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[devilat-thedoor]

Smile Pretty 2

A/N: it’s been quite some time since i put anything out. and i know this probably isn’t what most people are hoping for from me, but i simply couldn’t stop thinking about this. (half credit to my sun, liana fr, because she multiplies my brainpower by 76000000. so. HUUUUUGE shoutout to @stardustvanfleet and @jakesguitarsolo for being my favorite people ever and offering a never ending stream of jake thoughts. i love you both endlessly and you don’t even understand how much i appreciate you🩵

Word Count: 4.2k

Jake x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Oral[f rec], Unprotected Sex, Spit, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Power struggle???, a bit of praise, teensy bit of cumplay, Camera Use, very light impact play) if there was anything i may have missed, please do not hesitate to tell me!

Making your way down the corridor, you watched the room numbers as you went, searching for 623. Tour had started a month ago and you hadn’t seen Jake since the day he left; you were supposed to visit him a week ago, but your work schedule got messed up and you couldn’t make the trip. He was disappointed and you swore you’d make it up to him, but what he didn’t know is that you’d already arranged new plans and, with Josh’s help, you were currently strolling down the hallway of their hotel to surprise your boyfriend. You stopped in front of his door, flipping the keycard through your fingers and shaking out your nerves. Holding the card up to the reader, you paused, leaning in to press your ear against the door. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth at what you were hearing; a series of grunts and groans that were unmistakably Jake’s…but there were other sounds too. More moans, quieter than his, but they were feminine. He’s watching porn?

You pressed the keycard to the door and listened to the confirming beeps before pushing it open. Jake was shifting fast, all but tossing his phone across the room as he yanked a pillow over his legs to cover the evidence of whatever he was doing. “Goddammit, Josh. Just because you have the extra key doesn’t mean- Shit…” His eyes went wide when you stepped into his view.

“Surprise…” You couldn’t hide the smirk on your lips as he gazed at you like a kid caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Closing the door, you dropped your bag to the floor and took a few steps toward the bed, “Did I interrupt something, baby?” You stopped when your knees hit the edge of the mattress and crossed your arms over your chest to stare at him with an eyebrow raised.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before taking a second to swallow back the odd anxiety that seemed to rise in him. “I’m just…surprised…to see you. Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming? I- uhhh. I would’ve planned for dinner or something.” He was slowly sitting up straighter but the pillow remained in his lap. “Actually, dinner sounds great, I’m sure we can find something quick…Can you- I should grab a quick shower before we go…Will you start the water for me, babe?” You would’ve gone along with Jake’s poor attempt at a subject change had he not kept glancing at his phone, laying face down at the bottom of the bed. He watched your head turn slowly, your eyes landing on the device as you chewed on your lip, and tried to bring your attention back to him. “Hey! Danny said something about a great Mexican place not too far from here… Supposedly they have, like, award winn…ing…” His voice trailed off as you mindlessly nodded your head, your arms falling to your side.

“Uh huh…” You lunged for his phone and he tried to snatch it up before you but it was too late. Your fingers curled around it and you rolled off of the bed and scurried across the room, “What were you watching, Jake?” You illuminated the screen and typed his passcode in as he clambered out of the bed, trying desperately to tuck away the obvious tent in his tight boxers. “Everybody watches porn, Jacob. Why are you being so secretive? Is it like- OH GOD… Is it kinky shit?” You chuckled as the screen opened up to whatever he was watching and you clicked the play button.

“Babe, let me just-.” He reached for the phone but you held your finger up and twisted out of his reach.

You were speechless as you tried to comprehend what you were watching. “Oh…Oh…” Met with an image that you were quite familiar with, you glanced at Jake and back to the phone. It was the little film project that you two had made before he left and you’d almost forgotten about it until now. “Jake-.”

He cut you off, reaching for the phone again, “Okay, just shut it off.” A huff of frustration escaped him when you ducked beneath his arm and moved to the opposite side of the room. “C’mon. Would you just- turn it off, babe.” He was coming after you again, but you stayed planted in place, your eyes glued to the screen as a grin stretched over your face.

“No… I haven’t even got to watch this yet. How many times have you watched it?” You met him with an accusatory expression and he dropped his gaze to the floor. “...thought so… Let’s watch together.” You shrugged as you kicked your shoes off and climbed onto the bed, resting against the headboard. When he didn’t follow suit, you paused the video and patted the space beside you that he was occupying when you’d arrived. “Come on. We made it together, we can watch it together…Baby, come sit down and watch the fucking sex tape with me.” You whined through your giggles as you tapped the bed again.

Jake finally relented, heaving out a sigh, and climbed onto the bed to settle in alongside you. “You don’t think it’s weird to sit and watch ourselves fuck?” He took the phone from your hand and scrolled the bar the whole way to the beginning before looking at you.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “I think you’re being weird… What was the point of making it if we weren’t gonna- Wait. Do you just…not want me to watch it? Because you obviously have… More than once.” You turned to face him completely, awaiting a response.

“I like watching you, angel…” He spoke genuinely, grasping your hand in his. “No cliche porno could ever compare to what you do. So yeah… I’ve watched it a few times.”

You could feel the heat spreading across your cheeks at his admission. “Baby….” Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his, dragging a hand along his thigh. He was leaning further into you, anticipating the path that your fingers were taking, but you stopped before they could reach his boxers and pulled back from the kiss with a teasing smirk. “Press play, Jake.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he let out a frustrated huff before complying with your request. Snuggling in closer to your boyfriend, you viewed quietly, watching yourself on the screen as you strutted towards the camera, peeling your robe off. “Wow…my tits look fucking great.” Jake had a hand resting on your leg, giving a gentle squeeze in agreement to your statement. You bit down on your lip at his dialogue in the video as you smiled up at the lens and began to stroke him, “You’re never that bold when we’re just having sex…” It was a thought that tumbled from your lips and made him turn to you.

“What does that even mean? I’m not bold?” He paused the video and put his phone on the nightstand. “I’m fucking bold… Don’t act like I don’t make you cum every time we fuck, you know I do.”

You took notice of how he began to breathe a little harder as a note of irritation radiated from him. “Baby, that’s not what I’m saying… I just mean that-.” You thought for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to explain what you meant, when an idea struck you. “I don’t know, Jake. I mean, yeah… The sex is always good, don’t get me wrong, but-.”

He cut you off abruptly, “But what?” He watched you bite your lips together with a shrug and he stood from the bed, “No. What the fuck were you gonna say? The sex is always good, but what?” Jake was growing more irritated with each second of silence that passed but you were keen to the stiff bulge in his boxers and decided to press a little harder.

“It’s just kind of…boring. Or- What’s the word they use? Vanilla.” It took everything in you to keep your laughter down as his eyes practically turned red. “Jake. Baby, it’s fine… I don’t need exciting sex.” You climbed off of the bed then, turning your back to him with the fear that you wouldn’t be able to keep up your act, “The way you do things is…alright…I guess.” When you turned around to look at him again, he was fuming. You had him right where you wanted him and a flood of arousal rushed to your panties at the dark expression he wore. His nostrils were flaring, chest rising and falling rapidly with angry huffs, but he remained quiet. “Uhh. I have to pee.” You offered him an innocent smile before scurrying into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. The look on his face was one that you didn’t see very often but knew very well and it made you clench your thighs together in need. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you tried to prepare for what could happen when you eventually walked out of the bathroom. Would he be angry with you and give you the silent treatment? Or… Would he try to prove you wrong? You knew Jake was nowhere near vanilla, but teasing him was always the fastest route to the best sex with him. But…did you take it too far this time?

You took one last steadying breath and unlocked the door to step out of the bathroom. With no time to register what was happening, Jake had his hand loosely wrapped around your throat with your back pinned to the wall, an amused smirk on his face at the way you gasped in surprise. “You think you’re so goddamn smart, huh?” He leaned in close, his nose pressing into your cheek as he dropped his voice to a whisper, “If you wanted me to treat you like a whore, no-… My sweet little cumslut, right?” He chuckled condescendingly as you whimpered at his degrading names, squeezing your legs tighter. “Ask nicely, angel… You don’t have to be a fucking brat to get what you want, understand?” Releasing your throat, he watched as you nodded your head obediently. “Good girl… Take your clothes off and put your palms flat on the mattress.”

Complying immediately, you shredded every piece of fabric from your body and paused to look at him, “Jake, I-.” You shut your mouth when he shook his head silently and pointed towards the bed. Making the short walk, you were vibrating with anticipation at what was about to come. You could feel Jake getting closer as you bent down, placing your palms atop the warm duvet. His hand was on your ass in an instant, ghosting up over your spine and back down to caress your thigh before settling on your lower back. Everything was still for a moment and you almost opened your mouth to question until his free hand came down hard on your asscheek. “Fuck!” You cried out, mostly from the shock of it, but there was a slight sting left in the wake of his palm.

“So you think I’m vanilla?” He was rubbing his hand up and down your inner thigh when you began to stutter out an answer, but his touch left you at loss, unable to utter a response, and that wasn’t good enough for him. Jake reeled his hand back, delivering another slap; this time to the spot he was just pampering. “Words, angel. Use them.” He paused for a moment to admire the way you began panting and shifting your weight back and forth between your feet. “Tell me again about how boring I am.”

A shiver rippled through your body as he bent down to whisper in your ear, but you managed to keep a small bit of composure. “I- I don’t know, Jake… There’s just…a lack of excitement…” You swallowed the lump in your throat and tilted your head to look at him.

“A lack of excitement, huh?” He was grinning wide as he straightened back up and exited your line of sight. “See… now I know you’re lying-” He disappeared suddenly; his touch gone, you couldn’t see him in your peripherals. Just as you began to say his name, you felt him. His large hands gripping your ass and thighs to slip a thumb through your slick folds. “-because if there’s no excitement, your pussy wouldn’t be dripping like this.” 

“Jake, please…” You weren’t entirely sure what you were pleading for but you couldn’t stop. “Please don’t tease me… I missed you so fucking much.” You were whining as you pushed back against his hands.

Jake chuckled, clearly amused at your desperation, “Needy little thing… What do you want from me, sweet girl?” His voice was saccharine sweet, tinged with a bit of something else. Mischief, maybe?

You contemplated begging on your hands and knees until a better idea struck you. “Well, baby… Prove to me just how bold you can be.”

A low growl rumbled out from behind you, the sound echoing through the room. “Yeah, I’ll fucking show you…” His hand weaved through your hair, grabbing a healthy fistful as he pulled you up from the bed. You could feel the heat emanating from him as he held your back flush against his chest to speak, “Let’s see if you can keep up, angel.” In a flash, he was shoving you back down, making sure your chest was pressed into the mattress before he released you. He knelt down behind you, spreading you open to spit directly onto you. The feeling of his spit dripping from your cunt made you shudder but he didn’t give you much time to process as he burrowed his face between your thighs. Jake’s tongue lashed rapidly at your clit before he tightened his lips around the bud.

“Jesus, Jake! Wh- Fuck…” You clawed at the fluffy, white comforter, crying out shamelessly as he devoured you. It didn’t take long for your legs to begin trembling at the way his tongue slipped through your folds and his nose nudged your entrance. You were toeing the edge of a cliff, awaiting your fall with one final push from him, “Don’t stop… Don’t you dare fucking stop, Jacob. I- Oh God, please! I’m g-. What the hell, Jake!” You whipped around to glare at him, your chest heaving and knees weak, but he was standing up from the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He was grinning wide, showcasing his perfect teeth, when you stood straight to meet him face to face. Just as you started to scold him, he gripped your jaw, smashing his lips against your own and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he broke the kiss, he spun you back around, pressing his covered erection against your ass, “You thought I was gonna let you cum that quick? After all the shit you talked?” He cackled loud and the sound lit a new kind of fire in your blood. Jake was sure he had you at his mercy and you used that to your advantage, forcing out a weak whimper. “Awwe… don’t whine, baby… If you want something, all you have to do is tell me. Use your words. Remember?” He was sliding his boxers off as he spoke.

You could hear the smirk in his tone and that’s when you made your move. Faster than the speed of light, you whipped around, catching Jake by his throat, and flipped him onto the bed. It was clear he was caught off guard by the way he began to stammer. You pulled the boxers from his ankles before crawling over him, “What’s the matter, Jakey baby? Did you forget how to use your words?” Giggling at his scowl, you sat on his chest, keeping his arms pinned beneath your knees. “I think it was a little rude, that stunt you pulled before… Don’t you think?” You kept your voice sweet, pouting your lip at him.

“I think you deserved it.”

“Hmm… I see.” You scooted further up his torso, making sure he couldn’t wiggle his arms out from under you. “How about you make me cum with that mouth that you love to run so much…and maybe I’ll see if you deserve a reward afterwards, hmm?”

Jake cocked an eyebrow at you in challenge, “Sure, angel… Won’t take too long anyways.”

The look he was giving you made butterflies erupt in your stomach as you began to settle over his mouth, slowly lowering yourself. “If you say s- SHIT!” The second his tongue made contact with your sensitive clit, your eyes were rolling. You gripped tightly onto his hair as you started to rock against his face, “Oh- Oh fuck…” There was no doubt that he knew exactly how to use his mouth and that was evident by the way he had you quickly unraveling atop of him. You tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but Jake had managed to slip himself lower so that his tongue was prodding at your entrance. He groaned into your cunt before he began thrashing his head back and forth, his nose flicking repeatedly over your clit. “Jake, I- I’m-...” Your words trailed off into a series of moans as your legs started to shake and close around his head. He didn’t slow down in the slightest and if his hands were free, he’d have you pinned down to his mouth, making sure he got every bit of your orgasm out of you before you could move… But he wasn’t in control and once the overstimulation hit, you scrambled off of his face and sat back on his chest as you fought to catch a breath.

He rubbed his palms up and down your thighs to try to stop their trembling. The touch was so sweet and affectionate, but the moment didn’t last long. “How about you quit pretending like you’re holding the reins and let me take over again, beautiful?”

“Baby, if you want the reins, you gotta take ‘em.” You flashed him a sickeningly sweet smile and when he began to respond, you reached behind you to wrap your hand around his stiff cock. Holding eye contact with him, you started to stroke him slowly, eliciting a deep groan from the back of his throat. “I’m sorry, Jake… Were you gonna say something?” Everytime he opened his mouth, you squeezed him a little tighter to make his breath catch. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He was glaring up at you as you removed your hand to maneuver your body over his throbbing length. “And you said I love to run my mouth? You’re a goddamn tease.”

Your hand shot out to grasp his jaw, “I may be a tease, but I always give you what you want in the end, don’t I?” As your sentiment concluded, you sunk onto him; your mouth hung open and Jake subconsciously mimicked your expression as he held onto your waist. Once he was buried completely inside of you, your head dropped back, “Hmm… so fucking thick, baby…” After a moment of adjustment, you leaned down to peck his lips, catching his bottom one between your teeth with a moan and pulling before allowing it to snap back.

He stared at the point where your bodies connected as you raised slowly and dropped back down. “Ride it like you fucking own it, angel.” Jake commanded through husky breaths and the sound of his voice made you clench around him. Anchoring your hands on his chest, you took his words to heart and began bouncing, adding a slight twirl to your hips with every drop. “There you go- fuuuuck. Just like that…” He slid his hands from your waist to grab a handful of your ass before resting them at your hips.

The sound of your skin smacking together echoed off the walls, only overshadowed by Jake’s husky groans and your heavy breaths, as you rode him. You were focused on his face, the look of pure ecstasy he wore as his eyes continuously fluttered shut, “You like that, Jakey?” Slowing your movements, you opted for a change. Leaning back, you placed your hands on his thighs behind you for leverage and started to rock against him. When his mouth dropped open and he began bucking up into you, a smile formed on your face. “You like when I fuck you like this, Jake?” Your voice was sultry and low, “When I claim your fat cock like this, hmm?”

Just as you found a steady rhythm, his grasp on your hips tightened and he flipped you off of him to quickly climb over you. “Such a mouthy little whore, huh?” He moved so fast that you didn’t stand a chance in fighting for your dominance. He had your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned down, effectively pressing your knees into your chest, “You just got too goddamn cocky…” Jake slammed back into you, filling you up entirely as you cried out and grabbed blindly at his arms and clamped your eyes shut. He immediately grabbed your chin with one hand while he cupped your cheek with the other, “Nuh uh. Open those eyes and fucking look at me… I wanna make sure you know who makes you fucking cum like this, angel.” His thrusts were unrelenting, hitting the sweetest spot inside of you, and when you finally managed to pry your eyes open to stare into his large brown ones, he drew his hips back and dove back in with an impossibly deep stroke.

“J- fuck. Jaaake….” His name clambered out of your mouth in a mess of broken whimpers as your legs began to shake around his head. “Oh my God! FUCK, Jake!” Your nails dug deep into his forearms as he held your head steady and continued pounding into you, fucking you through your second climax.

“That’s it, sweet girl… Say it again. Let everyone know who makes your pussy cry, angel…” He gave a short, condescending chuckle as you breathlessly muttered his name for a third time. “That’s my good girl…” Suddenly he pulled out, letting your legs down, and turned you over onto your stomach. You were too dazed, stuck in a fucked-out fog, to question. But he slipped back into you to chase his own release, “You want me to fill this sweet cunt, pretty girl?”

You could feel your eyes going crossed as you clawed at the thick comforter beneath you, “Yes- fuck…” The pressure was building again, faster than the last two times and you began to beg, “Please, Jake… I want it, baby… Need you so fucking- bad.” Your moans were growing louder and drawing him closer to the brink.

He pressed a palm flat to your back to pin you against the mattress and fucked into you with hard, punctuated thrusts. “You want it, angel? I’ll fucking give it to you… Sounds so pretty when you beg for my cum.” His voice was strangled, groans vibrating from somewhere within his chest and you offered one last plea that sent him over the edge. Jake buried himself deep, a single ‘oh fuck’ leaving his lips before you felt him empty his sticky release inside of you, the feeling bringing you to a third and final orgasm. He was hunched over your back for a moment as he caught his breath, but when he finally pulled out, he flipped you back over and pushed your legs apart. Watching him through droopy, exhausted eyes, you heard him click his tongue a few times before he was dragging a finger over your folds, your body shivering at the contact. “Fucking begged for it and the little cumslut can’t even hold it all in… Feels a little disrespectful to waste, hmm?” He pondered to himself as he gathered his dripping seed with two fingers and pushed it back into your pussy. The overstimulation had you trying to squeeze your legs shut, but it didn’t stop him from finger fucking his cum back into you, “Aht… Almost done, angel…” When he removed his digits, he held them up to your mouth and you welcomed them happily, lapping the mix of release from them.

He finally collapsed beside you, allowing you to roll over and cuddle against him with a lazy smile, “Okay, I take it back, baby… You’re pretty fucking bold. Jesus Christ, that was…” You trailed off, giving him a soft kiss.

His hand rubbed gently up and down your back as a cocky grin began to stretch across his face. He pointed behind you, “Thank you, beautiful… but can you say that one more time to the camera?” You lifted your head to see his phone set up against the lamp on the nightstand. “Or that one…” He pointed to the dresser on the opposite side of the room where he had your phone set up to capture a different angle.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sat up to glare at him, trying to hide your own grin.

He simply shrugged, “Now you can watch it as much as I will.” Jake wiggled his eyebrows before pulling back down for another kiss.

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[devilat-thedoor]

Hands to Yourself

Hi loves🤍🤍

It’s currently 1:30am. I have been fighting to get this finished between my work schedule and life. It's barely proofread and shorter than I wanted it to be, but I can say that I’m quite content with how it turned out! I think I may keep the storyline going into a few more parts, but please let me know what you all think. I appreciate the feedback more than anything. Love you, babies💖

Word Count: 5.3K

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Alcohol consumption, Swearing, dom!Jake (that deserves a warning, right?), Oral (M!receiving), slight spit kink, f!reader x f!OC being flirty and touchy. i think that's it for now.

The music drifted through the room quietly while you finished getting dressed. Your hair fell in loose waves down your back as you untucked it from the neck of the pale pink crop top you pulled on. The blue bell bottoms you wore flowed down over your feet, drowning them in the denim. It had been so long since you’d taken a night off to go out and have fun. Jake had been busy with the boys, finalizing everything for their upcoming tour, so you took the opportunity to pick up extra shifts, to keep yourself busy. But when Jake crawled into bed last night, he offered the idea of going out for drinks tonight to unwind. All three of his brothers would be there. “It’ll be fun, you’ve been throwing yourself into work, you deserve a good night out, love.” He persuaded, his voice soft and sweet. He didn’t need to persuade though, you already knew you were going to agree.

Checking your lip gloss in the bathroom mirror, you called out, “Jake, can you come here for a sec?” He was standing in the bathroom doorway within a moment, his eyes raking over your legs, hugged so nicely by the jeans. You smiled to yourself, noticing the slight gape to his mouth, happy that they chose a casual bar for the night. “Can you help with my necklace?” You asked, handing him the chain that held a gold Wheel of Fortune tarot pendant. Your good luck charm. He waited for you to gather your locks into a hold before locking the chain around your neck, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder before pulling away.

His rough hands snaked around your front, pulling your back flush against his chest as he looked over your reflection in the mirror. His chin rested on your shoulder and you brought your hand up to cup his face. “I almost don’t want to go out anymore…” He trailed off, fingers teasing the waistband of your pants, “We could just stay in bed, they wouldn’t miss us.” His lips met your neck, enticing you to accept his proposition; and you would have had you not so badly needed time out of the house.

Your hands grabbed his, peeling them from your body, “We’ll have all day tomorrow to spend in bed.” You turned to face him and let your lips land on his in a soft peck. He pouted his lip when you pulled back to look at him, “Lover, I need a drink or two… or ten.” You smiled at him, batting your eyelashes until he returned the smile and broke away from you with an exaggerated huff. You followed him out of the bathroom, grabbing your jacket as you made your way to the front door to slip your shoes on.

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Jake held the door open, ushering you inside the bustling bar room. It was a busy night, people moved in all directions, crowding the stools around the bar and the tables scattering the area. Some 70s or 80s music played through the speakers, you couldn’t quite make it out as your ears adjusted to the multitude of voices echoing throughout the room. The smell of cigarette smoke drifted through your nostrils, your eyes wandering over the crowd to find an empty table. Jake’s hand landed on the small of your back, forcing your attention to him as he pointed across the space to the pool tables, nestled in the back corner. You followed his finger to see the boys, waving you both over. A small smile curled at your lips, thankful that Danny had brought his girlfriend, Odessa. You absolutely adored her and were more than happy to have another woman there to keep you company while the guys were bullshitting.

As you began your walk towards them, Jake pulled at your hand, halting you. When you turned to face him, he leaned in, half shouting, “I’m gonna go open a tab, you want a gin martini?” He questioned, knowing your typical drink of choice. Your smile forced your eyes to crinkle, but before you could respond, he added, “Dry, of course.” His eyebrow raised with a smirk to his lip. Nodding your head, you pecked his cheek before moving towards the others at the pool table as he made his way to the bar.

Josh greeted you first when you stepped up to the table, wrapping you in a tight hug. “Y/N, it’s been ages!” He placed a kiss on both cheeks in his over-the-top, Joshy way. “You look absolutely radiant tonight!”

You couldn’t help but mirror his face-splitting grin. Just then, Odessa came up behind you, yanking you into her embrace. Her long, dusty red hair fell in a curtain around you. “Babe, you look so hot, what the fuck?!” She beamed, holding you at arms length to look you over. You took the time to admire how good she looked as well. She wore an oversized, faded black, vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt as a dress. It was riddled with tiny rips all over and she fastened a tan belt to cinch the waist and carve out her petite figure, pairing it with matching cowboy boots.

She was incredibly pretty, her red hair a stark contrast against Danny’s almost black hair as he came up beside her. “Dess, are you kidding me?” You held her hand above her head, forcing her into a spin, “you’re so fine! You need to take me thrifting with you one of these days. You always find the best stuff.”

Odessa gave you a toothy grin as you leaned in to Danny’s side, giving him a half hug. “Well if you weren’t working so much, we would be able to make plans…” She raised her eyebrows, giving an accusatory look. You put your hands up in defense, but before you could say anything, she piped up again, “OOOOH! Hang on, I need to introduce you to Sage!” She squealed before turning and rushing to the booth tucked in the corner behind the pool table. Your eyes followed her, catching sight of Sam, his back to you, leaning against the pool table, having a conversation with who you could only assume was Sage. Odessa hooked her arm around the other woman’s, dragging her in your direction. “Y/N, this is my best friend, Sage. Sage, this is Y/N, Jake’s lovely lady.” Odessa giggled and you could tell she was already a few drinks deep.

You smiled, reaching out to awkwardly shake Sage’s hand. She returned the gesture, before Odessa distracted her with light conversation, giving you the time to study her. She stood about 5’9”, her ashy brown hair hung straight, reaching the middle of her back. A light dusting of freckles, sprinkled over her nose and naturally blushed cheeks, making the green of her eyes pop beneath the low bar lighting. She was wearing a black, lacy bodysuit, paired with a short, red suede skirt that hugged her hips in a way that kept your attention for a moment too long.

Suddenly Jake was at your side, his voice snapping you from your thoughts, “Come back to earth, love.” He held your drink out to you as he sipped his beer. All you could do was meet him with a questioning look as you took the glass, hoping your face wasn’t too red. He chuckled quietly, “You just looked a little spaced out… You better not be thinking about work.” His hand found its place at the small of your back, leaning into you, and he left a kiss on your cheek, “Let loose tonight, babe. You deserve it.” He whispered before walking off to join his brothers at the pool table.

You decided to take your boyfriend’s advice and ‘let loose.’ But you may have overdid it a bit. You’d be cursing yourself with regret tomorrow, but when Odessa sent Danny and Sam to the bar for a few rounds of shots, you couldn’t help yourself. After about two hours in the bar, you’d scrapped the gin martinis after your second glass and opted for tequila sodas, per Josh’s suggestion, and whatever shots everyone was buying. You knew better than to mix your liquors, but you could’ve sworn everything was going great until Sammy had the bright idea for everyone to shoot a round of jagerbombs. That was when everything went downhill, though you wouldn’t reap those consequences until tomorrow.

The alcohol had your body buzzing. Danny and Odessa had left, calling their night early. Sage stayed, and you had hit it off pretty well with her, making friendly conversation, sharing jokes and finding mutual interests. She really was beautiful and funny and you found yourself enjoying her company quite a bit. It was a little after 11pm when the jukebox kicked on, Van Halen booming through the overhead speakers. You gasped, jumping up from the booth, nearly tripping on your own feet, “Jake, I wanna dance!” You practically fell into his arms, words slurring ever so slightly. “Come dance with me, pleeeease…” you drew out the plea, attempting to give him puppy dog eyes.

He straightened you to a standing position, laughing softly, “We’re in the middle of a game, but as soon as it’s over-” You cut him off, blowing raspberries in his face as you turned on your heel.

You leaned your elbows on the table, looking at Sage with glazed eyes, “You wanna dance?” The question came out flirtier than you intended, but she must not have noticed or wasn’t bothered by it. She grabbed your hand, standing from her seat and yanked you towards the crowded floor. The place was filled with middle aged men, eyeing the two of you as you swayed with the rhythm of the music. A few older women sat at the bar, giving you dirty looks, but you didn’t notice. The opening notes of ‘Feels Like The First Time’ rang out and it stirred something in you. You and Sage were pressed against each other, a mess of sweat and flowing hair and grinding hips. Her arms snaked around your neck as yours found her hips, pulling one another in tighter. As your bodies writhed together, you caught sight of Jake, his jaw clenched. He didn’t notice you watching him from over Sage’s shoulder, as he adjusted his dick in his jeans, looking around him to see if anybody else saw him do so. You caught your lip between your teeth, abruptly aware of the wetness pooling in your underwear.

Sage broke away from you, sweeping her hair from her forehead, as the song came to an end. “I’m gonna grab another round, be right back.” She half yelled over the music, allowing her fingers to graze your arm as she moved past you, towards the bar. You watched as she went, hips swaying with some intent. Of what, you weren’t sure. When you caught yourself staring, you shook your head, hoping to shake away the thoughts, before returning to your booth.

Jake stood, leaned against the pool table while Josh racked the balls and carried on an animated conversation with Sam. “Hi, lover.” You wrapped your arms around Jake’s torso, pressing your chest into him. You could feel his semi-hard erection in his jeans, causing you to add a little pressure with a roll of your hips. His hands shot up to grab your waist as he choked down a groan. You gave a sly smile, looking to see if his brothers were paying any attention, and dropped your hand to palm his length through the fabric, giving a light squeeze.

He gripped your wrist and forced it to your side, “Watch yourself.” It came out as a warning, but in your inebriated state, you didn’t pay it any mind and rolled your hips into him again. His arms wrapped around you then, locking you tight against him. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You practically fuck Sage on the dancefloor and then you want to come over here and try it with me?” He clicked his tongue, a low chuckle escaping his throat at the quiet gasp that fell from your lips. This man had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it. “I think you need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, love.” You felt his teeth nip your ear lobe and then there was nothing. Jake had let go of you, moving to pick up his cue and start the game.

Sage returned to the table with a tray of tequila shots. She handed you a small glass and you accepted it with a lazy smile. “Lime?” She offered, holding the slice up to you. Your eyes flicked to Jake as he stood, watching your every move. You don’t know why you did it, maybe his words from a moment ago had spurred you on, but you couldn’t stop yourself if you wanted to. You tipped the glass back, gulping down the burning liquid, and then moved forward, wrapping your lips around the lime wedge in Sage’s hand, sucking the juice from it while it sat in her fingers. She just stared at you. You couldn’t tell if she was mesmerized or shocked. Maybe both. But when you pulled away, she dropped the wedge onto the tray sitting on the table and reached to wipe the juice that dripped down your chin, her thumb grazing over your lip so softly. The world felt like it stopped, everything moving in slow motion.

“You guys gonna kiss or what?” Sam spoke from the opposite side of the pool table, breaking the tension. Josh smacked his arm and mumbled something under his breath. Jake had his eyes on you still, a slight incline to his lip, as he tipped the bottle of beer to his mouth. You couldn’t pull your eyes from his, standing frozen in place. You felt your skin heat under his stare and finally excused yourself to the bathroom. Flashes of Jake’s face plagued your thoughts. What was that expression? Anger? No… It was almost playful, challenging you. But what exactly was the challenge?

Taking a few minutes in front of the filthy mirror, you attempted to compose yourself. But as you reached for the door handle to exit the restroom, it was as though every drop of liquor you had consumed ravaged your body at once. You took your time stumbling back to the table. Your feet carried you without much help from your brain, driving your body into various people along the way. The muttered apologies falling from your lips were met with side eyes and angered frowns. When you made it back to the booth, you saw the long, chestnut brown hair and slid in next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He smelled so good, you nestled your nose against his neck, breathing him in. His scent forced your lids to flutter closed. Even after his warning to keep your hands to yourself, you just couldn’t. You let your hand land on his knee, slowly dragging your fingertips up his thigh. Weird. Wasn’t Jake wearing jeans… The thought left your mind quicker than it entered and you allowed your hand to drift further, now hovering over the bulge, prominent in his right pant leg. Your lips found the pulse point in his neck, leaving a kiss, before nipping at his jaw while your fingers lazily danced over his covered length. Just as a strangled groan crept up his throat, a pair of hands grabbed your waist, hauling you up and out of the booth.

You whipped around in confusion, your eyes landing on Jake. Wait no. That doesn’t make sense. How… "Jake, how did you-” You gawked at him, unable to finish your question. Slowly, your head turned back towards the booth that you had just been yanked from and fell upon the figure tucked in the back of it. There sat Sammy, his long, chestnut brown hair acting as a shield to cover the bright red blush overtaking his features. “Oh shit…” Were the only words to leave your lips before everything went black.

Your consciousness came back in blips, only allowing the smallest bits of memory to stick in your mind. Jake half carrying you out of the bar. “M’gonna be sick…” You murmured. He held your hair back with one hand and used the other to keep you steady. You’re not sure how long you spent emptying the contents of your stomach in the parking lot before it all went black again. Suddenly you were in the car, pulling into the driveway of you and Jake’s shared home. Then nothing. The last thing your conscious mind picked up was your boyfriend, rubbing calming circles on your back while you sat in bed, swallowing down the glass of water he’d given you.

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The morning sun glimmered across your eyelids, warming your face in the air conditioned room. You opened your eyes, acclimating to the bright streaks filtering through the window. Your limbs stretched out, and a soft hum vibrated from your throat as your muscles began to loosen.

Rolling over to find Jake, he was laying awake, scrolling through Instagram. “Good morning, beautiful.” He gave you a soft smile. You returned the smile and reached out to snuggle against him, but he pulled away, slipping out of the bed. Seeing your furrowed brow, he simply nodded his head toward the door, “I’m gonna take a shower.” He was padding out of the bedroom before you could argue.

The dull throb in your head was a lot more mild than it should’ve been, given the fact that you drank way more than intended last night. Dragging your body from the mattress, in search of ibuprofen, you made your way to the bathroom. Jake had left the door open, as if to invite you in. Stepping into the steam filled room, you went straight for the medicine cabinet, dumping four of the pills into your hand and tossing them in your mouth. You filled the cup that sat on the sink and swallowed the pills down, chugging the water to chase them. Placing the cup back on the counter, you picked up your toothbrush and turned to face the shower, mindlessly brushing your teeth. You could see Jake through the frosted glass of the doors, rinsing his hair beneath the stream, his fingers combing through his ends. Spitting the foam from your mouth, you put the toothbrush back in the holder and pulled your oversized sleep shirt over your head. You stepped closer to the shower, shedding your panties before pulling the door open. Jake rubbed the water from his eyes, turning to look at you. His eyes raked over your naked form and you felt a chill run through your blood at his hooded gaze, goosebumps prickling your arms. When he finally met your eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw a smirk on his lips. “Can I join you?” Your voice came out quietly. He did say anything, just turned to rinse the remaining conditioner from his hair. You took that as an open invitation and stepped in, closing the door. But as you reached to pull Jake towards you, he caught your wrist, dropping it to your side. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You questioned, the confusion evident on your face.

Jake moved back, pushing the shower door open and stepping out. “Nothing, love. I’m just finished up, you go ahead and shower.” He grabbed his towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist, leaving you alone, for the second time this morning, without another word.

You stood there, dumbfounded, for a moment. Why is he acting like this? Without even cleansing yourself, you turned the knobs, shutting the water off. Ripping a towel down from the rack, you stormed into your bedroom as you pulled the towel around your chest, securing it. Jake stood in front of his dresser, his own towel discarded on the bed. He was gliding deodorant on, when you entered the room. “Jake, are you mad at me or something?” Your voice echoed through the space, coming out louder than you meant.

“No, I’m not mad at you, Y/N.” He didn’t bother to look at you as he chuckled.

Moving towards him, you reached out to grab his arm and turn him to face you. But when your fingers hit his skin, he jerked away as though your touch burned him. “What the fuck, Jake?” You raised your voice, not allowing him the chance to answer, “Why won’t you let me touch you? What did I do?” Your pleading expression was met with his calm demeanor.

He took a slow step forward, eyes boring into you, and kept his tone even, “I told you that you needed a lesson in keeping your hands to yourself.” His fingers grazed your cheek as he tucked your hair behind your ear, “And after the shit you pulled last night…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his hand moving to yank the towel from your body. “I think it’s time you learned.” The towel crumpled at your feet and Jake ran his index finger from your throat, down the space between your breasts, stopping just below your belly button and leaving a blazing hot trail in its wake. “What do you think, love?” His breath was warm, fanning over your face as he spoke.

The wetness that pooled between your legs was undeniable, causing you to squirm under his stare. “Whatever you want, Jake. I’ll do anything.” You whispered, aching to wrap your body around him.

He smiled at your response, cupping your cheek for a moment before his demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened, “Kneel.” He commanded. You obliged almost instantly, dropping to your knees, noticing that he was lazily pumping his growing erection. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. His hand stopped, falling to his side and you made a move to replace his hand with your own. “No hands.” He scolded, causing you to drop them into your lap. “I’ll tie them behind your back if I have to. Be good.” He waited for you to nod in understanding.

“I’ll be good, baby. Promise.” You knew how pathetic you sounded but you just wanted his hands on you. Wanted to taste him, feel him. You needed it and weren’t afraid to beg for it. “Please, baby…”

Satisfied with your plea and promise, his right hand weaved into your hair as you looked up to meet his eyes from where you rested on your knees below him. He brought his left hand to your chin, “You’re breathtaking.” he half-whispered, running his thumb over your plump bottom lip. “You know that, right?” You responded by allowing your tongue to roll out and flick over the rough pad of his thumb. Your gaze flicked from his face to his cock, resting at eye level with you. He was impossibly hard, every intricate vein visible and you ached to trace along them all with your tongue.

As if reading your mind, he tipped your chin up, forcing your eyes back to his. “You want it?” He questioned, a smirk playing on his lips as you nodded eagerly. His left hand dropped, “Then take it.” He nudged the back of your head toward him, right hand still tangled in your locks.

With your mouth practically watering, your focus went back to his cock. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to the head. but as you opened your mouth to take him in, his grip tightened on your hair, holding you back. Your brow furrowed, eyes searching his, silently questioning him, but his face only held a barely there, smug smile as he eyed you. Your attention returned to his length before you lunged forward, with more force this time, your lips just closing around the tip before he yanked you back, holding you in place. “Jake please…” You whined in frustration, the taste of his salty precum on the tip of your tongue from the short contact.

“I think you can do better than that, sweet girl.” he simply chuckled as he bent down to meet you face to face, that devilish smirk creeping across his features. “You want it so bad…work harder for it.” He spat the last part in a condescending whisper.

You continued to fight against his grasp, inching closer. His fist loosened, giving you a bit of slack which allowed your mouth to just barely wrap around the head of his length. Then he pulled you back again, your scalp beginning to ache from the tension. You were growing more impatient by the second and Jake knew that. “Y’gonna give up already, love?”

You wanted to slap the arrogant expression from his face when suddenly, a lightbulb flicked on in your head. No hands. You shifted your body, ass resting on the backs of your legs as you brought your hands behind your back, clasping them together. Looking up at him again, you kept direct eye contact, opening your mouth and letting your tongue hang out, leaving your throat open and relaxed for him.

Jake let out a sigh as he leaned down, “That’s my good girl.” He smiled, massaging his hand over your stinging scalp. Before he straightened to stand, he let a string spit fall from his mouth onto your awaiting tongue. Your body shuddered at the lewd action. Just as his spit began to drip from your tongue, he took his middle and ring finger and scooped the bead of saliva, forcing it into your mouth. His palm rested on your chin as his fingers slid deeper into your mouth. Your lips closed around his fingers, a gag threatening its way up. Jake could sense it and added pressure to the back of your tongue. “Relax your throat, Y/N.” He ordered. You closed your eyes, focusing on the taste of his skin, and allowed yourself to swallow around him. He hummed at the feeling, “Open up.” He pulled his hand away, tapping your cheek.

You complied, opening wide for him. He stepped forward, gathering your hair in his fist again, and taking the base of his cock in the other hand. You watched down the bridge of your nose as he pushed the tip past your lips. Your tongue flicked over the underside as he pushed further, a faint ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth. When he finally tapped the back of your throat he stilled, letting his head hang, his breath leaving in short huffs. You relaxed your throat the best you could, trying not to move out of fear that he’d pull away. You attempted to swallow the saliva pooling on your tongue, causing Jake’s hips to buck forward. His lips curled up into that evil smirk as he pulled your head back, slipping out of your mouth before driving back in with intent. He kept a steady pace, dragging your head back and forth by your hair.

When your eyes began to water, he pulled out for a moment, admiring the state you were in. Hair in tangles, face red and tear stained, lips and chin glistening with spit, chest heaving and mouth agape with heavy breaths. “You’re doing so well, pretty baby.” His touch was gentle as he praised you, cupping your cheeks. Before you could react, his hands grasped your head and drove his dick back into your mouth, more forceful this time. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to choke him down. His hips bucked relentlessly, fucking into your throat at a pace you could barely keep up with. Your hands ached to grab at him, to just feel his skin under your touch. But you held them back, opting to dig your nails into your own palms.

The spit was dripping from your mouth, coating your chin and neck and dripping onto your breasts. His cock twitched against your tongue and a violent gag roared from your throat. Jake groaned at the sound. He was close. Your jaw was starting to ache, but Jake’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. You timed his next thrust; When his tip made contact with the back of your mouth, you slipped your tongue out and flicked it over his balls. “Holy fuuuuck…” His eyes found yours as his mouth hung open. “Do it again.” It almost sounded like a plea leaving his lips. He drew out slowly before diving back in and you repeated the same gesture. His lids fluttered closed and his grip on your hair was almost painful as he buried himself in your throat. The short patch of hair at the base of his cock brushed the tip of your nose. A chorus of strangled moans and curses fell from his mouth as his climax overtook his body. The first string of his release hit you, forcing another gag to rip from your esophagus as you swallowed it. You hollowed your cheeks, gently bobbing your head to coax him back down to earth and he welcomed it. His hands rubbed over your scalp, a shudder rolling through his body.

When he finally softened, you let him fall from your lips. Jake moved to sit on the edge of the bed, allowing his breathing to calm. You sat watching him, you didn’t dare move until he held his out to you. “Come here, love.” It wasn’t a command, more of an offering. You stood, your legs shaking from being tucked beneath you, and slipped your hand into his. He pulled you down onto his lap, holding you close and placing a kiss to your lips. “Are you okay?” The question was laced with concern. He picked up the towel that sat behind him and wiped your neck and chest off.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you watched him clean you up with the softest touch. “I’m okay, lover.” Your fingers trailed up his chest and over his shoulders before wrapping around his back. “But I don’t think I understood the lesson.” You giggled at his playful eyeroll, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Maybe we can go over it again later?” He couldn’t stop the grin that cracked across his face at your inquiry.

He pulled you in for another kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. “Let’s talk about it over breakfast.” He stood up, placing you on your feet. “You need some food in your stomach before you get sick.” Jake pulled a t-shirt from his dresser, tossing it to you.

“Okay, but I want waffles.” You pulled the shirt over your head before moving to your dresser to grab a pair of underwear. “And maybe you can fill me in on what exactly I did last night that was sooo bad.”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Uhhhhh…” You stared at the ceiling, trying to think back to the last memory you had of the night. “I remember asking you to dance with me, but you wouldn’t leave the pool table.” You stated matter-of-factly.

He smirked, “But you still got to dance…” He trailed off, waiting for you to finish his thought.

You thought harder, flashes of Sage’s body grinding with yours, creeping into your mind. “Oh. With Sage…” You searched for more pieces of lost memory, but came up short. “I can’t remember anything past that.” You raked your hand through your hair as you looked back at Jake.

He smiled to himself before strolling out of the room. He called from the hallway, “I’ll fill in the blanks while we cook. But I don’t think Sam’s gonna be around for a while.” Jake’s laugh echoed through the house.

“Wait, what happened to Sammy?”

READ PT 2

[devilat-thedoor]

What Is and What Should Never Be Ch 7. pt1

A/N: to everyone who’s waited patiently while i got my shit together and found my motivation, i appreciate you and i hope you’re still with me🩵 the support i’ve received on this story means more than i could ever explain… but things are about to get a little rocky. i love you🫶🏽

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected Shower sex, Overstimulation[very briefly], Oral[m rec]), Minor Arguing/Fighting, Alcohol Consumption, Mentions of Death(loss of a parent/parents). If i missed anything, please let me know!

If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn’t do it right.

“Hmm…stop…” You giggled sleepily at the feeling of Jake’s fingers sliding beneath your shirt to poke at your ribs. “Jake, I’m sleeping.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re sleeping, peach…” His head was on your chest, his legs tangled with your own, “Hey.”

You lifted your head and opened your eyes to find him looking up at you. “Hey.” Giving him a soft smile, you reached to push the hair from his face.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Jake grasped your side and rolled over to pull you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Let’s do something today.” He was studying your face as though he were memorizing every detail. Picking his head up, he pressed his lips to yours for a brief moment. “Anything you want, peach… I just wanna spend all day with you.”

After stealing another kiss from him, you sat up to straddle his waist. “Wait- You’re supposed to open today… What time is it?” When you leaned over to grab your phone from the nightstand, he squeezed his arms around you and flipped you, pinning you down with his body. “Jake!” You squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist, “You’re gonna be late…” You warned, but the way your hands held onto his back made it clear that you didn’t want him to move.

He was kissing along your jaw, smirking at the way your breath caught in your throat. “I called Charlie last night… He’s covering my shift.” He left no room for you to question as he continued spoiling your skin with warm kisses. “So what do you wanna do?”

“Hmm…probably shower first…”

“Shower?” His teeth grazed your collarbone and he chuckled at the gasp that escaped you. “Okay, we can shower… Then what?” He took it upon himself to grasp the hem of your shirt, rising from your body enough to pull the shirt over your head.

You lifted from the mattress as he did so, flopping back down with a giggle. “Umm… Then coffee and breakfast?”

“Done and done.” Jake resumed his position on top of you. “What’s after breakfast, peach?” He latched his mouth onto your breast, sucking at the supple skin.

“Then maybe we c- shit…” Your back arched as he dragged his tongue over your nipple, forcing the skin to pebble. Your mind was swirling at the feeling of his mouth and his hands on you, though you couldn’t help but acknowledge the elephant in the room. “Then… Maybe we talk about last night?”

He froze for a moment before laying his forehead on your chest, releasing a defeated sigh as he replied quietly, “There’s nothing left to talk about, Y/N.” Silence hung between the two of you until he finally lifted his face. It was evident from the look he was giving you that he didn’t want to have another conversation regarding his ex.

Cupping his cheeks, you gave him a sympathetic smile. “I don’t just mean that.” You began to slide out from beneath, pulling yourself into a sitting position, and he followed suit. You rubbed your hands over your face as he raised an eyebrow at you in question. “Jake, do you trust me?” When he began to roll his eyes, you pulled the blanket up to cover your bare chest. “Don’t do that, just-...” You had to laugh a little as he eyed you with annoyance. “Despite the way that you flirt with Olivia and constantly favor her over me, I still trust you.” Slowly, you moved towards him, letting the blanket fall away as you climbed into his lap, “Baby… I just need to know that you believe me when I say that I’m yours. I don’t want Josh- I don’t want anybody that isn’t you.” Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you felt his body relax.

“I know- I believe you.” His hands begin to roam your body again, skimming your thighs and the length of your spine. “I’m gonna be better, peach, I swear… I’m gonna try.” He held your gaze, his brown eyes soft and vulnerable, and you began to melt into him. “Please tell me that’s enough…”

You nodded your head, twisting your fingers through his soft hair, “It is… It’s more than enough.” Your gentle reassurance brought a small smile to his face and he moved in for another kiss but you jumped up from the bed before he could connect his lips to yours. “What?” You asked when he held his hands out in confusion.

“We were in the middle of something… Come back here.” He was almost whining, though he’d deny that if you called him out on it. Jake crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for your hand, trying to pull you back into the sea of sheets to get lost with him.

Grasping his face in your free hand, you squished his cheeks, forcing his lips to pucker. You couldn’t help but giggle at his annoyed expression as you pecked him one last time before turning away from him, “Shower first, remember?...... Then coffee and breakfast.” Pulling your robe from the back of your bedroom door, you shrugged it on and tied it to cover yourself before slipping out of your room and going to the bathroom. After turning the water on, you took the chance to brush your teeth while it warmed up. As you removed the robe, ready to step into the steaming hot shower, the door opened.

Jake greeted your look of question with a grin as he stripped out of his boxers without an ounce of bashfulness. “What? I need a shower too… Thought we could conserve water.” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled the curtain back, watching the way you hungrily eyed him. “We don’t have all day, peach. We’re getting dangerously close to missing breakfast…”

Chewing on your lip, you finally slid the old, tattered boxers down your legs and moved by him to step in the tub, “I suppose that is the most important meal of the day.” Once you were beneath the stream, he stepped in behind you and closed the curtain. “Hey!” Just as you tilted your head back to wet your hair, Jake had yanked you out of the way and took your place.

“Can I have the shampoo, peach?” He reached blindly as the water cascaded down and around his face.

Your gaze traveled over his body, “Mhmm…” Squeezing a bit of the product into your own hand, you stepped closer and rubbed your palms together to create a lather. Once you were close enough that he could feel the heat coming off of your body, he peeked one eye open just in time to see you reaching up to scrub the suds into his scalp. His hands fell to your waist and he pulled you against him as a groan vibrated from his chest and rattled against your own. “You have really great hair, y’know…”

Jake leaned his head into your touch, his smile growing mischievous, “I know, baby… But you-” He paused, his hands sliding down your back and over your ass, “-have a really great ass…”

An involuntary moan escaped your mouth as he squeezed the flesh and leaned forward to kiss you. “Aht! We gotta rinse, Jake… Then condition.” Tugging on his hair, you forced his head back under the shower and worked the soap out of his strands. He remained patient through the process and allowed you to apply the conditioner and rinse it before moving out of the way so you could wash your own hair.

As you finished raking the conditioner through your locks, he pressed himself against your back and brought his hands around to cup your breasts, “You know how tortuous it is, peach… To watch the way your body moves while you do the most mundane of tasks…” His voice was a husky whisper in your ear.

“Is that why your dick is poking my asscheek right now?” You looked over your shoulder at him and reached back to grasp his hardening length, smirking at the sharp intake of breath he took.

He bucked into your hand as his mouth latched onto your neck, kissing and sucking, his tongue dragging across your wet skin, “I swear to god, if I don’t get to fuck you before we leave this apartment… I might die, peach.”

“I think you’re being dramatic.” You tightened your grip on him and began to stroke his cock, the remnants of conditioner making your hand slip over him with no resistance. “I’ll give you five minutes to make me cum…”

He pulled his mouth away from you with a scoff, “Five minutes? Why only five?”

“Because I have to rinse the conditioner out of my hair in five minutes…” You began to slow your hand to a stop, “If you don’t think you can do it then just say that, Jake.”

He released a growl and grabbed your wrist to pull your hand off of him. Within seconds, he had both of your hands and your chest pressed against the shower wall, “Keep your hands here and your smart mouth shut.” Jake grasped your hips then, pulling them back slightly while you remained still, and before you knew it, he was buried completely inside of you. “Fuuuuck… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of you.” He drew himself out of you and straight back in, setting a surprisingly slow pace. Goosebumps scattered across your skin at the feeling of his hot breath on your neck and despite the relaxed, lazy strokes he was giving, you still fought to keep your moans locked in. He was watching your face, the way you bit your lips together and squeezed your eyes shut, “How many minutes do I have left, baby? About three, would you say?” There was a hint of amusement in his words like he was mocking you.

“Yes… Three.” You replied through gritted teeth, annoyed that your orgasm was already beginning to build.

His right hand slithered from your hip to find your clit as he began to flick and tease the bud beneath his fingers, “I can feel it, peach… You’re already close, aren’t you?” A short laugh escaped him as the whimpers you’d been holding started to cascade from your lips, “What’s the matter, hmm? You didn’t think I could do it?” If there was one thing about Jake, it’s that he would never pass up the opportunity to gloat.

It was all winding too fast for you to stop it and it was mostly thanks to his skilled fingers, rolling over your clit at an eye rolling speed. “J-Jake… Please… I’m gonna- I- shit…” Your body was moving on its own, rocking back to meet his thrusts, and your legs started to wobble. “Oh god… Oh…god!” You cried out, your climax washing over you in such a hot rush that it made the water feel icy. Jake held you up as he slid his length out of you and a shiver swept over your skin.

“I think I still have a minute to spare.” He was always so arrogant, cocky. You stepped out of his hold and sank to your knees, wasting no time in sucking him into your mouth. “There you go, baby- fuck… Do you know how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth? So fucking pretty…” The water was raining down over your head, streaming down your face, and he carefully combed his fingers through your hair to move it out of your face. You swirled your tongue around the tip holding eye contact with him. “C’mon, peach. Don’t you fucking tease.”

You let him fall from your mouth, your hand picking up the slack, and gazed up at him through your lashes, “I’m not teasing, baby… I’m savoring.” You gave him one long kitten lick, accompanied by a satisfied hum.

His head rolled back as he let out a needy groan, then he suddenly had a fistful of your hair as his head snapped back up and his jaw clenched tight. “You can savor all you want later, but the water is starting to get cold and my patience is wearing thin. Open.” His demanding and dominant voice alone could’ve brought you to a second orgasm if you weren’t so focused on giving him what he deserved. Taking your hand off of him, you opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. Jake loosened his grip on your hair as he used his free hand to guide his cock to your mouth. You kept your eyes locked on his and closed your lips around him as he pushed further. “Use your tongue, baby.” He sounded desperate, his nails scratching at you scalp as he fucked into your mouth.

You obliged, waving your tongue along the underside of his cock, putting pressure on the large vein that decorated it. When an unexpected whimper tumbled from his mouth, you pulled yourself off of him, “Jake…baby, can you let me have control for a minute?” You gave him the best doe eyes you could manage.

He eyed you silently for a moment, but when you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shaft while maintaining eye contact, he relinquished and gave you a single nod, releasing your hair. “Don’t play games, Y/N. If you- oh fuck…” You didn’t give him time to finish his threat as you took him back into your mouth, bobbing your head and stroking him simultaneously. The grunts leaving his throat told you that he was enjoying it but you took it step further, removing your hand completely to grasp the back of his thighs and swallow him all the way down. “Jesus christ, peach. I-...” He trailed off as your throat pulsed and squeezed around his tip. The hot water had officially gone cold and you could feel Jake shiver beneath your fingertips. He was muttering under his breath, nothing of coherence, and you knew he was there, he just needed a final push. As you resumed bobbing your head again, you began to massage his balls and that was more than enough. Jake desperately grasped at the back of your head as he came. An abundance of curses and praises rained over you with the water as he emptied himself onto your tongue. “Peach…” It was a warning to tell you that he was finished but you continued to blow him, hollowing your cheeks while you innocently gazed up at him. He was trying to pull you off of him by your hair, his brows pinched tightly, “Y/N…” He was beginning to tremble, his knees getting weaker and threatening to buckle but you wouldn’t let up. He was starting to whimper and whine, an unfamiliar vulnerability creeping over him, “P-please… I can’t- you gotta st-... I can’t take it, peach.” His pleas were wearing on you and you were about to stop when he was overcome by a second climax.

You eased him through it as gently as you could, rubbing your palm up and down his thigh in a soothing manner. Jake was panting, holding onto the shower wall to keep himself upright, when you spun around to shut the water off and stand up. “Are you okay, baby?” Stepping towards him cautiously, you wrapped your arms around his midsection and placed a soft kiss to the center of his chest.

He looked down at you through heavy lidded eyes and for a second you thought he was going to be mad at you. “I’ve never felt anything like that. What the fuck did you do to me?” He was still a bit breathless as he wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your temple.

You giggled softly, looking up at him, “Would you trust me enough to let me do it again?” Yanking the curtain open, you broke away from Jake to step out and grab your towel, “Overstimulation can lead to a more heightened sense of euphoria because it borders the line between pain and pleasure…” You shrugged as you tossed a towel at him and watched him pat his skin dry before securing it around his waist all while trying to hide his smirk. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

He cut his eyes to you, seeing your own grin, “No… Kiss your little power trip goodbye, peach.” He walked by you and pulled the bathroom door open to usher you out. “I do appreciate that lesson in overstimulation, though…” As you passed through the doorway, he reeled his hand back and left a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to yelp, “It’ll come in handy later.”

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Summer had breezed by in a flash and aside from the solid tan you got, the only thing that changed between the start of the season and the end, was how much your feelings for Jake had grown. Maybe it was falling asleep and waking up tangled together… Or maybe the countless dates; some spent curled up on his couch with a glass of wine and a new takeout menu while the two of you tried to agree on a new documentary to watch. Other times, you’d find yourselves at some hole-in-the-wall bar that nobody’s ever heard of, but leave it to Jake to sniff out a place with live music. Thinking back on your first day of work at Highway Tunes, you never would’ve expected to still be here, let alone sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s car as he held your hand over the shifter, driving you to work.

“I’ll be back to get you at closing, yeah?” He pulled into his usual spot in the back lot and shifted the car into park, finally releasing your hand.

You grabbed your bag from the floor and dug through it to make sure you had everything you could possibly need for your shift, “No…” Turning to look at your boyfriend, you smiled and leaned over the console to kiss his cheek before grasping the door handle.

“What do you mean ‘no’? What-.”

Gently placing your hand on his thigh, you waited for him to stop talking. “You and Josh promised Sam that you’d go on that hike with him tomorrow so he could get pictures for his portfolio. He’s going to have you both up before sunrise and I don’t want any part of that if I’m working the double tomorrow.” You watched as he started to pout, biting back your giggles. “You’ll live, Jake. It’s one night without me… Besides, I’ve barely seen Bell at all the past few weeks and we’re gonna have a movie night.”

He grasped your hand before you could pull it away from him, “What if I don’t live, Y/N?” He was leaning in closer to you as he spoke, “What if I bury my face in your pillow and suffocate?... Or what if a bug crawls into my mouth and I choke and you’re not there to save me? Do you really want that on your conscience, peach?”

The tip of his nose poked yours and you rolled your eyes at him, “You’re ridiculous… And you’re not gonna change my mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You left him with a soft, lingering peck and pushed the car door open to step out. In true Jake fashion, he waited until you were through the back door of the store before he drove off.

“Hey! Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. I want- shit…hang on…” Josh was struggling to untangle himself from a mess of christmas lights and cords when you came out of the back hallway.

He gave up and remained seated on the floor, trying to unknot the mess around him as you approached, “Josh… Honey, what are you doing?” You dropped your bag and kneeled beside him to examine the varying array of wires, “Christmas is like, four months away.” Out of habit, you immediately began to help him, pulling the string lights apart. 

Josh watched you quietly, a smile ghosting over his lips at the way your brows scrunched in concentration. “You’re always diving in to save me, sweetheart…” He whispered it so softly, it was like he didn’t want you to hear it. “We uhh… We do this end of summer event every year.”

“An event?” You lifted your head to look at him just as you pulled a knot free.

“Yeah… So we set up a big tent in the back parking lot and have a few local bands play some music. We charge fifty bucks for front door entry and that gives the customers access to the live music out back and we always have a ton of food and drinks. But it’s also an automatic entry into a giveaway we do.” He managed to get one of the light bundles free and wrapped it neatly to set aside.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Fifty bucks? People pay that?” You couldn’t hide your shock at the cover price.

Josh chuckled as he yanked at the wires, “It seems steep, I know… See, all the money goes to a good cause and the community loves to offer support.” He twisted his body, reaching into a box behind him to grab a piece of paper and pass it to you. “This is last year’s flyer… We open around 1pm, people pay the cover and they can browse as usual if they want or they can just head straight out back for the music and food.” He was hyper-focused on a specific knot and you couldn’t take your eyes off his hands, his fingers. The way the veins protruded and flexed beneath his skin as he pulled more lights away from the tangles. “But the money is-... My eyes are up here, babe…” He had a giant, teasing grin when you cast your eyes to his face and you were sure your face was bright red, but he just laughed it off and continued, “All the money we collect from the entry fee goes to a non-profit organization. We try to donate to a different one every year but it’s almost always one that gives young kids the opportunity to learn about music or instruments, y’know?”

You finally managed to pull a strand of lights and an extension cord free at the same time, “Is this another tradition that your parents started?” After neatly wrapping the wires, you set them aside and put your attention back on the curly haired boy.

“No, actually. Jakey and I tried to convince them to do it a few times but they thought- well, with the money that would have to be put into everything to make it all happen, they didn’t think it was worth the risk.” A look of pride arose on his face with a soft smile, “We both saved a lot of our own money from working here and when mom and dad finally passed it down to us… It wasn’t even a conversation that needed to be had, we knew that we wanted to do it so we made it happen.” He dropped the knots he was working on and started to stand up, “C’mere.” He took your hand and helped you up from the floor before leading you to the office. You let your hand remain clasped with his until he released it to pull something from the shelf behind the desk. “This is from our first year.”  It was a small photo album. Josh laid it on the desk and ushered you into the chair.

Taking a seat, you looked down at the leather cover and ran your fingers down the edge before flipping it open. “Oh my god… Is this you and Jake?” The very first picture in the album was the twins, standing outside of the store. They both looked so young, baby-faced, and a lot different than how you knew them. The sight of Josh without his facial hair made it so much more obvious that he and Jake were completely identical. “Your hair, Josh… You look-.” You paused, clamping your mouth shut.

“Sexy? I know… All the ladies and the gents wanted me.” He was half joking but still gave you a smug smirk.

“I was gonna say you looked like a douchebag but I suppose if you felt sexy…” You chuckled at the scoff he let out and glanced up at him, “Oh, you know I’m joking. You were very sexy, boss. The faded sides suit you, but I like your fluffy curls now better… for the record.” Dropping your eyes back to the album, you flipped the page to find more photos from that same day. Sam was in a few of them along with another boy that you’d never seen before. “Bell would get a kick out of these. Sam was just a baby, oh god. You were all so young.” You studied Jake in all of the pictures. There was something different about him that you couldn’t quite place your finger on so you moved your attention to the mystery boy. A handsome, tall, dark haired boy. “Who’s this? You guys never mentioned a fourth brother.”

Josh sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, “That’s Daniel- Danny.” He was smiling down at the photos as he continued, “He’s Sammy’s best friend. We all grew up together. So yeah, I guess he is our brother. I’m surprised you haven’t met him yet, he’s been back from college all summer.” As though he was growing impatient, he reached down to turn the next page himself, “Those were from when Jake and I were fresh out of high school. Mom got excited with the camera and spent the whole day taking pictures.” 

Silence fell upon the two of you as you flipped further in the album. You stopped at a picture of Jake, holding his middle finger up to flip the camera off, or maybe whoever was behind it. “Did Sam take these? They’re so good.” You’d gotten better at noticing his work with a camera. Between the way Bellamy gushed over his talent and the few times he’d been in the store or at Jake’s, showing off his photos, you’d grown to appreciate how talented he truly was.

“Yeah, actually. He kept insisting that we’d want to look back at the year our lives changed.” He put air quotes around the last part, “But we knew that he was only documenting to keep an eye on us for mom and dad… I guess I’m glad he did.” Josh slid off of the desk and crouched down beside you with excitement, placing a hand on your knee to keep himself balanced, “He made a photo album for Jake and I and a matching one for our parents- OH! Okay, these are from our first charity event!”

“Oh wow… This is so cool.” You’d never seen the store so full. There were dozens of people in the pictures, laughing, shopping, mingling. As you continued to flip, there were photos of a makeshift stage in the back parking lot, a band playing while people watched and cheered. Jake stood at a small, portable grill, flipping burgers with a genuine smile on his face. There was a girl standing close to him, watching him, her smile not quite as big as his but still present. As you continued turning the pages, her face was becoming more frequent in the photos, always close to Jake. You started to feel a sick, sinking feeling in your stomach as you scanned over her light brown hair and blue eyes. “Josh…” He looked up at you as you turned the page, his smile fading at your expression. “Who is this girl in all the p-...” Your voice faded off as your question was answered by the next page of pictures; Jake holding her hand, embracing her, kissing her.

“Shit… Umm, I should-.” Josh attempted to close the book but you flattened your palm against it to keep it open. “Y/N, I-... it’s nobody, just-.”

“It’s her. It’s Ivy, isn’t it?” You watched as he pulled the book away from you, waiting for a confirmation.

He released a sigh and closed it, standing up to place it back in its place on the shelf, “I forgot she was even in any of the pictures, that’s not why I was showing you them.” When he turned to face you again, he had a look on his face that you were beginning to grow accustomed to. “Y/N, look…just-.”

You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was about to say, “I won’t bring it up to him. It’ll stay between us…promise.” Standing up from the chair, you placed a hand on Josh’s arm to ease his stress. He held your gaze for a moment, his brown eyes nearly hypnotizing, and reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “Um- I should…do my job.” You pulled away from him and pointed towards the doorway before his fingers could make contact and made a swift exit.

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The shift stayed fairly busy and so did you, for the most part. You took care of the customers while Josh finished detangling the lights and cords and by 7:00, it had pretty much died off. The store was empty for the first time in hours and you finally had the chance to take a break. You finished putting away the stack of cassette tapes in your hand and went to grab your bottle of water from beneath the front counter. As you passed the office door, you stopped to do a double take, “Jake?” You pushed the door open further to see your boyfriend leaning over the desk, looking at the computer screen with his twin. “When did you-”

“Peach, come over here and give us your opinion.” He interrupted you, holding his hand out. Josh flicked his eyes to you briefly before setting them back on the screen. Jake’s impatience got the better of him, as it usually did, and he was coming across the small room to grab your hand and pull you to the opposite side of the desk. He planted you in front of him, a gentle grasp on your hip, as he pointed at the computer. “Which one do you like better?”

You looked back and forth between what you assumed were designs for this year’s flyers. There were two different options and you knew right away that each of the designs belonged to one of the twins. “No. Nuh uh. I’m not gonna be the deciding vote in this. Count me out.” You tried to break away but your boyfriend moved his hand from your hip and wrapped his arm around you, holding you against him.

Josh turned to you then, “Y/N, we’ve been arguing over this for days now. We need a tie breaker so we can get them printed.”

“Ask someone else to be the tie breaker!” You whined, trying to wiggle out of Jake’s hold.

The curly haired twin released a long, exhausted breath, “Come on, sweetheart… You’re the only one who’s opinion isn’t biased.”

“Yeah… Come on, sweetheart.” Jake mocked his brother with a smirk before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“How do you know I’m not biased?” You leaned forward, placing your palms flat on the desk to really examine both designs. They were both great and you could easily tell which belonged to who. Jake’s was set on a black background with a gold border and gold lettering. Elegant but not flashy. Josh’s was the opposite; bold and vibrant letters with a fun font. A border made up of vinyl records. “I like this one a lot.” You pointed to Jake’s first and he was ready to celebrate his triumph but you weren’t finished, “But… I think that this one is the better option.”

Your boyfriend dropped his hands from your body, “Of course you do…”

“Jake, don’t start. You wanted my opinion, I gave it… Don’t act like a child.”

“How is his better? It looks like a 1st grader made it.” He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, “Why don’t you be honest and tell me why you really like my brother’s design better?”

Josh rolled his eyes, shaking his head a bit as he attempted to soothe the tension his twin was creating, “Jake, it’s not a big-”

“No, Josh.” You cut him off as you whipped around to address the long haired boy, “I never said that I liked his better, first of all. Let’s get that straight.” You were pointing your finger at him like a mother scolding her child as he stared at you, “Second of all, you wanted my opinion. My un-fucking-biased opinion. And that’s what you got. Both designs are great but Josh’s is more eye-catching and they’re going to be a hell of a lot cheaper to print… If you’re not worried about the money, then fuck it. Print both. I don’t give a shit. I need out of this goddamn room.” You wasted no time in leaving the office, only stopping to grab your phone from beneath the counter then walking to the back to step outside.

You propped the back door open and took a deep breath of the cool summer air, trying to force the tension out of your body. It had been lingering beneath your skin since you’d seen the photo album and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was how deep in love Jake looked in the pictures with her… Maybe that you’d never seen him look at you like that. You shook the thoughts away as best as you could, remembering that he still has a wall up around his heart and he’s really come a long way since you first met him.

“Peach.” He laughed as you jumped at his unexpected presence. “Baby, I’m sorry…”

You took a few steps away from him, “It’s fine, you just startled me.” You were staring at your phone screen, reading a text from Bellamy, when he closed the distance between you and plucked the phone from your hands.

He slid the device into his pocket, ignoring your grabbing hands and protests, “No. I’m sorry for acting like a dickhead.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him as gently as he could, “I- You’re right. Josh’s is a better option and we’re gonna go with it… I got a little insecure when you chose him over me.”

His admission made you melt into him as you brought your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, “I didn’t choose him over you, babe. But I understand where you’re coming from and why it may have seemed like that.” You were lost in his sweet, brown eyes as his lips began to curl, “Jake, I l-.” Realizing what was about to come out of your mouth, you bit down on your lip to stop it. It’s not that you didn’t want to say it, but you didn’t want to spook him, so you skated around those three words with something that felt safer. “You’re mine, okay? And I’m yours. Nothing else matters.”

Jake left a soft kiss on your forehead and everything was still for a moment until he pulled back to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come back home with me tonight?”” He made it so hard to say no when he gave you those eyes.

“Of course I want to…” You skimmed your hands down his torso with a sweet smile, “But Bellamy texted and wants to go out for a drink when I get off.” Wiggling your fingers into his pocket, you retrieved your phone to text your friend back.

“You said a movie night.” The way his tone changed told you that he didn’t like the idea of you going out. “I thought you wanted to sleep because you’re working a double tomorrow…But you’re going out to a bar?”

Rolling your eyes, you sent a text to Bell to confirm and tucked your phone away, “I told her one drink and then home. She won’t push, Jake. Trust me.” 

“Then can I go for a drink with you?”

“Jacob…” You rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment, “One night will not kill you. It’s just Bell and I. One drink, then home for the rest of the night.” Digging your hand back into his pocket, you pulled his keys out and dangled them in front of his face. “Babe, go home. You can catch up on that show that I hate and stretch out on the couch or in bed without me clinging to you…” You knew none of it mattered. He’d take every night with you over anything else and he’s made that obvious. “I’ll call you when I get home. I’m gonna go clean up for closing. Go.” Grabbing his hand, you dropped the keys into his palm and closed his fingers around them. You pressed your lips to his cheek before moving by him to go back inside but he caught your wrist, pulling you back.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you with those pretty, espresso colored eyes. You could’ve gazed into them forever if he didn’t finally speak. “I’m gonna sleep like shit tonight, you know that?” he kissed your temple and released you, walking to his car.

Letting the backdoor fall shut, you went back to the front to begin your closing duties and found Josh sweeping the floor. “Hey, I was gonna do that, hun.” You went for the rag and spray bottle to clean off the front counter and display cases.

“I already wiped everything down, sweetheart.” He gave you a small smile as he brushed the pile of dirt into a dustpan. “In fact, everything is pretty much done. I doubt we’ll get much traffic through here the rest of the night, I’m probably just gonna lock up.” He placed the broom back in its spot behind the counter and glanced at the clock as he smoothed out his mustache, “You can clock out for the night and head home if you want.”

Following his eyes to the clock, you saw that it was about 7:45pm. “Oh. Umm. Yeah, okay. Let me call Bellamy.” You unlocked your phone to find your friend’s contact. You held it to your ear, thankful that you’d be able to go for a drink and get home even earlier than you’d anticipated. “Bell? Hello?” You struggled to hear her over the noise in the background on her end.

What’s up, babe?

“Bellamy, I can barely hear you. Where are you?”

What? Hang on, let me just-... Okay, is that better?

The noise faded out to almost silence, making it easier to hear her clearly. “Yeah. So, you can come get me now.” When she didn’t respond, you repeated yourself, “Bell, you can just come pick me up now. Josh is gonna close early.”

Umm… Can you get a ride to the bar? I don’t have the car, Sam drove.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Bellamy?” It was impossible to mask your annoyance. “I thought it was just going to be us? Like you have my car, how do you expect me to get there?”

We were already out getting dinner so we just came to Louie’s after we ate… Just have Jake bring you, babe.

You could feel Josh’s gaze as you released an aggravated sigh, “Jake isn’t-. You know what. It doesn’t matter. I’m just gonna get an uber home.” Choosing to ignore her protests, you hung up the phone and dropped it on the countertop. “Typical fucking Bellamy.” Burying your face into your palms, you let out a loud groan.

Josh was standing on the opposite side of the counter now, “That sounded a bit stressful… You okay?”

“Yeah. No? I don’t know…” You looked up at him and his expression made you realize how harsh your tone was. Taking a long breath, you forced yourself to relax, “She’s just up Sam’s ass, as usual. I gotta get an uber and then I will be out of your hair, boss.” You gave him a half smile and reached for your phone again.

“No. Hey.” He waited for you to look at him again, “Don’t waste money on that shit… I’ll give you a ride home. I just need to finish up a few things here, if you don’t mind waiting on me?”

You contemplated for a moment but when you finally agreed, he turned around and disappeared through the office door. When he didn’t reemerge, you followed after him. “Is there anything I can help you with at all? I don’t wanna be completely useless.” 

He was crouched behind the desk, gathering something that you couldn’t see, “You? Useless?” He scoffed as he stood up straight, his lip was tucked between his teeth but he wouldn’t look at you. His eyes wandered around the small room as though he were trying to find something, “Y’know… You’re kind of the most useful person we have here.” He walked around the desk, still searching, as he continued, “In fact…” His eyes finally landed on what he’d been looking for, “I could use you right now. Come here.” He waved you towards him and pointed up to the top of the tall bookshelf. “If I lift you, could you reach that?”

You followed the path of his finger to a liquor bottle, carefully hidden behind a few knickknacks. “Yeah… I think so. I should be able to.” Turning back to Josh with a bit of apprehension, you looked him up and down, “Are you sure you can lift me?”

“Are you insinuating that I can’t?” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and though you knew it was probably a bad idea, you still decided to challenge him.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised an eyebrow, “Maybe… I mean, I am the one who does all the heavy lifting when we get the orders in on fridays.” You pursed your lips with a shrug and watched his gaze narrow.

He moved quicker than you anticipated, crouching low and wrapping his arms around your thighs. You screeched as he lifted you with ease and slung you over his shoulder. “Now make yourself useful and get that tequila!”

You were both laughing wildly as you used his shoulders to steady yourself and reached for the bottle. Once your fingers were secured around the neck, he began to carefully lower you. Out of habit, your legs parted to wrap around his waist, an act you were accustomed to doing with your boyfriend. As if he’d done it a million times, Josh’s hands shifted fast, one slipping around your back to hold you against him and the other gripping your thigh just below your ass. As your laughter died down, you became hyper aware of the position you were in, “Well… I got the bottle…” You held it in front of his face and awkwardly peeled your arm from around his neck.

He swallowed hard before placing you back on your feet and clearing his throat, “There’s no ‘I’ in team, Y/N.” He snatched it from your grip and stuck his tongue out at you, effectively replacing the awkward tension with his playfulness. Turning away from you, he grabbed two styrofoam cups from the stack on top of the mini fridge and placed them on the desk to fill each one. “If you tell me you need a chaser, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at you the same, sweetheart.” He offered you one of the cups, barely a shot's worth of liquid in it.

You took it and tossed it back without hesitation, if only to prove a point, and immediately coughed as it burned its way down your esophagus. “I fucking hate tequila.” The taste lingered in your mouth and you would’ve given anything for a lime slice or two to chase the bitterness with.

Josh gulped his own shot down with a shocking amount of ease and held the bottle out to refill your cup, “Shall we have another?”

Staring at the liquor, you slowly nodded your head, “Just one more and then I’m done.” You were supposed to go out for a drink anyway so a couple shots couldn’t hurt.

“Hell yeah!” He filled your cup again, a little more than the first time, and then his own. “Bottoms up- err… Cheers? I don’t know.” He clashed his cup against yours and took his shot, shaking his body out with a grimace. “Fuck- that one hurt.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, “What’s the matter, Josh? You need a chaser?”

“Shut up and take your shot.” He tried to force a scowl as he splashed the remaining droplets from his cup at you. When you finally stopped laughing and emptied the cup, he took it from you and tossed it in the trash can. “Alright, darlin’... I gotta finalize payroll and finish up some paperwork. It shouldn’t take me too long, so just hangout, make yourself at home.”

Giving him a nod, you turned to exit the room as he took a seat at the desk. Wondering what you could do to pass the time while you waited, you gravitated towards the record player the boys kept beside the counter that played through the speakers in the storeroom. It was rare that you got the chance to choose which albums got played. Jake was particular on what he liked to play while he was working but now you had the turntable to yourself. You flipped through the small collection of vinyls they had and pulled out Abbey Road. Removing it from the sleeve carefully, you laid it on the turntable and placed the needle exactly where you wanted it. Something faded in through the speakers and you cranked the volume a bit before you began swaying through the room. The tequila was making its way into your bloodstream and creating a warm feeling that you just wanted to chase. Singing along softly, you slipped back into the office without a word to your boss and seized the bottle from the desktop. He was humming quietly, a smile plastered on his face as he watched you spin and twirl your way back out of the room.

After side one concluded, you flipped the album and let it play through as you went to dig through the used bins beneath the tables. You were sitting on the floor, sifting through a third crate between sips of liquor, when the music cut off with a slight record scratch. Just as you were about to get up to see what happened, a new song filtered through the room and you felt your heart constrict at the first chord. She Talks to Angels by The Black Crowes was a song that your dad used to play all the time when you were young. He’d pick you up and dance you around the living room while he sang and as you grew older, he’d play it in the car for both of you to sing together. Listening to it now, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d heard the song and it made your sadness that much more prominent as the first few tears began to fall. 

Josh came into view, his smile falling in an instant when he found you on the floor, slumped against the cabinets and wiping at your cheeks. “What happened? Y/N, what’s wrong?” His concern was evident as he knelt beside you and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“I’m sorry. I-...” You tried to compose yourself as you looked down at the bottle by your feet. You wanted to throw it across the room, a sense of anger coursing through you at the mere sight of it. “Take this. Please, Josh… Please j-just get it away from me.” 

He took the tequila as you pushed it towards him and placed it behind his body to get it out of your view. “Y/N, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” 

You took a few deep, calming breaths and wiped the remaining drops from your face with a sniffle. “Sorry… That song. Umm- I haven’t heard that in forever. I guess it kind of opened up some wounds.” An awkward laugh escaped you as you sat up straight, “God, that’s embarrassing. Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” His voice was the softest you’d ever heard it. He reached up to catch a single, stray tear with his thumb, brushing it away from your chin, “You wanna talk about it?”

You never talked about your parents to anybody but Bellamy and even that was rare. Jake didn’t know anything about your life back in Pennsylvania and he never pushed you to talk about it. But now, looking into Josh’s eyes, you felt an overwhelming urge to divulge everything to him and you couldn’t explain why. “My dad used to play that song all the time when I was little, it was like, our song… He was my best friend, Josh. The coolest guy you’d ever know, I swear.” Josh stayed quiet as he settled in beside you, listening respectfully. You went on, sharing small details of your childhood, good and bad memories. When you started to get into the harder details of your teenage years, he took hold of your hand in a comforting and encouraging grasp. “Everytime we thought mom was getting better and slowing down on the drinking, we’d find her hidden bottles… She started getting belligerent when she would drink and it got scary. I hated her- hated being around her. I begged my dad to leave but he wasn’t that kind of man, he always had to take care of everyone.” Your voice began to break as you talked about the last time you saw him, “She was sober, I swear to god she was fucking sober when I came home for fall break. Maybe she just got too good at masking it? I don’t know… But her mask started to slip and she got sloppy fast.” You felt yourself sinking further into Josh’s side for comfort that you didn’t realize you needed, but he welcomed it, wrapping an arm around you. “The knock didn’t come until almost midnight and I knew before I even answered the door… The impact took them both instantly.” It was a lie, but your mother had been dead to you for a while so it made it easier to pretend you lost her with your dad.

“God, Y/N… I’m so sorry- I’m so fucking sorry.” He held you tight, hugging you to his chest as you started to cry again. “I can’t even begin to imagine-...”

You looked up at him, your eyes shiny and bloodshot, “Don’t- please don’t say anything to Jake… I don’t- I’m not ready to tell him yet.” You were gripping his shirt as you pleaded.

Josh nodded softly, “I won’t, promise. It’s not my place, sweetheart.” You hadn’t noticed that the record ended a good while ago, but everything remained silent. Josh’s fingertips lightly grazed up and down your arm and the sound of his light breaths put you at ease, lulling you to sleep. You weren’t sure of how long you’d been out when you heard him speaking quietly through your sleepy haze. He must’ve been on the phone but you couldn’t focus enough to know if it was real or if you were just dreaming. “...Were you sleeping?...I’m still at the store with Y/N. I think you should come get her, man…No- don’t be a dick about this, Jake… Her and Bellamy got into a fight, I just- I don’t think she should be alone tonight…Yeah… Okay… Bye.”

The silence pulled you back into a drowse until a hand was gently shaking you awake, “Peach… wake up, baby.” Your eyelids fluttered for a moment before Jake came into focus. He was looking at Josh, who was standing a foot or so away, staring down at you with the bottle of tequila in his hand. Jake turned back to you, smoothing your hair out of your face, “Let’s get you out of here.” You allowed him to help you up from the floor and lead you through the store towards the back door, only stopping to grab your phone and bag. Josh didn’t say a word as he watched you both go and you were kind of thankful for that. Your boyfriend tucked you into the passenger seat of his car and made sure you were buckled in before he got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot. Resting your head against the window, you allowed your eyes to fall shut again. “C’mon, peach. We’re home.”

Picking your head up, you looked around to see you were in the garage at his complex. He eased you out of the car and you held onto him as he led you into the building and to his apartment. Slipping out of your shoes, you broke away from him to go straight to his room and stripped out of your work clothes.

Jake entered the room a minute later to find you in one of his t-shirts, climbing into his bed. He offered you a bottle of water and you knew he was examining your puffy, red eyes. “You wanna talk?”

Chewing on your lip, you shook your head and moved over to make room for him. He put the water on the bedside table and turned the lamp off to crawl in alongside you, instantly wrapping you in his arms and pulling you against him. You returned his embrace, feeling your body melt into him as every ounce of emotional strain began to evaporate the second he kissed the top of your head. You froze, clinging to him, as you felt more tears pricking your eyes, “Jake…” It was the first word you’d spoken to him since he’d picked you up from the store.

His body went rigid at the sound of your cracked voice, “What, baby? What’s wrong?” He held his breath, waiting for you to respond, as his anxiety grew.

“I love you…”

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A/N: Lovers, babes, friends🩵 this is an open love letter to anyone who has kept up with my little baby of a fic. If you’ve stuck around this long, i’d just like to offer my love and appreciation for you. The amount of support and love that i’ve received through the journey thus far has been incredible and truly inspiring and heartwarming. I know it’s been a roller coaster of emotions, but the ride isn’t over just yet……There may be a loop or two ahead? I love you all endlessly💜

In Progress | 18+ Minors DNI | Includes smut&other mature themes

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Jake Kiszka x f!reader

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Sweet to Taste II

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This one is really nothing but forbidden twin filth. But shoutout to these babes for being so supportive💖 @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @gvfpal @jakesguitarsolo

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Voyeurism, Fingering, Pussy Slapping🫣, Oral(m rec), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Very Mild Edging, Squirting) Dom!Jake & Soft-Dom!Sam deserve a warning of their own, let’s be real. Oh, and the aftercare🥹

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“Y/N, your 5 top at table six needs refills.” Your coworker, Jess, nudged you, yanking you from your daydream, “Are you good? You keep, like, zoning out…” She placed her tray down, eyeing you.

Standing up straight, you tucked your pen into a pocket on your apron and turned around to grab yourself an empty tray, “Yeah, I’m fine… It’s just been a long shift.” You pulled your notepad out, reading over the table six drink orders, and began filling new cups. Putting on the friendliest face you could muster, you picked the tray up and dropped the drinks off, picking up the empty glasses. Walking back towards the kitchen to get rid of the dishes, your mind began to wander again. Every thought, for the past two weeks, has been Jake and Sam and the night you’d shared with them. You woke up the next morning, tangled between the two of them, and though you had no shame about what went down, you couldn’t be sure they felt the same. When you climbed over Jake to go to the bathroom, he grabbed your waist with one hand, weaving his fingers through your hair with the other to pull you in for a kiss. You could feel Sammy’s eyes on you but you didn’t think anything of it until you finally broke away from the older boy to use the bathroom and came back to find both of them gone. When your calls and texts went unanswered that day, you knew something was up. You gave it a couple of days before you tried to reach out again and when you did, you finally got an answer out of Sam, letting you know that they’d be out of town for a bit. That was a week and a half ago and you haven’t heard anything since…until now. Your phone began to vibrate in your apron pocket and you dug it out to read the caller ID. Jake… Dropping the tray of cups by the dishwasher, you rushed out of the kitchen, “Jess, can you cover for me for a few minutes?” You held your phone up, signaling that you had a call, as she nodded in approval.

“Hello?” You held the phone to your ear as you stepped outside.

His voice came through, sending butterflies through your stomach, “Hey beautiful. You busy tonight?”

You tried to play it cool, but you were practically vibrating with excitement, “Depends… Did you have something in mind?”

“I did.” He paused for a moment, “Josh is having a party at his place tonight. Come. I want to see you… We both do.”

You knew he meant he and Sam, but you were a little disappointed that you wouldn’t have them alone, “Umm. yeah, okay. What time?”

“Be there by 9. See you.” He hung up before you could even say goodbye and the confusion in your brain only multiplied.

You had barely gotten a shred of attention from either of them since that night and now you’re being asked to go to a party because they miss you? It was definitely weird, but you were aching to see them, so of course you’d show up.

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After you’d gotten off work at 6, you went straight home to shower and get ready. A bit of mascara and some lip gloss later, you were pulling on your favorite casual dress. Black and form fitting, hugging your body in all the right places, with thin straps that tied into bows on your shoulders. You fastened your hair into a high ponytail, letting it dangle down your neck. Pulling on a pair of boots and your leather jacket, you took one last look at yourself in the floor length mirror before grabbing your phone and keys to head out. You pulled up to Josh’s, his driveway already lined with cars and people scattered around the outside of the property. The music was loud, filtering through the opened front door as you made your way inside. You made a beeline for the kitchen in search of a drink.

As you stood at the counter, pouring tequila into a cup, a pair of hands landed on your waist, snaking around to wrap you in their hold, “I was wondering when you’d show up.” He bent down, lips right against your neck as he whispered, “I like this dress, babe…a little short though.” He pinched the hem between his fingers, letting his knuckles graze your thigh.

“I knew you’d like the dress, Sammy.” You spun around in his arms, slinging your own over his shoulders, “But I expected you to spend the night avoiding me.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Avoid you? I could never.” He dropped a hand to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he held eye contact, “You and Jake were pretty cozy… I was just giving you the space to explore that.” The smirk on his lips was hinting that he was up to something, “In fact, he’s looking for you now.” His hands left your body as he pointed behind you, “You should probably go say hi.”

You looked in the direction he was pointing to find Jake watching you intently, but even from a distance, you could see the playful smirk on his face. Turning back to Sam, you grabbed his wrist before he could disappear, “You have my attention right now. Jake can wait.” You hooked your hand into the front of his waistband yanking him against you, “Unless you have someone else waiting on you?” Your fingers wiggled against the short bit of hair just beneath his jeans.

“Nobody who’s attention is worth more than yours.” He bent forward, his hand grasping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You bit down on his lip, drawing a growl from deep in his chest, “Make yourself a drink and come find me.” He broke away from you, slipping through the sea of people littering the kitchen. Turning back to the counter, you picked up your cup, tossing back the clear liquid in it.

“You want some lime with that, mama?” Josh appeared at your side as you poured more liquor.

You put the bottle down, pulling him into a hug, “Nope, having it straight tonight. Have a shot with me!” You handed him the bottle and took your cup.

He fake clinked the bottle with you, “Cheers, Y/N!” He brought the neck to his lips, taking a couple chugs while you swallowed your own. Josh shook his body out with a grimace, “I’ll catch up with you later, mama. Have fun!” He grasped your face, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek before skipping into the crowd. You allowed yourself one more shot before going to search for Sammy.

Rounding the doorway out of the kitchen, you saw Jake talking with a few people in the corner or the dining room. His eyes flicked to you for the tiniest second before going back to the girl in front of him, barely acknowledging you. Oh really? You sauntered towards him, a sweet smile plastered on your face, “Not even a hi, Jake?”

He let his gaze settle on you a little longer this time, taking in your outfit, “Hi.” He returned to his conversation as you stared at him. When he realized you weren’t leaving, he turned to face you completely, “I’m having a conversation.” He leaned in, dropping his voice for you and only you, “Be a good girl and go find Sam to keep you company until I’m finished.”

You couldn’t deny the rush you felt at his command as you whispered a “Yes, sir.” and scampered off to look for Sammy.

You found him sitting on the couch in the living room, puffing on a cigarette between his fingers, “Josh would kill you if he found out you’re smoking in his house.” He waved his hands dismissively, unbothered by your claim as he licked his lips, staring at your legs, “You’re an ass. Gimme.” You plucked the stick from his hold and dropped into a random cup on the coffee table, listening to the sizzle as the cherry went out.

“C’mere, babe.” Sam yanked on your hand, pulling you down on his lap, “When can we get the fuck out of here?” He flattened his palm against your abdomen, pushing you to sit back against his chest, “I just wanna peel this dress off…” His breath was hot on your skin as he whispered in your ear, bunching the fabric up in his fist.

You tilted your head to him, flashing a devilish smirk, “Why the rush, baby? Isn’t the party just getting good?” You circled your hips, effectively grinding into him. When you turned your attention back to the rest of the room, you scanned the crowd for the other Kiszka, finding him in a conversation with another man.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/N.” His teeth nipped at the shell of your ear, “If you think I won’t throw you down in front of all these people, you’re sorely mistaken, babe.” Sam’s hand left your sternum to rest on your leg.

You watched his hand tickle along your skin, squeezing the inside of your thigh, “I think you know I always finish, Sammy?” The music was loud and the lights too low to emit any kind of glow over the two of you, “Don’t make empty threats…”

You felt his tongue glide up your neck, “You wanna make him watch, don’t you?” His hand lingered on your thigh, fingers teasing higher.

You tore your eyes from his hand, looking up to see Jake across the room, surrounded by other party guests but his gaze unmistakably transfixed on you, “I just think he might enjoy the show, Sammy.” You shivered as he finally made it beneath your dress.

His eyes widened as he dragged a finger over you, “You’re not wearing- Fuck, babe…”

“Oops…must’ve slipped my mind.” You shrugged as you held eye contact with Jake, his stare burning deep into your skin. A gasp escaped you as he slid through your folds and you parted your legs just an inch further.

He teeth were just barely digging at your shoulder as he stared down, “You’re so fucking wet, babe.” He was swirling his calloused fingers over your clit, smiling to himself as you fought to keep your whimpers down. He dipped his hand lower, pushing the tip of his middle finger through your entrance to feel you instantly clench around it, “Shit… She needs me, huh? Practically begging for my fingers.”

You struggled to keep your eyes on Jake as Sam pushed his finger deeper. You could’ve sworn you watched his gaze narrow, his tongue darting out over his lip, right before your eyes flitted. All of your focus went back to the younger Kiszka, “More, Sammy.” You cupped your hand over top of his, dropping your head to his shoulder, as he added a second finger, “Hmmm…”

He let out a quiet chuckle, “I bet she’d prefer my cock, wouldn’t she?” His eyes were flicking around the room, making sure your display stayed unnoticed, “If you just sit up a little, I could slip right inside, babe. No one would even know.” The deep rasp of his voice was enticing, making you want to throw all your inhibitions out the window, “He’s getting pissed… You think he’ll stick around to watch you cum on my hand?” Sam curled his fingers, eliciting a high pitched whine from you. His free hand came up to grip your face, turning your head enough to sink his mouth onto your own, swallowing up the noise.

You were completely lost in the feeling of Sammy, you didn’t catch Jake storming through the plethora of people, “Are you fucking done?” His fingers wrapped around your wrist, plucking you from Sam’s lap.

You yelped as Sam retracted his hand before gazing up at Jake with a giggle, “Well, I was almost done.” Looking back at the younger boy, he was laughing as well, but Jake didn’t share the amusement.

“Upstairs, now. Guest room.” He growled the command into your ear, “I need to have a word with my brother. Go.”

“Jakey, we were just-“

His nostrils flared as he stared at you, “One more word and I’ll see to it that you don’t cum at all. Go.” He pointed towards the staircase. You didn’t argue, just turned and scurried up to Josh's guest room, closing the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do or what was to come, as you fidgeted with your hands. Kicking your boots off, you climbed onto the mattress, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you and waited for them. Several minutes had passed when the door finally opened and the brother’s came through it, both wearing wicked grins, “I hope it was worth it, baby… Didn’t anybody ever tell you that your actions have consequences?” Jake was coming across the room as Sam locked the door.

You swallowed hard, building the courage for what you were about to say, “What’s the matter, Jake? I thought you’d enjoy watching?” You tried to look as innocent as possible.

He was in front of you in a flash, holding your jaw in one hand while he undid his jeans with the other, “You think that was your idea? Think you’re in charge?” He let out a deep laugh, taking his hand from your face to dig into his pocket, “Baby, you’re not the only one who likes to make bets.” He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, passing it to his brother while keeping his eyes on you.

“He didn’t think you’d do it. Not in the middle of the party… But I know you, babe.” Sam took the money with a smile, “To be fair, I was gonna let you cum before he interrupted, but I think he felt left out.” He nodded to the older boy.

Your eyes darted back and forth between them, “You guys- Wait… What was the bet?”

“Well,” Jake grasped the hem of your dress to lift it over your head, “Sam kept going on and on about how you’re always down for anything, never one to shy away from a challenge.” He waited for you to raise your arms, removing the garment to toss it to the floor, “I bet him that he couldn’t get you to open up for him in a crowded room tonight- lay down.” He pushed on your shoulders, guiding you to lay on your back, “Deep down, I knew you’d fold… But I was a bit surprised at how quickly you spread your legs for him.” He pulled you to the edge of the bed, pushing your legs apart, “Putting this sweet pussy on display for anybody to see, no hesitation.” He bit down on his lip, petting your clit with the pad of his thumb.

The light touch made you whine, “No it- Fuck… It wasn’t for-“ Your breath caught as he applied more pressure.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, what was that?” His thumb continued its movement while he pushed two fingers through your entrance, “Come on. Use your words.”

“You, Jake.” It was a breathless huff, your hands digging at the blanket below you, “It wasn’t for anyone…It-It was for you to see.”

Sam crawled onto the bed behind you, taking your hands into his and holding them, “She was so fucking wet, Jake. She likes being watched.”

“She’s still soaked, brother.” He pulled his fingers from you, rapidly flicking them over your cunt to hear the vulgar, splashy sounds, while Sammy moved his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

You were writhing on the bed, the stimulation from both of them driving you wild, “Please… I’ve been waiting for weeks.” You were lifting your hips to meet Jake’s hand, “Aaah. Fuck, Jake.” You whimpered as his hand cracked down over your pussy, sending a shockwave through you.

“Normally, I’d like to hear you beg, baby…” His fingers pushed back into you, “But we’re gonna take our time with you tonight and begging won’t move things along, only compliance will.” He thrusted deep, curling his fingers against your sweet spot, “Understand?” He repeated the action a second time.

Acting purely out of feral need, you rolled your hips into his hand, earning yourself another harsh slap, “FUCK. I’m sorry. I-I understand.” You gripped onto Sam’s wrists as he continued massaging your breast.

Jake ripped his shirt off and pulled himself from his already unbuttoned jeans, “That’s good, beautiful.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it as he stood between your legs, “I wanna hear you make all those dirty noises.” He slipped his head through your folds, allowing the wetness to coat his tip, before burying himself inside of you, “Don’t hold out on me.”

You winced at the stretch, digging your nails into Sammy’s arms with a hiss, “Christ, Jacob!” You looked up to see the smug smile planted on his face as he began drawing his hips back. He moved slowly, making sure you felt every fine detail.

He left only the tip in, bringing his fingers back to your clit to draw a series of whines from you, “That’s it, baby. Let me know just how good I make you feel.” Jake slammed back into you without warning, smiling at the cry you let out. He kept this up for what felt like an eternity, drawing out to tease your throbbing clit just to fill you back up for a short second.

Your mind was swimming, unable to form any thoughts outside of release. Knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere with Jake, you turned your attention to Sam, who always had a soft spot for you, “Sammy… Baby, please.” You gazed up at him, brows pinched as shaky whimpers fell from your lips, “P-please, I need-.”

“Shhh. It’s okay, babe. I’ll take care of you.” He let his fingers graze your cheeks in the softest touch before looking to his brother, “Jake, let me have her.”

Jake met his eyes, the two of them caught in a staring contest, before he finally relented, “Fine… You give into her too easily. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” He pulled himself out of you, allowing the other boy to take his place, “Flip her over, I want to fuck her pretty face.”

Sam gripped your legs, flipping you in a swift movement and placing your feet on the floor, “I think I like this view better anyways.” He kept your chest pressed into the mattress and slapped his palm across your ass, enjoying the way it bounced and rippled, before bending to leave a kiss right over his red handprint. He took note of how your body shuddered from the contact, “Did you like that, Y/N?” He slapped your ass again, adding a red welt to the other cheek.

“Mhmm. Do it again, Sammy.” Your plea was followed up by a dulcet hum.

His palm came down harder, leaving a sharp sting, “Your pussy is fucking dipping, babe. She loves it.” He rubbed his hands over your flesh, soothing the skin, “Let’s see just how wet she can get.”

You heard the sound of his zipper right before he was pushing into you. He had a tight grip on your hip, filling you slowly, “Oh god, baby. You feel so fucking good.” You dropped your face to the mattress, allowing the thick comforter to muffle your loud groan.

His hips began snapping into you, the thunderous sounds filling the room, “I feel better than him, don’t I?” His tone was mocking and you were sure he was looking directly at Jake as he spoke, “I know just how to spoil your sweet pussy…make her cry for me.” He was pounding into you, making it impossible for you to utter anything other than pitched cries.

You felt the bed shake a bit before a hand was twirling around your ponytail to lift your head from the blanket, “I’ll give you something better to muffle those sounds, beautiful.” Jake sat back on his heels, resting just close enough that your mouth was right over his dick, “Open up, baby.” He knotted the hair around his fist, lowering your head back down. You parted your lips, letting him slide into your mouth with ease, “You’re listening so well tonight. Being so good for us.” He allowed you to bob your head, taking him slowly as you moaned around his length. After a few moments, he pressed down on the back of your head, holding it in place as he hit your throat. Tears filled your eyes, gags heaving from the depths of your esophagus as you attempted to push yourself off of him, “Ahh. Sam, grab her hands.” Sammy hooked his hands around your elbows, pulling them behind your back, his thrusts never faltering. Jake lifted your face from his cock, watching proudly as you fought for a breath, more saliva dripping from your mouth with every gasping cough, “Go ahead and breathe, baby.” He gave you a few more seconds before bringing your mouth back, gliding along your tongue as he dragged your head up and down on him.

“Shit… Everytime you make her gag she fucking squeezes me so tight.” Sam’s voice was low and husky, breaking through the groans in his chest, “You’re so fucking close, babe. I can feel it.” He pulled harder on your arms, forcing an arch to your back and eliciting a loud wail from you at the changed angle. His cock was hammering into your g-spot, winding the coil tighter and tight with each pass.

Jake pulled you from his length again and released your hair, “Let her down a little bit, Sam, just a few inches.” He waited for his brother to comply, loosening his hold on your arms. You watched him stroke himself through blurry vision, “Your tongue, Y/N…” His free hand went to the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his balls. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at them hungrily before sucking them into the warmth of your mouth and moaning around them, “That’s- Oh fuck, baby. That mouth is heaven.” His breathing picked up along with the pumping of his hand, “You think we should fill her up, Sammy?” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to last much longer, “Think she earned it?”

“I think we earned it, brother.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth, “But she’s there, Jake. Any second…”

You let him fall from your mouth, “Pleeeease. I need it, please let me cum.” You pouted up at Jake, begging for the release, “I’ve been good, Jakey, please.” Your moans were becoming more desperate with every stroke of Sam’s dick.

He brushed the loose hairs from your face, “Swallow all of me and Sam will let you have it, pretty girl, I promise.” You gave a weak nod, ready to explode at any given moment. Jake was sliding back into your mouth in an instant, “I could stay here forever, you do so fucking well, baby.” He was guiding your head up and down but when you sucked your cheeks in, tightly suctioning your mouth around him, that was it, “Y/N, fuck-.” He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, his cock twitching frantically against your tongue, “Jesus, I- Fucking take it, baby. All of it.” He drove into the back of your throat, cursing under his breath as he held you in place, spilling into your mouth. Jake watched in awe as you gulped him down without a problem, savoring every last drop. He shuddered as he pulled you from his cock with an incredulous stare, “I don’t think anybody could ever compare to you…” He caught the pained expression on your face as you silently prayed for your own orgasm, “Let her have it, Sammy.” His thumb just barely ghosted over your lip when Sam was yanking you up by your arms.

“You’re so close, babe. Just let me have it.” He was in your ear, speaking through grunts as he slammed into you.

The sound of your cries was drowned out by the blood thrumming through your ears as the tension finally broke, “Sammy. Oh fuck, Sammy…” You choked out the words despite the fire spreading through your entire body, “God, I-” Your words were cut off by the flooding gush that forced Sam out of your cunt.

“No fucking way…” Sam kept a tight grip around your torso as he gaped at the puddle on the floor. He stared in awe for a couple more seconds before letting you drop to the bed to grasp your hips. He slid his cock back into you, only getting a few thrusts in before he was inevitably filling you with his release, muttering mindlessly through his heaving breaths. He carefully slipped out of you, watching his seed leak out, before Jake was distracting him.

“Sam, don’t let go of her! She’s gonna-” He was rushing to pull you onto the bed before your legs buckled beneath you. He tugged you against him, holding you close as he looked at your tired eyes, “She’s fucking spent, man. Go get something to clean her up…and a towel for the floor.”

Sam yanked his shirt over his head, giving it to his brother, “Put her in this. I’ll steal a pair of boxers from Josh’s room.” He waited for Jake to pull the shirt over your head, buttoning his jeans back up, before heading out of the room.

“You okay, baby? We didn’t go too far, did we?” He got your arms through the sleeves as you shook your head with a soft hum and your eyes started to close, “You’re tired, I know… Just wait until Sammy gets back with a washcloth and then we can go straight to sleep, pretty girl.” Your legs were still trembling as you curled into him and he rubbed gentle circles on your back.

Sam came barreling back into the guest room, tripping over his own feet, “I grabbed her some water, I think she lost a lot.” He said it with a chuckle as he dropped a towel over the mess you’d made and climbed onto the bed with the rag, “Here, babe, let me see.” He pushed your legs apart, making quick work of wiping you down, taking extra care around your sensitive bits, “Okay, can you just lift a little bit for me, Y/N?” You watched through barely opened eyes as he dropped the cloth on top of the towel and slid the stolen boxers over your legs. You lifted your hips with Jake’s help, allowing Sammy to secure the waistband in its proper place.

“Alright, baby.” Jake broke away from you to climb off the bed, prompting his younger brother to do the same, “We’re gonna let you rest.” He made sure you were nestled snug into the pillows before pulling the duvet over you.

You felt Sam press his lips to your temple and reached for him before he could pull away, “Stay with me. Both of you.” Your voice was raspy, riddled with sleep already, “Please.” You tugged on his hand, dragging him to lay down with you. Once you felt Sam settle in, you held your hand out to Jake, “Jakey…” You mewled, coaxing him towards you. He finally took your hand, sliding into the blankets beside you. Fully enveloped in the warmth of your two favorite boys, you started to drift, sleep taking you fast.

You felt your body relax into the mattress, the last thing you heard as your consciousness slipped away was Sammy’s voice, laced with an arrogant pride, “I made her fucking squirt, Jake.” . . . . .

[devilat-thedoor]

Hands to Yourself Pt10

Lovers🤍🤍

SURPRIIIIIIIISEEEEEEE

Guess who finally got her shit together and finished Part 10???? No but seriously, I can’t even begin to express my gratitude for how patient everyone has been waiting on this. I’ve been off my game lately. okokok I won’t ramble, but I love you all! hope it was worth the wait💖

Word Count: 11.1k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut(Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk) Talks of pregnancy. (If I miss anything, please let me know!)

“Gimme some good news, Dr. Brooks.” You pleaded with a whine, “Is this cast coming off today?” You sat on the edge of the exam table, wiggling your arm at him. This was your third visit with the doctor since you’d been released from the hospital. The first was a week after your discharge, just to ensure your ribs were still healing well. Then another week after that, you went in to have the stitches removed before an ultrasound. “Jake won’t take me car shopping until I have full use of both hands…”

He chuckled softly, “He’s only thinking in terms of your safety, Y/N.” He took your arm, fiddling with your fingers, “Okay, I’m gonna cut this cast off and we’ll get an x-ray to see how the bones are looking.” Dr. Brooks laid the table flat, instructing you to lay down, and lifted your shirt. He pressed lightly on your ribcage, prodding his fingers around, “How’s the pregnancy? You went for an ultrasound the last time you were in… Sit up, I wanna hear your lungs.”

You obeyed, pulling your shirt back down to sit up, “It’s good, I think. I don’t really get sick anymore unless I eat pizza or spaghetti.” You placed a palm over your belly, “He does not like tomato sauce…I’ll be 14 weeks on thursday. I think I’m kind of showing?” You pulled the shirt taught over your stomach, showcasing the barely-there bump.

“It’s definitely possible. I’ve known mothers to start showing in their 12th week and some that don’t show until they’re well over 5 months.” He held the stethoscope to your back, “Deep breath for me, Y/N.” You felt him move it to another spot, pressing it into your shirt and telling you to breathe again, “Everything sounds great… So you said ‘he.’ It’s a boy?” He was scribbling something down on his clipboard.

“We don’t know for sure yet, but I have a strong feeling.” You rubbed your hands over your leggings, “I’ve been having these really vivid…dreams. Umm. It’s always a boy in them, so…” Your eyes fell to the floor.

The doctor looked down at you, studying your body language, “Y/N, have you scheduled an appointment with the trauma therapist I recommended?” He wheeled his stool in front of you and sat down, “Jake told me about the nightmares during your last check in. You should really consider going to see Dr. Lucera. She’ll help you understand why you’re having these dreams and present you with ways to deal with the PTSD.” He ripped a corner from one of his papers, wrote something down on it, and placed it in your shaking hand, “Call her office and make an appointment. I promise, it will help.”

You took the scrap of paper from him, “Okay. Yeah, I’ll try.” Ready for a subject change, you waved your arm in front of him again, “Is It time?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“It’s time.” Dr. Brooks stood from the stool with a smile and walked towards the door, “I’ll be right back. Do you want me to send him in?” You gave him an enthusiastic nod as he exited the exam room, pulling the door shut after him.

Minutes later, Jake was coming into the room, “How’s everything looking, my love?” He stood by you, leaving a kiss to your forehead.

“He’s finally taking the cast off.” You grinned up at him, “You know what that means, baby…”

“It means you’re getting x-ray to see if you need a new cast.” He stated matter-of-factly, “Dr. Brooks already briefed me, Y/N.” He plucked the paper from your fingers, looking it over, “And we’re gonna schedule an appointment with the therapist he recommended when we get home.”

You tried to grab it back before he jammed it into his pocket, “No. I’m throwing that in the garbage. I don’t need help with anything, I’m handling it.”

“You’re not, though, love.” He caught your hand as you dug into his pocket, “Ignoring it and pretending it’s not happening isn’t handling it. Frankly, I think it’s making it worse.” He moved in front of you, bending a bit to meet you face to face, “Let’s compromise, baby… If you promise me that you’ll try one appointment, just one, we can leave here today and start car shopping. Cast or no cast.”

You negotiated a counteroffer, “I’ll make the appointment before I leave this room today, BUT…” You leaned in until your noses were almost touching, “I get to go back to work on monday.” He backed up, shaking his head, but you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back towards you, “Jake, it’s been well over a month. I gave you time like you asked, more than what was needed.”

Before he could respond, your doctor was coming in with a nurse, wheeling a cart with medical instruments, “Alright, Y/N, I’m going to give you a quick rundown of how this works… Have you ever had a cast removed before?” You shook your head as you looked at the tools on the cart. He took note of your nervous energy in the way you grasped tightly onto Jake’s hand, “There is nothing to be worried about, I assure you.” Dr. Brooks picked up the saw, holding it against his hand, “This is a vibrating saw, it cuts through the fiberglass but it cannot and will not cut your skin.” He clicked the button on and let it run over his palm.

You squeezed Jake’s hand harder with a faint gasp at the whirring sound. “Baby, it’s fine, look.” He held his free hand out for Dr. Brooks and allowed the man to put the tool against his skin, “See, it just tickles a bit, no pain, no cuts.” He pulled his palm back for you to see.

“Okay…” You nodded your head, giving your attention back to the doctor.

He placed the saw back on the cart and picked something else up, “Once we get through the brunt of it, we’ll use these shears to cut through all the padding.” He put them down and picked up the last thing to hold in front of you, “Then, once we have a clear channel, we’ll use the spreader to crack it open and slide it off so that we can see how you’re healing under there. Sound good?”

Taking a deep breath, you held your arm out, “Yes, just get the damn thing off…”

After your appointment, Jake was going to take you car shopping like he agreed but you weren’t really up to it, “Can we just go home, actually? Make lunch and watch a movie?”

“Of course, love.” He eyed you from the driver’s seat, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t really sleep too well last night… I’m a little tired.” You were lying, but you didn’t want to tell him that the mere thought of getting behind a wheel made you anxious beyond belief. Thankfully he didn’t question any further, just made the drive home with a gentle hold on your freshly freed hand.

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After getting home, you changed into shorts and a tank top to clean the house a bit before settling at the kitchen table for lunch. You couldn’t help but notice the way Jake kept watching you, studying you. Every time your gaze would lift from your food, you’d find his eyes on you. He watched you squeeze your hand around your wrist, rolling it a bit, “Does it hurt?”

“No, it just feels weird.” You stared down at your left hand, flexing your fingers and knuckles, “Mobility was limited, all I could really move were my fingers and even that was just barely. I think I just need to get used to moving it around.”

“Well… Just don’t push it. Dr. Brooks said the bone may not be as strong as it was.” Jake put his fork down, picking up a napkin to wipe his mouth, “I still can’t believe you got scared when he brought the saw out.” He laughed as he reached for his cup.

“Fuck off, I wasn’t even scared, Jake.” You threw your napkin at him, sharing his laughter, and stood from the table, grabbing your empty plate and his, “Are you still hungry, baby?” As you moved past him to put the dishes in the sink, he grabbed your waist, pulling you down into his lap, “Jacob!” You yelped as one of the plates crashed to the floor, shattering to pieces.

He took the remaining one from your hand and put it back on the table with a playful smirk, “I want dessert…” His hand went to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. You wanted to yell at him for making you drop the plate but his lips were moving so madly against your own that you couldn’t focus on anything else. Suddenly, he was standing up and lifting you with him to sit you on the edge of the table. His lips went to your jaw, trailing their way down as he yanked the strap of your shirt to the side to kiss along your shoulder..

Your legs parted on their own, giving him the space to stand between them, “Baby, what is- Oh…” Your hands shot his shoulders as he grasped your hips, grinding his erection into you, “Would this have anything to do with how you’ve been staring at me?”

He bit down on your collarbone, drawing a gasp from you, “You look so fucking beautiful…” He pulled the other strap down, letting your tank top fall below your breasts, “My dick has been hard since you sat down to eat…Are they getting bigger?” He was cupping your tits, squeezing them gently.

“Well, I’m pregnant…so probably.” You giggled at his amazed expression.

Jake pulled the tank top over your head before dropping back into his chair and scooting it closer to the table, “Pregnant with my baby…” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your belly, “Still can’t believe it sometimes. I made him…” He was staring at the teeny bump, brushing his knuckles against your skin.

You hooked your finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to you, “I don’t think you can take all the credit on this one, baby. It was a group effort.” You smiled down at him, poking the tip of his nose, “I can tell you exactly when we made him…or- at least when I think we made him.”

“When? How do you know?” He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers, and laid his head on your thigh as he gazed at you.

“My OB helped me kind of calculate it at my last appointment. It was confusing, but she gave me a general time frame of the conception date.” You pushed the hair from his face, cupping his cheek, “The cookout… That morning, in the bathroom. Do you remember?”

He turned his head, placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Of course I remember.” He continued leaving wet kisses across your flesh, “I can remember just about every time I’ve been here…” He pressed his index finger to the front of your shorts, applying pressure to your clit, “You were too stressed, in a panic, and it was driving me mad.”

“Baby…” You whined as he drew circles over the fabric.

A smirk crept over his lips, “I had you in front of the mirror, the prettiest sounds falling from your lips… But you had to be quiet and you just couldn’t.” Jake withdrew his hand to hook his fingers into your waistband. You lifted your hips from the tabletop so he could pull the shorts down and drop them to the floor, “I had to put my fingers in your mouth to keep you silent and you bit me.” He brought his hand to your lips, tapping them, and you opened your mouth to let his fingers in, rolling your tongue around them, “Hmm. I remember how wet you got, watching me fuck you in the reflection.” He took his hand back and resumed the tortuous swirls on your clit, “Almost as wet as you are now, love…” He gathered your arousal, pinching his thumb and two fingers together to admire it before pushing his fingers into you.

You rested your feet on his knees, “You bit me back- Mmm. Your tee- shit…Your teeth marks were there for d-days.” His fingers were petting at the sweetest spot inside of you, causing your head to drop back with a lilting moan, “I love it when you mark me like that.”

“God, those noises you make…” His mouth was on your inner thigh again, nibbling his way closer to your core, “Fucking angelic, my love.” He opened his mouth, ready to grace you with his tongue but you stopped him.

You grabbed his face, “Jake, please. I wanna feel you.”

“Patience, baby.” He kissed your palm, keeping eye contact with you while fucking you with his fingers.

You sunk your teeth into your lip with a groan, “Just- think of the sounds I’ll make when you’re inside of me.” You knew you had him when his hand started to slow, inevitably stopping. Smirking down at him, you took his hand from you and pulled him to stand from the chair, “You weren’t lying…” You felt for his dick over his pants, feeling just how hard he really was.

“I told you… You’re so beautiful, all the time.” His breath hitched as you dipped below his waistband, grasping him in your hand, “But today- fuck, Y/N… Today you just- There was something different.” Jake squeezed his eyes shut, unable to concentrate on anything other than the way you stroked him.

“Something different, huh? Well, there’s only one thing different about me.” You used your free hand to grab his shirt and pull him closer, speaking into his ear, “Do you like me pregnant, Jake? The fact that my belly is growing…my tits…and it’s all your doing.” You nipped his ear lobe and felt him twitch against your palm.

He grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his pants in a haste, “I can’t- I gotta- fuck.” Jake stuttered as he pulled his pants down, just enough to free his length, “I gotta have you now, baby.” He was desperate, one hand on your leg while he used the other to guide himself to your entrance.

You held his hips, watching as he slid himself through your folds, “Just do it, baby. Please.” You could feel your arousal gathering into a small puddle beneath you as you oozed with just as much desperation as him. You pulled on him, luring him just where both of you needed, “Fuck me, Jake.” It came out as a pathetic, needy whine but he couldn’t resist.

“I’ll give you anything you want, I swear to god, Y/N… Just keep talking to me like that, tell me what you want, pretty baby.” He finally pushed into you, his brows knitted as he held his breath.

“I want you to kiss me…” You released a soft sigh as he stretched you. His hand weaved into your hair as he leaned in with no hesitation, but you stopped him before his lips could meet yours, “Nuh uh.” You held your index finger over his mouth and he stared in confusion, “Kiss me…here.” You grazed your fingers over your collarbone and he dove in. Starting at your right shoulder, he trailed soft, suckling kisses the whole way to the left, stopping to dip his tongue into the hollow of your neck while giving deep, languid strokes with his cock, “That’s good, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.” You gripped his jaw, pulling his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as you whimpered into his mouth.

He broke away with a strangled groan, letting his head hang, “You fit around me so fucking well-.” He pushed your knees up to let your feet rest on the edge of the table, spreading you open, “So perfect together, baby… You and me…look at us.”

You dropped your gaze to where your bodies met, watching him fill you up over and over, “Touch me. Please just fucking touch me, Jakey.” You spoke through a slew of gasps and moans. Grabbing one of his hands, you pulled his thumb into your mouth, coating it in your spit, “Touch me here.” You guided his hand to your cunt, promoting him to follow your orders. You leaned back on your hands, watching him expertly strum at your clit, “Fuuuuck…That’s- I’m close.” Your eyes started to roll until he stopped moving, making you look up at his face, “Baby…”

Jake had himself buried completely inside of you, nudging your cervix with the tip of his cock. He remained motionless except for his thumb, still spoiling your clit, “Shhh. Stop whining. You think I don’t know how to pull you apart?” He kept his eyes trained on his thumb as he spoke, his voice a calm whisper, “I know your body so well, love… I could break you down to a molecular level and put you back together blindfolded.” His voice was like warm honey; thick and sweet, dripping over your body and drowning you, “You say the word and I’ll make you cum like *snap* that, sweet girl, you know I will.”

You were clenching around him fiercely, admiring how his face contorted with every fluttering pulse. You had no doubt that the second you gave a signal, he’d throw you straight into that endless freefall and you were ready for it, “Jake, now..” You needed it, demanded it.

He took his hand from your pussy and brought it up to curl around your throat, squeezing carefully as he pulled your mouth to meet his, “I told you I’d give you anything you want…” He kept a light hold on your neck, brushing his nose against yours as he drew his hips back. He bent his knees slightly and gave a single, sharp, perfectly angled thrust, watching as your jaw dropped open, “I fucking told you, baby.”

You fought to keep your eyes on his. Your mouth hung agape with a soundless cry as his fingers tightened on your pressure points, forcing your eyes into the back of your head. Your whole body convulsed, laced with zaps of blinding electricity. Your hands frantically grabbed for his hips, pulling on him, wanting him as deep as he could get, as a night sky exploded behind your eyelids. A black backdrop, spotted with tiny, bright specks, luring you into oblivion. He released your neck, allowing you to draw in a deep breath before gasping out, “God, Jake-”

He slowed his thrusts, giving you a moment to come down, “I need one more, my love. Just one.” Jake snaked his arms around your back, pressing your chest flat against his as you nodded silently. He began moving again, slipping into you with no resistance as soft, melodic whimpers poured from your lips, “C’mon, baby, you’re already there.” He watched your face scrunch up, your brows pinched, as you repeatedly opened and closed your mouth, unable to form words.

Your fingers searched for the hem of his shirt, ripping it over his head. You wanted him close, wanted to feel his sweat-sticky skin melded with yours, “I- oh…oh shhh-” You held onto him tightly, nails dragging across his back, “Jake, please… Oh pleasepleaseplease!” It was the last coherent thing you could muster before biting down on his shoulder as your second orgasm hit harder than the first.

“That’s it… That’s-fuck.” He stilled, a shiver rippling through his body as his own climax consumed him. He pulled himself out of you, stroking his length against your clit and letting the first bit of cum paint your pussy before slamming back into you. He lifted your trembling body from the table and sat back in the chair, keeping himself tucked safely inside of you as he hugged you to him and peppered sweet pecks to your skin. Once your aching lungs settled, you pulled back enough to look down between your bodies. Your fingers mindlessly swept over your clit, dragging through the mix of release, before you sucked them into your mouth. Jake’s eyes held onto yours as you lapped his cum from your digits with a mellow hum, “Goddamn, woman…” His hand balled into your locks as he pulled your fingers from your mouth to replace them with his tongue. He licked at your lips, rolling his tongue against your own to taste the both of you as he finally began to soften.

Your head fell to his shoulder as you closed your eyes, “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I definitely would be now.” You stayed there for a while, his hands gently rubbing your back while you listened to his calm breaths, “I’m gonna get up, baby…” You warned before slipping off of his sensitive dick.

He hissed, dropping his head back as you slowly stood from his lap, “Careful. I gotta clean this mess up.” He pushed you to the side, making sure your feet avoided the ceramic shards littering the hardwood, “Sorry, about the plate, love.”

You smiled at him, brushing the hair from his forehead, “Gives me an excuse to buy a new set of dishes.”

“Anything you want.” He stood up, tucking himself into his pants, “Go have a shower, I’m gonna take care of this.” His eyes raked over your naked body as he grasped your hips. You thought he was gonna kiss you but instead, he smirked, staring at your chest, “They’re definitely getting bigger.”

“You’re annoying.” You pushed him away with a laugh, “Clean your mess up, Jacob.” You pointed at the floor behind him before turning around and stalking out of the kitchen. Deciding on a warm bath, you headed straight for the guest bathroom with a plush towel and the small bluetooth speaker. As you waited for the tub to fill, you unlocked your phone to pick a playlist and found a text from Odessa.

Odessa 1:36pm: I miss you!!! Don’t wanna invite you over for another movie night…but we should do something soon pleeease!

You missed her too, missed everyone really. The time you and Jake spent together was great, no doubt, but it had been too long since everyone was together and you were dying for a family night. After sinking into the bubbly water, you texted Dess back.

You 2:25pm: I miss you too❤️ are you free tonight? I think I’m gonna invite the guys over for dinner. I’ll get rid of Jake for a bit and you can come early and help me cook

Odessa 2:27pm: Absolutely! When should I be there, babe?

You 2:28pm: Around 5. Can’t wait to see you!

“Baaaaabe!” You yelled for Jake after dropping your phone on the towel beside the bathtub, “Come heeeeere!”

He came rushing into the bathroom with the dustpan in his hand, “What? Why are you screaming?”

Sitting up, you rested your arms on the side of the tub, laying your chin atop of them, “Tell your brothers to come over for dinner tonight. I miss them.” You held your hand out, wiggling your fingers at him, “Round them up, take ‘em out for a drink or two, and just be back here by seven.”

He took your hand and knelt down, giving you a peck, “And you just decided this yourself?”

“I did. Dess is gonna come over early to help me cook and you need some time out with the guys.” Cupping his cheek, you pulled him in for another kiss, “Just don’t get so drunk that you can’t eat……dinner…” You bit your tongue between your teeth with a smile as he shook his head at you.

“You’re greedy…” Jake dropped your hand as he stood up and started to leave the room, “I’ll call Josh.” He stepped out, leaving the door wide open.

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“Danny said he’ll drop Odessa off and pick me up, Josh and Sam are gonna meet us at the bar.” Jake was pulling his old tan boots on when a knock sounded on the door, “That’s probably her.” He turned around to open the door, revealing Odessa standing on the porch.

She squealed, pushing past him and straight to you, “You look so much better since the last time I saw you, babe!” She wrapped her arms around you, squeezing hard.

“I feel so much better!” You squeezed her back, keeping her in your embrace until Jake cleared his throat behind her. Releasing her, you looked up at him, “Have fun, baby!” As you turned to pull Odessa further into the house, he stopped you.

“Come back here.” His tone held a certain authority that had you scurrying back to him without question. His arm circled your back, hauling you flush against him, as he whispered over your mouth, “I think I deserve a proper goodbye, don’t you?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know that I can give you a proper goodbye in front of Dess.” You fell into him with a grin, letting your arms hang loosely around his neck, “I love you, Jakey.” You giggled as you kissed him, “Have fun, home by seven.” You gave him a pointed look before peeling out of his hold and grabbing your friend to go to the kitchen. “You want something to drink, hun?” You pulled a stool out at the island for her to sit down.

“Can I ask for wine? Do you even have wine? I don't know what the rules are for pregnant friends…” She took a seat, folding her hands in front of herself as she watched you move around the kitchen.

You laughed, pulling a glass from the cabinet, “There are no rules and of course I have wine. You know who I live with, right?” You grabbed two bottles from the small wine rack, holding them up for her to see, “White or red?”

She pointed to the white and waited patiently as you put the red back and poured her a glass before handing it to her, “Thank you, babe!” Odessa took a long sip from the cup and placed it on the island, “You got the cast off, where is your ring?” Of course she’d be the first to notice…

“Shit…Jake’s been wearing it on one of his necklace chains for safekeeping.” You looked down at your hand, “We were busy today, I guess we both forgot about it.” Lifting your shoulders, you shrugged, biting back the smile as you thought about just how busy you’d been a few hours earlier, “Remind to get it off of him when they get back.”

She eyed you with a knowing look, a smirk tilting her lip, “Yeah, okay…So, what are we cooking?”

“How do you feel about pasta?” You opened the fridge and began pulling out different ingredients, “I was thinking a simple Cacio e Pepe, maybe some bruschetta and a salad?”

“Oooh, that sounds so good!” She stood up and came around the island, “What do you want me to do? Gimme some direction.”

“Do you want to start chopping these? I’m gonna go grab the speaker to play some music.” You placed a cucumber and a few different peppers in front of her and grabbed a knife from the block, “Dice the peppers into big chunks and just slice the cucumber.” You handed her the knife and scampered out of the kitchen. When you returned, you couldn’t help but laugh at the way she haphazardly chopped the veggies.

“What?!” Odessa dropped the knife on the cutting board with a huff, “Danny does most of the cooking at home! I’m trying my best.”

“Oh hush, hun. You’re doing great, just keep going.” You watched as she resumed her task and clicked the power button on the speaker, allowing it to connect to your phone, “What do you wanna listen to? Any preference?”

She grabbed the dish towel to wipe her hands off, “Actually, can I send you this playlist I made a few days ago?” She took her phone from her pocket after you nodded in approval and sent the playlist, “It’s good, I promise! Just full of songs that my mom used to listen to all the time that really stuck with me.”

Opening it up, you pressed the shuffle button without looking through the songs and let it play, “God, I love this song!” You started singing as you walked to the counter behind Odessa to retrieve the pasta dough that had been resting, “Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby? I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother!”

“Hell yeah, babe!” Your friend was swaying her hips as she chopped, joining in to sing with you, “And every time you speak her name, does she know how you told me you’d hold me until you died?”

It wasn’t long before the both of you were having a full blown concert performance in your kitchen, using wooden spoons as drumsticks and a rolling pin as a guitar while you sang at the top of your lungs.

And I’m here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away

It’s not fair to deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know!!!

The song faded out as you both keeled over with laughter, gasping to catch your breath, “Oh my god!” Odessa was wiping the tears from beneath her eyes as she straightened up and tried to stop laughing, “That was fucking amazing, I really needed that!”

You came up behind her and wrapped your arms around her, “Fuck, Dess… I needed that too!” You hugged her tight as she gripped onto your arms and leaned into you, “I love you, Dess…I haven’t thanked you enough for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Awwwe, Y/N, stop. You’re gonna make me cry.” She turned around to face you with a genuine smile, “I would do anything for you, babe. I love you so much…” She paused, her voice taking on a less cheerful tone, “I’ll never forgive myself for bringing Sage into you and Jake’s life.”

“Odessa, it-.”

“Just let me get this out, please. It’s been weighing on me.” She cut you off and you silently nodded for her to continue, “I knew she had her issues, but I swear, I never expected her to try anything with Jake… The day she met him, in Atlanta, I made it clear that he wasn’t available. Hell, he made it crystal clear the way he ignored her desperate attempts at flirting.” She shook her head with a sigh, “She kept going on about him on our drive back and I told her, again, that you guys had been together forever and she needed to just forget about him, and I thought she did. She didn’t bring him up once to me after that and then at the bar that night, when I introduced her to you, I really thought she was over it. She didn’t even look at him once.” You listened intently, wanting to hear her point of view, “I wanted you two to be friends so bad. She was my best friend, but you and I were getting closer and I just thought you two could love each other as much as I loved you both…But she started changing and I didn’t realize it at first and maybe if I had-” Odessa leaned back against the counter, trying to blink away tears, “Maybe I could’ve prevented all of the shit she- I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Her cries echoed through the kitchen as she put her head into her hands.

You could feel your own tears forming as you reached out to hug her again, “Do not blame yourself, Dess. None of it is your fault. She’s manipulative, conniving…just a twisted fucking person. I was the one who let her get close to me.” You released her and stepped back, “I saw the red flags, ignored my gut feelings, and at the end of the day, that’s on me. But nobody is to blame for the psycho shit she did except her. She made her choices and she should have to fucking pay for them.” You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling angry.

Odessa used her sleeve to wipe her cheeks with a sniffle, “Yeah…I wanted to ask how she isn’t…like…in prison?”

“Haaa. Because she literally manipulates everyone. I don’t know how she does it, but she’s good.” You were chewing on your lip, thinking back on the last visit from Detective Walsh, “Do you remember the detectives that came to the hospital? The one was an asshole.”

She took a few seconds to think before nodding her head, “Oh god, yeah. They talked to me in the waiting room and the one with the mustache, he was super patient and listened well. The other guy hardly let me get a word in. He would ask a question and then fill my mouth with his own answers before I could say anything.”

“Yeah, well, his hostility came from the fact that he was fucking Sage.” You said it with a grim chuckle, “Detective Walsh came by a few weeks ago and told us that his partner got suspended after they found out. But get this…Sage said that the other detective forced her to do everything and now there’s an entire separate investigation going on that paints her as a victim.” Your head dropped back as you trained your eyes on the light above you, your voice a whisper, “It’s like she’s always one step ahead…I just wish there was a way to beat her at her own game.”

“I mean, she admitted to stalking you, taking those videos and pictures… Shouldn’t that be enough to prove she’s guilty of something?” She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at you.

“There’s no proof that she admitted to it. She said it to us, yeah, but it’s just ‘hearsay.’” You held your fingers up with air quotes as you picked your head up to look at her again, “Detective Walsh said it’s a he said/she said and that without tangible evidence, it’s inadmissible.” You shrugged your shoulders in defeat.

Odessa’s brows were drawn together in thought for a moment, “But what if you can get her to admit it?” She was thinking hard and you waited for her to elaborate, “You said she’s always one step ahead, but everyone has a weakness, Y/N…And I think we know what her weakness is, or who anyways.” She spoke carefully, unsure of how you would react to her suggestion.

“No. Absolutely not. Jake has been through way too much at her hands.” You were shaking your head profusely, “I wanna see her get what she deserves more than anybody, but I will not use him to speed the process up.”

“Okay. Hey, forget I even suggested it, babe.” She grasped your face in her hands, brightening her tone, “How about we get back to dinner?”

You looked at the digital clock on the stove, “Shit… They’re gonna be back in an hour and I do not have time to roll and cut the pasta.” You picked up the bowl of dough from the countertop, poking it with your fingers, “We’re just gonna have to scrap it and use store bought.” You flipped the bowl over and let the dough ball drop into the trashcan before going to the pantry for the boxed pasta, “Alright, get in the fridge and grab the arugula, the parmesan wedge and the cherry tomatoes.” Grabbing a large pot from a cabinet below the counter, you began filling it up with water to place on the stove.

Odessa came back to the island with everything you told her to retrieve, “Now what?”

“Uhhh… Hang on.” You climbed up on the counter to get your big, wooden salad bowl from on top of the refrigerator, “Here. Put the arugula in here, the peppers, cucumbers, slice the tomatoes in half and throw them in and then shave some parm strips into it.” You hopped down and gave her the bowl then grabbed the cheese grater for her, “I’m gonna make a dressing while I wait on this water to boil, turn the music up!” You pointed at the speaker that was still playing her playlist.

“Yes, chef!” She was quick to follow your orders, dropping everything into the bowl as she finished cutting the veggies.

You whirled through the kitchen, reaching for a mixing bowl and snatching a whisk from a drawer, before stopping to mix up a vinaigrette. Cutting a lemon in half, you squeezed the juice into your bowl and added some cracked black pepper and a pinch of salt, then a bit of dijon mustard and some garlic and whisked it rapidly. Once you were satisfied with how everything was mixed, you picked up the olive oil and began drizzling it into the bowl while constantly stirring, allowing it to emulsify. You ran your finger along the utensil and licked the dressing off to taste it, “Dess, taste this and tell me what you think. Is it too much lemon?” You held the whisk up for her to try it.

She dragged her finger over the metal and pulled it into her mouth, “Mmm!” Her eyes were wide as she tasted the vinaigrette, “That’s so fucking good!” She picked up a slice of cucumber and dipped it into the dressing before tossing it into her mouth, “I need that recipe, babe…”

You giggled as she mumbled past the food, “I’ll write it down for you later. Once you have the salad finished, drizzle this over top and give it a good toss.” You passed the bowl to her and went to tend to the boiling water. After dropping the noodles into the pot, you spent a few minutes to whip up a quick garlic bread and get it in the oven to bake.

Everything was coming together smoothly and you and Odessa were singing along to the music and setting the table with minutes to spare before the guys got in. You placed the main dish in the center of the table, with the salad and garlic bread on either side of it, while she gathered silverware. Once it was all set, you both took a break to dance around the kitchen while the music played, Keep Your Hands to Yourself by Georgia Satellites.

My honey, my baby, don’t put my love upon no shelf

She said, ‘Don’t hand me no lines, and keep your hands to yourself’

You and Odessa were laughing through the lyrics as you twirled each other around the room and didn’t hear the boys come in until Jake opened his mouth, “What the fuck is going on?” He couldn’t contain his smile as he watched you shake your hips. He was coming across the kitchen, arms extended as he grasped your waist to pull you in, “Food smells good, love…” He was half shouting over the music and your own voice as you kept singing.

He leaned in for a kiss but you planted a hand on his chest while wagging a finger in his face with a wicked smile, “I said, honey, I’ll live with ya for the rest of my life… She said, no huggee, no kissee until you make me a wife!” You pinched the ring that hung on his necklace between your fingers and held it in front of his face, “My honey, my baby…Don’t put my love upon no shelf-.” You were cut off by Jake circling his arms around you and lifting you from the floor. You let out a squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spun you.

He let you back onto your feet and pulled his necklace off to remove the ring and slide it into its rightful place on your finger, “Can I have a kiss now?” 

“I guess so…” Your fist balled into his shirt to yank him against you and you let his lips find yours, “Mmm. You taste like bourbon.” Your tongue dragged across your lip and you’re sure Jake must’ve seen the fire that ignited in your eyes as he responded.

“You want me to just send everyone home so I can eat?” His voice was low, but not low enough to evade Sam’s ears, “I’m famished…”

“You guys are gross!” He was talking with a full mouth and you looked past Jake to see him standing with a piece of garlic bread in his hand.

You rolled your eyes at, “Sammy… You couldn’t wait for everyone to sit down?” You turned the music down as you padded over to him, “We worked too hard on this for you to just stick your grubby fingers in everything, go wash your hands.” You pointed to the sink.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at you, “Y’know, I’m not your kid. You can’t boss me around like that.” It was a moot point, proved by the way he stalked past you to the sink and scrubbed his hands as you’d instructed.

“Hey, mama!” Josh tapped your shoulder and pulled you into a suffocating hug, “Dinner looks great, thanks for inviting us.” He placed a soft kiss to your cheek before releasing you and looking over your body, “You look good, Y/N.”

“You say that everytime you see me, Joshy.” You reached up to fluff his curls a bit, a habit you’d picked up over the past few weeks since he’d been around more often, “But I still appreciate it.”

He swatted your hand away with a gentle smile, “I know, but there’s something today…Something about your aura, maybe? I don’t know, I can’t place it.” He was studying you like he was trying to figure it out.

“Yanno, I said the same thing earlier.” Jake came up beside his twin with a smirk, “It’s something different…” His eyes flicked down to your chest and back up.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s eat?” You could feel your face getting hot as you headed for the table, stopping to give Danny a hug.

Your face pressed into his chest as he squeezed you, “It’s good to see you doing better, Y/N. You do look good.”

“She looks better than good. She’s hot as hell.” Odessa raised her third glass of wine to you from her seat at the table that she claimed 20 minutes earlier.

Sammy was behind you, his hands on your shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re all seeing… She looks a little rough to me. Kinda stinky too.”

You jabbed your elbow into his stomach, “Well then you probably don’t wanna eat my stinky food… Guess you’ll just have to order a pizza.” You turned around to stare up at him with a smile before forcing him into a hug, “I missed you, Sammy.”

He instinctively embraced you, his arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders, “I missed you too. But can we eat? It smells so good.” He pulled back with a grin as you nodded and gestured to the table.

“My love.” Jake held his hand out for you to take and led you to the table, pulling your chair out. Everybody else took their seats, Jake at the head of the table, Danny opposite him as usual. You and Josh were on either side of Jake, Sam beside you and Odessa beside Josh, her hand grasped in Danny’s.

They all took turns spooning food onto their plates. Jake made sure your plate was filled before he even thought about putting food on his own, “Baby, that’s too much.” You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from scooping another helping of pasta, “I was snacking while I cooked, I’m not that hungry.” He gave you a certain look. One that said he knew you were lying as he tilted his brows in question. You shook your head, dismissing whatever he was thinking, “I’m okay, baby. Promise. Just a little nauseous.” You whispered quietly to keep it between the two of you.

“You want me to make you some tea?” He took your hand, bringing it to his lips, “Tell me how to make it go away, love.” His lips brushed over your knuckles and you smiled at the way he still sent butterflies through your gut.

“Maybe just some water?” Your eyes followed him as he got up and went to the fridge to get you a bottle of water and came back, “Thank you, lover.” You leaned over the table to give him a kiss before settling back into your chair.

Conversations carried on as everyone ate and after a while, you all ended up scattered through the house. You sat on the couch, curled up to Sam as he rambled to Daniel about a science project they had in high school. Josh was thumbing through the shelf of vinyls, grumbling about how none of it was what he wanted to listen to. You giggled to yourself, watching him toss his hands around as he talked to himself.

“Josh, honey, what are you looking for?” You pushed off of Sam to stand up from the couch.

“Bob Dylan!” He threw his hands above his head with a growl, “Where is the Bob fucking Dylan?!”

Kneeling down beside Josh, you scanned through the vinyls yourself, “You know what, Jake might have some records in his office, come look?” You started the trek towards the back of the house with him on your heels. You noticed Jake and Odessa conversing in the kitchen as you passed and wondered what they were talking about. Pushing the door to the spare bedroom open, you stepped aside for Josh to enter and pointed to the record cabinet, “He always hoards a bunch in there. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to fight for my BB King albums… He likes to think that all the best stuff belongs to him.” 

“That’s because it does.” Jake was standing in the doorway with a sweet smile, “What are you guys doing?” His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

Josh was coming towards you, carrying a few albums, “Needed Dylan.” He held the vinyls up to his twin and stalked past him, heading back to the living room with everyone else.

“Baby, we’re gonna need to find a place for all of your stuff here.” You gestured around the room.

Jake walked further into the room, pulling you with him, “Maybe we just need a bigger house.” He sat in his leather chair, yanking you down onto his lap, “How do you feel about moving? Finding something with more space? I’ve been thinking about it and I just don’t think this place is gonna be big enough.”

You tangled your fingers with his, thinking it over, “This is home, Jake.” You held eye contact with him, “This is where we’ve built our life, where we really started… I don’t wanna just pack up and move on, leaving all the memories.” A grin cracked across your face as you spoke, “I want to make more memories. With our baby… I want to make him bacon and eggs in our kitchen and give him bubble baths with toys in the clawfoot tub.” He brought your hand to his mouth, holding your knuckles against his lips while he listened, “I want to sit him on our sink to put a bandaid over his knee when he gets his first booboo and fall asleep on the couch with him during nap time… Uncle Sammy and Uncle Danny will teach him how to swim in our pool and pyromaniac Uncle Joshy will teach him how to start a fire in the pit for the best s’mores.” Your voice cracked a bit as you started to get emotional, “If we need more room, we can build an addition. We can build ten hundred additions, I don’t care… But I don’t want to leave, Jake.”

He was blinking quickly, trying to hide the tears that threatened his eyes, “You’re right. This is home.” He nodded as his grin started to match yours, “We’ll make room, build an addition, it doesn’t matter. We’ll stay here forever if that’s what you want, my love. I’ll start packing shit up tomorrow and we can get to planning his room.” He brushed his fingers over your legs as you both looked around the room, dreaming up possible colors and themes.

Silence fell over the two of you for a bit until you tilted your head to look at him, “Hey. What were you and Dess talking about in the kitchen?”

The question caught him off guard and he hesitated before answering, “Uhh, it was nothing…” Jake paused, but he realized you weren’t going to let it go until he gave you an answer, “It was- I just never really apologized to her for some things I said while you were in the hospital.”

“What did you say to her?”

“It’s not important anymore.” He tucked the hair behind your ear, giving you your favorite, warm smile, but you could still see it in his eyes; He was fighting with something that he didn’t want to tell you. “Should we head back out there?”

Deciding not to press any harder in the moment, you nodded and stood from his lap, “We left all the children with Daniel, he’s probably ripping his hair out.”

You both rejoined the group and it wasn’t much longer before Jake was shooing everyone out the door, “Y/N is tired, it’s past her bedtime.” He chuckled as he pried Sam out of the hug he had you wrapped in, “Get out, Sammy. It’s time to go home.” Everybody took their turns to hug you and say their goodbyes before leaving. He closed the front door and locked the deadbolt before turning back to face you, “I’ve been waiting to get you to myself…”

“So… The funny thing is- I’m actually tired.” You scrunched your nose at him as you spun around to head to the bedroom, “You need to shower.” You stated it plainly before disappearing down the hallway. You changed into a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt and climbed into bed. Jake passed the doorway on his way to the bathroom. He showered fast to join you in bed as quickly as he could, “You didn’t have to rush, baby.” You rolled over to face him as he slipped beneath the comforter.

His hair was still wet, soaking into his pillow as he laid down, “I didn’t want you to fall asleep without me…” He lifted his arm, allowing you to snuggle into him.

You drew circles over his abdomen with your index finger, “Jake, you don’t have to keep worrying about the dreams… I’ll call that therapist tomorrow.” You felt him hum in approval and press a kiss to the top of your head. The darkness and the quiet of the night lured Jake to sleep quickly and you listened to his gentle breaths, waiting for the calm to take you as well while pondering how to fix the trauma on your own. Unfortunately, the only answer you could come up with was going to the source and she was the last thing you wanted to deal with…

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No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep. It wasn’t Jake’s snoring or the dreams keeping you awake this time, it was the deep rumble in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, but it was persistent. You looked over at Jake, making sure he was definitely sleeping, before carefully sliding out of the bed. You padded into the kitchen, keeping your footsteps light on the hardwood, and flipped on the light above the sink before heading into the pantry. Unsure of what you even wanted, you started piling things into your arms. Peanut butter, a bag of pretzels, a pack of chicken ramen; everything made your stomach growl harshly. You left the pantry and placed your findings on the island to go to the fridge and gather more random items. A bag of carrots, a variety of cheeses and a few other things, later, and you were hoisting yourself up on the island. Crossing your legs beneath you, you leaned over to pull a drawer open, grabbing yourself a spoon. You spun the lid off the peanut butter, taking a heaping spoonful and giving it a few licks before reaching for the carrots. Dragging a baby carrot through the creamy peanut butter, you chomped on it, crunching loudly with a delighted hum. You moved on, indulging in different food combinations, each one oddly better than the last.

You had a slice of mango on top of a cool ranch dorito, mid bite, when the kitchen illuminated with the overhead light, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Jake was rubbing his eyes as he took in the scattering of food surrounding you, “It’s after two in the morning, love.”

“I couldn’t sleep…” You mumbled in defense, plopping the rest of the fruit and chip into your mouth, “He was hungry, daddy.” You poked your lip out as you rubbed your belly.

He tried to fight the smile creeping over his lips as he crossed the room to you, “Well, when his cravings make momma sick, I don’t wanna hear it.” Jake leaned on the counter, observing the weird buffet, “Are you really eating all of this?” He reached for the pile of pretzels sitting beside you.

“Baby, I wouldn’t-.”

His hand recoiled, a look of disgust on his face, “Why are they wet?!” He wiped his hand over your sweatpants.

You giggled sheepishly, “We don’t like pretzels anymore, just the salt.”

“You’re just sucking the salt- Why not just eat table salt, Y/N?” He was gazing at you like you were from another planet.

“First of all, that’s gross. The pretzel salt has a pretzel taste, table salt is only good with tequila, Jacob.” You picked your small paring knife up and cut another sliver of mango, “You have to try this, baby…” Placing the slice on a paper towel, you drizzled it with sriracha and honey before stabbing it with a fork and offering it to Jake.

“I’m not eating that.” He was shaking his head vigorously, “You shouldn’t eat that. You really are gonna make yourself sick.”

Pulling the fork to your mouth, you took a bite of the fruit, “Oh hush. I feel fine and this is delicious.” You took the rest from the fork, doing a little happy shimmy as you chewed, “It’s even better with a dorito…oooh! and cream cheese with lemons is also really good, babe.” You reached for the last slice of lemon on the countertop but he snatched it from your fingers and put it back down.

His mouth dropped into a grimace, “Alright, that’s enough. It’s bedtime.” He grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the island and helping you down, “I’ll clean up. Go brush your teeth and then straight to bed.” Jake pointed to the kitchen doorway, shooing you off.

“God, you’re such a buzzkill, dad…” You rolled your eyes before turning away, earning yourself a light tap on the ass, “Hurry up, I’m tired.” You rounded the doorway and headed for the bathroom to follow Jake’s instructions. When you entered the bedroom, he was already tucked back into bed, waiting for you, “You put the fridge stuff away and left everything else, didn’t you?”

He held his hand out for you with a sleepy smile, “It’s almost three now. I’ll clean the rest up tomorrow.” Once you slipped your fingers over his palm, he pulled you down on top of him, hugging you to his body, “I love you, baby. You know that, right?” His voice was quiet, meant only for you and no other thing, living or not, in the universe, “This life that we’ve built- that we’re building… I still can’t believe we’re starting a family, Y/N.”

“We already have a family, Jake, we’re just expanding it with a little piece of us.” You snuggled into him, pressing your nose into his cheek, “He’s gonna have the best uncles and grandparents and, most importantly, the absolute greatest daddy in the world.” You squeezed your arms around him as you kissed his jaw, “I can’t wait to see all the things you teach him, baby… Do they make tiny SG’s for little baby hands?”

“I don’t think they do, my love.” He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead with a chuckle, “He might not want anything to do with music, maybe he’ll wanna be a chef like his momma, take over the family business.” Turning his head, he stared up at the ceiling, deep in his thoughts.

You watched Jake’s smile grow, lighting up his eyes, and it made your heart swell but your anxiety was still poking at your brain, “What are the chances we don’t completely fuck this up, Jake?” You rolled off of him and onto your back, now staring at the ceiling as well, “What if I’m like…the worst mom? What if I get everything wrong?” 

“Hey.” He rolled over, cupping your cheek to make you look at him, “We’re in this together. It’s new for both of us and we’re bound to make mistakes.” His hand went to your waist, pulling you against his chest, “I have no doubt that you’ll be an amazing mom, baby.” There was a pause before he added, “And on the very slight chance that we do fuck this up, we can always do better with the second one.”

“The second one?” You went wide-eyed as you tilted your head to look at him, catching his dimple as he tried to hide his smirk, “Okay, Jakey… I need some sleep before we get into that conversation.” He rolled away to turn the lamp off and came right back to his place, holding you against him once more. You snaked an arm over him before giving his lips one single peck, “I love you too, by the way.”

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You sat at the small table in the corner, checking the time on your phone. You hated lying to Jake, hated that he had no clue what you were doing. When you couldn’t sleep, most of your tossing and turning in bed was accompanied by thoughts of the conversation you had with Odessa. But what if you can get her to admit it? You weren’t willing to use Jake. There was no way you could involve him in anything to do with her… So when you woke up and texted Sage to meet you today, you knew you needed an excuse to give Jake. “Baby, I’m just gonna get a ride into the city, I wanna grab a coffee and pick a few things up.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were sitting in a cafe right now, sipping a coffee. It just wasn’t the whole truth. He tried to argue, tried to tell you he would drive you, but you declined, telling him that you just wanted some time to yourself. He relented, watching you from the porch as you walked down the driveway and got into the back of an Uber. Now you waited. Would she show up? You checked the time again before opening up the text thread and reading back over your message.

You 8:05am: I’m giving you one chance to talk. I’ll be at the coffee shop at 10. You know which one. I’ll wait until 10:15.

It was 10:11pm when you put your phone down and looked up to see her coming through the door. She paused to look for you before slinking between other tables to get to yours.

She sat across from you, a weary look on her face and a rush in her words, “Why am I here, Y/N?” She was looking around the area, searching for something.

“If you’re looking for Jake, he’s not here.” You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, “As for why you’re here, I just want to talk.”

She scoffed, almost like she was annoyed, “Talk about what? You have a restraining order against me, I could get in trouble for being here.”

“Of all the fucking damage you caused… That’s what you’re worried about?” Your disbelief was evident, “Why won’t you stop?” You stared at her, waiting for an answer, but she refused to meet your eyes, “After everything you’ve done, you owe me an explanation. Why us? Why me, Sage?”

“Because you don’t deserve him.” She finally lifted her head to look at you, tapping her fingers on the table, “You made it easy.” Her face showed no signs of remorse, “All I had to do was flirt, feed you a few lines… You were hooked the minute you saw me.”

“I don’t deserve him?” You sat up, resting your elbows on the table to really look at her, “You think you deserve him, Sage? Think you can make him happier?” You cocked an eyebrow at her, tilting your head.

A humorless laugh dripped from her mouth, “At least he would be enough for me, Y/N. I don’t need the attention of all of his brothers or people I meet in bars. I only need him.”

Now it was your turn to laugh, “Wow, you won’t let that one go, huh?” You picked up your coffee, taking a sip as you shook your head, “You know I didn’t sleep with either of them. I’m sure you’d have the proof if I did, but you don’t… You’ve been lingering in the background for months, just hoping to catch me doing whatever it was you suspected.” You leaned in close, dropping your voice low, “And when there was nothing to show for your psycho stalking, when you realized that nothing could come between me and Jake… You snapped. You wanted me gone so that you could slither your way in. Am I getting warmer?” You could tell the smirk on your face was eating away at her.

“He left after the Josh video, though, didn’t he? How did you sweet talk your way out of that one?” She leaned in as well, clenching her jaw.

“I didn’t need to sweet talk, honey. The truth presented itself on that one. Solid try, though.” You knew you’d successfully gotten under her skin and you were ready to end the conversation with one final blow. Sliding your chair out, you stood up, looking down on her, “Despite your efforts, I have a baby to worry about now.” You lifted your left hand to examine your ring, “Oh! And a wedding to plan.” You held your hand in front of her face, “You’re the least of my worries now, Sage…but I have a feeling that I’m still the most of yours.” Grabbing your coffee from the table, you flashed her a smile and walked by her to leave. She was pissed, seething with rage, but that was exactly what you wanted. She was right where you needed her, all you had to do was wait for her to take the bait.

Sage POV

You? Worried about her? Jake doesn’t want her… She’ll never be good enough for him, you just have to make him see that. But through all of your attempts, she still manages to wiggle her way out of everything. Manages to keep him in her grasp. He doesn’t want to marry her. She just has him believing that her baby is his, but you know better. Turning in your seat, you looked out the large window, watching her climb into the backseat of what must be an Uber. You watched the car pull away from the curb, an unkempt anger bubbling through your veins, until you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to see him. Jake. Your Jake. He looked sexy…Always so sexy, “Jake… What is this?” You looked around, waiting for her to come back at any second, but then his fingers were on your chin, guiding your eyes back to him.

“She left, Sage. I have to be quick, she thinks I’m at home.” He spoke softly as he dropped his hand and took a seat across from you, “I’ve been trying to get away to see you for weeks…”

Something didn’t feel right… You craned your neck, scoping out the cafe again, “What is happening? Why are you here?” Slowly, your gaze came back to him, awaiting an answer.

He reached across the table, placing his hand on top of yours, and you thought you felt it trembling, but his steady voice distracted you, “I can’t be with her anymore, I don’t love her…” His voice. Oh god, his voice was like the greatest melody ever created, “I haven’t loved her for a long time, Sage.”

Why was he admitting this to you now? What was the catch? “At the hospital, you- What you said…” You thought back to his exact words, cringing at the way he screamed at you, “You said I was demented.” Your gaze went back to the window as you watched the cars go by, but your focus remained on the feeling of his hand over yours.

“I know. I had to. Everyone was there.” He paused until you brought your eyes back to him, “She was dying… I-” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat before continuing, “It would’ve looked bad if I just left her at a time like that.” He was shaking his head like his thoughts were troubling him, “It’s still hard… To leave her, I mean. She’s almost completely healed, but the baby-”

You cut him off, gripping his hand tightly in yours, “Jake, that baby isn’t yours!” You tried to keep your voice to a whisper to not draw attention to your corner, “I know in my heart it isn’t and we can find proof.”

He pried his hand from you to push his hair out of his face with a sigh, “I don’t know. She swears it’s mine, Sage. She wouldn’t lie, would she?”

“That’s all she does, babe. Just lie and manipulate and she’s not gonna stop until somebody makes her…” You took a deep breath, studying his face, his eyes, his body. Searching for any indication that he wasn’t being genuine with you before you confessed everything to him. His brown eyes were sad, you could see the pain he was fighting in them. He hated his life with her. She made him miserable. Only you could free him from it, “Jake, I need to tell you something…”

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Hands to Yourself Pt9

Hi, my loves🤍

I know this one took awhile and i'm sorrryyyyy, but she’s here now! I hope it was worth the wait(even if only for the spicy scene)💖

Part 8

Word Count: 10.7k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. Smut(oral[f!rec], fingering, unprotected sex). Pregnancy talk. only a lil angst in the form of an argument. Mentions of death/accidents. Let me know if I missed anything!

“Babe, help…” You whined at Jake, holding your towel up to him. When he took it from your hand, you peeled the plastic cover from your left arm that kept the cast dry during your shower. “Dry my hair a little first, please?” You turned around and leaned your head back, letting your hair dangle down your spine.

Jake moved closer, scrunching your dripping strands in the towel to remove the excess water, “You’re getting awfully needy, my love…” You smiled at his sarcastic tone, “It’s one thing to sponge bathe you, but this? I bet I’ll have to help you get dressed too, huh?” He pulled the towel around your body, securing it in the front as he turned you to face him.

Your hands found his waist, just above his own towel, “I’d hardly call that a sponge bath, Jacob. All you had to do was scrub my back.” You gave a pout as you looked up at him, “Make you a deal?” He raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate, “I’ll get myself dressed if you make dinner? I’m so hungry, baby.” You watched his lip curl..

“Deal.” He punctuated the word with a peck to your nose before breaking away and heading out of the bathroom.

Moving to the sink, you stared at yourself in the mirror. The bruise on your cheek was faded to a yellow, only a few purplish specks sprinkled throughout. The cut in the center was healed enough that you didn’t need the medical tape to seal it together anymore, but there was definitely going to be a scar left behind. Picking up your brush from the sink top, you began pulling it through your hair. After successfully detangling, you made your way out and into your bedroom. Jake’s towel was discarded on the bed, left to soak into the duvet. You shook your head with a chuckle, going to your dresser and pulling out some comfy clothes to wear. You could hear music playing from the living room, signaling that Jake had fired up the turntable, and you felt a cozy warmth wash over you, picturing him digging through the cabinets while he hummed along quietly. You pulled a t-shirt over your head, only struggling to get your left arm through the sleeve because of the pain in your collarbone. You wondered what Jake was going to cook as you shook your sweatpants out, your stomach growling viciously. After getting your right leg into the pants, you were having a hard time with the left and lost your balance, falling into your dresser with a thud. A frustrated sigh left your mouth as you straightened back up, muttering curses under your breath.

Jake came into the room at the commotion, “Hey, are you okay?” You didn’t answer and he watched you continue to struggle with the pants, “Alright, let me help.” He came closer and tried to grab the waistband to help you step into them.

“No, I got it.” You stubbornly pushed his hands away, insisting you could do it. He refused to give up, moving in to help again. “Jake, I said I got it!” You stomped your foot as you yelled, causing you to stumble once more, but Jake caught you before you could hit the floor.

He made sure you were steady and knelt down, holding the sweats for you to step into, “Why do you keep trying to fight me on everything, Y/N?” You held onto his shoulders, finally accepting his assistance as you let him pull the pants up. “Everytime I try to help you the past few days, you lash out…”

You brought your hand up, rubbing it over your collarbone, “Because I don’t need your help with everything, Jake. I need to be able to do these basic things by myself.” Moving past him, you stalked out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

Jake was following right behind you, “Y/N, you were in a bad accident, it’s okay to need help.” He watched you roll your shoulder back with a grimace as you rounded the corner to the kitchen, “And you should really put the sling back on… You’re supposed to be limiting your arm movement.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, you threw your head back with an eye roll, “I don’t need you to play doctor. I just spent more than enough time surrounded by plenty of them and that damn sling hurts my neck!”  Taking a deep, calming breath, you turned to face him, “I’m sorry. I just…can’t be dependent on you for everything. I refuse to be that kind of burden on you, Jake.”

“You’re not a burden on me, love. You could never be.” He took a few steps, closing the distance between you. “I want to help you. I want you to want my help, so please stop arguing.” His hands grasped your waist gently, pulling you into him. You surrendered, laying your head over his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I do want your help, Jakey… But I also need to be independent.” You gazed up at him through your lashes, cheek flat against his heart, “You’re not gonna be around 24/7. You’ll be back on tour soon enough and when I go back to work, I-“

He pulled back, staring down at you as he cut you off, “You’re not going back to work for a while, Y/N… Why are you thinking about that right now?”

You stared back at him with the same confused expression, “A while? No.” You broke away from him, shaking your head, “I’m going back as soon as I can. I’ll go back next week if it’s possible.”

“Well, it’s not going to be possible.” He stated matter-of-factly before turning around and leaving the kitchen. You went after him, ready for the ensuing argument. Jake was at the record player, removing the vinyl and tucking it back into its sleeve. He could feel your eyes boring into his back and, as if he knew you were about to open your mouth, he shut down your thoughts before you had a chance to voice them. “You can give me that angry stare all you want.” He whipped around to be met with the exact look he was suspecting, “What are you not understanding about the fact that you almost died? I don’t know how many times I have to reiterate it, but I’ll say it until it gets through to you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut, “Your body needs to heal. You went through something traumatic and I know you don’t want to admit to yourself or anyone, for that matter, but you are not at 100%, Y/N!” The loud tone of his voice had you glaring at him, “The only thing you should be focusing on is your recovery.”

“I’m healing just fine, Jake. If I wasn’t, Dr. Brooks wouldn’t have signed the fucking release papers!” Your voice was rising, matching the level of his, “You’re the only person who thinks I need to be put in a fucking bubble, I don’t get it!”

He released an angry huff through his nose, “Because you’re not the only one that I have to worry about anymore!” He turned his back to you, dragging his hands over his face. “I know you hate this, love, I do. I don’t want to keep you locked up in the house anymore than you want to be...” His voice was quiet now, laced with defeat, “But if you try to jump straight into everything without giving yourself adequate time to really recover…you’re not just risking hurting yourself.” You hugged your arms around yourself, completely speechless. When you didn’t say anything for several moments, Jake turned back to see your eyes cast to the floor. “Baby, come here.” He held his hand out as an offering but you remained in place, letting his words sink in. Maybe you were being selfish? It hadn’t occurred to you that your body wasn’t just your body anymore and the thought was overwhelming. Were you being careless? “Okay, get out of your head.” He stood in front of you, taking your face in his hands to make you look at him. He waited for your eyes to meet his, “You’ll be able to get back into your routine, love. It’s just gonna take time.” Jake lured you in, resting his chin on your head, while you kept your arms around yourself, “Can you give me that? Just a little time?”

You dropped your arms to your sides, relaxing into him with a deep sigh. It wasn’t an unreasonable request at all, but it was only a matter of time before the cabin fever would set in and drive you crazy. Sure, you could still get out of the house and do small things, but without a car, there weren’t many options. You knew that Jake would happily drop everything to do anything for you and you were grateful for that. For him. Still, deep down, you couldn’t help but feel like part of him would get sick of it. You pushed the negative thoughts away and pressed your nose into his shirt, breathing him in and mumbling against his chest, “Okay. Time… I can give you that if you make dinner like you promised.”

His chest shook with a laugh, “I didn’t promise! We made a deal!” Jake stepped back, holding you at arms length as he continued to laugh, “And you didn’t even get dressed by yourself.” You flattened your palm against his chest, pushing him away with a forced scowl. He grabbed your arm before you could disconnect from him and yanked you back into his hold, “I’m kidding, baby.” Brushing your damp hair from your face, he smiled down at you, “We don’t have anything here to make, I have to go to the store. What do you wanna eat, my love?”

You pursed your lips in thought for a moment, “Blueberry pancakes and bacon.” He began to nod his head, but you weren’t finished, “A burger would be good too… with fresh cut fries!” Your mouth was practically watering at the thought of it, “Oooh and a strawberry milkshake. No! Mint chocolate chip!”

“Jesus, Y/N… Okay.” Jake was trying to reason with you, “How about we do burgers and fries for dinner and I’ll get stuff to do breakfast tomorrow? Sound good?” 

“And a milkshake?” You were batting your eyelashes at him, smiling sweetly.

“Yes, love, ‘and a milkshake.’” He mimicked you, pinching your side with a giant grin. You yelped and swatted at him, trying to break away from him, but Jake had you encased in his arms, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and squirmed in his grip. “I’ll give you whatever you want as long as I get to hear that laugh every day.”

Gazing up at him, you ran your index finger over his bottom lip, “One laugh a day seems like a reasonable request.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his as a need you hadn’t felt in a couple of weeks started to bloom. Your hand traveled over his cheek to curl around the back of his neck, fingers twirling into his hair as you guided his lips to yours. He kissed you back, allowing your tongue to roll against his own, and your left hand snaked under the hem of his t-shirt. Your fingertips grazed over his warm skin as your thumb brushed through the trail of hair below his belly button, ghosting across the waistline of his jeans. It was a subtle way of telling Jake that you wanted him and normally he would pick up on that right away and give in, but you were surprised when he stepped back, detaching your hand from his body. “Baby…” You whined, grasping his hips and nuzzling into his neck as you nipped at his collarbone.

Your hand went back to his waistband, toying with the button while your lips danced over his neck. He swallowed hard, his fingers circling around your cast to stop you, “Not right now, love.” 

“What? Why not?” Your eyes dropped to his crotch, the denim now tight over his obvious erection, “We can be quick, Jakey.” You smiled as you reached for him again but he dodged your hand, turning away from you. “Are you seri-.”

“When I get back, Y/N.” Jake was standing in the front hall, slipping his vans on, now. You stared at him, brows pinched, trying to decipher his rigid body language. He looked up, catching your expression and gave a tight, forced smile, “I’m gonna go get the food… so we can eat.” He shifted on his feet as he pulled his keys from their hook and opened the door, “I’ll be back in an hour, love you.” The door clicked shut and you gawked in disbelief at the empty spot that Jake was standing in just seconds prior. What just happened?

Deciding that hunger was the cause of his odd behavior, you turned and walked back to the kitchen, in need of something to settle your own growling stomach. Heading into the pantry, you rummaged through the shelves, searching for anything to snack on, but came up short. He was right when he said there was nothing in the house. You closed the pantry door and walked to the counter where the fruit bowl sat, it was empty. Pulling the french doors of the fridge open, you dug through the drawers but they were devoid of anything appetizing. In a last ditch effort, you pulled the freezer drawer open and began sifting through the bags of frozen veggies and packaged proteins. Tucked away in the very back, as though they were deliberately hidden, you found a box of frozen fruit bars and yanked them out, inspecting the box. You didn’t remember buying them or even seeing them, so Jake was clearly keeping them to himself. Making a mental note to scold him about it later, you flipped the box open and looked over the remaining flavors before settling on a mango one, but just as you went to put the box back into the freezer, you stopped to pull out a strawberry one as well. Straightening back up, you took your fruit bars and padded into the living room to settle into the sofa and wait for your boy to return.

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Jake had been gone for over an hour now and as you sat on the couch, watching an old rerun of Law & Order SVU, your phone began to ring from the coffee table, vibrating beside your discarded popsicle sticks. You looked down to see your brother’s picture across the screen and quickly answered it, placing it to your ear. “Hey.”

His deep voice came through, “Hey, how was it getting home today? Are you settled in?” You smiled at his concern. He’d made the drive down as soon as he received Josh’s voicemail and got a hotel room. He was at the hospital everyday for 4 days straight, making sure you were comfortable and taken care of. Everybody was so attentive and caring while you were there and you would never be able to thank them enough. 

“It was good! I’m just so happy to finally be back home. It’s nice to have my own space without a nurse or a tech coming in every half hour.” Not that you didn’t appreciate everything the hospital staff did for you, but you were thankful to have your privacy back. “So… what’s up?” The question came with a bit of hesitation. After you had told him about the call you’d gotten from someone alleging to be the garage owner, he promised to get it figured out but you were admittedly a bit scared to know the truth.

When your brother set you up with the new truck before your move, he sorted out all the fine details so you wouldn’t have to worry about it, knowing the state of mind you were in. He found farms and vendors in the area to order ingredients from, compiling a list for you to decide which ones you’d prefer to work with. He’d made sure you’d have a safe place to park the truck at the end of your work days, and that was where the garage came in. Matt was a friend of his that he met in college who happened to call your new city home. He bought the apartment building that the garage space was tucked underneath as an investment property and when your brother mentioned that you were going to be moving to the area, Matt was quick to offer up the garage for a generously low price. You’d only ever met the man once when he gave you the keys. Your brother was the one who handled the rent payments and there was never any other reason for you to be in contact with Matt about anything, so you never needed his number. “Uhh, So don’t freak out or anything…” The tone of his voice made your stomach flip but you stayed silent, waiting on him to deliver what could only be bad news. “I called Matt when I got home yesterday afternoon and he didn’t know anything about the alleged fire.” He let out a breath, clearly unsure of how to tell you what he’d called for, “Y/N, listen…He told me that a couple of weeks ago, he had a girl put a rental application in for one of the apartments and when she showed up for a tour, she kept asking him about the garage.”

You had a pretty good feeling about who the girl may have been, “Did he umm- did he say what she was asking? Anything specific?” A wave of nausea rippled through your stomach at his response.

“Yeah, actually…It was weird shit, like creepy. Said he got a weird vibe from her.” The sound of the front door opening took your attention away from the phone call. Jake came down the front hall, grocery bags lining his arms and a styrofoam cup in his hand, greeting you with your favorite smile. “She was asking who he leased the space to, how long they’ve been using it…” 

Your focus went back to the call, “He didn’t tell- What did he say?” You were chewing on your fingernails as Jake passed you, walking into the kitchen.

You could hear your brother release a sigh, “All he said was that he rented the space out to a friend of his. Your name wasn’t mentioned at all, but it’s still a sketchy situation, Y/N. You need to be careful.” He paused for a moment and your anxiety grew with each passing second of silence, “This girl is obviously willing to go to pretty extreme lengths… I think you should come back home for a while, until she’s dealt with, at least. I don’t like the idea of you being alone.”

“I’m not leaving my home, I’m not scared of Sage and I’m not alone.” You were defensive and he tried to protest but you cut him off, not wanting to argue with him, “Jake just got home, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.” You didn’t wait for him to say it back before hanging up and heading for the kitchen.

Jake had the groceries put away already and you found him standing at the island, seasoning the raw burger patties. His face fell when he saw your expression, “Oh don’t tell me you’re not craving burgers anymore…” It was his attempt at a joke to lighten your mood and when he saw a smile tug at the corner of your lip, he turned around to wash his hands before coming around the island to you, “What’s got’ya down, love?” You shook your head at his british accent, mumbling that you’d tell him later as you looked around the kitchen. “Y’looking for something?”

“I saw you carry a cup in, Jake.” You gave him a pointed stare, “Where is it? I”m sad and I just need a frosty milkshake to make everything better.” You pouted your lip, “Pretty please, baby.”

His hand flattened on the small of your back and he pulled you closer to him, tilting your chin up to leave a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “It’s in the freezer, my love.” 

You broke away from him, rushing to the fridge, while he went back to pick up the burgers, “Is it mint chocolate?” You pulled the cup from the freezer, turning to face him as he was going out the back door.

“It’s not, but I think you’ll like that one better.” He slipped through the doorway and out onto the patio to grill the patties as you brought the straw to your mouth, taking a sip. You practically moaned as it hit your tastebuds, birthday cake. “Thank you, baby!” You yelled towards the open door before retreating back into the living room to finish your episode before your dinner was done.

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You finished the last bite of your burger and put your plate down on the coffee table, only a few fries remaining on the dish as you picked up your milkshake, taking a few sips through the straw. You looked at Jake, sitting to your left with his attention on the movie he’d chosen for the two of you to watch. Your focus was on his mouth as he plucked a fry from his plate and chomped down on it. His jaw flexed as he chewed and your gaze dropped to his adam’s apple, bobbing as he swallowed the food and the sudden need to have him was back. Sitting up, you placed your cup on the table and when you leaned back, you made sure you pressed right up against Jake’s side. Entirely oblivious to what you were planning, he turned to you with a warm smile, slinging his arm around your shoulders to hold you close before turning back to the movie. You waited for him to finish eating and put his plate on the table to make your next move. He sat back again, pulling you back into his side and you brought your hand up to his chest, just an innocent touch as you laid your head on his shoulder. You let a few moments pass before sliding your hand down to his tummy, leaving it to rest there while you angled your head just enough for your breath to fan over the skin of his neck. He glanced down at your hand, running his tongue over his teeth, but he didn’t say anything, just returned his gaze to the television. You released a soft sigh, blowing the cool air directly against his skin, “Baby, can I stretch my legs out? My hip kind of hurts.”

“Of course, my love.” He answered without hesitation, pulling your legs over his lap. “Watch your arm.” You lifted your casted arm in the air to avoid Jake hitting it as he maneuvered your legs into a comfortable position over him. His hands laid over your thighs as he turned his attention back to the movie. You made restless moves, shifting your legs and twisting your torso, pretending like you just couldn’t get comfortable, anything to make him look at you. You caught him clenching his jaw as he picked the remote up and paused the movie before turning to you, “What is wrong with you?” There was an edge to his tone and you could tell he was growing agitated, so you worked to remedy the situation while still finding a way to get what you wanted.

You drew your brows together with a slight pout, “I’m sorry, lover. I’m just having trouble getting comfortable.” Looking away from him, you removed your legs from his lap with an exaggerated sigh, “I’ll just go lay in bed, I don’t want to bother you, baby.” You stood from the couch, waiting for him to stop you.

“Hey, wait…” Jake curled his fingers around your thigh with a gentle squeeze, “We can lay here, you’re not bothering me.” You turned around to face him, watching as he fluffed out one of the square throw pillows and rested it against the arm of the couch. “Come here, baby.” He laid across the cushions, opening his arms for you to crawl into. You couldn’t conceal your smile as you laid down, rolling onto your right side to press your back into his chest. He waited for you to be still before lifting the remote towards the TV and hitting the play button. Jake left the remote to sit on his hip and draped his arm over you, resting his palm on your abdomen. Placing your hand over the back of his, careful not to let the cast scratch him, you laced your fingers through his own brought his hand to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. You waited for any kind of reaction to determine your next move. A smirk graced your face as his lips found the spot behind your ear, leaving a soft, wet kiss. The gesture had you tossing your plans out the window and grinding your ass against him, making it blatantly obvious that you were desperate for him. Pulling his hand from yours, he grasped your hip, “Y/N…” He whispered your name in warning.

You scooted over enough to roll to your back and look at him, “Jake, please…” You whined at him, giving him the lost puppy stare, “It’s been so long since you’ve really touched me.”

He leaned forward, connecting his lips with yours as his hand traveled over your belly where your t-shirt had lifted. Just as you convinced yourself that he was finally giving in, he pulled away, “You’ve been in the hospital, love. What was I supposed to do? Sneak you and the I.V. stand into a janitor’s closet?” His chest shook as he laughed, “It hasn’t even been two full weeks.” He left it at that, eyes returning to the screen while his hand remained on your stomach, his fingers lightly pressing into your flesh.

You could feel his growing bulge pressing into your hip, telling you that he wanted you too, but he was ignoring it and you didn’t know why. Flipping onto your left side to face him completely, you tapped your fingers on his chest, “Why are you acting like you don’t want this?” Your hand traveled down his torso as you locked eyes with him, “Baby, are you afraid to touch me?” Just as your hand ghosted over his erection, he caught it, pulling it back up to his chest. You’re sure the look of defeat on your face was clear as you took your hand back, pushing yourself to stand from the couch, “I uhh… I’m gonna go lay down in the bedroom.” You shuffled around the sofa, avoiding his stare as you headed for your room.

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Jake POV

“Love, don’t-” You sat up, calling after her, but she quickly disappeared down the hallway. Slouching against the back cushions, you dragged a hand down your face with a heavy exhale. The last thing you wanted was to hurt her feelings but you failed miserably and the look on her face as she got up and left the room was proof of that. Of course you wanted her; to feel her hands on you, to taste her, wanted her body draped over yours, fitting around you in the way only she could. Your perfect fitting puzzle piece. She had it wrong, though. You weren’t afraid to touch her, you were afraid to hurt her. Scared that once things got started, they would escalate quickly and, knowing how feral the two of you could easily get, you would get a little too rough. It had been too long since you had her; 11 days since she graced you with the heavenly warmth of her mouth, 12 days since the last time you buried yourself inside of her and got to listen to the angelic noises she made as you spoiled all the secret spots that only you knew. After years of having her to yourself, the freedom of being able to explore all the hills and valleys of her body, you knew her better than anyone else, better even than she knew herself. You could pull desperate whimpers from her with a simple curl of your fingers, leave her sweaty and panting with a swipe of your tongue. But the sweetest sound to leave her lips was always your name, spoken through a gasp while her fingers dug into your skin, every time she came apart.

You forced the thoughts from your head as you palmed your painfully hard cock, willing it to soften. Deciding that you would wait long enough for her to fall asleep before going to bed, you relaxed into the cushions to finish the last hour of the movie. After 30 minutes, your erection was gone and your eyelids were drooping. You stood up, hitting the power button on the remote to shut the TV off, and headed for the bathroom to brush your teeth. Halfway down the hall, you were passing the bedroom, expecting to hear her soft, breathy snores, but you were instead greeted by a quiet, drawn out whine. A sound you recognized too well. She left a small crack in the door and you were careful not to make a peep as you peered through it, getting a perfect view of the bed. There she was, body stretched down the length of your side, bathed in the warm, yellow glow of the lamp and wearing your favorite black shirt over her torso with nothing else. The buttons were left undone, leaving the shirt to fall open and expose her full, round breasts. All the blood in your body was rushing back to your dick in an instant as your eyes raked down her frame to find her hand, tucked between her legs that lay spread wide. You watched as her fingers slid through her folds, petting at her clit before she dipped two of them into her pussy. She was so wet, you could hear her touching herself, pushing her fingers in only to pull them back out and reveal her glistening arousal coating them. You felt like you were intruding, like you shouldn’t be watching her in such a personal, intimate moment and you almost tore away from the door until she brought her hand up, licking and sucking her fingers into her mouth with a lewd moan. Your feet were glued to the floor as you remained entranced in the show she was putting on, unaware of the one man audience. Her hand traveled back down, stopping to squeeze her breast and tweak her nipple before slipping back into her dripping cunt. You rubbed your palm over yourself, searching for any kind of relief you could get. She was working her fingers deeper, her chest rising rapidly as her thumb flicked over her swollen clit. A shuddering breath escaped her and her body tensed up for a few seconds, signaling that she was right at the tipping point of her orgasm and you were ready to watch her fall into that blissful moment. But then your name was cascading from her lips, a steady mantra as she twisted her head, burying her face in your pillow with a deep inhale, and you suddenly couldn’t fathom the thought of her cumming if it wasn’t at your hands. “Stop!” You barked the order a little more aggressively than you intended. Your t-shirt was already gone as you pushed the door open and popped the button on your jeans.

She ripped her fingers from herself with a slight jump, her eyes wide. “Jake, I-.” She sat up on her elbows as you silenced her and kicked your pants from your ankles.

“Shhh. Open.” You watched her swallow hard and wet her lips before complying. She stared up at you with large doe eyes, letting her mouth fall open. You slid your middle and ring fingers over her tongue and she took the hint, closing her lips around them as she licked at them. “That’s good, love.” Pulling your fingers from her mouth, you gently pushed on her chest until she laid flat on the bed. You grazed your hand down, tickling over her skin while she writhed from your touch. She was incredibly sensitive, still at the edge of a climax and you were here to throw her in head first, “Look at the mess you made…” Your fingers passed over her clit, causing her to jolt with a sharp breath, but you went lower, teasing her dripping entrance. She was following your hand, watching every movement you made as her hips bucked, begging for you. “You’ve got yourself so worked up, sweet girl.” You pushed the two digits into her, “But I’ll take care of you now…”

She was instantly clenching around you, her head thrown back into the pillow as her eyes started rolling, “Hmmm. Baby, p-please.” Her legs were already shaking, but you pushed your fingers deeper, curling them upwards to put pressure on her g-spot, if only to hear what sound she would make. You smiled to yourself as her back arched off of the bed and a low, guttural groan ripped through her throat. That was a new sound, but not quite what you were looking for. Removing your fingers, you crawled onto the mattress, laying on your chest to settle between her thighs and hooking your hands around them to pull her closer. “Ohh fuck, pleeeease.” She was whining loud, raising her hips to meet your mouth as you blew cool air over her heat.

You couldn’t resist tasting her anymore, finally dragging your tongue through her folds, starting at the pooling wetness and traveling up to her clit. You repeated the gesture before closing your lips around the bud, earning a piercing cry as her fingers knotted into your hair, scratching your scalp with every pull. The melodic sounds she was making, coupled with the mere sight of her, were enough to make you cum in your boxers. She was completely at your mercy as you devoured her, lapping at her sweet pussy, “Can’t believe I’ve been depriving myself of this… Tastes fucking divine, baby…” You bit down on her inner thigh before putting your focus back on her clit, rapidly flicking your tongue over it.

She was holding your head in place, rolling her hips to ride your tongue. You brought a hand down to push a finger back into her, “No- fuck… Baby, it- I can’t-.” Words were mindlessly pouring from her mouth, but none of them mattered, you were still waiting on a specific one. Pulling your finger out, you added two more and slid them back in, angling them just enough to brush over that sweet spot with every stroke. She was falling apart in seconds, her legs clamping shut around your head as she finally erupted into a fit of tears from the snapping tension. Her grip on your hair was borderline painful as her voice echoed through the room, “Oh God, Jake. Fuckfuckfuck, Jaaaake.” A grin spread over your face at the one thing you’d been silently begging to hear. She let your name drag out into a breathless whimper, her brows knitted as her eyes fluttered. Her thighs were still clenching your face as you held her body down, slowing your licks as she violently trembled beneath you.

When her body eventually relaxed, her legs fell open, releasing you from their grip and you crawled up to lay beside her as you both caught your breath, “Think you got one more in you?” You half-joked, turning your head to look at her. She gave you a questioning look with the raise of her eyebrow. You nodded to the tent in your boxers and watched her eyes flick down, a smirk curling the corner of her lips. There was something mischievous about the way she was eyeing you, “What?”

She let out a giggle, rolling into your side and letting her hand coast down the length of your torso, “Nothing… I just-. No, nevermind. It’s nothing.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to conceal the giant grin that threatened to give away the secret she was keeping. She sat up, hooking her fingers into your waistband and changing the subject, “You want my mouth, baby?” You sat up as well, grabbing her hands before she could pull your boxers down. The smile fell from her face, “What the fuck, Jake?” She ripped her hands from yours, resting them in her lap.

You shook your head, “You had that devious little grin on your face, I wanna know why.” Her eyes were searching your face and you knew she was waiting for you to just drop it and give in to her, but you couldn’t. “Tell me what you’re hiding, love.” She remained silent, fidgeting with her fingers. “Okay.” You released a sigh and swung your legs off of the bed, “I’ll take care of myself in the shower.” Standing up, you walked towards the door slowly, knowing there wasn’t any way she was going to let you leave the room.

“Ugggh. Fine…” She was scowling as you turned back to her, fighting to keep your face straight while you awaited her explanation. She dramatically rolled her eyes, slapping her hands down on the mattress with a huff, “I knew you would come back to the bedroom after me…” Her eyes roamed over the bed, avoiding your own, “I put the shirt on and I laid here, waiting for you, edging myself… When I heard the TV shut off, I knew it was game time.” She pulled your shirt around herself, covering her body like she was embarrassed by her admission. 

“Game time?”

Her gaze finally met yours as she bit her cheek, “You’ve refused to touch me, wouldn’t let me touch you… I didn’t want to force it, I know you’re scared that you’ll hurt me, Jake.” She knew? You listened intently, inching closer as she continued, “I knew that if I put on a good enough show, that it might just draw you in. And I’ll admit, I got a little lost in myself at the end there, forgot that you were watching altogether.” She chuckled softly and you climbed back onto the bed, sitting in front of her. “If you hadn’t come through the door when you did… God, Jake…”

You grabbed her hand, pulling her in to straddle your lap, and brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her face, “What would've happened if I didn’t come in here, baby?” She was seated directly atop of your covered dick and you could feel her soaking through the fabric. “Would you have made a mess all over my side of the bed?” She nodded, a smile forming on her face as she rolled her hips over you. You reached down between your bodies, lifting her from your lap to pull your boxers down a bit. Her eyes went to your cock as it landed against your stomach, “I was gonna let you do it. Just watching you fuck yourself in my shirt, laying on my pillow…” A rasped breath caught in your throat as she slid her pussy against you, coating your length in her slick. “Fuck, Y/N… I would’ve watched forever if you didn’t start chanting my name.” You squeezed your eyes shut as she continued to slide over you, holding onto your shoulders for leverage.

“You like when I say your name, baby?” You gave a slow nod, grasping her hips, “You’re the only thing left in my mind when I come, you know that?” Your eyes were still closed, but you could feel her shifting in your lap, “When everything gets cloudy and I can’t form any thoughts, there’s always one single thing left on the tip of my tongue…” She paused and you felt her chest pressing into your face, “Jake…” She gasped it into your ear while sinking onto your cock at the same time and you shivered from the sensation. Your eyes snapped open as she started moving, rising and dropping slowly with a slight twirl to her hips.

Your fingers were digging into her flesh as you fought the urge to toss her down and ravage her, “Say it again, baby.” She leaned close, her lips right against your ear again as she whispered it, Jake, followed by a dulcet hum. You moved one hand from her hip, snaking it around to cop a handful of her ass, “Again, Y/N. Don’t stop.” You saw her smirk before pressing a kiss to your cheek, murmuring your name. Then the other cheek, your forehead, chin, nose. Every wet peck was accompanied by your name, spoken through soft, breathy moans. Just as her mouth floated over your own and she parted her lips to speak, you bucked up into her, rendering her silent as her jaw hung agape, eyelids flitting. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she threw her head back, arching her tits into your face.

“Ahh. Fuck, baby.” Her head flew up at the feeling of your teeth sinking into the plush skin around her nipple. She dropped her forehead to yours, gazing deep into your eyes, “It’s been weeks, Jakey…Fuck me like you really missed me.” You did miss her. Fuck, you missed her so bad and you were going to show her.

Hooking your arm around her back to lock her in, you shifted onto your knees and carefully laid her down on the mattress while remaining sheathed inside of her. You grabbed a pillow, lifting her hips from the bed to tuck it underneath them, “Promise you’ll tell me if anything hurts?” You waited for her to give you a confirming nod before drawing yourself from her cunt until only your tip was left. Taking her right ankle in your hand, you lifted it to your shoulder to rest and held her thigh in a tight grasp as you slammed back into her. Her eyes went wide as you did it again, pulling out just to plunge back in with a hard snap of your hips, a deafening cry ringing out of her throat. “You gonna give me another one, love?” She was fighting to answer you, her mouth opening and closing as the words failed her.

Her face began to contort as though she was in pain and you were about to stop when she grabbed at your hand that was holding her leg. “I’m s- Need you… c-come” She was stuttering through her ragged breaths, but you knew what she wanted.

You let her leg fall to the side and yanked the pillow from beneath her, “I will, my love. I’m right there, I promise.” You laced your fingers through her right hand, pushing it above her head as you crawled over her and began rolling your hips, to give her slow, deep strokes. You could’ve spent an eternity just like this as long as it would always be her below you. Her eyes were screwed shut, face twisting into different expressions, as she rolled her hips in tune with yours. The sounds leaving her mouth were sublime, floating through your ears and filling the bedroom, it was dragging you to the edge and you fought to hold it together, to wait for her. Suddenly her eyes flew open, locking directly on yours as she clenched around your cock, gripping you so impossibly tight, soaking you while your name dripped from her tongue one last time. The climax ripped through you, all your muscles seizing up as the first string of release shot out. Your body trembled as you emptied inside of her and you couldn’t hold your weight up anymore. When she finally relaxed from her own orgasm, her pussy releasing its hold on you, you pulled out and collapsed to the bed pulling your boxers up. She was snuggling against you in an instant, looking up at you with droopy eyes and a lazy, satisfied smile. You’re sure that your face probably mimicked hers as you placed a kiss on her forehead.

She gave a delighted hum, draping her arm over you and curling into your body, “That was perfect, baby.” You could feel her body go limp as her breathing went even and quiet.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep.” You tapped your fingers on her back only to be answered by a groan. “Baby, get up. Let me get you cleaned up and then we can go to sleep.” She remained motionless, forcing out light snores in the hopes that you would think she’s already sleeping. Chuckling at her theatrics, you pushed yourself to sit up, taking her with you, “C’mon, love… to the bathroom.”

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Her POV

You sounded like a toddler, whining while Jake dragged you out of the bed. “Baby, I’m so tired.” He just shook his head with a laugh, pulling you down the hallway and into the bathroom while you attempted to fasten a few buttons on the shirt. You could feel him beginning to leak out of you and you broke away from him to go pee. Jake turned around, giving you some privacy as he pulled his toothbrush and yours from the holder and applied a dot of toothpaste to each. Finishing up your business, you made your way over to him and he held the toothbrush out to you, his own hanging from his mouth that was lined with foam. Once you took yours from him, he hooked his hands below your arms to lift you, sitting you on the sink top. You began brushing, watching him scrub his perfect teeth before spitting into the sink and rinsing his mouth.

He opened a drawer, retrieving a clean washcloth and ran it under the stream of warm water before wringing out the excess. Your eyes followed his hands, pushing your knees apart so he could wipe you down, “Is it warm enough?” You gave a soft nod as he slid the cloth along your thigh, cleaning up the sticky mess. After he got done with the opposite leg, his hand moved further and your body jolted as he coasted the fabric over your center. “I’m sorry, love. I know you’re sensitive, I’m trying to be easy.” You focused on brushing your teeth, ignoring the tingling nerves with every swipe of the cloth. “Okay, bedtime, beautiful.” He dropped the rag on the sink to help you off of the countertop, waiting for you to rinse your mouth before leading you back to bed.

Jake stepped into the room and went straight to his dresser for a clean pair of boxers and you turned the opposite direction to grab yourself underwear from your own dresser. You padded towards the bed, pulling the duvet back and climbing underneath. He turned around to find you tucked into the middle of the bed, your hair splayed out over his pillow and your eyes already closing, “Come hold me, baby.” You held your hand out with a grabby motion, beckoning him, and watched as his eyes crinkled with a wide grin, shuffling towards you. He clicked the lamp off, cloaking the room in darkness, before crawling in behind you and hauling you against his chest, muttering a ‘goodnight’ as he buried his nose in your hair. “Goodnight, Jakey.”

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The music was playing quietly, a lilting melody, as you drove through the city. Your phone was propped in the holder that suctioned to the dashboard, Jake’s name displayed at the top as he spoke from the other end. You tried to focus on what he was saying, but there was loud noise invading your ears, drowning out the sound of his voice. A cry echoed through the car, and you took a hand from the wheel to reach behind the passenger seat, pulling a bottle from the diaper bag. Popping the cap off, you leaned over enough to reach back into the car seat, using the fresh milk that you had pumped that morning to pacify the cries. “Is he fussy today?” Jake’s voice was clear now that the space was calm again. ‘I think he’s just mad because I turned the music down so I could hear his daddy.’ He chuckled softly and released a sad sigh, “I wish I was home with you guys, where are you?” You felt a pang, wishing the same thing, but you knew he loved being out there and playing music with his brothers for millions of fans. ‘I know, baby. We miss you so much. But we’re headed to the park. The leaves are starting to change and I thought it would be nice to just walk before the weather got too cold.’ The cry was back, interrupting Jake’s reply. The piercing wail started to distort, morphing into a howling siren. You whipped your head around, searching for the source as a sharp pain radiated through the left side of your face. You brought your hand up to your cheek, a hiss pushing through your teeth at the sting you felt. When you pulled your hand back to look at it, your fingertips were smeared with blood. Jake was calling your name, over and over, screaming it, but you couldn’t answer him. Then the crying stopped. All of the noise stopped, leaving nothing but pure silence to remain. You twisted to look behind you, seeing his little feet kicking about against the backseat. A smile formed on your lips as relief washed over you. “Are you guys okay, love?” Your eyes went back to your fingers, no longer covered in blood. ‘Yeah, baby. We’re-’ A screeching sound cut you off as you whipped your head around to look out your window. The headlights were blinding, barrelling towards you at full speed and there was nothing you could do. ‘Jake…’

You flew up into a sitting position, your hand grasping at your chest as you fought to get a single breath. Your heart was beating against your ribcage with so much force that you thought it might burst right through the bones. As the disorientation began to melt away, you brought your hand up to the healing cut on your cheek and felt the hot tears that were streaming down your face. It was a dream. You pressed your palm over your belly, looking down at Jake as you tried to fight the sobs wracking your chest. He was laying on his stomach, completely undisturbed and sound asleep. Afraid to lay back down out of fear that the dream would start over, you carefully climbed out of the bed, leaving Jake to sleep as you slipped out of the room after grabbing your phone from the charger. You tiptoed into the bathroom, closing the door behind you, and went to the sink to splash cold water over your face. It all felt so real. You had a son, half you/half Jake, and you didn’t even get to see his face. The only glimpse you were haunted with was his tiny toes and his chubby little feet, kicking freely in the car seat. Thankfully you woke up when you did; No way would you have been able to stomach the scene that would have played out. You shook the thoughts from your mind, checking the time on your phone. 4:51am. After drying your face with a hand towel, you exited the bathroom and went straight into the kitchen for a bottle of water before settling into the couch. You clicked the TV on and wrapped the throw blanket around yourself, hoping that the bright light from the screen would keep you awake for a little while. You wanted to wake Jake up, wanted his comfort, for him to hold you close and tell you that everything was fine and that you were safe… But you didn’t have the energy or the emotional capacity to explain why you were a mess, so you just sat on the couch, staring at the television without actually watching it. Eventually your eyelids started to flutter, you fought to keep them open, checking the time again and again. You lost the battle sometime after 6am, stretching across the cushions and dozing off.

Something woke you up, but it wasn’t another dream. At first you thought it was bright sunlight that poured through the window and directly over your face, then you heard a few knocks landing on the front door. You groaned as you stretched your limbs out, wincing at the mild pain in your body. Maybe you should’ve taken it a little easier with Jake last night because you were going to be aching today as a result and falling asleep on the couch didn’t help. You sat up, checking the time as the knocking came again. It was almost 9am, who could be at your door this early? You padded towards the door, holding your hand over your mouth to cover your yawn as you unlocked it and pulled it open. The porch was empty, prompting you to step outside and look around, and you saw a man in a suit, walking down the path towards the street. “Detective Walsh?” Holding your hand above your eyes to shield the sun, you stood at the top of the steps as he turned around.

He started coming back your way with a friendly smile, “Good morning, Ms Y/L/N.” He jogged up the few steps, holding his hand out to you, “I’m sorry to bother you so early, but-.” He paused, clearing his throat as eyes flicked down to your bare legs before looking anywhere else.

You looked down, realizing why his demeanor had changed. You were still wearing Jake’s shirt that you’d gone to bed in; it fell just below your ass, but only four buttons were fastened to cover half of your torso, leaving everything from your belly button down exposed. You quickly worked to hook the remaining buttons at the bottom to hide your bright panties. “Do you, umm. D’you wanna come in and I’ll just need a minute to get dressed?” You could feel the red hot blush spreading over your face as he gave an awkward nod and followed you through the door, keeping his eyes trained to the floor. “You can wait in the kitchen, I’ll be right back.” You pointed to the kitchen doorway before trekking down the hallway. Pushing through the bedroom door, your gaze locked onto your boyfriend, sprawled over the mattress and snoring peacefully. “Jake…” You poked at his chest and shook him a little, “Baby, wake up.” He peeked an eye open as you whisper-yelled at him, “Detective Walsh is here and he just saw me in my fucking thong! Get up, Jacob!”

Now he was becoming alert, “He saw…Wait, why is he here?” His voice was groggy, but he pulled himself up and out of bed as you threw a pair of pants at him.

“I don’t know. Get dressed and we’ll find out. He’s waiting in the kitchen.” You pulled on a pair of lounge shorts and replaced the button up with an oversized sweatshirt before leaving Jake to get himself dressed. “I’m so sorry about that, I’m truly embarrassed.” You gave the detective a sheepish smile as you entered the kitchen, “I had a rough night and I just was not all there when I got up to answer the door.”

He was seated on a stool at the island, scanning over his notepad, “No need for sorrys, ma’am. I’m the one that showed up unannounced.” His smile was back as his eyes flashed behind you, “Good morning, Mr. Kiszka.” He stood up to greet your boyfriend with a handshake. Jake accepted his hand, offering a ‘good morning’ in return, “I was just saying that I’m sorry for beatin’ on your door this early… But there’s something you both need to know and I wanted it to come from me.”

You were starting the coffee pot as both men came back to the island to perch on the stools. “Is it bad news?” There wasn’t much you could do to conceal your anxiety as you grabbed a few mugs from the cabinet. Your trembling hands were forcing the ceramic pieces to clink against one another while you placed them on the counter.

Jake stayed quiet, waiting for Walsh to answer, “Well… Yes and no, I suppose.” He paused for a moment, looking down at the page his notepad was opened to, “I’m sure you recall my partner, Dawson.” He didn’t need the confirmation after seeing Jake clench his jaw, “Again, I’m sorry for how things went down in the hospital, but after his outburst and the behavior he was displaying towards your case, my Captain started digging into it.”

“Did you figure out what his issue was?” You poured the coffee into the three mugs as Jake asked the question and passed one off to him before offering one to the other man. They both accepted them graciously, drinking them black, while you went to the fridge for your creamer.

Detective Walsh was nodding as you turned back. “We did.”  He placed his cup down, pulling his top lip in to rid of the coffee left on his mustache, “Turns out that he was in a sort of affair with this Sage.” This was something you couldn’t have imagined. “Captain was threatening to take his shield and he let the truth come out… He met her at a bar and they were hooking up casually for a month or two. Said she had him believing that she didn’t do anything wrong, pleaded for him to get her out of the mess.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe the things he was saying.

You leaned back against the counter, mulling over everything he said, “So what happens now? Was that the good news or the bad news?” You were fidgeting with your sleeve and he gave you an apologetic look.

“You won’t have to talk to Dawson again, he’s been suspended indefinitely… But now we have this girl saying that he was forcing her to do all of this and those accusations have opened up a whole other can of worms, so to speak.” He sipped his coffee, leaving the floor open for you or Jake to ask questions, but you were both at a loss for words. “I want to assure you kids that I’m not letting this rest. I will do what I can to make sure this woman gets what is just.”

You were chewing on your lip, caught up in your thoughts while the two of them carried on. How did she manage to get herself out of everything and avoid consequences? It wasn’t fair and you were ready to take everything into your own hands. “...Yeah, thank you for letting us know.” You looked up at the sound of Jake’s voice to see them standing up now, hands clasped, “We trust that you’ll put this all to rest.” They were walking out of the kitchen and you followed behind them. Jake’s eyes flicked to the couch for a moment as he walked Walsh to the door.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” He stopped to give you a farewell shake and you slid your hand into his, “I’m glad to see you up and doing better, really. I’m going to work hard to make sure this turns out in your favor.” He squeezed your hand in a gesture of reassurance before slinking out the door and off of the porch.

You turned and began walking back to the kitchen as Jake closed the front door but his voice stopped you, “Did you sleep on the couch?” 

It was too early and you didn’t get nearly enough sleep to talk to him about this. “What do you mean?” You figured playing dumb would be good enough to get out of it, but he knew too well.

“When did you come out here, Y/N?” He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for a response.

You moved around, gathering the ingredients for breakfast to avoid eye contact, “I just woke up in the middle of the night, couldn’t go back to sleep.” You disappeared into the pantry only to reemerge seconds later, “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just came out and watched some TV.”

His brow furrowed and you knew he was about to call your bluff. “You had a bad dream.” He tried to catch your eyes but you wouldn’t look at him.

“What? No. I just couldn’t sleep, I said that.” You could feel him staring at you as you bent to pull the large mixing bowl from a cabinet below the counter. “Can you just let it go? It was nothing, Jake.”

He was beside you now, “You only turn the TV on after a nightmare when you don’t want to go back to sleep.” His hands were on your waist, gently turning you to face him, “And judging by the way you’re trying to avoid the topic altogether, I’m assuming it was pretty bad. Tell me, love.”

It was still so vivid in your head but so confusing, you didn’t completely understand it but you didn’t want to talk about it. The crying, the bottle, the blood; It all seemed too real. “Jake, I can’t.” Your voice shook as a single tear spilled from your lashes, “It was so real…” He pulled you into his chest, telling you that you didn’t have to talk about it, but the soft thumping of his heart in your ear provided you with the safe feeling you desperately needed after the dream. “I was driving and you were on the phone, but the baby…he was crying…” The tears fell in a steady flow as you explained it all to him, reliving it for a second time. “His feet were so tiny, Jake. I- There was nothing I could do to protect him.” You were full on sobbing now and all Jake could do was stroke your hair and tell you that it was alright. Reassuring you that it was just a dream.

“Baby, it’s just residual trauma from the wreck. It was your first night back home and there were no interruptions while you slept.” He kissed the top of your head, “There was no room for dreams when you were in the hospital because they had you awake every hour during the night. It just all caught up to you last night and that’s normal.” You were sniffling into his shirt, holding onto him as though he was the only thing keeping gravity from thrusting you into space. “If it happens again, wake me up. I don’t want you to deal with these kinds of things by yourself.” You nodded your head and closed your eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat bring peace and clarity to your clouded mind.

When tears finally stopped, you broke away from him without a word and went back to preparing breakfast. You could feel him watching you as you moved about the kitchen, tossing things into the mixing bowl. You dumped the blueberries into the batter and looked up to see a wide grin over his face that he tried to hide, “What are you smiling about?” He bit his lips together like he had a secret he was dying to share. “Jake, what?” You whipped a whisk through pancake batter, staring at him expectantly.

He rubbed his hand over his chin, something he always did when he talked about things that brought him joy, and his smile grew ten times bigger, “So, a boy, huh?”

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Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

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You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?” 

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot. 

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release. 

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

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