#greta valentines

[smoking-jakelane]

Str!ke

Greta Valentines

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader!insert

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluffy fluff, little makeout session, mentions of bad childhood/ bad relationship w parents | all in all really just heartwarming jake boyfriend

Summary: Jake has planned a Date for you since you completely forgot about Valentines Day.

I saw this post from @seenoversundown and I KNEW that I wanted to write a little blurb to the Valentine's Day theme. So I picked the Bowling Date idea

Soo here it is! I hope you enjoy. Please note: English is not my first language so ignore weird wording or idk anything that you think makes no sense. My dms are open for everyone in case you want to know anything or just to say hi <3

"Could you like, at least tell me where we are going?"

"Absolutely not my angel." Jake said as he mindlessly caressed your thigh with his hand.

"Uurgh." You pout and lean back against the headrest of the passenger seat.

You hear Jake laugh as he turned the music up.

You closed your eyes even though they were covered with Jake's bandana.You silently tapped your feet to the beat, thousand thoughts wandering through your brain; wondering where the hell you two would go this evening was the main one.

The last week has been very stressful to say the least, so you were more than thankful for Jake to make up for it. It did catch you by surprise when he came home today and told you to get ready. When you asked him more than one time what he had planned,he smiled to himself and kept quiet.

You felt the car making a turn and eventually coming to a stop. You turn your head to Jake in anticipation to finally get your vision back.

"Come here." Jake said in a soft voice and carefully turned your head away from him so he could untie the knot at the back of your head.

You grabbed the cloth from your eyes and pinched them together as they were adjusting to the light.

The neon red colored arrows pointing to the entry of the bowling alley catched your eyes. Your lips turned into a smile as you progressed and you turned back to Jake who was watching you.

"We're going bowling? Babe that's awesome!" You laughed as you leaned in and gave him a kiss.

He cupped your face with one of his hands and pulled you back in for another, more deep connection. You sighed into the kiss as you felt your heart beat faster and the warmth of his fingers spiraling from your cheek through your body.

You were at loss for words and even thoughts.

Jake was the first to break the kiss. You didn't even notice that you two were losing yourself in a whole makeout session in the middle of a public parking lot.

Jake brushed the strands of hair out of his face and smirked at you. "As much as I'd want to continue this, I also would like to not miss our reservation."

You giggled at his words. Even after more than two years of dating, it felt like you were still at the start with how much emotions he brought up in you with just the simplest of things he did.

Whether he brought you something from a shopping trip that made him think of you, or the little notes he left on the counter to let you know he loved you and couldn't wait to come home again.

He felt like home. He brought peace in your hectic life and thoughts. Sometimes he could silence the whole world around you and all what mattered stood right in front of you. With hair that reached his collarbones, eyes that had just that sparkle to them and a little mustache which made him look older than he was.

"Oh before I forget, I got something for you. Saw it in a window and immediately thought you would like these."

"Jake..." you tried to stop him but he silenced you with his hand. You softly swatted it away from your face.

"I just wanted to say that you didn't have to do all this. I mean it's a normal Friday evening. What is all this for?"

"Okay look." He stopped and took both of your hands in his. His thumbs slowly stroked the back of your hands.

"I know that you've been busy as hell the last couple of weeks. I feel it the way you are asleep almost every day when I come home. And how you have no motivation or energy on the weekends. So since today is Valentine's Day-"

Oh shit.

He was right. Today was Valentine's Day. You absolutely forgot! Your heart sank and so did your eyes. You were ashamed for the way you neglected him the past weeks and the way he put it in perspective for you now. The sting in your chest hurt and you didn't dare to look at him.

"No don't you dare my sweet angel." You felt his fingers at your chin, slightly tilting it upwards to make you look into his eyes.

"I love you and I want to do anything I can to help you take the load off of your shoulders. You shouldn't feel bad for having a stressful time. Remember me when we prepare for touring? I know how hard it is. And how you are always there for me. So let me do this for you. I swear I love seeing you smile about things that I did. It's an immense boost for my ego you know."

He ended his little monologue with a wink and a playful smile. All you could do was listen and feeling yourself so full of love for this man in front of you. You didn't know how on earth you deserved him.

He squeezed your hands briefly before releasing them. His hands grabbed something from inside his Jacket and handed it to you.

You looked at the item in your hands. It was a black square box with a small satin bow sitting on top. You couldn't wait to see what's inside but you wanted his approval to open in right here in the car. You looked back up at him and he gave you a slight nod.

With your pointer finger and thumb you pulled on one side of the bow and let it fall down in your lap. Slowly you opened the box and let out a silent gasp.

"Jakey..." you whispered and he laid his hand on your thigh.

Inside the box was a pair of beautiful silver earrings. They looked like little swords and had some kind of rhinestone in the middle of the handle.

You began to smile and looked back up at Jake. "They are beautiful, oh my god.." He smiled with you, glad that you liked them as much as he did.

"So.." he started as he began to put away strands of your hair so he could change your earrings. "I think you might know for what these stand."

Of course you knew.

"Starcatcher." You smiled and he nodded.

"Exactly. I thought that when you eventually join us on our next concert, you might as well want to match."

He finished changing your jewelry and looked you up and down.

"Stunning." He said and patted himself on the shoulder; proud that he found something so fitting for you.

You couldn't help but laugh. That was his way of showing you his love, but also playing it down like he was a shy school boy.

His eyes had a spark to them and they seemed  to enchant everybody within reach. But right now, right here, they were sparkling just for you. You held your arms out and he immediately leaned in, returning the hug.

"Thank you Jake. I love them. And I love you." You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, the cold silver of the little daggers on your ear sending shivers down your spine.

You breathed in his cologne, mixed with the smell of hair conditioner you both shared. The love you felt for him filled your head and heart.

When you ended the hug his hands were at your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes. "I think we should get going now." He quickly placed a kiss to your forehead before he turned to get out of the car.

You smiled to yourself and opened the passenger door.

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"Yes, I found you guys. Reservation for 8pm on the Name Kiszka right?" the Lady at the reception had a friendly smile and her hair was colored in a soft purple.

Jake nodded and gave her the number of your shoe sizes. She turned around and searched for them before returning to the desk. In the meantime you let your eyes wander over the many bowling alleys. The light was dimmed and the air kind of thick.

It wasn't too full, maybe three or four alleys still unused. You smiled to yourself. It has been a while since the last time you went bowling.

The lady returned to the desk and handed you the shoes. "Thank you and have fun you guys." She smiled polite as she let her eyes fall back to the monitor in front of her.

"I love your hair, it really suits you." You said and smiled at her. She immediately looked back up and raised her eyebrows in surprise. You caught her offguard by the way it took a moment for her to react to your words.

Her face began to visibly light up and her hand flew to the strand of hair that was hanging loose from the messy bun. "Oh my god thank you so much!"

You felt your heart grew big in your chest. That was exactly why you started to give other people compliments. It was your mission to make the people around you feel good about themselves.

Nowadays, those words slipped easily out of your mouth. But that wasn't the case right before you've met Jake.

From your childhood on, you were surrounded by nothing but egoism. Your parents, your siblings; everyone put themselves first without thinking about how others might feel. In the end all they did was hurt themselves and the people around.

Everything inside of your body was rebelling against this behaviour they showed you. So you wanted to change. It was a hard battle, especially when you still lived with them.

When you moved out of your parents house and in your own flat, that was the turning point for you and your life. Finally, after years, you've felt at peace. Not only with yourself but also with your parents. It was in your hands when you wanted to see them. And that was almost never the case.

While you were working in that little music shop in Nashville you've met Jake. He was there almost every weekend renting out a huge variety of guitars and basses. Jake always wanted to talk to you, even though he almost never had enough time to do so.

And when you weren't there, he let your coworkers give you little handwritten notes with questions or random stuff that were going through his brain.

He never failed to make you smile.

You felt Jake's hand in yours and he patiently smiled at you before he led you to your designated bowling alley.

„I love the way you're always in your head after giving away compliments to strangers." Jake said with a soft voice.

You looked at him while he smiled to himself. „Stalker!" you laughed and softly shoved him.

When you arrived at your Bowling Lane for the night, Jake typed in your names in the little computer. You sat down and looked at the drinks menu, deciding that a little alcohol would be the right perfect way to go.

Shortly after Jake was done, the waiter came and you ordered for the both of you, knowing exactly what he would want to drink.

"Ready to get destroyed?" Jake asked and wiggled his eyebrows with a devilish smile.

"Uuh cocky." You smiled and got up from your seat. "Let's hit it."

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„I absolutely destroyed you there you know that?" the satisfaction of winning against Jake made your cheeks hot and your heart pumping in your chest.

„I'm never going again! It's not fair how good you are!" he playfully whined and slowed down in his steps.

You didn't notice as you kept walking to your car. You felt so happy, this whole evening making up all the stress from the last couple of weeks.

Your slightly drunk mind was still singing that one song that the bowling center played in the background and you started dancing on the sidewalk. You hummed the melody of the song and let your arms sway from side to side. As you turned around while dancing you caught Jake standing still with his phone pointed at you.

He sheepishly smiled at you and stored it in his back pocket before making his way to you. As he came closer, you tilted your head up and put your hands on your hips.

„Did you just film me?" you said and squinted your eyes at him.

Jake came to a stop, just millimeters from your body and you could feel his breath on your skin.

„I wanted to keep this as a memory." he whispered and put his hands around your shoulders.

You smiled and layed your head on his chest, his heart producing a steady beat. „Oh Jakey... thank you so much for tonight" you sighed and closed your eyes.

„Not for this Angel." Jake smiled and softly kissed your head.

When you released yourself from the hug, he let one arm laying around your shoulder as you continued your way to the car.

„Oh did I tell you about how I absolutely ended your bowling career?" you started again and the vibrations of his laughter shook both of your bodies.

„You're going to hold that against me forever, aren't you?" he said while smiling down at you.

„Oh absolutely I will."

[binarysunset17]

Do yall think Josh got flowers for valentines day? 🥰🌸 lil kisses and flowers😭😭✊ smilin with his lil dipples and tooth gap ✋🥺🥺😭😭

[hellish-cruelty]

Of lost chances, forbidden love and remorse.

It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Films in frame: Past lives, La la land, Fleabag, Normal People, In the mood for love, Atonement, Potrait of a lady on fire, Maurice, Blue Valentine, Her

[vanfleeter]

Unchained Melody

Summary: Slow dancing in the living room.

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+. Pure fluff. Implied sex, if you squint super well.

Author's Note: This fluffy blurb wouldn't be what it is without @losfacedevil ❤️

Valentine's Masterlist

As you wash the dishes from dinner, even though Jake insisted that it can all wait to be cleaned tomorrow, you begin to hear soft music playing from the living room.

He’s enticing you. Luring you to him to finish off the night. Smirking to yourself, you continue washing the dishes, grabbing one of the small salad bowls to start scrubbing.

You feel a warm sensation on your hips as his hands glide along the fabric of your dress. His lips gently press to your shoulder as he kisses you.

“Jake..” You warn.

“Come dance with me..” He says as he sways the two of you side to side.

“I need to wash these.”

“I told you that you can wait until tomorrow..”

He slides his hands to your waist before moving down your arms. He dips his hands into the warm, soapy water and grabs your hands. He pulls them out of the water and takes you away from the sink. He dries them off with a towel, being meticulous at drying off every drop of water.

Feeling satisfied he takes your hands again and pulls you out to the living room where he changes the song to a different one. It isn’t often that you find yourself swaying to the rhythm of slow and intimate music. Nor is it often that you find yourself dancing with Jake. He isn’t much of a dancer and he makes it known.

Though as the familiar tune begins to play, you tilt your head back to look at Jake. He flashes you a smile before tugging you into his body.

“This is Josh’s song.” You giggle as he presses your head against his chest.

“Shh..” He hushes. “Tonight it is not.”

You giggle and give in anyways and step in time with Jake as he moves the two of you side to side. He starts to hum along to the music before the words begin to slip from his lips.

Lonely rivers flow

To the sea, to the sea

To the open arms of the sea, yeah

Lonely rivers sigh

"Wait for me, wait for me"

I'll be coming home, wait for me

You smile against his chest which vibrates as he sings. Jake singing is just about as rare as his dancing. You almost never hear him singing unless you catch him in the act whether he’s singing in the shower or singing along to music as it plays while he cooks dinner. So hearing him sing brings a warmth to your chest.

He continues on singing until it drifts it off to mumbles, unsure of what the next words are. It’s a wonder that he doesn’t know them, considering Josh has sung it on stage every night for the last four months.

“And here I thought you knew the words..” You tease.

His hand comes down on your ass in a rough swat as he continues humming. “Words tend to escape me when I’m in your presence.”

You huff a laugh, feeling the vibration of his chest as he laughs himself. “Smooth..” You say lifting your head.

“But I’ll have this song memorized soon enough if Josh keeps singing it..” He grumbles. “You just wait. Eventually you’ll get tired of hearing me sing it.”

You shake your head and tilt your head back again to look at him. “I don’t think I will ever tire of you singing. You have a beautiful voice.”

He playfully rolls his eyes and pushes your head back down onto his chest. “You say that now.. Just wait..”

As the song continues, it increases in volume and he starts singing until it gets to the high notes. His voice cracks and you can’t stifle the giggle in time. He squeezes you tightly in his arms as he powers through it and finishes on a strong note.

“See?”

“Can’t see you when you keep my head pressed to your chest.”

He scoffs and pulls your head up. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He wraps his arms around you again and continues swaying again even though the song has already ended.

“Jake..”

“Shh.. Stay here..”

“But the music..”

“Don’t need music..”

The giggling infects you again and you lay your head back onto his chest. He continues the swaying movement and he starts humming a different song.

When you realize that he’s humming the beginning verses BedRock, you immediately swat at his chest and pull away earning his laughter as reciprocation. “Jacob!”

His head falls back as he laughs. “It came to my head!”

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[leviathanlazarus]

Eat You Up

Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: this is a threeway with HEAVY slash ft. fingering, food play (is that a term? Idk. It's whipped cream. Y'all know I'm not big on fetishes lol), oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex, facial, dirty talking. 18+ only <3

Thanks for the V-Day request, @brokebellsgvf ❤️💕 I spent zero time working yesterday and today. Instead, I wrote this LOL I really hope you enjoy!

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Your heart buzzed with excitement when you opened the front door and stepped onto the beginning of a trail of red and pink rose petals. You bent down to pick one up, feeling the silky softness between your fingers, and smiled to yourself as you imagined what might lie at the end of the trail, undoubtedly in the bedroom–a bottle of champagne, perhaps? A box of chocolates? Or maybe even chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and maybe some strawberries too, since sugar and your boyfriend just went so well together regardless of it being Valentine’s Day or not. But Danny always knew how to make each holiday exceptional, especially Valentine’s Day–he loved every aspect of it, no matter how tacky or commercial, because it meant he had even more of a reason to dote on you, to show how much he adored your and how much he enamored you. 

Too bad he wasn’t home yet, you thought as you dropped your bag and hung up your coat, then walked down the length of the rose petal trail. It would be difficult to not break into whatever was waiting down the hall for you without him, but he’d be home soon enough and then you two had the entire night together, and it wouldn’t be a short one. 

But when you opened the bedroom door and flicked the light on, it wasn’t a pile of romantic gifts on the bed that you saw–it was Sam, spread out and lounging atop a big smattering of those rose petals, and he was chewing on a strawberry in nothing more than a pair of bright red boxers.

“Samuel!” you shouted, bringing a hand to your chest. Totally unexpected in every way, his sudden appearance had given you quite the fright. Sam having his own key to yours and Danny’s place sometimes proved to be a total disruption. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he answered, sitting up and crossing his legs. “And waiting for Daniel.” 

Since you’d been given a moment to catch your breath, you could see the bowl of strawberries next to him and the bottle of champagne, the box of chocolates and a can of whipped cream all on the floor–you’d guessed correctly about those. You just hadn’t guessed right about your boyfriend’s best friend being there too, because that thought had never entered your mind.

“What? Why?” you asked, remaining standing in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest. You loved Sam with all your heart, but Danny had your heart and soul, and you’d really been looking forward to Valentine’s Day with JUST your boyfriend. 

“He said he didn’t want you to have to spend one single minute of Valentine’s day alone,” Sam told you, then patted the empty space next to him. “Join me, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for fucking ever.”

“Sam, you know I get off work at five,” you replied, still motionless and still feeling bristly from this unexpected turn of events. All day, you’d been thinking about Danny, not his best friend.

“Ah, that’s right. I forgot.” Sam grinned, those Bambi eyes turning scandalous as he looked at you. “Well, between now and whenever Danny gets home, I could also get you off for real. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

You sighed with more irritation than was sincere, because a tingle was already between your legs at the thought of that and at the image of Sam before you, always so beautiful even when he was annoying and obscenely intrusive. It wouldn’t be cheating. You and Danny had an arrangement–both of you could fool around with Sam and only Sam whenever you wanted as long as the other knew about it and gave permission. It had never been an issue, primarily because the two of you had always involved Sam together, not separately. Sam proposing some one-on-one time with you was brand new. 

“Did Danny say that was okay? Really?”

Sam nodded fervently. “He said we can do anything and everything until he gets here. So what do ya say?” He gestured to the nightstand lamp that was glowing a soft, warm yellow light. “And turn the light off–you ruined the mood.” 

You considered all of that, lips pursing as you narrowed your eyes at him. You unlocked your phone and swiped to Danny’s number. “I’m gonna call him. Just to be safe,” you said, and you caught Sam rolling his eyes in response. 

“Hey, babe,” Danny said when he picked up, so casual–like he hadn’t orchestrated all of this. So had he really?

“Hello, my love. I have a quick question,” you said, eyeing Sam, who looked way too comfortable nearly naked and on your bed without Danny. “Did you really invite Sam over here?”

Danny laughed. “Yeah, I did. It was a surprise! I just didn’t want you to be alone. But I’ll be home soon.” His pitch dropped and his words slowed just a bit as he asked, “Are you guys having a good time?”

You were in shock all over again, but at least Sam hadn’t been sneaky about any of this. Well, so it seemed. You still had some questions: “So you’re okay with us…killing some time together? Just the two of us?”

Sam grinned in front of you, leaning back on his elbows against the mattress, while Danny said, “Sure. Just one thing–hands only.”

“Oh?” you chirped, glancing down at Sam’s big yet graceful and lithe hands spread out over the comforter. 

“Kissing is also allowed,” Danny told you. Even though he was talking about you and Sam, his voice had returned to being deep and seductive, making that tingle between your legs return. “But not down there. You know? Not until I come home, anyway.”

Before you could reply, Sam chimed in with, “Ask him if we can drink the champagne.”

“I heard that. Tell him no,” Danny answered. “And don’t tell him about the other bottle in the fridge. All good, princess?”

“Yes, all good. This was all just so surprising,” you admitted. “How much longer ‘til you’re home?”

“Probably another hour. I’ll text you when I leave but I, personally, won’t be surprised if you don’t check your phone.” Danny let out a soft chuckle before he added, “Have fun. Just not too much fun.”

“Okay. Love you,” you said, only hanging up after Danny said it right back. Suddenly you were a bundle of nerves with this new venture, and you wished you could crack into the champagne without Sam hogging it for himself. Instead, you reminded yourself that this was just Sam, one of your best friends, Danny’s own best friend, and someone you’d already kissed and touched more than enough times to be comfortable with doing all that again.

“Danny said to save the champagne,” you said as you flipped the ceiling light off. Then you were stepping forward; Sam was watching, eyebrows slightly raised. “He also said hands only.”

Sam tsked and rolled his eyes again. “Oh, come on.” 

You were directly in front of him now; you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Those are the rules, Sammy, and we’re gonna follow ‘em.”

Sam’s head turned, his eyes landing on your right hand on his shoulder; when he looked back up at you, dark eyes wide with what you surmised as his own version of surprise, his visage of smugness totally fell away. That was all it took for your nerves to cool off, and it didn’t take more than a few moments until you were also just in your undergarments, the two of you lying on the bed with your hands all over one another. Things always moved quickly when Sam was around.

“No special V-day lingerie?” he asked as he ran one finger down your bra strap. He was on top, straddling you, and his apparent erection was tenting his boxers and pressing right into your thigh. 

“I was going to put something on,” you said. “But just for my boyfriend.” It was true–you had a matching set of red and pink lace tucked away in the dresser. Instead, you were now still in basic black, though you knew that it was nothing for Sam to complain about. He was lucky to see you in anything–or nothing–at all, especially with Danny being absent. 

“I’m your boyfriend right now,” Sam replied, slick and easy, and you laughed and shook your head. He chuckled and brought his hands lower to squeeze your breasts, making your heartbeat speed up. “What do you think he’s gonna wear for you? Do you think he’s got some sexy briefs on right now or something?”

You looked up behind yourself, thinking about it for a moment, imagining what Danny truly might be wearing beneath his innocent blue jeans. “Maybe. He’s clearly full of surprises. Besides, he might want to top what he wore for me last year.”

Sam wiggled on top of you a little bit. “What’d he wear last year?”

You could still see it so clearly in your mind. “A purple crushed velvet g-string.”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “He did not.”

You laughed and ran your hands up and down Sam’s arms. “He did! It was made for men, but it still barely covered his junk. I loved it. It was also totally unexpected.”

Sam hummed in thought before he said, “Yeah. Danny does have a really big cock.”

It’d been a while since you’d heard Sam say that word, and it had the same effect on you as it always did–sweeping arousal that made you blush furiously. You could feel the flush spreading up your chest to your neck and face, and Sam, of course, took note. He bent down, cupping your face in his hands, and pressed a long, soft kiss to your lips. 

Although it had taken only seconds for Sam to help you strip down to your bra and panties and climb on top of you, his kisses remained slow and lingering–also surprising. It was as if he was a little nervous too, though he was skilled at playing it off and masquerading as confident, even cocky. Instead of the rushed, over-eager gnashing of teeth and tongue you’d imagined, he was gentle and considering with each brush of his lips and small swipe of his tongue; his hands were the same along your body, with those longer fingers dancing over your skin, his palms skating gracefully over the the planes and curves of your muscles and flesh. 

You reciprocated, touching him wherever you could. Sam’s shoulders were slighter than Danny’s and his back was narrower and, unencumbered by anyone else, you were able to touch him completely freely. His skin was satiny and warm, inviting beneath your fingers, which slipped lower and lower, traveling down his waist, over his belly, then finally to linger at the elastic waistband of his boxers.

“Should I take them off?” Sam asked, his lips pressed against your chin while the kisses were paused. 

“I think,” you said as you indeed thought about it, quickly coming to a conclusion while Sam ground against you. “We should leave what we have on, on. Let Danny unwrap us both when he gets home. It’s the least we can do.”

Sam gave a huff of disapproval, but your hand wrapping around his cock cut the noise short. He sighed with what sounded like relief instead and nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath warm against your ear as he said, “Fair enough. A few scraps of fabric have never truly impeded me.” 

“You hate clothes,” you said with a small laugh. You caressed Sam’s upper back with one hand while the other still managed to stroke him down below, the weight and structure of his dick still very obvious in your hand despite the layer of cotton acting as a barrier. 

“Yeah, but I like you enough to respect your wishes.” Sam hummed and humped into your hand as his nose brushed against the side of your neck. “This feels good, but you sliding your hand down there might feel better.”

To spare him from chafing and ruining the whole night, you obliged and, when you did, Sam reciprocated by slipping his fingers beneath the top of your panties. Though the contact was expected, your breath still hitched at the sensation, then a quiet moan slipped out when Sam’s middle finger slid right over your clit. 

It was a little funny, or that was the best word you could come up with in your Sam-filled haze, that just as you were fully relaxing into everything, Sam said, “This is kinda weird without him, isn’t it?” You didn’t have time to reply before he deliberately circled your clit and went on: “If Danny was here now, what do you think he’d be doing?”

It didn’t take long to conjure the image in your head which you relayed to Sam: “I’d have my head in his lap…and he’d be leaning over me to kiss you.”

Sam popped up, looking into your eyes now with rejuvenated excitement. “You think so?” He glanced up while his fingers slid down, spreading through your warmth and wetness. “Yeah, I could see that.

Your groin tightened as Sam, seemingly unknowingly, teased you, still looking up as though he were still musing to himself. “Do you like kissing Danny?” you asked, already knowing the answer. Sam never did anything he didn’t want to do, and he had kissed Danny a lot. You were pretty sure the two of them had kissed long before you and Danny had kissed. 

Sam’s eyes met yours, and a tiny smile just barely curled one side of his mouth. “Fuck yeah, I do.” He dove back down to plant a kiss on your mouth–this one was searing, stealing your breath away, and you didn’t doubt the sudden surge of passion was inspired by him just thinking about kissing your boyfriend again. Soon, that would be reality for both of you.

As you fisted Sam’s cock beneath his boxers and the kisses carried on, a dribble of precum helped the slide and you imagined Danny behind him, holding him and kissing his neck. You moaned softly against Sam’s mouth as your imagination kept constructing those pictures behind your closed eyes, and as two of Sam’s fingers slid inside you to curl and pump slowly. 

The slightly distant sound of the front door opening and closing made you both pause. You turned your cheek, breaking your swollen, tender lips away from Sam’s, and Sam also turned his head to listen. When Danny’s gentle footsteps sounded over the wooden floorboards, he looked back down at you with a broad smile, white teeth gleaming. He winked before he rolled off you and laid on his back, tucking his arms behind his head and staring at the open doorway. 

You stood up, legs slightly shaky, and met Danny just before he could step inside the room. He smiled even bigger than Sam had, eyes brightening as soon as he looked at you, and scooped you into a tight hug with his face pressed into your hair.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” you said against his shoulder. One of Danny’s hands trailed down your waist to your ass, giving it a squeeze, and you sighed. You leaned back and reached to touch his face, guiding it to yours, and the kiss your boyfriend gave you felt like the only gift you really needed. Everything else was a bonus.

Danny pulled back, that one hand still on your ass while the other caressed your hair and the nape of your neck. “Happy Valentine’s day, babe. What have I been missing?”

“We’ve been thinking about you, big man,” Sam announced from the bed, and Danny peered past you to look at him. You pivoted to lean against Danny’s side and look back at his best friend. 

Danny laughed, but you caught him also blatantly raking his eyes up and down Sam’s long, nearly-naked form, then your own. “Red boxers, Sam–so festive.”

Sam held his hands up over his head. “You said hands only, so I kept them on.” 

“Appreciate it,” Danny said, hooking his arm around your waist and holding you close, his eyes still fixed on Sam.

“We have to get your clothes off,” you declared, revved up by just the unwavering and smoldering eye contact those two boys were sharing. You tugged at the hem of Danny’s sweater, lifting it up past his stomach, then Sam was shifting in your peripheral vision. A second later he was standing there next to you, unbuckling Danny’s belt as you got the sweater completely up and over his head. 

Once Danny’s upper body was clothing-free and his jeans were being yanked down by Sam, he grabbed a handful of Sam’s hair and pulled him up. You watched, thighs pressing together with an ache, as Danny enraptured his mouth–he held the side of Sam’s sharp, pretty face while their lips moved together and a slip of their tongues interrupted, and Sam’s hands gripped Danny’s hips tight, his fingers digging into his lower back. 

You and Sam ended up both swarming Danny with hands and mouths; Danny had to cajole the two of you to the bed and he ended up on his back with you on one side, Sam on the other. Both the boys’ boxers were discarded, then Danny’s hands were back on you, tearing your panties away and unhooking your bra. 

“I waited all day for this,” Danny said, cupping the back of your head and bringing you closer for a sweet kiss that made you melt against him. 

“Me fucking too,” you heard Sam say, then you glanced toward him, watching him latch his mouth to Danny’s neck. His hand roamed down Danny’s body to grab his cock and Danny gasped while he threw his spare arm out to clasp Sam’s shoulders. 

“I still can’t believe you guys planned this without me,” you said, sliding down the bed on your knees. You pulled one of Danny’s legs to the side to kneel between them, giving Sam another minute of stroking your boyfriend’s cock before you knocked him away and took it over for yourself. 

“We both felt pretty confident you’d be into it,” Danny explained, then exhaled deeply. He was idly running his fingers over Sam’s shoulder while he watched you jerk him off, then his thighs quivered around you when you sent a trail of saliva dripping down over the head of his cock. “Oh fuck,” Danny said softly, transfixed on you for another moment until he looked at Sam, Danny’s dark eyelashes fluttering while Sam stared right back at him and licked his lips. Sam’s hands found Danny’s chest, fingers toying with his nipples while he leaned forward and stole your boyfriend away into a sequence of heated kisses that made that ache in your belly intensify.

You just couldn’t take much more. It’d been a while since the three of you had gotten together like this, and you hadn’t clearly remembered how viscerally turned on and bewitched just watching those two made you. Their kisses were fluid and full of passion, so much history and love between them that, every once in a while, got the most profound physical outlet and expression–how could you be even slightly annoyed at Sam’s interruption of Valentine’s Day when what you were witnessing was so beautiful?

A few more strokes, then you were hiking yourself over Danny’s hips and sinking down onto his spit-slick cock. Neither he nor Sam expected it–Danny groaned, peeling himself away from Sam’s flurry of kisses, and both of them were looking at you now. You had to glance away for a second, biting your lip as Danny’s impressive size stretched you out and instantly hit all the little sensitive spots–the extension of your tender pussy lips, the slight brush of his shaft against your clit, the jab of the head of his cock against your g-spot when you leaned forward. Everything sent shudders and tingles up your spine.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, hands planted firmly on Danny’s chest, then you were whisked away by his hands on your waist and his mouth on your cheek. Soft kisses spread over your face to your mouth, then everything was interrupted by a sharp grunt.

“And you think I move fast!” Sam remarked with a hand in Danny’s hair, tugging it hard enough to make your boyfriend wince and grunt again.

Danny’s hands flailed upwards to cease Sam’s torment. “Jeez, Sam. Chill with that. Tell me what you want.”

Sam looked down at him with a grin. “The whipped cream.” Before either you or Danny could reply, Sam hopped off the bed, dick swinging, and retrieved the can of it, nearly forgotten, from the foot of the bed. 

Danny’s eyes found yours, his hands gentle on your waist. “What do you think he’s gonna do with that?”

“Eat you up, apparently,” you replied, because Sam was working fast too. He shook the can and uncapped it, then sprayed a line of foamy, white cream up Danny’s sternum and neck.

“That’s right,” Sam agreed, bending down to drag the tip of his tongue through just a little bit of it over Danny’s chest. Then he straightened and pulled you into a kiss, knocking you forward more; you gasped sharply at the pressure of Danny’s cock inside you, then Sam said, “And you are too, right?” 

Well, how could you not? Danny had clearly thought about using that whipped cream for more than just strawberries too, and though it was strange, the perfect white cream that was already starting to melt over his golden skin and through his dark chest hair did make him look even more delectable. 

You bent down too, licking up his sternum, getting him clean, then licked up the streak of whipped cream from the warm column of his neck. You could feel one of Sam’s hands in your hair while Danny’s hands moved down to squeeze your ass again; when you were sliding your tongue up the underside of Danny’s chin, you felt him pulled to the side. Sam was the culprit again–his other hand was caught in Danny’s curls, tugging him closer, and then his hand in your hair was gone to wrap around his own cock instead.

“Oh my god,” you said, transfixed as Sam squirted some whipped cream onto the head of his cock and Danny wasted no time. He swapped one of his hands for Sam’s ass too, urging him forward while he stuck his tongue out; he slid it around Sam’s sweetened cock, slurping the whipped cream up, then Sam pushed forward, sliding himself deeper into Danny’s mouth. 

Sam’s head tilted back, his lips parted in ecstasy, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. “Fuck yeah, Danny. Show her how much you love sucking my dick.” You trembled on top of Danny, feeling paralyzed and so tight with red-hot arousal. Your own mouth fell open in endless surprise when Sam, dropping his head forward, hair hanging in his face, went on with, “Fuck up into Y/N while you suck me off, okay, beautiful?”

Danny could only let out a stifled moan in response. You were stuck on studying both of their faces–Sam’s plush, pink lips still parted as he gazed down at Danny, his dark eyes even darker with stormy arousal. Danny’s long lashes were pressed beneath his eyes, his strong brows knitted slightly with his effort, his cheeks hollowed. Beneath your hands, you could see his chest was flushed and still a little shiny with leftover spit and remnants of that whipped cream, then you saw his ribs press against his skin when his hips shoved up, taking Sam’s request seriously. He started to fuck up into you and a moan tore out of your chest, and one hand flung out to grab Sam’s arm.

Sam twisted his upper body to meet you, his long fingers finding your cheek, stroking your own heated skin, then tangling in your hair. You made him taste the whipped cream on your lips and tongue and swallow your shallow moans as Danny kept thrusting upward, apparently unencumbered by the dick in his mouth. His hand on your ass found your clit, his thumb brushing over it while his fingers splayed over your belly, and Sam began to moan more freely too while he was, undoubtedly, brought closer and closer to the pinnacle of his pleasure.

Suddenly Sam hissed and shook himself away from you. His head fell back again and his entire body was shuddering while he tugged on your hair and tugged on Danny’s with the other; you saw Danny’s eyes open and look up at him. That shared, prolific stare and Danny’s thumb circling your clit with his hard cock deep inside you, repeatedly jutting against your walls, had you mentally scrambled and physically in shambles. 

Danny popped off Sam’s dick to say, “Oh man. You two are gonna come at the same time, aren’t you?” and that expert prediction was timed perfectly with your shuddering orgasm, your pussy squeezing tight around Danny, and Sam’s very vocalized one to match. As Danny jerked him off and gave little licks to the tip of his cock, Sam huffed and groaned, whimpered and whined, and as the aftershocks of your own orgasm were running through you, another, wilder shock shot through as Sam came all over Danny’s face and into his mouth.

Everything seemed beyond your control, really–Sam and Danny were such an enchanting duo that you were lost, wrapped up in them, uninhibited and free to feel as much as you wanted. And there was a lot to feel, and a lot to give, and one thing you thought Danny deserved was to feel just a little less messy. Though he really did look beautiful like that, Sam’s cum painted over his cheekbone and jaw, a dribble caught on his bottom lip, so you took in the image for another moment before you lowered yourself and licked all of it away.

“Wow, Sammy,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You wanted to give more, to ride Danny now and make HIM come, but your whole body felt like jelly. “You taste better than I remember.”

“Clean living,” Sam said breathlessly, his eyes still closed, staying closed as he collapsed back onto the bed next to Danny in a heap. He seemed to forego that clean living for now, because he opened his eyes and reached for the whipped cream to uncap it and spray a heaping glob of it into his mouth. He turned and blinked slowly at Danny as he swallowed, then said, “Why didn’t you finish?”

“I was close,” Danny said. You were going to offer to get him there as you were, still clenching around his cock and steady over his hips, but he rolled you over instead. He started to move his hips again, giving shallow but dense thrusts into you; he whipped his head to the side to look at Sam and added, “You shooting your load all over my face distracted me.”

Sam snorted and crawled over to meet the two of you, his hair hanging above your face, his throat bobbing slightly as he tilted his chin up and replied with, “You loved it, Daniel.” Then he peered down at you and touched your forehead, petting your hair back, as you caressed Danny’s biceps and hooked your legs around his hips. “But I won’t be insulted when you love coming inside Y/N even more.”

Danny chuckled, then he gritted out, “God–fuck!” You chuckled too, gazing up at him, who was only blatantly blasphemous while in bed. As his own warm slick filled you up, you pulled him down and let him pant in your ear as you kissed and nibbled on his neck, then down to his shoulder, letting his thrusts die down into tiny rocking motions. 

You wished you could see what Sam saw too, though–how Danny’s traps locked up for a second, how his shoulders squared before slumping, how his thighs and ass tightened just as his cock and balls swelled before softening. But what you actually saw was good as well, even more so when Danny lifted himself up and smiled at you–that perfect, charming, sweet-as-sugar smile was the cherry on top. 

Or maybe the strawberry, which Sam was eating another one of, coming back to life in full lines, shapes and color once Danny moved off you and took you in his arms. Sam met you two against the headboard, leaning on your right side as Danny leaned on your left, and topped a strawberry with whipped cream before he extended his hand to feed it to you. You chewed and relaxed between your boys; Sam prepared another strawberry and passed it off to Danny.

“So can we open that champagne now?” Sam asked, resting his head on your shoulder. “Or are you guys gonna kick me out now for your own little love fest?”

You exchanged a glance with Danny, who then leaned forward and said to Sam, “I mean, you’re already here. You could stick around for a while longer.”

“And yes, we can open the champagne,” you added, to which Sam gave a victorious smile.

“Excellent,” he said with a contented sigh. A moment of bizarrely comfortable silence passed between you three unorthodox, codependent, brazen and deeply adoring people before he asked, “Does this mean I can see you in that lingerie?”

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Saccharine

Daniel x Fem OC

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (m receiving) penetrative sex, teasing, use of 'daddy' / daddy kink, Fluff and other cute things as well.

Word Count: 4.4k (4444 to be exact ���)

Author's Note: Couldn't get this idea out of my brain after I made that Valentine's Day post! Just thought it would be a little too cute.

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Saccharine (adjective): 1. excessively sweet or sentimental.

Daniel POV

“Please, Daniel, just tell me where we’re going.” She huffs as she crosses her arms. “You know how I do with surprises.” 

“We both know that’s a lie, Melody. We’re almost there anyways.” I laugh as I squeeze her thigh. 

It doesn’t take us long before we’re pulling into her surprise. I catch her constantly looking up recipes and watching videos of bakers online. I’m so excited that I’ve nailed this Valentine’s Day date that it feels like I’m having heart palpitations when I reach Melody's door. I can’t wait to see my girl’s face when she figures out what we’re doing. 

“Are you okay?” I snap back to reality quickly to her looking at me with a concerned look. I can’t help but laugh and press a quick kiss to her forehead before holding out my hand to help her out of the car. 

“Just excited for our date, Ducky.” 

“I’d be more excited if you’d tell me what we’re doing.” The sentence comes out through her gritted teeth. 

“Haven’t you learned just to trust me?” I open the door and place my hand on the small of her back to guide her through. As soon as the sweet, sweet smell of baked goods hits our noses, she halts to a complete stop. “Something wrong?” 

“Are we where I think we are?” Her hazel eyes light up in anticipation as she pulls my hand. 

“You’ll just have to see.” I pop my shoulders but can’t help the smile that starts to appear on my face. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” 

We continued down a long brick hallway until we reached a door with delicate cursive on the glass. I watch Melody’s high ponytail of curls tilt to the side as she starts to piece together where we are. I let my eyes travel down my girl. Her soft red dress hit mid-thigh, and as soon as she came out of the bedroom this morning, I had to fight the urge to tell her we were staying home. Paired with her green denim jacket and short Doc Martens, my dream girl looks every bit of the dream that she is. She turns and catches me checking her out; I don’t make any attempt to hide it. 

“Mr. Wagner. This is no place to check out my ass when there are sweets on the other side of this door. Rosemary’s Confectionery? Seriously?” Melody’s arms wrap around my waist and squeeze tight; an involuntary groan escapes my lips as I wrap mine around her shoulders. “Her cinnamon rolls are my favorite. I’ve been trying to figure out the recipe for years. Daniel.” 

I simply stick two fingers under her chin and press my lips to hers, enjoying her speechless moment. I turn her back to face the door, reaching around her to knock on the door. It doesn’t take long for a small older woman to answer the door. 

“Mrs. Lennox, thank you for taking the time today-“ I begin before she quickly cuts me off with a wave. 

“I told you on the phone, Daniel, call me Rosemary. I insist.” I watch her smile at my girl. “You, my beautiful dear, must be Melody. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Daniel. I hope you don’t mind me saying I’m quite excited for this afternoon; it’s been some time since I’ve taught a class. I hope I’m not too rusty.” 

“Thank you for having us today, Rosemary.” I watch as Melody takes Rosemary’s hands in hers. The women have a quiet moment before Melody continues. “You make some of mine and our daughter’s favorite sweets. I’m excited for this afternoon, too; anything you teach us will be perfect.” 

Our daughter.  My heart stops every time I hear that phrase used regarding her ours. 

“Then there’s no time to waste, sweetheart!” Rosemary takes Melody by the hand, leading her further inside her studio. “Tell me more about your girl.”

This room is more significant than I thought, with its brick walls and tall windows, but Rosemary looks right at home. She walks over to a wall lined with different-sized aprons and finds my girl a soft green one that matches her outfit. I watch her excitedly throw it over her head, quick to get her curls out from under the neck strap. It wasn’t long before I saw Melody walking back towards me with a darker green apron. 

“Matches your eyes.” She says as she pops up on her toes to kiss me on the chin. I wasted no time swinging it over my head and turning to let her tie it for me. Once fully secured, I turn back to reach my hand to Mel’s cheek and place a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Well, aren’t you two just perfection.” Rosemary's voice almost startled me, forgetting where we were momentarily. 

“It’s all my girl, Rosemary. I’m just lucky enough to be here.” I wink at Rosemary, but my eyes never leave my girl. 

“Let’s get started. We can talk while the dough proofs.” 

I thought this would be me sitting back, watching Melody and Rosemary buzz around her kitchen, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was wrong. Very, very wrong. 

“Daniel, make sure all of those raspberries are smushed to bits. We need them to be very spreadable, dear.” Rosemary calls out from where she and Melody have been working on our dough. She didn’t even turn to look at me to know I had slowly stopped, distracted by a particular someone’s round ass and short dress. I try to focus back on the half-smashed berries before me, curious how a dessert cinnamon roll would even work. Is it even called a cinnamon roll if there’s no cinnamon inside? 

“Hey, Rosemary,” I call out, watching both women turn to me. Instantly, I regret what I’m about to say and feel stupid, but I can’t help it now. “Do you still call the raspberry cinnamon roll a cinnamon roll?” As I finished my question, my head naturally lolled to the side, and Melody’s laugh rang out through the air.

“No, dear, I don’t call them cinnamon rolls. I lovingly refer to them as raspberry rolls since they have raspberries.” My cheeks get hot as Rosemary finishes her explanation, seemingly taking extra time to really dumb it down for me. 

“That definitely makes sense.” My hand goes to my head as I involuntarily pull at my hair. 

“Any other questions, Daniel?” Melody’s tone is sarcastic and teasing; I expect nothing less. Since I’m already on a roll, I continue. 

“If I have your undivided attention. Are cinnamon rolls technically considered a dessert? If so, why do we eat them at breakfast?” 

Melody turns her entire body to Rosemary. “This is why he’s good with Iris. They ask the same questions.” Her sentence ends with a laugh. “I promise we can trust him with knives; we’ve already been over that safety course.” They both laugh at that and turn back to the dough, ignoring my questions. Fair.

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The small workspace is filled with the smell of warm, fruity baked goods. I lean against the freshly cleaned counter as I watch Melody separate and place our warm delicacies into individual boxes, complete with an entire container of that delicious icing. 

“Thank you for today, Rosemary. It was truly a pleasure to spend time and learn from you.” The small woman leans in for a hug, which I eagerly return. “We’ll definitely be making these until the end of time.” 

“I promise I’ll bring Iris by so you can meet her. She’d love it here.” I watch as Melody goes in for her hug with Rosemary. The embrace is tender, so tender I find my throat getting tight that I have to look away. “Ready to get going, Daniel? I’m excited to show our girl what we made today.” 

“Absolutely.” I grab her waist and bring her to me to kiss her forehead before grabbing our boxes of edible treasure. “Thank you again, Rosemary. Seriously.” 

“The pleasure was mine. You two remind me of the love I shared with my Arnold. Please come by anytime. Melody, I’ll be expecting you and Iris soon. You have my number. Drive safe out there.” She grabs Melody’s hand a final time before letting us head out. 

The cold February air is brutal once we eventually hit the outdoors. I watch as Melody shivers, takes her scarf, and pulls it up past her nose, leaving only her hazel eyes visible. 

“Fuck, why do we live where it hurts my face? I miss the sun.” 

“We live here because we wouldn’t last a day where there are bugs bigger than your hand.” 

“Right, how do Australians even survive? Absolutely not.” I can’t help but laugh at her as I find my keys in my pocket and hit the automatic starter to my car. I made Sam help me install my automatic starter shortly after Melody moved in. With the precious cargo I have these days, I can’t afford to wait for my car to warm up or my girls to be cold. Once Melody spots the headlights on our car, she starts to run. 

“Sweet, sweet warmth!” She screams as she barrels towards our car. I’ve already learned that I should unlock the car on winter days. She doesn’t wait for me to open her door when that’s all that separates her from regulating her body temperature. Once I reach the car, I place the baked goods next to Iris’s car seat, which has permanent residence in the backseat. 

“Way to leave me in the snow,” I say as I settle into the driver's seat, shoving my hands in front of the heaters to try and warm my icicle fingers. 

“Sorry, baby. You know how it goes.” I look over to her and see she’s already removed her scarf. “I’m also excited to get home and have our treats.”

“How do you even have room for more? I watched you try one of each, and you wouldn’t share.”

“One, how dare you judge me. And two, do you see this figure?” Her hands fan down her body. “Strictly run on baked goods. I was doomed when you brought us to Rosemary’s, and you knew that.” 

“You never cease to amaze me.” 

“That’s much better.” Her laugh, my favorite noise, fills the car. I reach over to place my hand on her cheek and bring her lips to mine. Her hands quickly find the sides of my jacket, trying to pull me closer over the center console. I nip once, twice on her bottom lip before running my tongue along it, just to be met by hers. We make out for a minute or two in the front seat before she pulls away. “Thank you for today, Daniel. I had a lot of fun.” 

“Who says it’s over?” I let my grin take over my face as I watched the gears in her brain turn. “Buckle up, Ducky. We have plans.” I take the stunned silence as my opportunity to start driving. It isn’t until we hit the highway that Melody finally says something.

“Where are we going?”

“Classified.” I see her cross her arms out of the corner of my eye.

“Where’s Iris?” Melody’s head is fully turned to face me, one eyebrow raised. 

“Sleepover with Gramps, complete with her new doll.” 

“How did you get a secret from my dad?” 

“Easy; no grandparent says no to a night with their favorite grandkid.” I also brought him cinnamon rolls from Rosemary’s last week. I also ensured he had all our streaming logins but omitted those facts. I glance over to her, who still has a skeptical look. “Just relax, baby. I got this.” 

Like our daughter, Melody has a wild ability to fall asleep in any moving car. We made it about half an hour before it got a little too quiet, and that’s when I realized. I trace small circles on her open skin where my hand rests on her thigh as I drive us through wooded backroads. The GPS on my phone says we are about ten minutes from our destination, and I hope I don’t miss it. The sun is starting to set, and if I miss this driveway, I’ll have to double back in the dark, and I just want this drive to be over. Thankfully, the driveway is so well-marked I have no issue just pulling right into our overnight getaway. 

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A small, modern black cabin sits in a wooded clearing softly lit by the setting sun. Melody has been sending me these Instagram posts from this company that has these across the country, and I just knew it would be perfect for tonight. I softly grip her leg and shake it lightly, helping her wake up. Her hands fly up to her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. She blinks several times and looks around until her eyes set on the cabin. 

“Daniel is this-”

“There’s only one way to find out, Melody.”  She grins at me, her wild, happy grin, and I can’t help but return it. “Our bag’s in the trunk. The code should be our anniversary. Unlock the door for us, and I’ll meet you inside?” 

She’s out of the car and racing to the front door before I can say anything else. I laugh, grab our bag and goodies, and race inside after her. When I make my way in, I see Melody taking off her jacket while taking in the cabin. 

The slender cabin is covered in rich woods and white linens, and near the front door is a small kitchen area perfect for warming our cinnamon rolls later on. The bed on the opposite end of the cabin is a king-sized behemoth in front of an equally behemoth-sized window. That window, I assumed would be a problem, but we’re the only cabin around for miles. Standing in the middle of the room, she looks angelic, glancing at every little thing. 

“Is it good?” I ask her as I set down our things and remove my jacket. 

“I can’t believe you did this.” She says as she makes her way to me. Her arms snake around my waist and pull me close. I place my hands on her jaw. “It’s more than good, thank  you.” I bring her lips to mine, eager to taste her. 

My girl must feel the same way because the moment our lips connect, her hands tighten on my sweater. I tilt her jaw up for better access and slowly let my hand trail down her neck. A delicious moan sneaks past her lips that I want to devour. My hand softly settles at the base of her neck as the other makes its way to her ass. The way the fabric of her dress is, it slides in my hands giving me easy access to direct skin. I sink my fingers in, which grants me another moan from her. 

Moving my lips to her ear, I say, “I love this fucking dress.” A soft nip to her ear. “Did you wear it to drive me crazy today?”

“Yes,” she rushes out as her head bobs. “I knew it would work.” My confident fucking girl. 

I softly push her back onto the bed and greet the tip of her dress with my fingers. I kiss her inner thighs as I slowly move my hands up, taking the hem of her dress with them. When I finally expose her, a devilish grin becomes plastered. 

“You truly are some sort of witch, baby.” I can’t take my eyes off of her soft pink lace thong. The way it makes her skin look more rich is making me salivate. 

“Keep unwrapping your present, Daniel.” Melody’s voice is dark and low, contrasting what she usually sounds like. I’m obsessed with the fact that only I get to witness this side of her. I keep sliding her dress up until it’s over her head. She lays before me in a matching pink set, looking fucking delectable. Her dark curls fan around her as her hazel eyes watch me take her in. 

“I am one lucky man.” I say as I tear my dark blue sweater over my head. My hands fall to my belt buckle and start to unfasten it, and I watch her eyes drop down. “I have an idea, hold on baby.” I turn away from her towards the other end of the cabin, where the kitchen area starts. 

“You’re going to make me wait and go to the kitchen? Do you remember the last time you were alone in a kitchen?” My head whips back towards Melody’s direction, where she’s now sitting up and watching me with a smirk on her face. 

“I’m fine in the kitchen, thank you.”

“And that’s why we aren’t in charge of holiday dinners anymore?” 

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it tonight.” With the icing container in my hand, I race over to where she sits, and her squeals fill the air. Quickly, I place the container on the bedside table as I approach my girl. “You think you can bring up the Great Holiday Disaster at a time like this?” I get onto my knees in front of her. I let my breath hit right between her thighs and watched her pelvis jerk up, trying to get any form of reciprocation from me. “You know that’s a sensitive subject.” I kiss the very top of her pelvis over her underwear and pull away to stand over her. 

Melody whines in protest, “Baby, please. I need you.” 

“Should’ve thought about that before you let your attitude run wild. There will be consequences, baby.” I watch her eyes dart to my side, then back to me with a mischievous glint; whatever she’s about to do can’t be good.

“I think I know how to make it up to you, Daddy.” She’s on all fours now, crawling towards me. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back and growl. She knows exactly what she’s up to. It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees on the bed before me, fiddling with the sides of my belt buckle. 

“Melody,” my voice is low in warning. My girl, however, is unphased. She looks up at me through her long dark lashes that I swear make her eyes look more green than hazel from this angle, and I groan. “You’re treading dangerous waters now.” 

“Am I?” She says as she fully undoes my belt and moves to the button of my pants. My erection is pressing so tightly against the zipper on my jeans that there’s no way she doesn’t notice it. Like she can read my mind, she undoes the button and lets her thumb lightly graze the top of the head of my penis. 

“Fuck me,” is all I can say as I start to gather her curls wanting to see her face. She presses a kiss right above where my boxer briefs meet my skin, and I swear I feel myself set on fire. 

“I plan to,” she quickly quips back. “Lay down, baby. Let me make it up to you.” Her voice is angelic and soft. I can’t help but follow her instructions. I crawl up towards the head of the bed and sit like a king as I watch her walk around the small space. I’m enjoying the view of her perky ass and the way her back flexes as she puts her curls into a high ponytail when she turns with the icing container in hand. Melody makes her way back to me with a devilish look. I just get harder thinking about what she might do. 

“Take your pants off for me, Daniel.” I quickly oblige, fumbling over the zipper and pulling them off. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since we made the icing earlier.” She kneels between my legs. “Can you take off your undershirt for me, Daddy?” I swear I start to become incoherent as I listen to her and jerk off my shirt, too eager to see what’s coming next.  

Melody bends down and presses a kiss on the band of my boxer briefs, and as I’m about to protest the tease, her tan manicured finger curls around the top of the band and starts to pull down. Her eyes stay on my face the entire time she pulls them down my legs, flitting only to my now-free erection. She takes the top of the icing container off and hovers over my chest. 

“I’m ready for my dessert,” she says as she starts to slowly pour the runny icing down the center of my chest, leading to my aching cock. She’s focused as she makes her icing trail, her eyes getting darker as she reaches my erection. I jump slightly when the cool icing touches me, but Melody leaves her other hand on me as a comforting touch of warmth. When she does reach my erection, she carefully pours it right on the head so it drips down all sides of me. 

“You look fucking delicious.” Melody’s lips attach to my chest first, and I moan. Her warm tongue laps up the icing while playing with my nipple. She nips at it once before giving the other equal attention. I watch her as she moves right above my belly button and lays her tongue flat on me, licking the rest of the icing off my chest in one long, languid stroke. “You are fucking delicious. God, Daniel.” 

She wraps her beautiful dark lips around the head of my cock and licks lightly. My hips buck at the feeling of her, always so perfect. It doesn’t take her long before she’s taking me down the back of her throat, lightly moaning as she works me. 

“Melody, baby,” my voice is harsh as I pull up on her curls. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth; I wanna come in you.” I barely even finish my sentence before my girl climbs on top of me and peels off her own underwear. She places her slit directly on my cock and slowly slides up and down, lubricating me in her wetness. 

“This doesn’t feel like a punishment,” Melody says as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. She teases both of us, bobbing so only my head goes in to pull it back out. I grab her hips and slam her down to the hilt. Her moan rings out. “Baby, yes.” My hands move her hips so she’s lightly grinding against me. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“Your pussy was made only for me,” I say as my hands travel up her body. My fingers graze right under her breasts, the pretty pink lace a stark contrast to her dark nipples, making them look more enticing. 

“I need more, Daniel. Please.”  With that, I flip us over so she’s under me. Taking her left leg, I pull it up towards her chest, giving me better access. 

“Show me how you touch yourself, Melody.” Her hand goes straight to her clit in quick circles while she watches me thrust into her. It doesn’t take long before I start to feel her walls begin to flutter around my cock. “You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes, God, Daniel, pleaseyes,” her moans become more incoherent as my thrusts become sloppy. 

“Come for me; show me how pretty you are when you come.” I slide my free hand up to her neck, lightly squeeze, and feel my girl come undone. I’m right behind her as I thrust once, twice, before my vision starts to black out, and I am still inside of her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I collapse on top of her with my cock still inside and nuzzle into her neck. I feel her koala-like grip around my body as she does the same. We stayed like that for a few moments before I separated myself. I quickly go to the bathroom, take care of myself, and grab a warm washcloth for her, but before I can even turn around, I feel a hand snake around my waist. 

“You should’ve waited in bed, Mel. I was coming back to you.” Her grip only gets tighter from behind.

“Sleepy, want to shower.” She murmurs into my skin. I can’t help but laugh at my girl, turning to face her. In front of me, in all of her naked glory, stands Melody. I take her face and kiss her forehead; her hazel eyes are tired but happy. 

“Okay, how about a bath instead? I don’t think you could stand a shower, love.” 

A happy hum is the only response I get as I watch her eyes close. 

“Sit on the counter for me, I’ll start it for us.” 

I keep my hands on her hips and help her as she hops onto the counter. I feel her eyes on me as I wander around this foreign bathroom. What she doesn’t know, however, is that I already stashed a small bag of our toiletries, including her fancy bath supplies. I watch her eyes light up as she spots the Lush bag in my hand.

“I thought you refused to go into that store alone.”

“Who says I went alone? I might have had a little helper with me. She picked the bath bomb for tonight, too, so you better like it.” 

“Which one did she get?” I say nothing as I hand her the covered bath bomb; she’ll know which one it is as soon as she sees it. Her laugh is loud, almost startling. “You let her get us Sex Bomb? Daniel.”

“What? We have another year until she can read, and she liked the smell.”

“I hate to break this to you, but our girl can definitely read a little. She’s already halfway through kindergarten.” 

“Fuck.” I watch Melody throw it in the tub, then reach out her hands for me. 

“I love the bath bomb, thank you.” 

“That’s why you can’t say it without laughing.”

“Exactly.” 

I turn off the tub, check the temperature, and then pull Melody off the counter. I get into the bath first, position myself at the back, and then hold up my hand to help my girl inside. She easily nestles herself up against me, a perfect puzzle piece. Everything about today, my life, is ideal, and it’s all because of the girl in my arms. 

“Hey, Melody?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

“I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day” 

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Us against it all

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Valentine Hugo, Andre Breton, Tristan Tzara, Greta Knudsen

Exquisite Corpse, Cadavre exquis

1933

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Jake got his tash back, eyeliner back, and his long hair back.

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Cadavre Exquis (c. 1933). Valentine Hugo, André Breton, Tristan Tzara, Greta Knutson.

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Revelation

Summary: Going on a platonic date and being mistaken for being a couple, but things might just change. Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: 18+ as always. Language. Fluff. Light Smut. Kissing. Heated make out. Angst (if you squint really, really hard). Allusions to sex.

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It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Jake to invite you to go to dinner with him. It was usually when he wanted to get out of the house after going completely out of his mind.

So here you are, standing outside your apartment building and waiting for him to show up. And just on time, when he’s usually running late, his car pulls up to the side road. He parks it and gets out to open the passenger door for you.

“Oh how gentleman of you.” You giggle as you climb up inside.

“Don’t get used to it.” He smirks before shutting the car door and jogging back around to his side.

“So..” You say, breaking the comfortable silence in the car. It was never awkward between the two of you, if anything the you two enjoy the silence and just soaking in each other’s presence. “Uh… You already had this planned?”

Jake nods his head. “Had it planned since the new year. It’s a nice place, it's kind of hard to get reservations.. I didn’t want to cancel so I thought why not ask my best friend to join me?”

“Aw, how thoughtful.” You say, making him chuckle. “But you should know, I-”

“-Never liked her.. I know,” He smirks.

“Well..” You shrug your shoulders. He laughs and turns on the turn signal to make a right turn at the intersection.

–

Parking the car in the lot of the restaurant, he gets out and comes around to your side to open your door. “You know you don’t have to do that.” You say.

“I’m being polite.” He says as he closes the door when you get out.

With his hand on the small of your back, he guides you through the open door of the restaurant. The simple touch from him on your back sent a warm feeling through your middle, making your heart race just a little more than usual.

“Good evening!” The hostess smiles. “Do you have a reservation for tonight?”

“Yes,” Jake responds. “It's under Jacob Kiszka.”

The hostess hums as she looks through the book. “Yes, Kiszka. Party of two. Right this way.”

As she leads the two of you through the restaurant, Jake glances over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches your eyes grow in size as how fancy this place is. You don’t go to places like this. Your idea of fancy included cooking at home with a small glass of wine, maybe two if you were feeling yourself. This was way over what you’ve been to.

“Here we are.” She says with a smile, placing a couple menus down on the booth table. “Your waiter will be over soon to bring your drinks.”

“This place is insane..” You say, still looking around the room. “There’s chandeliers here, huge ones.” Jake smiles from across the booth as the awe still clouds your eyes. “And there’s a live jazz band?”

A young man walks over carrying a couple glasses and an expensive bottle of wine. “Compliments of the chef for the happy couple.”

“Couple?” You question.

Jake’s face falls but he quickly plays it off by clearing his throat and flashing the waiter a smile. “That’s very kind,” He says. “Please give him our thanks.”

The waiter pours the wine before retrieving a notepad and pen to write your orders. With Jake’s insistence on you getting anything you would like, you end up ordering a steak with all of the sides and he ends up ordering the same thing.

Once the waiter is gone, you reach for your wine and take a drink. “I’m sorry about that,” Jake awkwardly laughs. “I forgot I had put a note on the reservation that I’d be bringing my girlfriend–not knowing that we’d..break up..before this..”

You give him a warm smile and shake your head. “Don’t apologize.. Besides, free wine? I won’t turn that down.” You say with a giggle and take another drink of your wine. Hearing the music change, you can’t help but smile again when you recognize what song is being played. Standing up from the booth and receiving a confused look from Jake, you hold out your hand to him.

“It’s just a dance,” You say. “They already think we’re a couple, why not play off of it?”

He reluctantly slides out of the booth and straightens his jacket before taking your hand in his. You weren’t sure if he had felt it too, but there was a slight jolt of electricity as your hands connected. To which you chalked up as static after he ran his hands over his suit jacket.

Platonic.

That’s all it is.

Just friends.

Friends who are apparently having dinner at a fancy restaurant, dancing like a couple because that’s what the whole restaurant staff believes you are.

His hand rests again on the small of your back, but that’s as close as he will let himself get to you.

“Jake..” You say. He hums in acknowledgment, looking down at you. “I’m not gonna jump your bones should you decide you want to get closer.”

“Oh uh..” He clears his throat. “Okay.”

Stepping closer to close the two inch gap between your two, his pelvis rests softly against yours and his hand slides from your back to your other hip. He bravely pushes closer until he can feel your chest rising and falling against his suit. The contact alone sends a blood rush to his cock and he’s praying-to whatever higher power is out there-that you can’t feel it.

He hasn’t ever been this close to you–and that doesn’t include hugs.

He can feel the sweat perspiring on his palm and his heart begins to race. Little does he know that you’re feeling the exact same way. Even the flood of arousal between your legs.

When the song finally ends, you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, claiming to touch up just a little before the food comes out. He stammers a little before nodding his head and giving a soft ‘okay’ and a smile.

Stepping into the bathroom, you head straight for the sink and rest your palms against the edges. Taking in deep breaths, you work on calming yourself down, easing your heart rate and your nerves.

Once you feel calm enough, you straighten out your dress and run a hand through your hair and walk back out to the dining area. Approaching the table, you find that your food has already been brought out. Jake had yet to touch his food, him stating that he wanted to wait for you.

“It’s only been a minute since they brought it out,” He says.

“Oh, wonderful.” You slide back into the booth and retrieve the cloth napkin to spread over your lap. “This looks amazing.” You say before taking your fork and knife and cutting off a bite.

–

Dinner continues to go smoothly, small talk taking place between bites of food. A few laughs shared, mostly over stories of his brothers, to which you don’t mind. As your plates are cleared and you both agree to dessert, the waiter comes back with a single dish with a single slice of chocolate cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream nestled beside it.

They still believe that you’re a couple. But just like the wine, the dessert is free, more compliments of the chef.

It all comes down to the last bite of chocolate cake. You both lock eyes with each other and he smirks, readying his fork. “Bring it on, Jacob.” You say. And so the fight begins for the last bite. Of course he wins. He giggles and stabs the piece with his fork but instead of stuffing it into his mouth, he leans across the table and lets you eat it off his fork.

Again the rush of arousal floods to his cock again as he watches your lips close around his fork and take in the piece of cake. He gulps and pulls away and places his fork on the table.

For fucks sake, Jake. Pull yourself together. She is your friend. Your best friend.

The waiter comes back with the check and Jake hands over his card to pay for the dinner.

–

“I really enjoyed tonight,” You say as you unlock the door to your apartment. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Well it would have been pretty awkward to go with Josh,” He chuckles. “But you’re welcome.”

You smile and push open the door. Do it. Just ask him. “Do you, uh.. Do you want to come in?” You ask. “Unless you think it’s too late.” You quickly add.

He smiles and shakes his head. “I’d love to come in.” He says. Stepping inside, you hold the door open allowing him to come inside.

He instantly makes himself at home by slipping off his loafers and leaving them by the door and hanging up his suit jacket on the coat rack. He plops down on the sofa and crosses his legs on the coffee table. Slipping off your heels, you walk over to the couch to join him.

“I think the perfect way to end this night is by watching a movie.” He says as he reaches for the remote. You agree and snag a blanket off the back of the couch and cover the both of you.

–

As the movie ends, you both get up from the couch to stretch. His left arm swipes around your waist and pulls you into him. “Hi..” He smiles.

You smile back. “Hi..”

He takes in a deep breath before uttering his next words. “I’m about to do something that could potentially ruin everything but it’s a risk I’m willing to take because all night I’ve been dying to know..”

“To know what?”

He takes your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your lips. It took you by surprise initially but you allow yourself to lean more into it, both figuratively and literally as you press your waist against his body.

“How soft your lips are..” He chuckles when he pulls away.

“I..” You’re unable to form any words. You sigh at your inability to do so and he nods his head.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He says, his head dipping. “That was probably not the right call.” He clears his throat and pulls away before swiping his keys off of the coffee table.

“Woah, wait..” You grab his wrist, pulling him back and pressing your lips back onto his. “It was definitely the right call.” You kiss him again and wrap your arms around his neck.

He grabs your hips and pulls you as close as your bodies could possibly get. His one hand rests on your hip while the other tangles within your hair. Your lips move in sync as your tongues battle one another.

Wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs, he picks you up and lays you on the couch. He rests himself between your legs, hovering over top of you before diving in to attach his lips to your neck. You can feel his now hardened length rub against your center and arousal begins to pool again in your underwear.

As he continues sucking and now licking at your skin, you work to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest and torso. His skin is already starting to glisten with sweat. You press the palms of your hands against his chest, feeling how it expands with each breath and moves fluidly with each movement he makes.

He moans against your neck, the vibration tickling your skin and making you giggle. He smiles against you before pulling away only briefly to shimmy off his shirt and toss it to the floor. He starts back on your neck again before moving down to your collarbone and eventually down the exposed skin of your chest. He teases the valley of your breasts with a gentle sweep of his tongue and kissing back up to your collarbone and coming back to plant a kiss on your lips.

Being a little risky, you slide your hands from his chest and down to his crotch where you gently cup him in the palm of your hand. His breath hitches in his throat and he looks at you, his eyes darkening and a smirk appearing on his face. He grinds his length into your palm, creating the much needed friction he’s been craving to satisfy the aching feeling in his cock. But he moves back, pulling you with him.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “Yeah..” He runs a hand through his hair. “But if I don’t stop myself now, I’ll want to take you right here.”

“Would that be a bad thing?”

“No! No, it wouldn’t be a bad thing but…” He sighs. “Y/N, listen.. Tonight did not go as planned for either of us.. I didn’t see myself coming home with you, or kissing you. Nor did I see myself doing this.”

“Oh..” You shift your legs on the couch and drape them over the edge before planting your feet on the floor and moving to stand up. “Now I just feel confused..”

He looks up at you from the couch, his brows pulling together. “All I’m saying is that tonight was not at all what I had planned..” He stands up from the couch. “Something definitely shifted tonight.. I felt when I picked you up.. Seeing you in this dress–I don’t know, it showed you to me in a different way. Normally I’d look at you and think of you as just my best friend. But not tonight. Tonight I looked at you in this dress and my heart stopped. All fucking night I was a sweating mess and goddamn nervous to be around you.”

Reaching out for you, he pulls you back to him and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“I so badly want to fuck you,” He says. “But I also want to make love to you.”

“Make love to me, Jake..”

–

Walking your fingers up his bare torso and up his chest, you watch as a smile slowly grows on his face. His eyes flutter open and he looks down at you. “Hi..” You say with a smile. He chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to his body.

“Hi..” He responds before kissing you. “Tonight was perfect. I’m glad that I made the decision to invite you out tonight.”

“I’m glad you did too.. Or else I’d be here–alone… I never liked Valentine’s Day.”

“Eh, it’s okay..” He shrugs his shoulders. “You haven’t missed out on much..”

You giggle and turn over so that you’re resting on top of him. “You, Jacob Thomas, are a beacon of light that I get the pleasure of seeing every day.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurts out.

You smile and eagerly nod your head. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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I Never Really

Part Fourteen

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You weren’t sure if it was the morning sun creeping in through the windows, or the chattering next to you that woke you up. You turned over, feeling drained but light as a feather, and Sam was there. The night before came back in pieces, slowly, one by one as your hungover mind could process them. You were in Sam’s bed, in his house, staring at him while he slept. And he was talking in his sleep. It was all nonsense mumbles, but his face contorted as if he was having a regular conversation with you.

The urge to be closer to him was something you could not fight. You pulled a bit closer to him, draping an arm over his waist under the covers. He stirred, mumbling a few more words before going quiet, one eye cracking open to look at you. A smile formed across his face almost immediately upon seeing you.

“Did I wake you up?” You whispered.

“Yeah, but I’m glad you did.” His voice was cracked and sleepy, barely more than a mumble.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, sunshine.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight to his chest and letting out a contented sigh. “How’re you feeling?”

“Hungover.”

“Me too.”

You would have laid here with him until the house crumbled around you if you could. His warmth, the scent of his skin, the feeling of his lips softly pressing a kiss to your forehead, it was purely divine. A high you’d never thought you could reach, nor deserved to. You still didn’t feel worthy, when he tilted your face up with a finger on your chin to kiss you. There was no way you were lucky enough to be able to watch those amber eyes close and those soft, pink lips turn up into a smile before they met yours.

You were in and out of sleep for who-knows-how-long, your positions changing, but never breaking contact. Even in sleep, you needed his skin against yours. The sound of the front door loudly closing behind someone was what finally shook you from your dozing, likely the last passed-out partygoer finding their way outside.

“You want breakfast?” Sam mumbled into your ear, his body cradled around yours. “Or, I guess…” he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, flashing it at you to show you the time was nearly noon. “Lunch?”

“Breakfast-lunch?”

“Blunch?”

You giggled, nuzzling yourself closer to him. “Yeah, I’d love some blunch. But I think most people call it brunch.”

“Let’s go. I’ll make you something.” He rolled over, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat much,” you warned, taking note of the nausea that washed over you occasionally.

“Eat as little as you want, I won’t be offended.” He looked down at you with a grin, offering his hand to help you up.

He led you downstairs, grabbing you a blanket from the linen closet, practically demanding you make yourself comfortable on the couch. You stared at the beams in the ceiling, listening to the rustling and rattling of him in the kitchen. As the scent of food started to waft into the living room, you were struck with a deep calm, and an intense hunger you didn’t think you could feel after how much you'd drank.

It was cozy here. Despite the coldness that old houses tended to harbor, there was a distinct warmth to it that you couldn’t quite place. Maybe a combination of everything, you guessed. It must have been the welcoming environment, the decor, and the fact that you always felt whole here. The house seemed empty, to your knowledge, but it still held the bright energy of the party the night before – and it wasn’t just the empty cups and cans strewn about every surface.

“Where is everybody?” You called to Sam.

“Josh is out, he texted me earlier. Daniel is MIA. Jake is here, or at least his car is.”

There it was again, that knot of anxiety that would sprout up any time he was around. You tried to push the feeling away, skirting around it in your mind, focusing on the outside world instead.

“D’you like eggs?” He asked, over the sizzling sound of the stove.

“Depends if you’re a good cook or not.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He peered around the doorway at you. “I was born to cook.”

“That so?”

“I was born with a whisk in my hand.” He disappeared back into the kitchen, returning later with two plates. He danced over to you to the beat of whatever song was stuck in his head, handing you a plate with a flourish. “Your blunch.”

Any remnants of nausea chased itself away, looking down at the feast he’d made for you. It looked delectable. Everything you liked, and all of it was done picture-perfect.

“You made this so fast,” you commented, taking it from him and scooting yourself into a sitting position.

He sat down next to you, and gave you a proud smile. “Course I did. I’m hungry.”

The two of you ate in silence – it was too good to be interrupted with words. The occasional stunned glance and point of your fork was all you needed to communicate.

When the dishes were empty, piled in the sink for someone else’s part of the chore list, he wandered over to his piano in the connected room. “Wonder if this will make my headache better or worse,” he laughed. “Do you mind?”

You were looking at him over the back of the couch, his hands extended towards the piano. “I don’t mind at all. As long as you don’t suck.”

“Guess you’ll have to be the judge of that.”

He started up a soft, slow melody, something you’d never heard before. It was quieter than you’d expected. The most you knew about piano was randomly poking at the keys, you didn’t know it could sound like this. You laid back down on the couch, breathing deeply and trying to cement this moment into your mind. The ceiling was no longer unfamiliar to you, you realized.

You hadn’t noticed how dull your world had become until now, when everything was filled with so much color. The sun shone brighter, the paint on the walls was more vibrant, your blood coursed under your skin with a renewed vigor. Like you were finally emerging from a dark night, the sun was returning to your sky. Your eyes slipped shut, lulled into a deep sense of relaxation by his gentle playing. You hadn’t even realized the music stopped until you felt the back of his hand graze across your cheek.

“You must be tired. I should get you home.”

You checked your phone, sighing as you realized there were only a few hours of daylight left. You hated these short days.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“I know. I don’t want you to go, either.”

“My clothes…” you looked down at yourself, still clad in the clothes he’d given you.

“I’ll get them to you. I’ll see you soon.” He brought you your coat and your shoes, which had somehow ended up in different rooms, and you followed him out of the house.

“Heard there’s a storm coming in,” he mentioned, pointing out the dark clouds looming on the horizon.

“Thank god I’ve got nothing to do but sit at home.”

“Let me know if you get bored,” he smiled down at you. “I’ll trudge through a snowstorm to get you.”

“Uphill both ways, too?”

“Over an active volcano and across a frozen lake. It’s a terrifying journey.”

You rubbed your fingers together in his car, desperately trying to warm up against the frigid air as he drove off. It was quiet between you for a bit, though you could feel the tension of words building behind both of your mouths.

“So…” you began, a thousand words crashing to the front of your mind all at once.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes inquisitive. That feeling burst through you again, a bolt of pure electricity so intense it made you jump a bit. It was him. He was here with you. He shared the same feelings you'd been hiding and fighting for months.

“So what now?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

“What are we…what’re we doing? What do you want?” It sounded so silly, coming out of your mouth, such an open-ended question.

“What do you want?”

“I…” you paused, trying to find words that would not come.

“I mean, I’d love it if we were, like…” He didn’t finish, but you could fill in the gaps just fine.

Your head was spinning, and it wasn’t just from the lingering hangover. You’d really never thought it through this far. It had been such a pipe dream in your eyes, to even be this close to him, that you’d never considered what you would actually do if the feeling was mutual. “I need time.” You didn’t want to say it, but your mind won out over your heart. “I need to focus on school. Next year is my last. I can’t fuck it up.”

The light seemed to fade from his eyes, just a little bit, in a way only you would be able to notice. “I get it. I should do the same.”

“But I don’t want to just drag you along for another year. I…” I love you. “I care about you. I want you to be happy.”

“I’ll be plenty happy as long as I get to be near you. I don’t need anything more than that.”

You almost didn’t want that to be true. It was impossible for you to process that he really could like you that much. After all the convincing of your own mind that he barely cared about you, this was a jarring switch.

“You know, I really didn’t think you liked me that much.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Did I not make it obvious enough?”

Looking back now, he so clearly had, but you’d been too caught up in your doubts to realize it. “I think I was too busy convincing myself that you didn’t like me.”

“Well, if it’s not clear yet, I do like you.”

Every admission of those words was just as shocking as the first.

“Isn’t this nice?” He added as he pulled up to the dorms, throwing the car in park. “We’re actually just talking for once.”

“It is nice.” There was a long pause between the two of you. Neither of you wanted to part. “I should go.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Would you mind if I…” he leaned a bit closer to you, wrapping his arm around the back of your seat. He didn't need to finish his sentence, and you agreed wordlessly, cupping a hand around his cheek.

You kissed him, and it felt so different. It was so delicate, the way he wrapped his fingers around your jaw. His skin was soft under the touch of your fingers, you could feel the slightest hint of stubble when you brushed your thumb across his jawline. Everything felt so real, but it was so hard to believe this was your reality.

“You don’t have to ask every time you kiss me,” you said softly when he pulled away.

“Is it so bad to be respectful?” He grinned. “I just…lo–” His mouth clamped shut, stopping the word, but your body stiffened either way. “Like you. A lot.”

Clearly, both of you would need time to adjust before you could hear that word from your lips.

“I know.” You looked him over, tracing your eyes over that flawless jawline. “Alright. I need to go.”

“Yes, go, go.” He waved his hand at you. “And go take care of that too.” He pointed at your bandaged hand.

You sighed, staring down at the gauze wrapped around your palm. “It’s gonna be such a bitch to deal with this. I wish I could just slap a band aid on it.”

“Hoping it heals nice and fast. Glad it wasn't any deeper, at least.”

“True.” You were making idle talk now, coming up with any excuse to not leave his presence. “Okay, I’m actually gonna go this time.”

“Alright. Take care of yourself. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Same to you,” you smiled. “See you soon.”

You gave him one last kiss before you hoisted yourself out of his car, bracing against the wind and snow until you made it inside. He waved at you, and drove off, out into what was shaping up to be quite the blizzard.

Finally alone in your room, you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself. You went about your usual motions in a daze, turning on the lights and lighting a candle, before sitting in your bed. Staring at your hands, watching your fingers shake, nothing felt real. Like you were a blade of grass that had been ripped from the ground and thrown to the wind, you had nothing holding you down anymore.

The soreness in your body was a poignant reminder of the night before. That, and the way your hand throbbed if you focused on it a bit too hard. He really harbored a deep, genuine care for you, you thought. He’d been so gentle and thoughtful when he was patching you up, and even the sex just felt different than anything you were used to.

Your room no longer had the cold, dark, empty feel you were so used to. It was brighter, warmer, filled to the brim with the love that poured out from your heart. Even as the light started to fade from the sky, things still felt more vibrant than they had in a long time. You couldn’t bring yourself to do much more than sit around for the remainder of the day, listening to music and scrolling mindlessly on your phone, barely absorbing anything you saw. You were too busy thinking about Sam.

Sweet, sweet Sammy. You were a bit anxious, but excited, to see how this all would play out. Who would say that four-letter word first, the one he almost said in the car earlier? What would happen the next time you saw him? You sighed, falling back and allowing your head to hit your pillows. You needed time to adjust to this, to really comprehend that he wanted you. You needed time to focus on yourself, and that was the hardest part.

Worries started to swirl in the pit of your stomach. You had to hope that he would be willing to be dragged along for an entire year and a half. And you had to hope you would actually be able to focus on your degree, the thing that was most important to you right now. This coming semester, and the year after it, were essential. You needed everything to be perfect if you wanted to continue on to a Master’s some day, like you planned.

And there was still the issue of Jake. You groaned and ran your hands across your face, cursing your past self for being so stupid. If you hadn’t been so touch-starved, so eager to fall into the first set of arms that were offered, you wouldn’t even have to worry about this right now. You’d need to start preparing for how you would go about telling Sam. It would be uncomfortable, maybe even catastrophic, but it would need to be done. You refused to live inside a lie, not forever.

The storm outside began to worsen, wind whipping through the screen on your window and making the building creak and groan. You were finally able to pull yourself out of bed to shower once the light had almost fully left the sky, and snow was packed against your window sill. But before you could, you needed to deal with the gauze on your hand.

Gingerly, you unwrapped it, letting the bloodied bandage fall into the trash. He was right, it wasn’t very deep, but it was long, spanning half the width of your palm, across the lines creased into your skin. It would absolutely leave a scar, a permanent reminder of your first night with Sam. It was fitting, and poetic, in a way that almost annoyed you.

When you returned to your room after your shower, there was a text waiting for you, from Sam.

thanks for coming (lol) last night. i had a great time, hope you did too. miss you already

You giggled to yourself, sitting in bed and hovering your fingers over the keyboard, a wave of giggles hitting you every time you re-read his text. You were so hopelessly in love it was ridiculous. You tried to think of a good way to reply as you taped a band-aid to your palm, which had begun to bleed a bit again during your shower.

i had such a great time :) thanks for making me come (lol)

LMAO

hope u have a good night!

you too miss eclipse

You put your phone down, struck by the urge to scream, or throw something, but in the best way possible. A grin was stuck on your face for the rest of the night. It felt so good to finally have someone like him. It stung a bit that he was so close, yet so far away, but knowing he would come over at the drop of a hat was more than enough to sate you. It was not perfect, but it seemed like things were finally, finally looking up.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

That Kind of Love

First of the (belated) Valentine’s Series!!!

Pairing: Jake x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (spoilers) slight exhibition, fingering, oral (both f!recieving) lingerie, alcohol, slight stocking/lingerie kink, katoptronophilia (mirror kink), unprotected sex (DON’T DO IT) 

{Author Commentary: The title is a lyric from Dinner & Diatribes. And I fear there may be casualties :) }

The ice in your glass clinked softly as you absentmindedly twirled your cocktail straw. As you sat at the hightop of the lux hotel bar, your mind was playing out the potential of the night to come. A warm hand traced a line down your mostly bare back as a familiarly playful voice sounded behind you. “Hello there, stranger.” You turned on your stool, the dark red silk of your long, slitted dress fluttering in the air. Jake took in your appearance, his hand remaining on your back. He was fresh from a show, dressed in street clothes but with lingering evidence of perspiration around his hairline, and in the strands that fell from his loose bun. “You look lovely-” he started, but you had already slipped your hand around the back of his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. When your lips parted after a moment he spoke against them, lowly, just to you “I should shower, can I get the room key?” You leaned into his neck, getting a taste of his salty skin and inhaling his heady musk and day-old cologne before sighing jokingly, “If you must…” You both chuckled as you pulled away to retrieve the keycard from your purse.

You tucked the card into his shirt’s breast pocket “10th floor, room 1029.” He smirked at you, retrieving it. His hand left your back, reaching around you to pick up your drink. He stole a sip, keeping his eyes on yours before giving you another sweet kiss, and placing it back in your hand. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll be right back,” he said as he grabbed his overnight bag and started walking backwards towards the elevator. You watched him go, taking another sip and smiling to yourself in anticipation. They were in the middle of a string of shows, opening for an older band. But the two of you hadn’t spent a valentine’s day apart since you started dating, and this year would be no different. You were insistent on planning everything, so he wouldn’t stress himself out during the tour. You’d booked a hotel room specifically for that night, in part because you knew the state his touring room was likely in, and because you had some specific plans for tonight, that would require a specific room.

You sipped your drink lazily till you got the notification that the table you'd booked at the hotel's restaurant was ready. You closed your tab and picked up your small purse, making your way to the restaurant. You found the table, a cozy, booth with tufted high back seats and a round table. Jake was sure to love this, the low lighting, candles on the table, and lush velvet on the seats. You sat down and were about to text him when a waiter approached with a bottle of wine and two glasses. You set down your phone, your smile growing as he explained it was sent to you 'from Sir J. Kiszka, with his apologies for the delay'. Your cheeks grew a bit red as you thanked the waiter and nodded when he offered to open it. You didn't bother doing a trial sip, he knew what you liked, and it was sure to be quality. He loved going ‘all out’ for these occasions. The waiter poured the two glasses and asked if you needed anything else, but you said you'd wait for your partner to arrive.

You looked over the menu, thinking it might be a night for some shared appetizers and sides since you certainly didn't have the patience for multiple courses. A figure approaching in your peripheral caught your eye and you looked up, instantly beaming. There he was, in all his splendor. He was dressed in well-fit trousers and an, of course, partially unbuttoned charcoal grey shirt. His medallion necklace gleamed on his chest, and his hair hung in loose fluffy waves. He'd taken the time to dry it, so as not to be upstaged. He slid into the other side of the booth, sidling up next to you so you were both slightly facing each other, slightly facing out towards the rest of the room, from your own little corner. He placed a hand on your thigh as he leaned in to greet you with a kiss. Another olfactory profile of Jake surrounded you; this one consisting of his woodsy shower products, a smokey classic cologne, a hint of mint in his kiss, and him, of course -your favorite note. Your hand rested over his under the table and he seemed to savor the wine on your lips. He pulled back, smiling as he reached for his own untouched glass. “How is it?” He swirled the wine in his cup before taking a sip. “Delicious. Excellent taste you have, Sir,” you said as you grinned at him, maintaining his playful eye contact. He set his cup down, “Yep, that is good. ...Did you have dinner orders planned?“ he settled in more, sipping his cup again, not bothering with the menu. He knew not to fight you when you had a plan in mind, and you loved that about him. It was good for him to give up the reins now and then. “I was thinking something light, they have a tapas sampler, ‘little bit of everything’ type appetizer.” “Sounds perfect.”

After placing your order you took your cup and settled into his side a little more. The two of you chatted about your day, his show, and the tour so far, as well as your coming out for the final show so the two of you could get away for a few days before going home together. When the food arrived you ate and made each other laugh. As you made your way around the variety of spreads and flatbreads, cheeses, and roasted vegetables, you each declared the latest one the best one, holding out a bite for the other between sips of wine. After you’d filled each of your glasses with the last of the wine, you settled back in the booth, facing him. You hooked your adjacent knee over his so your thigh was slightly elevated. The slit silk of your dress slid back a bit more, revealing your upper thigh. Jake took his glass as you handed it to him before his eyes fixed on the bare skin above the stockings. His hand rested on your knee before his fingertips trailed lazily up your inner thigh. His touch was featherlight and torturously slow, inching up a bit each time before trailing back. “D’you want to order dessert?” he asked casually, his eyes returning to yours as his hand continued it’s minimal progression. You were too focused on his fingertips about to brush your underwear, and the reaction you were anticipating. You paused, your lips opening slightly as your eyes tore away from his hand to meet his. “I don’t think we’ll make it that long…” he tilted his head slightly, at the perceived challenge before his hand made the final edge forward to trace his middle finger up the center of your panties.

At least, that’s what he’d expected, a thin fabric, probably of the silk or lace variety to tease you over. What he didn’t expect was for his finger to slip between two thin pieces, perfectly tailored to allow his fingertip to slip into your warmth. His breathing stalled and he registered your wet warmth. A fire lit behind his warm brown eyes as the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. “What were you planning to do with these?” his voice was low again, only meant for your ears. “Oh, my plan is playing out perfectly...” you breathed as he extended his finger to trace the length of your heat, up to your clit. Now your breath was stalling as you waited for him to move. Your eyes were still locked as he let out a short laugh. His hand retreated to grab your inner thigh, hiking it up higher on his thigh as he shifted closer. He leaned into your ear as his grip remained tight on your thigh, “We're definitely ordering dessert.” You smiled, biting your bottom lip before taking a sip of your wine. “What are you feeling?” the innuendo was not unintended.

You felt him smirking against your ear. “My hands are a little busy at the moment…” his finger dipped between your folds again “can you get the waiter’s attention?” Heat began creeping up your neck as you cleared your throat and set down your glass. You scanned the room, making eye contact with an approaching waiter. Jake sat up slightly, his finger curling to nudge into you. Your adjacent hand quickly dropped to hold his wrist. It would look inconspicuous to anyone on the other side of the table, beyond the draped white tablecloth. It probably looked like you were holding hands on the seat between you, ‘wouldn’t that be sweet?’ The waiter stepped up to the table, both of you giving him hopefully natural-looking smiles. “How was everything?” he asked cheerily. “Amazing,” you answered, keeping it short. “Absolutely delicious,” Jake said. You could hear his smirk, you didn’t even have to look. “Great! Can I get this cleared up and bring you a dessert menu?” You felt Jake's finger start to curl inside you. “Yeah, that would be great!” you bit your tongue after that enthusiastic response. Jake’s finger continued its slow teasing curls as the table was cleared. You tried to focus on breathing naturally. “And will you want drinks with dessert?” the waiter asked as he piled on the last plate. You blinked a few times before opening your mouth to reply. “-I think we’re good, still have some wine to finish” Jake answered for you as forming a basic sentence seemed beyond lost on you momentarily. You nodded in agreement, smiling at the waiter again as he nodded and carried the plates off.

As soon as he was a safe distance away you loosened your death grip on Jake’s wrist, letting out a sigh and closing your eyes. His finger retreated, a second one joining it in slipping through your folds, gathering your increasing wetness before gliding up to your clit, adjusting his angle till he brushed over it in a way that resulted in a jolt. Your legs instinctively went to pull together but his far hand rested on your elevated knee, keeping it hooked over your thigh. You bit your lip, taking a steadying breath through your nose. “That was pretty good… Are you gonna be that composed when he gets back with the menu?” Jake asked, his voice lightly teasing. You let out a breathy laugh, that threatened to turn into a whine, “Not if… you keep that up…” “Hmh.” He pressed a quick peck to your cheek, “Then just keep my fingers warm for me, babe.” Jake slipped the two fingers down into you, keeping them curled but still. “Heads up-” He whispered, nodding toward the approaching waiter. Your eyes shot up, your hands lacing and resting on the table as you gave the waiter a smile. “Here you are,” he handed you the dessert menu, “and I’ll be back in a few to take your order.” “Thank you.” As he walked away you set down the menu in front of Jake and reached for your wine glass, taking a slow sip. He picked it up, lifting his hand off your knee. You leaned over to look at it, placing your hand between his legs. You smirked as you felt the heat radiating from his half-hard cock. “What are you in the mood for?”. He grunted quietly at the subtle pressure of your hand. “Hmm, something sweet …and creamy.” You snorted at his heavy-handed innuendo before scanning the list. “Ooh, there’s a tiramisu… ” You turned your head to actually look at him dead-on for the first time in a while. His face was closer than you remember, his eyes were locked on you, taking in your features. He licked his lips as his eyes landed on yours “Whatever you want, doll.” You lifted your hand from his lap, placing it on his far cheek to bring him in for a kiss.

You pulled away when you heard footsteps approaching. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, did you get a chance to decide?” he smiled at you both, and your seemingly innocent displays of affection. “Tiramisu please” you smiled, handing him the menu back. “-To go. And could we get the check please?” Jake tuned in. “Of course!” the waiter replied before he was off again. Jake immediately leaned in again, catching your lips in another kiss. You slipped your hand off the table again, giving him another squeeze. You felt his brow crease as his forehead rested against yours. “Hang in there..” you cooed, “it’ll all be worth it.” He chuckled, flexing his fingers inside you as a little reminder. You’d grown acclimated to their presence, and took in a sharp breath and his palm simultaneously rubbed over your clit. You attempted to press into it for more friction. His palm pulled away, leaving room for the side of his thumb to begin circling your clit. Even at this limiting angle, his dexterity from 20+ years of guitar made it nothing less than pleasurable. You brushed your thumb along the lip of his head, watching his eyes flutter closed. You’d pulled your face away slightly to appreciate his moment of lapsed composure. “Did you like the room I picked?” you asked casually, continuing to tease your thumb over his head. “I… didn’t really get a long look at it… didn’t want to waste time. -But I’m sure it’s great.” “You’re gonna love it.” you said before nodding at him to look up as the waiter exited the kitchen with your boxed tiramisu a black leather check holder.

Jake’s hand retreated from you fully for the first time since you’d sat down. You unhooked your leg from his, crossing your legs to fight the newly cold, empty feeling. Your hand left his lap as you both composed yourselves. He got out his card to pay before the waiter even made it to the table, clearly impatient. You giggled, hugging his arm and resting your chin on his shoulder as he put in his card and handed back the check holder. You both sipped the last of your abandoned wine, sharing a conspiratory laugh till the waiter returned with his card. You picked up the bag that held your to-go container as Jake hastily signed the check and you both thanked the waiter before scooting out of the booth. You hooked your elbow around his, the bag swinging from your other hand as the two of you made your way to the elevator. Once you were both thankfully alone inside the elevator, he turned to you. He held your jaw as he kissed you against the mirrored wall of the elevator. You dropped the bag to the floor, taking his hips to pull him into you more. “Hey, careful, I’m actually gonna eat that later” he grinned against your lips, referencing your hasty discarding of the dessert. You both laughed. You leaned into his ear, “me first.” you whispered before biting playfully at his earlobe.

As the elevator dinged he grabbed the bag before you could, guiding you by your lower back to the room. He unlocked the door, holding it open for you to float in. You walked backwards towards the main bedroom area of the suite. He followed, placing the dessert in the minifridge  without taking his eyes off you. “So… “ the timber of his voice as he slowly stalked towards you in the dim light sent a delicious shiver down your spine “something special about this room you thought I’d like?” You backed against the outside wall, feeling behind you for the seam in the curtain. You held up a remote you’d grabbed off the bed and pressed a button. The curtain behind you parted, each side retreating to an opposite corner of the room, revealing the two walls that formed the corner of the building were floor-to-ceiling windows. “I thought you might appreciate the view…” The cityscape glittered behind you as you tossed the remote on the bed, reaching behind you to pull the short zipper on the back of your dress, letting it slip and pool on the floor. You leaned back against the cool glass as Jake stood a few feet away, taking in your black lace garter belt set that perfectly matched the panties he’d been introduced to at dinner.

Once his eyes had taken their time, committing your image to memory seemingly, he stepped over to you. His lips had curled at the corners in a positively devilish expression as he skimmed a finger under one of your garter straps. “So…” the tip of his nose brushed the side of your cheek “you want to get fucked against these windows?”. You just smiled up at him, tilting your head, hoping he’d take the bait of your elongated neck. He hummed low in his chest giving pursing his lips slightly and giving a small nod. “Interesting time to start playing coy,” his free hand trailed around to your lower back before slotting itself where the curve of your ass was pressed to the glass. He took a firm handful, his warm palm feeling amazing on your cooled skin as he pressed your hips firmer to his. “-After I’ve fingered you in a restaurant?” he murmured in your ear.

You sighed as his lips finally dipped below your ear, your hand sunk into his hair at the back of his neck, holding him to your neck. “So, are you gonna show ‘em all how good you are to me?” you asked. Jake smiled against your now damp, kiss-flushed neck. “Yeah, babydoll.” Your free hand had started tugging the hem of his shirt from his pants, desperate for more skin-on-skin. He took over, stepping back a bit to finish the remaining buttons and tossing his shirt aside. You impatiently reached for his belt, deftly unbuckling it and pulling it from the loops of his trousers with a dramatic swish. He watched you amusedly but stopped your hands when you reached to undo the button of his pants. He chuckled at your frustrated huff as he undid and slipped off his pants, leaving him in a form-fitted pair of deep blue boxer briefs. Maybe he sensed that you would've immediately dived into his pants without taking them off fully, -you couldn't deny that.

Once he was free of his pants, your arms immediately encircled his waist. One of them splayed on his warm skin, pulling him against you. The other slipped under the band of his briefs, over the full swell of his ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. He chuckled before pulling your arms around to rest your hands over his shoulders. Then he was dropping to his knees. He kept one leg at a ninety-degree angle, forming a platform as he lifted one of your legs to rest your foot on his thigh. He trailed his hand tantalizingly slow up your stocking-clad calf, then up the underside of your thigh before his dull nails sunk into the soft flesh, where the bare skin swelled beyond the lace edge of the top of the stocking. As he tipped his head to press a kiss to your elevated knee, you combed back the hair that threatened to obscure his face. His features were soft, his expression almost meditative as he kissed the inner side of your knee, then nuzzled your inner thigh. He held up your thigh, dropping his own leg to get closer. He exhaled, the heat permeating the thin nylon before his open mouth closed over it, kissing your inner thigh. He hiked your calf over his shoulder so it hung down his back, bringing his face even nearer to your center. His kisses trailed over the lace edge and, finally, his lips ghosted over your bare skin. Your excitement was growing with each second, just waiting for his beautiful lips and sweet tongue to embrace you. The tips of his fingers trailing through your folds brought a whimper from you. His teeth sinking into the hypersensitive point of your innermost thigh turned it to a moan as your hands tightened in his hair. His thumb started stroking small deliberate circles over your clit as you felt two familiar fingers slide into you. You still wanted his mouth but it was a welcome relief from the unbearable anticipation. His mouth was stalled, licking over the area he’d just inflicted with his teeth, worshipping it with light kisses as his fingers kept you -almost- satisfied.

  “Jake- I need you- ” You whined. He chuckled, giving the cheek of the leg still draped over his shoulder a squeeze. “I need you too…” he placed a final kiss on your thigh. The true weight underlying his words only made the fluttering in your stomach increase. He looked up at you as he removed his fingers, spreading the parted lace to finally suckle your clit. You sighed, arching away from the glass as his beautiful lips parted further, his tongue welcoming you. “Oh fuck-” you moaned, unable to come up with anything more delicate as pure concentrated pleasure consumed you. Your hand tightened in his hair as your supporting leg threatened to buckle and send you crumbling over him. His hand not holding a firm grip on your ass moved to stroke up the thigh of your supporting leg, holding your hip firmly as his tongue continued its unrelenting coaxing. “Jake-” you truly felt like you had no control left in your legs, despite feeling the force with which your heel was pressing into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. “I’ve got you…  just keep saying my name” his voice was deep, silky smooth, and warm against your dampened skin. And you did. His name poured from you in breathy verses till even it became too much for you to articulate. One of your hands shot back, planting on the cool glass with a thud in an attempt to anchor you as you gave in. You were lost to the world for those moments, supported only by his sturdy hands and slowing tongue as you came down.

He gently unhooked your leg from his shoulder so he could stand up. You started pulling down your dampened panties, which you’d thankfully had the foresight to wear over the garter straps so you could keep the stockings on. He helped you step out of them before tossing them aside. He hooked your legs around his waist and leaned you against the glass, supporting you with his hands and the pressure of his hips as he leaned into your neck. He breathed in the smell of your heated skin between kisses before ghosting his lips over your ear. “You still want me to fuck you against this glass, doll?” Your hands held the back of his head and the top of his flexed shoulder as you caught your breath. "Yeah, baby, fuck me good, you always do…". He groaned against your neck and you could feel him pulsing against you. “Oh, I will babe.” He gave your thighs a final squeeze before unwrapping them to steady you on your feet. He slipped off his underwear, kicking it aside. He turned you towards the glass, sliding himself between your thighs. His hands held your hips, pulling them back from the glass a bit so only your chest and the side of your face pressed against it. His length retreated before sliding through your folds again, nudging your clit. You whined at his teasing, wanting the delicious thudding of his hipbones against you to be accompanied by the familiar fullness of him inside you. “Fuck.” he gritted out, sliding through your slick a few more times before reaching between you, and positioning himself. “Are you ready for me baby?” he breathed against your ear. He knew you were, you were dripping for it, but you played into it cause you what it’d do to him. “So ready, please Jake, I need it.” all true, the build-up, though pleasurable, was bordering on unbearable with the need that was growing inside you.

Finally, he slid into you. When he had filled you to the hilt he paused, holding your hips so you were pressed back into him. His open mouth met your neck as you moaned and dropped your head back on his shoulder He was was perfect, all of him, warm and solid. A shaky “please-” from you and he was pressing you against the glass. You gasped at the contact with the cool smooth surface and his momentary retreat before pounding into you. Each thrust satisfied while fueling your need for him. His breathing became rough, almost grunts, as he finally let his body take control, fucking into you with reckless abandon. His hands moved up your sides, greedily indulging in every inch of you. Shameless noises were streaming from you as you surrendered to the fire growing inside you. “Jake-” you reached behind you, gripping desperately at his hip. “I know, baby, I’ve got you. Let ‘em know how good it is.” You rested your forehead on your forearm on the glass, breathing raggedly as the pleasure coursed through you. He’d slowed to a stop, arms wrapped around you as he tried to slow his breathing, waiting for you.

“Take me to the bed.” you panted, feeling like your legs would give out if he let go. He chuckled into your neck before nosing at your shoulder, “You wanna keep going? Ya sure?” “Obviously” you snarked back, but he could hear the smile in your voice. He held your hips steady as he pulled out slowly with a stifled grunt. You turned around so could lift you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you against the glass for a moment, taking in your fucked -literally- state with a beaming smile. It was a look you’d come to know, the same look he gave you when he was about to say he loved you, or was thinking it. He leaned his forehead against  yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one holding his shoulder, the other the back of his head as you pulled him in for a soft kiss. It deepened as you dragged your nails across his  scalp. “Fuck…” he exhaled, his eyes still closed, forehead still resting on yours, “‘m not gonna last much longer…”. You smiled, securing your arms around him “then let's get to that bed.”

He gave you another quick kiss before lifting you away from the window. He walked the few feet to the bed, giving you a slight toss so you landed in the middle of the bed. You giggled at him as he climbed up the bed towards you. He kneeled between your legs, his hands roaming up your thighs. He leaned over you before sinking into you again with a sigh. He kissed you slowly, taking up an equally slow, but deliciously deep rhythm with his thrusts. His kisses trailed to your neck as he focussed more on the feeling of you. Your eyes flicked to the ceiling, meeting your own gaze in a mirror perfectly positioned on the ceiling over the bed. The final little surprise you’d planned for him that night. Your hands splayed on his shoulders and upper back as you appreciated the view. His damp skin and arching back as he thrust into you were mesmerizing. You’d never been treated to that view before but the way you felt your body reacting, you knew you’d have to find a way to make it happen again. One of your hands moved to his waist before you watched in the mirror as you grabbed his ass, making his leg shake, and his pace stutter.

“Hey, babe-” while his kissing was paused to catch his breath you lifted his face to look at you “I’ve got one more thing for you, look up-” you motioned with your eyes to the ceiling. As he sat up more to crane his neck back. His lust drunk confusion turned to awe. He took in your reflection laid out on the bed. Your hair pooled around your head in a sort of halo, your skin was warmed and glistening and the two of you were still joined at the center. His eyes darted back to your face, met with your devious grin as you watched it set in. “Fuck me, Jake. I wanna watch you cum.” He licked his lips, sitting back on his heels and hiking you up to rest on his thighs a bit. His eyes locked in on where he entered you, bucking his hips up experimentally at the new angle. Your mouth fell open at the new sensation. Your eyes were locked on his face as he stared at the reflection of the two of you, his brows were tented and sweat had started trailing shining contours down the sides of his face and neck. And his sounds, oh his sounds were possibly the prettiest thing to ever grace your ears. They were interrupted as he bit his lip and dropped his head back, breathing heavily through his nose for a moment, newly visible to you in the mirror. His hips thrusted up a few more times in rapid succession as his mouth fell open with a moan. He'd come deep inside you, filling you perfectly as a lingering wave of pleasure washed through you. You were too exhausted to need anything more than to watch him in the mirror. He breathed deeply, the dim light shifting on the shining skin of his elongated chest.

He lifted his head to look down at you. His palms smoothed over your thighs in a slow, repeated pattern as he looked you over, appreciating every bit. You trailed your hands up his forearms, and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you. He held your hips as he softly transitioned them to the bed, pulling out of you. You winced slightly and he kissed your forehead. He lay next to you, draping an arm loosely over you as you both basked in the afterglow, breathing in sync. He nuzzled into your neck and shoulder, mumbling sleepily “Thank you for everything, this was a wonderful valentines day…”. You smiled, carding your nails through his damp hair, “my pleasure… and we still have that tiramisu.” He laughed silently into your neck “Mmm… as long as we can eat it in the bath.” “Not gonna argue with that.” He shifted onto his back slightly, smirking up at the two of you draped over the wrinkled blankets like an intimate oil painting before meeting your eyes in the mirror. “And in the morning… I need you on top.”

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