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🐸 daniel ribbitcciardo

[barjogaron]

This is chapter 4 for my Élite AU Love & Deceit! Thanks so much you guys for the lovely comments and support! It can be read on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32302612

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Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Chapter Four:

In the dream, a pair of lustful green eyes glare at me from the dark...

The obnoxious sound my phone's alarm clock rings in my ear. I rub and open my eyes, the alarm of my phone notifying me consistently to wake up and prepare myself for the day. The first day. Work officially begins and I must be on the top my heels with everything. From managing the mansion's staff, to cleaning, as well and looking after the house. It shouldn't be too hard. Right?

I get out my outfit for today which is thankfully more casual than the others who mandatorily must wear suits and or maid dresses. I am privileged to wear more causal clothing, a white button up blouse, a black skirt, and my navy blue Toms. I put on reading glasses and braid my hair into a short pony tail before wrapping a silky and shiny baby blue hijab around my head. Of course I dabble my face with a little make up, eyeliner, and brown lipstick, so I can at least look slightly more fashionable. Honestly, I look like an assistant rather than someone who cleans and manages a mansion.

I enter into the living room of the suite and the girls are nowhere in sight, probably already starting to help the kitchen staff with breakfast for the boys. I open the door, about to enter the hallway when I pump into a what felt like a wall. He's a few inches taller than me and devilishly handsome.

His hair is dark, short, and wavy, and I can smell the nice smelling aftershave on his smooth face. He looks at me and I've never seen such a friendlier smile. His golden brown eyes are like ice, so cold and sharp, but everything about him is warm. He's dressed in a dark blue blazer with a black shirt underneath and ripped jeans.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, miss...?" his Spaniard accent is strong, and I notice that both his hands still rest on my shoulders. After a few awkward seconds his cheeks heat up red and he quickly releases me from his grip.

I clear my throat.

"It's okay, um," I clear my throat again. "Who are you?" I ask sincerely. I must know who this stranger is. I didn't see him last night at dinner. Is he a brother? No, probably not, although he looks the part. But he is definitely more casual.

"I'm Samuel. Nice to meet you," he says and I shake his hand. "I am here to assist you. Mister Crisanto put you in charge of the staff. He put me to assistant alongside you in any way that I can make things easier for you." Samuel smiles. It's a warm and inviting smile. I nod my head slowly.

"I didn't know I'd be having an assistant."

"You'll need all the help you can get, I'm afraid." Samuel chuckles softly.

"I'm thankful. And I'm sure I'll need it. Well, how about breakfast...?" I tell him and he's just staring at me with his lips still stuck in a smile. After a few moments I guess my words have entered his ears and his eyes go wide.

"Oh, right! " he says, starting now towards the stairs. "Shall we?" he says.

"Of course." I walk towards him and we stroll down the stairs together.

"So how'd you get this job?" Samuel asks me as we walk down the hallway on our way towards the kitchen.

"Well, a professor of mine recommended me to take this high opportunity job, and I needed a high paying job and experience like this, so I took the chance. The benefits are spectacular. I've never been to London, and well...here I am." I smile to myself.

Samuel looks at me with much amazement. Silence creeps in and I decide to disrupt it.

"What about you? How'd you end up here?" I ask him and he shoves his hands into his pockets, his smile revealing his perfect white teeth.

"I'm a friend of the family, actually," says Samuel. "We're all just trying to make a living."  he finishes.

"Isn't that the truth." I huff.

After a few more minutes of walking, we near the kitchen, which is before the dining hall.

"Well, I'll see what's up in the kitchen and you check out the dining hall in preparation for set up." Samuel instructs and I oblige. He disappears into the kitchen and I walk further towards the dining hall, finally entering, and is soon disturbed because of the sight in front of me.

Half naked and clothed only in a matte black designer house-robe is, Guzmán. His naked chest bare with a thin gold necklace draped around his neck and laying on his large pecs, his perfect peachy skin glistening from the invading morning light. He sits in the chair inappropriately like a child. The trim of his boxers showing beneath his bellybutton, as his grey sweatpants that shape his legs are slouched down by an inch to display the brand of his boxers. Which are Calvin Klein...

His eyes snap up at me and a smirk grows on his face. He takes a green apple from the fruit bowl in front of him and slowly bites into it. The loud crunch is taunting and obnoxious, making me cringe. I'm sure the crunch could be heard all over the mansion. He munches on the apple while holding his gaze upon me. His lips are now plump, wet, and a deeper shade of pink. I bite my tongue and clench my fist, trying to grip onto the first thing to say that comes to mind.

"What are you doing?" is the only thing my brain could come with, and it's an incredibly stupid question.

"As you know, this is my home," Guzmán smirks. "And I'm eating an apple." he takes another bite out of the apple and his smirk grows to deride me.

Let me try firing a better question...

"I mean what are you doing sitting here half naked at the table? It's..."

"Obnoxious?" Guzmán adds.

"Even better." I reply.

"Abhorrent?" Guzmán continues while standing from the chair. I cross my arms and stand my ground.

"I couldn't agree more." I challenge him, my hands are on my hips now, and Guzmán inches himself closer to me.

"Repugnant?" he continues, getting closer. "Intolerable?" he's even closer, and I back away slightly but there is a wall behind me, meaning I'm trapped.

"Unpleasant?" he says, now standing in front of me. He's so much taller than me that I have to look up.

"Most definitely." I breathe, looking away. Guzmán leans closer to me.

"Dis-taste-ful?" he whispers into my ear, his breath on my neck. Why am I even allowing this?

"Are you finished, Mister Blanco?" I ask him and I hear him chuckle under his breath. "What's so funny?" I ask as he backs away from me, restoring my personal space.

"Mister Blanco is my father. You can call me, Guzmán, baby girl." he winks and my mouth hangs open.

"Excuse me?" I glare at him but it amuses him further.

"Or daddy, if you'd like." Guzmán winks again with a grin.

"Excu—, Why I...!" I scoff. Thankfully, before he could say anything, waiters and waitresses bring out plates of food and fancy eating utensils to spread on the table blanketed in white.

"Breakfast is served!" Carla, who is dressed cutely in her cleaning outfit, shouts and rings a bell as the staff sets up the food on the table. Guzmán's brothers enter the room, selecting their seats. Guzmán sits at the head of the table where his father sat last night, still sitting obnoxiously and munching on his apple, his green gaze still focused on me, trying to get beneath my skin.

"Everything alright?" I hear Samuel's voice and I turn around to see his friendly face, which immediately brightens my mood.

"Yes, of course," I give him an assuring smile and look back at Guzmán and his brothers as they all begin to eat breakfast.

...

LATER ON, THE DAY has become evening, and my first day was a success for the most part. Breakfast went surprisingly smooth as the rest of the day was a complete and utter day of bland. There wasn't much to do, but it felt like a lifetime of doing so. Floors needed to be swept, mopped, and waxed, the rooms dusted, books organized—things like that. Of course I took care of all of those things on my behalf. Managing the other staff to do lawn work and clean the pool and other parts of the house wasn't an easy fix either. As well as figuring out the meal plan. Crisanto seems to have a very distinct diet for him and his sons, so I want to make sure we live up to his dietary expectations.

It's about a quarter to seven when I am relieved from my duty and I head upstairs to my room. The other girls sought to go sight seeing in the city and shop around before we are to do dinner. I'm just going to get lost in a novel and probably go to sleep. I'll have plenty of time to check out the city of London during my stay here.

The house is silent as I walk through the eldritch hall. Not a soul to be seen or a sound to be heard, other than the sound of my shoes sliding against the smooth floor. Suddenly, a wave of laughter and squeaky shoes on the freshly waxed floors disrupts the silence and I stop, knowing exactly who it is.

The brothers.

Guzmán and his shirtless brothers are dressed in their basketball gear (by gear I mean shirtless and only wearing their sneakers and shorts), entering into the hall childishly. Their skin is glistening and sweaty, hair drenched and dripping. The brother, Ander, even uses his water bottle to pour water all over himself, drenching his curly hair further. I watch in annoyance as it slides down his chest like a waterfall. His brothers snicker and he sighs in relief at the surely cool sensation of his ice cold drinking water that is now all over the floor. I don't know what to be pissed about more, seeing Guzmán smirk at me menacingly, or the fact that Ander is wasting perfectly good water to pour onto himself, and making a puddle on the freshly cleaned floors that the staff and I worked hard on cleaning!

"Um, excuse me!" I storm towards the boys who are way taller than me and they look at me like I'm a lost child.

"Your highness?" Guzmán smirks and Ander and Polo poorly hide their grins. Valerio smirks, which is dark and seductive and honestly, a bit unsettling. Everything is just a game to them it seems.

"Maybe you don't care, but the staff and I worked very hard to clean the floors of this house. Maybe show a little respect by not pouring water onto it?" I try to make my voice as kind as possible.

"Oh you mean like this?" Guzmán opens his water bottle and pours the remainder of his drink on to the floor while looking directly into my eyes. His brothers look at one another, finding amusement in my shocked expression.

"We work hard for your house you know! You can't just mess up the floors when people worked hard to manage it!" I bark at Guzmán, who is rather entertained by this tribulation.

"You're right, this is my house," Guzmán chuckles, taking a step closer to me. "Which means I can do whatever the fuck I want," He is in front of me now, eyes aglow under the pristine lighting of the hall, staring deep into my soul. I flinch and he holds a deathly glare, but I can see the delight dancing around in his eyes and lips. "And you know what else is mine? You and everyone else who works for me. Meaning whatever mess I make, you have to clean it the fuck up." Guzmán drops his empty water bottle on the ground and walks away with his brothers following after him. "Have fun!" he laughs while walking away, his brothers following after him, and also tossing their empty bottles on the ground. All except Valerio...

I stand there for a moment fighting back the tears. I bend down to retrieve the water bottles, cleaned up the mess, and ran straight into my room. Never have I felt so disrespected and humiliated in my entire life, and even worse, defeated. I'm not used to biting my tongue, but I have to if I want to make my earnings and leave a desirable impression. Just when I have gotten comfortable and about to start reading my favorite novel, The Secret History, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I croak into the phone.

"Hey, Nadia! How are you honey? Is the job going well?" It's dad. What do I tell him? That everything is going great? Or I just got madly degraded by a really attractive prick of a rich boy? Of course I go with the first option. "Everything is going fine, baba. The house is beautiful." I tell him.

"That's really good Nadia, me and your brother miss you. Omar is here, would you like to speak to him?" I think for a moment. Hearing Omar's voice would really make my day. "Yes of course, put him on the phone!" I tell him and a few seconds later I hear him.

"Hey doofus." the rough and familiar voice of Omar makes me smile.

"Hey weasel," I tease him with the nickname he detests and I hear his soft chuckles over the phone.

"I told you never to call me that," he laughs and I imagine his bright smile. I've been gone a day and I already miss my brother and baba so much.

There's a few moments of silence, nothing but our soft breathing.

"Is everything alright, Nadia?" he finally says and I wipe tears from my eyes, not allowing them to consume me.

"I'm already missing home." I admit to him.

"Give it some time, sis, you'll do great. Don't let those rich assholes best you down. You're a Shanaa. A bad bitch. You got this." Omar says and I instantly feel better.

"You're right," I wipe more tears away and exhale. "I got this."

"And," Omar lowers his voice. "Ring me up if there's any cute boys available."

"Will do," I half laugh. I guess I'll talk to you later, yeah?" I say.

"Yeah sis, I'll talk to you later. Just be cool." he says and we both hang up the phone.

I toss my phone to the side and bury my face into my book, drifting off until I finally fall asleep.

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Familiar Face (2)

SVU Fic

Olivia sat at her desk responding to a text she'd gotten from Elliot. Over the past two weeks the two had begun catching up when work didn't interfere. It felt like old times but so much better than eleven years ago.

"Knock, knock."

Looking up from her phone, Olivia pulled her glasses off and squinted as she got up. "I'm sorry. Can I help you?"

"Sorry for just walking in, I had been knocking for a few minutes and you didn't answer. I'm Bianca Barnes but everyone calls me Peach."

At a loss for words, Olivia stared at the woman looking back at her. "Okay and you're here because?"

"Deputy Chief Garland didn't tell you I was coming? I'm your new detective."

Olivia offered her a smile, "No, he didn't but I'm glad you're here. We've been short a detective. Where did you transfer from, Bianca?"

"Please call me Peach. My mama is the only one who calls me by my first name. But I just came from homicide and before that vice. Now I'm here."

"Are you sure special victims is where you want to be? Sounds like you might be more comfortable in violent crimes. The captain and I are friends, I can get you over there." Olivia suggested.

Peach shook her head smiling. "Nope, this is where I wanna be. One of my old partners is actually over in violent crimes, he just transferred there last week."

Olivia nodded blowing out some air. "Well then welcome to special victims. Let's go introduce you to everybody." Peach followed her out of the office to the squad room still smiling. She waited for Olivia to gather their attention. "Alright so we're no longer down a detective. This is Detective Bianca Parks."

"Hey, yall. Yall can just call me Peach. Everybody does."

"Sorry, I forgot," Olivia chuckled, "Peach, this is Detective Rollins and Officer Tamin but everyone calls her Kat. And that's Sargeant Fin Tuttuola but we just call him Fin."

Peach waved, "I know Kat already. But nice to meet you all."

Olivia looked between the women. "How do you two know each other?"

Kat spoke up smiling, "She moved up here when we were in high school I was her first friend. We lived in the same building."

"Yeah and we were in vice together for a little while," Peach added.

"Okay then well you have a familiar face and you won't mind being partners," Olivia said with a small smile, "Fin, it's your lucky day. You get your partner back."

Fin smiled proudly, "I like you already, Peach."

When Olivia went back to her office, Kat showed her friend to her desk and sat on the edge of it. The two of them talked until Rollins cleared her throat.

"What's up, Amanda?" Kat asked laughing.

"You're hogging the newbie, maybe me and Fin wanna get to know her too."

Kat put her hands up still laughing. "My bad, go head. Ask away."

"Why the name Peach?" Fin asked when Amanda didn't say anything. "Where'd that come from?"

"I moved up here from Georgia when I was teenager, had much more of an accent than I do now so everybody stated calling me that," she shrugged.

"That and she can put anybody on their ass within five seconds if they mess with her," Kat added ignoring her friend's playfully stare.

Amanda chuckled, "As little and cute as you are, you don't look like you'd hurt a fly, newbie."

Peach shrugged, "Yeah a lot of people think that until they put their hands on me. Just because I'm little don't undestimate me."

"Always the little ones you gotta look out for," Fin joked, "What part of Georgia are you from? Rollins is from Georgia too."

"Oh that's the accent I hear," she laughed, "I knew it was southern but I didn't think it was Georgia. I'm from Savannah. What part are you from, Amanda?"

"Cummings. A lot of people don't know where it is so it's just easier to say Atlanta."

Peach gave her a friendly smile, "I know exactly where that is. Might as well say it's Atlanta, it's like thirty minutes from it."

While they continued to talk and get to know their new detective, Olivia sat on the phone with Elliot. He called her discuss dinner plans, trying to figure out what Noah would like so he could make reservations.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you but did you get a new detective last week?" Olivia asked holding the phone to her ear and looking out her window at her detectives.

"I did. How'd you know?"

"Well I got a new detective today, I offered to get her in with you cause I thought she'd be a better fit there and she declined. She mentioned that an old partner transferred there."

Elliott chuckled. "And you wanna know who it is or you wanna know what I think about them? Is that it?"

"You know me so well. Both."

"His name is Amaro, Nick Amaro. He's a good guy, got a bit of a temper from what I glanced at in his jacket," Elliot explained with a hint of laughter, "But I like em. Reminds me of myself. Smart too."

"Amaro?"

"Yeah, Amaro. What's wrong?"

"This is how I know you didn't read his jacket," she laughed, "He was here a year or so ago. He was my partner after you."

"Did you like him?"

"Yeah, he's good at his job. He just let's his temper get ahead of him sometimes."

"I'll keep that in mind. So Italian tonight?"

Olivia started to answer but there was a knock at the door followed by Rollins poking her head in the door. "Yeah, Amanda?"

"Got a call from Mercy, they need us. Me and Fin can take it."

"Hold on, El," Olivia said into the phone, "Ummm, no. Let Kat and Peach take this one. You need to finish that paperwork, remember?"

Rollins nodded bowing out of the office going back to the desks, sitting back down at hers. "Alright newbie, you're up. Cap said for you and Kat to take this one."

"No problem with me. Let's go, Kat," Peach said enthusiastically getting up and putting her peacoat on, "Oh and Amanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Its Peach, not newbie." She corrected with a smile then followed Kat out.

The partners rode and talked on their way to the hospital. When they got inside, to the correct floor they went up to the nurses station. Both flashed their badges.

"Got a call. You guys need svu?" Kat asked politely.

The nurse nodded then came around the desk. "Some girls came in here with their friend a little while ago, said the girl passed out after complaining about abdominal pain."

"You suspect abuse?"

The nurse flagged the doctor down that was passing by, "She can explain it to you."

The doctor came over shaking their hands. "Dr. Barnes. I did an exam on her, her name is Alexandra James, she's 14. I found scarring, some old some new. And she was almost 12 weeks pregnant. The pain she was having was a miscarriage. There were traces of misoprostol in her blood. I talked to her friends, they're 14 and act like they have no idea what's going on. But they did say she hadn't taken any medicine at all."

"But you think otherwise? Isn't that a miscarriage drug?" Peach asked writing in her small notepad.

"Yes, it is. They're off. She should be awake now if you wanna talk to her," Dr. Barnes suggested, "Her friends are in with her. Waiting on her parents.

The detectives followed the doctor to the girl's room. The friends were huddled around her bed talking in hushed voices.

Dr. Barnes cleared her throat, "Girls, there are some detectives that want to speak with you."

"Girls, I'm Kat from special victims, why don't you three come with me to waiting room so we can talk? Give your friend some privacy."

Once they left the room, Peach pulled a chair up to the side of her bed a warm smile on her face. "Your name is Alexandra, right?"

The young girl nodded.

"My name is Peach, I'm a detective from special victims. I want you to tell me what you remember leading up to walking up here."

She said quietly before recounting her leaving her friend's house to go to the park, getting ice cream, walking back to her friends house but that was it.

"Did you eat anything else today? Something that might have tasted funny?"

She shrugged, "Nothing tasted funny. We had some pizza earlier, that was it besides breakfast at home this morning."

Peach nodded giving her full attention to the young girl. "And where did the pizza come from?"

"My friend, Whitney, her older brother, Stevie, works at a pizza place and he brought it for us."

"Okay. Did you know you were pregnant, Alexandria?"

She looked horrified, "No...I wasn't."

"You were almost 12 weeks, that's where the pain you were having came from. You had a miscarriage, if you didn't take it then someone have you drugs to bring it on. They found it on your lab work." Peach paused to search her face for a reaction. "When the doctor examined you, she said there was some scarring. So whoever the father was, has been around for a little while."

Alexandra turned away from her in the hospital bed. "I don't wanna talk about this. I want you to leave."

"I'm here to help you, sweetheart. To get whoever it is that's doing this to you to stop and put them in jail."

"Please just go," she cried.

Peach stood from her chair and slid one of Kat's cards onto the stand beside her hospital bed after she wrote her number on the back. "Listen, I'm gonna go but I left my number beside your bed. If you wanna talk, you call me. Doesn't matter what you wanna talk about or the time. Call me."

She waited a few minutes before leaving the room in search of her partner. She stopped Kat talking to, who she assumed to be the parents, and went to stand beside her, listening to them. Kat gave them her card before they walked away.

"Get anywhere with Alexandra?" Kat asked softly.

"Whoever it is, she knows them and she's terrified of them. What about you?"

"The doctor was right, something isn't right about the friends. I don't know what but they're hiding something."

"And the parents?"

Kat whistled, "Pissed is an understatement. Especially the dad. They wanted to know who but of course, we don't have that. Have their address so we could come talk to her again when she gets out."

"Well while we wait, let's go do some digging."

"Where to?"

"The pizza place the friend's brother works at."

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Olivia left the office early leaving Fin in charge so she could pick Noah up and meet Elliot for dinner. When they got to the restaurant, Elliot was already at the table waiting for them. He stood to get them.

"Hey, Liv. Noah," he smiled, "Thought you two stood me up."

"Mom had to go back home and change her shoes." Noah explained hugging the older man.

Elliot chuckled a little and helped Olivia into her seat before sitting back down. "Well I'm just glad you're here. How was your day, Liv?"

"It wasn't as hectic as its been since we're not short handed anymore. Yours," she asked looking over the menu.

"It was alright. We're all still getting used to each other but no fighting or yelling so I'm happy."

Olivia glanced up at him briefly a smile on her face, "And Amaro?"

"Pretty good. I can tell he's spent time with you in interrogation."

"He stealing my moves? Is that what you're saying?" She laughed.

Elliot laughed nodding his head. "That's exactly what I'm saying. But it's not a bad thing. He got the confession. How's your new detective?"

"Good to hear. Peach is good. She's probably the shortest detective I've ever seen and so bubbly. I wasn't sure how she'd fit so I called her previous commanding officers."

"And? What'd they say?"

"Gave her nothing but praise. Apparently she's very good at her job."

"Well that's a good thing then, you don't have anything to worry about." Elliot assured her. "See something that looks good, Noah?"

Noah nodded, "Yeah, I wanna get spaghetti with meatballs."

"Sounds good. Think I'm gonna get a ribye with some fettuccine alfredo on the side."

Noah nodded and turned to his mom, "What are you gonna get?"

"Hmmm...I am gonna get," she paused hearing her phone ring, "Looks like I'm getting my phone. One second, promise it won't take long." Getting her phone from her pocket, she saw it was Carisi and answered. "Yes, Carisi?"

"Sorry to bother you, Captain but Rollins never brought the paperwork and I need it for arraignment in the morning. I can't get ahold of her."

"Just go by the squad. She's probably still working on it and turned off her phone."

"Alright, headed there now."

"Okay and call me back if she's not there, Carisi." After hanging up her phone and putting it into her purse, she looked up to find both males staring at her. "I put it away. No more interruptions."

"Promise?" Noah asked.

"Promise, buddy."

Elliot smiled watching them. "Hey, why don't you go see if you can find us a waitress, buddy. I think we're ready."

Noah made sure it was okay with his mom then got up from the table in search of a waitress. Elliot stared intently at Olivia, a small smile on her face making her laugh nervously.

"Why are you staring at me, El?"

"How old did you say he was again?"

"He's ten."

"And adopted is it?"

Olivia nodded slowly, "Yeah, I've told you the story."

Elliot glanced to see Noah still looking around. "You told me the wrong story, you told me the story you told everyone else."

Olivia frowned, "I don't understand what you're getting at."

"He's coming now but you know what I'm talking about and we'll talk about it later."

Sitting back in her seat, Olivia's mind wondered through many thoughts and all the scenarios she had run in her head over the years. She wasn't sure if she was ready to bring that all out.

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Carisi walked into the precinct frowning and looking around. "Rollins, where is she?"

Peach looked up from her computer and got up smiling. She walked around her desk to approach him. "She's not here. Tell me what you need and maybe I can help you."

Carisi stared down at the little woman in front of him, "Uuuh ... you are?"

Peach held out her hand, "Detective Barnes but call me Peach. You?"

Carisi shook her hand managing a small smile through his frustration. "The new detective I take it, nice to meet you. Dominic Carisi, ADA. Call me Sonny."

"Okay so what do you need, Sonny?"

"I need the paperwork Rollins was supposed to finish but she's not here so," he explained throwing his hands up.

Peach went over to Rollins' desks and opened a few drawers, "Umm she mentioned leaving it in one of these drawers before she rushed out. Just gotta find the right one."

Carisi nodded going to lean against Fin's empty desk watching her. "Where's Fin and Kat?"

"Fin is gone for the day, he got bored. And Kat has a date so I volunteered to stay till 8." Peach explained still bent over looking in the drawers.

"Sounds like Fin. You close to getting outta here then?"

"Yep, I am," Peach stood up straight with the file in her hand, "Found it! Here you go."

Carisi met her halfway, letting out a sigh of relief. "I could kiss you, thank you. You just saved my ass in court."

Peach laughed, "Nicest new yorker I've ever met. I think a hug would suffice."

Carisi laughed looking down at her. "I take that as a compliment. How are you getting home?"

"Subway then I'm gonna walk the rest of the way. I didn't drive today, didn't expect to be out this late."

"Well since you helped me out, I'll help you out," Carisi smiled, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Peach shook her head going back to her desk. "You don't have to do that, I'm fine with the subway and walking."

"I can't in good conscience let you do that, it's late and dark. I don't mind. Come on."

"Really, Sonny, you don't have to. I'm fine."

Carisi stared at her smiling. "You're not gonna win this, I argue for a living. Grab your stuff and come on."

Laughing softly, Peach pulled her peacoat on then grabbed her purse and hat from her desk drawer. "Fine, fine, I'll let you take me home but before you do, I have a question."

"Okay, shoot."

"Its not cause I'm short and you think I can't protect myself. Right?"

"Right. It wouldn't matter if you were 6 feet tall, you're still a woman. I couldn't sleep knowing I let you go out there by yourself when I could've taken you home. That's it."

Nodding, Peach followed him out and they made small talk and she told him where she lived. As they were riding in his SUV, his phone rung and Rollins name popped up on his radio screen.

"Now she calls," he complained answering the phone, "Yeah, Rollins?"

"Hey, sorry I missed your call. What's up?"

"What's up?" He repeated sarcastically, "Did you forget about the paperwork i needed from you?"

"Oh shoot, Carisi. I'm sorry. But I did finish it, it's in my desk, I'll bring it in the morning."

"No need, Rollins. I've got it."

Rollins let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God. I'm sorry you had to go all the way to the precinct and then go through my junk drawers."

"No need for that, I didn't look for it. Peach got it for me."

"Oh well good then. You got plans tonight?"

Carisi looked over at Peach, who smiled at him, then back to the road. "Kinda yeah. What do you need?"

"Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over and make dinner for the girls."

"Nah, not tonight, Amanda. It would be close to ten by the time I got there."

She hummed in response. "What are you doing?"

"Giving Peach a ride home then I don't know but either way it would still be too late."

"Oh ... okay then. Get newbie home safe and call me out something when you get home, Carisi."

Hurrying to hang the phone up, he glanced over at Peach again. "You're not smiling anymore."

"Nope, I'm not."

"Why's that?"

"I told her earlier to stop calling me newbie and she's still doing it. Are you and her together? She didn't sound too happy about you taking me home."

He shook his head a small frown on his face. "No, never. She can't cook and she doesn't like to be there alone."

Peach nodded, "From the south and can't cook, that's a shame. What are your plans for tonight anyway?"

"Go through some paperwork, have some dinner and a beer. That's about it. You?'

"Depends on how Kat's date goes. If it goes good then catch up on my shows over dinner, if it goes bad then dinner and annoy her."

Thirty minutes later, Carisi pulled up to her building then killed his engine and took his seat belt off.

"Where you going?" She asked laughing.

"I'm walking you up. Come on."

"You don't have to do that, Sonny. This was enough."

"Aren't you southerners all about hospitality? Let me do this."

Peach laughed, "Fine. Since you're being hospitable come on and open my door."

"Yes ma'am," he chuckled getting out going to her side, open her door and helped her out, "After you."

[shutupdevvie]

alright bitches i brought out my fucking laptop to write this comment, so you KNOW it's serious.

first of all, josh is a private investigator. he must be. how'd he figure them out so fast. also. i very much appreciate the juck slander. while i have come to terms with the juck, i too would make fun of him for it if i had the opportunity. and jake in his extremely wrinkled clothes... just like real life. i love it.

sammy's head in her lap 🥹🥹 and jakey being jealous IMMEDIATELY

"mouth like a hoover" is the absolute WORST thing i have ever heard in my entire life. i just wanted to say that.

"Sometimes I think you two should just fuck and get it over with" ...if only you knew sammy. if only you knew.

"Would you prefer it if I just shut you up myself instead?" yeah, actually. I would prefer that. Especially if your method of shutting me up is by wrapping your hand around my throat. that sounds perfectly fine to me 👍🏼👍🏼

i'm gonna point out how much i love the names now because we already know i love good girl more than life itself. now we can move on :)

"That mouth is too pretty for any cock but mine. A pretty cock for a pretty mouth, right princess? Isn't that what you said? That you've never seen one so pretty?" "And that I'd wear a picture of it around my neck in a locket" this is the WILDEST thing i have ever heard someone say, but BY GOD does it make me hot to think about. wearing a picture of his cock around her neck. please sign me up.

"You want me to touch you like that again? Right now?" "Yeah? Does my pretty little doll want to cum?" fucking. hell. i am in need of some water. and a mop. and probably a therapist.

"I'm pretty kinky, but this is too much" samesies.

"Don't apologize. I'd give anything to let you be as loud as you need to be. You sound so fucking pretty, I've been thinking about it all day. Had to make myself cum twice just to be able to function" well that sounds familiar, so i am once again saying: samesies.

"Don't do that" "Don't do what, baby? What's wrong?" "Don't curl your fingers... I can't stay quiet if you touch me there. It feels too good" "Fuck it. I don't care anymore. I wanna make you feel good... wanna make my pretty little doll cum and cum and cum" i am pissing and shitting and crying and throwing up. i am also BEGGING FOR THIS IN REAL LIFE.

"I'm gonna get you there, you don't have to beg" "Do it for me. I want it so bad, baby...give it to me" here we fucking go with the "give it to me" again. the only way for me to get over him saying this is by throwing myself over the edge of a cliff.

ok this next part... i don't even know how to put my thoughts into words.

"You gonna cum again for me, princess? Gonna be a good girl and make a mess of my hand with this gorgeous cunt? One more time? Right on my fingers? Can I have it, baby?" "Yeah? You want it that bad?" "Give it to me. You can have whatever you want" i just- they- but- and she- what the fuck. THE WAY HE WANTS IT SO BAD !! I MEAN COME ON !! WHAT THE FUCK !!

"That's it, baby... That's my good little girl... you look so pretty, you sound like music. You're my favorite song. You just relax and let me take you there" this motherfucker is speaking in poetry right now. he's speaking like it's a fucking monologue.

"Watch that mouth of yours, princess. You remember what I think about doing to you when you won't shut up, don't you? "Up against a wall?" FUCK YEAH. UP AGAINST THE WALL. LET'S GO.

"Hurry" "This was about shutting you up, kitten. Remember? Pull your fucking panties to the side" i am in... shock. i am frozen in time and space after reading that line. how tf...

"Yeah? You like that, princess? Did you miss my cock?" "Fuck, Jake... Missed it so much. I wanna cum on your pretty cock again. Will you make me?" "I'll make you, baby. You know I'll fucking make you. Then what, where do you want me?" i would pay horrendous amounts of money to just watch this in real life. i wouldn't even need to join. just to watch this... and hear this. that's the fucking dream.

did she just... suck his tongue? please say no so i can move on with my life and not think about this every day forever. but she did, didn't she?

"Keep your fucking shit up and I'll cum in this pretty cunt instead of down your throat" "Tell me it's pretty again" this bitch. we are the same. we are the same.

"It is, princess. So fucking pretty, and soft, and wat, and fucking tight... you have the sweetest little pussy, don't you? Thank you for letting me fuck it" "Thank you?" "Why shouldn't I thank you? You're fucking perfect" this is getting a bit fucking ridiculous. this meaning how horrifically RUINED i get after reading this.

"There it is. That's my girl. That's my pretty little doll. Fuck, you feel so good. You tell me when you're ready for it... I'm close, babe... c'mon" i would have had to stop and take a seat. i would have come again actually i think. because holy shit.

"This is more than just fucking, you know?" jacob. thomas. please don't say that right now. i already feel like my brain is unraveling.

i just have to say. anybody who actually reads this shit (meaning my comments not lace's beautiful fucking fics) just know that this one took a lot out of me. my head hurts. my whole body hurts. i have been here for A WHILE trying to put my thoughts into words. but i do it for lace. because she deserves the praise :)))

ok i think that’s it time to go lay down. and probably read more fics. i’m not gonna lie.

Cabin in the Woods 11

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex, etc

*The long awaited sequel...you guys love this Jake so much it’s a little nerve racking, I pray this is at least somewhere close to what you hoped for. Love you all so very, very much ❤️😚

“What’s up with you and Jake?” Josh asks, metaphorically cornering you the second he gets you alone in the kitchen.

Unscrewing the cap off a half-empty bottle of tequila, you peer down at it. “What is this? Why can’t you guys just drink Jose Cuervo like everybody else?”

“Jake likes Olmeca.” he shrugs, holding his glass out for a splash. “Stop trying to change the subject.”

Sammy might be the closest to you, but Josh is far more observant and ever in tune with those around him, especially those he loves. You knew he’d be a problem from the moment you and Jake, tangled together on the couch in the dark, had decided to keep whatever was happening between the two of you, exactly that— between the two of you.

You fill his glass. Get him wasted and talk him in circles seems like an efficient way to go. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You two seem a little less...” he ponders silently for a beat. “A little less like you could joyfully murder each other.”

A genuine laugh rings out of you, causing a pretty grin to stretch across his face. “Joyful murder, huh?”

Now he’s laughing too. “Yeah, you look at him like you want to mow him down with your car.”

A gasp of feigned shock escapes you dramatically. ‘I would never! He might dent the hood!”

Josh raises his brow. “What if I let you use my truck?”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead behind the wheel of that thing, even if it did mean I’d get to run Jake over.”

He starts to defend his vehicle’s honor, but Jake saunters into the room. “Planning my demise, Princess? That isn’t very nice...and with my brother, no less.”

You throw him an abhorrent glare, much like you normally would, but it takes considerable effort. What you would rather do, is tell Josh to fuck off out of the kitchen so that you could drop to your knees and worship him.

He looks incredible, as he always does. Barefoot, with his worn, cuffed jeans and unbuttoned, ridiculously wrinkled shirt.

This seems like the perfect angle to throw a jab. Gotta put on the show and play the game, right? “So did you crumple all your clothes into little balls before you packed, or is this mentally deranged homeless man vibe just a happy accident?”

He smooths a hand down his shirt and grabs your glass off the counter, knocking back a generous swallow of tequila as easily as one would water. He looks you up and down before responding. “Happy accident, I suppose. And you? Is ‘the princess with a stick up her ass’ look one you had to work hard to achieve?”

“Fuck you.” you snap, feeling a little stung, though you know the drill.

He lets out a smug chuckle before finishing off your drink. “Maybe some other time, doll. I promised to wipe the floor with Sam in a game of chess.” His hand juts forward, indicating he’d like a refill. You comply, and watch him amble lazily out of the kitchen with your glass in tow.

Josh grabs a clean low ball and prepares you a fresh drink. The problem is, he does so quietly. Never a good sign.

Once your first sip is burning its way down to your belly, Josh leans forward, elbows on the counter, chin in hand. “Yeah, you know I’m not buying that shit, right?”

“What shit?” you roll your eyes and begin rummaging through the array of snacks scattered about to save from looking him in the eye. Upon their return this morning, Josh and Sam had toted in enough food and liquor to sustain a small army.

“I know you very well, love. And Jakey and I practically share a brain. You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Josh,” you offer him the can of cashews you’ve decided on, and he crams his hand inside. “I honestly think you’ve finally lost your mind. I hate to break the news, but I still can’t stand your asshole brother, same as always.”

He moves straight past your defensive tone and speaks around a mouthful. “Did something happen with you two last night?”

Sammy’s voice booms from the living room, shouting for the delivery of booze, unknowingly rescuing you. So, you grab the first couple of bottles your hands happen to land on and scurry away from Josh and his incessant line of questioning.

~

Hours later, Sammy is lounging on the couch with his head in your lap, pretending not to pout over three lost games of chess, while Jake stares down at the board in concentration, with Josh, clearly the more worthy opponent, now across from him.

“Hey...” Sam reaches up, handing you his empty, sweating glass. You sit it aside on the end table and pet his hair. “Did that guy ever call you? The one you met at that bar the other night?”

“Why? Jealous?” you tease him, but is it Sammy you’re actually talking to? Or are you really asking Jake underneath it all? He doesn’t react, just continues to blink down at his pieces, with the pad of one finger balanced upon the tip of his bishop, but something tells you that he’s listening intently.

“Jealous of what?” Sammy tilts his head up and flashes that famous Kiszka smirk. “I know you love me best. I just think he seemed like a good dude, and he was obviously really into you. Did he call?”

“Yeah, he called.”

Jake takes a gulp of his drink, whiskey now, and bangs it down just a little too hard. “Speaking of calling people.” he says, focus shifting from the game to his twin. “You know who I’m thinking about calling? Jess.”

Josh tilts his head in thought, mentally sifting through Jake’s many conquests no doubt. His face brightens a bit once he thinks he has it figured out. “Turquoise jewelry?”

“Mhmm.” Jake nods, finally sliding his bishop diagonally.

You pray Sam can’t feel the way your body has tensed up, nor the annoyance that must be radiating in waves off of you for as fierce as it feels.

“Why?” Josh sounds slightly annoyed as well and you love him for it. It feels like he’s taking your side, even though he has no clue there are even sides to be had. Not for sure, anyway.

“I don’t know.” Jake leans back in his chair, legs splayed wide like he owns the entire world and everything in it. “Mostly because she had a mouth like a hoover.”

“Oh that’s really fucking charming, Jake.” it bites out of you before you have a chance to control your tone, leaving the venom in your words beyond evident, and it seems out of place. You’ve never been shy, and being this close to a group of rowdy guys for so long has left you with extremely thick skin...normally.

Josh’s face immediately shifts into one of self-satisfied discovery, your reaction having proven his suspicions. At least in his eyes.

For Jake’s part, he flings an arm over the back of his chair and turns in his seat to get a better look at you. “What’s the problem, princess? Do you have something against me getting my dick sucked? Don’t be a cock block.”

“Jake.” Josh says softly, trying to get him to stop.

You shouldn’t feel this angry. So you slept together once? It isn’t like that stakes your claim over him. “I don’t really give a shit what you do. I just don’t care to listen to you talk about what you do with your dick.”

He holds your stare as a smile, arrogant and sexy, plays on his lips. “You sure about that, doll?”

“Sometimes,” Sammy sighs, rising to his feet to get a refill. “I think you two should just fuck and get it over with. God, shut up. You’re ruining my buzz.”

This merely serves to widen Jake’s grin, and he looks so gorgeous, watching you with your little secret dancing in his eyes, that you have to look away.

“You want?” Sam holds up a liquor bottle after spilling some into his glass beside you.

“No, I think I’m going to go to bed.” you stand as Sammy begins to protest. He hates when a party starts to break up.

“Don’t do that.” Jake sounds uncharacteristically remorseful. “I’ll play nice.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jake. I’m just tired.” you stride past, placing a goodnight kiss on the top of Josh’s head as you pass. “You couldn’t run me out of a room if you tried. I’m very adept at ignoring you...it’s easy to do with someone who matters so little.”

You’ve gone too far, even you can admit that...but the flash of pain in his eyes is gone in an instant, only to be replaced with something unreadable, so you swallow the apology that had been readying itself on your tongue, and leave them to drunken chess.

~

The weight of his body dipping the mattress as he climbs onto the bed is what wakes you. The room is bathed in darkness, but you’d recognize the scent of Maker’s Mark, tobacco and that underlying warm woodsy trace, anywhere. “Jake!” you hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Hush up, princess.” he climbs over you until you’re forehead to forehead. “They’re both asleep.”

“Hush up?” you poke fun at his innocent choice of words. Very unlike Jake.

“Would you prefer it if I just shut you up myself instead?” His hand, warm and calloused, wraps around your throat.

A tiny sound shakes out of you as your eyes adjust to the dark and his face takes shape in the moonlight. He looks like a sinful deity hovering above you, so fucking beautiful and lovely.

“Did you mean what you said?” he whispers, ghosting his lips over your cheekbone. “That I don’t matter to you?”

He relaxes his hold on your neck to allow your answer. “You know I didn’t, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it. I wanted to take it back.”

Gentle kisses are now being dropped lightly upon your cheeks “So take it back now.”

“Okay...” you nod, already beginning to writhe beneath him. “I take it back.”

“That’s my good girl.” he grinds his half-hard cock against you in reward. When he lifts up to once again hover above you, you mourn the pressure with a little whine.

“Why’d you feel the need to be so mean to me, kitten?” there’s that ego drenched tone that makes you want to fuck his cock right off. “Was it thinking about her sucking me off? Were you jealous?”

You nod as he licks at your bottom lip delicately. “I don’t want to think about your cock in someone else’s mouth.”

“No?” he coaxes softly.

“No. Do you want to picture me on my knees for someone else?” You’re pressing your luck. Maybe purposely.

A low, feral noise growls out of him and a chill races up your spine. “That mouth is too pretty for any cock but mine. A pretty cock for a pretty mouth, right princess? Isn’t that what you said? That you’ve never seen one so pretty?”

“And that I’d wear a picture of it around my neck in a locket.” You remind him, lifting your hips to chase some friction.

He takes pity on you and presses you down into the mattress with his hips, rocking them slowly between your legs. “Keep it up with that shit and I’m gonna hold you to it.”

“Are you really going to call her?” You’re certain he isn’t, but you need to hear him say it. With his hands running lightly up your nightshirt, and his mouth spoiling your neck, and his cock thrusting against you, you need to hear him say it.

“No, baby.” he suddenly sounds so soft. “I’m not going to call her. What are you going to do if he calls you again? Are you gonna let him take you out?”

You shake your head and bite your lip to keep from smiling. So that’s why he brought her up. Of course it is.

“Well, don’t you look pleased with yourself?” he smiles down at you. “Trouble maker.”

He slides his clothed cock against your equally covered cunt a little faster, exhaling shakily into your hair. “Can I touch you? Or are you saving it all for him?” he’s teasing you, but you hate the thought of it all the same.

“I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me, Jake.” you confess, though it’s probably far too soon to voice something like that aloud. “No one else has ever touched me the way you did last night. No one has ever made me feel like that good. Not even close.”

He hums in approval. “You want me to touch you like that again? Right now?”

“Yes.” you whisper, reaching up to sink your fingers into his tangled locks.

“Yeah?” he nuzzles the tip of his nose against your own. “Does my pretty little doll want to cum?”

Tugging his hair in frustration, you whimper his name pathetically. “Jake, please.”

More kisses are bestowed along your cheek. “Do you think they know?” he asks conversationally, if only to drag you along a little further.

You answer him, though what you really want to do is order him to shut up and do something already. “I think Josh figured it out.”

“I think so too. He’s a nosy shit, isn’t he?”

“Are we gonna have a chat about your brother right now?” your hands fall from his hair to his hips, pulling on them to force more pressure where you need him the most. “I’m pretty kinky, but this is too much.”

He laughs too loudly for the quiet bathing the cabin and then dips down, kissing you deeply. You sigh blissfully when his tongue sweeps over your own. He smiles into the kiss at the sound, and it makes your heart palpitate wildly. “You’re pretty kinky?” he asks when he pulls away slowly, sounding pleasantly surprised.

Your face colors with heat, but you adore the sex dripping approval you hear in his question. “Maybe. Are you?”

A wolfish leer appears on his gorgeous face as, at last, he lifts up to make room for his hand, which is now slipping into your panties. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The plan was to answer him, it really was, but his fingers circle over your clit to say hello, and all concrete thought flees your mind for a moment.

“You gotta stay quiet, doll.” he shushes when a high-pitched moan of relief shakes out of you.

You feel scolded, though his words were gentle “I’m sorry.”

He keeps his eyes burning into yours in the dark as his fingers push inside you. “Don’t apologize. I’d give anything to let you be as loud as you need to be. You sound so fucking pretty, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Had to make myself cum twice just to be able to function.”

“Fuck.” you spread your legs wider beneath him and roll your hips into his hand when he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit. “You did?”

“You like that?” he curls his fingers and finds your sweet spot effortlessly. “Dirty girl.”

“Don’t do that.” you pant, taking hold of his wrist frantically.

He comes to a standstill and searches your face. “Don’t do what, baby? What’s wrong?”

“Don’t curl your fingers...” you clarify, still tugging on his wrist and forearm. “I can’t stay quiet if you touch me there. It feels too good.”

That rumbling growl rolls out of his throat again, and instantly his fingers are back to working away inside of you. “Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I wanna make you feel good...wanna make my pretty little doll cum and cum and cum.”

“Yeah...” you nod in feverish agreement as a moan tears out of your chest, floating into his ear. “Fuck, Jake...right there. Don’t stop, please, baby, please.”

“I know where you want it, princess.” his fiery gaze flickers from between your legs where he’s been watching himself work you, back up to your face. “I’m gonna get you there, you don’t have to beg.”

“So close.” you sound so embarrassingly whiny, you barely recognize your own voice. “So fucking close.”

“Come on, doll.” He sounds breathless, almost as if he wants it more than you do. “Do it for me. I want it so bad, baby...give it to me.”

His desperation to watch you get off pushes you off the tightrope you’ve been navigating and his name is a chorus as you let go around his fingers. Vaguely, aware of his words of soothing encouragement, you run your hands through his hair once again to hold on for dear life, but nothing he is murmuring to you makes sense.

At last, it starts to drift towards a hazy afterglow, but he decides that isn’t the direction in which he would like for things to go. He just keeps going, no matter how urgently you try to escape his fingers, they just keep going.

“Jake...” his name is a choked cry.

“Shh,” he leans in and sucks a trail of warmth up your neck, only to rasp into your ear. “Be still, baby. I’ve got you.”

You try so hard for him, but your body refuses to cooperate, so he splays his free palm out over your stomach and pins you down against the bed as his fingers continue to fuck into you. “You gonna cum again for me, princess? Gonna be a good girl make a mess of my hand with this gorgeous cunt?” his brow knits together in desire, as if he’s getting himself off right alongside you. “One more time? Right on my fingers? Can I have it, baby?”

He just sounds so needy for it, and he gets nothing out of this aside from watching you come apart. “Yeah?” your voice is thready and soft, but you manage a teasing lilt. “You want it that bad?”

He nods urgently with his bottom lip tucked deliciously between his teeth.

Riding his hand a little faster, you press on. “What do I get in return if I give it to?”

“Come on, princess.” It rings out harshly, like a demand, but there’s a pleading look in his eyes that gives him away. “Give it to me. You can have whatever you want.”

There’s only one thing you want. You’ve thought of little else since he made mention of her mouth earlier. Your palms squeeze down on his shoulders for stability as his fingers fuck into so perfectly you think you might scream. “I want you to cum in my mouth.” You beg, desperation edging it’s way into your words...you’re just so fucking close.

“Fuck...” he sounds like he’s in pain, but in the prettiest way. Gritty and breathy. “I tell you that you can have anything you want and you ask me to cum in that soft, pink mouth of yours? Is that what you want, doll? You wanna taste me?”

“Yes. I want it...” your eyes squeeze shut, but you instantly miss him and force them back open. “I want you to feed it to me. I want to feel it on my tongue, warm and wet...wanna swallow you. I want it inside of me, so every cell in my body knows you and wants you, all the time, everywhere.”

His eyes widen a flicker and then narrow with lust so intense it steals the breath from your panting lungs. “I have never, ever, wanted anything as badly as I want you, princess. Even now, with you right here beneath me, my fingers buried inside you, with your cunt all tightened up and fluttering around my skin...it isn’t enough, I still just fucking want you.”

His confession stretches the white hot band searing and tightening in your belly to its breaking point. “Don’t stop, Jake. I’m gonna...” you stutter out a hitching cry when he presses and curls even harder, as if beckoning your release closer to him.

“That’s it, baby...” he nods against your forehead. “That’s my good little girl...you look so pretty, you sound like music. You’re my very favorite song. You just relax and let me take you there.”

You do as he says and sink down against the mattress bonelessly. “There you go, sweet girl.” His praise arches your back, you could live the rest of your life solely in search of new ways to please him. “Just breathe, love. Just feel for me. You deserve to feel this good, all the time, every day. You’re my pretty princess, and I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

It flutters through you gently, but it’s so perfect you forget to miss that frantic feeling. It’s warm, and slow, and all consuming, and you want to live right here in this moment with him forever, as he watches down over you with rapt, awestruck attention, taking it all in. “Jake...” you hardly make a sound.

“I know, princess. I know.” His spare hand brushes the hair out of your face as the other fucks you through it. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

A small nod is all you feel able to handle as you gaze up at his glowing face. He’s dark eyed and rosy cheeked, biting at his lower lip again, licking over it each time he releases it from the clamp of his teeth.

Working you through it gently, his eyes hold on to yours unwaveringly. They are so striking, golden brown and flecked with light...and the way he’s looking at you, it makes you want to ask him what he’s thinking. If only you could make your lips move.

The only thing you can focus on through the pink fog of bliss he has created in your head is his face, his eyes and the unbridled longing and awe you find there. They make you feel beautiful, and adored, and safe. Desired and wanted.

When it becomes too much, you reach down and circle your fingers around his wrist.

“Well, wasn’t that the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen?” he hums with a tender smile tugging his lips into a mouth-watering pout.

“I’m so sleepy now.” You whisper, feeling drained in the most perfectly warm, blurry way.

His thumb brushes over your lips affectionately. “Go to sleep, princess. I’ll stay with you.”

It makes you feel even softer than before, though you wouldn’t have thought that possible. The fact that you can feel how badly he needs you-- his cock, hard and pulsing, twitching and throbbing against your thigh. Yet here he is, telling you to go to sleep. That he’ll curl up beside you and suffer through it if it means you’ll have what you need. It seems so very unlike him, but now you know, it’s exactly like him.

You also know, rest is the very last thing you want in this moment. You grab him by the shirt, your fingers clutching the same wrinkled linen you had made fun of hours earlier. Did he even try to sleep? Or did he simply lie there, waiting for his brothers to pass out so he could sneak into your bed?

“I sleep when I’m dead, Jakey.” You yank him in close enough to lap delicately at his lips. “You gonna give it up? Or am I gonna have to take it?”

His eyes catch the moonlight deviously. “Watch that mouth of yours, princess. You remember what I think about doing to you when you won’t shut up, don’t you?”

You return that devious energy of his and arch an eyebrow. “Up against a wall?”

“Yeah, baby...” He jerks you up into his arms and off of the bed so roughly, a shocked gasp sounds out of you. “...up against a wall.”

He holds you in his arms like he never wants to let go and then slams you into the wall that separates your room from Sammy’s. Was that intentional? You’ve always been more ‘Sam’s’ girl, even if it’s never been anything but platonic. The thought of him feeling territorial over you makes you ache with heat as you struggle to reclaim the wind he’s knocked out of you.

The sound of him fumbling with his belt as he pins you to the wall is all it takes for you to whine a needy, “Hurry.”

He hitches your thigh up over his hip and clutches at your throat with his left hand. “This was about shutting you up, kitten. Remember? Pull your fucking panties to the side.”

In record time, you’ve hooked your fingers into the soaked lace to bare yourself to him, and he’s lining himself up with something very close to a whimper crawling up out of his chest.

The cry that escapes you when he slams inside could shake the rafters, and definitely could wake the dead, let alone the sleeping...but it barely registers, you’re so lost in him.

“Yeah?” he taunts, sounding much less in control as he’s pretending to be as he rips your shirt over your head, pinning up with his weight “You like that, princess? Did you miss my cock?”

“Fuck, Jake...” your hands have woven their way into his hair again. It looks so tangled all the time, but it feels soft as satin. “Missed it so much. I wanna cum on your pretty cock again. Will you make me?”

Your legs wrap around his waist as he begins fucking into you savagely in response. “I’ll make you, baby.” he sounds choked and gorgeous. “You know I’ll fucking make you. Then what, where do you want me?”

With a snap of your wrist, you yank his head back by the hair, tilting his face up to yours. “I told you where I want you. Right in my mouth.” He groans wickedly and presents his tongue, an invitation for you to lick it, as you’re holding him in place and he can’t reach you. It’s so pretty, so pink, and it reminds you of all the sinful things he did to you with it last night.

When you suck it into your mouth his rhythm falters inside you, but he gathers himself quickly and pulls away. “Keep your fucking shit up and I’ll cum right now. Behave, baby...unless you’ve decided you’d rather have my cum in this pretty cunt instead of down your throat.”

“Tell me it’s pretty again.” you beg. Closer and closer with every thrust of his hips, every word, every moan he can’t manage to stifle.

“It is, princess.” he sounds gentle, in contrast with the absolutely brutal snaps of his thick cock inside you. “So fucking pretty, and soft, and wet, and fucking tight...you have the sweetest little pussy, don’t you? Thank you for letting me fuck it.”

“Thank you?” you’re stunned and so turned on your vision goes hazy.

“Yeah.” he nods, pressing his cheek into your palm which is now cupping his face. “Why shouldn’t I thank you? You’re fucking perfect.”

Without warning, you’re cumming hard around him. Clenching and squeezing like you want to keep him tucked up inside you for the rest of your life. Tugging his hair with one hand and pounding a fist into his shoulder over and over with the other as you futilely fight to stay quiet.

“There it is.” he croons, babying you with the softness of his praise. “That’s my girl. That’s my pretty little doll. Fuck, you feel so good. You tell me when you’re ready for it...I’m close, babe...c’mon.”

Rather than trying to cling to your orgasm as you normally would, you actively attempt to fight your way out of the fog in favor of being on your knees for him. “Now, Jake...” your voice sounds fucked out and strained. “I’m ready for it. I want it. Please.”

He drops your thigh and jerks himself back to pull out of you, watching like he’s a blind man who has seen for the first time as you drop down before him.

“This is more than just fucking, you know?” he asks with a confidence that tells you he already knows you feel it too.

“I know.” you agree. He nods with a tiny smile and your focus lowers.

You think for a flash about wrapping your hand around the thick base of him, but quickly decide you’d rather him fuck it into your mouth all on his own. He seems to understand this, and suddenly, your mouth is full of him. Flooded with the taste of yourself glistening all over his cock, and the underlying subtlety of him.

“Not gonna last.” he chokes.

You nod around him, gazing up at him like the god he is, and he slides in deeply, gritting his teeth when you gag lightly around his length. A hiss of a breath sucks in through his teeth, evoking from you a vibrating hum around him that sets him off.

The smallest, “Oh fuck, baby...fuck!” sighs out of him as he begins to jerk wildly in your mouth, pumping his release, hot and perfect, against the back of your throat as you greedily swallow him down. He is your new favorite taste and you want it on your tongue every fucking day.

With a final push of his hips, he buries himself in your throat until your nose brushes the soft skin of his belly, and then he gently pulls you back, staring down at you like you’ve stolen his soul, or at the very least, his heart.

“C’mere.” he strokes your face and guides you to your feet until you’re face to face. And there you stay for a while, pressed against the wall, with the weight of his body grounding you, staring at each other, sinking into the quiet little world, that is this quiet little bedroom, in this quiet little cabin in the woods.

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