave again, heading off for a some festivals. The house felt empty and dull without him, leaving you to handle your everyday tasks with only the memory of your experiment to entertain you.
Before he left, you made sure to send him a playlist, just like you always did. But this time, you slipped in that special song in at the very end.
When your days at work finally wrapped up, and you headed home, ready to settle into your usual routine while Jake was away. You fixed dinner for two, knowing you’d have leftovers for the next night. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you prepared to binge-watch your favorite dating shows. By the time you poured your second glass, you were comfortably lost in the show when your phone rang, startling you.
“Hello?” you answered, turning down the volume on the TV.
“Talk to me,” came Jake’s low voice, almost a whisper. You could hear the rustling of fabric on his end, and the sound made your heart race.
“What?” you asked, confused by his tone.
“Talk to me,” he repeated, his breathing growing shallower. “If I were home… what would you let me do to you?”
His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You set your wine glass down, leaning into the conversation. “Anything you’d want,” you replied, a smile creeping across your lips.
“Anything?” he asked, hunger in his voice clear.
“Anything,” you confirmed softly, letting your words linger. “You could use that little whip on me,” you teased slowly.
“Yeah?” His voice deepened.
“You could hear the sound of it smacking against my ass,” you continued, feeling the heat between your thighs.
“God,” Jake grunted. The sound raw, and almost desperate.
“And I’d let you hit it from behind,” you purred, playing into his fantasies.
“Oh god,” he moaned, the sound of his voice making your skin flush.
“So you could see how you marked me,” you added, picking up your wine glass and taking a slow sip, enjoying the power you held in the moment. “I’d tell you how big you are, how much you fill this tight pussy up.”
“Shiiit… keep going,” he begged, his breath ragged as he edged closer.
“You make me so wet, Jake,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire. “I’m dripping right now.”
“Ahh,” he groaned, the sound so satisfying you couldn’t help but smile wider. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Miss me already?” you teased, placing your glass back down, feeling the heat radiating through the phone.
“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, but there was an intensity behind it. “I was taking a shower and had the playlist you made playing, and… I guess I just started thinking about you. Thinking about how you were all over me, and…” His breath hitched, and you could picture him, lips parted, eyes closed. “I can’t wait to come home.”
Your ears perked up at the mention of the playlist—you had to bite back a grin. The fact that Jake had called you, needing this kind of connection, made you wonder if your little experiment was actually working.
“I can’t wait for you to come home either,” you whispered back, your voice dripping with promise.
—
All you could think about was how your experiment seemed to be working, even as you struggled to take all of Jake in, choking on the sheer intensity of him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your head pressed firmly against the headboard, your body pinned beneath his control. The song—the one you’d carefully chosen—was playing in the background, setting the perfect tone as Jake came home from a quick errand. The moment he walked through the door, it was like a switch had flipped. In an instant, your clothes were on the floor, and Jake’s leg was hiked up beside your head.
He barely managed to get his pants off before your lips parted, eagerly taking him in, your cheeks hollowed as you worked to drive him wild. He filled your mouth, and you reveled in the sounds of him, each grunt and groan spurring you on. Jake’s hips thrust forward with a slow, deliberate rhythm. One hand gripping the top of your head while his other braced against the headboard. His head tipped back as he let himself get lost in the sensation, using your mouth to fuck himself.
You moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. Desperate for your own relief, your fingers slid between your legs, working in sync with his movements, adding to the overwhelming need that was building between you. Jake’s voice was thick with praise, his breath ragged as he told you how good you felt, how perfectly you were taking him.
Each time he thrust deeper, it became harder to focus on anything but the fire burning inside you. The tears pricked your eyes, the mix of pleasure and pain, pushing you closer to your limit until the both of you were coming undone.
—
Later in the week, you and Jake made plans to head over to Josh’s place for a day of swimming and hanging out with the group. Jake hoisted the cooler out of the car and carried it inside, while you grabbed the bag of extra clothes. As you walked in, you greeted everyone warmly before heading outside to the pool area. You tossed the towels onto the chairs around the pool, pausing to chat with Josh for a moment before deciding to take a dip.
The cool water was refreshing as you surfaced, but before you could catch your breath, a surprise splash hit you square in the face, making you flinch. Instinctively, you retaliated, splashing back in the direction of the culprit… Sam. What started as a playful splash quickly escalated into a full blown water war, with you and Sam taking turns dunking each other under the water while Danny, Josh, and Jake stood at the edge, cheering you both on.
After a while, exhaustion set in, and you swam over to the side of the pool to rest. Sam followed, still laughing from your impromptu battle.
“Anyone have their phone out here?” Josh called out, walking over to a large Bluetooth speaker.
“Mine’s in the bag over there,” you replied, cupping water in your hands and squirting it through a small hole in your palm, hitting Sam in the face again. He let out a loud laugh, making you laugh with him.
Josh said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him over Sam. You just nodded and said, “Okay,” before returning to your water antics, completely caught up in the fun of the moment.
You floated in the pool for a little while longer, letting the water cradle you as the conversations around you blurred into the background. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, casting a soft golden hue over everything. Your eyes closed, and you drifted into a peaceful daydream, the sound of laughter and splashes fading into a distant hum.
But suddenly, a song playing over the Bluetooth speaker snapped you out of your trance. It was that song—the one from your little experiment with Jake. Your heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, you looked over at him.
Jake was lounging in one of the pool chairs, but something about him seemed off. His eyes were hidden behind his dark sunglasses, but you could tell from the way his forehead wrinkled that he was caught off guard—confused, maybe even a little flustered. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand coming up to shield himself as if trying to hide something.
Without a word, Jake abruptly stood up and rushed toward the house, his hand still awkwardly covering himself. Your stomach flipped as you watched him disappear inside, your mind racing. It was clear that the song had triggered something in him, just as you had planned.
You climbed out of the pool, trying to casually, but quickly, dry off before making your way inside to find Jake. Walking down a dim hallway, you noticed movement under the bathroom door, a faint flicker of light catching your attention. You knocked softly, leaning in to listen.
“Jake?” you called out when he didn’t immediately open the door. But before you could react, the door swung open, and you were pulled inside in a flash, the door slamming shut behind you. In an instant, Jake had you pinned against it, his mouth crashing onto yours.
For a brief moment, you were lost in the feel of him. His sun-warmed skin, the familiar scent of sunscreen and the outdoors was intoxicating. His body pressed hard against you, his lips hungry and insistent. You bit his lower lip gently, eliciting a low groan that reverberated through his chest, snapping you out of your daze.
“Jake,” you breathed, gently pushing him back, “What’s going on? Why did you—”
“I just…” he started, his face flushing with embarrassment as he looked down. You followed his gaze and saw the way his swim trunks were being tightly pulled away from his body by his growing erection. You couldn’t help it, a small giggle escaped your lips.
Jake’s head snapped up, his expression serious, almost angry. “This is not funny,” he muttered. “All of a sudden I just became so… so…”
“Horny?” you teased, leaning back against the bathroom counter, the smile tugging at your lips.
His hand moved to his shorts, palming himself in frustration, as though he was trying to find some relief. “God, yes!” he groaned, his hand working himself through the fabric. “What the fuck?” he muttered, his frustration palpable.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer, and the giggle turned into a full-blown laugh. Jake paused, bewildered, staring at you as if you’d lost your mind. “What is so fucking funny?” he asked, clearly irritated.
You took a deep breath, biting your lip nervously as Jake stood there, his confusion mixed with the heat of the moment simmering in his eyes.
“So… I have to tell you something, and please don’t be upset,” you began, the smile fading as you searched for the right words. “While you were away, I kinda… learned about this thing called Pavlov’s experiment.”
“Pavlov?” Jake raised an eyebrow, his frustration momentarily overshadowed by curiosity. He was still palming himself, though his movements had slowed as he tried to follow what you were saying.
“Yeah, Pavlov. He was this scientist who discovered that you can condition someone to respond to a certain stimulus—like a specific sound or activity. Basically, every time something happens, you associate it with a response. You know… like, in his experiment a dog would drool when it heard a bell if he kept feeding it after a bell rang.”
Jake’s expression shifted from curiosity to a growing realization. “Wait… what does that have to do with me?”
You let out a nervous laugh, pushing a lock of wet hair behind your ear. “Well… I got this idea. I wanted to try it with you—conditioning you, I mean. I didn’t think it would actually work this well or this quickly, but… every time you were home, I started playing this song. And then, you know, I’d… do things,” you said with a knowing look. “I figured I’d see if I could make you… you know… associate that song with, um, certain feelings.”
Jake’s eyes widened as it dawned on him. “Wait. You’re saying… you’ve been Pavlov-ing me?”
You nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it would actually work! I was just messing around. It was just a fun idea. But then today, when we got to Josh’s, I guess I didn’t realize he asked if he could use my phone to play music. I must’ve just said ‘okay’ without thinking, and then, well… that song came on.”
Jake stared at you, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. “So, you’re telling me, the second that song came on, I just… reacted like this?” he gestured to the noticeable bulge still straining against his swim trunks.
“Yeah… I guess so,” you said, biting your lip again, trying not to laugh as you saw the mix of emotions crossing his face—confusion, embarrassment, and something else.
He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “So you Pavlov’d me… into getting hard whenever I hear a song?”
“Pretty much,” you said, your voice small, feeling a little guilty now.
Jake shook his head, a disbelieving smile finally creeping onto his lips. “You’re insane,” he muttered, his hand now resting on your waist. “I can’t believe this actually worked.”
“I didn’t think it would happen like this, though,” you confessed. “Definitely not at Josh’s pool party.”
Jake let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer. “You’re gonna pay for this later,” he said, his voice low and teasing as his lips hovered close to yours. “But right now, we need to figure out how I’m gonna walk back out there without anyone noticing.”
You both laughed, the tension breaking as you realized just how crazy the whole situation had become.
You leaned back against the bathroom counter, grinning as you watched Jake try to compose himself. His hand still rested on your waist, and his face was flushed, a mix of amusement and arousal.
“How are you going to explain this one?” you teased, your finger tracing small circles on his arm.
Jake exhaled dramatically, his free hand still resting on his bulge, as if he was hoping it would just disappear. “I don’t know,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “Maybe I’ll just tell them I got overheated from the sun.” He shot you a playful glare. “You know, if someone hadn’t experimented on me, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so easily conditioned.”
Jake rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. “You’re ridiculous. What if Josh noticed something? He’s too observant sometimes.”
You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “Josh is also too polite to call you out in front of everyone about something like this. Besides, he’s probably too busy playing hostesses with the mostest to even care.”
Jake shook his head, still grinning, but his eyes darkened with that unmistakable glint of desire. “Alright, well, since you started this,” he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, “you’re going to help me finish it.”
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, hard and needy, making your body arch into him. His hand slid over your swimsuit, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him, the heat of his sun-soaked skin melting into yours. The feel of his growing hardness pressing into your hip sent a wave of need crashing through you.
“Jake,” you breathed out between kisses, barely able to keep your thoughts straight, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink behind you for balance. His mouth moved down your neck, biting softly along your collarbone, his hands roaming your sides before slipping lower, gripping your hips with an urgency that made your pulse race.
“You did this to me,” he growled against your skin, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you tighter against him. The friction between your bodies made you whimper, and he smirked, loving how easily he could unravel you.
“I—” Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped inside your bikini bottoms, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before he grazed your slick entrance, his fingers brushing just enough to make your legs tremble. “I didn’t think it would work this well…”
Jake let out a low, husky chuckle, his mouth returning to claim yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. “Yeah? Well, I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences.”
Without warning, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pushed you against the bathroom counter. His mouth devoured yours while his fingers continued to tease you through the soaked fabric, pushing it aside just enough to make you gasp.
“Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, unable to stop yourself from grinding against him. The feeling of his fingers pressing into you, slow and deliberate, while his erection throbbed against your core was driving you wild.
“Shh,” he whispered, but there was no playfulness in his voice now, only raw need. “We’ve got to be quiet, or they’ll know exactly what we’re doing.”
His words only made you want him more. You bit your lip to suppress a moan as his fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot. Your head fell back against the mirror, and you could feel his smirk against your neck, clearly enjoying the way you were falling apart in his hands.
“Jake, please…” you whimpered, your body trembling, desperate for more.
“I’ll give you what you want, baby,” he whispered roughly, pulling his fingers out of you just as quickly as they’d entered, leaving you breathless. In one swift motion, he dropped his swim trunks, and you didn’t even have time to react before he was pressing the full, aching length against your slick entrance.
The heat between you was unbearable now, and you let out a small, strangled gasp as he entered you, filling you completely. Jake swallowed your moans with another kiss, moving slow at first, savoring the way your body clenched around him.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his hips picking up speed as he thrust into you harder. Every movement sent shockwaves through your body, and the only sounds were the muffled slaps of your skin meeting his and the quiet, desperate breaths you were both trying to keep in check.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, your mouth moving to his ear as you whispered breathlessly, “I can’t believe you’re this hard over a song…”
Jake let out a strained laugh, his pace quickening, the pressure inside you building faster with every thrust. “Guess I’m more of a Pavlovian subject than I thought,” he groaned, his hand gripping your thigh tighter, pulling you closer, as he angled himself deeper inside you.
Your body began to tremble, the pleasure coiling tight in your core as you bit down on his shoulder, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements as he pounded into you, his breath ragged and hot against your skin.
“I’m close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as your body neared its breaking point.
“Come for me, baby,” Jake growled, his voice low and demanding. His grip tightened on your hips, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own high. “God, I need this. I need to feel you.”
That was all it took. Your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you came hard around him, your muscles clenching and pulsing as Jake’s name spilled from your lips. A few more hard thrusts and Jake was right behind you, a guttural moan escaping him as he came deep inside you, his hips jerking against yours as he rode out his release.
For a moment, you both just stayed there, panting and trembling against the bathroom counter and mirror, your bodies still pressed together as the reality of what just happened sunk in.
Jake finally lifted his head, his lips brushing your forehead as he whispered, “I’m never gonna hear that song the same way again.”
You let out a breathless laugh, your arms still draped around his neck. “Neither will I.”
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+ !! oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, recollection of and mentions of death/dying (nothing gruesome), ghosts
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
October 24th, 9:27 PM
The sea was restless that night. Strong winds battered against the windows of the old inn, the waves below gnawing the cliffs as though they wanted the land back. I arrived at the Salty Dog Inn thoroughly soaked, my suitcase dripping rainwater onto the already warped floorboards. My room, or perhaps the entire building, reeked of history; a tinge of smoke soaked into every board. Looking around the room, I felt… haunted. Not by a spirit, but a heaviness. The innkeeper had mentioned that an infamous pirate captain had died here, hanged in the streets outside as payment for his sins, but I already knew that. In fact, that story was the very reason I found myself in Whispering Harbor in the first place. It wasn’t the idea of a wayward spirit that rattled me, though. It was the way the air seemed to wait, as if holding its breath for something long overdue.
I had come to Whispering Harbor to research the ghost stories, or at least that’s partially why. Truth is, I felt a pull to the cold cliffside town, like I could find a piece of myself here. Something about the waters of the cold northeast always drew me in, but not like this. I started writing a book focused on the different legends of the coast; tales of shipwrecks, phantom lights, and lovers bound to the sea. Every village had one, but none as famous as the tale of Captain Jacob Thomas Kiszka. The locals claimed his spirit wandered the shoreline each Halloween, searching for the woman who betrayed him. Some accounts conflicted, as legends do, but I’d read enough about him to sense there was more to discover.
My room faced the sea, where a lantern burned on a distant rock. An old signal light that was once said to lure ships to their doom. I unpacked my notes beside the fire and listened to the wind rake the windows. It was easy to imagine him out there, a shadow pacing the surf, waiting for a voice he’d once known.
That first night, sleep wouldn’t come easily. The inn was quiet now, save for the groaning of old pipes and half-open windows letting in enough of a breeze to rattle the shutters now and then. I told myself it was the weather keeping me awake, but every time I closed my eyes, I felt watched. Not in a sinister way, more like the moon itself was studying me through the glass.
At some point past midnight, I awoke feeling unrested and lit the lamp beside my bed. The light from the flame trembled along the walls, stretching the shadows long and strange. My blankets were strewn about the bed as if I had kicked them off, and my research notes lay open on the desk, the ink blurred in spots where rain had soaked through my bag. As I approached the desk, one line of ink caught the glare of the light.
I didn’t remember jotting it down, though it was definitely my handwriting. The wind outside stilled as I looked closer… was the ink still wet?
A sudden burst of wind slammed the shutters open. Sharp, loud, and alive. The oil lamp sputtered, flaring bright just before steadying. I clutched my chest, the only sound left in the room being my startled, shaky breaths. For just a moment, the scent of tobacco and brine filled the air, faint but unmistakable. The kind of smell that lingers on someone’s skin after years at sea. It stirred something in me… a recognition that didn’t make sense. When I glanced toward the window, the lantern on the distant rock had gone dark.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
By morning, the storm had spent itself. The air hung heavy with salt, and the sea looked calm, too calm… as though it were catching its breath after some secret violence. I tried to lose myself in research over breakfast. The inn’s common room was a narrow space cluttered with fishing nets and framed sketches of old ships. The few locals who still came here for morning coffee eyed me with that small-town curiosity reserved for outsiders. When I asked the innkeeper if she knew where I might find the town’s records, she hesitated before warning me that while I may find what I’m looking for in the basement of the Old Mariner’s Church, some things are better left to rest.
The church sat on the hill above the harbor, its stones slick with moss. Inside, the air was cool and dim. The sound of the sea now only a faint hush, the distance dulling it until it were no louder than soft breaths leaking in through the cracks in the wall. The archivist was an elderly man named Frank who smelled faintly of pipe smoke. He brought me a small stack of documents bound with twine, promising to have more ready for me later on, should I return. Most were weathered letters and court records from the eighteenth century.
I spent the afternoon piecing through them, tracing the ghost of a man who seemed to live between the lines. Captain Jacob Thomas Kiszka, charged with piracy and the unlawful taking of Crown property. There were, however, fragments of articles that spoke differently of him; notes from townspeople who called him protector, savior, lover. One woman’s handwriting appeared more than once, careful and looping. In one margin, barely legible, a note.
𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.
I ran my fingers over the faded ink, reading the passages over and over until the letters blurred. The air around me grew colder, and darkening golden rays of sun slanted through the church windows.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
By the time I returned to the inn, the sky had faded into a bruised gray, and a fog had begun to roll in over the water. The harbor was silent except for the dull clink of rigging against the masts. The lantern glowed faintly on the rock out towards the sea, the same one that had gone dark the night before. For a moment I watched it through the mist, its flame steady as a heartbeat.
In my room, I spread the documents across the desk. The letter from the nameless woman lay on top, its edges curling with age.
𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.
The words seemed to pulse faintly in the firelight. I stared intensely at the pages, hoping that something would change, for the pieces to click into place. I must have been staring too long as I swore I could hear something in the wind. A whisper, low and close to my ear. Just a single word, feather-light and carried gently through the room. My name.
I turned, heart in my throat. The room was empty, the shadows high against the boarded walls. The scent came next, the same one I’d noticed before. Tobacco, salt, and something darker beneath it, like wet rope. The fire sputtered again, stirred by unseen movement.
I sat back down and reached for my notebook, trying to ignore the feeling I had and jot down notes about what I’d found at the church, but my hand trembled. The pen scratched nonsense across the page before steadying on its own, guided by something other than me. When I looked down, four words stared back in dark ink:
𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒?
The pen fell from my fingers. I could hear the sea again, louder now, as though the tide had crept closer. The wind howled and the open shutters shook against the frame. When I dared glance at the window, the sound stopped. The distant lantern had gone dark again.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Sleep came in fits, restless and strange. Every time I drifted off, the rhythm of the tide filled my ears, competing with the crackle of the fire, the creak of the old beams, even the beating of my own heart. Then the room was gone, replaced by moonlight and water.
I stood on the deck of a ship. The air was cold, heavy with salt and woodsmoke. Lanterns swung in the rigging, their flames guttering against the wind. The sea stretched out in every direction, a mirror of black glass, and above it, stars like spilled silver. I knew this place the way you know a scar by touch.
He stood at the helm.
Jacob.
I didn’t know how I recognized him, only that I did. His dark hair was long, tied back loosely, and his coat fluttered in the wind like a shadow. When he turned, the world seemed to still. He was hauntingly beautiful, as if he had been made from the moon itself. His eyes were the same dark brown I’d seen in every dream I’d never remembered until now. Lightning cracked in the distance. For a heartbeat, it illuminated the amber within them. The sun-worn skin around them crinkled as a smile crept across his face.
“You found me,”
His voice was low, roughened by wind and distance.
Before I could answer, the deck shifted beneath me, waves rising like walls of glass. The ship groaned, the lanterns swayed, and suddenly he was close enough to touch. His hand came to my cheek, cold and steady. The air around us shimmered as he whispered,
“When the waves call your name again, I’ll come.”
Then the sea swallowed the stars, the ship, and Jacob and I with it all. I gasped awake, my heart pounding like a drum in the dark.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
October 26th, 6:49 AM
I woke to the sound of gulls. Pale light spilled through the curtains, washed thin by fog. I dreamt about Jacob last night. Some version of him, anyway. For a moment I couldn’t tell if everything I’d experienced the night before was all a part of the dream. The whisper, the smell, the words that seemed to write themselves. The fire had gone cold, the ink on my desk dry. Everything looked perfectly ordinary. And yet, when I reached for my notebook, my fingers brushed something coarse and brittle.
Salt.
A fine dusting of it laid scattered across the papers, glinting faintly in the light. The window was shut tight, I knew that I’d latched it before bed. My stomach turned. Outside, the waves crashed steady and distant, but the sound felt nearer somehow, like it was echoing from inside the walls. Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe the solitude was too much for me.
I told myself there had to be an explanation; damp air, sea spray carried by the wind. Maybe there was salt built up on the ceiling and it had just fallen off… but deep inside me, I knew better. The book smelled like him now. Tobacco and brine, faint as a breath. The air caught in my throat as I stopped myself from saying his name aloud.
Instead, I reached for the note from the church. The looping hand, the promise.
𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.
I pressed my thumb to the words as if I could warm them back to life.
When I turned the page in my notebook, new words waited there, scrawled in the same dark ink as the night before, but this time not in my handwriting.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The fog clung low over the harbor road, turning the world to watercolor. Shops huddled close together, their windows steamed from within. Whispering Harbor was livelier than I’d expected. Fishermen unloaded their morning catch, children darted between puddles. Even in the daylight, something about the place felt suspended in another time. Every sign, every salt-stained shingle bore the weight of a story I hadn’t yet read.
I stopped first at the small maritime museum beside the pier. It smelled of rust and rope, the air thick with the damp of things too long kept near the sea. The museum’s curator, Martha, spoke softly but confidently; with a wisdom one only gained from devoting their life to their work. When I asked about Captain Kiszka, her mouth tightened, but curiosity softened her eyes.
“Most folks around here leave him be,” she said. “But if you’re writing about him, you’ll want to see this. It is the only surviving likeness.”
She led me to a narrow room where the walls were crowded with paintings of ships, storms, and men with unreadable expressions. At the far end hung a single canvas apart from the rest. The plaque below it read simply: Jacob Thomas Kiszka, 1724–1752.
He was younger than the version of him I’d seen in my dream. His dark hair still tied loosely at his neck, coat half-unbuttoned, a defiant half-smile tugging at his mouth. His eyes, though, were what stopped me. Dark brown, with flecks of amber that shone bright even under the weathered varnish. I felt that familiar heaviness from my first night here, that pull.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” the curator said, gently.
I forced a laugh, but my throat felt tight. “Maybe I have.”
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
By the time I returned to the Salty Dog, the sun had gone down, the moonlight making everything silver and dim. I told myself I was chilled from the night, but it felt deeper than that. Something uneasy shifting under my skin.
The portrait stayed with me. Those eyes. They followed me through dinner, through the narrow hall, through the slow climb of the stairs up to my room. I could still feel the weight of them on me. I tried to read over some materials that Martha had given me, trying to distract myself, but my eyes kept catching on the page I had left open the night before.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈.
A sudden knock startled me. I froze, listening. Three soft raps, then silence. When I opened the door, the hallway was empty, but I hadn’t heard any footsteps retreating. The lantern at the far end swayed gently, though there was no draft. My heart pounded in my chest. I shut the door hard and turned the key.
For the first time since arriving, I wished I hadn’t come to Whispering Harbor.
I put out the fire, and tried to convince myself I was imagining things, that the dreary weather and too many ghost stories were conspiring against me. But when I blew out the lamp and lay in the dark, I could hear it again: the slow, deliberate rhythm of the tide, pulsing beneath the floorboards like a heartbeat.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
October 27th, 9:16 AM
There was no storm that night, but I woke as though there had been. My pillow was damp with sweat, and the light that filtered through the curtains was pale and sickly, like the inside of a shell. The first thing I noticed was the quiet. No footsteps, no whispering waves beneath the floorboards, no scent of salt or smoke, only the slow tick of the clock on the mantel.
For a long time, I didn’t move. I waited for something to happen, for some sign that he was still here. Nothing. The air felt ordinary again, almost cruelly so. I half expected the words in my notebook to vanish, for the ink to dry into nonsense, but they were still there, stark as ever.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈.
I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe I’d imagined everything. The whispers, the salt, even the dream. My mind had always been too good at weaving stories from shadows. What if this was just another one?
Downstairs, the innkeeper poured me coffee and asked if I’d slept well. I lied and said I had. She told me the weather was turning, that I’d better finish my research before the storms rolled in again. I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to finish anything. Part of me wanted to pack my notes, board the next bus out of Whispering Harbor, and forget all of it.
Instead, I returned to my room and sat by the window, watching the tide crawl up the shore. The water looked harmless, even gentle. It was easy to pretend it hadn’t spoken to me, but impossible convince myself that nothing waited for me here. That I shouldn’t stay.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
By nightfall, the wind had picked up again. It rattled the windowpanes and whispered under the door, but the rest of the inn was quiet, too quiet… as though the whole building were holding its breath. I sat by the fire with my notes spread out, though I’d stopped pretending to read them hours ago. The words swam uselessly before me.
Outside, the sea was nothing but darkness. The horizon had vanished. I told myself I’d watch the tide for a while, then go to bed early. Yet I stayed there long after the clock struck ten, long after the fire burned low.
That was when I saw it.
Out beyond the harbor, on the black curve of the cliffs, the lantern flared to life. Its light flickered through the fog, faint and golden. I leaned closer to the glass. The flame pulsed once, twice, and I swear it answered the rhythm of my heartbeat.
A whisper threaded through the air then, soft as the tide against stone. My name. Drawn out, carried by wind, too faint to be real but too certain to ignore.
“Stop it,” I said under my breath, my voice shaking. “Stop.”
But I didn’t look away.
Something stirred deep in the water. It rippled outward, and I felt it like a pull in my chest, the echo of a promise half-remembered. The longer I stared, the more certain I became that I wasn’t watching the lantern at all. I was watching him.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled on my coat and stepped out into the night. The wind off the harbor was sharp, cold enough to sting my skin, but I followed the sound of the surf down the narrow path that wound toward the cliffs. The fog was thicker now, swallowing the world in shades of gray. Only the faint glimmer of water below told me where the sea stopped and the sky began.
The rocks were slick with sea spray. My boots slipped once, and I caught myself against a post worn smooth by years of wind. I stood there, listening. Nothing but the hiss of the tide and the slow churn of waves against stone. Still, I felt him. It was the same pull I’d felt in the dream.
“Jacob?” My voice barely rose above the wind. Saying his name aloud felt strange, almost forbidden. The fog seemed to shift at the sound, coiling tighter around me.
I took a step toward the edge. The sea below gleamed faintly, as if the depths were conjuring something otherworldly. I waited for an answer, a whisper, a flicker of light… anything. But there was only the rhythm of the waves, steady and patient.
And then, so faint I almost missed it, came the scent. The familiar warm waves of tobacco and brine.
My eyes stung. “If you can hear me,” I whispered, “I’m here.”
The wind died. For a heartbeat, the world held still. The trees stopped rustling, leaving the air hollow in reply.
I stepped closer to the edge. The sea below wasn’t solid black anymore. Lines of light rippled through it, silver and thin like veins under skin. They wove together, rising and falling with the waves until I could almost make out a shape beneath the surface. A figure moving through the dark water, slow and certain, coming toward me.
My pulse stuttered. “Jacob,” I whispered again, the name barely a sound.
The scent grew stronger. The warm tobacco notes filled my senses. No longer a whisper on the breeze, but an overwhelming sensation. Something… real. The fog parted for the briefest instant, and something gleamed there. The outline of a man standing on the rocks far below, lantern in hand. The light touched his face just long enough for me to see the impossible. Dark hair whipping in the wind, eyes flecked in whiskey-rich amber.
“Wait!” I called, my voice torn away by the gust. I started down the path that led toward the shore, but the mist thickened, closing like a curtain. The lantern winked out.
Only the waves answered, breaking hard against the stone. The echo of his name washed back to me, as if spoken from somewhere deep beneath the water.
My legs gave out, and I sank to my knees, the cold biting through my clothes. For a long time I stayed like that, staring into the dark, waiting for another sign. Waiting for him, for anything, but the sea was empty again.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
October 28th, 6:38 AM
I slept little, if at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flare of the lantern, the shape of him in the fog, the glint of light on the water. By morning, the images had blurred into something softer, but the feeling stayed, like the ache after a dream you don’t want to end.
The town was just beginning to stir when I stepped outside. The air was cold and clean, rinsed by night mist.
Back inside the inn, I poured myself a cup of coffee that I wouldn’t drink and spread my notes across the desk. Every word I’d written about Captain Kiszka seemed hollow now, clinical. I couldn’t see him as a legend anymore. He was a man. I’d seen him. While every rational part of me screamed that it was impossible, another part whispered that maybe it wasn’t. Maybe that is what drew me here. Not the story of the ghost, but the man himself.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I spent the morning back at the church, combing through what little Frank could find beyond the official records. Personal letters, newspaper fragments, trading logs. Jacob Thomas Kiszka, born to a family of sailors in 1724. A skilled navigator by eighteen, privateer by twenty-three. There were mentions of his ship, The Roving Blade, said to travel up and down the Atlantic. In one of the ledgers, a note from a fellow marauder, Captain Chris Turpin, caught my attention.
“Captain Kiszka gave a portion of wages this month to aid the widows of The Raider’s crew, lost to the storm.”
The accounts I’d read before had never mentioned compassion. They painted him as a thief, a man of violence. But between the lines of these forgotten papers, I saw something else. A man trying to balance two worlds; one that demanded blood and another that sought mercy.
Frank allowed me to sort through a small crate marked Private Correspondence: 1750s. Inside were scraps of paper, all brittle and water-damaged, the lines of ink blurred into ghosts of their former selves. I flipped through hundreds of letters until one envelope fell from the stack. The wax seal had started to crack long ago, but the letter inside remained unharmed. A familiar looking crest was stamped into it, still mostly preserved after all this time. I couldn't place where I had seen it, but I knew it. I carefully broke the seal and opened the envelope.
Inside were several folded pages, their edges thin and fragile. The handwriting was neat and looping, the same hand I’d seen in the note at the church. My heart thudded.
By the time I left the archives, the daylight had already begun to fade. A thin rain fell over the harbor, pattering against the stones. I walked back to the inn with the letters clutched tight to my chest, terrified they might dissolve if I let the damp air reach them.
In my room, I spread the pages on the desk beside the fire as I did every night. I ran my fingers over them again, over the looping strokes of the woman’s handwriting. It didn’t feel like reading a stranger’s confession anymore. It felt familiar, like it was my own.
The wind rose outside, shutters rattled. The flames bent sideways in the hearth as the air shifted, sharp with salt. I could feel him then, as clearly as if he’d stepped into the room; the weight of his presence, the charge in the air, that familiar scent.
I turned slowly, afraid that if I moved too quickly, I might break whatever fragile thread connected me to him. “Jacob,” I whispered.
The sound of his name seemed to echo back from nowhere and everywhere. The curtains stirred though the windows were shut. My pulse thundered.
“Why me?” The words came out trembling, half question, half prayer.
The reply wasn’t a sound, not really. More like a vibration in the air, a warmth at my back, the shape of a voice inside my chest. It wasn’t in words, but I understood it all the same.
Because you promised.
My throat tightened. I pressed a hand to my heart, feeling heat behind my neck as if someone stood just behind me, close enough that our breaths might mingle if either of us breathed at all.
The flame in the hearth flared once, high and white. I turned, certain I would see him there, but there was only the shimmer of air and the faint distortion of light, like heatwaves over sand.
Then, softly, against the back of my neck, I felt it. The brush of soft, warm fingers, gone as quickly as they came.
The letters on the desk rustled though no wind touched them. The top page lifted, turning itself over to reveal another page of my notebook.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊?
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I dreamt of Jacob again that night.
The air smelled of rain and smoke. I stood in the streets of Whispering Harbor beneath a gray, unkind sky. The gallows loomed at the far end, shrouded in mist, ropes slick with the morning’s dew. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs low and hungry.
I pushed through them, my skirt soaked from dragging against the cobblestone. I could hear my own heartbeat over the racket, could taste the salty air on my tongue. Someone shouted for silence. Then the world seemed to tilt, and I saw him.
He was dragged in through the crowd in irons, coat torn, his long hair tangled from the rain. But even then, even bound, he was something to behold. Something the sea had carved itself. Wild, defiant, too alive for the gray of this place. When his gaze found mine, it was not accusation that met me. It was grief.
“You did this,” a voice whispered inside my mind. I turned, but there was no one there. I looked down at the parchment stamped with that familiar crest, clutched in my own trembling hands. My confession. My betrayal.
It felt unfair, seeing him bound as I went free. It was my fault he was in this position, it should be me under trial.
I tried to speak, to tell him I hadn’t meant to. That they said it would save him. That they promised he’d be spared. But my throat refused me. My body remembered only silence.
They placed the rope around his neck. I lunged forward, but the soldiers held me back. “You swore he’d be okay!” I gasped, but it fell on deaf ears.
He gave a small, knowing smile. The same one I’d seen in every dream. “I’ll find you again,” he said.
“When the waves call your name again, I’ll come.”
The trapdoor fell open.
I screamed until my voice broke, until the sea rose behind the gallows and swallowed the world in a rush of black water. When the current caught me, I reached for him, but the tide tore us apart.
I woke with the taste of salt on my lips and the sound of his voice still in my ears. I woke with the realization that this wasn’t just a dream. This was a memory. The same wave that had ripped me from my Jacob filled my mind with remembrance. It all came back to me then. All of the lives I lived before, the pain I felt, the way I missed him. The weight of this realization pinned me to the bed, grief-stricken and unmoving. I was heartbroken, but I remembered him. I remembered.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
October 29th, 10:22 PM
I spent the day drifting through town like a ghost. The market stalls were bright with autumn produce, the air heavy with the smell of cider and salt, but everything felt muted, distant. Every gull’s cry, every creak of rope, every whisper of wind seemed to echo with his name.
Back at the inn, I took out the letter to Jacob again. They looked different now, less like artifacts. On the last page, I noticed something that wasn’t there before:
I pressed my fingers to the page, my throat tight. These words weren’t mine. They were his.
That night, the air grew heavy again. The wind carried the smell of salt and tobacco through the cracks in the window. A song and dance that had once terrified me but was now becoming comforting.
“Jacob,” I whispered. “Why are you still here?”
The silence stretched. Then the air thickened, dense and warm, humming low in the floorboards, like the sound the sea makes when it’s gathering itself before a storm. The fire flickered, the shadows on the walls bent and shifted, though nothing moved.
I turned toward the window. The glass had fogged over from the heat of the room, but through it, the lantern on the cliffs blazed brighter than I had yet seen. Its light trembled across the pane, and then changed.
There was a figure standing behind me in the reflection of the glass.
I froze. My breath hitched, shallow and sharp. The reflection was faint at first, as if made of candlelight and smoke. I turned slowly, afraid of what I might find. Afraid that any sudden movement would break the illusion.
He was there.
Not the Jacob of my dreams. This Jacob was ethereal, ghostly. His coat was dark and weather-worn, the collar open to the bruised hollow of his throat. His hair curled at his temples, like he’d just come in from the rain, but he didn’t look wet. He didn’t look… whole. Like you could stick your arm right through his chest and see it on the other side.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air trembled between us, too alive, too quiet. Then he smiled, that same small smile I remembered, the one he’d given me before my world ended.
“I told you I’d return,” he said.
The words hit something deep in me, something that had been waiting lifetimes to hear them. My hand lifted on instinct, reaching toward him, but the air shimmered like heat, rippling just shy of my fingertips.
“Why now?” I asked, voice trembling.
His gaze softened. “Because you remembered.”
But before I could speak again, his form began to waver, edges dissolving into the glow of the hearth. He looked at me as he faded, that same quiet devotion written across his face.
“I’ll come again when the tide turns,” he whispered. “Soon.”
Then the room was empty, and I was left staring at the place where he’d stood, the smell of him still thick in the air.
Outside, the sea roared against the cliffs as though it, too, had finally remembered.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I don’t know how long I sat staring at the space where he’d stood. The fire had burned itself low, nothing but embers whispering in the grate. The scent of smoke and salt clung to the room long after the air should have cleared. Every few seconds I glanced at the window, half-expecting, or maybe just hoping, his reflection to return.
He didn’t come again that night.
The next evening, however, he did.
It was just after sundown. The fog rolled in thick and low, pressing itself against the glass. I’d lit the lamp on my desk, but its light felt frail compared to the steady glow that bloomed once more on the cliffs. Jacob’s lantern. The moment I saw it spark to life, the room changed. The air warmed, the shadows sharpened.
When I turned, he was there.
This time, he looked more whole. The bruising on his neck was faded, as if he was finally healing. He stood near the hearth, eyes as bright as the fire itself. His coat hung open, the fabric moving as if caught by a wind that didn’t touch me. He looked more alive than any memory should.
“Jacob,” I breathed.
I rose slowly, afraid to break whatever fragile thread held him to this world. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back.”
His gaze softened. “Of course I came back. I can’t stand to be away from you.”
Something inside me broke open at that; an ache, an understanding. I wanted to touch him, to prove he was real, but when I stepped closer, the air grew charged, humming, and a shimmer passed between us again like heat on the horizon. My fingertips stopped just short of his chest.
“You can’t touch me,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
The words carried weight, sorrow, and promise. I could feel them vibrate through me.
I took a shaky breath. “I saw it in my dream, the day they took you.”
He nodded once, his expression grave but calm. “You tried to save me.”
“I told them where to find you,” I said. The confession felt like a wound reopening.
“You believed them,” he murmured. “You believed they’d spare me. You were only trying to bring me home.”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “I waited for you, for the rest of my life,” I said.
“I know.” He instinctively reached out as though to touch my face, to comfort me, but his hand passed through the air between us, leaving a faint warmth that brushed my skin.
For a long moment, we simply looked at each other. Two ghosts from different sides of time. The wind howled against the window, but the room felt still, suspended.
Finally, he said, “Tomorrow night, the tide will turn. The veil will be at its thinnest. I’ll come back for you.”
“And then?”
He smiled. A small, sad curve of his mouth. The lamp flickered once, and when I blinked, he was gone.
Outside, the lantern on the cliffs burned twice as bright before sputtering out cold.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
October 31st, 7:48 PM
The storm rolled in just after sunset. The sky was the color of iron, clouds stacked high and heavy over the sea. Waves slammed against the cliffs below the inn, throwing spray so high it reached the windows. The lantern on the rocks burned through it all, brighter than I’d ever seen. Steady, defiant.
He would come tonight.
The air inside the room hummed, thick with salt and static. Every shadow seemed alive. I’d left the window open, and the wind billowed the curtains inward, carrying the scent of smoke and sea. My heart thudded so hard it almost hurt.
The wind stopped. The rain hung motionless on the glass. The fire dimmed to a slow pulse of ember-light and then flared.
He stood in front of it.
No longer translucent or wavering, but solid and real, the lightning outside gilding the edges of him. Water dripped from his hair, ran down his collar. He looked as though he’d just walked in from the sea itself.
For what felt like an eternity, neither of us spoke. I couldn’t. My throat closed around his name.
He crossed the room slowly, the air bending around him. When he reached me, he lifted a hand, hesitant, as if afraid the spell would break. His fingers brushed mine, and this time, I felt him. Warm. Alive.
The room exhaled. The sea roared.
I don’t know who moved first. Maybe we both did. One moment I was standing there shaking, the next I was in his arms. He smelled of salt and tobacco and smoke and rain, and under it all, something like moonlight. His chest rose against mine, strong and steady.
The world outside vanished. There was only us, the heat of him, the sound of our breaths tangling together. His hand framed my face, thumb brushing a tear I hadn’t felt fall.
We stayed like that, the storm crashing beyond the cliffs, time unraveling around us. For a while, it felt like the world had finally righted itself. The promise kept. The vow fulfilled.
“What happens,” I whispered, mournful, “When tonight is over. Where will you go?”
He pressed his lips to my forehead. His lack of a response serving as the response. He either doesn’t know, or doesn’t want to tell me. I clutch his face in my hands, staring deeply into his dark amber eyes.
“My Jacob,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch as though the weight of my palms anchored him here. When he opened them again, the firelight caught the amber in his irises.
“Every time I see you,” he said softly, “it feels like the first.”
Before I could answer, he bent toward me. The air between us sparked as his lips found mine. The kiss was slow, reverent. His mouth so warm and sure, his hands framed my face as if to hold me steady against the pull of the sea itself.
The room around us vanished. There was no sound of the waves, the fire, or even the storm. There was only him.
His forehead rested against mine, our noses touching. His hands dropped to my waist, thumbs making soothing circles. He felt my spine straighten, my breath deepen. His hands traveled up my body as if he'd unlearned me in death, and now he was relearning every curve, every hollow.
His mouth was against mine again, kissing me deeper this time. He walked me backwards until my knees hit the edge of the bed, I fell gently onto my back, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him. The fire roared in the background, light dancing across his face and highlighting the amber ribbons in his eyes.
“I have waited lifetimes to touch you again,” He began, voice shaking, “but should you not let me, I have no qualms. Seeing you here, like this, is more than I could ever ask for.”
His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, his hot breath sending shivers down my neck. I turned my head slightly, our noses touching, foreheads pressing together. My hands slid from his face to his chest, feeling the solid beat of his heart beneath my palms. He felt so real, so… alive, that I’d almost forgotten he hadn’t always been.
“My sweet Jacob, I do want you to. It’s been so long.”
I ran my fingers down his chest, to his stomach. His shirt gaped open. Silver chains hung in my view, swinging delicately from his neck. Coins and keys adorned them, with one beautifully decorated hinged oval pendant. I stared at it, my heart aching at the sight. For an inexplicable reason, perhaps instinct, I reached for it.
The face of the locket popped open and my suspicions were confirmed when there, crusted in salt and dimmed with age, was a portrait of a woman. A portrait of me.
Her hair was different, her dress old and modest, but she was me. Her eyes were my eyes, like looking through a mirror to another world. One where I was Jacob’s, and he is mine. Except, that is this world, I reminded myself. Jacob is here, waiting for me, even if only for tonight.
I released the pendant and my eyes were met with the same look he gave me all those years ago. The last look he gave me. The look of grief. This time, however, it was not grief for a loss to be suffered. No, it was grief for the time we missed, and a long awaited hopefulness for what the remainder of the night would bring.
I pulled his face towards mine, his breath to my breath. His body loomed over mine, strong and warm and real. I ached for him, longing to feel a touch I remembered yet never experienced in this life. In this body.
His lips pressed warm kisses to my jaw and trailed them down my neck. My back arched into him as his fingers, calloused from years of shipwork, gripped my waist. His lips stopped at the exposed skin between my breasts, those warm amber eyes flicking up beneath his brow to meet mine.
“I can hear your heart beating faster.” He whispered, his hands sliding up my sides agonizingly slow, thumbs brushing against the undersides of my breasts. “Your body remembers me.”
His hands continued their ascent, fingers splaying across my collarbone before hooking under the straps of my nightgown. He pulled them down slowly, his knuckles grazing along my shoulders as he exposed my skin to the cool night air. "Let me see you," he murmured, his voice low and rough with centuries-old longing.
The thin nightgown slipped down my body, catching on hardened nipples. A soft moan escapes me as his thumbs brush over them, freeing the silken fabric. He pulled it down past my hips, letting it pool at the base of the bed. He swallowed hard, taking in the sight of my body like a man starved.
"Darling, you're even more beautiful than I remember," he growled, his hands spanning my waist possessively. His knees hit the warped floorboards as he pressed tiny, teasing kisses to my hips, my belly button. My body shuddered as his touch deepened, his warm, calloused fingers digging into my thighs and slowly spreading them apart. "Let me in, my sweet. You used to love it when I did this for you. Do you still love it?"
I nod my head eagerly. My knees fall apart, giving him full reign of me. Submitting to him in the most delicate way. He kissed the sensitive thin skin of my inner thighs gently before his tongue parted me. A gasp racked from my chest as he lapped at me. His hands were gripping at my backside, pulling me into his face.
The pleasure consumes me immediately. I writhed gently in tandem with the waves crashing against the cliffs outside. The point of his nose grazed my clit with every rock of my hips. My vision blurred. I felt his finger enter me as his tongue swirled against my most sensitive spot, sucking me into his warm mouth and dragging my senses with it. My legs clamped against him and I became one with the sea. Waves crashed over me as the ceiling came alive with colors. Purple, blue, green, and then brown. Warm, whiskey-toned amber. The most beautiful color.
When I returned to my body, Jacob was a mess. Hair disheveled from my thighs, face pinked and dewy. I opened my mouth to apologize for leaving him this way, but he was already on his feet. I watched as his shirt fell loose, button by button, until it joined my nightgown on the floor.
He stepped closer, his chest bare and lightly sculpted. I could see the definition of every muscle, the scars from a hard life lived upon the sea. A soft smattering of hair peeked just above his waistband. He unbuttoned his pants slowly, and his eyes never left mine as I worked my way backwards up the bed.
His gaze was hungry and needy, watching me sort myself amongst the flimsy inn pillows. When his face caught the firelight, I could see the rouge from my lips decorated his chin and jaw. He crawled to me on the bed, now as bare for me as I was for him and aching, a sight I knew I had seen before but one that would stick with me forever.
His hands made a cage around my head. His face hung just above mine, warm breath mingling with mine. I felt him, heavy and hard against my thigh.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” He whispered, his voice hoarse. “Every night since the last time I saw you, I dreamed of you. I have walked the shores every year hoping you’d come back to me.”
I captured him in a kiss, soft and sweet and needy.
“I came back. I’m here,” I whispered.
“You are here.” His mouth was on me again, his hands finding purchase of my breasts. My legs draped over his back, and I felt the sharp edges of his hipbone press into me. I wanted him, needed him, missed him. In every sense of the words. I thanked the heavens for bringing me back to my Jacob as my eyes rolled with the gentle bites to my collarbone.
He stroked himself gently while one toned arm held him above me. The sight of him was sinful. Nothing would compare to this moment. It was new yet familiar, filled with excitement and longing. I never wanted to look at anything else for the rest of my life. If all my thoughts were of the way he glistened as he readied himself for me, I would be fulfilled.
I believed the feeling of his knuckles grazing against my clit had been heaven until he pressed into me. He pushed into me slowly, as if to savor it. I didn’t know if it was for my sake, or for his, but the look on his face suggested it was wholly selfish. He stilled immediately, his face distraught with pleasure. Inch by agonizing inch, he pulled away from me before filling me again. Each thrust sent him deeper and deeper, as if he was reclaiming his territory, little by little.
“Jacob…” My voice was a strained whisper, “I need you, I need more.”
He pushed into me fully with a shuddered breath. His forehead met mine, his lips parted. The delicate silver hanging from his neck rested against my chin.
“You’re so beautiful. So tight… warm… perfect for me. It’s almost too much.”
A deep groan escaped his chest as he moved in me. His pace quickened, causing gentle sounds of praise to fall from my lips. Sweat dripped down his stomach, illuminated by the dancing firelight.
He captured my lips in a forceful kiss, swallowing the praises and keeping them for himself. One strong hand tangled in my hair before moving to grip my thigh possessively. The bed shook with the intensity of his movements. Centuries of pent-up longing unleashed. He was frenzied, desperate.
He reached a spot inside me that made my back arch off of the bed. He swallowed the cry with another deep kiss. His fingers tightened on me, grabbing at my thighs, my hips, my ass, anything he could grab hold of. His hips pummeled that sweet spot mercilessly. He knew my body, even after all this time. He knew just how to touch it, how to make it scream for him.
"You feel even better than I remember," he panted against my lips, never slowing his pace. "Your body was made just for me."
His thumb found my clit, circling it perfectly in time with his thrusts. My body arched and writhed and clamped tight around him as he tore through me.
"Fuck," he cursed, his head fell to my shoulder. The familiar scent of salty tobacco invaded my senses, warm and comforting. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come…" He nearly whimpered. He lifted my leg higher, changing the angle and burying himself so deep I swore I could feel him in my lungs.
“Jacob…” I whimpered, mewling like a pathetic mess.
“I know, my love. I know… Take what you need,” he cooed. The pressure of his thumb increased as he continued the delicious attack on my senses. I ground my hips upward, meeting his thrusts like the waves meet the shore. The firelight grew brighter, the wind outside howled louder. Everything was more intense. I looked up at my darling Jacob through squinted eyes, trying hard to keep myself together. I knew he could feel it too, the intensity, the hunger. The storm was taking us over. My ship was sinking and he was going down with it.
He was holding out for me, like a captain under fire ensuring his crew made it to safety. A lighthouse standing strong amidst the winds. I wanted to prolong it, I wanted to make it last forever, I wanted him to live inside me and never leave me again. His brows knit together as the knot tightened deep within me and I knew I had to let go, for both of us. My nails dug into his back, pulling him into ecstasy with me as I finally let the waves crash over us. He buried himself deep within me, a strangled groan filling the space between us. The fire burst from the hearth, the storm outside slammed the shutters open, and the oil lamp on the bedside table popped with a flare before burning out.
The room was dark and quiet then, save for our labored breaths. It was as if nothing outside of him existed anymore, and that was plenty for me. He brought a hand up to my face, freeing the sweat-soaked hair from my forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to it. I felt so happy I could cry.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Somewhere in the night, the storm gentled. Rain softened to a hush against the panes, and the fire settled into a low orange breath. I must have drifted off, curled into a warmth that wasn’t a blanket, lulled by a comforting heartbeat.
When I woke, the room was gray-blue with the hour before dawn. For a beat my chest went cold. The old fear rose. The same fear I had felt before when I watched him leave me. I feared emptiness, the indentation of a body not there, a vow spent. I reached out, bracing for air.
My hand met skin. Warm. Steady.
“Easy,” Jacob murmured, voice rough with sleep. His thumb traced the back of my knuckles where they rested over his heart.
“I thought…” My throat tightened around the old ache. “I thought you’d be gone.”
He shook his head, the corner of his mouth tilting the way it always had when he wanted to soothe me. “I waited centuries,” he said quietly. “I could never leave you again.”
The window shutters creaked quietly on a gentle breath of wind. Beyond them, the lantern on the rocks was dark at last. I had him. I had his warmth, his breath ghosting my temple, the smell of him caught in the linen.
“But… how?” I whispered. It felt like a child’s question, and still the only one I could muster.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Because you remembered.” A softer smile. “Because you needed me. The sea let go.”
I closed my eyes, letting that settle. The familiar old bones of the inn creaked, while gulls announced the break of day with distant cries.
“I’m sorry I didn’t remember sooner.” I whispered, a slight crack in my voice. “I’m sorry you had to wait all this time.”
His hand skimmed a slow path down my spine, as if reassuring himself of me the way I’d just done of him.
“You did the best that you could. You came back to me, and that’s all that matters. Every day I spent looking for you was worth it. Every year I waited made finally finding you that much sweeter.”
“Stay,” I said, the smallest word I had for the biggest thing I wanted.
“As long as you’ll have me,” he answered, the kind of hopeful promise that belongs to morning.
We laid there and watched the sun peek shyly over the edge of the sea. We watched it rise to bring the first sunny day I’d seen since arriving in Whispering Harbor. When the light finally touched his face, he didn’t fade. He only looked at me as if he’d been waiting all this time just to see my eyes in daylight.
Outside, the tide turned quietly, calm. Inside, he laced our fingers together, and the world felt new.
Pairings: Jake Kiszka x bisexual!reader, Jake Kiszka x female OC, reader x female OC
Word Count: 8.9k
Warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!! swearing, flirting, unfaithfulness (kinda), possessiveness, jealousy, some arguing, mentions of drinking, LGBTQ topics SMUT: kissing, touching, dirty talk, sexually implicit language, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), unprotected sex, biting, slight dom/sub dynamic, dominance switching, threesome, slight breeding kink, hint of a praise kink
A/N: Well… I guess you can say that I was inspired by certain recent events. This is all a work of fiction, of course! I took inspiration and ran with it from there… The title is inspired by A Kiss by The Driver Era :) This fic is in collaboration with my good friend @dancingcarbon! We hope you enjoy it ;) *it’s only lightly edited ok so sorry for any typos*
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“Ten minutes ‘til we hit the stage– places in five!” you hear echo through the hallway beyond the dressing room door. You’re lounging comfortably on the sofa, legs hanging off the armrest as you scroll through your social media and wait for the show to start. When you hear the call for places, you flip your phone over and place it on your lap to look over at Jake, who’s finishing getting ready in the mirror across the room from you. You watch as he takes one last look in the mirror, then turns and strides toward you with a smug smile.
“How do I look?” he asks, smirking as he places his hands on either side of the couch and hovers over you, bending slightly to allow his face to be level with yours. You smile wide as you look up at him, brushing your hands softly on the expensive, beautiful material of his jacket. Your eyes meet his, tightly lined with eyeliner and half-lidded from the two glasses of whiskey he already had.
“You look sexy as always, my love…” you answer, leaning your lips upward to catch his, kissing him quickly before the two of you get up and walk toward the door. His arm snakes around your waist as he opens the door for you, smacking your ass playfully as you walk out the door in front of him. Entering the hallway, you see the other guys not too far ahead of you, heading toward the stage. You intended to watch the show from the wings tonight rather than sitting in seats, since you were here alone and figured you’d get the best view there.
This wasn’t your first rodeo. You and Jake have been dating since all the way back when they used to play in bars, and you’ve been by him every step of the way. You’ve been his biggest fan and supporter, coming to as many shows of each tour as the paid time off at your job would allow. Luckily for you, dating the lead guitarist of a famous rock band was a pretty good excuse to miss work.
Your job gives you a lot of leeway in terms of submitting assignments, since it’s more on the freelancer side of things, so you always have plenty of opportunities to join him and the band on tour. You’ve already been to plenty of shows on this leg of the tour, but Jake insisted on you coming along to all of them once again.
“Cone on, you’re my lucky charm, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he pulled you into him. It was the day before they were meant to leave for the next branch of the tour, and he was desperately trying to get you to come along.
“Jake, I can’t this time. I have a huge project due next week, I can’t just go halfway across the country with you,” you said, groaning frustratedly as you tried to escape his hold on you, but failing miserably. His right hand came up to brush your hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek softly as he pled with you.
“You can do it remotely, I’m sure they’ll understand,” he said, using his pointer finger to lift your chin and look you in the eye. “I need you there.” As his eyes bore into yours intensely, you caved in.
“Fine…” you groaned as he captured you in a kiss, smiling against your lips.
“You won’t regret this,” he said.
As you approach the wings of the stage, Jake turns around one more time before walking up to the catwalk, cupping your cheeks to kiss your lips softly.
“This is all for you, my love,” he whispers against your lips. You smirk as your arms wrap around his waist, your hands squeezing his hips tightly.
“Considering how hot and bothered you get on that stage sometimes, I would hope it’s all for me…” you whisper against his ear. Your fingers ghost over the bare skin of his abdomen and a shiver runs through him as you feel his cock grow hard against you through his pants.
“Careful, sweetheart… How am I supposed to play a show when you start saying things like that,” he says, kissing down your jaw.
“I suppose you’ll just have to wait,” you say with a smug smile as a stage manager calls him over to him. He shoots you a quick wink, then walks over to the stage and slides his guitar on over his head. You watch as the overture starts to approach the end and he walks up the stairs to wait along the back catwalk for the curtain to drop.
You decide to move closer to the front of the wings, standing far enough back to not be seen by the crowd, but close enough to be able to see both the band and the fans in the pit below. You see all of their excited faces as they scream for the guys, the anticipation building slowly.
The curtain finally falls and the crowd loses their minds watching them open the show. You look out into the pit to watch their reactions one by one– people-watching is one of your favorite pastimes, especially when it comes to the fans and seeing their excitement. It’s something that always thrilled you from the start.
As your eyes pan to each fan on the barricade, they’re immediately halted on one individual in the center. God, she was beautiful. All of Greta Van Fleet’s fans are beautiful– it’s just a consistent factor when they make sure beautiful music— but this girl genuinely stopped you in your tracks.
Her long dirty blonde hair sat on her shoulder in a loose wave, with a few pieces pinned back in the front with barretts shaped like stars. Her makeup was gorgeous, with several small rhinestones sitting delicately underneath her eyes, lighting up her face even more. Her top was tight and had a deep neckline, which made it impossible for you to look away.
You’ve always known you were bisexual from a young age, this isn’t new. You’ve been with plenty of girls before, even before Jake came along. It’s something you were completely open about with Jake and it added for some spicy dynamics, whether it be talking about a girl you both found attractive, hitting on girls in front of him, or sometimes even engaging in a harmless make-out at a bar while locking eyes with him over her shoulder. Taking it a step further and bringing someone into the bedroom had been something both of you were interested in– you’ve discussed different boundaries and comfort levels but when it came to the reality of organizing one, you both agreed that it occurring organically felt better.
As your eyes continue to explore her, they land on her hands that sit atop the barricade and you notice the small sign that she’s holding. You can’t make out exactly what it says from this far away, but you’re certain that it has Jake’s name on it.
Of course– all of the sexiest girls are Jake fans. How could you blame them? He’s ungodly talented, sexy, confident, and more. At times it’s been hard to keep the slight twinge of jealousy at bay. As Jake struts down the upper catwalk toward the front of the stage, her eyes are glued to him. You can’t help but wish that she’d look at you that way, with lust, admiration, and desire.
As you continue to steal glances throughout the set, you notice that she’s starting to return your eye contact. To your surprise, this time she looked past Jake and directly at you, breaking eye contact to look down blushing to herself, before pushing her hair behind her ear, meeting your eyes once again with her bottom lip between her teeth. It felt good to get a little bit of what Jake gets each night, a harmless flirtatious from afar. Or from afar you thought.
As the show went on, you tried your best to keep your mind off of her. You chose to watch Jake instead, which certainly did the trick. Watching as he rutted his hips against his guitar always made your legs clench shut with want for him, and he knew it too. You knew he did it more often when he knew you were watching, making it feel like a dirty little secret between you two.
When Jake began thrusting against his guitar and throwing his head back as he began his solo for The Archer, instead of staying on him, your eyes shot to the girl in the crowd. You stifle a quiet moan from leaving your mouth as you see the expression on her face as she watches your boyfriend play. It’s lustful and full of need, sending shockwaves right to your core.
You look back at Jake and see his eyes are on you, which makes your desire so much deeper. You can’t decipher the look on his face, but it’s passionate and so hot. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, he starts to approach the steps toward the floor. What the fuck is he doing?
You watch as he makes his way to the pit, his solo still raging on. He approaches the barricade, playing out a long, whiny note as his eyes find a girl in the crowd– your girl. You finally have a good view of the sign she’s holding: “I’m a Jake Girl”.
You almost can’t believe your eyes as Jake looks down at the sign with a smirk then looks back up at the girl, leaning up and kissing her on the cheek. Her face lights up, her cheeks turning pink as he smiles at her. As Jake returns to strutting down the barricade, you catch her glimpsing back up at you with a look that only spurred your lust. Not in a combative challenge, but as almost a nod to what you’ve managed to lock down. There was something about it that only spurred your nefarious thoughts.
You just stand there in the wings slackjacked as he walks toward his usual spot on the stage, finishing up his solo and waiting for Josh to come back out on stage. What the hell just happened? And why did you feel more turned on than jealous?
You manage to channel the multitude of emotions from Jake’s little stunt and enjoy the rest of the show. Jake avoided your attention entirely, exiting on the other side of the stage before the encore. Soon enough, the encore ends and the band says their goodbyes, exiting the stage. He finally walks off to the side of the stage, handing off his guitar to a tech while looking for you but you are nowhere to be found. You had told his tech to tell him you’d see him in his dressing room.
Over the years, you both have your moments of being the one in control during sex, but more often than not, he ends up being the dominant one. If this was any other night, you would know that you would pay for your attitude later tonight. This time, however, you have much different plans.
After a short detour, you stroll into his dressing room to find Jake unwinding, taking off his jacket and kicking off his boots. “There you are, where were you?” he asks, somewhat annoyed.
“Nowhere important, don’t worry about it” you respond nonchalantly as you proceed further into the room.
“Enjoy the show?” he cheekily asks.
“Not as much as you apparently” you return his tone with a look over your shoulder. A smug grin crosses his face as he runs his fingers over his mustache. You continue to the vanity, picking up a towel sitting there and throwing it towards him. He chooses to ignore your passive-aggressive comment for now and proceeds with his post-show routine, removing his stage makeup.
“The crowd went crazy tonight during my solo during Lover, Leaver,” he says proudly as he wipes the towel across his face. A sly smile crosses your face, still turned away, as the game and your strategy perfectly revealed itself, this was going to be fun, two can play this game but you’d be the winner.
“Oh, did they? I’m sorry babe, I must have missed that,” you answer coldly, focusing on your phone with your back still to him. In the mirror, you saw him stop and lower the towel from his face to reveal a confused look. You have him exactly where you want him. You look up from your phone and catch his eyes in the reflection, his puzzled look begging you to elaborate.
“I’m sure it was great, love,” you continue while finishing up on your phone, “I just wasn’t really paying attention to you.” You slip your phone into your pocket and turn around, leaning against the vanity with your hands placed on it behind you.
“My eyes were drawn elsewhere tonight… distracted, if you will, by someone else,” you continue, looking across at him to gauge his reaction. His confused look quickly turned into a sour one. You could see his mind churning, searching for what you meant or who you meant, recounting instances of his brothers’ antics to determine what could have pulled your eyes. You pressed off the vanity, slowly walking over towards him.
“Am I confusing you? I thought I might,” you say smugly. His brows furrow as you continue. “Sorry about that. I’m just still feeling a bit hot and bothered thinking about this girl who caught my eye during your show… God, she was just stunning…”
You saw it in his eyes that he’s connected the dots before they slightly roll back and he quickly bit his lip to contain himself. The game was afoot. You place your hands on his shoulders, continuing to back him up onto the couch. With him seated, you climb on top of him, leaning down to his ear.
“Seems like you thought so too,” you whisper as you place a light peck below his ear. You feel his vocal cords vibrate against your lips on his neck as he finally mutters out an answer.
“Did I turn you on baby?” he asks, his arms wrapping around your waist. How arrogant. You pulled your lips off his neck just enough to respond to his inquiry.
“She did,” you breathe out, hot against his ear, hearing a soft whimper tumble from his lips as you move to his other ear. “All you did was make me competitive, so now I unfortunately have to get a taste for myself.” You feel his dick harden in his pants below you as his hands tighten around your hips.
“Fuck,” he shuttered out, looking at you with darkened eyes.
“If you want to have your cake and eat it too, then so can I,” you say smartly, looking down at him, half-lidded with desire. His hands on your hips pushed you down into his lap, grinding his throbbing, hard cock against your clothed core.
“Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he spoke out in an attempt to gain back some control.
“You’re more than welcome to call my bluff,” you chuckled before your phone pinged with a notification. You pulled back from Jake and retrieved your phone from your back pocket, still straddling him as you read the notification.
“Ah, have to go,” you spoke as you stood up off of him with no further explanation.
“Where could you possibly be going?” he smugly spit out as he sat there confidently thinking that he was about to win this round of your little game, getting you as the reward. God, this was going to be good.
“To have my cake and eat her too,” you answer convincingly, holding up your phone to show a selfie of the girl from the show, sitting at the bar of your hotel. At that, you grab your bag and head for the door.
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Jake had no less sprinted out after you the second you left his dressing room, clad only in his black pants. As he attempted to adjust himself to conceal his obvious erection, you dropped the game momentarily to discuss the prospect of a threesome finally becoming a reality.
You told Jake about how you grabbed a copy of the setlist, scribbled a message asking her to meet you both for a drink, and convinced a security guard to run it out to her. You had lingered for a moment to ensure she got it and immediately felt your phone buzz with a message.
“What did she say?” Jake quickly asked, pulling you back into the present moment and turning his head around to ensure no one was privy to the conversation.
“That she would love to buy me a drink,” you smirked out. His face sank a bit as you teased him, “Oh, and she said you were welcome too, of course.” The reality of the situation seemed to hit Jake as he once again nervously ran his hand over this mustache.
“Now hurry up, rinse off, and get changed, the Uber is 11 minutes away and I think we’d both prefer that you buy us those drinks,” you say casually, walking toward the exit. When he didn’t move, you started to wonder if you had pushed him too far. But the second you turn back around and open your mouth to speak, Jake’s lips crash against yours as he grips your face between his hands.
“I want this, don’t worry, I do. But fuck Y/N, seeing you like this and how much you want it… this side of you is so hot, I almost came in my pants just from you talking like that in my dressing room,” he admits, looking down at you with a smile. You laugh and felt the game pick up again as you swatted his ass.
“It’s just a drink, let’s just feel it out, okay?” you say, backing out of his grip to turn back toward the door. “Now, get a move on!”
The ride back to the hotel had been unremarkable, given the back of an Uber didn’t seem the best place to speak freely about a threesome. But words weren’t needed right now. You exchanged some knowing glances and squeezes and those non-verbal interactions did all the talking. You felt incredibly lucky to be with a man who let an essential part of you, your sexuality, exist freely.
He’d done that the entire time you’ve been together of course, but he never once fetishized your sexuality and that’s why it was important to you that you were the one to orchestrate this adventure. You were at a point in your relationship that never existed in priors where you felt nothing but excitement to share this with him. As you returned to the hotel, hand in hand, you exchanged one last look before entering the bar.
“We can stop at any time, okay? Whether that’s after a drink, a kiss, or whenever. There are zero expectations,” you assure him quietly. He quickly kisses your cheek and whispers, “I love you.”
You smile and squeeze his hand, “Shall we?” you ask. “After you, my love.”
As you turn to the darkly lit bar, you spot her tucked away in a back corner booth, the sultriness of the ambiance only spurring you on more. She notices you enter, her face lighting up as she waves to acknowledge you. You wave back with one hand, Jake’s in your other as you weave through the room toward the booth.
“I hope you don’t mind I started without you,” she says, nodding toward her nearly empty drink.
“Not at all,” you quickly smiled back, sliding into the booth next to her. “I know Jake would personally love to get you another, if you’d like,” you continue, breaking your eye contact with her to look at Jake as her own eyes follow.
“Would be my pleasure,” Jake replies with a shy smile. God, he looked even sexier under the dim candlelight. Her eyes darted back to you, almost nervously.
“I’m a tequila girl so I’m getting a tequila soda, what are you drinking?” you ask reassuringly. “I’d love a rum and coke,” she replies.
“Coming right up,” Jake says with a smile before retreating to the bar as you turn back to her.
“Hi,” you say cheerfully. “I guess we haven’t actually introduced ourselves… I’m Y/N.”
“I’m Sadie,” she says with a smile. Almost out of instinct, you held out your hand to shake hers.
“It’s nice to–” Before you can finish, she ignores both your hand and response, leaning in to plant a light kiss on your cheek… and just like that, the fire inside you is reignited. At the same moment, Jake returned with your drinks.
“Ah, getting acquainted I see,” he says as he sets the drinks down before sliding in next to you.
“Just playing catch up,” you return with a wink, getting a chuckle out of them both. “Jake, this is Sadie,” you introduce. “Nice to meet you, Sadie,” Jake says with a smile.
All three of you chuckle, given the circumstances, then you continue to strike up the conversation to get to know each other better. The conversation flows comparable to the drinks in front of you, as if you were old friends but with so much to explore with each other. Jake eventually retreated for another round of drinks for the table. As Sadie puts down her empty glass, she leans onto the table toward you.
“I just have to say, you have the most stunning eyes,” she whispers, her eyes glossy as she looks at you with desire. She was close enough for you to smell the rum on her breath, turning you on even more.
“I could say the same about you,” you retort with your glass in hand, chewing on the straw. Sadie leans in and pushes a fallen piece of hair back behind your ear then replaces her hand with her lips, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your earlobe. A shiver shoots down your spine and you know that the spark has definitely been lit.
Jake returns silently, admiring the moment as he quietly slides himself back into the booth. You look back at him with a look of lust and admiration and he returns your prideful look with a slight nod as you turn back to face Sadie.
“Hey, if it’s something you might be interested in…” you began to blurt out, without any idea of what you were going to say next. Jake almost sensing it, jumping in to finish the question for you, taking the weight off of your shoulders.
“I sent our drinks up to our room, if you would like to join us upstairs for a nightcap,” he says, a hint of seductiveness coating his voice. “Or, we are also more than happy to just have one more down here and call it a night. It’s entirely your choice, of course.”
You looked back at Jake, he somehow managed to perfectly capture your thoughts and sentiments in the gentle manner you were seeking. Oh, how you loved this man. You both watch a slight blush populate Sadie’s face as she looks up at you.
“I am definitely interested in the nightcap option,” she says with a shy smile, placing her hand on your thigh with ardor in her eyes.
The late hour had afforded a quiet hallway to which you did your best to stifle your conversation and laughter, arriving at your hotel room door. Jake quickly flashes the keycard and holds the door for you both to enter. Your nightcap round has already arrived and was sitting on the coffee table where you all gathered around. Jake had opted for tequila on the rocks and given the time that had span, the rocks were no more.
“I am going to grab some ice, hang tight,” he announced before grabbing the ice bucket and exiting the room. You turned back to Sadie, whose eyes were already locked on you.
“I hope you know how badly I want you,” Sadie said, closing the space between you two on the couch. You felt your body start to warm from her proximity, growing wetter by the minute from her tits on full display as she leans forward toward you.
“I think I have an idea,” you respond playfully, reaching for the back of her neck. You pull her into you, your lips finally meeting after you’d been craving it all night. In one fluid motion, you lean her back against the couch and straddle her– the second time you’ve been in this position tonight. You return your lips to her mouth and continue, hearing the keycard unlock the door. You smirk to yourself, feeling ready for the games to begin. After a moment, you manage to pull your lips away and look over to see Jake standing at the end of the couch, his cock hardening at the sight.
“I’m sorry baby,” you say in your best sultry voice. “I couldn’t wait to get a taste of her, since you’ve already gotten one tonight.” You grab Sadie’s chin, turning her face towards Jake, and lick a long strip up her exposed neck, from her collarbone to ear, before taking her earlobe into your mouth, finishing with it between your teeth, locking eyes again with Jake in the process. “She tastes so sweet.”
Sadie whimpers softly as you feel her clench her thighs below you. You watch a soft yet pronounced “Fuck” fall from Jake's lips as he began to palm himself over his pants. The feeling of getting both Sadie and Jake off with your action alone has your head spinning and your heat dripping. You pull off of Sadie’s ear with a pop, leaning back up.
“Join us, baby,” you say in Jake’s direction. Jake hurriedly slams the ice bucket down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Sadie.
“Can I take this off?” Sadie inquires with her hands on the bottom of your shirt as she sits up slightly.
“By all means,” you shoot back playfully. With your shirt off, you reposition yourself with one knee in between Sadie’s legs and one in between Jake’s, straddling their two thighs. You lean into Jake, meeting his mouth and licking into it while Sadie works to open the couple of buttons left on Jake’s shirt.
Your hand meets Jake’s on your cheek and you take his in yours, guiding it to curl around Sadie’s shoulder. They both blush shyly at first before you place a hand on the back of Sadie’s neck. Slowly, you lean back and guide their mouths together, nodding for them to kiss. Once their lips meet, you move towards Jake’s now exposed neck, planting sloppy, open-mouth kisses all over. You feel him moan into Sadie’s mouth and your core begins to drip, picturing how his brows were probably furrowing.
You take the opportunity with them both engaged to remove your bra as you sit on top of them. As if sensing it, they both come up for air and appraise your bare chest, sending an intoxicating high throughout your body. To your surprise, Sadie leans in first, going straight for your tit and taking it into your mouth. Fuck, her mouth feels good. As she swirls her tongue around your hardened nipple, Jake places sloppy kisses down your neck until he reaches your other nipple, mimicking Sadie and taking it into his mouth. The gasp that escapes your mouth startles even yourself, and their collective moans against your skin suggest that they were satisfied with your reaction.
“Holy fuck,” you shutter out as you mindlessly, in search of relief, grind against where their two thighs met below you. You can feel Sadie growing wet against your knee and your wandering hand finds Jake’s dick, hard and throbbing against his pants. He moans again slightly as you palm his length, releasing your nipple from his mouth as his hand comes up to your cheek.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re a goddess,” he whispers, loud enough for Sadie to hear, moaning against your nipple in agreement. You bite your lip and whimper slightly before breaking free of Jake’s grip and lifting Sadie’s head off your chest to connect with her mouth briefly.
“Jakey, those pants look so tight and constricting, why don’t you get more comfortable?” you say before taking Sadie back in your mouth. As Jake stands up to shed layers, you slowly undress Sadie to match your current topless state and return the favor to her chest.
“Oh god, Y/N, your mouth feels so good,” she sighs out. You looked up at her, taking in her blissed-out state and you can’t help but grind down on her. You both let out a breathy moan at the sensation and you hear Jake groan quietly behind you as he continues to palm himself over his briefs, watching you ride her.
You sit back up, one arm resting on the back of the couch while the other sits on Sadie’s knee as you continue to grind against her slowly, relieving you both. Her hands meet your hips and guide you, the friction being exactly what she needs. You catch Jake’s eyes, seemingly thankful to even be witnessing such erotica. You call him over and tilt your head all the way back to look directly up while he stands over you and leans down to meet your lips. Pulling away, you lock eyes with Sadie, exchanging a shared look.
“I think it’s time we give our Jakey boy here some attention, what do you think Sadie?” you schemed with a smirk.
“Only if you think he deserves it,” Sadie replies, running her hands over your body and taking your tit into her mouth once more. Her jumping in playfully only spurs your arousal and you watch Jake’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head as he stands over you both. You chuckle before standing up off Sadie and walking behind Jake, resting your hands on his shoulders softly.
“Do you want that Jake?” you tease, your breath ghosting against the shell of his ear. “Your cock must be practically dripping, do want us to give you some relief, baby?” You feel his entire body shutter against you as he licks his lips and nods his head furiously.
“Fuck, yeah baby…” he answers breathlessly. “Want your mouth on my cock so bad.” His admission only strokes your dominant front even more as you lick up his neck to his ear and reach around to palm him over his briefs.
“I was actually hoping I could see Sadie’s mouth on your cock…” you whisper against his ear. Unable to contain the guttural moan that escaped his chest, he leans his head back against you, your words and touch hardening his cock even more. “Is that okay, baby?” you ask, egging him on. You feel him nod against you and you look over at Sadie, giving her a wink as she rises off the couch to approach you both, dropping to her knees.
“I am going to slide these off,” you whisper into Jake’s ear, lowering his briefs and freeing his leaking cock, before Sadie pulls them down the rest of the way.
“Something to get you started,” you say teasingly as you run your hand through your own dripping core before reaching back around and pumping Jake’s throbbing cock with your arousal. Jake gasps at the contact as you both look down to watch your hand pump him, coating him with yourself. Looking down, you see Sadie bite her lip at your action, making you moan into Jake’s ear. You give Jake one last stroke before letting go.
“May I?” you hear Sadie squeak out innocently. You smile down at her as Jake stays silent, almost as if he’s deferring the decision to you.
“Jake, be polite and ask her nicely if she will please put your cock in her pretty mouth” you command, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. You hear his breath catch before he looks down at her and breathily moans out, “Sadie, will you please put my cock in your pretty mouth?” Sadie smiles and nods before opening her mouth.
“Good boy,” you whisper against his skin as you lick at his ear from behind him, sliding your arms around his waist and placing them on his chest, holding him tight. You were in this together and wanted to be as close to him as possible. As Sadie takes Jake into her mouth, Jake lets out a deep groan and drops one of his arms back to grip your thigh, as if searching for something to sturdy him.
“You doing okay, baby?” you ask. As Jake starts to answer, your hand shoots up from his chest to his mouth to cover it. “I was asking Sadie,” you continue. “You okay, Sadie baby? You’re treating Jake’s cock so nicely.” Sadie simply hums her affirmative, not even bothering to take Jake’s cock out of her mouth and you feel Jake moan against your hand at the vibration. You withdraw from behind him and press against his side as he quickly pulls you in, squeezing your hips so hard, you’re sure they’d bruise.
“Sadie looks so sexy with your cock in her pretty mouth, doesn’t she Jakey?” Numb from the pleasure, Jake simply hums out the affirmative, just as Sadie did, only to be met with you twisting his nipple. “Nah-uh, baby, manners,” you scold him. “Say thank you to Sadie for treating your cock so nicely.” Jake winced in pleasure before managing to get out, “Thank you for sucking my cock so nicely Sadie.”
You turn your attention to look at Sadie now– god, she did look fucking incredible with Jake’s beautiful cock in her mouth. You can’t help but get turned on just by the sight of it. You lower yourself down to kneel beside her as you press kisses up her shoulder, clearing her hair away from her neck. “You are being so good to Jake, let me be good for you,” you whisper as you lick up her neck.
She sighs so softly as your hand rakes over her chest and slowly finds its way to her heat. You stop at the hem of her thong before continuing further down.
“Is this alright, baby?” you watch as she pulls off of Jake for air, using it to beg you to continue before taking Jake back in her mouth. You dip your hand into her heat as you smirk up at Jake. You immediately made contact with her swollen, sensitive bud as she yelps out against Jake’s dick from the relief.
“Fuuuuuck, baby, it feels so fucking good when you make her whine like that around my cock,” Jake groans, throwing his head back. You chuckle as you continue to work Sadie’s clit, running your fingers through her folds.
“God, you are so fucking wet” you mutter as she moans lightly at your touch. You slip your fingers into her, eliciting a strong and loud moan that makes Jake quiver. As you work your fingers into her, rubbing her clit with your thumb, you reached the spot that made her push off Jake, gasping for air.
“Oh fuck, Y/N, fuck– your fingers feel incredible,” she spits out.
“Yeah? Right there, baby? God you’ve been so good to Jake, let me thank you properly” you answer, quickening your pace inside her.
“Holy shit, Y/N,” you heard Jake mutter while he lazily strokes himself as he watches you make Sadie unravel at your touch.
“Yes, YES! Fuck, oh my god, right there Y/N, please don’t stop,” Sadie screams out so needily that you can feel yourself dripping. “Let go, Sadie, we’ve got you, let me have it.” you chirp, bringing your other hand to work her clit and allow your other to reach up even further to her special spot and pump at a brutal pace.
“OH, fuck, Y/N, I’m gon- I’m gon-” Sadie yelped. “Cum? Baby, here’s hoping, come on,” you encourage.
You notice Jake has now lowered himself to your ear whispering “I’m not even touching myself and fuck– I could fucking cum Y/N, goddamn.”
You smirk back as you feel her squeeze around your fingers, right on the edge, so you lean in, placing your mouth around her nipple, pushing her into orgasmic ecstasy with your mouth as she screams out and rides your hand through her high, feeling her drip down your hand. After a moment, you slowly withdraw your soaked hand.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, that was amazing,” she says breathlessly as she comes down. “You’re amazing.”
“She sure fucking is, isn’t she?” Jake chimes in from behind you.
You lean into Sadie and plant a long kiss on her lips. You exchange a smile before starting to rise when she grabs your hand, looking up at you from her knees.
“Now let me show you how good you made me feel,” she seductively breathes out. You can feel your core dripping as you bite your lip. Nodding, she pulls herself up with your help, backing you both towards the bed. When the backs of her legs reach the bed, she drops to the floor, on her knees and you give her a confused look.
“I want to taste and please you the same way I did Jake, on my knees for you,” she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you run your hand through her hair and nod. Fuck, she keeps getting sexier, so eager to please you and Jake. You feel Jake’s breath on your neck as he stands behind you. “Fuck baby,” he mutters “You sure know how to pick ‘em…” he says, smirking into your skin as he presses his lips to your shoulder.
Without a second thought, Sadie buries her face into you, knocking the air right out of you with the way her tongue pierces your dripping cunt. “Oh fuck, Sadie,” you shutter out and you can feel her hum against your clit. You reach for her head for stability, when Jake chimes in from behind.
“Hold onto me, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispers, moving both of your arms to hold the back of his neck, essentially hanging onto him. He snakes his hands over your body, finally reaching your chest, as he buries his face into your neck the same way Sadie is currently doing so in your heat. You let out the most stinging moan as Sadie’s fingers slide inside you while Jake plays with your nipples, running his mouth all over your neck.
“That’s it, baby, just relax and enjoy. Let us worship you,” Jake says against your skin as Sadie concurs with a long hum over your clit, her fingers working you perfectly. Your chest continues to heave as Sadie shakes her head side to side through your heat, Jake peering down to watch, his cock hard against your ass.
“Mmmm, doesn’t she taste amazing, Sadie? The sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Jake rasps out. Sadie begins a nodding action, the feeling amazing, as her tongue laps at you in that motion and you can’t help but grind down onto Sadie’s face and she continues to work you with her fingers.
You are in a state of suspending euphoria you have never experienced before. The way Jake is leading you through it, pushing you further and further to the edge.
“Do you trust me?” you hear Jake say, ripping you out of your euphoric state. “What?” you ask, quickly turning your head to get a glimpse of him. “Of course,” you answer. Jake meets your lips and continues, “Go with me on this.” You nod, confused but willing.
He takes his left hand, wraps it around your front, pulling you back harshly, pressing you completely up against him, his cock painfully hard against your back. He peers over your shoulder, down at Sadie, snaking his right arm around your side before grabbing a handful of her hair.
“Sadie, I am going to try something, just stay still and if you want us to stop, double tap my leg.” She begins to nod but Jake pulls her off of you to get a verbal confirmation. “Got it,” she says, looking up at you, wiping her dripping chin with the back of her hand, eagerly returning her mouth to you as you shutter against her.
Jake tightens his grip around you and widens his stance, situating you two perfectly, almost fused together as one, with his cheek nuzzled up against yours. With a handful of Sadie’s hair, he begins to rock his hips. “Come on baby, rock with me,” he says. You begin to move with the rhythm of his hips, a loud drawn-out moan fills the heated air, your clit perfectly grinding against Sadie’s tongue.
“That’s it, love, let me grind you onto Sadie’s face.” His words alone send your mind reeling and you completely surrender to him. Your hands leave the back of his neck, falling to steady yourself on the bed behind Sadie, Jake following you to this new angle. He takes advantage of the increased mobility to press you hard against him, holding Sadie’s head steady for you, as he quickens his pace and begins to fuck you onto Sadie’s face faster. Jake’s own moans start to permeate the air as he humps his dick against your backside in search of desperate relief.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he spits out, licking at your ear. You can’t tell if it’s the actual pleasure or how fucking depraved this act is that has you chasing your high. Sadie continues her devastating pace with her tongue and fingers, only to reach around Jake and push you both hard into her mouth.
“Ah, fuck!” you yelp out and hear her moan against your clit. Jake’s own breathing is hot and heavy in your ear. “Fuck yes baby, that’s it.” He continues working you both into Sadie’s mouth as they get you close and starting to see stars.
“Oh fuck, you both feel so good” you breathe out.
“Is our pretty girl going to cum for us?” Jake says. “You going to finish all over Sadie’s pretty face?” Sadie pulls away for a moment, still working her fingers at a punishing pace. “Please Y/N, I want it, just like this” she spits out before returning her mouth to you.
You begin to white knuckle the sheets, “Fuck fuck fuck FUCK” you scream, “Cum for us baby, do it, do it Y/N,” Jake authoritatively breathes out.
With Sadie reaching deeper inside you, pointedly flicking at your clit, and Jake fucking you against her mouth with his dick hard and leaking against your back, you’re nearly catapulted into another dimension. Your body is almost weightless as Jake holds you and Sadie steadies you with her hands, now resting firmly on your hips. Your moans come out as screams as Sadie works your wet release out of you before you hear the sound of it hitting the marble tile below, the filthy sounds echoing throughout the room.
“Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” Jake breathes out as he peers further over you after feeling your orgasm on his bare feet. “That’s my good girl, that’s it, baby, fucking soak us.”
You are completely fucked out, Sadie’s lapping at your clit makes you spasm as the rest of your release gushes out and drips down her face. You stay hunched over, heaving, arms barely holding you up against the bed, as Sadie gently runs her hands up and down your thighs reassuringly and Jake peppers kisses on your back.
“Relax, Y/N. Just breathe baby, that’s it,” he speaks softly against your skin. After a moment, you catch your breath and find the strength to move one hand to Sadie’s face as she stays kneeling in front of you. You run your hand over her soaked face, letting out a breathy laugh that you two shared.
“Fuck Sadie, you are a marvel,” you breathe out.
“Y/N that has got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, you two are so fucking sexy,” she replies, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. You chuckle again at her words before reaching down to help her stand up before motioning to Jake.
“Come on baby, help me get her cleaned up,” you say, raising your eyebrow at him and he nods, getting the message loud and clear. You lead the charge, taking to one side of her face and Jake takes the other, cleaning your release right off of her face.
“Mmmmm” Jake hums. “You taste even better like this, if that’s even possible.” And just like that, you can feel your core dripping again. A devilish grin falls over your face.
“Speaking of taste, Sadie, I haven’t tasted you in the way I want to yet.” You watch Sadie’s eyes darken as you back her to the bed. You slowly lower you both onto the bed, as you crawl up to Sadie’s face, sucking kisses all over her neck, running your teeth over her collarbone as she melts into your touch. As you continue to trace your teeth over Sadie’s chest, you reflexively sink your teeth in and yelp out in response to feeling Jake’s warm mouth against your cunt.
“Sorry baby” you whisper up to Sadie before placing a gentle kiss on the bite. She smiles and takes your hair back behind your ear.
“Fuck, baby” you hear Jake moan against you. “I can still taste the fruits of Sadie’s labor and damn is it fucking sweet, mhmmm.” The sound of him slurping you only makes you drip more into his mouth before he pulls off and begins to stroke himself at the sight before him.
“I bet you taste just as sweet” you mumble over Sadie’s stomach, your mouth making its way down to her heat. You hear Sadie moan softly, placing kisses on her mound. “Sadie, baby…” you call out. She sits up on her elbows and looks at you.
“Do you think we should let Jake fuck me while I eat you out all nice and pretty?” You can almost hear Jake’s eyes roll back at your remark. Sadie flashes a devilish grin, looking back at him stroking himself behind your raised ass.
“He’s has been so good for us, hasn’t he?” she says smugly. The way she jumped right into your game without a word had you lustful once again. “But only if you think it’s okay,” she continued. You smiled back at her, before turning to Jake.
“Jakey, say thank you to Sadie for letting you fuck me.” Jake’s entire body shuttered as his hand quickened for a few more strokes along his dick before stopping. “Thank you, Sadie, for letting me fuck Y/N,” he moaned without a second thought, absolutely desperate to finally feel you around him. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling behind you as you resumed your work on Sadie’s waiting heat.
As your tongue found her clit, Jake seamlessly pushed right into you, still wet with your last orgasm. “And thank you, Sadie, for eating this pussy so good, Y/N feels so fucking incredible,” Jake stuttered out. Not missing a beat, he leans down to your ear, and whispers, “How’s your cake taste baby?” You groan against Sadie’s clit at Jake’s comment, your mind racing from the feeling of him inside you and her quivering underneath you.
“Fucking hell,” Sadie breathed out, throwing her head back at the sensation of the vibrations of your moan against her core. “You two are intoxicati- oh, fuck Y/N.” As Sadie moaned out, you felt Jake’s dick twitch inside you.
“Jesus Christ,'' he groaned, continuing to pound into you. Sadie lifted your head from her core as she watched your face contort with pleasure as Jake’s dick brushed your cervix. You breathe out a shaky moan, louder than you anticipated. Sadie’s hand snaked under your chin as she beckoned you up on top of her.
“God, I could cum just from watching your pretty face as he fucks you. Let me.” Fuck, if she didn’t know all the right things to say. You slowly moved up on Sadie, as Jake followed, and you laid on top of her. She licks at your neck while Jake continues to work you from behind, leaning down to lick up your spine.
“Fuck Jake, your cock feels so fucking good,” you whine out.
“Yeah baby?” he asks smugly and you nod feverishly. An idea sparked as Jake reminded you just how powerful his thrusts can be. You raised your fingers to Sadie’s mouth and she immediately sealed her mouth around them. With your coated fingers, you reached between you two and slid them into Sadie’s warmth. Her hands flew up to push against the headboard.
“Fuck, Y/N” she whined as her eyes rolled back.
“That’s it, baby, let Jakey fuck my fingers into you,” you mutter, looking down at her with deep lust in your eyes. Jake let out a loud groan as he watched you both. As Jake’s hips slammed into you, you moaned into Sadie’s mouth, your fingers pumping her with the same force and pace, only to find her moaning right back into yours, it made your pussy quiver.
“Jesus, fuck, Y/N, don’t do that, I can’t hold it if you do” Jake begs.
“So then don’t” you whimpered back through your own moans. You turned back to Sadie.
“Sadie” you sigh out. “I need you to —oh fuck— I need you to cum for me,” you paused to let out a loud groan as Jake’s dick perfectly brushed your cervix. The force mirrored in the way your fingers were working Sadie.
“Fuck fuck fuck” Sadie hollered out, “I’m close Y/N.” You curled your finger ever so slightly, “OH god, yeah.” She huffed out.
“God, you’re fucking that pussy so well Y/N… fuck that’s so sexy,” Jake groans, slamming his hips into you. You try to answer but Jake’s cock has left your head completely empty of any conceivable thoughts. You reach back your free hand to intertwine with his on your hip as you lock eyes with Jake.
“Make me cum baby, make us cum, pound into me, I can take it.” An animalistic growl bolstered out of Jake as his hips punished you, his balls violently slapping against you and your fingers sending Sadie over the edge.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she sang out as she started to release on your hand. “That’s it, baby,” you whispered against her as you moved your hand to hang off the back of Jake’s neck right as he lifted one of his knees so his foot was flat on the bed, the added leverage delicious, your vision going white.
“Baby I’m there,” you cry out as tears threaten to leave the corners of your eyes, squeezing them shut.
“Oh fuck Y/N, Jesus, I’m going to cum–fuck, fuuuck,” Jake groaned, thrusting deep into you.
“Fuck me full, Jake. Please, I’m cum-“You didn’t even get the words out before you were collapsing into Sadie as your orgasm takes hold.
“God, baby, I can feel you squirting out around my cock. Holy shit, don’t stop,” and with that, Jake rocketed into his own orgasm as you gushed around him. The three of your moans coat the walls as you come down from your highs. You all collapsed in a dog pile taking a few minutes to catch your breath, before you all began to laugh.
You eventually manage to untangle from each other, falling back into the effortless banter you experienced with each other in the hotel bar hours ago. The late hour has your eyelids feeling heavy as you all fight off much-needed sleep.
“Wow, it’s later than I thought,” Sadie spoke out, turning on her side to look at you both.
“You’re welcome to stay if you like, the bed is big enough. Or Jake and I can take the pull out,” you suggest as Jake nods in confirmation.
“That’s very kind, but I better be getting home” Sadie answers. “Besides, my car will get towed if it’s still there when rush hour starts in– god, a few hours.” Sadie’s remark had you all notice the time and groan.
“I had a lot of fun,” she says with a genuine smile. She departed shortly after as you and Jake lay in bed curled up in each other.
“God Y/N, that was beyond my wildest dreams,” Jake says as you nuzzle into his chest.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby. You fulfilled my dreams too, you know,” you answer with a smile. A wicked smile grows across his face.
“You’re so hot, get over here,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a passionate kiss before turning off the lamp, allowing you both to drift off to sleep happily and dream about the unbelievable events that just transpired.
Warnings: the fluffiest of smut 🥹 soft!jake, unprotected sex, fingering/oral (f receiving), 18+ minors DNI!
A/N: ok i don’t usually write soft jake but i had to for my baby girl @gretavanbear. I listened to this song on repeat as i wrote this. i highly suggest tuning in! (just listen to the lyrics ok) i hope y’all like it :’)
“A Storm Weather Advisory has been issued along and north of I-78. Wind will also be a factor Wednesday, with gusts of up to 50 mph along the coast, and 30-35 mph inland.”
The voice of the woman reporting the weather forecast on your TV echoes in the background as you fold your laundry in the living room, on the phone with your best friend.
The two of you spent most nights on the phone, listening to each other carrying out mundane tasks. Just appreciating the other’s presence on the opposite side of the phone.
“Hear that, Jake?” You call over to your phone laying on the couch.
“What?” He responds.
“Gonna be a storm tonight they’re saying. Looks like it’s gonna be a bad one.” You warn him.
“Hmm, you’ll be alright.”
You and Jake had been graced with the most beautiful friendship since the 7th grade. Now in your 20s, he’s still your “go-to” for everything. The first person you call after receiving good news, the one you base your weekend plans around. The last thought on your mind before you go to bed, still taking up your thoughts the second you open your eyes in the morning.
He knew everything about you. Including your ridiculous fear of thunder and lightning. Ever since you were a kid, the sound of the thunder nearing closer, shaking the walls of your house. It was your own personal nightmare.
There was one thing Jake was unaware of about you. Something you weren’t even sure of yourself. Your entire friendship with Jake had been just that… friends. But there was a certain feeling you experienced in the pit of your stomach everytime your eyes landed on him as you met up. That first glance at him as he approached you, whether it be over dinner or picking you up to go on a drive and listen to the new music he discovered that week.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
You had watched him go through girl after girl. Years of listening to him tell you the quirks about the girl of the week, just to watch him with another one the following weekend. For some reason, it didn’t affect you as much as you’d expected. You’d known nothing else but friendship with Jake. Your denial of the true feelings you had for him had taken over your brain. Pushing the thoughts so far back, you pretended they never existed in the first place.
“Where are you going?” You asked him with a smirk on your face. Figuring he’d have plans with someone tonight. He always had plans.
“Huh?” His voice sounded far away from the phone.
“It sounds like you’re in the car. Going somewhere?” You prodded.
“Oh. Just driving. Not much going on tonight.”
Jake lived about 35 minutes from your apartment. Neither of you cared about taking the drive. The times you drove to Jake’s place felt like 5 minutes in the car. But the trek home felt like 5 hours. Back to your apartment. Where you lived alone, the scent of him still lingering on your clothes. Sometimes you’d lay in bed and catch yourself inhaling his aroma on your sweater from when he hugged you goodbye.
And there it was. The first crack of thunder. You’d remember from middle school someone telling you if you counted how many seconds between the flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder, that’s how many miles away the storm was. Whether that was true or not, who knows.
It had been drizzling the entirety of the time you had been on the phone with Jake. As you carried your basket of clean folded clothes to your bedroom, you rested your phone on top, Jake listening on the other side.
You began to take the clothes out of the basket and place them in their known spots in your room. This one goes in the bottom drawer. This one is meant to be hung on a hanger in the closet.
There was one window in your bedroom. You always kept the blinds up, enjoying the sunlight that washed over your space in the morning. The rain began to smack against the side of your window, followed by a strong howl of wind causing the tree outside to brush up against your apartment building.
Distracting yourself with laundry was the best way to avoid the anxiety that started to creep up in your stomach as you heard the storm coming undone outside.
You pulled out the top drawer of your dresser and began to place your underwear and socks in their correct spots, always priding yourself for your organization skills.
Complete darkness. Accompanied by the sound of every electronic device in your house powering down.
“Shit. Jake?” You called for him.
“Yeah?” You heard the engine of his car revving in the background.
“My fucking power just went out. Fuck!” Grabbing your phone to turn on the flashlight, you scurried around your room. Finding your lighter and beginning to bring a flame to every candle you could find.
He didn’t respond.
You checked your phone to make sure you still had service.
4 bars.
“Hello? Jake, can you hear me?” Your voice had a whine to it. You hated being alone, especially during a blackout from the storm.
You jumped out of your skin as you heard a knock at your door.
“Jake, please answer me. There’s someone at my door now!” You rushed down the hall to peek around the corner, trying your best to see who was there at this time of night in this weather.
“Just come to the door please.” The sound of pouring rain muffled his voice on the phone.
You felt the smile spread across your face at the sound of his voice confirming he was at your front door.
Unlocking the door, you swing it open to him. Your arms immediately reaching out to welcome his embrace.
“Jake! You came…” you didn’t care if he was soaking wet, nuzzling your face against his chest. He was just what you needed right now to bring you back down to earth, away from your worries.
“You called.” He smoothed the hair on the back of your head.
“I’ve been heading your way since you caught on to the fact I was in the car.” He broke away from the embrace, looking down at you with a warm smile.
You blushed to yourself, giving him a quick laugh under your breath, avoiding his eyes. Why were you nervous right now? He’s your best friend.
“Thank you, Jake. I mean it. I really appreciate you being with me right now. You know how I get wi-“ you were rambling on.
“The storm. I know.” As if he could read your mind.
“Yeah..” you trailed off. Slightly embarrassed of your juvenile fear.
“Got another lighter? I’ll help.” He followed you to the kitchen as you searched your drawers.
You handed him the white BIC lighter. He scanned it in his hand.
“Aren’t these bad luck?” He said with a laugh.
“I don’t even care at this point. I just don’t want to be in the dark anymore.” You whined to him.
“24 years old and she’s still scared of the dark.” He teased.
You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it.
On your tippy toes, you tried your best to reach for the final candle that sat atop your kitchen cabinets. In the darkness, you heard his footsteps approach from behind.
“Here, I got it.” His back pressed against yours as he reached for the white candle above.
As he held it in front of the two of you to light it, you caught a glimpse of his face behind the flame. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to get the flame to catch the wick.
His eyes lifted to yours, a smirk beginning to form on his face as he caught you already looking at him.
“What?” His voice came out as a chuckle.
The candle was lit, and he placed it on the counter top.
“Nothing… I-“ you tucked your hair behind your ear, a nervous habit of yours that of course Jake was aware of.
“Spit it out then.” He egged you on.
“I just really appreciate you coming here.” Your voice whispered soft, a hint of nerves behind them.
With his back pressed against the counter top, he pushed off of it to step closer to you.
The darkness of your lifeless apartment was accompanied by the warm glow of every candle you owned. The golden light reflecting off each of your features.
As he stepped closer to you, he grabbed your arm at your elbow.
“I care about you.” His voice was raspy but soft at the same time. The sound of it traveling through your ears caused you to melt each time.
He took another step. Now toe to toe with you in the middle of your kitchen.
You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears.
“I know.” You replied to him, trying your hardest not to show how bad your nerves were affecting you right now.
“I don’t think you do.” His hand was rubbing against the skin of your arm, goosebumps following his touch.
You tilted your head at him in confusion.
His eyes fell to the floor as he continued to rub against your arm, inhaling deeply and blowing the air out of his mouth.
“I care about you. A lot.” He finally replies, eyes meeting yours again.
“I care about you too, Jake. A lot.” Your teeth shone through your wide smile as you locked your gaze with him.
The pad of his thumb found your jawline and traced the outline of it. Your knees felt as if they were going to give out. You watched his face as his eyes were trained on where his skin met yours.
“Can I show you?” He whispered to you, eyes flicking back to meet yours.
“Show me what, Jake?” You questioned him, unable to read his thoughts.
He leaned closer to you. His forehead pressing against you. His nose slotted next to yours. You worried he would be able to hear your quick breathing.
“Let me show you how much I care about you.” He pinched your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to him.
It felt as if time had frozen. In this moment; here you were. Your best friend of years a breath away from your lips.
His lips were parted and the bottom of his teeth peeked through.
You watched his lips until you couldn’t anymore. Your gaze interrupted by the plush feeling of his mouth pressed to yours. He kissed you soft and sweet. His hand leaving your jawline only to replace his touch to your cheek. He cupped the side of your face as if to hold you against him forever. He never wanted this moment to end.
The butterflies in your stomach were so powerful they almost hurt. Your mind had turned to mush, lost to your entire being surrounded by Jake.
You felt him. You smelled his deep cologne. You heard his lips smack against yours.
From the grip he had on your cheek, you knew he wanted more, but was afraid to step any further.
You answered his silent pleas, slightly parting your lips to invite his tongue inside.
He lightly touched the tip of your tongue with his. You answered his call by sliding yours against the flat of his tongue. You felt his quiet moans travel into your mouth and down your throat.
His hand left its placement on your cheek to find your hip. He tightened his grip around you, squeezing the skin above your bone.
The kiss deepened. Mouths open wider. Lips slick and swollen.
A song from your phone, on repeat since Jake got there, faintly played in the background of the noises of your lips meeting together.
“Lover you should’ve come over. Cause it’s not too late”
You picked up on the lyric and huffed a breath of laughter in between kisses.
He parted his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against you, catching his breath. Your eyes scanned over his features before you grasped his fingers and led him down the hall to your room.
The heels of his boots clicked as he followed you down the hardwood floor.
You entered the room first. He swiftly wrapped you in his arms, turning to press you against the bedroom door, shutting it with a click.
You embraced his weight pushing you against the door as he continued the kiss with an open mouth. Inhaling sharply and exhaling out of his nose against your cheek.
Your fingertips grazed along his chest. Following down the buttons of his shirt until you reached the hem of it. You tucked both of your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, dipping past underneath his underwear, feeling his warm skin against your icy finger tips. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at your cold touch.
Your fingers ran along the band of his briefs until they met in the middle to reach the button of his jeans. His hips bucked towards your touch as you poked the button through the hole and began to pull his zipper down.
“Wait.” He broke the kiss from you.
“I- I’m sorry did I-“ you were embarrassed thinking you went too far.
“Before we do this. I need to be honest with you.” You felt his stare burn into your eyes, petrified at what was to come next.
You nodded at him, begging him to continue with his thoughts.
“If we do this…” he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, “I can’t just be your friend anymore.”
You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off.
“I think, I-“ he punctuated his sentence with a groan of frustration.
“Jake. Please, let me in. Whatever you’re about to say I can take it. If you don’t wan-“ he interrupted you once more.
“I’m in love with you.”
You felt as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. As if he’d punched you in the gut and kissed it better.
You started to feel a lump growing, burning in the back of your throat.
Before you could let the tears form, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him forward to meet his lips with yours once more. Kissing him with fervor, begging his tongue to visit yours again.
He guided you to the bed with his hands on your hips, placing you down softly once he realized the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, never once breaking his lips from yours.
As your head hit the pillow, you tore away from him.
“I love you too, Jake. Always have.” You stared up at him with a gleam in your eye.
He brushed the hair from your face and responded.
“Always will.” You felt the smile on his lips as he kissed you again.
His fingertips began to trace the outline of your body, down your side to your hips.
“Let me be sweet to you. Show you how long I’ve felt this way.”
With your hand still wrapped around the back of his neck, you nodded up to him, signaling him to continue.
He smiled back at you in response. His body moving down away from you. You missed his lips already.
His face was so close to the skin of your tummy. You felt his hot breath against it as he moved.
He placed a single kiss to your hip bone before curling his fingers around the waistband of your sweat pants.
Before he did anything else, he looked up to you to ask for permission.
“May I?” A hint of smirk in his tone. He knew the answer to his question.
“Please” you whimpered back to him, the slightest buck of your hips towards him.
He slipped the pants down your legs, pulling them over your feet with the most gentle touch.
With the bottom half of your body bare, your nerves began to creep back in, clamping your legs shut.
“Relax for me.” His words were the remedy. You immediately felt the tension of your muscles relax, letting your legs fall to the side, spreading for him.
He glanced at your center, and if you weren’t staring intently you would have missed it as his eyes widened for a split second.
His soft lips kissed up the inside of your thigh. Inching slowly to where you needed him the most.
“You don’t understand…” he planted another kiss, so close, “how long I’ve dreamt of this.”
His words alone caused your hips to raise from the mattress, a strained moan breaking from you.
He could tell how bad you wanted his mouth, and he couldn’t wait to taste you either.
You felt his lips press gently against the skin above your clit.
He flattened his tongue to lick against your folds. Not yet licking them apart to taste your wet skin.
Your fingers tangled into his long brunette locks. Bunching them at the root.
Jake loved the feeling of you tugging at his hair. He dreamed of one day being able to feel that pleasure mixed with pain.
He pointed his tongue to lick through your folds. Finally feeling him against your heat. You sucked in a sharp breath and he rolled it over your clit.
He swirled his tongue around it, not exactly touching it but teasing.
You whined for him, pressing his face deeper into you.
“Please.” You breathed out.
He groaned against you, the vibrations of his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine.
The tip of his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, exactly where you craved him.
He flicked it over you again and again, each tightened grasp of your hand in his hair spurring him on.
He listened to your moans, dragging his middle finger down the side of your lower lips as he continued to lick against you.
You lifted your hips to meet him. The pad of his middle finger circled around your wet entrance.
He pushed the digit inside, retracting it slowly allowing you to feel every second of it.
He gave open mouthed kisses to your clit, curling his lips around you and sucking lightly.
He felt your walls clench around his finger, begging him to never leave from inside of you.
As he pulled his middle finger out, he added his ring finger next.
You felt the cold touch of the ring he was wearing press against your lower lips.
He rested his face against the inside of your thigh, extending his tongue to quickly lick against you as he pumped his fingers inside.
“Jake!” Your voice was strained. He could tell you were close. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone against his mouth.
“You are so beautiful.” He moaned against your wet skin.
He was gentle with you. Taking in every twitch of your thighs and every gasp of air.
He made love to you with his mouth, enjoying this just as much as you were.
You felt the rim of your entrance begin to quiver, that familiar warm feeling budding between your hips.
He looked up at you as he continued to lick you to climax.
The moment your eyes met his, you lost yourself to him.
Your body was tingling from your head to your feet. Your toes curling behind him.
You snapped your head back, pressing it harder into the pillow as you let your moans wail into the room.
He softly licked you through your orgasm. Grounding you back to earth with him.
He crept back towards you to meet your lips. Never rushing you, kissing you slowly to allow you to feel all of him against you.
“I’d taste you everyday if you’d let me.” He breathed into you between kisses.
With your mouth still on his, you tugged at his underwear, showing him you wanted them off.
He stood from the bed. Kicking his boots off, he then tugged his jeans past his hips before attending to his underwear. You caught a glimpse of the damp spot on his gray briefs from where he’d leaked with arousal onto them.
You groaned at the sight, pulling them down before he could even get his feet out of his jeans. He chuckled to himself at your needy actions.
With his bottom half now bare as well, he climbed back onto the bed with you, slotting between your legs, his knees pressing into the mattress.
His arms were stretched out straight, planted on either side of your head. He looked down at you. The necklaces he adorned swinging against his chest. The tips of his long hair tickled your cheeks.
A tight grin spread across his face.
For a second, you took him in. Realizing how gentle he was with you. Giving you pleasure first, never rushing a single second with you. Making you feel so safe.
You smiled to yourself at your own thoughts, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear, playing with the gold hoop he wore.
“I meant it.” You whispered to him.
He tilted his head in confusion.
You swept your thumb across his cheek and traced the outline of his lips.
“I love you, Jacob.” You smiled sweetly as your eyes locked with his.
His lips crashed into yours. Subconsciously, his hips rutted against you, feeling his length slide through your folds.
You broke from the kiss to press your lips to his ear and whisper to him.
“Make love to me, Jake.”
He groaned in response to you.
Kissing you once more, he inhaled sharply against your skin.
He gripped the base of his length, guiding his tip to your entrance.
He slid deeper inside of you, his lips remaining locked with yours.
As he reached the hilt, you detached from him, unable to bottle up your moans any longer.
He pulled out slowly to glance down at where your bodies met.
Your wetness glistened up the length of his cock. He twitched at the sight, pushing back into you with force.
He watched as your body bounced against the mattress with every thrust into you.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him begin to stretch your walls.
He leaned back into you. His head tucked into the crook of your neck as you graced his ears with your sweet moans of pleasure.
He grunted against you with every thrust.
He lowered himself to lay on his forearms, as he planted gentle kisses against your neck, breathing deep to take in your scent.
He gripped the side of your head, pressing it against his. The palm of his hand laid against you as his fingers wrapped into your hair.
As his pace quickened, his fingers curled into your hair. Short quick breaths being pushed from him against your neck.
The wave of pleasure was creeping back to you. You felt yourself clench around him.
A high pitched moan tumbled forward from him at the feeling of your walls tugging at his length.
Your hands found the smooth skin of his back, snaking your fingers up his shirt, you scraped your fingernails down his spine.
You turned your head to whisper in his ear.
“Inside, Jake. Cum inside of me, please.”
He lost it with the way you begged for him.
He concentrated on the way your wetness coated around his length, dripping out onto your lower lips.
He sat up and leaned against his heels. His palms gripping your hips tightly. He used his hold on you to drive into you harder.
Your jaw fell open, eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix.
He sucked his thumb between his lips before attaching it to your clit. He pressed against it, swirling the pad of his finger into you.
Your hips left the bed up towards his touch as pleasure coursed through you.
You moaned in bliss as you came undone, your walls fluttering around him.
He bent down to press his lips against you, pushing himself as far as he could inside of you.
Your tongue swiped against his, and you felt him twitch deep inside.
He gripped your hair at the root as you felt him fill you with his cum. He fucked you through it, feeling his warmth leak out onto your comforter below you.
His thrusts slowed as he planted soft kisses over your face. He hovered over you as he pulled himself out from inside you for the last time. You felt a pang of sadness in your chest, missing his fullness already.
He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, finally sealing with a kiss to your lips.
Jake adjusted his body to lay next to you, his chest halfway on yours, halfway on the bed. The pad of his thumb swept across your cheek bone.
He lifted his head from next to you to look directly at you, noses almost touching. You felt his chest press against yours as he breathed in and out.
“I want you to be mine.” His voice was a whisper.
You tucked your bottom lip so tight between your teeth, the corners of your mouth tipping up.
He registered your response and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.
