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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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A little hurt to comfort request

A wannabe groupie makes comments about rockstar!eddie girlfriend (aka reader maybe plus-size!reader) eddie ofc defends his lady. But then reader starts feeling insecure about her looks and body she thinks she isn’t good enough for him. But he reassures her that she is the only one for him.

AN | I hope this is okay! I feel like this would be me too, Eddie would be the best the best 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Rockstar!Eddie x PlusSized!Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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It had been no secret that you’d been dating Eddie Munson for close to a year now. The Eddie Munson. Sometimes it still felt like a dream, but then you'd wake up with him pulling you into his chest.

Life was…pretty fucking good. Or pretty fucking metal as Eddie liked to say.

You'd never thought twice about the fact that you were dating him, or rather that he had chosen you.

Not until, anyway, one night when you were at one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. It wasn’t odd for you to be there, but you usually watched from the front VIP area or remained backstage to watch everything. Today, something compelled you to go out in the thick of it all, to be with the crowd and experience it from a new angle.

You were walking in with Jeff’s wife, the two of you holding beers as you went to your seating area. A few curious glances were sent your way, almost as if the people recognized the two of you but just couldn’t quite place you. That was probably exactly what was going on; it was nice to retain some sense of anonymity.

The two of you siddled into your spots and you heard a burst of laughter coming from a few seats down. The noise was so loud and out of place that it caused you to look down the row. Much to your chagrin you found two women staring back at you, wicked smirks on their faces.

They were exactly the type of women you expected to be at a rock concert. Scantily dressed with large fake breasts, fake tans, bleached hair and too make-up. These were the type of women that you found after trying to get in with the boys. Groupies, and they were shameless about it.

You turned your attention back to Angela, but before you could fully do so, you heard a loud moo directed at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you heard them making very non-discreet and rude comments. They were directed at you, you knew that right away and they were making no point to hide it.

“Can you believe Eddie Munson is dating her?”

“She must be good at sucking dick because you know Eddie wouldn’t keep her around for anything else.”

“She’s clearly good at eating.”

“He could do so much better.”

“What a waste of space!”

“If you’re going to be a porker, you could at least try to look pretty.”

You felt tears prickling at the back of your eyes but tried to push away the feelings that were bubbling up. They were just words after all, they shouldn’t have any real effect on you, and yet…it was the worst feeling. Those girls were purposely being cruel and for no real reason. No reason other than the fact that they were jealous of the fact that you were dating Eddie.

Angela picked up on your sudden mood shift, and gently put her hand on your arm, “what’s wrong, babe?”

“Nothing,” you lied so quickly that it was clearly not true. A frown settled on her features but you shook your head, “really, it’s fine.”

You could see that she was looking past you and down the row where the two girls were standing, looking smug as can be, “was it them? Did they do something?”

“No - nothing,” you dropped your voice to what you hoped was only what she could hear so they didn’t make anything worse, “just felt a little odd for a few minutes. It’ll pass soon.”

“If you’re sure…” she was a good friend and would have done anything for you, just as you would for her. You took a sip of your beer and tried to put on what you thought would be a convincing smile.

“Of course!” you had never been more thankful for the band to come out and play. You watched the boys struck onto stage, Eddie looking every bit the showman. Your heart fluttered slightly at the sight of him, “c’mon let’s get this show started!”

It wasn't entirely enough to take your mind off everything, but at least you experienced the momentary happiness of getting Eddie on stage.

You tried to ignore the horrible girls that continued to make comments throughout the show. But it was fuckin’ hard.

Once the show ended, you allowed the crowd around you to disperse and leave, remaining behind so you could make your way backstage quietly. You really didn’t want to see or be around anyone else right now, especially not ones that were going to throw horrible comments at you.

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Once the crowd had thinned out, you followed Angela to the back of the stadium. At least you had the promise of getting to see Eddie soon. She was talking about something but you were only half listening. There were tons of people, girls and guys, hanging around the dressing rooms, trying to sneak their way inside. Luckily the security was good and they kept prying eyes and nosey nancies away.

The guards recognized both of you now and there wasn’t even a need to show your passes. Eddie must have somehow sensed your presence because he opened the door as soon as you were near it. His entire face lit up as soon as he saw you, the beautiful and brilliant smile making its appearance as he studied you. Before you could even say anything, his brows furrowed and eyes grew worried.

"What's wrong?" and you had to fight the fresh wave of tears that threatened to well up. He gently took your face in his hands as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

"N-nothing," you lied and he was able to see right through it. It was the soft look on his face that caused it all to be too much and the tears spilled over. Eddie's touch was nothing short of reverent as he wiped them away, "its nothing, I'm just being dumb."

"It's not nothing if it's making you feel this way," he insisted but you pulled out of his touch and ducked into his dressing room. Angela saw what was going on and walked over to Eddie, "what's going on?"

"There were girls," she explained, "sitting near us. They were making horrible and rude comments about her. Totally unnecessary and I think they really got to her."

"What the fuck-"

"Yeah," she nodded sadly, looking around to see who was hanging around. And, to no surprise at all, the girls were trying to sweet talk their way backstage. Angela grabbed his hand and pointed in their direction, "them! It was the two of them."

A furious look crossed his features as he pulled away from her. Despite the whole bad boy image, Eddie was really soft and kind. But this had brought up a while different type of emotion and Angela had never seen him so mad.

"Hey," he barked at the girls, who immediately pushed to get to him. Little did they know they were not going to like what he had to say to them. The one that had instigated everything came forward and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Hi Eddie-"

"Which one of you was talking shit about my girlfriend?" Their faces paled as they exchanged nervous looks. Eddie raised an eyebrow, "huh? Not so brave now, are we?"

"We didn't say anything mean," the other one lied, "we were just talking. She probably misunderstood."

"Bull-fucking-shit," he shook his head, curls bouncing widely, "I know your type, you're just rude to others for no reason. What did you think you were going to get out of being bitches?"

"Listen, we didn't do-"

"I know you did," he glared at them, "did you think we'd somehow break up and one of you had a chance with me? Are you that fucking stupid?"

"We didn't mean anything by it…"

"Well, that's lovely but you did what you did," he took a step back and shook his head at them, "you're never allowed at another Corroded Coffin show. I'll make sure of that. And if this ever happens and I get word of it, I won't be as nice. Clear?"

Neither of them managed to say anything, only nodding dumbly before turning around and practically running away. Eddie told his security to make sure to get their information so he could make sure they were banned from any future shows.

"You're a good man," Angela squeezed his shoulder before turning around to find Jeff.

Eddie took a deep breath before letting himself into his dressing room. His heart broke a little bit when he saw you sitting on the couch, eyes red from crying.

"Baby," he came over and sat down next to you, attempting to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You flinched out from under his touch and shook your head at him, hastily wiping away the rest of your half-dried tears. His heart ached; you’d never shied away from his touch before, “what’s wrong? Please just…tell me. Let me make it better. I talked to those girls-”

“It’s not…” you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, “it’s not just them. It’s just…me.”

“You? How is it you?’ he crossed his arms over his chest, pale skin covered in various ink, “you know I’m not going to quit asking until you tell me. I’m a stubborn bastard, you know that.”

“Look at yourself,” you gestured to him and confusion marred his features as he looked at himself. He was still sweaty, in desperate need of a post show shower, only wearing a pair of skinny jeans and his beat up sneakers. He shrugged as you huffed, “now look at me.”

He looked you over, the same look as always in his eyes. You were gorgeous and he honestly had no clue what you were going on about, “umm…baby, you’re beautiful. You know that.”

“No,” you stood up and shook your head, “I’m…fuck, Eddie, you have eyes, I’m not skinny and I don’t look like all those other girls who throw themselves at you. I’m-”

“Fuck that,” he shook his head, “so what? I love that you don’t look like any of them, I don’t want them - I want you. I love you, baby, all of you.”

“You could have someone better,” you turned your back to him and hid your face in your hands. Eddie didn’t even know how to possibly respond because you were so wrong - so wrong, “someone that looks good like you and that deserves you.”

“I don’t know how else to tell you this, but I don’t want anyone else but you,” Eddie’s hands found your shoulders as he gently turned you around, so he could properly look at you. He put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to his. He hated seeing you cry and even more he hated the idea that you could ever think so lowly of yourself. You were everything to him and he wished he could make you understand that, “only you. You’re it for me, baby.”

You knew Eddie, and you knew that he wasn’t lying to you. But it still didn’t help the feelings of self-doubt and worthlessness that was settling into the back of your mind. Instead of arguing with him or pushing the issue further all you could do was nod in response, “me too, Eddie. You’re it for me too.”

He relaxed slightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Despite Eddie’s reassurances, the run in at his show stuck with you. You weren’t able to completely shake off the feelings that those cruel words had brought up. Despite trying to hide them and pretending that they weren’t there in order to trick yourself into letting them go, nothing worked. Instead, it just kept getting worse and worse and you found yourself drifting apart from Eddie.

You felt like you were suddenly aware of every single time someone else looked at him, or read too much into everything that was said to him. You couldn’t help but think that he deserved someone better, someone different - someone that wasn’t you. You wanted only the best for the man you loved so much.

That’s how you made the hardest decision of your life.

Eddie practically bounded to the door when he heard the silly little knock that the two of you had come up with. He wasn’t expecting you, but he was always more than happy to see you. He threw open the door, ready to wrap you up in his arms.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the somber expression on your face. You caught his eye for just a moment, looking away and staring at your feet, “h-hey.”

“What’s wrong?” of course he dove right into it; not that you could blame him. If the roles were reversed, you’d probably be doing the same thing, “baby?”

“L-listen,” you swallowed thickly, “I’m sorry to do this so late, but umm…I think - I think we should break up.”

“What?” his doe eyes grew wide as you rocked back and forth on your heels before stepping back from him. Eddie ran a hand through his dark curls, trying to rationalize why you were suddenly breaking up with him. He never once thought about the two of you breaking up; in his mind it was forever, and that’s what he had always planned on, “what are you talking about?”

“I’m breaking up with you,” your words caught in your throat and it sounded even more harsh and choked. This time you hadn’t even bothered to hold back your tears, instead they fell down your cheeks and landed onto the marble of the apartment building’s floor, “I can’t date you anymore, Eddie.”

Eddie was a smart man; it didn’t take him long to put two and two together. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his tired face, “can’t date me or won’t date me?”

“What’s the difference?” you threw up your hands in exasperation.

“You know what it is,” you groaned. You loved his tenacity but right now you just wished he’d accept what you were saying, “either way, Eddie, this is over.”

“Baby,” he tried to grab your arms but you just pulled away, “baby. Is this about what happened a few weeks ago?”

“No,” the blatant lie was obvious, “I just…I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Give me one good reason,” he asked, some desperation creeping into his voice despite how cool he was trying to play it, “give me one good reason why we can’t be together.”

You looked at him, squarely in the face, “I don’t love you.”

And that, those four simple words, cut deeper than anything he would have expected. He knew - or at least desperately hoped - that you were lying to him. Right? Right? The last three years you’d spent together couldn’t all have been a lie, surely. The love you said was real…it couldn’t just have been pretend. That might have actually killed him.

“That’s a lie,” he said through gritted teeth as you shrugged at him, “please, wait, I…we can talk about this and figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” your voice was barely audible as you created an even larger distance between the two of you, “it’s done.”

Eddie watched silently as you walked towards the elevator. When you stepped inside you turned around so you could face him before pressing the button for the lobby.

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing he heard you say before the doors closed, “I’m sorry.”

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It felt like an eternity since you’d last seen Eddie. In reality, it had only been four months, but it felt like the longest time in your life. Every day without him felt achingly long and dreadful. The fact that he was famous and you had to see him in magazines, on TV, in advertisements and posters didn’t help. In some ways it was a small comfort getting to see him, but it also made your heart ache more for him.

You had been tempted to go to his apartment and explain and try and work it out but you stopped yourself. All of this was because of you; and now you had to live with the consequences of your actions. The fact that he was on tour again helped your dilemma slightly - he wasn’t going to be home.

Even if you were miserable, you hoped that he would be happy. He would find someone that was worthy of his love and that matched him as best as possible. Someone that wasn’t you. Maybe one day you would have your turn too…maybe.

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You groaned as you heard knocking at the door. You set down your glass with a huff before pausing the movie you were watching. You’d already gotten the pizza you ordered and had no clue what this could have been. Whatever it i was, it better have been worth getting off the couch.

“Hang on,” you called out before opening the door; you didn’t even bother to look to see who it was before opening, “what?”

“Hi,” and there stood Eddie Munson. A small, tired half smile was on his face; he looked like he’d just come from a show, that similar glow on his face, “h-hi there.”

“Eddie?” you asked softly as though it wasn’t obvious that he was standing right there in your hallway. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before leaning against the doorframe in disbelief, “w-what are you doing here?”

“I was just in the neighborhood-”

“Bullshit,” you cut him off softly, “you’ve been on tour. I thought your last show was tomorrow night?”

“Still keeping track, huh?” he teased as warmth crept into your cheeks before offering him a single affirmative nod, "the last show was umm…tomorrow but I just…I wanted to see…you."

"Me?" You pointed at yourself and he nodded with a smile, "why? After everything I said and did. I was awful to you."

"It wasn't you," he stated simply, "I mean it was you but it was…circumstances."

"Eddie-"

"Can I come in?" You stepped to the side and motioned for him to come in. Once inside, he took a look around the familiar space, feeling more at home than he had in a long time. You went into the living room and plopped on the couch. He sat down on the other end, keeping a bit of distance between your bodies, "so…"

"What are you doing here, Eddie?" you allowed yourself one little look at his face. He looked tired and run down, but there was an expression of fierce determination on his face.

"I'm here to see you," he was never one to beat around the bush, "and I guess…asking you to take me back."

Your tummy erupted in butterflies and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. You turned to him, "I - what…you want me to take you back?"

"It's been four months and everyday has fucking sucked," he admitted, letting out a shaky little exhale, "and its because you're not there. I…my life isn't complete without you."

"But…I," he really had to go and be the best man ever. You smiled softly at him, "why would you want to be with me?"

"Are you kidding me?" He sounded offended, as though the answer was so obvious. To him it was obvious - you were everything to him. You looked at him, searching his pretty brown eyes, "babe, I'm in love with you. Everything about you, I'm so fucking in love with you it scares me some times. I don't want anyone but you. Like ever."

"But…"

"But what?" He asked gently as you searched for the right words, "tell me, baby."

"You deserve better."

"Why?"

"'cause," you shrugged him off but he wasn't going to have it.

"Nuh uh," he moved even closer and reached for your hand, "I'm not going to let it go until you give me a real answer."

"Look at me, Eddie!" You hung your head before sighing heavily, "I'm not skinny and pretty like all those other girls! You could have any and every single one of them. They'd be so much better for you and they'd be more like you. You'd have someone that deserves you."

"Is that what…baby, is that what this has been about?" He had his light bulb moment but it was a harsh reality. This was still bugging you for so long and he hadn't even realized, "you should have…fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't realize."

"It's not like you can fix anything," you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, "I am what I am and I don't want to feel like I'm holding you back."

"Fuck that," he shook his head, "I barely deserve you, you're so much…you're everything. I know you don't look like some of those other girls, but so what? You're gorgeous, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I don't want anyone else."

"What if you change your mind one day?"

"I hate to break it to you, but that's never going to happen," he promised, "I love you and that's it. Nothing else matters. If anyone has anything to say, fuck 'em. They don't matter."

"Eddie…"

"Here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, holding it out to you. You raised an eyebrow but took it gently and opened. Staring back at you was a beautiful diamond ring. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as you looked at him, "yeah. I was, ugh, I was actually planning on asking you before you broke up with me."

"You were going to ask me to marry you?" Your voice cracked as you came to the realization that he really was in it forever. Not that you had any reason to ever doubt him, it was the voices in your head that grew too loud.

"Yeah," he whispered, his own throat thick with emotion, "I just…I wanted you to know."

"I'm sorry," you closed the box and handed it back to him slowly, "really, Eddie. I went and fucked things up."

"No, you didn't," he promised, touching your cheek, "your feelings are valid. Even though I don't agree with how you've been feeling about yourself. It also makes me mad that those girls, or anyone, would ever say something like that about anyone else. It's immature and just shows their own insecurities."

"Thank you," you put your hand on his wrist and squeezed gently, "you're the best, I hope you know that."

"I do," there was a playful little smile on his face, "because there's this amazing woman that constantly reminds me of that."

"You silly man," you couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled, "someone is going to be very lucky to have you one day."

"Yeah, I sure hope so," he snorted in amusement, "and I hope it's you."

"Me?!"

"Of course," he was beaming at you and it was enough to make your entire body feel like jelly, "did you really think you were just going to get rid of me like that?"

"I should have known better," your heart felt lighter than it had in months, "you're a stubborn man, Eddie Munson."

"Maybe so," he traced his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, "I'm also stubborn enough to think that you might still marry me."

"I think that might be something that could happen," and yeah, you were definitely and madly in love with this man, "its definitely in the cards."

"Hmm," he mused gently, "well, it's getting pretty late…I guess I should get going."

"Stay," you held onto his arm and kept him anchored towards you, "stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," you nodded, never more sure than anything else, "please."

"I love you, baby. So much."

"I love you too, Eddie. So, so much."

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anthemof-gvf · 1 year ago

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Naughty or Nice

Summary: It’s holiday season and your best friend is hosting a christmas sleepover! Oh, and her older brother will be there too ;).

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!! oral (f!Recieving), f!ngering, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, overstimulation, mentions of alcohol.

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Walking up the driveway to your best friends house, you were careful not to slip as your feet made contact with the icy pavement. A feeling of nostalgia overwhelmed you as you walked up the steps to the front porch, decorated in an array of colorful christmas lights.

Christmas music and conversation filled your ears as you knocked on the door. It only took a few seconds, but you knew Ronnie was coming by the sound of her bare feet hitting the ground. The door swung open and you were immediately engulfed in a big Ronnie bear hug.

“Y/n!” “Ronnie!”

Ronnie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and these sleepovers were something you did together annually. After moving away for college, you rarely spoke to Ronnie, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.

“It has been way too long, I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

She crossed her arms and gave you a sassy look. You couldnt help but laugh, always having adored her spunky personality.

“I’d never dream of it.”

You pulled her into another hug, unable to contain the excitement you were feeling, finally being reunited with your other half.

“Mhm, come on, the others are waiting.”

She grabbed you by your wrist and lead you inside. It looked and smelled exactly how you remembered it, and it warmed your heart.

Making your way to the kitchen, you were able to see a group of your old high school friends sitting around a table, entranced in their own little conversation.

“Guys, look who’s here!”

Ronnie announced. You exchanged a series of “hello’s”, “so good to see you’s”, and so on, before taking your respective seat next to Ronnie.

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Hours felt like minutes as you reminiced on your high school days with the girls. Angela, a friend of yours you’d known since 6th grade, was currently on the topic of her obsession with Jake.

Jake was one of Ronnie’s older brother’s and was totally gorgeous. You’d never admit it, but you’d secretly also had a crush on Jake during your adolecent years. How could you not? He was a rockstar babe, gorgeous brown hair and a smile that would make you melt on the spot.

Unfortunately for Angela and yourself, Jake always had a girlfriend. Not that you’d had a chance with him anyways. There was always this unspoken rule between Ronnie and her brother’s that each other’s friends were off limits, so you were forced to admire from the side.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Ronnie’s gagging and wretching.

“If I have to hear one more thing about my brother I will throw up on all of you.”

You all laughed as she rolled her eyes and sipped at her empty budweiser.

“Y/n would you be a doll and get me another drink please?”

She bat her eyelashes at you and pouted.

“Why me?” You retaliated, crossing your arms.

“Because you love me, and this is basically your second home so it makes more sense for you to do it.”

You pretended to ponder, already set on doing it for her. You finally agreed, earning a slobbery wet kiss to the cheek.

“Thank you! Love you! You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at her playfully as you got up out of your seat and made your way to the garage, where the alcohol was stored.

Approaching the garage door, you could hear the soft melody of a guitar playing from the inside and you stopped dead in your tracks. ‘I didn’t know he was here.’ You thought to yourself.

You stood outside the door like a deer in the headlights. You considered turning around and telling Ronnie they were all out of beer, and you almost did until the sound of a raspy laugh interrupted your contemplating.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come in?”

You wanted nothing more than to disappear. You’d been caught. Awkwardly opening the door, you made eye contact with him. Jake Kiszka. The Jake Kiszka you were just daydreaming about a few minutes prior.

“Hi Jake, uh sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

You mentally cringed at yourself for feeling like a teenage girl all over again, but he was gorgeous. Even more so than before. He’d grown his hair out, so it reached his collarbones, and the shirt he was wearing left a good portion of his chest exposed. He looked older, he looked good, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him.

“Ronnie didn’t tell me you were coming.”

He wasn’t looking at you, but you knew he was talking to you because there was no one else in the room.

“Hm thats weird.” You responded as you made your way to the fridge.

You didn’t know how to act around him, and it was apparent in the way that your hands trembled while holding the fridge door open. He was staring at you, you could feel him.

You found the pack of budweisers resting on the bottom shelf and you bent down to retrieve them, arching your back ever so slightly. You stood up slowly and turned back around to face him, a smug look plastered on his face.

The way his eyes scanned every inch of your body sent shivers down your spine. He’d never looked at you like that before and you didn’t know how to proceed. You felt the need to say something, anything.

“So uh, how are things with Hannah?”

Stupid question. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He watched you with a look you’d never seen before, and opened his mouth to speak.

“We broke up.”

The bluntness of his voice was like a strong gust of wind. You felt like a mouse in a snake cage with the way he was looking at you.

“I’m sorry”

You genuinely were. As much as you envied the girl, and spent hours on end daydreaming about being in her position, Jake seemed to really love her, and you could imagine the split having some sort of affect on him.

“I’m not, she was a bitch”

He shrugged and placed his guitar next to him on the couch. He stood up and began to approach you. You could practically see your heart beating out of your chest as he got closer. He made eye contact with you as he began to reach behind you to open the door.

“After you.”

He motioned for you to exit and you did, him following close behind. You made your way back to the house and he followed you, the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of feet hitting the snow that rested on the ground.

The door to get back into the house was a glass sliding door that liked to get stuck sometimes. Praying that this time would be different, you slipped your fingers into the handle and gently tugged. Your prayers went unanswered and the door didnt budge. You continued to tug in hopes of it giving in but it just wouldnt.

“Here let me help-“

Jake placed one of his calloused hands over yours and the other on the glass. You were boxed into him and your breath got caught in your throat. You tried not to think about how close he was as you continued to pull at the door, but the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck made it difficult.

He had to press up against you to get the door open, and you made your way inside with flushed cheeks and a burning sensation between your thighs. Walking back to the kitchen, you tried your best to compose yourself as the group of girls looked at you.

“Took you long enough” Ronnie complained as she took the pack of beers from your hands. She gave you a weird look as Jake entered from behind you. You averted your gaze, careful not to look at either Kiszka while the other girls giggled and whispered amongst themselves.

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You hadn’t seen Jake for the remainder of the night, and you honestly didnt want to. That didn’t stop you from thinking about the interaction you’d had with him though.

Laying on the floor of Ronnie’s bedroom, you found yourself unable to sleep. The room was filled with the sound of soft snores and shuffling around, but that wasn’t what was keeping you up.

Giving up on trying to sleep, you quietly got up from where you were laying and went to the kitchen, hoping a drink of water could calm your racing mind.

As you faced the sink, allowing yourself to ease into the feeling of the cool water rushing down your throat, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You turned to see Jake rummaging through the fridge for something and you jumped, sending yourself into a choking mess.

He watched and laughed at you as you tried to recollect yourself and you flipped him off in the process.

“Jesus Jake you scared the shit out of me”

You managed to get out in between coughs. He mumbled a quick apology, still smirking at you as he pulled a slice of cold pizza out from the fridge. He leaned against the counter next to the fridge, wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

“What’re you doing up?” He questioned, taking a bite of his cold pizza.

“Couldn’t sleep, you?” You lifted yourself onto the counter opposite of him. Little did he know he was the reason sleep refused to come to you.

“Couldn’t sleep either.” He shrugged, chewing the last of his food before swallowing. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He laughed, and you realized you’d been caught yet again. You laughed too, you mustve looked so ridiculous fawning over him like that.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You started blushing profusedly. The boy you’ve wanted since you were a little girl just called you cute. You were internally screaming.

“I must be if it’s coming from you.”

You weren’t sure where your sudden confidence came from, but the near incoherent hum that escaped his lips let you know that he liked it. He approached you, placing his hands on either side of the counter where you were sitting.

You made eye contact with him, and he held it, a smirk threatening to form on his lips. He let his eyes flicker to yours, but only for a moment before looking back up. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming, but if you were, you never wanted to wake up.

You don’t know who made the first move but before you knew it his lips were on yours. The kiss started slow and hesitant. This was new territory for the both of you and it was dangerous. You let your arms rest on his bare shoulders while his wrapped around your waist.

You deepened the kiss, parting your lips for him to enter. He wasted no time in exploring your mouth with his tongue, grunting into the kiss. He slid his hands up and down your thighs a few times before taking hold of your hips and pulling you into him.

Your bodies were flush against each other and you could feel his growing erection against your clothed core. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting to feel more of him, and he practically moaned. He pulled away from you, and struggled to catch his breath before he spoke.

“Fuck y/n, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that”

His confession made you smile and you pressed your forehead against his, running your hands through his hair. He pecked your lips roughly before moving down to your jaw, and then your neck, making you moan softly.

“I need you Jakey.”

He moaned into your neck. It was as if he’d never heard anything so beautiful before. He swooped you up off of the counter and carried you up the stairs to his bedroom.

He quietly shut the door with his foot before placing you down gently onto his bed, climbing on top of you and caging you in between his arms, returning to his spot on your neck.

You were growing needier by the minute, and he was taking too long. You arched your back into him and moaned out of frustration.

“Needy are we?” He teased, as he placed wet kisses down your neck.

He toyed with the hem of your shirt and began to lift it before looking up at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded slightly, and he wasted no more time in yanking your shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind him.

He paused when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, and if he’d allowed himself to stay frozen like that for one more second, you wouldve grown self concious. He didn’t though and instead dove down to explore the newly exposed skin.

He started lapping at your left nipple while using his calloused fingers to pinch and rub at the right one. As good as it felt, you needed him, and you couldnt wait much longer.

“Jakey please.” The desperation in your voice was pathetic, and under any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed. Tonight you didnt care though, you wanted him, and you wanted him badly.

“Tell me what you want baby, what do you want me to do?”

You could listen to him call you ‘baby’ forever. You whined as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses down your body, stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

“I- fuck Jake, just touch me, please.” You choked on your words. You were about to cry and he was starting to feel bad for you.

He pulled your shorts down to your ankles along with your underwear and groaned at the sight of your soaked pussy.

“Fuck y/n, you’re dripping.” He was in awe at the sight of you. Fully naked and soaked, sprawled out over his bed, eagerly waiting for him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby. Gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget your own name. You want that pretty girl?”

He began rubbing small circles over your clit and you cried out, finally getting some sort of friction.

“Answer me y/n. Is that what you want?” His motions started to slow and you began to panic, gripping his wrist to keep him there.

“Yes, Yes! Fuck yes Jake I want that, just please dont stop.”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. He began running his middle and ring finger through your folds, collecting some of your wetness before sliding them into your entrance.

He pumped them in and out of you, gradually picking up the pace with every thrust as he placed gentle kisses over your swollen clit. You moaned softly trying your hardest not to wake your friends, who were completely unaware of what was going on.

He began sucking and licking at your clit while he quickly pumped his fingers in and out of you. It became harder and harder to control your moans as he quickened his pace. It didnt take long for a familiar knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Jake i-“

“I know baby, I know. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me yeah?” He cut you off before you could finish, and started pumping his fingers into you even faster than before. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to silence the ungodly sounds that were escaping you.

Your legs began to shake and you threw your head back as the long awaited orgasm washed over you. You expected him to slow down, or stop, but he didnt. He maintained his same pace and lapped at your clit more aggressively than he was before.

You started to squirm under him, and couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escaped you as he sent you immediately into your second orgasm.

He lifted his face up to look at you, his chin glisening in your release. He had a cocky smirk plastered across his face as he licked his lips.

“Sorry baby couldn’t help myself. You just taste so sweet, taste yourself.”

He removed his fingers from your throbbing pussy and placed them into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, humming as the taste of your release hit your tastebuds.

He let out a shaky breath and chuckled. “Naughty girl, enjoying the taste of her own release.” He pulled his fingers from your mouth and put them into his own, sucking the mixture of your release and your saliva off of his fingers.

He kissed you roughly, his erection rubbing against the side of your thigh. You reached down and began to palm him through his sweats, causing him to moan into the kiss.

He was painfully hard and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you. You tugged at the waistband of his pants, signaling you wanted them off. He slid them down to his ankles, cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach. It was thick, tip swollen and leaking pre-cum.

He pumped himself a few times, then aligned himself with your entrance, running himself through your folds a few times.

“Are you sure you want this?”

You thought it was cute that he constantly asked for consent, even after he’d already been in you. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“Words baby girl.”

‘Fuck, could he get any hotter?’ You thought to yourself.

“Yes Jakey, please”

That was all he needed to hear, and he began pushing himself into you. It stung a little, and you winced. He haulted immediately and searched your eyes for any indication that you wanted to stop, but there was none.

Once he was all the way in, he slowly thrusted in and out of you, allowing you to adjust to him before picking up the pace. You moaned silently, never taking your eyes off of him. Strands of hair were stuck to his forehead and he was flushed a bright red.

He pounded into you suddenly and roughly, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp. His hand immediately flew to cover your mouth, eyes wide and body stiff.

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” He was pissed, you were in for it now. He removed his hand from your mouth and wrapped it tightly around your throat. He started pounding into you rough and fast, using his free hand to rub vicious circles around your clit.

The sensation was too much, and if it werent for his hand wrapped around your throat youd’ve woken everyone in the house. You started to cry from overstimulation and you were becoming lightheaded due to the restriction of air.

“Aw is it too much for you? Shouldve thought of that before you tried to get us caught you little slut.”

His change in demeanor was unexpected to you. You’d never seen Jake so mean before, and you certainly didnt expect to like it as much as you did.

Your third orgasm came crashing into you like a wave from the north sea. Your vision went blurry and your brain forgot how to function, you’ve never came so hard in your life. You squeezed around him hard and his rhythm began to faulter, signaling his own approach.

“Fuck y/n, i’m close. Where do you want it?”

He was panting heavily, face scrunched and fully concentrated.

“Inside.” Was all you managed to get out, still coming down from your high.

Within seconds he was filling you up with his warm release, collapsing on top of you. You both were panting heavily, sweaty and high on sex. You ran your hands through his messy hair as he caressed your side.

It hit you then, you just fucked your best friends brother. Your childhood crush that you could’ve sworn you had no chance with, was laying on top of you with his cock still burried inbetween your legs.

Wet kisses on your collarbone pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him. He was already staring up at you with a smirk on his face.

“What’re you thinking about?” He looked into your eyes, genuinely curious.

“You.” You brushed a strand of hair away from his face and he kissed your hand.

“What about me?”

The look in his eyes gave you the sense that he knew, but you decided to humor him anyways.

“Just that i’ve spent a good portion of my life convincing myself I’d never have a chance with you, but here you are.”

“Here I am, and i’m not going anywhere.” He smiled and kissed you, a silent reciprocation of feelings.

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The ray of sun shining across your face pulled you out of your sleep. You were still in Jake’s arms, and you looked up to see the peaceful boy still asleep. You’d gone another round after your confession, though it was much gentler the second time. To say you were sore was an understatement as you slipped out of his bed and gathered your clothes off of the floor.

You struggled but managed to get your clothes on and snuck out of his room. Tiptoeing your way down the stairs, you quietly opened the door to Ronnie’s bedroom.

You slipped into the covers of the bed you were supposed to stay the night in and let out a relieved sigh, no one knew a thing.

You heard the sound of shuffling coming from Ronnie’s bed and you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. The movement continued for only a moment and then it stopped. Pure silence took over the room.

“Whore.”

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A/N: Hey guys! This was my first fanfic ever, so i’m sorry if it sucks. I actually had so much fun writing this even though it’s my first smut so it’s probably bad. I love feedback so feel free to tell me anything I can change or do in the future :)) xoxo

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