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do-it-jakey-baby · 6 months ago

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Must I Go Bound?

Danny Wagner x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, overstimulation, profanity, bondage, aggressive foreplay

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @ignite-my-fire , @peaceloveunitygvf , @mama-likes72

A/N: A short one this time as I need to make my long awaited return to AUE, but still v juicy! As always, hope you enjoy. 🫶🏻

Chapter 2

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

Your stomach somersaults in fear, your mind racing at a million miles an hour to find the words to string together, but you just come up with nothing. You’re just standing there, mouth gaping like a fucking goldfish, staring at Jake whilst he waits for you to speak.

“Uh, hello?”

“Oh god. Oh god.” You massage your temples frantically.

Jake moves to you and you recoil like he has some kind of contagious disease, sinking away until the backs of your knees hit the bath tub. You stumble and steady yourself, bracing onto the side of the tub with such force you’re sure you could crumble the porcelain.

“Are you ok?” Jake asks, clearly concerned by your behaviour.

You exhale heavily, wringing your hands together before you finally pluck up the courage to speak.

“I’m uh, kinda seeing Danny. I have been for a few weeks now…” you trail off.

Jake’s face twists into a devilish smirk, which confuses you. He turns to the door and flips the lock, so you rush over to him.

“No, Jake. Let me out.”

His hands find your waist, pushing you back against the vanity. He’s so close to you that you can smell his cologne, the most captivating scent that is totally him personified in a bottle. Spicy and woody, just as mysterious and alluring as the man who wears it. He pushes your hair behind your ear, leaning in closer.

“So you’re telling me, the night I had you gushing all over my kitchen island, you were also fucking one of my best friends? Tsk tsk.”

“I had no idea you knew each other!”

“Know each eachother? He’s practically my brother.” Jake laughs. “We’re in the same band, have been since we were kids.”

“You’re in Danny’s band?”

“Sweetheart, Danny is in my band.”

His lips ghost over the column of your neck, his breath is soft and light as it tickles against your skin. You swallow harshly, knowing that you need to put a stop to this.

“Jake-”

He places his index finger over your lips, then before you can register what’s happening he’s wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs and lifting you up onto the vanity. His lips hastily find yours as his hands grip onto your thighs. You can’t help but kiss him back, you seem to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the temptation of his beautiful, yet dangerous charm.

“The way I see it, nothing is official between you two. So it’s fair game, hmm?” He growls between kisses.

You nod your head no, but continue to let him kiss you.

“Nobody needs to know. You can’t tell me you want to pass up the opportunity to keep fucking me.”

You moan into his mouth, knowing full well you absolutely did not want to give up sex with Jake. But you couldn’t have both. Could you?

“Tell me to stop.” He whispers, his hands toying with the button of your jeans.

You don’t, though you should. Instead you just let him unzip your jeans and slide them down to your knees. He brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. You part them and swirl your tongue around the digits, then watch as he pulls your panties to the side and begins to circle them over your clit. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, biting into his flesh to suppress the whimpers that fall from your mouth. He plunges his fingers inside of you, grazing your sweet spot. He uses his thumb to continue working you up to your peak, which finds you incredibly quickly.

“There she is. Are you going to cum pretty for me right here in his bathroom?”

Your eyes roll back into your head as you tighten around him, uttering obscenities into the crook of his neck. You’re brought swiftly back to reality when you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/N, are you in there?”

Shit

You jump down from the vanity, pulling your jeans back up and fastening them. Jake stands to the side of the door as you open it, effectively hiding him from Danny’s line of sight.

“Hey, yeah sorry. I’m not feeling so good. I’m actually about to head off.” You mutter, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

“Em said, I was just checking you’re ok? Is there anything you need.”

He’s so sweet and doesn’t deserve this, you piece of shit.

“That’s sweet of you, Danny. Thank you, I just need to go home and lay down.”

“Ok, well text me if you need anything.” He smiles, rubbing your shoulder.

As you sit in the back of the Uber, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

22:05pm

Jake: Our little secret.

You sigh and swipe the message away. The Instagram logo catches your eye in your sea of apps, so you press it to open the long neglected social media site. Your fingers move across the keyboard as you type in the only name you know in full.

Daniel Wagner

His account is the first at the top of the list presented to you. In his bio, proudly featured, is the name of his band. Jake’s band.

‘Drums for @/gretavanfleet’

Sure enough, there are photos of both Jake and Danny plastered across the grid, along with Josh and another man who you assume is also a brother due to the resemblance he bears. The Kiszka brothers, as you’ve now come to know, thanks to their Instagram handles.

“Babe, you’ve gone awfully quiet. What happened? You just disappeared.” Em pipes up from the seat next to you.

“Jake happened.” You sighed.

“Oh, shit. So he saw you?”

“Yep, followed me up to the bathroom. Then we were almost caught by Danny.”

“Caught? Oh, Y/N. What did you do?” She furrows her brow.

“He’s just… I don’t know. I can’t seem to resist him.” You huff.

“Are you going to tell Danny?”

“Fuck no! I mean, we’re just dating. I have no obligation to him.” You’re more trying to convince yourself than Em at this point.

“I support you with whatever you’re doing, you know that right? I just hope you know this could get messy.”

You don’t respond, opting to rest your head on the door to stare out of the window for the rest of the journey home.

Over the next few days you distance yourself from both boys, needing to calm the storm that raged within your mind. On the one hand, you wanted to tell Jake that you weren’t interested and that you wanted to give your relationship with Danny a chance to blossom. On the other, you just couldn’t keep him out of your thoughts. With Danny, it was more than just sex, you had compatibility. Even though the sex was phenomenal, there was a deeper connection there that you wanted to explore. But with Jake, it was an almost primal attraction, he scratched an itch that you didn’t know you needed to satiate. You could willingly spend days with your legs wrapped around his head, surviving off pure lust and adrenaline.

You immerse yourself into your job, using the time to focus for some well needed reprieve from the endless thoughts that plagued your weary brain. You work as a Booking and Events Manager for a local record label, it fitting in nicely with your passion for music. You were really surprised you’d never heard of Greta Van Fleet before, considering you lived in Nashville and worked in the industry. Maybe you’d heard their songs before, possibly even had friends who were fans, but for some unknown reason you’d never become familiar with them or their music. The strangest thing was, going off what people were saying online, you were a big fan of their influences. You’d always been into rock music, your Dad playing a pivotal role in that ever since you were little. Growing up you were exposed to all eras of music and one of your favourite past times was going on a road trip with your Dad, the windows rolled down, screaming along to various cassettes in his old, beaten up Dodge Viper.

You’re thrown from your reminiscent thoughts when your phone chimes. You look down at the screen to find one of the names you’d been avoiding.

13:01pm

Danny: Hey, just thought I’d check in and see how you’re doing. Haven’t heard from you in a few days.

You let out a puff of air, rubbing your eyes with your fingertips.

13:03pm

You: Hey, yeah sorry. Just been super busy with work.

13:04pm

Danny: If you want a break I’d really like to take you to dinner, if you’d like?

Oh Danny…

13:06pm

You: Yeah, sure. That sounds nice. Pick me up at 7? :)

13:07pm

Danny: I’ll be there.

You pushed the conversation to the back of your mind, vowing to worry about it after you’d finished for the day. Little did you know, this was just the very beginning of the twisted web you’d find yourself in.

As the early evening trudged on, you finally closed your laptop after an intense day of planning and scheduling. You make your way to the bathroom, pulling your hair from the bun piled high on the top of your head and letting your hair fall in a knotted mess onto your shoulders. You run your brush through the tangled strands, then flip the shower on to warm up. Once the steam started to rise, you hop in and begin to lather yourself up in your favourite body wash. The scent of creamy vanilla and honeyed almonds fills the space around you, the aroma so delicious that your mouth begins to water. You wash and condition your hair, exfoliate, then shave. Once you’re all finished, you shut the water off and step out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a plush towel. You sit in front of your vanity and begin to apply some light makeup, then dry your hair and give yourself a soft blow-out. You moisturise your body in the matching scented body lotion and walk over to your closet, opening it up and fingering through your clothing until you find something suitable for dinner. Deciding on a classic little black dress, your pair it with your suede knee high boots, and silver jewellery. Just as you pull on your crimson leather jacket, you hear a knock at the door.

You open it to Danny standing there, a bunch of tulips in hand. He’s wearing a loose fitted white cheesecloth shirt, the first few buttons undone and showing off the two pendants hanging from his neck. He’s paired the shirt with a pair of black slacks and white vans. His hair is tied back into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck, a few tendrils poking out here and there.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” He smiles, showcasing that pearly-white grin you’ve grown to adore.

“I could say the same to you.” You wink.

Danny extends his hand out to you, offering you the tulips.

“Thank you so much, they are beautiful. I’ll just go and pop them in some water quickly, I can arrange them when I’m home.”

Once you’ve tended to the flowers you walk out to meet Danny, locking the door behind you. A few minutes into the drive, song comes on that you know all too well. You can’t help yourself as you start to sing along, tapping your fingers against your thigh.

I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line

That keeps me searchin’ for a heart of gold

“You like Neil Young?”

“My Dad does, we used to sing that song a lot together when I was little.” You smile, the fondness of the memory warming your soul.

“Harvest is one of my favourite albums, your Dad has good taste.”

“I wouldn’t say that to him, his ego is already big enough as it is.” You chuckle, causing Danny to laugh along with you.

You pull up to the restaurant and Danny hops out, making his way over to the passenger door and opening it for you. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to the entrance together. Once seated, the conversation flows easily. You order your food and sit back, sipping on your glass of wine as you listen to Danny talk about the direction the band is going in and how excited he is for the upcoming album. You can’t help but let your mind wander to Jake as Danny talks passionately about the band’s work. You will yourself to remain present and enjoy your evening with Danny, but Jake remains comfortably seated in the back of your brain as the evening rolls on. When your plates are collected after you’ve finished your food, your phone buzzes in your bag. Danny excuses himself to the bathroom so you decide to take a quick peek.

8:40pm

Jake: Out on a date with Daniel, are we?

8:41pm

You: Jake, texting me whilst I’m out with Danny is super risky.

8:41pm

Jake: That’s what makes it all the more fun.

8:42pm

Jake: Come to mine when you’re done

8:42pm

You: You’ve got to be joking.

8:43pm

Jake: Serious as a heart attack, angel.

Just as you begin to type your reply, Danny returns back to the table.

“Up for dessert?” He smirks, the double entendre evident in both his body language and his tone of voice.

No, don’t do it

“I’m actually super full, and I need to be up early tomorrow.”

You fucking idiot

“No problem, rain check?”

“Oh, for sure.” You wink.

You knew what you were doing was totally immoral, letting Danny wine and dine you and then running off into the arms of another man. It made your stomach twist, but the underlying lust for Jake was too strong to pull back from. So as Danny dropped you off back at your place and gave you a tender kiss on your cheek, all you could think about was what Jake had planned for the evening.

You waited for a few minutes to ensure Danny was out of sight, then hopped into your own car and began the route to Jake’s.

Now that you were aware of Jake and Danny’s relationship, you found yourself parking around the corner from Jake’s house. It felt sneaky, but you knew that you’d be thanking yourself later if you ever wound up in a sticky situation. You made sure your car was safely hidden from sight, then made your way to the gate. You hadn’t even lifted your hand to press the buzzer when the gates began to open in front of you. The door was open when you got to it, but no Jake in sight. You waltz into the empty foyer, the sounds of your blood pumping filling your ears. Suddenly from behind, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you backwards. A hand trails up your sternum, dragging slowly between your breasts and up to your throat, gripping your jaw and forcing your head back.

“Parked around the corner, hm? You naughty girl.” He whispers into the shell of your ear, causing every hair on your body to stand to attention.

All the feelings of guilt you had washed away along with your dignity as Jake attaches his lips to your neck, his hands roaming your body as you squirm under his touch. You were so incredibly responsive to him, as if he were a puppet master pulling at your strings. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin on your neck, eliciting a whimper from deep within your chest.

“Such beautiful noises, I hope I get to hear more of those tonight.”

He spins you around in his arms and presses his lips to yours, letting his tongue slip inside. He continues to kiss you as he pushes you backwards towards the living room. The backs of your legs hit against the cool leather of his chesterfield couch as he guides you down onto your back.

“This is an awfully pretty dress, I’m sure Danny loved it.”

“Jake.” You groan as his hands push the fabric of your dress up around your hips, slipping his fingers into the waistband of your thong and discarding them on the floor.

“Bet he thought he would be the one to have his head between your legs this evening.”

Before you could respond to his remark, his lips make contact with your clit. You throw your head back against the arm of the couch as he begins his assault on your pussy, flicking his tongue against your sensitive spot and sucking it into his mouth. Your hand finds a home in his chestnut locks, grabbing a fist full as he plunges you deeper into complete ecstasy. Just as you begin to reach your peak and your thighs squeeze together against his head, he stops. You whine needily as he rises up from between your legs. He chuckles and delivers a smack to your inner thigh, then places his finger over your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

You look up at him looming over you with your eyebrow quirked. He cocks his head to the side, silently questioning why you haven’t done as he’s asked yet. You huff and throw your arms up like a petulant child. He stands and makes his way behind you, rustling around in his pocket before grabbing your wrists and placing a zip tie around them. You pull at your arms, realising quickly that you’ve also been tied to a piece of furniture, thus halting any movement.

“Hey!”

“To stop your wandering hands. If you quit being so fucking bratty, maybe I’ll be nice and untie you later.”

With that, he’s back between your legs in a flash, picking up exactly where he left off. This time though, you’re entirely immobilised from the waist up. He rustles around in his pockets again, and then you feel a buzzing sensation.

A fucking bullet.

He slides it inside you, continuing to devour you expertly with his mouth. The mix of stimulation from inside paired with his warm, wet tongue lapping over your clit sends you into a frenzy. Your back arches as you struggle against your confines, which only spurs Jake on. He hums against you, clearly enjoying himself just as much as you are. The lewd noises of him burying his face into you fill the room, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

“Jake, I’m gunna-”

The pleasure jolts through you before you even finish your sentence, your legs shuddering violently as your release washes over you. He works you through it, still flicking his tongue against you at a brutal pace, prolonging your high.

“Jake.” You squirm, overstimulation building within you.

“Give me another.” He speaks against you, the vibration of his lips almost unbearable.

He pulls the bullet from you and replaces it with his fingers, curling up into your sweet spot again and again. You writhe beneath him, pornographic sounds falling from your mouth with every movement.

“Jake, please.” You beg, holding on for dear life. He doesn’t stop, but the overstimulation morphs into intense pleasure as your body begins to tremble again.

“I’ll give you another, I will. But I want you inside of me.”

He lifts his head, a smirk plastered across his face. He stands and removes his clothing hastily, revealing his impossibly hard cock as it springs free from his boxers. He retrieves his pants and produces a switchblade from the pocket, then cuts you free from the zip ties and pulls you on top of him. You slide down onto him and you both moan in unison as he stretches you out. He drives up into you, quickly sending you back to the edge of another orgasm. His hands grip into your thighs so tightly that you can feel the sovereign ring on his finger imprinting into your flesh.

“You’re there, I can feel it. Let go, angel.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the white hot coil in your core threatens to snap imminently. Jake leans forward and presses sloppy kisses to your jugular whilst rubbing his thumb in steady circles over your clit. You feel your walls begin to flutter around him.

“Jake, oh fuck!”

“Just like that baby, I’m right there with you. Fuck, you’re soaking me.” He grits his teeth as he spills inside you, fucking his and your release back in over and over until he stills. He leans his head against yours as you both catch your breath, the chains around his neck smacking against you as his chest heaves. You bring his hand up to your face a place a kiss onto his ring.

“Have I ever told you I fucking love this?”

When morning comes, you’re nestled within Jake’s arms in his gigantic bed, that is much too big just for him. His face is mere centimetres away from yours and you can feel the puffs of air escaping from his nose as he exhales. Once the daze of sleep has dissipated, you become hyper-aware of how intimate the setting is, so you wriggle slightly to move yourself backwards. The movement wakes Jake, who stretches his limbs out. His eyes open, then he pulls you back into him and kisses you softly.

Fuck

“Going somewhere?” He smirks.

“I was just… trying to put some distance between us.”

“What if I don’t want you to put distance between us.” He chuckles, squeezing your waist.

“You know we’re just fucking, right? I told you, I like Danny.”

“So I can’t kiss you?” He retorts, kissing you again and running his hand through your hair.

You melt into his touch, unable to resist his advances. “Ugh, fuck. Yes, you can kiss me.”

The kiss deepens and Jake’s hands begin to grasp at your body, pulling you even closer. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He coos, kissing you again.

Just then, Jake’s phone pings from the nightstand. His eyes widen and he bolts up, reaching for it.

“What’s up?”

“That’s the gate… SHIT. It’s Danny!”

You freeze in horror, your worst nightmare unfolding before you.

“Stay here. Do not leave the bedroom. I’ll deal with it.” He zooms around his room, pulling on his clothing and then hastily makes his way downstairs.

You silently creep towards the door, listening through the crack.

“Hey man, I was just- woah. What happened here last night? Is that a… thong on the floor?”

Shit

“Oh, I um, picked a girl up from the bar.”

“Nice. I didn’t even know you were about last night, could have swinged by after I dropped Y/N off.”

Oh no, please don’t talk about me

“Ah yeah, sorry. How did it go?”

No no no

“Yeah it was really nice actually. I like her. She did get a bit weird at the end though, wanted to go home.”

“Oh man, I’m sure it was nothing.”

Yeah, good going Jake…

“Yeah, probably. Anyway I just dropped by to grab those strings you offered. Is that still cool?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sorry I completely forgot about that. Let me go get them.”

“If you’re busy, I can just get them. In your office right?”

You hear Danny approach the stairs and you stumble backwards, bumping into Jake’s dresser. Danny’s movements still.

“Is the girl still here?”

FUCK

“Ah… yeah. Best if I just get them.”

Jake walks up the stairs and you hear him enter his office, rifling around in a drawer and then plodding back down the stairs.

“Thanks again man, sorry for barging in when you have company.”

“All good, don’t mention it. I’ll catch you later?”

“Yeah man, speak later.”

With that, the door closes and Jake makes his way back up to his room.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you do that on purpose?” You lash out, seething beyond belief.

“No, fuck no! Of course I didn’t! I just forgot.”

“I hope that’s the case. This little thing between us is getting dangerous.” You sigh.

“Hey, I promise you. It wont happen again, I’ll be more careful.” He sits on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair from your face and behind your cheek.

“I’m gunna go, that was a bit too close for comfort. I’ll text you.”

“You sure? I can make you breakfast.”

You nod, slipping from beneath his sheets and pulling your dress over your head. Jake stands and wraps his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Stay, please.”

“Jake… I can’t.”

He releases you, his somber expression riddling you with guilt. He quickly gathers himself, shrugging it off as if he hadn’t just tried to make you stay.

“It’s cool, I’ve got stuff to do anyway.”

“Ok, well thanks for last night.”

He offers a small smile and then exits the room.

You make your way to his living room to retrieve your thong, then head out to your car. On the journey back, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander back to how natural it felt waking up next to him this morning. The more you tried to focus on anything other than Jake, the harder it got to push him from your mind. When you pulled up outside your own house, you’d come to the sickening realisation that you were beginning to develop feelings for him. Your head was swimming with both Jake and Danny and the intricately twisted web that was weaving slowly out of control. But the worst was yet to come, this was only the beginning of all the heartache and chaos that this arrangement would cause. Meeting these two men would surely be the undoing of you.

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