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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

I might be writing a Jake fic that's low-key crazy but Idk I like it-

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes, overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , unprotected sex , sexual content , orphaning , other weird shit

(you have been warned)

So basically Jake met a guy named Mike in highschool and they kinda stuck together since then .

Mike is 8 years older than Jake though somehow.

But he gets along so well Jake and his friends, he's almost family.

Mike surprises everyone with his drug addiction but everyone are still there for him .

Mike suddenly ends up being a dad after fucking around with a girl .

The girl didn't want the kid(you) so Mike was welcomed into fatherhood with Jake and Jake's brothers and friends helping him .

Mike surprises everyone again when he od'd one night. Leaving 18 yr old you with Jake (your godfather) Because you literally had no other family left .

Things are weird but you end up falling for Jake and Jake feels like a horrible pedo pervert for feeling the same way for you until it all unfolds into a huge mess .

So godfather . Ye or nah?

(honestly I need help atp)

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Sweet Talker - Sam Kiszka

A/N: Remember when I said it would be a crime not to write a voice kink Sam fic? Yeah. There’s not much of a plot here really, just filth. Only lightly edited! I love you all so, so much!

WARNINGS: 18+!! Fingering, teasing, lots of dirty talk, voice!kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex (be smart, be safe!!)

MASTERLIST

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Sam’s voice.

No matter how many times you hear it, it tears its way through your ears and shakes its way through your body in the most knee-buckling ways imaginable.

The slightly raspy, yet soft and almost nonchalant drawl of his words, never fails to send sweet, debilitating chills up your spine. And god, did he fucking know it, too. He notices everything, but particularly loves to clock the little things that turn you on.

When it’s just the two of you, his voice is much softer and quieter than it is when he’s with his brothers, or socializing with others.

While you adore his boisterous laugh and louder tone when he’s excited, that quietness that he seems to save specifically for you, is your favorite. Your weakness.

“What did you do while I was gone today, gorgeous?” Sam asks you quietly, while his hand strokes up and down your bare back softly.

You snuggle further into his bare chest, fingers gliding over his collarbone as you lay on top of him in your shared bed. The two of you lay this way often, partially -or sometimes fully- bare and just talking - Informing the other about the days events. Some days offering much more dramatic of tales than others do.

“Mmm…” You trail off into thought, thinking very little about what you’ve even done throughout the day, but more so the tingle Sam’s voice has just sent through your body and straight to your core. “I didn’t do all that much today, really…”

“That’s a cop out,” his lazy, raspy voice shoots the teasing observation at you, as he glances down at you with that goofy grin of his.

You’re quick to defend yourself. “It is not! I would just ra-“

“-Rather listen to me talk?” You can hear the smile in his voice, the second he cuts you off to finish your sentence for you. “Uh huh, I bet you would.”

A crimson blush paints over your cheeks. You’re incredibly thankful that you can bury your face away into his neck.

“You do this almost every night, doll,” Sam points out, tone smug and knowing. “One of these days, you’re gonna get sick of hearing me talk so much. Now c’mon, tell me about your day and I will tell you all about mine after.”

A faint huff slips through your nose. Of course you want to talk to him about your day…after you take care of the ache making home between your legs that he has caused.

“I spent some time editing some photos… those boudoir ones that I took a couple days ago,” you explain casually, going into as little detail as possible.

“Yeah?” Sam’s hand continues drawing lines up and down your spine - effectively fueling the fire inside of you. The lilt in his tone playfully urges you to continue. “I bet they look beautiful… You should get some done soon…”

You tilt your head to look at him, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would love it,” he corrects with a light tap against your nose with his free hand. “The same way you would love a recording of me talking on a five hour loop.”

“That would depend on what you’re saying,” you shoot back, smiling. It doesn’t really matter what Sam was saying, his voice affects you, always. For the sake of guiding your little cuddle session in a different direction, though…

“Oh, really? So a professional recording of me talking about the weather, wouldn’t do anything for you?” Sam jests, bringing his opposite hand up to poke at your side.

“Sam,” you sigh, frustrated by his obvious stalling. He loves to make you wait and suffer and pine, just a little.

“What?” You feel him shrug against you, dropping his voice lower. “Would me telling you exactly how to touch yourself be better? Or me reciting all the praises I know you love so much?”

A shaky breath bursts out of you at that, a clear sign for Sam to continue. He isn’t exactly digging for any verbal answers just yet.

“Ohh, that struck a chord, didn’t it?”

And here he goes, right back to teasing you again.

Wrapping both arms around your body, he carefully flips the two of you over, so that you are laying beneath him.

“That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? For me to call you pretty and coo in your ear while you cum all over my hand?” He starts to place kisses along your jawline, working his way to the sensitive skin just below your ear. Slipping his hand in between your bodies, he just barely grazes his fingers over your heat, “Just… like… this…?”

Another whimper floats out of you just as Sam moves back up to join his lips with yours.

It’s a slow and sweet kiss at first, tricking you into believing Sam is going to give you exactly what you want, right away. His tongue pushes against yours gently, deepening the kiss and stealing all the air from your lungs until they’re burning and warming you to pull away. But you can’t bring yourself to pull away first.

Sam senses this and every few kisses, he slowly starts to pull away, making you chase after his mouth, wearing a smirk that grows with each of your impatient whimpers as he keeps his lips just out of your reach every time.

“What is it?” He questions knowingly, bringing his hand up to your jaw to keep you in place.

“Sam,” you’re fully pouting now, pushing against his grip in attempts to kiss him more. “You’re always being a tease.”

“Quit pouting.” He nudges your bottom lip with his thumb playfully. “You love it when I tease you. Don’t even try to act like you don’t.”

Sam is right and you know it. He knows you know it, too. You can’t fool him.

He takes your silence as victory, “Uh huh. See?”

The teasing, slightly condescending cadence to his tone sends you reeling all over again. His knowing smirk making your stomach twist with desire and excitement. As it always does.

You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips with all the strength you can muster.

Your lips meet not so gracefully at first, and you swallow down the low chuckle Sam emits before the kiss turns needy and quick in pace.

Sam’s hands start to feel around your body, gripping at your hips, your waist. A soft growl vibrates through his chest. The sound reminds you why you want to be in this position in the first place.

“Sammy…baby.” It comes out almost like a plea. You need to hear him.

“You’re such a needy thing,” Sam says, shaking his head.

“Not needy,” you protest. “Just wanna hear your voice.”

“I was gonna get there, if you would just be patient.” Sam chuckles, hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Can you do that? Be my sweet, patient, girl?”

All you do is shake your head ‘yes,’ but that’s not good enough for your Sammy. Not in the slightest.

He leans in, lips grazing yours with the formation of each of his words, “That just won’t do. I think you already know that, too. Speak up, princess. Spit it out.”

It’s low and raspy, the demand. You’ll do absolutely anything that his gravely, lust-drawn voice asks of you.

“I’ll be patient for you.” You give in right away. “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Yeah? You’ll be my good girl?” Sam questions, trailing his hand down from your throat to your chest, teasing and toying with your nipple.

“Yes, s-sir.” Your breath catches in your throat, your body warming rapidly as Sam continues to feel around your chest.

“You always are,” Sam sighs, his right hand traveling down your stomach, stopping just shy of your core. “You always listen so well and cum so pretty for me.”

Your hips raise to press harder against his splayed hand, the warmth of it only adding to your body’s excess of heat and need.

Sam leans in even closer, nudging your head to the side with his nose. His lips graze your ear, sending chills up your spine. All while his hand continues it’s decent between your legs.

“What is it, princess?” He notices the way your breath catches in your throat, the soft squeak of a whimper giving you away. He places a few kisses to the pulse point below your ear. “Your heart is racing. Did I get you all worked, sweet girl?”

“Sammy…” It’s a desperate plea, almost embarrassingly whiny - the way his name falls off your tongue.

“I know, I’m gonna make you feel good,” Sam assures you, sliding his middle finger through your folds, sighing as your arousal completely coats his finger. “Is this what my needy girl wanted? For me to talk to her and play with her sweet little cunt?”

A few slow circles over your clit is all it takes to pull a moan from you, making Sam’s lips curve up into a cocky smirk.

“There we go,” Sam starts, voice low and smooth. “There’s those pretty noises.”

Sam’s thumb replaces his middle finger, keeping the light pressure against your clit, knowing that it will drive you straight to an orgasm and fast. His middle and ring fingers slip inside you slowly, curling up into that sweet spot that he can do perfectly reach.

“Fuck, Sammy,” you cry, reaching up to grip at his bicep. “Right there, please…”

“Right where, princess? Here?” He punctuates the question with a firm curl of his fingers, holding the pressure for a few seconds until you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Oh god- Fuck, yes! Sammy, please!” Your breathing becomes even more labored, eyes screwing shut as you fall into overwhelming pleasure.

“Such a pretty girl,” Sam coos, smiling down at you. “I love when you whimper my name like that.”

“Keep talking, Sammy, please,” you beg him, head lulling back against the pillows.

“Keep talking?” Sam teases lightly, dropping his voice even lower. “You just love my voice, huh? Bet I could make you cum just by talking to you. What do you think, gorgeous?”

“I-“ You attempt to form a coherent sentence, but another wave of pleasure and moan stops you short. “P-probably.”

“Mmm, might have to test that out one night,” Sam hums, as if just voicing a casual thought out loud.

You feel Sam’s forehead press against yours, only serving to make you melt further into the sheets.

“Listen to me, baby doll,” Sam practically growls, although he knows he already has every bit of your attention. You force your eyes open to meet his. “You’re gonna cum right on my fingers and say my name nice and pretty when you do. Okay?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you answer him breathlessly, feeling yourself squeeze around his fingers, pulling them in even deeper. Oh, how your body reacts to him. Every. Time.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he praises, kissing down your cheek to your neck. “Let me have it, gorgeous. Please.”

It burns low in your stomach, your body’s internal scream for release. A few more pumps of his fingers and swirls of his thumb, throw you over the edge and into the raging waves of your high.

You feel it throughout your whole body, tensing and relaxing all the muscles in your body rapidly.

Your head spins as you come down, but Sam clearly isn’t ready to stop.

Your hand shoots down to wrap around his wrist, tugging at it in attempts to stop the overstimulation. “S-Sammy-“

“-Ah,” he cuts you off, pulling your hand away and flattening his hand out over your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart. “Baby doll thought I was done?”

A constant stream of whimpers huff out of you with short bursts of breath. You can feel your clit throbbing against Sam’s thumb, the overstimulation twisting into pleasure with the littlest hint of pain.

“You wanted me to talk to you all low and soft and pretty…” Sam taunts, moving with your squirming body, following every jerk. “And make you cum all over my fingers, but now you can’t take it? My little sensitive girl.”

The shudder that shakes through your body at his words, draws a low, raspy chuckle from Sam’s chest.

“Oh? Someone liked that, didn’t she?” Sam continues his relentless taunting, pulling his soaked fingers out to circle your clit.

Opening your mouth with the intention to answer him, all that manages to come out is a breathy whine. A noise so high pitched and desperate sounding, you might be the slightest bit embarrassed about it, when you think back on it later.

Sam’s lips curve up into a shit eating smirk, far too pleased at the sounds and reactions he’s pulling from you. And it’s so easy.

He leans in, mocking the airy, high pitched noise you just made, directly into your ear.

“F-fuck yo- u-oh, fuck,” you stutter, moaning and stumbling over your own words as Sam quickens the circles over your bundle of nerves. “

“Oh, fuck.” It’s parroted right back to you, his voice mimicking yours; sweet and needy.

Why the way he mocks you turns you on so much more, you aren’t exactly sure. You haven’t the brain power to ponder on it, yet, either.

That sweet and most welcomed burn reforms in the pits of your belly, just waiting for the perfect pass of Sam’s fingers to unravel and take over your whole body once again.

“I’m so close, Sammy,” you warn, gripping at the blanket beneath you with one hand and the pillow behind your head with your other. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop? Don’t stop what?” He knows exactly what you mean. “Don’t stop talking to you, or don’t stop pleasing this throbbing little clit?”

“Sammy…” It trots out of you through a whimper.

“Gonna make you cum one more time before I give it to you.” Sam says, as though it isn’t up for debate. And at this point, it isn’t. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Your back arches off the mattress, the pleasure finally taking over your body in a second orgasm.

“That’s right, gorgeous,” Sam practically groans. “Let it all go for me. My pretty, messy, princess. Absolutely fucking gorgeous when you cum for me like this.”

Sam’s lips are suddenly colliding with yours in a searing kiss, capturing all your little noises right in his mouth.

As soon as he feels your body start to jolt, he eases his skilled fingers from your clit, sliding them down through your wetness to bring up to his watering mouth.

“Jesus christ, you taste so fucking good.” Sam sinks your fingers in and out of his mouth, watching you watch him.

You’ve watched him do it before, but it never fails to completely wipe all coherent thoughts from your mind -no matter how many times you’ve seen him do it- to watch him be so filthy.

Dropping his hand from your mouth, he wraps it loosely around your neck, just barely squeezing as he leans down to reconnect your lips.

You can taste yourself all over his lips. It’s an addicting combination of your own release and the aftertastes of mint on his tongue. Creating a sweet, spicy, concoction out of the two of you. Fitting.

“Tell me, baby doll,” Sam calls gently for your attention. “You want me here again?” His fingers trace over your lips ever so lightly. “Or here?” His hand travels down your body, tracing over your folds with the same featherlight touch, before dipping down to gather more of your wetness and begin slowly stroking over your clit again.

Your body jolts and convulses on its own accord, making Sam laugh lowly at you and your bodies way of displaying its sensitivity.

“Awe, is it too much for you now, doll?” Sam teases, lips dragging over the center of your throat. “Has this poor little clit had enough?”

“Need you inside me.” You raise your hips, trying to press yourself against his cock, visibly straining against his sweatpants. “Fuck me, Sammy, please.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, when you beg that pretty.” Sam removes both hands from your body, tucking them into the hem of his boxers, shoving them down his legs hastily.

Taking himself in his hand, a shaky exhale flutters out of Sam. His eyes close, hair falling around his face as he continues to lose himself with each stroke of his own hand.

At last, he pulls himself back together and guides himself through your folds, letting out a deep, breathy, groan at the feeling of how wet you are.

“F-fuck,” Sam mutters, shakily trying to line himself up with your entrance.

Your jaw falls slack, as he pushes himself into you with a smooth thrust of his hips.

“Oh, m-my god…” Your words barely stutter out loud enough for Sam to hear.

Sam brings himself down above you, using one of his forearms to hold his body just above yours. His other hand slips up to tangle into your hair, tilting your head back against the pillows.

“Move, Sammy, please move.” Your voice is pathetic, dripping in desperation and submissiveness.

“What if I make you wait?” He questions slyly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “What if we stayed just like this and I just talk to you some more? Tell you how amazing you feel wrapped around my cock, until you cum all over it just from my words?”

“Sam, I swear to god…” You try to fight back, wanting nothing more than for him to just move and fuck you completely senseless.

“You clearly love the idea,” Sam points out. “And you love when I talk to you like this. I know that’s why you squirm every time I hold you close and say little things in your ear. Why do you think I’ve started doing that more often? You think I don’t notice how your breath catches when I say even the most mundane things right in your ear?”

“You’re right, I love it,” you say through a fresh wave of whimpers that are tearing through your throat and filling up the room. You’ll always soak up his praises like a plant starving for water.

“I fucking…love it…”

Sam tugs at your earlobe with his teeth. “You’re clenched so tight around me…I could cum in you right now.”

Now that…

That strikes a new nerve, causing you to arch your body into Sam’s followed by a noise reminiscent of a sob.

“Oh, fuck me…” Sam curses, fist tightening in your hair as you flutter around his already throbbing cock.

Unable to wait any longer, Sam begins to rock his hips, slowly dragging himself in and out of you. The burn of him stretching you out rips another unholy sound from your lungs - one that he accidentally mimics, but in a much deeper tone.

“My sweet baby doll, making me feel so good.” Sam picks up the speed and depth of his thrusts. “You love on my cock so well, don't you? You're always just so, so sweet to it."

Sam’s head falls against your shoulder, short huffs of uneven breaths hitting your neck and adding yet another sensation to the pile.

Your hands reach around his body, one tangling in his soft tresses, while the other claws it’s way down to the center of his back - surely leaving flaming red marks in its wake.

“Pull it,” he groans, tilting his head back ever so slightly, to ensure you know exactly want he means.

You oblige without missing a beat, tightening the hand tangled in his hair and tugging it firmly.

“Fuck, goddamn,” Sam sputters, delivering a particularly deep thrust into you, making you gasp and choke on the words you’re trying to form.

“What's that? You feeling good?” Sam fires questions at you breathlessly. Later you’ll probably wonder how he manages to stay together enough to form full, coherent sentences.

“You want to tell me about it? About how my cock is filling you up so good? How you can feel me here?" He lays his hand over your stomach, splayed out and applying the littlest bit of pressure.

You open your mouth to speak, babble some barely understandable praises and call out his name over and over again. Yet, nothing comes out. Your mouth simply hangs open, not even a hint of a sound coming forth from your lungs; they simply hold captive any air left within them as Sammy relentlessly fucks you.

“Tell me, baby, tell me how good it feels,” Sam smirks cockily, knowing full well that you can’t. “You can't even talk, huh? Am I fucking you speechless, doll face?"

“S-so close,” you gasp, both hands gripping at Sam’s shoulders now in hopes that you will stay anchored to earth.

“Are you? Tell me you’re gonna cum so pretty for me,” Sam demands, snaking his hand between your two bodies to rub hasty circles over your bundle of nerves. “Say it for me.”

It takes every part of your body to form the words for him. “I-I’m gonna cum s-so pretty for you, Sammy.”

“You want me to talk you through it? Huh?” Sam’s voice is dripping with sex, low and smooth as silk. “Yeah, I'm gonna talk you through it, baby."

A few more deep thrusts of his hips and passes of his calloused fingertips over your hyper sensitive clit, is all it takes to unravel you.

“Come on, cum for me, sweet girl. Cum for me.” Sam coaxes.

The way you clench around him, suffocating his cock, dragging him to his own high right behind you, has him sucking a long breath through his teeth before he can even speak.

“That’s it, baby doll. Fuck, there it is.” He’s hardly keeping it together above you, determined to work you through most of your orgasm before he allows himself to fall into his own. “That’s my good girl, so fucking pretty making a mess all over me. My gorgeous, messy, baby doll.”

You can hear him, faintly, as you ride out your seemingly never ending climax. And God, do you love when he calls you ‘baby doll.’

Just as you start to come down, Sam’s thrust become sloppy and sporadic, signaling that he’s reached his own high.

“Where do-“

You cut him off before he even finishes his sentence. “-Inside me. Let me have it, please, pretty boy.”

“Oh, fuck…” he draws the word out, rough and airy. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“

His hips rock into lazily a few more times, the obscene sounds of both of your releases, bouncing off the four walls of your room.

“How the fuck does this manage to happen every night,” Sam huffs jokingly, slowly pulling out and collapsing beside you, still fighting to catch his breath.

“It might not if your voice wasn’t always dripping with sex appeal every time you open your mouth,” you jest right back.

“What?” Sam gasps, feigning shock, but fighting back a smile. “So you only fuck me for my voice? How low of you, doll.”

“You’re right,” you admit, grinning at him. “I don’t just fuck you for your voice… I also fuck you for your pretty face.”

Sam wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you into him with a pleased smile. “Mm. That’s fair enough, I do have a pretty face.”

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[theweightofdreamz]

here are some josh photos that have sent me into a spiral recently

[jc-writes-bullshit]

Hey gresties! I arranged Broken Bells for my steel band and I would love to share :) tag the lads I wanna see Jake call a steel drum by an adjective he can’t define

[kiszkaworld]

I'm sorry!!

[emsfallingsky]

The Deepest Cut

Jake x reader

Word Count: 14k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! graphic sexual content, Angst, degrading, praise, impact play, slapping, language, name calling, unprotected sex, fingering, edging, drinking...that's all I think???

Summary: After a constant back and forth battle between the two of you that seemed to last forever, you find yourself in a position you couldn't even imagine, making you ask yourself if the two of you truly hated each other or were too caught up in your own feelings to truly express how you felt for each other.

You could feel him before you could even see him. The four walls that shaped the large room now felt reduced and constricted. The air became thick and heavy, forcing yourself to take in long deep breaths. You felt your jaw immediately set in place, your teeth practically grinding down to small pieces of sand from the pressure. 

You stood in the kitchen casually chatting with his brothers. Sammy was sitting on the counter, sipping out of his red solo cup while Danny stood next to him doing the same. Josh was on a drunken tangent that made zero sense but because of the effects of the alcohol, it had you all listening in intently. 

The sound of music trailed throughout the house, making them shout over one another trying to get a word in. A few people came and went into the kitchen refilling their own drinks or coming in to try and find someone they knew.

You had drained your cup and walked around to the other side of the island, grabbing a bottle off the counter to refill your drink when you felt him. The room grew stiff and cold, adrenaline surging into your veins and making the steady rhythm of your heart pick up in its pace. Even with your back faced to him, you knew. 

The chirping of your friends stopped, and you flicked your eyes up to see them all looking past you towards the doorway of the kitchen. 

Your hands clenched and you set the bottle down far harder that you had intended, making a clatter as it struck the counter. Every bone in your body became stiff and rigid and you had to will yourself to not turn around and instantly snap at him. 

Josh coughed and Sammy slid off the counter. “Jacob,” Josh said, quickly flicking his eyes over to you, a silent conversation playing between the two of you. You met Josh’s eyes and gave a tiny shake of your head to let him know it was fine. You reached for the juice on the counter and slowly began to pour it into your drink. 

Instantly your body start to lock up and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, feeling him come to stand right behind you. You quickly twisted the cap of the juice back on and turned on your heels not being able to take any more of it. 

You hadn’t realized just how close Jake was to you so when you spun around, you found yourself taking a step back against, pressing the small of your back against the counter, his face was only inches away from you. 

“What?” you spat out through gritted teeth, crossing your arms over your chest. 

You saw the corner of Jake’s lip curl up in a smirk and he let out a small laugh. “What? I can’t even walk into my own kitchen without you chewing me out,” Jake taunted, crossing his own arms over his chest, and leaning in closer to you. 

What had started off as casually making playful and teasing comments to one another ended up in an endless battle that the two of you never saw coming. At first you paid no mind to it, it was fun-flirty even. But as time went on, the two of you kept cutting deeper into one another trying to strike a nerve that was buried beneath each other's flesh. 

You don’t know how it happened but soon enough the two of you couldn’t stand each other. You found yourselves complaining at the thought or idea of even having to see each other and God forbid you actually ended up in the same room together. The two of you would go at it spitting venomous words at one another while you continued an endless verbal assault at one another. 

Before you knew it, the two of you couldn’t stand each other. It was actual torture to have to stand in the presence of one another and it came to a point where his brothers made sure the two of you rarely crossed paths. This on the other hand had been unexpected but was unavoidable. 

The Kiszka’s were known for throwing crazy parties every time their family left time leaving practically the whole town to cram together in their home. The voices of the others start up again, seeming to look past the interaction seeing that it was so far somewhat civilized. 

You narrowed your eyes, locking them with Jake’s while watching him try to fight the smile that was forming across his face. You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff. “You just always have to show up huh?” you spat out. 

Jake smiled and let out a giggle…a giggle? He placed one hand to the side of you, next to your hip and leaned against the counter, his body was practically up against yours. “You really are that dumb huh? I told you it was my house,” Jake said, clenching his jaw and speaking through his gritted teeth. 

You let out a huff and turned your head to the side, ripping your eyes away from him. “Fuck you Jake,” you said, letting out an annoyed sighed. 

Suddenly you could feel his breath against your neck, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against your jawline. “You fucking wish,” Jake whispered into your ear. 

Your whole body tensed, and you sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the air catch in your chest. A familiar-yet shameful feeling grew within you, making you clamp your legs together with fail feeling Jake’s own leg positioned between yours, brushing against the exposed skin of your thigh. You took in a deep inhale trying to calm yourself down but instead were met by the intoxicating smell of his cologne that made your head start to spin.

Jake chuckled and glanced down, noticing your movement. Instead of removing his foot from between your legs, he nudged it further open with the side of his foot. “Ah, you do want me to fuck you then huh?” Jake taunted.

Your cheeks flushed, feeling embarrassed that you had been caught. You knew what you were feeling was wrong but the ache growing between your legs had your head spinning and telling you that those thoughts in your head were good. 

You quickly turned your head back practically bumping your face against his. You locked eyes with him and clenched your jaw. “You’re out of your mind. Why would anyone want to fuck you?” you spat at him. 

A smile grew on Jake’s face, and you watched his tongue poke out, wetting his bottom lip. “Must be my charm,” Jake said, giving you a wink. 

You threw your head back and laughed, truly taken back by his comment. “You? Charming? You clearly must be drunk,” you said, tauntingly. 

Jake’s smile on his face disappeared and his face set in a glare. He inched himself closer to you, so your noses were practically touching. “Maybe, but love, I can guarantee there is no amount of alcohol in the world that could possibly rid me from the amount of anger and hate you make me feel,” Jake sneered. 

You found your eyes dancing around his face, a blank expression on yours not knowing what to say. Most of the time you were able to brush off his comment but this one cut into you. 

Your jaw clenched so tight that the muscles in your jaw screamed at you. Your chest rose and fell heavily with each breath you took, and you were surprised you couldn’t see puffs of smoke in the air as you pushed out an audible huff through your nose.

Jake let out a breathy laugh and turned his head away from you. “What? Can’t take the heat?” Jake asked, tilting his head to the side. From the angle he tilted his head, your eyes cascaded down his neck seeing his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat while he awaited your response. 

You hated him. You hated the way he spoke to you; you hated the way you instantly found yourself getting riled up just being in his presence, but most of all you hated the way he undeniably made your legs clamp together and left your panties in a dripping mess. 

You uncrossed your arms letting them fall back to rest against the island. “Of course, I can take the heat. You’re just pathetic is all. You’re a fucking ass Jake Kiszka,” you sneered, tilting your chin up towards him. 

Jake smirked and trailed his eyes trail over your face, landing on your lips. Your mouth parted and you wet your bottom lip with your tongue unconsciously. Jake moved his face closer to you and rested his other hand to the side of you, trapping you between his arms and the counter.  

Your mind started to race as his eyes stayed locked on your lips, still inching close. You soon found your eyes slipping shut but just before his mouth was about to connect with yours, he turned his head and looked over your shoulder. His hand that was by your hip moved behind you as he plucked a bottle off the island. 

Jake pushed himself back, a playful smirk on his face, watching your face twist in confusion. “Something wrong love? Were you expecting something else?” Jake asked, pulling the top off the bottle, and taking a swig from it. 

You let out a frustrated groan and glared at him, crossing your arms against your chest once again. “Of course not. I’m not that stupid and I’m not that fucking easy,” you said, rolling your eyes. You even found it hard to believe the lie you pushed past your lips. 

“So I’ve noticed,” Jake said, smirking at you as he raised the bottle back to his lips. You uncrossed your arms and smacked them down at your sides, bawling your hands into fists. 

“God, you just make me so fucking mad you know that?” you snapped, taking a step forward towards him. 

“Ah, do I? I haven’t noticed,” Jake smirked, tilting his head down to look at you. 

“Would you stop that!” you yelled, feeling a crease form between your brows. 

“Stop what doll?” Jake said, cocking his head to the side, trying to read you. 

“You! Fucking smirking and laughing and shit. You find this amusing?” you asked, pushing a finger into his chest. 

Jake was taking another sip out of the bottle but sputtered and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as the liquid leaked out of the corner of his mouth. He let out a small laugh and swallowed the rest of the alcohol. “You know, I do actually. It’s very amusing,” Jake grinned, taking a step towards you. “It’s very cute how you’re trying to hide just how bad you want me,”

Another frustrated groan left your chest, and you shook your head. “God, I fucking hate you so much. You just make me so fucking mad. I-I swear sometimes I just wanna-“

“Just wanna what? Hm? Wanna hurt me?” Jake said, taking another step towards you and moved his mouth to the side of your ear. “Do you promise you’ll make it hurt baby?” Jake whispered into your ear. 

A small gasp escaped you, only one that he could hear, and you watched him back up to look at you. The same stupid smirk growing on his face. 

Your eyes were locked on his and your whole body seemed to freeze. You didn’t know what to say. Instead, you cleared your throat, turning yourself back towards the counter and grabbing your drink while you walked past him. While you did so, you intentionally bumping into him with your shoulder as you excited. 

The rest of the night you tried to distract yourself by talking to friendly faces, but you couldn’t help but ignore the feeling of his presence. You would look over the shoulder of someone you were chatting with and there he was, leaning up against the wall or chatting with someone but his eyes always found yours. 

The tension in the room was thick and heavy. You could cut it with a knife. But this time it was a different kind of tension- not the short of tension the two of you were used to. The walls continued to feel as though they were suffocating you, but you knew the real reason you found it hard to breathe was because of the way Jake’s eyes were piercing through you. 

The harsh glare that usually overtook Jake’s face was now gone. Instead, his face was softened, and a light shade of pink covered the apples of his cheeks from the alcohol he had been drinking. His eyes that you so often found slitted and harsh you now found round and relaxed but there was something else written in them. It was like he was calling you with them wanting you to notice he was there. 

While he leaned against the wall, you could tell that he wasn’t just looking at you…he was studying you. Taking in not only the way you looked but the way you interacted with others. He found himself intrigued at the way you found yourself reaching out to grab hold of someone’s shoulder when they made you laugh or the way your eyes crinkled in the corner as you smiled. However, it wasn’t just him now noticing this sudden change. Whatever energy he was putting out was now influencing you. Your body seemed to buzz with this sort of electricity, feeling the tips of your toes and fingers tingle every time you caught Jake’s eye. 

It felt like this was the first time you were truly seeing him. Your eyes wandered all over him, taking him in. You were able to notice how the side up his mouth pulled up in the corner when he was talking to someone and when he smiled or laughed, he almost seemed to glow. 

Jake let out a giggle loud enough for you to hear across the room and you watched him rake his hand through his hair, catching its wavey locks between his fingers. Every small detail you noticed made you clench your legs together- from the way his nose came to a perfect point, to the way he would rub his fingers around the sides of his mouth when he was in a deep conversation with someone or the way he would lick over his pillowy soft lip after taking a sip from his drink. 

You tried your best to shake off the feeling that had overcome you which ultimately led to you downing a couple drinks to try and suppress the feeling. It helped to a point, and you felt the small buzz creeped into you, making you feel a bit loose and help ease the butterflies in your stomach. 

The night continued smoothly with you and Jake exchanging a few more glances at each other. Some of them seemed playful and flirty but sometimes you found him glaring at you with his jaw locked in place tightly making the muscles in his jaw flex. It made you frustrated. How could he look so sweet one time and then the next time look at you like he wanted to rip your head off?

You ended up stopping to chat with someone you recognized from middle school, indulging in the old stories you two were sharing together. You had been so caught up in conversation that you didn’t see Jake start to creep your way. The two of you were so infested in the conversation as you laughing together, reminiscing about younger days when suddenly you felt someone bump into your shoulder, making you spill your drink on your shirt. 

“What the fuck!” you said, turning on your heels to try and find the perpetrator. Your eyes landed on Jake who was glancing at you over his shoulder with a smug expression on his face. 

You let out a huff and threw your hand down against your thigh in frustration. “I fucking hate you Jacob!” you yelled, turning back to the girl you were chatting with, excusing yourself while you made your way to find a bathroom to clean off.

You started down the small hallway, finding the bathroom and locking yourself in it. You set your cup down on the counter and looked in the mirror seeing a stain covering the front of your shirt. You clenched your jaw and let out a huff through your nose. You were furious. Jake just kept digging deeper and deeper tonight pushing all your buttons to try and strike up your nerves. 

Grasping the handle of the sink, you turned on the faucet and started cleaning the stain on your shirt but wiped your head around hearing the doorknob jiggle. “Someone’s in here!” you called over your shoulder. 

The jiggling stopped for a second but then the sound of someone’s fists banging on the door made you whip your head around once again. “I said someone’s in here!” you yelled in frustration. 

This time the banging on the door was harder and made the entire door shake. You let out a groan, turning off the sink and walked over to the door grasping the handle and pulling it open. “Jesus Christ! I said someone was in-“

The words were caught in your throat seeing Jake standing in front of you, one of his arms propped on the door frame as he leaned against it. You let out a scoff and went to shut the door again, but we’re stopped by Jake’s hand pressing against the door. You shot him a glare which he ignored as he pushed the door open and stepped inside the bathroom. 

“I didn’t say you could come in,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Good thing I didn’t ask then,” Jake said shrugging as he closed the bathroom door, leaning himself against it and crossing his own arms over his chest. 

“What do you want Jake? you sighed defeatedly. You were over it. The constant bickering was exhausting, and you didn’t have it in you to keep at it. Plus, you now felt a bit nervous in his presence from all the looks he was shooting your way.

You turned back towards the sink, turning the faucet back on and grabbing a towel off the towel rack and wetting it. You started dabbing at your shirt, slowly raising your eyes to look at him in the mirror. One of Jake’s hands was raised to his mouth, a finger rubbing over his bottom lip as he looked back at you in the mirror. You were now the one to cock your head to the side and shoot him a puzzled look. 

Jake’s eyes met yours in the mirror and then ripped away as they slowly trailed down your body. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling your whole body freeze and goosebumps form across your skin watching him take in your figure. You quickly looked away, continuing to try and get the stain out of your shirt. “I’m serious Jake, what do you want?” 

The sound of the lock clicking made you turn around to face him. You frowned and looked at him, seeing that same stupid smirk on his face. “Jake what are you doing?” you asked, placing the damp towel on the counter and spinning yourself around.

Jake pushed himself off the door and took a few short steps toward you, closing the distance between the two of you. He didn’t stop until you were forced to press the small of your back up against the lip of the counter. 

“J-Jake,” you said, raising your hands up to press against his chest to try and stop him from coming closer but failed. As he came closer, you could smell the mixture of alcohol and hos cologne on him. He finally stopped himself, only a few inches away from you, your hands still on his chest, failing to push him back- not really wanting to push him back really. 

Jake’s eyes dipped down, and you watched them dance around your face before ultimately landing on your lips. He pulled his own bottom lip between his lip and mumbled something under his breath. You flicked your eyes back up to his own and saw his eyes looking back at you, his lids heavy as they peered down at you. 

A gasp escaped you when you felt his leg slide between yours, brushing against the inside of your thigh, feeling the fabric of your skirt ride up. Your hands instinctively gripped the fabric of his shirt, catching some of the chains from his necklaces in your hands. You looked back up and watched the corner of his mouth pull up in a smirk.

“Jake w-what are you doing?” you stuttered, your own eyes starting to dance across his face trying to read him. Jake hummed and leaned further into you, his mouth coming to the side of your face, whispering into your ear. 

“I think you know love,” he said, his voice deep and gravely, making you shudder. 

“W-what?” you stuttered, taken by surprise by his actions. 

“Oh, come on darling, don't play dumb,” Jake said, speaking into your neck. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all night…you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

You let out a scoff and pushed him back trying to ignore the tingly feeling in the bottom of your stomach. “You must be out of your mind,” you snap, one hand still clutching the fabric of his shirt. Jake took a small step back; his leg still resting between yours while he smirked at you. 

“Is that so?” Jake says, cocking his head to the side and then you suddenly feel the top of his leg push forward and brush against your clit. You let out a gasp, biting your bottom lip.

“Sure, you don’t know what you’re talking about?” Jake said, placing both hands next to your hips on the counter, closing the distance between you. 

“Jake, d-dont,” you say, turning your head to avoid having to look at him. You knew, one glance and it was all over. You suddenly felt Jake’s breath against your neck, and it took you everything in your power to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you. 

“I’ll stop whenever you want me to,” Jake said, brushing his lips against the soft skin of your neck. The moans that were trying to desperately hold back ended up escaping, letting a soft whine fill the room.

“Mmm, see, we both know you don't want me to stop,” Jake said, pressing his lips to your neck. There was no point of holding anything back anymore and you let him draw out a pathetic whimper while you closed your eyes and leaned your head back.

“Is that right? Thought you hated me? Now look at you, practically crumbling to your feet before me…fucking pathetic,” Jake spat, removing his face away from your neck. You opened your eyes, bringing your face down to look at him while you clenched your jaw. 

“Oh, trust me, I do fucking hate you,” you said, through gritted teeth. Jake cocked his head to the side, his eyes gleaming in the low lighting from the bathroom. You watched as his tongue poked out of his mouth, grazing over the bottom of his lip while he turned his head to the side. 

“Oh yeah? Prove it,” Jake said in a voice that daunted you and left you shuddering before him. He knew he had put you in a position where you so badly want to push him away, but your body was failing you and telling you- pleadingfor you to draw him closer to you. 

You stared back at him, your eyes flickering all around his face while he stared back at you. He cocked one of his brows up, challenging you, waiting to see if you would make a move. 

You sucked in a hiss and the hands that were pressed to his chest, took hold of the fabric as you yanked him towards you. His mouth instantly collided with yours and you felt a rush throughout your body finally feeling his lips connecting with yours.

Jake’s hands found your waist and gripped your hips harshly as he pinned them back against the counter. You sucked in a breath feeling his hands finally on you. His touch was something you didn’t know you craved and now you had a piece of it, you knew there was no chance of going back. 

Both of your kisses were hungry as your mouths attacked each other, fighting for dominance while trying to communicate this ‘hatred’ the two of you had for one another. 

Your knees practically buckled when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip and then slip into your mouth. You let out a small moan into his mouth, removing one of your hands from his chest to grab at the side of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

Jake let out a hiss feeling you give a small tug to the hair on the base of his neck. He backed himself away just a few inches so he could get a good look at you. Your lips were swollen, and your cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink, this time not from the alcohol. You gripped harder on the handful of hair at the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back towards you. Jake bit his lip and smirked, leaning back into you.

“That’s it baby, need you to make it hurt,” Jake mumbled against your lips. His mouth returned to your, somehow hungrier than it was before. 

Your hands wandered over each other's bodies, pulling, and grabbing at each other not holding back. Your hand bawled the fabric of his shirt up tightly, raking your fingers over the fabric and digging into his skin beneath it. 

Jake bit down on your bottom lip, making you let out a hiss, feeling him break through the skin. “Fuck you,” you groaned. 

“Oh, trust me, I’m going to,” Jake smirked, placing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. He took a step back, making you release the hold on his shirt. You were flustered and breathless resulting in your chest rising and falling with each breath you took. 

You rested your hands on the counter behind you while Jake studied you. He leaned back against the door, one hand on his face while he stroked his chin. His eyes wandered all over you, stopping occasionally, to soak up the edge of your curves. You felt yourself moving your legs together, trying to relieve the ache that grew between them.

Jake’s stare was heavy and intense, and you found your knuckles starting to turn white as you gripped harder against the counter. His stare was predatory…primal. There was a want- a need. A stare that was luring you in while you stood there helplessly waiting for him to sink his teeth into you. You were his prey, and he was going to devour you from the inside out and you gladly welcomed it. 

He had his bottom lip trapped between his two fingers, rolling it around while you watched his eyes narrow. Hiis hand lowered away from his mouth and then signal with his two fingers for you to approach him. You slowly released your grip you had against the counter and straightened yourself up.

“C'mere don’t go shy on me now love,” Jake said, the corner of his mouth twitching, clearly amused by your shudden shyness. 

“I’m not fucking shy,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoe. 

“What was that?” Jake asked, a crease forming between his eyes.

You cleared your throat and clenched your jaw, slowly bringing your eyes up to meet his. “I’m. Not. Fucking. Shy.”

You immediately regretted your words seeing Jake’s hand shoot out and wrap around your neck. A strangled gasp escaping you, feeling your breath catch in your throat as his hands dug into the sides of your neck. Your hands flew up, clutching his wrist while he peered down at you from the bridge of his nose. His eyes were ice cold, and you could see the muscles in his jaw flex as he clenched down. 

Jake moved his face close to yours, the tip of his nose poking against the hollow of your cheek. ‘I’m so sick of your fucking mouth. Knees now.” Jake hissed through gritted teeth. You could feel Jake press into the side of your neck once more, making your head spin from the lack of oxygen. 

“I said. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees,” Jake spat and in one quick movement had you by the back of your hair, yanking you down before him. You felt the cold tile hit your knees and you let out a hiss feeling the combined pain of the floor against you and the ache of your hair being grasped against the base of your neck. 

Jake released his grip on you and moved his hand to cup the bottom of your chin, tilting it up towards him. You slowly looked up to meet his eyes and found yourself practically drooling at the sight of him. His long hair cascaded around his face and his bottom lip was parted and glistened from the thin sheen of saliva that coated it. 

His thumb lightly brushed the bottom of your lip, and you watched as he took in a visible breath, his chest rising and falling as he did. The sight of him was enough to make your head spin as you felt your wetness pooling between your legs. He looked completely fucked out with his heavy lids drinking in the sight of you kneeling before him. 

Jake pulled his hand away from you and started to quickly undo his belt, not paying much attention as his eyes stayed fixated upon you. You took your eyes off his looking down when you heard the metallic clinking of his belt buckle. You found your hands having a mind of their own as they came up to help him, popping open the button of his jeans. 

“Someone’s eager, hm?” Jake taunted while letting out a soft chuckle. You raised your eyes to his, a stern look coming over your face as you began to unzip him. 

“Shut up Jake,” you hissed, grabbing the top of his jeans, and sliding them down so they rested at the middle of his thighs. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Jake raise a hand and before you knew it a small smack landed to the side of your cheek. 

“Watch your mouth…you’ll be needing it soon,” Jake scolded. You rolled your eyes and moved your eyes back down to his center. Once your eyes landed back on him, you found yourself pulling your bottom lip into your mouth while you tried to hold back a groan. 

You could see his hardness straining against his boxers and a small wet spot to the side where his own arousal was having its own effect on him. “Fuck,” you mumbled, running one of your hands up the length of his thigh, squeezing at the muscle. 

“Yeah? Want to put your filthy little mouth around my cock?” Jake asked, moving his hips forwards toward your face. You bit your lip, tilting your head to connect with his gaze while you moved your hand to his center, palming at his bulge. You watched his expression change as he furrowed his brows together and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Jake’s eyes flicked down to your hand, and you felt him push his hips into it.

Jake moved his hands that were hanging down beside him, to sweep some of your hair that hung down in front of your face, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. “Take them off and wrap that dirty little mouth of yours around me,” Jake growled. 

Your eyes flicked back up to him seeing his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. An evil and cruel sight as he peered down at you; his jaw clenched while he tried his best to refrain himself. It was like watching a hawk circling above you, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. 

You took your eyes away from Jake’s, landing back on his hardness and moved your hand upward to tuck your fingers under the elastic band. You grabbed hold of the band slowly sliding the fabric down his legs. You had to hold back the gasp that threatened itself when his length revealed itself, coming up to hit against his stomach. You could feel yourself crumbling at the sight. The tip of his cock had a small bead of his arousal glistened in the low light in the bathroom. You found yourself stunned by his length, seeing the tip coming to rest just below his belly button.

“See something you like, doll?” Jake spoke from above you. You quickly nodded, not able to take your eyes off him. “Go on then,” Jake said, guiding your face towards him with your ponytail. 

You raised one of your hands and took his length in your hand, feeling just how big he was. His skin was warm and velvety smooth and as you wrapped your fingers around him, found they were barely able to touch. 

You moved yourself closer towards him, your hand stroking up his length, circling your thumb over his tip and spreading his arousal. You heard Jake let out a groan, urging you to continue. 

You gave him a few long, languid strokes before bringing your face close to his cock and giving his tip a teasing lick. The taste of him on your tongue made you let out a small moan and your eyes practically rolled back in your head. It was like tasting forbidden fruit, you knew you were supposed to but now that you’ve had a taste you knew you weren’t going to be able to stay away. 

You could feel Jake tighten his hand around your hair in response making a small whimper escape you. “Ah c’mon baby…I know you like a little pain,” Jake said in a deep, sultry voice.

You continue to teasingly lick around his shaft before bringing your tongue to the underside of his length and licking a long stripe up him until you got to his tip and took him into your mouth. “Fuuuck,” Jake groaned, throwing his head back against the door with a thud. 

You eventually sunk down onto him, feeling the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat and swallowing around him. “Oh god,” Jake moaned, feeling his cock twitch deep inside your mouth. 

Jake grabbed harder against your hair and forced you further down until the tip of your nose was pushed against the small dusting of hair. Tears started to spring to your eyes, and you fought your hardest trying not to gag. 

“Right there. C’mon now let me see those eyes. Wanna see how- fuck, how good you look with a mouthful of my cock,” Jake stuttered in between moans. 

You slowly lifted your gaze upward, watching the muscle on the exposed part of his abdomen twitch and tighten. You continue your stare upwards, seeing how his chest rose and fell as he took in shaky breaths feeling his own pleasure take over. 

Creeping higher, you saw the sides of his neck exposed and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. The back of Jake’s head was resting on the bathroom door. His eyes were shut, and his brows were furrowed with his mouth hanging open. The sight of him made your core ache and left you clamping your thighs together. 

Jake’s hand was still holding you down on him and you found yourself breathing in deeply through your nose trying to force yourself around him. You watched Jake open his eyes and slowly peer down at you, looking at you over the bridge of his nose. You looked up at him with your tear filled eyes, nostril flaring with each breath you took around him. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth seeing the sight of him buried deep in your mouth. 

“Finally got you to shut up huh?” Jake taunted and then finally tugged you back by your ponytail. He watched you come off of him, a string of saliva connected the two of you. You took in a deep audible breath, trying to catch your breath between coughs. 

Your hand found the base of his cock, wrapping around it and while you caught your breath. You started to stroke him once again, him now slick in your hand from your saliva. 

As you did, you peered up at him to see his response. Jake’s mouth was parted, and you watched him close it, clenching his jaw as you worked your way up to his tip. “Fuck,” he moaned, while his whole body shuddered as you circled his head with your palm. 

“Do you still hate me?” you asked, peering up at him through your lashes and rubbing his tip over the flat of your tongue.

“Fucking Christ,” Jake groaned, tightening his hold around your hair, making the back of your head practically scream for some sort of relief. 

You were leaning forward to wrap your mouth around him again when he forcefully tugged you back and pulled you to the side of him. He stepped away from the door and yanked you to where he was standing before, with your back facing the door. 

You winced, feeling pain course through you as Jake yanked you around handling you like you were nothing. You were something small and weak and he knew you wouldn’t fight him because deep down you were the one who was secretly hungry for him.

“Oh hush, I know you like it,” Jake snapped, positioning himself in front of you and trapping you between the door and his body. 

There was barely enough space for you to even look up at him and when you did, you saw him looking down at you, leaning against the door with his hand. His cock was inches away from your face, daring you to reach out and touch him. 

Jake let go of your hair and as he did, your head bounced back to hit the door from the sheer force of his hand that was once wrapped around you. You clenched your jaw, trying to push down the pain, taking a deep inhale. 

Jake smirked and tilted his chin up towards you. “You’re mean even when you aren’t talking…it’s not nice. Gonna have to teach you some manners,” Jake mumbled, while bringing his hand to your face and brushing his thumb over the top of your cheek. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to move your hand away from his palm but was quickly stopped when you felt his hand firmly grasp your face. His grip was tight as he pinched his fingers into the hollows of your cheek. 

“See, you could be nice but you’re not and it’s rather dumb of you because I know how badly you want it, so stop fucking fighting me,” Jake hissed and then shoved your head back, so it was now pressed against the door. 

“Not gonna let you get away with that thought…gonna have to teach you a lesson, okay?” Jake said in a horse force, letting up in the pressure of his fingers around your face. You quickly nodded, no longer feeling the urge to fight with him. 

Jake removed his hand from your face and wrapped it around his dick, giving it a few long strokes. “I’m gonna fuck those filthy words right out of your mouth,” Jake growled, tilting his hips forward so his hand now brushed against your bottom lip with each stroke. 

You started back at Jake, blinking a couple times before moving your gaze lower to watch him work himself over. Just the sight of him pleasuring himself would’ve been more than enough to send you over the edge.

Your gaze softened and you felt drunk off him. His words that you often hated hearing now left you crumbling before him. His presence that often made you immediately angered, annoyed and wanting to find a way to escape him now did the opposite by luring you in and enticing you to come back for more. 

“Open for me baby,” Jake whispered from above you. You did what he said, slowly unhinged your jaw and as you did you felt his tip brushing over your bottom lip.

“There you go, open a little wider for me, I wanna feel all of you,” Jake said, removing his hand from his cock and slowly started to press into your mouth. You fully released your jaw, allowing for him to slide fully in, resulting in a deep groan from him. You shifted your eyes upward, giving him an obscene sight as he sunk his cock further back, nudging the back of your throat. 

Jake’s brows furrowed and he let out a wince which to the blind eye would’ve made someone think he was in pain, but you knew it was pure pleasure. “God, fuck,” Jake groaned, resting his forehead against the inside of his arm. He slowly pulled out of your mouth before delivering a hard thrust to the back of your throat making you sputter and gag around him. 

“That’s it, c’mon I know your filthy mouth can take it,” Jake spurred on, pressing further back into your throat, making you gag around him. Your hand immediately came to his thigh, and you pushed him back feeling like your lungs were on fire. Jake took a step back, removing his cock from your mouth and let out a giggle. 

“Awe c’mon y/n, I know you can do better than that,” Jake said looking down and giving you a half smile. You looked back up at him, your eyes narrowing as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. 

Jake’s brows creased and you watched him take in a heavy breath before feeling his palm connect with your cheek. “Be fucking nice, I’m so sick of it,” Jake said scolding you.

You pushed your tongue to the side of your cheek and turned your head to the side, not meeting his gaze. “I am being nice,” you mumbled. 

Jake scoffed from above you and you felt his hand grab the bottom of your chin tilting it up towards him. “You know if you’re gonna say something smart, you better speak up so I can hear you. Now open your fucking mouth,” Jake spat.

You knew you were now in for it, seeing his playfulness quickly turn into frustration. You hesitantly opened your mouth knowing this time there was going to be no stopping the havoc he was about to unleash on your throat. 

You had barely opened your mouth when Jake forced it open with his cock and quickly showed it down your throat, giving you no time to adjust to him. His hand found the top of your head, grabbing hold of your hair as he started to mercilessly fuck into your mouth, pulling your forward onto him with each thrust. 

“Yeah, that’s fucking right, gonna fuck those words right out of you,” Jake grunted in between moans. You felt your whole body struggling against him. The muscles in your stomach tensing as you gagged around him, feeling tears start to fall down the sides of your cheeks. 

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment trying to fight back against your body, but we’re immediately scolded by Jake. “Open your eyes, wanna see your pretty little face while I fuck it,” Jake said, tugging the top of your hair just enough to make your neck crane upward. 

“There we go- God. Fuck!” Jake said, continuing his quick pace in your mouth. You would’ve been afraid at the thought of somebody possibly listening to the explicit sounds leaving your bodies, but you found yourself being able to tune everything out, leaving just you and Jake in the moment.

Jake delivered one final trust into your mouth and instead of pulling out, rested his cock right in the back of your throat. The blow of his thrust, pinning your head back against the door, feeling the walls of your throat swallow around him. 

Jake whimpered and turned his head to the side, burying his face into the side of his arm. You could see his mouth open as he tugged his teeth into the side of his arm, pulling in a hiss. He moved his head away from his arm and peered down at you, his pupil blown wide, consuming his iris. “God, how does something so filthy and sinful feel like heaven?” 

You held his gaze, watching him stare down lustfully at the sight of his cock hidden deep down inside your throat. He slowly pulled his hips back, removing his cock from your mouth. Once fully out of your mouth, you inhaled deeply trying to take in the air around you to help ease the fire that burned in your lungs. 

“Atta girl, see I knew you could do it,” Jake said, releasing the hold from your hair and moving his hand to gently stroke your cheek. His thumb moved down, brushing over your bottom lip, still slick with saliva and spreading the mess across your face. “Pretty,” Jake mumbled. 

You were taken back from his comment. You didn’t think in a million years you would ever hear Jake give you a compliment, let alone calling you pretty. Hearing his words of admiration made you suddenly feel shy, feeling blush spread across your cheeks.

Jake moved his hand away from your face, holding it out for you to take. You grabbed hold of it and felt Jake help bring you up, so you were standing in front of him. Your knees and thighs ached from being in such an uncomfortable position for so long that you found yourself grabbing his shoulder as you steadied yourself. 

Jake gave a small chuckle, watching you struggle to maintain your balance. He removed his hand from your grasp and brought it up to your face, brushing away the strands of hair that were sticking to the sides of your face from the saliva that coated your mouth. 

You stared longingly into his eyes, noticing the small golden flecks in his eyes that you never once had seen before. You watched as Jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. This time it wasn’t rushed or hungry, it was surprisingly sweet. 

Jake pulled his lips away from you, resting his forehead against yours. He swiped his thumb up and down your cheek and as you stared back at him, feeling like this was the first time you were truly seeing him. He appeared soft before you, something that you hadn’t expected to see on him. But before you knew it, that special moment was gone watching him back his face away from yours, an evil smile forming across his face. “Probably thought I didn’t forget, hm?” Jake cooed, turning his head to the side. 

“W-what?” you asked, frowning in confusion. Jake let out a small chuckle and moved his face to the side of yours. You felt his hand grab hold of your waist, pulling them towards him. 

“Still gotta teach you some manners” Jake whispered into your ear, giving it a small nip, and making the hair on your neck stand up.

Before you had time to answer, Jake was picking you up and placing you on the edge of the counter. As he walked you over, you could feel his cock brushing against the inside of your leg, and you felt your whole body shudder from the contact. 

Jake set you down on the counter, standing in between your legs. His hands still rested on your hips, digging his fingers into the muscle feeling a dull ache start to form. He stared at you intensely and you held your breath waiting to see what his next moves were. A sudden gasp escaped you felt you felt him shift his hips forward, brushing his erection against the front of your panties, ghosting over your clit. Your hands once again found themselves gripping the fabric of his shirt, your mouth hanging loosely as you folded forward into him. 

Jake let out a small chuckle grabbing hold of you while your forehead resting against his chest. You were certain that you could feel his body relax into you, but the moment was short lived, feeling his hand come off of your hip and onto your shoulder. 

“Awe c’mon now…I haven’t even touched you and you’re quite literally folding in front of me,” Jake said, pushing you back by your shoulder so you were now sitting upright. “Don’t go soft on me now,” Jake whispered, trailing the tip of his finger down your shoulder. 

He swept his finger back up the length of your arm and then proceeded to run it over the length of your collar bone. You sat on the edge of the counter watching him intently while you saw his eyes flick down to watch his hands trace over your body. 

You felt your breath catch in your chest when you felt the tip of his finger dip under the front of your tank top and teasingly swipe over the swell of your breast. Your mouth parted slightly, and you instinctively arched your back into his touch. Jake’s eyes flicked up to yours and you watched his eyes soften as he took in the sight of you. 

Jake’s eyes danced over your face, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth feeling yourself getting drunk off the way he was staring at you. It seemed like his guard was down and you saw that small, rare glimpse of his soft side. 

Jake's other hand came to cup the side of your neck and you watched his eyes flick down to your lips. You watched as Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth and then swipe over his bottom lip. 

You let your free hand that wasn’t grabbing hold of his shirt come up to rest on his abdomen, the palm of your hand brushing against the bare skin of his thigh while you slid your hand upwards. Jake took in a shaky breath feeling your hand rest on his body and you felt his cock twitch against your inner thigh. You watched him slowly lean into you, his eyes never leaving yours before his mouth met your own.

This time when his lips met yours, you found time to start to slow down. While you both wanted each other badly, even if you wouldn’t admit it, this new kiss felt soft…passionate even. 

You found your hands traveling up the length of him, exploring his own body and discovering places you didn’t even know about. You were rather surprised, feeling just how warm his body felt under your hand since more times than not, his presence would leave you feeling ice cold. 

Jake took his time with you, placing soft kisses to your lips while his hands gently roamed your body, lingering on the tops of your hips while he gave them a good squeeze. He gave a teasing lick to your top lip and just as you started to part it, he pulled away giving you a teasing smirk. You let out a huff, bawling the fabric of his shirt into your hand out of frustration. 

Jake let out a laugh and then press his mouth to your cheek, giving it a small kiss. “Hm? Something you want?” Jake asked, beginning to press small kisses under the shell of your ear and down your neck. 

You threw your head back, feeling his lips graze over the sensitive skin on your neck and instantly start to feel your wetness pool between your legs. “Fuuuuck Jake,” you moan, clamping your eyes closed and pushing your chest further into him. 

“What?” Jake mumbled into your skin while his hand that had a hold on your hip coming off and started to squeeze your thigh. You released the hold on his shirt and snaked your arm behind his head, pulling his head further into your neck as he began to suck on it. “Fuck,” you moaned, sliding your hand down his shirt trying to reach his erection. 

Jake took his hand that was resting on the side of your neck and placed it over your free hand and stopped it. You instantly opened your eyes and looked down at his hand and then back up to him with a confused frown on your face. 

Jake’s eyes met your and you saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile before shooting you a coy looking trying his best to hide the smile on his face. “Still gotta teach you those manners” Jake said in a slightly British accent. You let out a soft giggle and looked down, hiding the blush the was creeping onto your face. 

“I think it’s time to change that,” Jake said, leaning his face back towards yours so he could whisper in your ear. 

Jake’s hand that was resting on your thigh slowly started to run up and down it and you found your leg slowly starting to close, feeling your arousal spread throughout your body. Jake started to pepper kisses along your neck once more and released his hand on top of yours. 

“You don’t get to touch me until I tell you to, now keep that hand right there and don’t you dare move it, do you understand?” Jake growled into your ear. You quickly nodded your head against him, gripping another handful of his shirt, this time to make sure you hung onto him and didn’t dare to move. 

Jake’s hand that was rubbing against your thigh came down and gave it a small tap that made your whole body jolt. 

“Words. C’mon you know this…and don’t get too smart with them,” Jake said, continuing to press sloppy open mouth kisses down your neck. 

“Y-yea-fuck'' you started to say but were cutoff when you felt Jake’s mouth suck on the special space where your shoulder connected to your neck. 

“Uh-uh, try it again,” Jake said, giving your thigh another swat before reattaching his mouth to your neck. You took in a deep inhale, leaning your head back and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Yes Jake,” you moaned, your hand that had been resting on the back of his neck, coming to tangle in his hair. You felt Jake’s hand continue to squeeze harder into your thigh and your whole body shuddered when you felt his thumb come down and swipe the edge of your panties. 

“Yeah?” Jake said, pulling his mouth off your neck to look at your face that was tightly knitted together in pleasure. You bit your bottom lip, nodding your head while you gripped on the back of his head harder, trying to draw him back to you, 

Jake continued to give you soft kisses along your neck, his hand still resting on your thigh while he continued to give you teasing swipes to the inside of your thigh. You found yourself growing impatient as Jake continued to tease you and you found yourself throwing your head back against the mirror and letting out a loud huff. 

Jake sucked rather harshly against your neck, surely leaving a mark as he silently scolded you. 

Your face shriveled up from the dull ache Jake was pulling against your skin, a warning to show that he didn’t have to use his words to get to you to behave. He made sure unspoken words were now a part of you. His own scripture now woven into your skin. 

You were so caught up in feeling Jake’s mouth wander across your skin that you practically flew across the room feeling his thumb finally come down to swipe over your clit. A whimper escaped which resulted in Jake bucking his own hips against your leg in response to you. Your hand dug harder into his hair as he slowly started working on your bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy. 

With your head resting against the mirror, you found yourself sitting further back, allowing you to spread your legs even further apart for him. The sound of Jake letting out a low groan of approval is what had you slowly starting to approach your edge. The combination of Jake working steadily over you and the attentiveness he was giving to the sweet spot on your neck, had your body flooding with nothing but pure pleasure. 

Jake turned his head, taking his mouth away from your neck and rested his forehead against yours. You started helplessly into his eyes as your free hand gripped hard onto his hair and your other hand came down to latch onto his wrist that was working on you, trying to push him even closer against you as stars began to dance behind your eyes. 

Your jaw hung loosely, and you watched his eyes connect with yours to glance down at his hand, his tongue running over the bottom of his lip as he too furrowed his brows together. 

Jake’s face was bunched up as he focused hard on watching you unravel beneath his touch, pinpointing each spot that made your head spin. 

Your breathing started to become erratic and soon you were gasping for air while your legs slowly started to slide together. “J-Jake I’m gon-fuck. I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, folding yourself forward into him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

Jake moved his hand that wasn’t fixated between your legs to gently push you back and brush your hair out of your face. You looked up at him, your eyes barely able to stay open feeling yourself teetering right over the edge. 

You were just about to crash over it when Jake smirked and pulled his hand away. You instantly open your eyes and tighten your grip around Jake, frantically darting your eyes around his face to try and find a reason as to why he pulled away. 

Jake just stood there with his signature smug expression on his face, his eyes flickering back and forth from your eyes to your face watching as it bunches in confusion. 

“Jake what the fuck!” you groaned, hitting his chest, causing him to move back a bit. His head turned to face away from you, and you saw that playful smile on it but he quickly wiped it off as he turned back towards you. This time his eyes were dark and stern and as he came closer to you, your whole body froze. His presence was now the one you had become so familiar with. Cold, daunting, and able to suck up all the energy in the room as the room grew into a hushed silence. 

Jake’s hand flew away from your shoulder and wrapped around your neck, cutting into the pressure points. You found yourself gasping, feeling all the air empty from your lungs as he pressed you back to the mirror, pinning you there by your throat. He nudged your leg that had come close together as he wiggled himself between them. 

You were gasping for air, but Jake was relentless and only dug his fingers further into your neck. The way he was looking at you made your whole body tingle not only in excitement but also in anticipation as you tried to calculate his next move. 

Your hand flew up to his wrist, trying your hardest to signal to him to let up on the death grip he had on your throat. Jake looked at you sternly, his brows knitted together while the muscles in his jaw flexed as he clenched down. He pushed you further up against the mirror while he slowly came closer to your face. 

“J-Jake, you gasped, starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“Thought I told to stay still and not move,” Jake said, growling into your ear. 

You felt all the color drop from your face knowing you were in deep shit. You wriggled beneath him, trying to find some sort of leeway in his grasp but failed. Your hand gripped harder around his wrist which only made him tighten his hand further. The pressure was now almost unbearable, and it was to the point where you were starting to see stars, sadly this time not from pleasure. You closed your eyes, trying to pull in deep breaths through your nose to steady yourself. 

“Like I said, we’re gonna need to work on those manners,” Jake whispered. You opened your eyes as you felt his hips shift forward, the tip of his cock now catching your clit. You tried to gasp but were unable to from the sheer force Jake had around your neck. 

You looked up at him, knowingly looking desperate as you pleaded with your eyes from him to make a move and finish what he had started between your legs. Jake smirked at you, rutting his hips forward once again, this time firmly pressing his dick to your core. You let out a stifled moan and bit your lip trying your best to contain yourself. 

With his free hand, Jake moved his hand between your legs, grabbing the edge of your panties and pulling them to the side. Jake then reached down and grasped himself firmly, pumping himself slowly while staring longingly in your eyes. His hand that was wrapped around your throat loosened a bit, so you were now able to pull in a deep breath that your lungs were burning for. 

Jake licked his bottom lip and pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek turning his head to the side while he looked you up and down. “You want it?” Jake asked smugly, glancing down between your legs and swiping the tip of his cock over your clit. 

“Fuck!” you gasped feeling your whole body jolt from the contact. Your hand instinctively gripped harder around Jake’s wrist, this time digging your nails into his skin. Jake smirked and continued to run himself between your folds watching you completely lose yourself. 

“Tell me you want it…I want you begging for it,” Jake growled, running his tip down from your clit so it caught your entrance but before he dipped it in, moved it back up to circle your clit. 

“Jake, I need it! Need you to fuck me” you whimpered, bucking your hips up, trying to further chase him. Jake slowly looked up at you, looking completely fucked out under the low lighting of the bathroom. You could see him struggling to maintain his composure, seeing how his own body shuddered while he ran his cock through your wetness. 

“Good, but not good enough…use some manners,” Jake mumbled, adjusting his hand around your throat so his thumb grazed over your bottom lip. You let out a frustrated groan, clamping your eyes shut. 

“Jake just fucking do it!” you snapped back. You instantly felt Jake’s hand come off your throat to deliver a small tap to the side of your face before quickly wrapping his hand around your throat once more. 

“Knock that shit off. I can easily walk away and leave you in here,” Jake spat through gritted teeth. 

“You can put you won't,” you quipped, this time your own evil smirk stretching across your face while you sat up, smiling at him from under your lashes. Jake’s hand tightened around your throat and firmly pushed you back against the mirror, far harsher than before leaving the back of your head to hit the mirror causing you to wince. 

“Fucking watch me,” Jake growled into your ear, rutting his hips up against your center. You threw your head back, your jaw unhinging while a small moan escaped you. 

“See, you think you’re all tough, but your body is failing you little one,” Jake said, slowly dragging the head of his dick through your folds, collecting your wetness over him. You couldn’t even snap back, you knew he was right and as much as you were trying to fight it, you wanted him in every way possible. 

“Now use those manners baby…say please,” Jake whispered into your ear, slowly moving down to brush his lips under the shell of your ear. You bit your lip and turned your head away from him letting out a deep sigh. 

“C’mon now baby, I know you want it. Just need to hear you say it,” Jake whispered against your skin, pressing light kisses against your neck. You couldn’t take it any longer, as badly as you wanted to fight against him and snap back, your body was failing you to make any rational decisions. 

“Jake…please. Please fuck me,” you whispered in a voice that was barely audible. Jake continued to press light kisses to your neck but pulled his mouth away just barely to mumble into your neck. 

“M’sorry what was that?” Jake mumbled and you were able to feel the evil smile that spread across his face against your neck. 

“I said plea-” You were instantly cut off feeling Jake’s cock dip down and slowly slide into you. You gasped and grabbed ahold of his arms feeling your whole body quiver around him. 

“Fuuuck,” you groaned, throwing your head back while you felt him push into the hilt. 

Jake sucked against your neck, his own shaky gasp breaking through him. He pulled himself upward, looking longingly at you while slowly tracing his eyes down your body to watch as he buried himself in you. 

“Mmm, see I knew that dirty mouth of yours could be sweet,” Jake said, pulling himself back and then pumping back into you slowly, feeling your walls wrap around him. “Fuck,” Jake whispered, his mouth parting slightly while he watched himself. 

Jake removed his hand from your throat and fixed both of his hands to rest on your hips, pulling you further towards him. A moan escaped you, feeling him push you further onto him. He slowly started to pump into you, his hands now starting to dig into the muscle of your hips. 

Jake removed one of his hands from your hip to grab the edge of his shirt and tuck it under his chin, so he was able to get a better view as he pumped into you. The sight of him looking completely fucked out as he pumped into you made you clench your walls around him. Jake’s eyes quickly flicked up to your face and you watched as he clenched his jaw. 

“Don’t fucking do that,” Jake growled, smacking the inside of your thigh. 

“Do what?” you asked, batting your lashes while you clenched harder around him. 

“Jesus fuck, that…stop it,” Jake moaned. 

“Mmm, why? Am I making you feel good?” you asked, removing your hand from his arm to push a strand of hair behind his ear, making the edge of his shirt he was holding fall back down between you. You could tell he was caught off guard by your action by the way his face knitted together but then slowly relaxed under your touch. 

“Shut up,” Jake mumbled, slipping his eyes shut while he pumped into you. A soft moan of pleasure escaped him, and he opened his eyes, this time dropping the softer side of him and looking at you with hungry eyes, wanting to devour you from the inside out. 

Jake gripped hard on your hips and delivered a hard thrust, his eyes fixated on your face to see your reaction. Your eyes grew wide, and you clung onto him, feeling the wind being knocked out of your chest by the sheer force he put behind him. 

Jake studied you for a moment and when he saw the reaction he pulled from you, pulled back and gave you another hard thrust. Your hands clawed onto his forearms, feeling the tip of his cock brush against your cervix. 

“Sh-shit Jake,” you moaned, closing your eyes, and letting out a groan  deep from within your chest. Jake stood in front of you watching your struggle to take him fully and the sheer sight of you falling apart around him only urged him on further. 

You felt one of his hands come off your hip to wrap your throat around, making you open your eyes to see him staring at you with heavy lidded eyes. His fingers gripped hard into your neck as he started to thrust into you hard, building a steady pace. 

With each pump, the tip of his cock found the special spot inside of you that made your walls flutter around him and made your head feel like it was floating. You found it hard to believe that the same man you had come to loathe and despise, was now making you completely enamored with him. The person you had come to hate had now given you the stupid mistake of giving a part of himself to you and you knew that this was going to be far deeper than any cut the two of you had made in the past. 

The two of you were gripping and pawing at each other trying to fight not only each other but yourselves as you both slowly started to overcome the distaste you had for each other that slowly turned into nothing but lust-filled pleasure. You could hear the music booming from outside the bathroom and you were hoping it was loud enough to mask the animalistic sounds that were coming from the two of you. 

Jake was no longer taking his time to try and be gentle, with each thrust he would move your whole body backwards, sliding you back on the top of the counter. The hand he had wrapped around your neck was so tight you knew red marks would be left but you found yourself able to ignore the ache as pleasure swept throughout your body. 

Jake slowed his pace down and pulled out of you almost all the way before delivering one final hard thrust into you that made your whole body collapse around him. You rested your head to his chest letting out a shaky groan. As you sat back up, you released one of your hands from his forearms and smacked his chest hard. 

“I fucking hate you,” you mumbled. 

“Mmm, is that so?” Jake said in a voice that was barely audible. You quickly nodded your head against him and felt him tap your hip. “Bend over for me.” 

You nodded your head and watched as Jake took a small step back, sliding out of you making your let out a small whimper. The corner of Jake’s mouth turned up in a small smile hearing the sound of your protest as he pulled away from you. 

As you scooted off the counter, you couldn’t help but ignore the dull ache not only between your legs but deep inside of you from where he was brushing against your cervix. 

You fully stood yourself up, brushing the hair out of your face and trying to regain what you had left of your composure, but it was short lived feeling Jake’s hand on your hip and instantly spinning you around to face the counter. 

Jake stepped up behind you, pressing his erection to your back and placing a hand on the top of your shoulder. His hand rubbed against your shoulder while he pressed your hips into the edge of the counter making you unconsciously start to bend over. 

Jake pulled you back up and pulled you against him, so your back was pressed firmly against his chest. His other hand came to the front of your hip, holding you in place while you felt the tip of his nose nuzzle into the side of your head.

“You okay there baby?” Jake asked, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. 

“I’m fine,” you snapped back, clenching your jaw together. You heard Jake hiss and felt his hand leave the front of your hip and come to your backside, pulling up your skirt and delivering a sharp smack to your ass. You jolted forward not expecting the blow and found yourself bending over the counter, catching his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. 

His long hair now stuck to the sides of his neck and face as a thin sheen of sweat coated his skin. The eyes you had recently just discovered as being warm and honey colored were now almost completely black as you watched his face turn stern with frustration. 

You were able to catch sight of your own reflection to see yourself completely disheveled. Your cheeks were flushed and the mascara you were wearing was now smudged under your eyes. Your hair that you had spent a good time doing was now completely ruined as it stuck to the sides of your face and neck. 

Jake’s hand came off of your backside and slid up your back pressing you forward so your chest now rested on top of the cool granite. Once he was satisfied with the way you were bent over in front of him, he slid his hand up further, grabbing a fistful of hair, painfully yanking your neck up. 

“I thought I fucking told you to be nice,” Jake growled, pressing his hips harder against you, making the edge of the counter dig into the front of your hips. You let out a hiss and closed your eyes feeling your whole body start to ache. 

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Jake said, releasing the strong hold on your hair, making your head fall forward. Jake ran his hand slowly down your back, making your whole body tingle in anticipation before he let it rest on your back side, grabbing a handful of it. 

You watched him closely in the mirror, seeing himself completely transfixed on your body, his hands wandering across your skin as he now took the time to familiarize himself with your body. Jake’s hand slid up the back of the leg, pushing up your dress and bunching it at your waist. 

Jake’s hand came back down, looping his fingers under the elastic band of your thong and yanking them down your legs. His hand ran up the back of your thigh making goosebumps appear spread across your skin. You felt him grasp his cock in his hand slowly starting to pump himself, feeling his knuckles swipe across your skin as he did so. 

Jake let go of himself, resting his cock against the inside of your leg before meeting your eyes in the mirror. You stared back at him, finding your breath catching in your chest. The same daunting presence making your skin crawl. Jake raised his eyes back up to catch your own in the reflection of the mirror and you watched as his whole body seemed to soften. 

“This is okay right? Y-you want this?” Jake asked, dipping his head further down to catch your eyes. 

You quickly nodded, not tearing your eyes away from his. “Yes Jake, I promise.”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile and you watched his eyes light up in the mirror, the golden flecks catching the light while his whole body seemed to glow. “Good,” you heard him whisper. 

You soon felt his hand come up to grip the side of your hip and you watched him look down, bringing his other hand up to his mouth and spitting on it before bringing it back down to run over the head of his cock. 

Jake looked back up and you watched the corner of his mouth pull in a smirk as you felt the head of his cock slowly start to push its way inside of you. You bit your lip trying your hardest to not make a sound feeling a small sting as you stretched around him. 

“Fuck,” Jake moaned, gripping both of your hips, and pushing himself to the hilt inside of you. Your head fell forward, your jaw hanging loosely while your own sounds of pleasure escaped you. 

Jake steadied himself inside of you, pausing to get himself refamiliarized with your body before reaching to the front of you and grabbing your arm and pinning it behind you. You lifted your head up slightly to watch him and saw his eyes staring back at yours. 

He clenched his jaw and slowly pulled himself out of you and then quickly snapped his hips back, burying himself deep inside of you. You gasped and bawled your hand into a fist behind your back. 

Jake did the same thing, slowly pulling out of you to the point you thought he was going to slip out of you and then thrusting hard into you. You let out another deep groan, furrowing your brows together, while you struggled to maintain eye contact with you. 

As you watched him in the mirror, you could tell he was growing more and more confident with himself seeing how you reacted to him. His grip tightened around the holds he had on your body, and he slammed into you again, this time not giving you time to get used to him pushing deep inside of you as he started to pick up a brutal pace. 

The sounds of pleasure filled the room as the two of you moaned and gasped each other’s names between breath’s. His hands dug into the points of your body, silent reminders for tomorrow of the events that were now taking place. 

Jake’s eyes slowly started to close, and you watched him throw his head back, thrusting hard into you while his neck glistened from the small beads of sweat that clung to him. The sight of him alone was enough to make your walls start to flutter around him. 

He noticed the way your body reacted to him, and his eyes opened, and you were met with his blown out pupils staring back at you. His jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth tightly together, quickening his pace making you unable to form any words, let alone usher a sound. The only sound that you were able to make was a squeaky groan from the back of your throat that left your mouth hanging loosely. 

Jake smiled at you in the mirror and then bent himself over, pressing his chest to his back, halting his movements while his nose brushed against the shell of your ear. “Look at that…finally have you speechless hm?” Jake whispered, followed by a small giggle. 

There was no way you could possibly think of any quick comebacks feeling your brain start to turn to mush. All you could do was grab hold of his wrist, that had your own pinned against your back. 

Jake pressed a kiss to your temple and straightened himself back up. He let out a grunt before gripping your hip and pushing back towards him, starting his pace back up. You tried your best to watch him in the mirror but found yourself unable to focus on anything, finding yourself in a daze while your body started to turn limp. 

You leaned yourself further forward, turning your head to press your cheek to the cool top of the counter, letting it hold your weight as you felt your legs start to shake. 

“That’s it baby, let go…I can feel how close you are,” Jake cooed. 

You knitted your face tight, feeling your climax quickly approaching. You dug your nails tightly into Jake’s wrist and your whole body began to shake. With one final deep thrust, you let out a deep groan before feeling your walls tighten around him and feeling the sweet wave of bliss wash over your body. 

As you were coming undone around him, Jake swept his hands under your stomach, lifting you up so your back was pressed against his now damp shirt. The quick movement had you falling limp into his arm as he held you. Jake rested his cheek against your shoulder and as his own orgasm swept over him, you felt his teeth dig into your flesh, muffling a deep groan from him as he spilled deep inside of you.

The two of you stood there, both of you completely spent while you tried to catch your breath. You could feel the fabric of your clothes clinging to each other’s skin as sweat covered both of your bodies. 

Jake held you tightly against him, pulling in deep shaky breaths, trying to maintain his composure. You heard him take one final deep breath and pull his face off of your shoulder. He looked forward and met your reflection in the mirror and you saw the tops of his cheeks grow red.

He cleared his throat, and released his hold on you, taking a step back as he slowly pulled out of you. He reached back, running a hand through his damp hair, sweeping away the strands that clung to his face. 

Jake bent down, grabbing his pants, and pulling them up while fastening his belt back into place. You did the same, pulling your panties back up and then moving your skirt back down and running a hand over it to smoothen the fabric. 

You turned your body around, resting your back against the counter while you watched him. It was weird now…awkward. You both were usually quick to say something to push each other's buttons to get each other riled up but now it was like the two of you were shy with each other. 

You glanced over at him, seeing him smooth out his own shirt that clung to him and grab the elastic band off of his wrist and pull his hair into a bun. His eyes caught yours and you watched him give you a soft smile. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but he shook his head and stepped forward. The same devilish smirk spread across his face as he closed the distance between you. He placed his hands on the tops of your hips and looked longingly into your eyes. 

“You know for the record…I still hate you,” Jake said, smiling at you. You let out a laugh and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Good, because I hate you too,” you said with a smile and watched as he closed the distance and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away and grinned before glancing down to look at the front of your shirt. 

“Sorry about your shirt,” Jake mumbled, flicking his eyes back up to yours. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back. 

“I’m sure you are,” you said, eyeing him. Jake chuckled and released his hold on you. You watched as he turned to the door, grasping the knob in his hand. He was about to turn it when he stopped and turned back around. 

“I’ll see you out there…right?” Jake said, peering over his shoulder. 

“Yes, I guess you will,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to put on your most serious face. 

“Good but remember to stay mean. Still need to hear that filthy little mouth of yours. Can't let anyone suspect ya know?” Jake said, smirking.

“Don’t worry, I’m rather good with my mouth,” you said, smirking at him. 

“Mmm, don’t I know it,” Jake said, giving you a wink before twisting the knob of the door to see himself out. You know this so-called ‘hate’ was just a bullshit excuse for the true feelings the two of you had built. All it took was some digging and a final cut to unleash the true reality of what was hidden just below the surface. 

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Guys I cannot believe AOTPA is old enough to blast skibidi toilet from its iPad and make every surface around it sticky and covered in Cheeto dust

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What's the first five things you would do to your favorite band member if they were in front of you

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Josh in Nashville 🫠

My photos 7/24/23

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Godfather | 1

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes, mentions of overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , orphaning , other weird shit

Pairings : Jake X fem reader

18+ mdni

When Jake was in college he met a guy called Mike , one of the closest guys he was friends with.

Mike was 8 years older than him . He got along really well with Jake's band and with his brothers . He was almost considered family .

Until Mike went down a stump. Addiction to every drug on the planet and god knows what else . Mike ended up have a kid by accident at 18 .

The girl didn't want the kid and gave Mike the responsibility to take care of it. Jake and his brother's helped Mike through fatherhood, although they couldn't do much with his drug addiction.

Mike had overdosed 18 years later and left Jake and his friends was mortified with it.

Mike had made Jake the kid's godfather . And that kid , was you . Now almost 18yr old teenager that had to stay with your dad's rockstar best friend Jake till you could fend for yourself because you literally did not have any other family.

Jake on the other hand had his whole family delighted to welcome you into the family .

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It was almost a year since your dad died and It had been a month since you moved in with Jake. He was never really the responsible type but you could tell he was trying.

You never understood why, but there was always an awkward when you were alone with him . A weird unspoken tension. You thought maybe it was because you didn't know Jake enough to feel comfortable living with him . But that wasn't true because you'd known Jake your whole life , he practically helped take care of you more than your own dad did.

Maybe he was just shy you thought , or uncomfortable?

Whatever it was , you couldn't spend more than 10 minutes alone in the same room with him without it getting weird .

You were thrown out of your thoughts when you felt a tap on you shoulder, making you startle before you turned to see Jake standing next to you .

"how many times did I tell you not to keep the volume basting? You're gonna go deaf love" Jake spoke as you slid your headphones down your head to rest around your neck .

"sorry-" you mutter as he walked past behind you .

"it's alright doll I just don't want you to get deaf so young" Jake spoke fast "Anyway, I'm making dinner so be down by 6 alright?" He said , shuffling in the kitchen .

"okay" you say before you slipped out of the kitchen and headed up stairs.

Why did you have to act like that ? Jake's a good person and you knew no matter what, he would never take advantage of you or anything of the sort . But you couldn't help how you acted. You wondered if he noticed your behaviour. You wondered if he was the only one that felt the weird tension.

You lay in bed , blasting music and scrolling through tiktok. And then you looked at the time and decided to go have a shower.

You turned on the Bluetooth speaker in your room and cranked the volume to max and went for your shower .

Jake rarely came upstairs , it was almost like he'd given it off to you with the guest bedroom and bathroom and a nice balcony. He had everything he needed downstairs anyway. His soundproof home studio, his bedroom , the dining, the kitchen , the living room and a nice porch outside all for him .

Even though no one had actually verbally divided the house like this , it just became a staple nom between the two of you .

You finished your shower, hot and steaming as you came out . It was your monthly everything shower and you had shaved everywhere and , done your skincare and hair masks and you really took your time with it.

You walked into your room , the music blasting as you stripped yourself of your towel and started dressing. You always had your room door locked so you didn't have to worry about Jake walking in (or so you thought).

"y|n-!" The door swung open and you screamed and grabbed whatever you could to cover your fully naked body.

Jake didn't even say anything he just spun around and slam the door back closed. So much in mearly a second .

You felt ashamed . This was only going to make things so much more awkward.

Meanwhile Jake was still in shock, he knew he shouldn't have barged in like that . But he had called out for you almost a hundred times before coming to upstairs and knocking on your door. But you couldn't hear him because you had your music blasting .

"fuck" he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and guilt as he quickly went back downstairs.

You shut your music off for good , realising he must've called out for you and you couldn't hear him . You had completely forgotten about dinner at 6 .

You got dressed and took a few moments to gain the confidence to go back down and face him , ready to pretend nothing ever happened.

You walked into the kitchen and quickly grabbed something to eat before attempting to rush back upstairs but Jake stopped you .

"y|n we need to talk" he said , and you could swear you lost all feeling in your feet . Your throat went dry and your pulse fastened .

"come sit" he gestured for you to come and sit with him in the living room , his eyes on the tv .

You slowly crept up and sat yourself on the love chair next to the couch Jake was sitting on, picking at your food for a couples seconds of silence as Jake turned off the tv.

"look i-" he started, taking a deep breath to continue.

"I'm not going to pretend that I don't see you're uncomfortable with this whole thing anymore y|n" he starts .

"We haven't spoken about your dad or anything for that matter and I thought I wouldn't bring it up until you were ready but-" he sighed .

"We were so close before your dad died love, and I know this is all alot for you to process and take in and I only want to make it easier for you" he spoke as you felt tears prick your eyes.

"But I can't do that if you're not comfortable with with me. And it seemed to me like you're uncomfortable and I wouldn't blame you-" he continued.

"I kept calling out to you and I even banged on the door and I thought something had happened to you so I barged in- I shouldn't have- I didn't mean to-" you watched him as he spoke . He was terribly embarrassed, his face red with guilt. You felt sorry for him .

"no Jake it's alright really" you stop him and he left out a soft breath of relief to himself.

"No but if you're not comfortable staying with me . You could go stay with Josh or the others. My parents would be happy to have to too" Jake offered.

You stayed quiet , thinking it over .

What happened today was terribly awkward for the both of you. Considering the weird tension that you felt around him that drove you mad .

"my parents that is?" He smiled , knowing he had read your mind and you couldn't help but break out a smile too. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

You nodded and he mouthed a small 'okay' to himself before his eyes fell to your plate of food .

"you didn't take veggies" he exclaimed with playful anger and you laughed out a groan before getting up to serve yourself some veggies that Jake had made specifically for you .

It was weird how much tension eased once the two of you spoke about things. It was almost how it used to be when you dad was still around.

Jake was right. The both of you were very close and playful and he was your favourite uncle as a kid. Things just got different as you grew . And even worse after your dad died. The two of you had so much unspoken stuff that y'all had to talk about to go back how y'all used to be .

But for now , staying at Jake's parents house seemed needed .

NEXT PART

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Bad Girlfriend - Josh Kiszka

A/N: HERE IT IS! The long awaited brat!tamer Josh fic. Not gonna lie, once I started writing this… I realized that Josh is most definitely a soft dom, if anything. I struggled with this truthfully. I wrote, deleted and wrote again so many times. I hope you all love it, though! I love and adore all of you so much. Thank you for your endless support <3 Lots more to come!

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! light arguing, lots of language, brattiness, brat tamer!Josh, light sir!kink, slapping, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial/edging/orgasm control, degrading, a little praise, bondage, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

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Everyone knew that behind closed doors, Josh was pretty easygoing. He constantly went with the flow of things… always playing with the hand he was dealt.

In most ways, you were like that, too.

Key words, ‘most ways.’

You and Josh were insanely flexible in the bedroom. Both of you loved to be submissive and dominant, depending on one another’s mood. You had explored many different kinks and such, most of which, you both loved.

Lately, however, you had admittedly spoiled Josh into being more so the submissive one. You had absolutely no issues with at first - in fact, you fucking loved it.

Until you started to miss his dominant side…

It aggravated you to no end that Josh wasn’t picking up your sly, playful little hints that you wanted him to take charge more. Your little moments of brattiness didn’t even seem to phase him.

You were completely lost on what to do.

Obviously, the best thing to do would be to just outright tell him what you wanted.

Where would be the fun in that, though?

There were little ideas floating around in the deepest crevices of your mind. Ideas that you scolded yourself for even pondering on for too long. Insisting to yourself that it would be ‘going too far.’

But what was really “too far,” for Josh? You’d never really seen him get mad… so, you didn’t really know.

Not really knowing, only fueled your curiosity and mild desperation to find out. Something about pushing his buttons just enough, until he finally cracks and puts you back in your rightful place, made your stomach turn with butterflies.

Sweet, devious, little butterflies.

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“Baby?” Josh called from what you assumed was your bedroom.

You got up from the couch, making your way towards the sound of his voice. Just as you thought, he was tucked away in the closet, searching for something to wear to the studio.

“Yeah, babe? You called for me?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, smiling softly. “You wanna come with me to the studio today? It shouldn’t be a long session.”

You mulled it over for a moment, considering that the ‘it shouldn’t be a long session’ statement, was probably not true. Your idea and his idea of long, were entirely different. But in light of wanting to spend the extra time with your man, you agreed.

“Okay,” You returned his little smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Should I drive myself…?”

He scoffed at your playful insult to his previous words. “I swear we won’t be there long, mama.” Josh promised, pulling his shirt over his head. “Just finishing one song. Remember that cover we decided to add? Of ‘The Great Gig In The Sky’?”

Retreating to your own dresser in search of a different shirt to throw on, You mumbled a soft “mhm,” remembering the song they had decided to add last minute.

Once you were ready, you both jumped in Josh’s truck and tore off for the studio - late, as usual for him.

“For fucks sake,” Josh muttered, glancing at the clock on the radio. “Jake is gonna fucking bitch at me.”

You gave him an apologetic look, unsure of what to say to actually sooth him. He was right, Jake was definitely going to bitch at him for being so late.

Throughout the remainder of the car ride, you tried not to let your anxiety get to you, thanks to Josh’s excessive speeding.

It was honestly a little bit hot; the way he gripped his steering wheel, the littlest bit of sweat forming over his nose. He was usually always running late, however today he seemed more antsy than ever to get to the studio.

Looking him over, trying to only subtly look over at him every so often… your mind started throwing filthy scenarios at you, rapid fire. Within a minute, you were getting hotter and needier than ever.

‘This is it. This is my chance to piss him off.’ There was that little voice again, sounding so like you, but nothing like you all at once.

It was a terrible idea to piss him off in his work place, but the situation couldn’t have played out any better. Josh was already frazzled. Jake was sure to add to it and who knew, maybe you’d be presented with a moment to throw your bratty two-sense in when it wasn’t asked for.

When you finally arrived, Josh practically slammed into the side of the building as he whipped the Jeep into an open parking spot.

“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You practically shouted, scolding him for his pretty reckless driving.

“Just come on, baby!” He was already out of the car and slamming the door.

You scrambled out, turning around as you closed the passenger door to see he was already sprinting through the front doors.

His name rolled off your tongue in a tired huff.

“Geez, Joshua…”

After having to sprint to catch up with him -barely, might you add- The two of you stumbled over each other through the door of the guys’ recording room.

“Josh, you’re 45 fucking minutes late.” Jake huffed, already showing a sour mood. His eyes followed his twin with a not so subtle glare.

“You’ve only been here 10 minutes, Jake. Shut up.” Sam piped up. Kiszka number three with a foul mood.

“Geez, can you let a man get through the fucking door before you-“

“Alright! Alright.” Danny’s firm voice cut in between all three of them, effectively shutting them up. “Let’s just get this song done and then we can all have the rest of the day to do… whatever.” As he finished, he looked up from his drum kit and flashed you his warm smile. “Also, hi Y/N.”

You offered a warm smile right back. “Hi, Danny.”

Josh scoffed, glancing between Jake and Sam in annoyance. “At least one of you bastards has enough sense to greet the woman in the room, before you start hurling bitchy comments around.”

Jake and Sam both gave you sheepish looks and gentle apologies. Of course, they already knew they’d be forgiven. You saw them all the time and didn’t care for the formalities that Josh was insisting upon. You just chalked that up to his snappy and anxious mood.

They didn’t waste anymore time jumping into the song and It couldn’t have been more than a minute in, before Jake was halting the whole song.

“Okay- stop, stop, stop!” Jake shouted. Everyone came to a grinding and agonizing, halt.

Sam was the first to look to Jake in annoyance from behind the keys. “Jake, what-“

“Something is off. It’s flat as fuck.” Jake cut his brother off, explaining why he stopped them. “Just… make sure your chords and notes are right while I check my tuning. Please.”

“My piano is always tuned, Jacob.” Sam commented smartly, splaying his hands out over a number of keys obnoxiously. “And I know my chords and shit are right, thank you very much.”

The cringe that took over Josh and Danny’s faces had you biting back a laugh. Jake paused his own movements, looking up at his little brother with an incredulous look.

“Can you… i don’t know…” Jake shrugged cooly. “Fix your fucking mouth!?”

Your eyes flicked between the two of them rapidly as you tried to bite back the stream of giggles that was still threatening to bubble out of you. Tensions were high, sure, but that didn’t make their squabbles any less entertaining - especially since you weren’t part of it.

“For the love of god, just fix your shit and let’s keep going.” Josh spoke up through gritted teeth, fixing both his brothers with a very ill tempered glare.

Sam and Jake both reluctantly touched up the tuning of instruments and checked over chords.

Once they were ready, they picked back up at the very beginning of the song.

Surprisingly, they made it a lot farther, not coming to another stop until Josh’s voice cracked on a high note and Sam waved his hand in the air to stop everyone. Again.

Danny just sighed, but Jake’s face turned red with frustration - as did Josh’s.

“Josh, come on, bro-“

“I’m fucking trying, Sam! We’ve recorded every single day this week! My voice is tired as shit and this song is very vocally demanding!” Josh defended his end. “In case you didn’t know that.”

This is it. Do it.

That little voice in your head made itself very known for the second time, egging you on.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you pushed past the nerves and let your mouth take off with the brattiest thing your brain could muster. “You say that like you don’t sing every night on tour.”

Danny’s jaw was the first to drop, followed by Sam’s snicker that had Josh’s jaw visibly locking up in anger.

Josh’s eyes practically burned through you, melting you with their silent warning to shut up.

“She… she has a point, Joshua.” Sam finally cleared his throat to say.

“We don’t even perform for 7 nights in a row!” Josh raised, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Be fucking serious, Samuel.”

“Okay, enough! Can we just start over?” It was Jake’s turn to plead.

Sam started it off on the keys again, and you admired how amazing he was at it. You didn’t get to sit and listen to them without the harsh sounds of screams surrounding you, so this was a breath of fresh air.

They breezed through the song flawlessly, the energy in the room lightening up just a bit.

That was, until Josh had very obviously forgotten one of the high notes. He stumbled around, trying to find his pitch again and instead groaned straight into his microphone.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Josh threw his head back in pure annoyance, hands splaying out over his face.

Every part of his body that you could see, looked tense and shiny with sweat.

“Josh, you said you went over this song at home….” Jake sighed, rubbing his hand over his own face.

“I did!” Josh snapped, leaving out how little he’d actually gone over it.

You took that as your chance to rat him out a little, against your better judgement.

“I don’t think going through it once in the shower is really ‘going over it’, baby.”

“Oh, shit-” Danny covered his mouth with his drumsticks, fighting to hold it together.

Danny, ever the observant one, shot you a cheeky look. He knew what you were doing. Based on Sam’s pink cheeks, he’d obviously caught on, too. Either that, or the tensions rapidly rising back up in the room were making him nervous.

“I swear to god…” Josh gave you a verbal warning instead of just a look, letting you know he was reaching his limit with your shit - exactly what you wanted.

Thoughtlessly, another witty, but poorly timed remark flew out of you.

“Do you want me to pull up the lyrics for you, Josh?”

Jake, Danny and Sam all busted out into untamable laughter. Between the heaviness in the room, Josh’s stunned face and the comment itself -considering there were not really “lyrics” to speak of in the song they were desperately trying to record- none of them stood a chance in holding it in any longer.

You and Josh stared each other down, the sounds of his brothers’ laughter fading out into background noise. The smirk on your face was full of pride and satisfaction, your eyes twinkling with the mischief that you were hoping he would finally catch on to.

His eyes narrowed until they were practically closed, looking threatening and darker than you’d ever seen. His whole expression seemed just out of character enough, that it was just the slightest bit unsettling.

Sam’s voice snapped both of you out of your lust and anger driven trances.

“Josh?!”

“What?” Josh whipped his head away from you and towards his younger brother.

“Okay, cool your damn jets…” Sam threw his hands up and waited for Josh’s face to soften - barely. “One more go? If we get it, great. If not, we go home.” He glanced around, waiting for the nods of approval from each of them. “Clearly none of us have good spirits today.”

“Alright, yeah.” Josh switched his microphone back on and sucked in a shaky deep breath. “One more time.”

Sam took the song up on the keys for the last time, the rest of the boys falling in perfectly.

Every so often throughout the song, one of them would look around nervously. sitting right on the edge of their seat, like something was bound to go wrong at any second.

But, they made it through the song flawlessly and you weren’t sure about them, but you chalked it up to ‘third times the charm.’ And maybe a little bit of anger-driven determination.

Josh’s frustration might have also played a part in the strong vocals… but who was to say for sure.

The song came to an end and the room was electric, full of new energy and life. Almost as though no smart comments had ever been made, or sour moods were ever felt between the five of you.

“Fucking FINALLY!” Sam stood up from his bench, clapping his hands together in uncontrollable excitement.

And Jake wasn’t far behind his little brother, sharing the same enthusiasm. “That’s what the hell I needed from you, Josh. That was it!”

“I think that was the one.”

Danny sat his drum sticks down and released the breath that one might have sworn he’d held the entire song. “It was too perfect to even dare try one more time.”

“Josh?” Jake looked to his twin, awaiting a final comment of approval.

“Well, I don’t know…” Josh shrugged, sarcasm laced in his tone. “What does my little critic have to say first?” He turned to you with a fiery glare.

‘Well… his mood was sure not changing,’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh, that time was perfect.” The smile on your face hopefully only came across as smug to Josh. “I think you guys should use that recording, for sure.”

Josh snickered at how you went from sly comments, to being sickeningly sweet within the time it took them to run the last recording.

“Great! So we’re good here, yeah?” Josh rushed the question out, picking up his things from the floor beside him before any of them had even answered.

“Yeah, I think we’re-“

“Perfect! Baby, let’s go.” Josh breezed through the room, cutting Danny off as he exited.

You glanced around to the boys, huffing a laugh at their half stunned, half amused faces.

“Yeah… Good luck with him.” Sam gestured towards the door Josh just disappeared through.

“Don’t wish her luck, she pissed him off on purpose!” Jake cut in with a snicker, subtly taking his twin’s side. “What possessed you to piss him off on purpose, I don’t want to know. Regardless, you’re crazy.” He turned his attention directly towards you, smiling knowingly as he joked around.

“BABE!”

Your head snapped towards the door the second Josh’s voice boomed down the hallway.

“Best not keep your man waiting.” Danny smirked, nodding his head in the direction of the door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes at them. “See you guys later, I love you, ya fools.”

Their collective goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ were the last things you heard as you closed the door to the recording room.

By the time you made it back to Josh’s truck, he was already in there, buckled in and ready to speed back home.

You couldn’t help it… the smirk that started tugging at one corner of your mouth. Josh was staring daggers at you through the window of his truck, only making you feel even more accomplished.

Opening the door, it was deathly silent inside; very unlike either of you. There was no talking, no music, just the sound of the truck itself running.

You got in and buckled up, jumping in your seat a little when Josh roughly put his truck in reverse.

“Would you mind telling me what the fuck that was about back there?” Josh finally asked, speeding out of the parking lot. He hissed the words out like some angered snake.

His eyes never left the road, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see his muscles pulsating.

You decided to unwisely play innocent. “What do you mean? What was what?”

“I swear to god…” Josh slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “You have the next 10 fucking seconds to fess up, or so help me, I’ll force it out of you.”

An overly excited giggle bubbled out of you before you could even stop it and you quickly tried to cover it by clearing your throat.

Josh looked over at you with the most floored and annoyed expression you’d ever seen. “You’re seriously gonna laugh right now?!”

“Fuck! Maybe that’s what I want you to do, Joshua!”

To Josh’s ears, the desperation in your voice sounded much more like you’d developed your own little attitude.

“Do what?!” Josh practically yelled, pleading for you to give him some sort of hint, not even realizing you’d given him -what you thought- was more than enough. “What do you want me to do so fucking badly, mama??”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe-“ You gestured around dramatically on your momentary pause for emphasis. “Put me in my goddamn place?!”

Josh froze, still as a statue in his seat. A dumbfounded expression flashed over his features so quickly, anyone other than his twin or you would have completely missed it.

Little did you know, he was putting the rest of the pieces together. His mind flashed with all the times you’d thrown him seemingly random and uncalled for attitude, or sly comments that he had always just brushed off. Weeks worth of memories piled up in his head within seconds.

Josh’s silence had started to worry you and you were silently pleading for him to say something - Which you were immediately regretful of wishing, when his eerily calm and collected voice cut through your ears.

“You’re shitting me… Right?” Josh looked over at you, and you wondered when exactly his eyes had darkened to the almost black color that they were. “i’d just like to know…” he began in genuine curiosity. “Where in your pretty little brain did you come to the conclusion that all that was a good idea? Instead of just straight up telling me that this was what you wanted?”

You were stumbling around in your mind, trying to come up with a better answer than just ‘I don’t know’ or, ‘I was scared.’ You didn’t find one.

“I mean… I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I’m just trying to understand, is all.” shrugging cooly as he pulled into your driveway, Josh put the truck in park just as aggressively as he’d put it in reverse just a few minutes before. “Because now, I have to punish you for weeks worth of shitty behavior… and I don’t think you thought that far ahead, did you, mama?”

A shiver ran up your spine, visibly shaking your whole body. “I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d get this far… no.” You admitted shakily.

Josh let out a low, barely audible hum.

“Go inside and upstairs. I want you completely naked and sitting on the edge of our bed, hands in your lap.” Josh commanded, looking over at you with a stone cold expression. “I’ll be there when I’m good and ready. I need to figure out how the fuck i’m gonna turn my little brat, back into my good girl.”

Your hand scrambled for the door handle with an embarrassing level of urgency and excitement. You all but slammed the door of Josh’s truck, sprinting to the front door and inside, as if some sort of demon was chasing you after shutting off a light.

Between the heat cursing through your body and Josh’s orders, once you made it upstairs, you were ripping your clothes off piece by piece. Even once you were completely naked, you were still blazing with need; heat pouring off your body like a wood stove on the coldest Winter night.

You sat down, placing your shaky hands in your lap and to your surprise, you heard the door open and shut just a few moments later.

Josh wasn’t going to come and tend to you in any way just yet, though. You sat there rather impatiently, listening to him shuffle around downstairs, doing God only knew what.

After a few long and agonizing minutes, you finally heard his footsteps growing louder as he made his way up the steps and down the hallway towards your bedroom.

When he appeared in the doorway, your breath hitched in your throat. He had obviously discarded his shirt somewhere downstairs, his belt was undone and hung loosely in the belt loops of his pants. The only light in the room was that of your bedside lamp and a small oil defuser, casting a beautiful, warm glow over Josh’s skin.

“Aren’t you just a sight.” Josh hummed in approval of the sight of you, bathed in the same warm glow.

“I’m surprised you actually did what I told you to, though.”

He sat the two bottles of water in his hands down on the dresser and laid his forearm across the top, leaning some of his weight into it.

“Now, before we dive into absolutely anything,” Josh started, his tone no longer dominant, but serious. “We’re gonna settle on the color system.”

“We have a safeword, Josh.” You pointed out softly.

“Yes, mama, I realize that.” Josh offered a nod of understanding. “But I don’t want to ever, EVER have to use that. So, color system.”

“Okay.” You agreed and waited for him to continue.

“Green, yellow and red. Green means you’re good and want to keep going. Yellow means slow down, maybe stop for a moment to check in, too, if it’s called for.”

You just nodded along every so often as Josh spoke, listening to him intently.

“-And red. If you say ‘red’, everything stops and we’re not going to continue on.” Josh raised an eyebrow in question. “Does this work for you, mama?”

“Yes, that’s perfect, Josh.” Your answer was just above a whisper. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.”

Josh gracefully pushed away from the dresser he had still been leaning against. “Good.”

Your eyes followed Josh as he made his way closer to you, until he was towering above you. He reached up and firmly took your chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“Look at me.” He used his grip to tilt your head back and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“My sweet girl... Did your need to be fucked like a whore finally make you cave and become such a brat? Hmm?”

Your eyes fluttered closed, a soft whimper floating out of you. “Yes.”

“Pity.” Josh clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes at you. “I wanted to make this pretty pussy cry all over my face tonight, but now I don’t know if you deserve that.”

“You’ll cave.“ You stared up at him, giving him the same challenging look that he was giving you. “You always do.”

“You’re in for a rude awakening if you think that’s how tonight is gonna go.”

Josh growled, releasing you from his grip. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you for the rest of the night.”

Josh grabbed the buckle of his belt and yanked it out of the loops swiftly. “You ran your mouth more than enough at the studio earlier. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

Josh fiddled with the belt in his hands, taunting you with it as he leaned back over you. “Let me have your hands.”

You lifted your hands up and slipped them through the loops he had created. He took the belt and secured it around your wrists, tugging it to make sure it was tight enough for his liking, and your’s too.

He stepped back to admire you - naked and mostly helpless in front of him. It was his first time seeing you like that in a long time and he had missed it. A lot.

“Color?” Josh asked as he fought to break out of his own little trance, eyes growing even darker the longer he looked at you.

Your answer was confident, despite you shifting around in your spot under his intense stare. “Green.”

“Stand up, little dove.” Josh ordered lowly, tugging you up by the arm. His voice was far too sweet for the things he was planning in his head.

Once you were steady on your feet, Josh took your previous position on the bed and he started to guide you down across his lap.

“Tomorrow, when you come back to the studio with me…” Josh started in a low tone, smoothing his hand over the swell of your ass. “You’re gonna remember why you should keep that fucking mouth shut.”

Smack. The sound of it echoed through the room, the force of it sending you slipping off of Josh’s thighs just a little. He readjusted his arm over the middle of your back, holding you even tighter.

You choked on the gasp your lungs attempted to suck in. “Jesus fucking christ-“

Josh slapped his palm across your ass again. “And didn’t I say not to talk?”

“Fu- yes! Yes. You said to only talk when you- tell me I can.” You struggled to get the words out.

The mix of pleasure and pain was absolutely dizzying. You could feel the wetness pooling at your entrance, slick and warm every time Josh’s hand came down against your ass.

“So you heard what I said and still didn’t obey.” Josh tsked, bringing his hand down for the third time. “So damn hard headed.”

Josh’s hand soothed over your red, blazing skin for a moment, teasing around until he couldn’t help himself any longer. He slipped his fingers down to your entrance, groaning when he felt just how wet you were.

“Oh, little dove…” Josh sighed. “You’re so fucking wet. Do you just love this that much?” He was taunting you.

You nodded, lip still tucked between your teeth.

“Dirty little thing.” He caught you perfectly off guard with another blow to your opposite cheek, making you cry out loudly.

After two more, his fingers traveled back to your heat and teased around mindlessly, tormenting you.

You wanted to open your mouth and beg him, but he took your little whimpers as begging enough.

“Aw. You want my fingers, don’t you, mama?” There was that condescending tone again. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir.” You sounded and looked purely pathetic, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers.

A groan rumbled through Josh’s chest, clearly liking what you chose to call him. For a split second, he had to fight with himself to hold onto his composure and not start giving it all to you right then.

“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?” Josh circled the tip of his finger around you, but didn’t push it in even the slightest bit.

Your breathing quickened, much to Josh’s amusement. The light tracing of his finger was enough to make you scream out of pure impatience.

After a few more swirls of the tip of his finger and listening to you whine and whimper, he hauled you up off his lap as he stood, pushing you back on the bed before you even regained your footing.

“Put your hands up to the headboard.” Josh commanded, pointing to the intricately swirled metal.

Often times, you would voice your distaste for that god forsaken metal headboard. Josh was always the one insisting on keeping it, telling you over and over that he loved the way it sounded hitting against the wall when you two fucked.

Momentarily thankful you hadn’t given it up yet, you lifted your hands up to the headboard and your stomach twisted in anticipation and need. You couldn’t put your finger on a time when you had needed him quite so badly. The thought of him having his way with you, punishing you however he saw fit… it was almost heart stopping.

Josh finally joined you in the bed, straddling your hips with his legs on either side of you. The woodsy notes of his cologne hit your nose like a bone crushing punch, intoxicating you by the warmth of it - faint notes of vanilla making it smell the slightest bit sweet. His fingers hooked into the belt binding your wrists together and he undid the buckle, creating one last loop to secure it to the headboard.

With one hand supporting his wait next to your head, his other trailed slowly down the inner part of your wrist, all the way down arm, to your shoulder and then finally rested just shy of your breast.

“How’s this, hm?” Josh’s voice still held the dominant edge, but you knew he was checking in. “Use your words.”

“Do something, please.” Your hips bucked up subtly in search of any sort of friction against your pulsing clit. “I need something. Anything.”

“Anything?” Josh cocked an eyebrow, slowly shuffling back down towards the foot of the bed. He mumbled the word out one more time. “Anything.”

You watched him slip over to his dresser, yanking open the second drawer and pulling out two of his silk scarves that he sometimes would take to shows.

He let them dangle from his fingers as he made his way back to the foot of the bed, where he dropped them down and proceeded to smack at the inside of your ankle.

You knew exactly what he wanted and you exhaled loudly, sliding your foot right up next to the bedpost. He tied the scarf around you ankle and then to the post, repeating the same process with your other.

Your eyes closed as various emotions surged through you. Josh’s stare was steadily making you feel so seen, resulting in the slightest twinge of shyness to bubble up and mix in with the unbearable need and lust pumping through you.

Josh couldn’t look away, either. Stuck on how your body looked, glowing with the lightest layer of sweat. The way your chest rose and fell quickly - swearing to himself that he could see your heart pounding against your ribcage from the outside. It was at that moment that he realized how hard he was seeing you like that.

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen...” Josh finally spoke after what felt like forever, making you jolt in your spot; his voice like electricity shooting through you. “I’m giving you permission to talk now, because You’re gonna tell me exactly what you want.”

You stared at him a little confused as he climbed back up between your legs. “What?”

“I want you to tell me whatever it is that you want. Right now.” Josh repeated, a little firmer and clearer. “And make it sound pretty.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?” You scoffed, watching him as he dipped down and placed kisses along the inner part of your thigh.

He looked up at you with a wicked smile from between your legs. “Oh, but it is.” The smile was gone just as quick as it appeared. “Now what did I tell you to do?”

“Tell you what I want.” The words fluttered out through a high pitched sigh. You tugged at your legs against their restraints when Josh started getting closer to your aching core.

“Tell me.” Josh demanded, biting harshly at the conjunction of your inner thigh.

“I want your mouth on me, Josh.” You begged. “Please. I want you to make me cum and-“

Josh’s hand cracked against your outer thigh. “Who? Try again.”

“Sir.” You corrected yourself. “Need you to make me cum, sir. Please.”

Without wasting anymore time, Josh’s mouth connected with your heat, licking from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck yes.” Whining, you pushed your hips off the bed as much as your restraints would allow.

In the back of your mind, you were still confused as to how exactly it was a punishment… Josh was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Such a sweet little slut.” Josh groaned against you, teasing his tongue over your clit with light, little flicks. “You better tell me when you’re close.”

“Yes, sir.” Your head started spinning thanks to the degrading names he was sprinkling in. “Fuck, holy shit. You’re so good. So, so good.”

Josh’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it into his mouth to drag you closer and closer, groaning at the way he could feel it throb in his mouth every so often.

As you grew louder, he added a finger in, curling it right into that spot that had you jerking your legs in attempts to close them around his head. The two scarves served as a silky and secure reminder that you weren’t going anywhere, any time soon.

“Poor thing already wants to close her legs,” Josh said lowly, huffing a deep and airy giggle. “Does it feel too good? Huh, little dove?”

His thumb had replaced his mouth in light of wanting to talk you straight to your first orgasm.

And it was working.

“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” You whined, arching and writhing lightly against the mattress. “Keep going, please, keep going.”

“Keep going? Why?” Josh tilted his head back, watching you with a cocky expression - identical to one you had seen him sport on stage. “Are you getting close already, mama?”

Your walls clenched around him and no sooner than Josh felt the squeeze around his fingers, he was slowing down his movements drastically.

At that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks. “No.” You shook your head frantically. “No, no, no.”

“”No”? No, what?” Josh questioned, languidly pushing his fingers in, only to pull them all the way out.

“You said-“ A whine from the sudden loss of Josh’s fingers briefly cut off your words. “You said to tell you what I want!”

“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” Moving over your body, Josh nudged your chin with the back of his hand.

You opened your mouth and he pushed his soaked fingers in, practically melting over the way you immediately moaned around them.

The words you’d been dreading left his mouth through still smirking lips. “I never said I’d let you cum, though… Did I?”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Through an irritated and whiny huff of air, you begrudgingly answered him. “No, you didn’t.”

“Such a good girl for kind of listening to me earlier. I’ll have to reward you for that… eventually.” Your normal, bubbly, Josh peaked out for less than a split second when he giggled at his own words.

“Eventually.” Your eyes rolled back, but not in pleasure - much to your body’s internal and external pleading for relief.

“I want you to ask me for what you want again.” Pressing kisses to your sternum and down your belly, he gradually worked his way back down your body - leaving a few hickeys as he went. “You’re gonna learn how to tell me properly what it is that you want, rather than trying to get me worked up enough to treat you like the fuckin’ brat you are.”

“I need you to make me cum around your fingers.” You told him, clenching around nothing at even just the thought of it. “I want you to… to make me look at you when I cum…”

Hardly even following your own words, you dropped eye contact with him and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks. That’s why you needed him to make you. Eye contact with Josh was a struggle in just casual, softer moments… This was filthy and obscene. There was no way you could bring yourself to hold his fiery gaze on your own.

“That’s it, tell me.” A kiss was pressed just above your clit, and another, then Josh’s lips finally pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it all again.”

Josh’s tongue started teasing over you again, taunting at little areas around your clit that he knew made you toe the line of insanity.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ Gasping, your hips tried to tear away from Josh’s teasing mouth. “-Not while you’re… you’re teasing me like that.”

“Stop.” Josh growled, slinking his arm over your lower belly to hold you still. “Take it and do what I told you.”

“Yes, sir.” The two little words climbed out of you through a small cry of desperation. “Will you make me cum, please? Please, I need it so badly.”

Josh glanced up at you through hooded eyes, swiping the tip of his tongue just underneath your clit, causing a squeal to erupt from you. He loved how the littlest actions proved much more intense, when you were bound in such a helpless position.

“Yeah? Right there?” Josh babied the same spot again, watching almost the same reaction unfold. “I bet this little spot would make you cum so fast and hard, wouldn’t it?”

You were dying to free your hands and tangle them in Josh’s hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him far, far away.

“Yeah,” you whined, high pitched and out of breath. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush, losing track of any coherent thoughts.

A soft and low “aww,” floated out of Josh, just barely audible and clearly lacking any real sympathy towards you.

His fingers slipped back down to your entrance, joining in with the pleasurable torture of his tongue. The arm he’d draped over your belly slid down lower, holding you more firmly across your hips.

The smirk that took over his lips was sinister. Hidden between your legs, you couldn’t see it - but could feel it. More than likely the cocky product of how your legs had started to shake and tug at their bindings more steadily, while he stayed attentive to that spot just at the bottom of your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out into the thick, sex filled air of your bedroom.

The coil in your stomach started to tighten rapidly, each flick of Josh’s tongue making your body jolt and shake.

“Josh-“ His name came out strangled and broken. “Josh, i’m gonna cum, please….don’t stop!”

His fingers curled up inside you and mercilessly pressed into that spot only his fingers were long enough to reach. The patterns of his tongue slowed, only to speed up again and drag you back to the edge again. He kept your there, just under the peak of your orgasm . Every so often, he let you dangle over the edge for a few long seconds and then let you fall back down again.

“You’re fucking e-evil, Joshua,” You hissed from the deepest parts of you, quickly followed by a string of desperate pleas. “Please, please, please. Josh, please.”

You almost sobbed at the loss of his fingers and mouth, huffing out another incoherent plea as he got up from the bed. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

Just as sweaty and somewhat disheveled as you, Josh undid the button of his pants and pushed them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. He looked painfully hard and red. The quick little glisten of precum coating his tip, didn’t go unnoticed to your lust-blown eyes.

“Fuck me.” It came out in a whisper, but Josh still heard it.

“What?” His eyebrows raised, but you weren’t sure if it was from your question or his hand lazily stroking over himself.

“Fuck me.” You repeated, louder. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

Josh smiled brightly, as if you had spoken the most beautiful words he’d ever heard in his entire life.

“Listen to you,” Josh practically groaned. “Telling me what you want like a good girl. Finally.”

“I’ve told you what I wanted for the last fucking hour!” You pointed out sharply, bound hands clasping together in frustration.

“Mhm, you have…” Josh’s hands tugged at one of the scarves around your ankle, undoing it. “But that time I didn’t have to tell you to do it. You just did it.”

“I hate you.” You definitely didn’t and he knew that good and well.

“Hey.” His finger was pointed directly at you, accompanied by a stern look. “Don’t get fucking bratty again.”

You were aching to feel him inside you, his mouth on yours, your hands on him. Anything. “Obviously there’s a little bit left that you need to fuck out of me, but you’re just taking your sweet time.”

A humorless laugh bubbled out of him as he pulled the knot out of the other scarf. “Do we need to start this whole process over again? You don’t sound like you’ve very learned much.”

“No, sir. We don’t.” You parted your legs wider than the bedposts had allowed for, taunting Josh with you dripping core.

Like some sort of feral animal, he pounced on top of you and you knew you were in for it, when his hand clasped roughly around your throat.

“Don’t even try to tempt your way into getting what you want from me.” Josh said, low and hushed into your ear.

“Give it to me and I won’t have to.”

Josh’s grip around your throat slid up to your jaw, using just a little bit of his weight to press you firmly into the pillow. He held you there all while his other hand lined himself up with your entrance. A strangled cry of pleasure tore its way up your throat the second he slammed into you, filling you all the way up with one sharp thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” Josh delivered another sharp thrust into you. “My cock filling you up… fucking you like the fucking brat you are?”

All you could do was nod. Your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth gaping in a river-like flow of cut off moans.

“Will you ever learn, mama?” Josh continued on through gritted teeth. His hand tangled up into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Finally, his lips were ghosting over yours. “This beautiful mouth is gonna get you in many more worlds of trouble, I fear.”

Your lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together in attempts to get closer than humanly possible somehow. Josh’s hands held onto each of your wrists for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you, groaning into your when your legs hooked around his back.

Everything about him was intoxicating. His cologne was faded, but still faintly present - mixed in with his pheromones. His lips just barely tasted like alcohol; likely the remnants of a shot he’d taken while downstairs earlier.

His hands left your wrists, sliding down your body until one was rested against your side, the other stopping at your chest to play with one of your nipples.

Much to your dismay, he broke away from the frenzied kiss.

“Tell me how much you love being fucked like a sweet little slut, mama.” Josh demanded, somehow sounding sweet and dominant all at once. He was good at that.

“I love it,” you managed to squeak out, arching your body into Josh’s. “Ha- harder, please!”

“You want it harder, yeah?” Josh’s voice strained as he switched positions. His arms hooked around your thighs, pushing your legs back until you swore they touched your shoulders and picked up his pace to something likely to bruise you in a delicious way.

“Oh fuck, yes!” For a split second you forgot your hands were still bound, yanking them in attempts to claw at Josh’s shoulders. The clanking of metal on metal was your haunting reminder that you couldn’t. “Josh please, I need it-“

“Need what, mama?” His fingers, soft yet skilled, reached around to your swollen bud. He swirled his fingers around it in tight and quick circles. “Is this what you need?”

A moan erupted from your lungs, your back arching away from the bed. You forced an animalistic moan out of Josh as you squeezed tightly around him.

“No. Don’t cum until I say so.” Josh said, desperately trying to catch up with you.

That coil was burning inside you, though - threatening to snap at any given moment, completely out of your control.

“I can’t- I can’t hold it, Josh!” Your eyes burned, a stray tear or two threatening to spill over the corner. “PLEASE!”

He cooed at you, letting go of one of your legs to swipe the stray tears away. “You wanna cum that badly, mama?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, letting your head fall back as a few more tears fell.

“Come on, then.” Josh finally caved. “Give it to me, nice and sweet right on my cock, mama.”

His fingers pressed more firmly against your clit, sending you flying over the edge and into the raging waters of your orgasm.

He tumbled into his own peak just seconds after you, his curses and groans mixing with yours in a lustful harmony of sounds.

Muscles all over your body tensed and released rapidly, arms and legs trembling weakly. Your high sucked every last bit of energy you had left.

Eventually, you started to come down. Josh was barely holding himself up above you, but forced himself to stay up until you were back to some form of coherency.

“Are you still with me, baby?” Josh’s voice cut through your ears, accompanied by the comforting sound of his giggle.

A tired smile took over your lips as you draped out. “Kinda…”

Josh immediately worked at undoing the belt around your wrists, taking them in his hands once they were free to massage over them gently.

“How does a bath sound, baby? Or some water?” Josh asked sweetly.

He would always be your sweet, caring man. You knew that for sure.

“Water, please, baby.” You stretched out, face twisting from your sore muscles. “I wanna lay here for a bit.”

“Did a little number on you, yeah?” Josh snickered, grabbing the water off the top of the dresser.

“Hush.” You rolled your eyes at him and took the water, snatching it playfully.

He flashed the quickest little wink in your direction, slipping towards the bathroom. “I hope that’s what I just taught you how to do.”

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Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control. 

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there. 

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be. 

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes. 

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things. 

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”. 

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing. 

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend. 

“Yeah?” 

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy. 

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse. 

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding. 

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response. 

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up. 

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by. 

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside. 

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow. 

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks. 

Jeremy’s sister. 

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door. 

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike. 

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms. 

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state. 

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock. 

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her. 

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage. 

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance. 

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you. 

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge. 

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask. 

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more. 

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it. 

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing. 

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her. 

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her. 

-

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before. 

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you. 

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet. 

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house. 

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon. 

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over. 

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you. 

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked. 

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said. 

You nodded, your lips parted a little. 

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you. 

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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[age-of-strutter]

me @ greta van fleet after they played runway blues for the first time and I wasn’t in the arena

[gaycheeseandcrackers]

Greta Van Fleet as Tutter: A new series

[do-it-jakey-baby]

An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: it is your first time attending a Greta Van Fleet gig by yourself, what happens next was only ever a figment of your wildest imagination.

Warnings: smut, drinking, language

18+, MINORS DNI

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

3.5k word count

“Ok, the doors are opening up. Please enter the building in an orderly fashion!”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. You were sure that if the room were quieter, the sheer magnitude of thumps would rattle off the walls into thundery echoes. The screaming around you transformed into white noise as you tried to steady yourself amongst the movement.

The doors opened.

Pushed and shoved from all angles, you managed to find yourself quickly enough to propel forwards into a sprint. You weren’t the fittest of people, occasionally enjoying a trip to the gym here and there, but that didn’t stop you from treating this moment like you were an Olympian going for the gold. This was most certainly not your first Greta Van Fleet concert, but it was your first time being at the front of the standing queue. As you hit the barricade and came to a stop, your breath hitched in your throat. Did I really make barricade? You thought as your eyes widened. Holy fucking shit.

The supporting acts seemed to fly by in some dream-like state, and you were still spiralling at the mere thought of being metres away from the band by the time the crowd erupted into a symphony of screeches and wails. As you came to, you could hear a classical overture playing sweetly. You recognised the melody as it morphed from one familiar tune to the next, growing louder to emphasise that the curtain would soon drop. You stared up in anticipation as the overture reached its climax and watched eagerly as four figures emerged. They immediately launched into “The Falling Sky” and Josh’s powerful vocals filled the arena, drawing each and every person in like a siren’s deadly song. You were so enchanted by this that you didn’t notice who had made their way across the stage and was standing directly in front of you.

Jake fucking Kiszka.

There he was, like a shining deity before you. Sweat glistening on his bare chest, his hair softly swishing with every movement, his calloused hands meticulously strumming each chord. Was this a dream? Was Jake Kiszka actually standing right in front of you? Before you could even realise what was happening, your eyes met. You felt a searing warmth spreading across your cheeks, a shy smile playing on your lips. He smiled back, then his eyes moved away as he turned to travel across the stage and meet his brother at the centre.

What the fuck.

In all the times you’d been to see the band, you had never ever made eye contact with one of the boys. Let alone Jake. Jake plagued your thoughts frequently and refused to leave your dreams. His beautiful face that seemed to be carved by literal angels lingered in every corner of your mind. You force yourself back to reality, silently reminding yourself to be present and enjoy the evening, and you do. The atmosphere is electric, you sway along with thousands of fans and scream out the lyrics until your throat stings. Towards the end of the show, as Josh makes his way along the barricade, you reach out and his hand brushes yours. As you make contact, he looks you up and down and winks before making his exit.

What was that about? You think to yourself curiously.

As the night draws to a close, and the band is finishing up their encore, you close your lips around your fingers and send a piercing wolf whistle towards the stage. Jake’s eyes clap onto yours, sending shockwaves through your entire body. He blows you a kiss and your vision slowly fades to darkness.

~

You’re snapped back into reality when the bitter cold air hits your lungs. Somehow, you’ve made it outside the venue, and you’re stood alone clutching your bag and phone. A text buzzes and lights up the screen, which makes you jump and then subsequently tut with annoyance at the reaction. It’s your best friend. She usually comes with you to Greta gigs, but she’s been held up with work recently, so it’s your first time attending alone.

How was it? So fucking gutted I couldn’t make it. She writes.

Amazing… incredible. And weird. You type back, your fingers moving at a snail-like pace from the icy temperature lingering in the air.

Weird? Explain. She questions.

Before you begin to respond, you take in your environment. It’s 11:30pm, and you’re stood outside, alone, in Wembley, in the freezing cold. It’s probably a good idea to head back to your hotel room and finish this conversation somewhere warmer and safer. As you make your way down the street, you spot a small bar with pretty fairy lights shimmering in the window.

I wouldn’t say no to a drink right now you think to yourself, as you stop outside and peer in. It looks inviting, and warm.

What’s the harm in stopping by for one drink? You muse.

As you open the door, you’re met with the comforting scent of aromatic bitters, mixed with aged oak, and fresh citrus. You breathe in, as you rub your hands together in search of warmth. The bar is quiet with a few people dotted about in booths, making conversation. Soft jazz plays in the background as you make your way over to the bar. You perch yourself up onto a stool and the bartender approaches you to ask what you’ll have.

“Sailor Jerry’s and coke, if you have it” you say with a polite smile. The bartender nods and begins making your drink. He brings it over and you tap your phone onto the card reader.

“Thanks” you say, bringing the glass to your lips and taking in a sip of the sweet, golden liquid, savouring the burn of the alcohol as it slips down your throat. Your attention is quickly diverted though, as you hear a commotion of male voices at the door. Their boisterous laughter cuts through the ambience of the bar like a knife, which is quickly calmed by a very loud shhhhh from one of the taller men in the group. You can make out four figures but decide to pull your attention back to your drink and think about replying to the text message from earlier. As you begin to start typing a response, you feel the stool next to you being pulled away.

For fuck sake, can I not be left alone in peace for one evening without some random bloke bothering me? you think to yourself, rolling your eyes, ignoring the presence next to you and focusing on your phone screen.

The stranger leans in, close enough for you to feel his breath tickle the strands of hair covering your ear.

“Just my luck that I’d find you here, you left pretty quickly after the show was over”.

You look up, a frown forming across your forehead as you begin to reject the man’s advances and tell him you aren’t interested. As your eyes find his, time seems to slow almost to a stop. He grins and cocks his head to the side, an eyebrow rising ever so slightly as he waits for your response.

There’s no way this is happening. This can’t be happening.

You become aware that you’re staring silently, with your mouth hanging open. It feels as though you can’t take in enough breath. You clear your throat, not able to speak but wanting to at least do something.

After what seems like a million years pass by, you finally muster up the word “Hi”, a shy smile playing on your lips.

“Do I get to know your name, pretty lady?” he asks. You feel your stomach flip.

Did Jake Kiszka just call you pretty lady? Ok, calm down, calm down.

“Y/N” you say, admittedly a lot more confidently than you actually feel. “And I believe you must be Jake”.

“A pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” Jake responds, holding his hand out to you. You place your hand in his, and he brings it up to his lips, softly kissing it. The contact sends electric bolts through your nerve endings and into your very core.

“The pleasure is all mine” you breathe.

“So, how come I haven’t seen your beautiful face at our shows before?” He asks, shooting you a playful grin.

“I’ve never made barricade before” you reply honestly.

“What took you so long?”

You pause, not really knowing what to respond. What did take you so long?

You sigh “I always came along with my best friend and my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. We never actually booked standing tickets, but I was going to be here by myself this time so I thought, fuck it, I may as well try to get as close as I can.”

He sits back in his chair, studying your face.

“Ex-boyfriend?” He asks after a few moments. You feel yourself blush, which he definitely notices.

“Yes, ex-boyfriend. I called it off recently” you hesitate, before adding “It just wasn’t working, so… yeah.”

“Lucky for me” he retorts, his eyes fixated on you, drinking you in. He looks over at the bartender who swiftly walks over to take his order.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having, and of course she’ll need another”.

You look down at your half-finished drink and knock it back, sliding the empty glass over to the bartender.

~

Thirty minutes later and a few drinks in, you and Jake are chatting away like old friends. You’re so surprised at how easy he is to talk to.

“Do you live round here?” He asks.

“Uhh, it’s complicated” you respond, looking down at your drink and stirring it absentmindedly, watching the ice slosh around in the amber liquid.

Jake raises his eyebrow.

“Technically no, I live further South. I’m staying at a hotel across the street from the arena tonight. But I’m moving in with my best friend who lives here in London, since my ex and I-” you trail off.

Jake puts his hand on your thigh, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

“Do you still live with him?”

“No, he moved out a few weeks back. But I need to get out, too many memories there.” You squeeze your eyes shut, wincing slightly.

Unconsciously, your hand meets Jake’s, still placed on your thigh. You feel a warmth creep between your legs.

Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this. So long since I’ve been… touched.

You bite at your lip and try to shoo the feeling away, but Jake leans in and uses his free hand to brush your hair behind your ear and leans forward to whisper.

“Sounds to me like it’s his loss, pretty lady”.

A soft moan escapes your lips, it’s barely audible but Jake is so close to you that he most definitely heard it. Your eyes dart up to his, your faces so close now that there’s only inches between you. His grip on your thigh tightens as the warmth between your legs spreads.

~

The next thing you know, you’re in the back of an Uber, Jake’s hands in your hair and his lips crashing into yours. Jake is cool, crystal water and you have an insatiable thirst that only he can quench. Jake’s hand slides up under the skirt of your dress, his fingers barely grazing your throbbing clit. You stifle a moan, your hands exploring his bare chest. The Uber pulls up outside your hotel, and Jake whisks you out and in through the doors. You lead him up to the third floor and fumble around in your bag to find the key card. As you find it, Jake grabs hold of your wrists with one hand and lifts them above you, pinning you to the door. With his spare hand, he lifts your thigh up and around his waist and grinds into you, the outline of his erection pressing right where you need it to. You cry out with pleasure, which Jake evidently seems to like.

“You sound so fucking beautiful when you moan like that” he purrs, retrieving the key card from your restrained hand and pressing it against the reader. As he opens the door, he pulls you up onto him so that you’re straddling him with your legs wrapped around his waist. He brings you over to the bed and sets you down onto it.

“Do you want me, pretty lady?” He asks.

“Fuck… yes! Please!” You shout, the agonising need to be fucked coursing through your veins.

“How long has it been since someone took care of you, baby?”

“Too fucking long” you whine.

“So, you’re telling me this pretty baby hasn’t been fucked for a while? When’s the last time he made you cum?” He taunts, planting hot, breathless kisses along your throat.

“He never made me cum”.

Jake stops in his tracks, runs his hands up and into your hair, and guides your face to his.

“He never made you cum?”

“No, I can’t.” You say, embarrassment flooding across your face. “I can only make myself cum”.

Jake laughs and you frown at him, not understanding what’s remotely amusing about what you just said.

His eyes blacken with lust. “We’ll see about that” he croons, snaking his hand up your thigh, inching dangerously close to your throbbing, needy clit.

“This only works if you trust me, can you do that?” He asks. You nod, but he shakes his head.

“Words, pretty lady. I need you to use your words. I won’t go easy on you, but you need to tell me if things get too much. Ok”

“Ok” you breathe “do anything, please do what you want, I’m yours”.

“You’re gunna wish you didn’t say that” he laughs, and with that, he bunches the waistband of your thong in his fist and rips it off in one clean movement. His middle finger runs through your wet pussy, collecting your heat as he trails upwards, and uses it as lubrication to rub agonisingly pleasurable circles across your swollen bud.

“Oh, fuck yes” you cry, your hands grabbing at your breasts over the velvet of your dress.

Clearly affected by your outbursts, he slips two fingers inside of you and begins pumping them, curling them up to reach your sweet spot. Your hands find their way under his shirt, and your fingernails dig into the flesh on his back.

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop!” You beg, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“You don’t need to beg me, baby. I’ll take care of you” he soothes, whilst doing the opposite with his hand. He’s fucking you so hard with his fingers, his pace causing a pressure to build up in your lower stomach. You know that feeling, and it’s usually only felt when you are in your own company, with your trusty wand vibrator in hand, but this time you are teetering on the edge of an orgasm at the hands of Jake fucking Kiszka.

That thought alone, and the knowledge that he is currently inside you, is enough to tip you over the edge. Your mind plunges into bliss as you pulse around his fingers. No man has ever made you cum before.

You hazily begin drifting down from your orgasm, but instead of letting up, he begins to pump into you even faster, still curling his fingers up and into your bulging G spot.

“Please, stop!” you cry out, beginning to feel overstimulated.

“I told you to trust me” he snaps, restraining your wrists with his free hand.

You’re writhing under his touch, the pressure building and building within you. The feeling is unfamiliar, but you do trust him.

“Come on baby, cum for me again, I know you can” he coos.

His gentle coaching paired with the enormous pleasure jolting through your body sends you headfirst into a crashing wave of ecstasy. You cry out as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. You throw your head back as you begin to see stars. Jake pulls his fingers out of you and rubs them viciously against your clit as you continue to gush out onto the bed sheets.

“Fuck, fuck!!!” You shout, completely consumed and lost in your orgasm.

Jake lifts his hand to his mouth and licks you off his fingers, savouring the taste of you like it’s his last ever meal.

“I fucking love a squirter” he moans, climbing on top and pressing his hard cock into you.

“Tell me what you want baby” he asks.

“I want you to fuck me” you breathe.

“You ready for more, princess?” He taunts.

“Yes, fuck yes. Please, Jake.” You plead.

He hooks his arm underneath you and pulls you up, so you’re sat upright on top of him. He lifts your dress over your head and exposes your bare breasts, your nipples hard and pebbled. He takes one into his mouth and begins to suck on it gently, which causes you to whimper.

You pull his shirt off and begin unbuttoning his pants. He yanks them off and you delve into his boxers, sliding your hand down his shaft. He groans, a pearl of pre-cum forming at his tip. He runs his fingers through your folds to gather your slick and uses it to pump himself a few times with this before lifting you up and pulling you down onto him. His hard cock slips inside you with ease, and you both wail with immense pleasure. He begins fucking into you hard and fast, his hands finding your throat and choking you slightly, his teeth burrowing into your collarbone. Your mind goes hazy as you sink deeper and deeper into euphoria. The bed frame pounds against the wall as Jake drives his length into you, his free hand stroking across your clit.

“Jake, I’m gunna fucking cum” you sob, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Cum for me baby, cum so hard for me. I’m so close angel”. You can see he’s teetering on the edge himself, his face plastered with pleasure, but he wants you to get there first. His selflessness and desire for your own pleasure sends you tumbling into orgasm number three, that same rush of endorphins flooding through your veins as you clench hard around him and cover him in your arousal. He curses loudly as his cock twitches inside of you, and he’s cumming right alongside you. The symphony of curses, moans and groans light up the dark room with their beautiful song.

You find yourselves intertwined in a heap on the bed, panting and sweating, tangled up together as you float down from ecstasy. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your forehead gently, in a way that makes you feel like the most special person in the world.

“Wow” you whisper, your heart rate returning to a steadier pace.

“You are fucking phenomenal” he praises softly, stroking your hair.

You lay there for a while, in silence, letting Jake hold you.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course” Jake replies, caressing your cheek

“Why me?”

“Huh?” He looks at you, confused.

“Why me? You could have had any girl tonight, literally any girl. Why did you choose me?”

He sighs. “To be honest with you, I don’t do this a lot. I know that might seem hard to believe, given my profession…” he hesitates “I actually recently got out of a long-term relationship myself too, and the last thing I’ve wanted to do is date or sleep with someone else. But when I saw you in the crowd tonight, it sounds stupid, but I knew I had to get to know you. I knew you were special.”

You blush, not knowing what to say back.

“Is it weird if I tell you I’ve had a crush on you for like, the longest time” you giggle.

“Fuck no” he laughs, before adding “you’re only human” with a wink.

~

You stay up talking for hours, about where you grew up, how many siblings you have, what your life ambitions are and all the other deep shit that you share when getting to know someone. He laughs, you laugh. At around 3am, you realise the time.

“Shit, it’s so late!” You gasp.

Jake laughs and places his hand over yours. “I guess time flies when you’re having fun”.

“I suppose you need to leave; I have no idea what a rock star’s schedule is like but I’m sure it’s busy!” You say, unable to hide the sullen undertones in your voice.

“We actually have a week until the next show, so we were planning on hanging around here and doing some tourist shit. Josh really likes London, something about it being ‘good for the artist’s soul’, whatever the fuck that means…”

“Oh, that’s cool” You mumble, not really knowing what else to say. You want to ask him to stay, but you’ve only just met the guy.

“Do you mind if I crash with you tonight?” Jake asks, smiling softly at you. It’s as if he read your mind…

“No not at all!” Yeah, good going, make it super obvious how happy that made you, you sound like a giddy schoolgirl!

He chuckles, moving forward and enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“Good night, Y/N. I’m so glad I met you today” he breathes into your ear.

“Good night, Jake. I’m glad too.”