Just Do It
(College)Jake Kiszka x Reader (AU)
Warnings: 18+ Smut, fluff, tension, pining, very basic smut. (P in V-wrap it up kids)
Word Count: 2k.
Author's Note: I'm back.
Her POV
It’s no shock to me that I’ve found myself lying on his bed, just talking about whatever comes to mind. Somehow we always seem to end up in these situations, where everyone else has dipped and we’re just not ready to go home or in this case, we outlasted the rest and moved to his room so we could still talk, while the rest of the boys were passed out in various parts of the house.
Parties at their house were always a bit chaotic, but that’s just how they were as people–a bit chaotic. It felt like routine at this point that you would have to truly watch where you were walking because the chances of someone just passed out on the floor were high.
Jake and I had gotten close throughout college because we both found ourselves in more creative fields, so the understanding was there. He never judged me for any of my interests, no matter how cringy some people would have found them. We had other friends as well, but there was something so comforting about him. Maybe it was just the way that our friendship worked, but I never wanted to think too hard about it.
We were always near each other whether it was just in the same room or his arm slung over my shoulders as we listened to his brother go on about some insane story. Always ignoring the fluttering in my stomach when he would do that, because he is just a physical touch kind of person, so I’m sure he never meant anything by it.
Or the way he would grab my hand and pull me behind him into his room when we needed a break from the chaos. My eyes tried to avoid the way my hand looked in his, with the silver rings he always wore pushing into my skin, but I couldn’t stop myself when I’d feel the way his thumb would run along mine.
“Have you ever considered just staying here after college?” He asked, not an unusual thing for him to do.
My head turns to look at him, albeit sideways because of the way I flopped across his bed and he’s sat up against the headboard. I mumble back to him, “We’ve been over this.”
“I know, I know,” he groans out. “Just hoping that if I ask enough times, you’ll cave.”
Breathing out a laugh, “I won’t be that far away, Jake. You act like I’m moving overseas.”
His hand dramatically pulling up to his forehead as he lets out, “You may as well be.”
“Oh my god, I will be forty-five minutes away, you diva.”
His laugh fills the air, making my heart feel a little weird, but I choose to just ignore that. Staring back up at the ceiling, despite the fact a little voice in my head telling me to just stare at him instead, it’s my turn to question him.
“You’ll still facetime me when we can’t sleep, right?”
The bed shifts a bit as he lays down next to me, I can feel him looking at me, but I resist the urge to turn my head. His soft voice suddenly became much closer to me saying, “Of course I will.. Who else would I call?”
The silence felt loud after that and the smile on my face felt like betrayal to everything I’ve ignored and let slide for the last few years. Lying there next to him, knowing that I’ve dreamt of a different timeline where we weren’t just friends, but here I am, listening to him so sweetly admit to missing me–my heart felt like a pressure cooker ready to burst.
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to rid the thoughts from my brain because he’s my best friend, until I couldn’t focus anymore. His hand sliding into mine, our fingers laced together as they so often do, but this time was different; his hand was trembling. The silence was deafening.
He quietly asks, “What do you think would happen if I kissed you right now?”
My eyes shot open, turning to look at him, but it’s his turn to stare straight up at the ceiling. The thoughts rapid fire shooting off in my brain and I just look at him for a minute before whispering, “What if it ruins everything?”
Watching as his chest rises and falls a few times before his face turns to mine, the subtle panic between us as we realize how close we are. There’s no denying how beautiful he is, especially up close. His eyes searched all over my face, like he’s trying to find the answer when he comes back with, “What if it makes everything better?”
My breathing stops when his eyes drop to my lips for a few seconds, pulling back up to hold my gaze. It felt like time had stopped when I breathed out, “Okay.”
His hand let go of mine, only to hold the back of my neck as he closed the gap between us. Our lips hovered for a second, both of us silently knowing there was no turning back after this.
“You’re sure?” he mumbled, the sound of his voice so close to me, making my heart race. My lips pulled into a small smile, knowing he’s giving me the chance to back out, but if he only knew the things that had crossed my mind in the past–I giggle out, “Just do it.”
Feeling him smile into me surpassed any dream I had about this man. The soft feeling of his lips against mine, feeling his little breaths against me, the way his lashes fluttered against our cheeks. He pulls me into him, deeper, our bodies turn to face each other and even though we’ve efficiently ruined the friendship, I’m still nervous to touch him.
The warmth of his skin as my hand finds his arm to hold on to, like I’m afraid he’ll run away. Our kisses went from sweet, to a little desperate. His hand pulling my body against his, moving my leg over his waist to be as close as possible; I’m just praying he can’t feel my heartbeat against him. My hips shift against him slightly, and he lets out a soft little mmm against me.
He pushes my shoulder back, shifting us so he’s hovering over me. Our hips pressed into each other, a position I never thought I would find myself in with him. The gentle roll of his hips as my hands ran up his back, I could feel that he was also struggling. The pressure from it alone pulls a gasp from me, and I could feel my face heat up at the sound. He smirked at how he was affecting me so easily; his fingers brushing against the small sliver of skin showing from where my shirt had ridden up. Goosebumps flooded my body, he gently pushed the hem of my shirt up, his eyes flitted up to mine, “Is this okay?”
“Please,” I breathe out, hating how desperate I sound.
He slides it up over my head, his eyes wide at the sight. My lace bra does not leave a lot of room for imagination and the cool air only makes it worse. His lips attached to my collarbone, leaving wet kisses down my chest until he slid the lace fabric to the side. His lips wrapped around my nipple quickly, carefully his tongue teases it and the quiet moans falling from me only encourage him further. His thumb teases the other one and just that alone makes me want to fall apart.
My legs giving me away when they tighten against him, the devilish look on his face was enough to know that he was into it. His voice oozed like honey when he asked, “Do you want to do this?”
Glancing down at him, and my god was he even more beautiful in this moment, I couldn’t help the laugh that came out when I said, “We’ve already fucked up the friendship, soo..”
Dropping his head against me, his body shakes a little as he giggles quietly, letting out, “We should have done this sooner.”
My hand reaches out, moving a little piece of hair from his face, and shocking myself when I whisper, “then let’s not waste more time.”
Suddenly we’re grabbing at each other, almost frantic–both of us fiddling with the buttons on our jeans. Our mouths desperate as they work against each other, he’s tossing our clothes onto the floor mindlessly–nothing else matters at this point.
Hands exploring all over our bodies, the feeling of his skin on mine already has my heart racing. Sliding the lace of my panties to the side, his fingers slip into me easily and a moan falls out of my mouth, a bit louder than I expected.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, as his hand is pumping into me gently.
My arm reached out, palming him over his boxers, watching the relief he felt as his face relaxed. I tug on the waistband, sliding them down just a little, until he backs up pushing them down far enough for his cock to be free. He only lets me stroke him a few times before he’s grabbing my wrist to stop, looking up at me, he mumbles, “Hold on.”
He pulls his hand back from me, stroking himself a few times before he lines himself up with me. Slowly pushing himself into me, which may have been so I could adjust, but I think he needed it too. He stilled for a moment once he was buried deep into me.
The second his hips started rocking into me, my head started to spin; he was everything. Our moans filled the air, pulling his face back to mine, doing everything I can to kiss him but spending a lot of time just breathing into each other.
One of his hands snaked between us, carefully circling my clit, pushing me right to the edge until he whispered, “Come on, baby.” My back arched up, pressing my chest into him more as my orgasm ran through me. Eyes tightly shut and I can’t control the words coming from my mouth as he talks me through it. “That’s it–yes, baby, god you feel so good.”
It’s only a minute after my back hits the mattress that I feel him pulling out, the warmth hitting me, but all I can focus on are the delicious sounds coming from him, knowing that he feels good because of me.
The silence is back, but this time it’s comfortable. Listening to our breathing as we lay there for a moment, both processing what just happened.
“So..” He breaks first. “That was uh–”
I laugh quietly, “Way better than I imagined.”
His eyebrow pops up, with that shitty little smirk on his face, “You’ve imagined this before?”
“You haven’t?” I counter, pulling my eyebrows together, knowing that there’s no way it was one sided.
His face was a little pink, letting out a laugh, “You know what– you got me.”
“Should we–” I start, glancing down at the mess we’ve made.
His eyes go wide realizing, “Oh! Hold on, let me–”
Watching as he gets up, tucking himself back into his boxers, I whisper, “Hurry back, we have a few things I think we need to discuss now, babe.”
The pet name stopped him in his tracks, his breath was visible–walking over, he leaned down to press a kiss against my forehead. He lets his lips linger against my skin, his hand cupping my jaw as he pulls back. Looking up at him, questioning how we waited so long to finally just do this. His stare told me that he was thinking the same thing, the way we just gazed so longingly, like we always have. Somehow both of us swallowed the feelings that were laced in every passing glance. All those times that he listened to me cry over dumb things, held my hand through crowds, came to hang out with me because it was late and neither of us could sleep. Falling asleep in his arms, but assuming that it was just what friends do, because there was no way that he felt the same–jokes on me. That sweet voice pulled me out of my head, saying, “Of course, my love.”
And at that moment, I decided that maybe moving back home wasn’t an option.
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