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The Elevator

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

Cw: SMUT including: kissing, fingering, handjob, oral (m) receiving. Other content including: cursing, drinking, fear, panic attack, anxiety, claustrophobia, brief mention of alcoholism.

Summary: “You’re funny Y/n. I can’t believe it's taken getting trapped in an elevator for us to finally talk to each other.”

Word Count: 3.5k

You check your watch as you run hurriedly into the elevator, almost tripping as you make your way inside. The doors start to close and you take a breath. Your eyes find the little numbers starting to go up and the elevator stops when you reach the third floor.

You pull out your phone to avoid the usual awkward elevator encounter and you see the shoes of a man as he enters and takes his place beside you. What catches your attention however are the familiar brown chelsea boots. You feel a familiar lump appear in your throat everytime you run into your apartment crush. It's the stupidest thing really, this thing you have for a man who you’ve only ever seen in passing. To be fair, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen, and he has this way about him where he'll look at you like he's in love even if he doesn’t know you. It's captivating to say the least.

You finally force yourself to look up, praying that no garbage spews out of your mouth as you do so. You take him in inch by inch. His blue jeans, one hand tossed loosely into the pocket and a sailors knot bracelet tied around his wrist. He wears a black button down which ties together dangerously low by only a single button and you swallow as you notice his perfectly tanned chest with a single coin necklace hanging down it. His chestnut hair falls in loose curls around his shoulders and his lips are pursed as he glances at his own phone, but when you finally get to his perfect chocolate eyes, he turns to meet yours. You quickly turn away with your heart thumping embarrassingly in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of that stupid smirk of his as he shakes his head, returning his attention to his phone.

Focusing your attention away, you return to the number. Three then four. Only two more floors until you make it home to your cat who desperately needs to be fed. You check your phone again, an anxious habit, and see that the time is 10:23pm. Not the latest you’ve been home this week, not the worst.

The elevator jolts a little and you look up to see Jake’s similar puzzled expression. You weren’t on the next floor already, right? Your heart drops into your stomach and you feel the panic start to set in as you realize that you are not indeed at the next floor, but rather stopped in between them.

It feels childish to say, but this is quite literally your worst fear and one of the main reasons you debated moving into this apartment at all - the lack of stairs. Suddenly the 4 metal walls feel like they're closing in on you and the reality that you're trapped inside them starts to send you into full blown panic.

You should be acting like such a baby, you think. Elevators stop between floors all the time, in a couple seconds it should be moving again and then you’ll get home at a reasonable time to feed your cat. Or you’ll be stuck here for hours, or worse, the metal chords holding you inside of this death box could snap and you’ll plummet to your death next to the man you were too embarrassed to even talk to.

As you try to steady your breathing, you start frantically searching your bag for a water bottle. You must be practically heaving when you can’t find it because you feel Jake’s presence shifting to face you.

“Hey Y/N, are you alright?”

His words seem to glaze over your head. Part of you has heard them, but you can’t seem to generate words as your whole body feels like it’s shutting down. You force yourself to nod and you realize your hands are shaking and are covered in sweat as you lift them from your bag. You can tell he knows you’re bluffing and he takes a step closer.

“I’ll just press the help button. This has happened to me before, it's really no big deal.”

He smiles at you and your eyes meet him for the briefest second sending a warm chill up your spine. His hand reaches for the button to press for help and your eyes travel to his arm, the strong muscles under the rolled up sleeves.

You manage to nod your head and close your eyes trying to steady your breathing. You feel your chest rise and fall heavily and you step backward to lean your body on the wall. You stay there, trying to silence your breathing, but doing so only makes the problem worse and you can even hear yourself practically heaving for air.

It feels like the world might end and your chest starts to hurt as Jake turns to you again, this time looking much more concerned.

“Really are you okay? It looks like you’re having a panic attack.”

You nod your head aggressively, unable to say much more.

“Okay how can I help?”

You try to speak, your words coming out broken and rushed, “I-I don’t know I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, it’s okay. Take a deep breath okay? I’ll do it with you.”

He reaches his hands out and places them on your arms.

“Is this okay?”

You nod your head slowly, allowing yourself to take a deep breath while his touch soothes you.

“Okay just breathe in with me, alright Y/n?”

You nod again and watch as he inhales slowly then exhales. You follow his breathing and close your eyes and after a few minutes, you feel your heartbeat finally slow. A minute later you open your eyes to find him smiling back at you. He removes his hands and takes a step back.

Taking one final deep breath you say, “that was fucking embarrassing.” You try to play it off with a laugh but he shakes his head.

“My sister used to get them. Panic attacks I mean, so I'm used to them, and helping people out. Really you have nothing to be embarrassed of, not with me, I promise.”

“Okay.” You whisper, smiling at the man in front of you. “Um how do you know my name?”

He looks down, a blush appearing on his cheeks as he laughs. “Sorry I realize that might be a bit creepy. Well, the actual answer might still be creepy. I um- you live across the hall from me right? And I just see your mail sometimes, so, sorry…”

“Oh no it’s okay! I don’t think it’s creepy, I was just wondering. I know your name too, Jake, if that makes you feel any better.”

You both laugh together, meeting eyes for just a second before casting yours downward. Something about his stare feels so intimate, so knowing, like you’re long lost friends.

“So you said this has happened before?” You ask biting your lip and pulling off a tab of skin, an anxious habit.

“Yeah a couple times, but usually it gets moving after a couple seconds.. so I’m afraid we might be stuck here for a bit. I’m good company though I swear.”

He smiles again and you huff out a nervous laugh. You look up again at the number, stuck in between floors. You reach out to press the help button again.

“Isn’t this supposed to make some sort of sound? Like an alarm?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

“My cat is supposed to get fed.” You pinch your brows together, shaking your head at your own carelessness. “I should have just gotten home earlier, if only I had just-“

Jake cuts you off with a question. “What’s your cat's name?”

You giggle a little at the innocence of his question. If there’s one thing he’s doing well is keeping you from panicking.

“Her name is Lily, and she gets nervous. Just like I do I guess.” You laugh again, looking down at your feet.

“That’s a nice name. You have a nice name too by the way. Y/n. It flows off the tongue nice.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Your blush deepens.

Jake looks around at the floor for a moment before shrugging and taking a seat with his back leaning against the wall.

“If we’re gonna be here for a while we might as well get comfortable.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.”

You sigh as your reality for the next however long sets in. At least you’re stuck here with Jake, although he does make you slightly nervous just by being him. You walk over and take a seat to his right. You sit and place your bag on your lap as you lean your head back.

You hear him rummaging in his own backpack and you turn to see him pulling out some sort of bottle. You laugh out loud when you realize what it is- tequila.

He’s laughing too and says, “I just realized I had bought this on my way home, you know, just to have, but I can’t think of a more appropriate moment.”

“You’re right, that is kinda perfect.” You let a warm smile stretch across your face and you see a similar look on his.

His teeth are so perfect you notice, and his smile lines are sculpted so nicely. His eyes as well bring you some comfort in this moment, and you watch his strong fingers untwist the cap.

“Alright. This won’t be fun.”

Jake scrunches up his face and takes a quick swig from the bottle. He pulls it away coughing and contorting his face. He hands you the bottle wordlessly and you grab hold of the handle to take a long swig.

You do so almost reactionless and his mouth drops open. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as he chuckles.

“Damn girl, I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

“Unfortunately after discovering the cure for anxiety I've gotten pretty good at using it. I’m not like… an alcoholic or anything though.”

“No, yeah I understand. It’s impressive is all.”

In the next few minutes the two of you take turns passing the bottle around until you feel the familiar burn settle low in your stomach and the dangerous loosening of your tongue.

Before you can stop yourself the words tumble out of your mouth, “So do you have a girlfriend?”

Your forwardness takes him by surprise and he blushes, laughing slightly. “Um I don’t, no. How about you? Making some guy really lucky?”

Now it’s your turn to blush and you cast your eyes downward as you realize what you’ve said, but of course you can’t find it in you to care.

“No, I'm very single.”

“What’s very single?”

“I don’t- I shouldn’t.” You pause, looking at him and he gestures with his hand for you to continue.

You take another quick drink from the bottle.

“I haven’t gotten any in a minute, I'll leave it at that.”

Jake turns his head away, laughing into his hand.

“You’re funny Y/n. I can’t believe it's taken getting trapped in an elevator for us to finally talk to each other.”

“I know right! We’re friends now right? Because it would be weird if we went on after this to never speak again.”

“I think we’re friends, that is if you’ll have me of course.”

“Yeah of course Jake.”

You both smile at each other for a beat too long before his gaze becomes too strong and you turn yours back to the wall.

“How long do you think we’ll be in here for?” He asks.

A deep sigh escapes you and you turn to him feeling as though your head is light as a balloon.

“I don’t know Jake, I like talking to you so no offense, but I hope not much longer.”

“Yeah.”

“How are we gonna pass the time?”

Jake thinks for a moment, taking another large swig before answering.

“I have an idea.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Alright, close your eyes.”

You giggle and close your eyes. You sense something, heat coming towards you and a second letter you feel something soft touching your lip.

Your lips instinctively part and Jake takes your bottom lip in his, kissing it slowly. You tilt your head and kiss him back, breathing into his mouth while your hands find their way around his shoulders.

Your reaction is delayed and you pull away quickly, looking into his opening eyes with a heaving chest.

“Jake, what about cameras?”

He lets a smile graze his face. “You worry too much Y/n.”

You smile and pull him closer to kiss him again. What were soft gentle kisses turn into heated ones and you allow his tongue to slip past your lips. His hands come up to your cheeks, pulling you even closer into his parted mouth. A small moan is exhaled from him and a whine from you before he pushes away for a moment just to whisper, “I’ve had a crush on you since I moved in.”

Every set of your being is set on fire, a need for him overtaking you.

“Me too Jake. I want you, please.”

“Now that’s the most sure you’ve seemed about anything since we’ve been talking.” He huffs a laugh.

“Shut up.” You giggle, closing your eyes to let his lips meet yours again.

His hands slide down to your neck, then down your body over your chest to your waist. Jake stands to his knees and crawls in front of you, trapping you against the wall as you part your legs to make room for him.

He pulls away for a second. “I don’t know if this is what you were thinking, but I don’t have a condom on me.”

You think for a moment.

“That’s okay, just touch me, please.”

You watch his smile turn to a smirk as he brings his lips back to yours. His hands touch your thighs, sliding upward towards the bottom of your skirt that you realize was the perfect thing to wear today. You straighten out your legs and his hands reach the tops of your thighs. You can feel yourself pulsing in two places as Jake’s hand cups over your center.

His tongue licks into your mouth through a moan and you start to rock against his hand, chasing the small bit of friction. With one hand on your thigh to steady himself, the other pulls your panties to the side and slides through your slit with his fingers. Your breath hitches through the kiss and you break it to look down at his hand.

The veins bulge out of it as he slowly pushes a finger in. You tilt your head back and close your eyes as he curls it inside of you, pulling it back to push another one in. You look back at him to watch as he too stares down at where his hand touches you. He curls both fingers into you and you whine his name into the small room.

Jake tucks his lip under his teeth, and you can hear his own breathing pick up as he starts to push and pull his fingers into you. A second later he brings his thumb up to your clit, dragging it across every time he moves his other fingers. Your legs begin to squirm, and your toes curl in your sneakers as you near your release.

Your stomach tightens and you bite your lip harshly as the sensations wash over you. It’s at this moment that the absurdity of your situation kicks in, even through the swirl of tequila in your system, and you laugh, startling Jake. He tilts his head as if to ask what’s wrong, and you shake your head.

“Wait Jake, stop.”

He pulls his hand away immediately, looking concerned, and you reach for his belt. You look up at him innocently, trying to hide away your smile as you push it through the loop and unbutton the button and unzip the zipper.

“Is this okay?” You whisper, the smile stretching wider across your face.

He breaths out a curse and nods his head, his eyes clouded with lust. He watches your hands pull down the pants and he helps you. Soon he's only in a pair of plaid boxers and you let your hand roam over his already hard bulge. Your fingers tuck into his waistband and you pull down until his cock springs free, bobbing in front of your face.

You want to take it into your mouth, feel it shoved down your throat, but you also want his hands on you again, so you lean back and grab him, stroking his length up and down. He exhales loudly as you run your fingers over his tip and back down to the base. Your eyes catch on his pubic hair, matching the color of his wavy brown locks, you smile to yourself.

You make a show of spreading your legs for him, hiking up your skirt in the process so he has a good view.

“Holy shit.” He whispers, letting his own head fall back momentarily while your hand gives him a little squeeze.

He brings his fingers back to your entrance, thrusting them forward with a pressure that reminds you of where you left off, and with his thumb circling your clit once more, you already feel halfway there.

In the small metal box, the heat rises as your bodies move in sync with each other, chests rising and falling rapidly as your hands work each other towards release. Every once in a while your lips will reconnect, tongues searching for one another desperately. He tastes like tequila and honey, and you moan into his mouth, waiting to feel him even more, if possible.

You let your hand pick up speed and he matches your tempo, bodies both eager to cum. You look down at the tendons in his arm flexing as he moves. You can feel his strength too in the way his fingers curl boldly with power.

Through heavy breaths, Jake chokes out, sounding desperate and needy, “Come on Y/n, give it to me, pretty girl.”

His words hit you just right and soon your walls are tightening and you’re gushing his hand as your legs tremble and close around him. His name rolls off your tongue and your eyes roll back while his hand continues to move inside of you.

All it takes for him is the feeling of you cumming all over his fingers and he rushes out, “Where do you want me to cum?!”

Without thinking, you lean your face forward, mouth open. You bring his tip to your tongue and jerk him with your hand until he's shooting hot white spurts of cum all over your mouth. His hand slows and his cock twitches wildly in yours. He grunts with every exhale, whining finally as your mouth sucks around the tip of his cock, cleaning off any remaining cum.

You look up at him while you do so and watch as he brings his own cum covered hand to his mouth. He sucks on his fingers through a smirk and then leans down to kiss you once more. You both taste yourself on the others tongue, humming through the slow kiss. You can hear it too, the wetness of your mouths on each other.

You break away and stare into each other's eyes for just a moment. It feels intimate in a way that almost scares you. You both wait for the other to speak before something unthinkable happens. The elevator starts to move upward. A panicked look appears on both of your faces and you scramble to grab your bag and fix your appearance. Jake rushes to pull his pants back up, tucking his cock away while you smooth over your skirt and hair and turn towards the doors of the elevator.

To make matters worse, when the doors open, three firefighters are standing outside. The next few minutes are a blur, but the two of you finally finish talking to the men and explaining what happened, (them obviously sensing something weird between the two of you), before walking away.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You repeat, finding yourself once again captivated by his stare.

“Crazy night huh?”

You giggle and nod along with him while you walk down your shared hallway.

“Listen, I’d love to meet Lily sometime, if you’ll have me, but I think I should sleep off this tequila and get ready for work tomorrow.” “I’d love to have you over Jake. Just knock, literally… just knock, I’m always home.” You chuckle.

You quickly type your number into his phone and he kisses you one more time on the lips while you blush. You turn and enter your apartments simultaneously, smiling and blushing at each other until the moment the doors close. You turn to your apartment, finding an angry cat meowing in front of you. You laugh and go to feed your cat, thinking still of the charming man in the elevator.

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