#jacob markström smut

[holidaywishes]

masterlist part ii

Multi

Auston Matthews & Freddie Andersen

  I Can’t Love You smut/trigger warning

Behind Closed Doors requested

Freddie Andersen & Jacob Markström

  Play with Fire smut

Mitch Marner & John Tavares

  You Could Stand to Learn a Thing or Two… smut/requested

[no-pucks-given]

JACOB MARKSTROM | COVER ME IN SUNSHINE

A/N: I wrote a rough part 1 and part 2 back in January (when I first started writing) and February, barely above 1K and 2K. However I loved that imagine, but it just wasn’t good enough to post here on Tumblr (in my opinion). So time for a rewrite, and I’m so glad I did. 3.5K more words, more ‘plot’, more smut, more love, more Marky. I love it. I’m happy to share this with all of you. 

Warnings: Oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, shower sex, (some marking + cum, you know the drill, nothing shocking though), a few swearwords, sweet and soft Marky and a water bill so high I could treat you all to dinner.

Word Count: 6.5K

Requested: Yes.

 The gentle beams of sunlight shining into the room isn’t what wakes you up this morning. It’s the prickling of Jacob’s beard between your legs, his rough hands sliding over your bare legs, his mouth leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs. That’s what wakes you up.

For a moment you’re completely confused, the sleepy haze still heavily present in your mind. You try to move your legs, gasping when Jacob’s mouth makes contact with your core. “Jacob,” you whimper, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jacob mumbles from underneath the covers, the vibrations of his voice sending chills throughout your entire body. You grab the covers with both hands, throwing them to the end of the bed as far as you can, revealing a smirking Jacob between your legs. A naked, smirking Jacob to be precise. “Did I wake you up?” Jacob asks you innocently, his fingers brushing over your exposed skin.

“Mmhmm, you sure did,” you say, softly smiling at the man between your legs. What a fantastic way to wake up.

“I can always stop and let you go back to sleep?” Jacob whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as he dips his head down. His tongue makes contact with your core again, your hips almost bucking of the bed by the sudden contact.

“Don’t you dare, J,” you moan out, your hand finding its way into Jacob’s hair, gripping the strands tightly between your fingers. “Please, don’t stop,” you beg him, knowing the effect it will have on him. You hear his sharp intake of breath, his eyes shooting to yours. Gotcha.

“I see what you did there, baby,” Jacob groans against your core, slowly dragging his tongue through your slit. You give him an innocent smile, which turns into a quiet moan when Jacob tightens his grip on your thighs, bringing you even closer to his wicked mouth.

Jacob softly sucks your clit into his mouth, his large hands keeping you flat against the mattress. God, Jacob loves to take his time, loves to take it slow, and all you can do is squirm underneath him, hoping, begging he’ll give you more than this. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, excruciating slowly, but so, so good. “Please, J,” you beg, needing more, needing to feel more than this. Jacob looks at you expectantly, you feel his smirk against your core, waiting for what’s yet to come, it always comes.

“Please, Jacob. I need more. Please, can I have more?” you beg him, your eyes pleading to him to fill you, to finally give you what you need. You have absolutely no problem begging Jacob for anything, no shame at all.

“Always so politely huh, sunshine,” Jacob mutters, letting one of your legs fall to the side. He shuffles a bit, moving his large body so he can bring his hand between your legs as well. His hand joins his mouth, his long finger spreading your wetness through your slit, before pushing inside of you. You gasp at the sudden, yet welcome intrusion, clamping down on Jacob’s finger. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” Jacob ask you, moving his finger inside of you, curling it just the right way to make you slowly lose your mind.

“Yes, yes!” you tell him, not sure if it’s an actual answer to his question or an exclamation of relief and contentment.

Jacob makes a sound of approval, pushing a second digit inside of you. Your whimpers and soft moans spurring him on, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Your grip on his hair tightens even more, bringing him impossibly closer to where you need him the most. With only one arm around your thigh you have way more room to move your hips, grinding them against Jacob’s face. You can almost feel his smirk, his fingers digging into your skin. “Take it, baby. That’s it,” he praises you, encouraging you even further to make yourself feel good. This. This is all about you.

The moment your breathing starts to hitch, the moment you get even wetter Jacob knows you’re close. All it takes is a little push, a last nibble on your clit, a last hit with his fingers against that one particular spot and you’re a goner. It’s Jacob’s soft voice telling you to come for him that brings you over the edge, your orgasm thundering through your body. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your vision turning blurry, back arching off the mattress. Your legs tighten around Jacob’s head, keeping him firmly in place, while he does his ultimate best to prolong your orgasm.

Jacob loves to tease you, loves to watch you squirm underneath him, but he’ll always, always let you come. It’s his favourite thing in this whole world to watch you come, that blissful look on your face, those quiet moans and whimpers leaving your pretty mouth. There’s nothing he loves more, except you. Watching you shatter in front of him, all because of him, is the biggest ego booster anyone can get, watching the person you love orgasm thanks to you, because of you.

When you finally feel like you can breath again you relax your body, with shakily legs you open them up again, freeing Jacob from being smothered. You give him a weak smile, still trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just had. Jacob crawls back up your body, wiping your juices off his face with the back of his hand. He places his arm next to your head, putting most of his weight on his arm instead of your much smaller frame.

You reach around him, putting your hand on the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to your own. Jacob smiles, dipping down to take your lips with his. His tongue glides over yours, tasting yourself on his tongue makes this an even more intimate experience. It’s a pure and raw feeling, you can’t even begin to describe it. You break the kiss, smiling back at the man on top of you. “Good morning, sunshine,” Jacob smiles back at you, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

“Good morning indeed, baby,” you tell him, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. You lay there for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, enjoying the quiet Sunday morning. Jacob rolls over, taking you with him so you’re laying on top of his chest, a small squeal leaving your lips with the sudden movement. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his other hand finds its way into your hair, playing with the strands. You revel in the feeling of his strong arms around you, feeling so safe and secure.

You know, oh you know there’s no way you’re done, there’s no way you’ll both leave this bed and go on with your day, absolutely no way. Jacob has the exact same idea as his hand slowly moves down to the globes of your ass. Seemingly content with finishing this in bed he grabs one of your cheeks with his large, calloused hand, giving it a firm squeeze. His other hand tugs slightly on your hair, tilting your head so he can capture your lips with his again.

You absolutely want to finish what he started, you want nothing more than that, but you do have other plans than Jacob. Plans that involve him, a hot shower and you on your knees in front of him. You break the kiss, wiggling out of Jacob’s arms, who gives you a confused and almost disappointed look, a slight pout visible on his handsome face. You almost feel sorry for him, almost. “Baby?” Jacob whispers, reaching his arms out to you, eyebrows furrowed, an emotion on his face you can’t place.

“Don’t, J,” you shake your head at him, a small smile playing on your lips, surely confusing him even more. Poor guy, now you do start to feel sorry for him. You lean forward, brushing your lips over his ear. “Why don’t you head into the shower, love? I think we have some unfinished business, don’t you think?” you whisper into his ear, enjoying the way his breathing hitches.

You lean back, looking triumphantly at the astonished Jacob in front of you. He opens and closes his mouth, you’re pretty sure you can hear the wheels turning inside of his head. You want to laugh at him, at the way he looks when the realization of your words settle in. His eyes shoot from you to the shower and back to you, his face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

You shoot him a quick wink, a small smile playing on your lips at his expression. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen a 6’6 man jump out of bed that fast, almost tripping over the sheets. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to contain your laughter at the sight before you. Jacob untangles his leg as fast as he possibly can, running straight towards the shower.

Barely 5 seconds later you hear the sound of the shower, the water falling on the tiles. You let out the laugh you’d been holding in and climb off the bed yourself, making your way over to the shower to give your boyfriend your own version of ‘good morning’.

You softly close the door behind you, turning your gaze onto the man standing underneath the stream of water. Your eyes rake over his naked body, focusing on the water droplets that fall onto his skin, following the sharp edges of his body until they fall down onto the tiles. It’s hypnotizing, the way he moves underneath the stream, the way his tattooed arms flex when he brushes his hands through his hair. You could watch him like this forever, never getting bored at the sight before you. What a sight.

Jacob catches you staring, gawking at him and his body. “Come here, babe,” he says, smirking at your obvious desire for him. You shake your head, trying to clear it of the lust induced haze – without much luck – before walking into Jacob’s awaiting arms. He pulls you close to him, his arms tightening around your body. His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing both of your cheeks with his large hands. You gasp by the sudden pinch, giving Jacob the perfect opportunity to claim your lips with his.

His tongue slides over your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up for him. A request you happily fulfil, granting him access to your mouth. His tongue collapses with your own, twisting and turning around the other, exploring familiar grounds. Hands wander over wet skin, gasps and moans swallowed by the sound of the never ending stream of water. At some point during your passionate make out Jacob’s hand finds its way into your hair, entangling his fingers with the strands.

Jacob tightens his grip on your hair, giving a slight tug to break off the heated kiss. You keep your eyes on him, the twinkling in his eyes promising nothing but trouble and mischief. “Are you gonna get on your knees for me, beautiful?” he whispers against your lips, giving you that signature smile, that smile that could make you do absolutely anything. You nod your head at him, your fingers trailing over his abdomen. You did promise him a ‘good morning’, right?

Jacob guides you to the ground, his hand firmly on your jaw the entire time. Your hands follow his body, sliding over every part except the part where he aches for you. You lightly dig your nails into his thighs as you settle down on the cold stone tiles. You fight to keep the smirk of your face as Jacob groans, his cock twitching right in front of you. Jacob brushes his thumb over your cheek, before moving it to your bottom lip. You look up at him, the desire and lust clearly swirling in his eyes. Slowly, excruciating slowly he pushes his thumb past your lips, coaxing you to suck it into your mouth.

“Look at you, so eager, aren’t you?” Jacob smirks, loving nothing more than filling your pretty mouth. It’s a sight for sure, a sight that would be even better if it was his cock in your mouth instead of his thumb, but he’s in no rush today. It’s his day off, something he doesn’t get a lot, something he treats as special. What better way to spend that day with you, on your knees, underneath him, in any possible position and way? Nothing, absolutely nothing beats that.

You release his thumb with a pop, waiting patiently for Jacob’s next move. You keep your eyes on him as he gives you a nod, his sign of ‘go on’. You waste no time, licking his impressive erection from bottom to top. You keep your focus on the underside of his cock, following the large vein with your tongue, stopping every time you almost reach his tip. Jacob’s sharp intakes of breath every time you get closer and closer to the tip spurs you on to prolong your teasing as long as you can, as long as Jacob lets you.

Apparently it won’t be that long, the hand still tangled in your hair yanks you backwards. Your eyes shoot to his, while you give him an innocent smile. It’s not like he wasn’t enjoying it. His hand reaches out, grabbing his throbbing erection. He wraps his fingers around his cock, bringing it closer and closer to your mouth. “Suck,” he commands you, a side you don’t see often with Jacob, a side that makes you clench your thighs together as desire rushes through your body. You love that side of him, you can only wish it would come out to play more often. Maybe this is the way to achieve that, tease him until he can’t help himself but give in to that side of him.

You open up for him, allowing him to slide his erection past your lips. You close your lips around him, softly sucking on his tip. He moans at the feeling, sending chills all over your body. Even in the middle of a shower he tastes like he always does, manly yet fresh, you fucking love it. You simply can’t get enough of him.

Grabbing the base of his cock you give him a firm squeeze, another groan falling from his lips. Your tongue swirls around his tip, softly sucking, all while keeping your eyes on Jacob. The way his abdomen flexes every time you suck harder, his eyes looking up to the ceiling every time he moans, it’s addicting. Moving your hand at the same tempo as your mouth you find a steady rhythm. You flick your wrist just the way he likes, earning yourself another symphony of moans and groans. Like music to your ears, that’s how the moans and groans that leave his lips sound like. Music.

His hand moves to the back of your head, a clear indicator it’s time to hand over your control, although you wonder if you even had it in the first place. You can’t help freezing up for a second, it isn’t Jacob’s fault at all, but no matter the crazy amount of time you’ve been together, he’s still impressive. His cock, his cock is impressive and slightly intimidating. Although.. maybe it applies to Jacob as well, 6’6 of pure muscles, tattoos and a beard? Yes, it definitely applies to both.

Jacob notices your slight change in demeanour, halting the slow movements of his hips. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes showing genuine concern. You nod, flickering your eyes downwards, before meeting his eyes again. Jacob chuckles, clearly understanding what this is all about. “Don’t worry, sunshine. I know what you can handle, but squeeze my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?” he asks you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You nod your head, but Jacob won’t continue without hearing your voice, he needs to hear the words. He slips out of your mouth for a moment, allowing you to voice your thoughts. “I’m okay, J. Just a bit intimidated,” you tell him, smiling when Jacob can’t contain his laughter. “But I’m fine, J. I trust you,” you tell him, reassuring him he’s good to go. He gives you another smile before bringing his erection back to your lips, coaxing you to open up for him again.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he says, his voice low and raspy as he pushes further into your mouth. With his hand on the back of your head he slowly moves himself in and out of your mouth, making sure to never push you further than your limit. It takes you a few minutes to get used to him again, finally able to relax around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. “That’s it, baby. Look at you,” Jacob praises you, only spurring you on to take more, to make this even better for him and you.

His hips thrust forward, deeper into your mouth, a low string of curses leaving his lips. He uses your mouth as he pleases, while also giving you the confidence you can handle him, you can take him. You bring one of your hands back on his thigh, bracing yourself. Your other hand reaches underneath him, gently cupping his balls. You roll them between your fingers, gently giving them your full attention. You know Jacob is close, you know he’s chasing his high as his rhythm turns sloppier and sloppier. All he needs is that last push, that last push over the edge that has him tumbling into the abyss of pure euphoria.

Jacob looks down at you, cursing under his breath. There’s just something about having his girl on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, that drives him absolute nuts. It isn’t a sense of power, it isn’t your surrender. It’s the complete trust you have in him, it’s the love that shows in your eyes, the way you clench your thighs as he fucks your throat, as he chases his orgasm. It’s the fact you’ll do anything for him to make this a phenomenal experience, just like he tries his hardest to return that favour, to make this just as enjoyable for you. It’s teamwork.

He’s so close, so close to reaching his high, so close to just shooting his release down your throat. So close, but today he has other plans, plans that don’t involve you swallowing his seed. The moment he reaches his high, his orgasm thrashing through his body he pulls your hair, releasing himself with a pop from your mouth. His hand shoots out, grabbing his cock and aiming his release at your chest, coating you in his cum.

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so shocked, and.. turned on. Watching Jacob orgasm is an amazing experience on its own, but watching him orgasm and mark you with his cum? That’s incredibly hot.  Hotter than you would’ve expected it to be, hotter than you would like to admit to yourself. It’s a damn good thing you’re already in the shower. “What was that, babe?” you ask him, even though you know the answer to that question already, it’s clearly written all over his face.

Jacob smirks at you, sliding his fingers through the cum on your chest. “Just staking my claim, sunshine,” he simply says, bringing his cum-covered fingers to your mouth. “Open up,” he commands you, pushing two fingers past your lips. You suck them into your mouth, licking them clean until there’s nothing left. Jacob makes a sound of approval deep in his throat when his eyes focus on your lips wrapped around his fingers, his eyes blazing a fire you’ve seen so many times before. You’re not done yet, you’re not done until Jacob tells you you’re done.

You release his fingers, looking up at the giant Swede before you. “You don’t have to do that, you know? I’m all yours, completely and utterly yours,” you tell him, smiling as his face turns into a grin. He holds out his hands for your, helping you back onto both feet again.

“I know, but I like you covered in my cum. It looks good on you,” he simply says, shrugging his shoulders like it’s the most normal thing to do. You shake your head at him, stepping back under the stream, washing away all the evidence of his ‘claim’.

You feel his eyes on you, on your body, on every inch of your skin. It almost burns, leaving a sizzling feeling behind wherever his eyes landed on. His heated stare makes you ache with lust, desire for him, only him. The predatory look in his eyes tells you he’s coming for you, he’s coming for you hard. You’re more than ready for him, more than ready to take all of him.

Within a second his lips crash on yours, his hand landing on your cheek, keeping you close to him. He backs you up against the shower wall, his knee pressing itself between your legs. You gasp into the kiss, giving Jacob the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You can’t help but roll your hips forward, grinding down on his thigh. Jacob smirks against your lips knowing you can’t help yourself, knowing you can’t control your need for release.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here against the wall, sunshine,” he breathes out against your lips. Your breath catches in your throat by his words, a quiet moan leaving your mouth when his hand moves down your throat towards your breasts. His fingers linger on your throat for just a second, a second that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Aching for him, for his fingers, for his cock, just simply for all that is Jacob.

His hand cups your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple expertly. You drop your head against the cold shower wall, moaning out at the sensation of his fingers on your sensitive nipple, your core shamelessly grinding on his thigh. Your hand reaches between your bodies, instantly finding Jacob’s semi-hard cock waiting for you.

You close your fingers around him, gently squeezing his growing erection, moving your hand just the way that riles him up, gets him on high alert. “Fuck, you make me hard so fast,” he groans, thrusting upwards into your hand. You smile triumphantly at him, the knowledge that you have this much power over him, makes you even more desperate for him.

Jacob presses his thigh harder against you, his fingers still playing with your taut bud, rolling and pinching them, switching between your left and right breast, driving you absolutely mad. “Are you gonna come for me again, sunshine? Are you gonna show me how pretty you look while getting yourself off on my thigh, huh?” Jacob whispers in your ear, spurring you on to take, take whatever you need. The bastard knows how much his words, how much his teasing turns you on.

His mouth barely leaves your skin, biting and nipping on your neck, throat, anything he can reach. He knows you’re ready for him, ready to take all of him. Hell, you’ve been ready for him all morning, he fucking knows it, but God, he loves to get you off, he loves to watch you get off.

On edge all morning it takes you way less time than expected to reach your high, your second orgasm of the day crashing through your body. Jacob’s name on your lips like it’s the only thing on your mind, and in a way it is. His hands keep your trembling body upright, his thigh still pressing against your now oversensitive core.

His eyes search yours as soon as you’ve come down from your high, a search for affirmation, consent. You reach up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down towards your own, crashing your lips on his. “Fuck me, J,” you mutter against his lips, the twinkle in his eyes telling you that’s exactly his plan.

You squeeze his now throbbing erection again, a breathy moan leaving Jacob’s lips. “You’re a tease,” he mutters under his breath, before grabbing the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. You squeal, not used to being this high off the ground. Jacob chuckles at your childishness, it isn’t that high up.

Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer towards your entrance, toward where you need him the most. He slides his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Chuckling low when you whine at him, tired of waiting, tired of not feeling him inside of you. So he gives you what you want, what you ache for. He lines himself up, before slamming all the way home. You choke on your own breath, the sheer force of Jacob’s thrust smacking the air out of your lungs. He stretches you to the absolute max, pain and pleasure going hand in hand, although pleasure has the upper hand here, it always has.

Jacob groans, trying to keep himself together. It was a bad, yet fantastic idea to slam himself deep inside of your tight pussy. The feeling of being buried deep inside of you will always feel like something extraordinary to him, it’s a mesmerizing feeling and if he could he’d stay like this forever.

“J, baby, you feel so good,” you whisper against his shoulder, bringing him back from his thoughts. He returns your praise with a low grunt of his own, slowly starting to move his hips again. Knowing it probably took some toll on him and his control you keep praising him, soft sweet nothings against his shoulder, against his lips. There isn’t much room to work with in the shower, the slippery tiles making it hard to go any faster than the slow and steady tempo Jacob keeps right now. It’s almost torturous, driving you absolutely mad. The way he fucks you, with slow and deliberate thrusts, making sure you feel every single ridge, every single vein on his cock.

Jacob loves this look on your face, the look of pure bliss, pure euphoria with every thrust he delivers inside of you. He knows he won’t last long, not after this morning, not with the way your pussy clamps down on him every time he moves inside of you. “Tell me what you need, sunshine,” he groans out, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay. You need, he needs you, to finish first. You’ll always come first, always.

“I need more, J, harder,” you moan out, your nails digging into Jacob’s shoulders. His mouth finds yours again, and only when he bites down on your bottom lip he speeds up. His hands move to your ass, squeezing each of your cheeks roughly, pushing you further into the cold wall. You can still feel his teeth in your lip, when he picks up his pace further, slamming harder and deeper inside of you. Every thrust, every movement he makes hits the right spot inside of you, it’s so fucking good.

You feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer, you can feel it crawling over your back, inside your tummy, fucking everywhere. Your vision blurs, nails digging deeper into Jacob’s shoulders, black spots appear in your already blurry vision, until you explode around him. Fireworks, fucking fireworks as your orgasm rocks through your body, like your nerve endings are on fire. His name echoes through the shower, your head falling back against his shoulder, completely spent from your third orgasm of the morning. Fuck.

There’s no way, no fucking way he can hold out any longer. Your tight pussy pulsing around him, aftershocks from your intense orgasm still rocking through your body, no fucking way he can keep this up. He thrusts into you once, twice more, before his knees buckle slightly as he reaches his own high for the second time this morning. He groans out your name as he buries himself deep, so damn deep inside of you, coating you with his release. His fingers tingle, his legs feel like jelly, his head spins. Never felt a second, fuck.. even a first orgasm like this, so intense, so intimate, so out of this world, absolutely mind-blowing.

Jacob tries his hardest to stay upright, with you still in his arms. Completely out of breath, mind still full of a post-orgasm induced haze, he puts all his weight against your body, crushing you against the shower wall. He drops his head against your shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down his racing heart. “You okay there, love?” you ask him softly, running your fingers through his wet hair.

He chuckles low, his raspy voice sending chills all over your body. “More than okay, y/n, more than okay. I just need a minute, maybe two.”

A few more minutes pass, before Jacob carefully slips out of you, making sure not to hurt you in any way. He gently puts you back on your own two feet, pulling you back underneath the hot water. Jacob raises his eyebrows at you when you suddenly start laughing, although he can’t help the smile that forms on his face by your laughter. Nothing better than seeing his girl smile or laugh. “This water bill is going to be so damn expensive, Jacob,” you giggle, pulling him closer to you.

Jacob chuckles, brushing your wet hair out of your face. “I don’t care, that was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing,” he exclaims, softly pressing his lips on yours in a sweet, loving gesture. He reaches behind you, grabbing one of your shampoo bottles. “Can I wash your hair?” he asks you, an innocent smile plastered on his face. Suspicious, but whatever, if that’s what he wants to do, you’ll play along with it. You nod your head, before turning around so he can reach your hair.

His fingers brush gently through your hair, the smell of your favourite shampoo filling your nose. You sigh softly, this might be the best feeling in the world, something you could get used to. For a moment you think of ways to get Jacob into the shower with you every time you need to wash your hair, but quickly decide that would be a terrible idea. Not for you though, but definitely for your bank account and mother nature. Definitely shouldn’t do that, right?

Jacob’s voice brings you back from your thoughts, his fingers massaging your scalp. “Am I doing this right?” he asks you, a hint of insecurity lacing his voice. You try to answer him, but the only sounds coming from your lips is a muffled moan. “I guess I am,” Jacob chuckles, gently washing the shampoo out of your hair.

You close your eyes, enjoying his hands brushing through your hair, just enjoying his touches. It’s like he can read your mind, it’s almost scary. Just like you expected he had more up his sleeve when he asked if he could wash your hair. His hands wandering down your body, gently soaping your breasts. His soapy hands make soft circles over your breasts, cleaning them thoroughly, even though there’s no way they’re still dirty after the amount of time you spend under the shower stream. “You just needed to touch me some more, huh? you muse, shaking your head softly at him, not bothering to hide your grin.

“I need to make sure you’re completely clean, sunshine,” Jacob tells you, humour lacing his voice. Not bothered by his actions you let him clean you, from your head to your toes, no spot stays untouched. You guess he needs this right now, to make sure you’re absolutely okay, a way of aftercare, so you’re more than happy to give him this.

It takes both of you another 15 minutes to finally get out of the shower and dry off. It’s hard, so hard when you have such an attractive male running around, a naked, attractive male may you add, to keep your hands to yourself. And boy, it’s the exact same way for Jacob, who can’t keep his eyes and hands off you, imagining all the possible ways he can get you underneath or on top of him today, tomorrow and the day after that. It’s hard not touching each other, but why should you stop?

So when an arm wraps around your waist after you just pulled on some panties and hooked your bra, you lean back against the muscular chest behind you. His arm tightens around you, his hand covering your belly. You can feel he’s also still in the process of dressing himself, feeling the warmth radiating from his naked chest. You drop your head against his shoulder, enjoying his affection and attention to the fullest while you still can. You don’t even want to think about that upcoming road trip, not right now, right now all you want to think about is him, him and his warm body.

Jacob presses a soft kiss underneath your ear, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you, y/n. I’m going to tell you that a million times more, until you’re absolutely fed up with it, but I need you to know that,” he whispers against your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist, before looking up at him. “I love you too, J. So, so much, you know that, right?” you ask him softly, a small smile on your lips. His words make the butterflies in your stomach flutter at full force, you’ll never get used to hearing those words coming from his mouth, never. His words hold a certain edge though, an edge you aren’t used to hearing from him. It’s almost like he’s looking for confirmation, looking for a way to take away his insecurities, whatever they might be.

You squeal when he suddenly picks you up and drops you on the bed. For a moment he simply stares at you, his eyes raking over your body. Just as you want to tell him you aren’t having sex with him again, at least not yet, he chuckles. “I’m not trying to seduce you, sunshine.” When he finally got his fill of your body, he crawls on top of you, wiggling himself between your legs. He softly pecks your lips, before pulling back, a soft smile on his lips.

You cock your head at him, curious to know what he’s thinking right now. “Do you know why I call you ‘sunshine’?” he asks you, that same smile turning into a grin. You shake your head at him, you never thought much about that nickname, although you absolutely adore it. “I never thought I would find someone like you. Even after all this time together I’m still so,” Jacob muses over the right word for a moment, “amazed? I can’t even find the right words to describe it.” He stays silent for a few seconds after that, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. Although he doesn’t speak, his face does. The smile plastered on his face tells you a lot, the glint in his eyes tells you even more. You better pay attention to whatever he’ll tell you, you can see it’s important to him.

“You filled my life with sunshine, you still do every single day. When you give me one of those grins that make your eyes wrinkle, I feel like I’m on top of this world.” You can’t help but laugh at that, it’s no secret Jacob loves that, even though you aren’t too fond of it yourself. “You know those first sunny days? Those first warm beams of sunshine after the cold winter?” he asks you, and you nod. “That’s how you feel to me, every time you smile, every time you look at me. You feel like those first beams of sunshine, the beams that warm your skin, the beams that make you forget the cold winter you endured. That’s how you feel to me, like sunshine. You light up my world, you cover me in sunshine, you are my sunshine.”

His words tug at your heart, you had no idea your nickname went that deep, that it has that much meaning to him. What he just told you means more to you than anything ever could. You can’t help the emotions breaking free, you can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, you can’t help how his words make you love him even more. He bared himself to you, showed his vulnerable side, showed you what you really mean to him. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Jacob whispers, gently wiping the tears from underneath your eyes. “Talk to me, baby,” he murmurs softly as he gently kisses your cheeks, your nose, your lips, anything, until you let out a giggle.

You cup his cheek with your hand, softly smiling through your tears. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, love,” you whisper to him. “You shower me in love, affection and good times every single day. You make me feel so loved, so safe, so special. No words can describe how much I love you, Jacob, absolutely no words, but I’ll try my very best to show you exactly how much. Every day I get to spend with you is one I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.”

Jacob leans forward, his lips pressing onto yours, so soft, so gentle, almost like he’s afraid to break this vulnerable, real moment you’re sharing with each other. You wipe away the stray tear that falls from his eye, he might be 6’6 and playing one of the toughest sports out there, he’s still human, he still feels like any other person. He buries his hand in your hair, pressing harder against your lips, never have you felt this close to each other.

He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on you as a smile slowly grows on his face. “It’s a damn good thing I have you for the rest of my life then. We’ll cherish every day together,” he pledges.

You can’t stop your laughter as Jacob rolls over, taking you with him. You land back on top of him, staring down at the love of your life. “We’ll make every single day count, J.”

“Every single minute of every single day, sunshine.”

[senditcolton]

summary: you are officially Mrs. Markstrom. and now, you and your husband are off celebrating your honeymoon. and you plan on making the most of every minute. 

song word count: 3.8k warnings: smut! unprotected, soft dom! Marky, slight size kink, and choking (if you squint).  

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

You wake up to the sound of rain.

The white noise of it pulls you out of your slumber but not quite enough for you to fully awaken. But you don’t mind. You loved the rain. You could spend the entire day listening to it, hearing it hit the ground outside, it’s gently tapping on the roof, against the window.

The world felt like a dream when it was raining.

You sigh, nestling deeper into the crisp white sheets, willingly letting the storm lull you back to sleep. But you are once again pulled from your half-awake state. This time by the feeling of fingers running up and down your side. Slowly. Sensually.

Then, a pair of soft lips pressing gently against the smooth skin of your bare shoulder. Trailing and tracing along the top, dancing down to your neck. The hands still caressing you, like you were made of glass, or marble.

Something precious. Something to be treasured.

And you thought to yourself; I must still be dreaming.

But the hands get heavier, the kisses more insistent, and you finally manage to gather enough strength to flutter open your eyelids.

The first thing you see is the world, waiting outside the window. The rain falling heavily, blurring the scenery, not dissuading you from your belief that this was a dream. What else could it possibly be?

But there are those hands again, pulling you closer to the center of the bed, pressing your back up against a strong chest, a warm body. You lift your head, turning it slightly, just enough and just in time to see the piercing blue eyes of your fiancé, Jacob, looking down at you, his lips still lingering on your shoulder.

No, not your fiancé. Your husband.

And it’s that realization that makes a soft smile pull at your lips.

This wasn’t a dream. This was real. You were laying in bed, next to your husband, on your honeymoon, in a stupidly expensive hotel with a stunning balcony view.

But, if you were being honest, you could’ve been at home in Calgary in December in the middle of the worst blizzard. And it wouldn’t matter.

Because he was here. And he was yours.

“G’morning,” you mumble, your head sinking back into the soft cushion of your pillow. Jacob doesn’t respond immediately, simply continuing the path of his hands and his lips.

You sigh, basking in the glow of his attention, becoming more conscious to the weight of his arm sneaking underneath your body and wrapping around your chest, the heat of his breath against you. You feel his wandering hand glide over the ridges and valleys of your body, up higher and higher until you feel his long elegant fingers rest against your jawline.

A gentle grip, a light pull. Your head twisting and eyes opening to meet his gaze as he hovers over you. Your mouth falling open, breathless.

And before you can blink, he is leaning into you, capturing your lips in his. It is a kiss that is… everything. Soft, romantic, passionate, needy, desperate. It makes your heart race and your head spin.

It’s impressive. How fast he can make you weak.

Jacob is the one to break away, a slight rumble of a laugh running through him as you mindlessly chase his lips, his hand still a steady weight on your jaw. You open your eyes again to find him looking down at you with those blue eyes.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his own voice still heavy with sleep as he leans in to kiss your skin once more, “Mrs. Markström.”

Even with the rain adding to the slight morning humidity that has started to cling to your skin, his words send a shiver through you.

Mrs. Markström.

Would you ever get used to hearing that?

The answer was probably not. At least, not for a while. You still weren’t used to the feeling of the engagement ring on your left hand and now the added weight of your wedding band erases any progress you may have made, the sensation foreign once again.

Jacob releases his grip on your face, enough for your head to return to its spot on the pillow, your eyes darting down to the jewelry in question. Your fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the jewels, the cool slide of the metal on your skin heavenly as you watch the gemstones catch the light of the sunrise.

You feel Jacob lean in, his head resting against yours as you continue to gaze at them.

“They look good together,” Jacob says, his hand finding yours, his own thumb now toying with the rings, the ones that he spent hours upon meticulous hours choosing, making sure they were perfect.

You hum softly in agreement, your head turning back towards him once more, your foreheads touching, breaths intermingling.

“We look good together,” you breathe out. The only reply you receive is Jacob leaning in to kiss you once more. You feel his arms wrap tighter around your body, the flex of his muscular forearms against your waist and stomach, as he pulls you closer.  

“Did you sleep well, my love?” he asks, breaking away, his lips trailing across your cheekbones and down your jaw to the delicate skin on your neck, the barely there scrape of his teeth against your pulse point making your breath hitch.  

“Yes.”

“Have any good dreams?”

“I think I’m still in one,” you gasp, getting lost in how his lips dance across your skin. You hear another small chuckle vibrate through him, his movements never ceasing.

“This isn’t a dream, baby,” he whispers, hand tightening around your hip, mouth trailing up to barely whisper against the shell of your ear. “I’m here. This is all me.” He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips and you moan when you feel him hard against you.

“And I’m all yours.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can even begin to make sense of them. But it doesn’t seem to matter. Because Jacob understands. He knows.

That’s how it has always been. Jacob knowing you deeply, intimately, intrinsically. And loving you for it.

And you doing the same.

He brings his lips back up to yours, kissing you as if you were the only thing he ever wanted in this world. And you melt into him, leaning back against him, legs intertwining, arms tightening until you weren’t sure where you ended and he began.

Your lips move against each other, feverishly, swallowing the other’s moans and pants, his grip becoming stronger along with your desire. Jacob removes his lips from yours, but only just so. His lips still hover, bare millimeters from yours as you sigh into his open mouth.

Waiting.

Jacob pushes against you – not just with his hips but his whole body. Leaning into you, letting only his size guide you as his lips return to their place on your shoulder. You willingly let his move you, resting against him as he gently rolls you onto your stomach, his open-mouthed kisses now wandering across the expanse of your back.

You feel his elegant fingers brush away the hairs at the base of your neck, the feeling lightly tickling you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. He leans in and presses, what could be considered, an innocent kiss to the space between your shoulder blades.

The only thing that offsets the delicacy of that kiss was the fact that, in order to achieve it, he had pushed your legs open with his knees and settled his body in between, his large frame now covering you almost entirely.

You breathe in, relaxing as you feel Jacob continue to worship your body in the early morning light. Your arms snake beneath the pillow supporting your head and a small groan falls from Jacob as he feels your muscles move under his lips.

His hands resume their path, dancing from your arms, across the curve of your shoulders and down your sides. You feel the weight of him against you, his body moving to press you further into the soft hotel mattress.

And you don’t mind.

The hand that had been tracing the topography of you stilled at your hip, Jacob’s fingers tightening and dipping into your skin. A gentle gasp tears from your chest when you feel him tug at you, just barely lifting your hipbones off the bed.

Just enough for him to slide that very same hand underneath you, his fingers spreading out against your lower stomach.

Your cant your hips up, silently urging him onwards. Beneath you, you can feel his fingertips trace the scalloped edge of your underwear, teasing you.

Another whine, another roll of your hips. Another moment of Jacob understanding your plea.

Then, a response.

Those long fingers sneaking beneath the elastic of the waistband, trailing downwards, down to where you needed him most.

You feel him slip between your legs, those hands of his grazing over that bundle of nerves and you can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips at the barely-there stimulation. Jacob, meanwhile, has a similar reaction when he feels you, wet and wanting.

“Fuck, sötnos,” he groans into the skin of your back, lips against your spine, his fingers continuing to move against your folds.

You loved Jacob’s hands. The way they held a glass of champagne. The way they flexed when he was stressed. The weight of them against your back, your waist, your hips. The way he used them to coax you to that delicious edge.

The way he was using them now.

Stretching, reaching, sinking into you. Your moans muffled by the pillow as your hips continue to move, the heel of his palm pressing against you, sharp breaths heaving every time that rough calloused skin catches against your clit.

You move again, grinding against him, using your hips to press his hands into the mattress underneath you. Jacob encourages it, rolling his own hips against yours, guiding your movements as his fingers press deeper into you.

“That’s it älskling,” he whispers, his voice hot in your ear, body caging yours. “Take what you need.”

You whine, your hips moving a little more frantically against his hand, grinding down on him, angling and adjusting so you get that perfect pressure, that perfect friction. It is pure unfiltered desperation. Jacob’s lips still linger on the skin of your shoulders, his body on top of yours, the heat of him warming you in the dawn air.

The whimpers that fall from your lips are incessant, gaining in speed and pitch as you continue to move, sharp gasps intermingled every time Jacob reaches further into you, grazing that one spot that made you see stars. But it’s not just his movements, not just the weight of him pressed against you, not just the chill of his chain hitting your bare skin. It’s his words, the things he’s whispering in your ears as you desperately chase your orgasm.

“There she is, being so fucking good for me,” he pants, his own hips rolling against yours. “This is my favorite place for you; underneath me, making all of the sounds you make just for me. All for me.”

You lift yourself up onto your elbows, for no other reason than to get a better angle, to trap Jacob’s hand between you and the sheets below, to do exactly as he asked and take what you needed. The position is welcome though, the morning air relieving as it chills the sweat that has begun to cling to your skin, both from the slight humidity and the heat from you and Jacob’s actions.

Jacob embraces the change as well, leaning his forehead against your back, his other hand groping at your chest as you move.

The fingers inside you reach again, hitting that spot once more and your head falls forward, a moan falling from your lips as you feel your orgasm hit you unexpectedly, hips shuddering, walls clenching around him.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he mumbles, his voice muffled as his lips press against your shoulders once more as he lets you ride it out.

Your body collapses against the bed, a final sigh escaping you. Jacob doesn’t stop you. Instead, he lets you rest and catch your breath, his body still draped over yours. You feel his lips against your jawline, pressing a kiss right on the corner of your mouth and you sigh.

He manages to remove his hand from between your thighs, you shivering as you feel your own arousal drag across your skin as he withdraws. Jacob drifts his hand up, fingers tapping against your lips, his turn for a silent request which you gladly oblige. You open your mouth to him, humming as you feel his fingers press against your tongue.

“That’s it. That’s my girl,” he groans.

Jacob’s fingers withdraw, giving you a moment to breathe as you rest your head on the pillow. His hand slides down your side, hooking under the elastic and gently tugging it downwards. A slight lift of your hips is all you can muster as he pulls the fabric away from you. You feel him shift above you, the weight of him slowly receding as he continues to remove the only barrier between him and you.

When you feel his body almost completely gone from above you, you attempt to shift, to roll over onto your back just so you could face him. To kiss him properly, to feel him against you, inside of you. But, as you begin to turn your body over, a palm spreads across the small of your back, holding you down, hips pinned against the mattress.

Your objection is small, soft, as it is muted by the white pillowcase. But Jacob doesn’t react, doesn’t give in. Instead, he fully removes your underwear from your legs and settles himself back between your thighs. His body drapes over yours again, mouth returning to the skin on your back and you whine as he winds you up once more.

“Jacob…”

“How bad do you want me, min kärlek? Tell me.”

“Please,” you whimper, a small hitch in your breath as you feel his teeth scrape against your skin. “Please, I need you inside me, baby.”

There’s a slight curl of Jacob’s lips still pressed against you, a pleased smile, a wicked grin. You couldn’t tell from your position.

“Please.”

The single word is more sighed than spoken, more plea than demand. But that doesn’t seem to matter to Jacob. Because regardless of how it was said, it meant the same thing; that you needed him.

You feel the weight above you change ever so slightly, a brush of skin against skin. He’s reaching for something, something above you. You don’t have an answer as to what until you once again felt his hand tug against the ridges of your hipbones, lifting you.

And the soft cushion of a pillow is placed underneath.

Another half-sigh half-whine escapes you as you nestle yourself deeper into the sheets, your eyes closing as you revel in the moment.

Are you positive this wasn’t a dream?

Then, there is a shift behind you, the heft of a body settling on top of yours again. Your hips move involuntarily yet again and a moan is released from both of you as you feel Jacob slide against your folds. Another shift, another tilt of your hips and finally, the press of him sinking into you.

A delectable groan falling from his lips. A desperate whimper falling from yours.

None of your dreams could compare to this.

You arch, your body squirming between the give of the mattress and the solidness of Jacob’s chest, wordlessly begging him to move. He does, pulling out before gliding back in. Your hands twist themselves into the white sheets beneath you, grounding yourself. His pace is slow, sensual… destructive. As if he is taking you apart with every movement of his body. As if he is enjoying it.

His hands are everywhere, his lips everywhere, and all you could to – all you wanted to do – was lay there and let him have you.

It’s a thrust that hits that specific place inside of you that is almost your undoing. You turn your face deeper into the pillow, muting your moans as Jacob continues to graze that spot and you feel your heartbeat quicken as that coil in your stomach tightens with each pass.

Jacob’s hands are moving again, brushing your hair back from your face and neck, his lips taking their place, soft and delicate.

That would be the end of it if this was any other morning with any other man. But this was your honeymoon and this was your husband. No movement came without a motive. No motion lacked a meaning.

You breathe sharply at the sensation of those long fingers sneaking down your collarbones and wrapping around your throat. Another gasp is torn from you when he pulls your head up off the pillow and you try to concentrate on the words he’s whispering into your ear, not the feeling of that cold metallic band contrasting with the heat of his hand against your neck.

“I want to hear you älskling,” he breathes against your skin, his lips just barely grazing the corner of your open mouth, his body continuing to rock against yours.

A bare nod of your head and a few soft mewls is all you can manage but it seems to be sufficient for Jacob as he twists your face those final few degrees to lock your lips in a kiss.

This kiss was the neediest of all the ones shared this morning, your mouths and tongues moving against each other, never settling. Mindless and wanting.

You are the one that tears your head away from him this time, a desperate moan ripping out of your chest as Jacob increases his speed, still grazing that damnable spot with every thrust. The noises you’re making are a jumbled mess of his name, pleas, curses, and whimpers.

All of which satisfy Jacob’s request.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Let it out for me,” he murmurs, his lips returning to the tops of your shoulders, his hand remaining against your throat; a silent reminder of his control. His other hand, which had previously continued to trace the crests of your body, travelled up your arm before resting over your hand, still buried in the sheets.

His fingers are prodding, coaxing you to release the fabric from your grasp which he quickly replaces with his own hand, squeezing it tight as he brings you closer and closer to your release.

The wave of pleasure crashes over you, swift and sudden, radiating through your entire body as you writhe underneath him. Jacob is there though, steadfast and solid, keeping you grounded as your orgasm rushes through you, broken moans falling freely from your lips.

“There we go. Such a good girl, doing as your told” he groans, his movements continuing.

“Jacob,” you whine out, walls fluttering around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “please.”

His only response is more breathless grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic, hitting deeper within you as he chases his own release, inadvertently prolonging your own. You grip his hand tight as he finally stills and you feel him spill within you, the flood of heat settling deep and your high-pitched moan intertwines with his throaty one.

The hand that was holding your throat releases, letting your head droop back down onto the pillow. The two of you stay like that, Jacob’s body resting on top of yours, his forehead pressed in the space between your shoulder blades. You feel his breath dance across the expanse of your back, the heat of it clinging to your skin.

He removes his body from yours, withdrawing completely and you quietly whimper at the loss of him between your thighs. You do find the strength and the space to flip your body over, your back finally hitting the rumpled sheets.

Jacob is hovering above you and it feels good to look at him clearly. To see him fully: those tattooed muscular arms, those beautiful blue eyes, that hair that was gently falling into his face. You reach up, brushing the strands back, your hand stilling at the nape of his neck, fingers toying with the end of his hair. Jacob leans back down, supporting himself on his elbows, one of his own hands coming to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek.

There are no words spoken between the two of you for a few moments, just an exchange of smiles, sweet looks, and soft touches.

“What a morning,” you say with a soft laugh which Jacob returns.

“I’d say a pretty good start to a day,” he replies.

“A perfect start to a honeymoon.” Your smile grows, your entire body warming at the remembrance. That you were married to the beautiful man who was cradling you in his arms and was looking at you like you were everything he ever needed.

Jacob dips his head down, drawing you into another kiss, the two of you breathing in each other. Your lips pull apart but don’t travel far, barely touching. Foreheads resting together, your eyes close and you swear that you could stay here forever. You wish you could stay here forever.

A breeze blows through the open window and you whine, the wind turning from its chilly dawn air to a heavy humidity, sticking to your already damp skin. Jacob hears your quiet protest and pulls away from you, a question on his face. You let out a light giggle, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I need to take a shower,” you attempt state plainly, without any insinuation or innuendo, but you are unable to stop the smirk twisting at your lips. Jacob mirrors your grin.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Well, if you must,” you playfully sigh. Jacob laughs, the sound of it rumbling through his chest and he leans in to kiss you again. It’s quick and you can feel his smile against your mouth.

He tears away, lifting himself off the bed entirely before holding out his hand to you. You gladly take it, letting him pull you up and lead you to the ensuite bathroom. He only lets go to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature as you stand in front of the mirror, quickly detangling your hair and removing your rings. You place them in the small jewelry case that you brought with you, a small part of your heart aching to be parted from them, even for this short period of time.

You feel Jacob crowd behind you, his tall frame appearing in the mirror. Your eyes connect in the reflection and you watch as he removes his own ring, placing it in the compartment with yours, the metals complimenting each other.

“They’re good together, Mr. Markström,” you say, echoing the words he spoke earlier, turning your head to smile up at him. He leans down to press a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

“We’re good together, Mrs. Markström.”

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last movie: to all the boys i loved before part 3 maybe? I can't remember

last series: panic (I was so invested I finished in practically one day)

sweet, savoury or spicy: sweet. that's why all the mosquitos like me

craving: pizza lol. We're having pizza tonight and ever since I heard, I've been wanting some haha

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Play With Fire

  Requested: 🙅‍♀️

  Summary: Freddie invites some people to his rental on the lake in Ontario and things heat up fast

  Warning: drug use, smut, fluff, maybe some angst/jealousy

  Author’s Note: I’m sorry. But also... I’m not? I’m sure you all can tell, I’ve very much been in a Jacob Markström mood lately and after a quick chat with @verdandis-blog the other day (two months ago,) paired with my failure of a love life yet again, I really needed to write having two goalies f*ck me stupid. This one gets pretty graphic, more than anything I've written so far I think, so if you're not into it or you're a minor, maybe like... don't read it? Anyway! Hope you enjoy this smutty fic because I know I sure as fuck did. I mean, I made a graphic and everything because I needed them both in it...

  P.S. I should add here that all my smut is clearly labelled on all my fics, as well as on my masterlists, and should not be read if you are a minor. I can’t control what you read but I’ll be damned if you try coming at me and saying some sh*t about me writing smut.

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  Song Credit: Play with Fire -- Sam Tinnesz & Yacht Money, Aftertaste -- Whethan & Opia, Anybody Else -- JP Saxe and Last Time -- Giveon and Snoh Aalegra

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  You had never taken Ecstasy before so you weren’t sure how long it would take to kick in. It wasn’t until you were playing a round of Never Have I Ever that you noticed Freddie’s hand on your thigh and how soft it felt against your skin

  “Hi baby” you whispered when you turned your head to him, pecking his lips sweetly as his grip tightened on your thigh

  “How are you feeling?” he whispered in your ear when you turned your head back to the group, a smile creeping across your face as you traced your fingers across his arm. You could only bite your lip in response before reaching your free hand to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss that led your friends to groan.

  “Oh get a room why don’t you?!” Mitch yelled first

  “We don’t wanna see that!” Andrew was next

  “You guys are gross” Willy said plainly before a chorus of ‘get out of here’ and ‘stop’ soon filled the air

  “We’d be happy to” Freddie laughed and it was the first time that you noticed Jacob sitting there. The two goaltenders exchanging a glance as they passed each other but you didn’t think more of it than that; it was just a glance right?

  “Oh my god!” you gushed at the fairy lights in your room, completely forgetting that you had turned them on in the first place, “look how pretty this is!”

  “Yeah it’s nice,” Freddie dismissed, pressing kisses behind your ear and along your neck, “I just wanna touch you, baby, feel you…” you smirked at his words as his fingers trailed down your arms

  “Sit down,” you said, lightly pushing him onto the end of the mattress before turning on some music. You made your way back to Freddie, straddling his lap and placing his hands on your waist, which he quickly moved to your ass, and began grinding your hips against his. “Do you think I’d be a good stripper?” you asked with a giggle

  “What?” he replied, not paying attention as his eyes wandered down your chest

  “Do you think I’d make money as a stripper? Like good tips?”

  “Are you trying to tell me something?” he joked, finally looking up at you, hands grabbing your ass tightly, “teaching not paying enough?”

  “I’m just asking...” you laughed, kissing his cheek when the song switched to what you thought would be your stripper song. You stood up and bit your bottom lip before letting your hands roam your body, “if you think I’m sexy...”

The danger gets me high. Can’t help. Myself. Got secrets I can’t tell.

  The song continued in the background as Freddie’s eyes darkened with want. You smirked at his physical response before you made your way closer to him, pinning his hands to the side when he tried to touch you and you shook your finger in front of his face; your lips lingering just in front of his before you turned around, walking ahead a few steps

I’ve always liked to Play with Fire

  You swayed your body side to side with the song, dropping to the ground slowly as you felt his eyes watching your every move, earning a confident, almost manipulative, smile from you. You turned around just long enough to see him wiping his now sweaty palms on his jeans before you walked back to him, placing your palms on his knees and making sure to press your ass close to his lap as much as possible, the effects of the small pill finally coming into play for both of you. You continued to move your hips slowly against his body, pushing back against him until your back was straight, letting your head fall to the side to expose your neck to him while his hands massaged your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your core

  “Who would you want to join us right now?” he whispered in your ear as you ground into his growing erection

  “No one,” you smirked, “I don’t think I can give two lap dances”

  “No?” he smirked back, kissing the side of your jaw nearest your ear and you shook your head slowly in response, guiding his large palms to your breasts and letting a quiet moan escape your lips

  “Too much work” you smiled

  You remembered that there were three pills that Freddie had presented you with. He said that you could take a half or a full pill but that he was going to take a full one, leaving at least one whole pill for someone else. Whoever it was probably shouldn’t be alone right now but you couldn’t think too much about them; not with the way Freddie was making you feel right now

No denying. I’ve always liked to play with fire

  “Who did you give the other pill to?” you finally asked, Freddie taking your question as an opportunity to grab your face with his hand and press a harsh kiss to your lips; leaving you breathless as the song came to its conclusion. “I’m serious, Fred”

  “Who would you want to join us?” he repeated as you sat on his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck

  “I told you, Fred…” you groaned, “it’s too much work”

  “I gave the other pill to one person and I wanna know if that person is someone you’d want to join us…” he asked playfully

  “Is the person someone that I like?”

  “You can’t ask me questions about this person” he teased

  “Why not?” you giggled, throwing your head back before squeezing his shoulders

  “Because”

  “That’s not an answer…”

  “You still haven’t given me yours”

  “Just tell me”

  “Fine,” he smirked before placing a kiss on your shoulder, “yes. You like this person”

  “Do you like this person?” you pressed, earning a scoff from him

  “Yes,” he smiled, “I like this person too”

  “Is this person m—”

  “Come on, babe,” he said as he threw his head back, “before we peak. Who would you want it to be?”

  “You and…” you hesitated, not knowing what his reaction would be if you said someone he hadn’t given that pill to, “Jacob maybe?” As if he’d been standing outside the door, waiting to hear his name, Jacob walked in and you eyed Freddie, gauging his reaction

  “Hey guys,” Jake said, “whatcha up to?”

xx

Jake's P.O.V

  Freddie had handed you a small pill earlier in the day and told you to keep it for a while; not to take it until he gave you a choice. It was all very cryptic but you didn't see the harm. It wasn't until the group decided to play a round of Never Have I Ever that he pulled you aside and asked you if you'd be interested in a threesome

  "What?" you scoffed

  "I've seen the way you look at (Y/N)," he smirked and your eyes found her across the room, "she's always said that if she had a pass, she'd use it on you..."

  "I'm flattered," you blushed, "but I--"

  "That pill I gave you," he interrupted, "it's Ecstacy. I had three, I took one, I'm giving one to (Y/N) and the last one is for you; if you feel like taking it, that is"

  "And the threesome?" you whispered only to be met by a small grin on Freddie's face before he took a sip of his beer

  "Only tonight. It's a one-time offer and only because she feels comfortable around you. You don't have to do it, the pill or anything else, but the option is there." He made his way back to the circle and sat beside (Y/N), her hands drifting across his arms as he caressed her thigh slowly, the two of them locking onto each other as if no one else were around. It wasn't long after, prompted by the group, that Freddie and (Y/N) left the game to find an empty room; Freddie giving you a knowing look while (Y/N) smiled blissfully. You weren't fully invested in the game anymore, you weren't sure you ever were, so you stood up and walked onto the deck to get some fresh air, pulling out the small tablet from your pocket. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about your 'options.' You both worked in the same circles, you were bound to run into each other again soon and this would be a very vulnerable position for both of you. She had a way of making you feel comfortable in almost any given situation so maybe it would be okay. Did the good outweigh the bad though? Was (Y/N) enough of a reason to agree to something so... unlike you?

  "Fuck it" you groaned under your breath before tossing the pill into your mouth and chasing it with a sip of whatever beer you'd been given. You made your way down the corridor of bedrooms to find where Freddie and (Y/N) had gone, noticing only one door closed near the end of the hall. You heard the music playing and her laughing and you couldn't stop yourself from seeing what was happening inside. "Hey guys," you laughed as you opened the door, the pill working faster than you thought it would, "whatcha up to?"

  "Chattin’” was all Freddie said in return while the playlist continued to shuffle slow, sensual songs

  “Chattin’ about what?” you smirked, moving toward the bed where they sat, taking a spot beside (Y/N)

  “About my new lingerie,” she said playfully, her eyes still locked onto her boyfriend as if she was waiting for an answer about something, “I wasn’t going to bring it, because it’s a cabin right, but Freddie begged me to bring it”

  “Oh yeah?” you asked as Aftertaste came on. (Y/N) had introduced you to this song and it was pretty steamy

The bedroom floor. We’re falling deep, we’re just falling out. But I wish I could tell you that. I wish I could tell you that...

  “Yeah, you wanna see?” she hardly waited for a response before gliding to her suitcase and taking out a pink set and a white babydoll, “which one?”

  “White” you said

  “Pink” Freddie added, the two of you looking at each other in competition

  “Well boys,” she teased, “whatever will we do?” You noticed (Y/N) looking at you closely, likely noticing the effects of the pill; she smirked at the way your eyes opened widely and she tried to keep you involved in everything that was happening. Standing up, she held the sets of lingerie in either hand, looking between the two of you before her eyes landed on you. You and Freddie watched as she glided into the ensuite bathroom before reappearing slowly in the white flowy, chiffon babydoll. “What do you think?” she asked quietly, noticing a blush appear on your cheeks before you swallowed harshly and she giggled at your shyness. “Dance with me, Jacob” she whispered and you hesitated, looking over at Freddie before saying anything

  “No,” he said, earning a frown from her before she walked to where you sat, “I think I’m okay here." You were trying to be respectful and you weren't sure how comfortable Fred would be with you dancing with her -- even if that is what you were there for.

  “Why will you boys not dance with me?” she whined jokingly

  “I’m not a very good dancer,” you scoffed, your eyes now focused on her breasts as she lowered herself onto your lap

  “Just feel my body against yours” she whispered in your ear, her chest pressing up against yours, while your hands moved to grip her ass. She pushed herself off your lap before grabbing your hand to lead you near the wall across the room and pushing you against it; her back to your front, as tight as she could manage, while your hands began to roam her body. Freddie’s eyes stayed on the two of you as you danced across the room, (Y/N)'s head tilting just enough to expose her neck for you to press your lips to the soft skin behind her ear. You were entranced by the smell of her perfume and you almost forgot that Freddie was still in the room

See what you wanna see. I’ll be what you wanted me to be to please ya...

  Your breath swept across her skin, causing goosebumps to appear before she wrapped her arm around your neck and let her fingers curl in the hair at the nape of your neck while she ground her hips against you in time with the music. You turned her around by her waist, dropping your forehead against hers gently and she smiled before bringing your lips to hers. You heard Freddie clear his throat and (Y/N) looked up to see what he was doing, finding him biting his lip as he watched your hands wrinkle the fabric of your baby doll before pushing it up, past your hips until your palms were flat against (Y/N)'s sides

Lying on the bedroom floor. I can’t take it, the. Aftertaste of the. Love we make when you’re, lying on the bedroom floor...

  Freddie was now behind (Y/N), pressing his chest tightly against her back while her arms stayed wrapped around your neck; her eyes interlocked with yours. The three of you were beginning to beg for each other's touch, the ecstasy clearly hitting you all, (Y/N)'s nails digging into your shoulders while her head dropped against Freddie's chest

  “Hey, Jake,” Freddie whispered, “how are you feeling?”

  “Good” you smiled, your hands rising up slowly to the side of her breasts

  “Want her to give you a lap dance?” Freddie said, nodding down at (Y/N) who smirked before looking up at you quickly and biting her bottom lip

xx

Freddie's P.O.V

  You and (Y/N) led Jake back to the edge of the bed as the song came to an end and the next queued up.

  “Let me change” (Y/N) smirked, gliding back into the bathroom to change into the hot pink lingerie set that you had preferred, quickly making her way back to you and Jake

  “Fuck yes” you smiled

  “You look fuckin’ sexy” Jacob added as she made your way to the two of you, placing her palms on Jacob’s knees and leaned in to kiss him first, parting from his lips to kiss down the column of his throat while her hands drifted to the hem of his shirt; once it was clear from his body, she took a step forward and he whimpered. She was silent at his neediness, only smiling over her shoulder as her hips began to sway to the music and her hands roamed her own body

Say no, say no, I’m telling myself. But then...

  She arched her back and pushed her ass back against Jake's lap, grinding into his ever arising cock. Jake's hands were quick to wrap around (Y/N)'s front, pulling her back so his chest was met by her back and his hands squeezed her breasts and she let out a gasp at the intensity of his movements.

I’m not prepared, to meet you everywhere…

  “I love this song” (Y/N) whispered as Jacob continued his hold on her breasts and his tongue traced up the back of her neck, eliciting a raspy groan from (Y/N)’s lips. She rocked her hips from side to side before managing to push his hands down her body until she finally looked over at you

Don’t stop. I wish I wanted, Anybody Else...

  “Turn around for him babe” you pushed eagerly and she obliged, slowly straddling the Swede who was now biting his bottom lip. Her pacing was teasingly slow and Jacob wasn’t having any of it. His lips rushed to connect with her skin and his fingers dug into her hips

  “Fuck” she moaned

Hips on my fingertips, lips getting used to this. With your skin on my skin and your legs on my chest, you look less. And less like a friend, a friend.

  “You like that baby?” you asked breathlessly, (Y/N)'s only response a nod as she continued to grind against Jacob’s lap. She reached out to you, her hand dancing across your chest until it found your jaw and she smirked when you nipped at her wrist. Meanwhile, Jacob’s hands grabbed her waist tighter and tighter while she traced his tattoos with her fingers on her free hand. Jacob's hands pushed her hips down into his before they both let out a moan

Say that I want to control this, but deep down I hope that it’s hopeless...

  "Fuck" he growled as he watched (Y/N)'s body squirm under his grasp and, out of desperation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and crashed her lips into his. Your hands began to roam her back while her kiss with Jacob went from harsh to slow; tongues dancing together mindlessly. She pushed Jacob onto his back, his hands still gripping her hips, and began kissing down his body as you stood up to take off your boxers. Soon, you were lying beside them, running your hands through (Y/N)'s hair as she moved down Jacob’s body. As she got to his hips, she tugged at his pants to free his member and took him in her hand until he was ready for her to take him in her mouth. She peered up at both of you, with her head still bobbing up and down on Jake’s cock, before inching her fingers up your leg to stroke your member.

  "Faster, baby" you moaned at her touch and she did her best but you could tell she was having a difficult time trying to coordinate everything.

  "Jesus!" Jake cried out in pleasure

  "Shhh," she smirked when she took her mouth off of him, taking the time to stroke you faster, "there are still a lot of people outside"

  "Your mouth feels amazing though" Jacob added with a laugh while you bit your bottom lip as she moved back up the bed to insert herself between you and Jake. You pulled her to face you while Jake pressed his chest against her back, placing intermittent kisses along her shoulders while her arms wrapped around your neck and your lips melded with hers. It wasn’t long before the three of you were intertwined and a mess of sweating and panting; it was almost too much. You felt Jake pull her hips closer to him, making you open your eyes to see him pushing her thong down her body as she let out a moan and you competed with him to bring her pleasure first. Jake kissed (Y/N) behind her ear, a place you were always eager to go to first and she started to rock back and forth between the two of you, letting her arms around your neck give her leverage to feel every inch of the two of you. She smiled when she finally took her lips away from yours and twisted her body just enough to kiss Jacob as she pulled his head close to hers. Your hands were beginning to roam her body now, stopping at her breasts to perk her nipples before you made your way down to her centre; she bit her finger as she watched you kiss your path down her body before pulling her back flat against the bed, Jake no longer having his body pressed against hers. You let your fingers glide up and down her folds, teasing her entrance with your middle finger before your tongue played with her clit. She moaned in response as she got wet with each touch you landed and you loved the sight of it. Her hips began to buck to meet your mouth forcing you to smirk to yourself but when you looked up, you found her lips interlocked with Jacob's and the jealousy you didn't expect to feel rushed over you. (Y/N) whimpered into Jacob's kiss as you let your finger slide in and out of her, watching her hips grind down into your touch

  "Fuck" she finally broke the kiss and looked down at you, "fuck, baby, hmm, oh my god."

  "That feel good?" you smirked as she bit her lip

  "Mmm-hmm" she hummed in response while you placed kisses on her skin, keeping your body close to hers as you made your way back up. The two of you exchanged a look when you were finally able to press a kiss to her lips, making sure to curve your finger in her slowly

  "Ready baby?" you whispered in her ear and she smiled as she traced your arm with one hand and Jacob's tattoos with the other. You took your finger out of her and slowly brought it to your mouth, surprised when she took it from you and sucked on it; tasting herself as she took your long middle finger in her mouth as much as she could. You could feel your erection growing with every breath that brushed across your skin and you just wanted her.

xx

  "Holy fuck" Freddie breathed with a smile when you finally took his finger out of your mouth. Jake pushed you gently onto your side so that you were facing Freddie as Jacob's erection pressed against your back. You moaned against them, the feeling of both of them breathing across your skin nearly pushing you to the edge and you pulled Freddie's hips closer to yours in desperation. He entered you slowly, while Jake snaked his hand around to circle your clit, matching Freddie's pace as your high tangled with theirs and you let out moans and profanities before begging for more.

  “Fuck me,” you said breathlessly into the open space, not caring who took you at this point

  “Who do you want?” Jacob whispered in your ear, his finger pressing harder as his lips pressed against your neck

  “Both of you” you replied, one hand moving up to curl around Jake’s neck while the other slid down to the small of Freddie's back as he continued to thrust into you. You continued to melt into Jake’s kisses on your neck and pulled Freddie's lips to yours to capture them in a rough kiss when you suddenly felt Jake push himself into you

  “Fuck” Jacob moaned when he finally felt you, “holy shit!” You could only hum in response, biting your lip to contain the sound as he rocked into you. You were caught between the two of them; moving your hips in time with theirs and, unknowingly, with the music still playing in the background

Just this last time...

  “Oh my god” you finally let out, the stimulation coming from all angles, “holy fuck!” you exclaimed, the feeling of both of them stretching you out leaving you unable to control yourself. They moved slowly so you could get used to the feeling but it wasn’t long before they increased their speed, letting your head fall back onto Jake’s chest while your arms fell across Freddie’s chest limply. God, this was ecstasy. You had never felt like this before and you don’t think you could handle it another time even if it was offered to you. But they sure took advantage of the situation, making you cum over and over again until you couldn’t feel your legs and you couldn’t take a deep breath.

  “How are you feeling baby?” Freddie asked as his finger traced the curve of your breast; you hummed in response, unable to fully speak

  “Wanna rest for a while?” Jake added, placing a kiss on your shoulder and you nodded your head silently before he outstretched his arm for you to lie your head on. You were sure you’d peaked and you were coming down from your high, meaning Freddie would have already, but because Jake took his pill later, you weren’t sure where he was at

  “How are you feeling, Jakey?” you asked, giggling lightly as Freddie dropped his lips to your shoulder

  "Good," he laughed, letting his fingers dance up and down your arm, "your skin is so soft." You looked back at Freddie with a knowing smirk and he stood up, walking toward the en-suite bathroom and leaving you alone with Jacob. You rolled onto your side, facing Jacob before asking what he wanted, "what do you mean?" he asked

  "Did you peak?" you asked, "or do you still need to feel me?"

  "I would love to feel you," he smirked, his eyes lightly closed, "your mouth around my cock..." he trailed off

  "Yeah?" you added, smiling to yourself before pushing yourself up and moving down his body

  "Yeah..." he mumbled, stopping you before you got too far, "but I think you've worn me out"

  "Hey!" you laughed, hitting his chest playfully and he opened his eyes right as Freddie walked back in, "you both wore me out. It's not my fault if you're too sensitive"

  "Oh is that right?" Freddie teased, pulling your legs apart to clean you up, "you think we're too sensitive?"

  "I--" you started but Freddie pulled you to the edge of the bed, hitching your breath and Jacob was quick to sit behind you, his legs on either side of you

  "I think we should teach her a lesson" Jacob smirked and Freddie agreed, both of their fingers gliding into your centre and you let out a long moan

  "Shit" you breathed, your legs starting to shake at their ministrations

  "You gonna cum baby?" Freddie growled

  "Yeah," you breathed, "fuck"

  "And we're the sensitive ones?" Jacob laughed, presumably at how little it took you to cum again

  "I j-j-just s-said" you faltered

  "Cum for us" Jake grumbled and you obliged

  "Fuck"

  "That's a good girl," Freddie said with a smile as Jacob guided you onto your back, "time for some sleep, hey?"

  "I hate you both" you mumbled as they cleaned you up and layed a blanket over you. You heard them settle in on either side of you, one of them brushing your hair with their fingers, while the other trailed their finger across your skin, both lulling you to sleep and all you could think was: Holy Fuck.

[holidaywishes]

kiss me more

  Requested: 🙅‍♀️

  Summary: Marky gets super possessive of you while vacationing with friends in Europe

  Warning: smut, angst, fluff, I guess a bit of toxic masculinity

  Author’s Note: This idea came to me a few days ago and I needed to put it into words. I haven’t had a chance to really finish it for a million different reasons but now it’s out! It's a bit long (so long in fact that when I tried editing it on my phone it said I reached the word limit) and it's a bit all over the place if I'm honest but I had fun writing it so I hope you have fun reading it! Also, I wanted to find a GIF of him where he was just, like, over it but it was almost impossible because Marky doesn't stop smiling! Anyway, hope you enjoy a little bit of smutty Marky in your lives! Stay Golden loves! <3

  P.S. The ‘w’ in Swennen is pronounced like a ‘v.’ I thought about spelling it that way but I couldn’t bring myself to do it lol, so I thought I’d add a note instead!

  P.P.S. I was listening to Doja Cat’s Kiss Me More for the entirety of me writing this thing so I had to name it that. Hopefully the vibe comes across?

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xx

 “You. Me. Belgium. This summer. Tomorrowland. Yes or no?” your friend, Niels, texted you somewhat out of the blue, taking you by surprise when you saw his name pop up on your screen

  “I don’t know, Niels,” you replied, frowning to yourself, as you sat at your desk waiting for Jake to come pick you up for lunch, “I’m a grown-up now. With work and responsibilities.”

  “You? A grown-up?” he sent back jokingly

  “I know, it’s strange right?”

  “It’s impossible is what it is. Just come. We’ll have so much fun, just like we used to.” You met Niels nearly six years ago in Belgium when you were both camping at a Rock Festival near Leuven, where he lived, and the two of your groups got so close that he offered for your group to stay at his place for a couple days while you planned your next move; you and your friends couldn’t decide between Amsterdam and Paris. You ended up staying with Niels for a week, meeting his parents when they came over for dinners, trying to out-drink them during nights out and, generally, just becoming part of the family. So, it was no surprise that he didn’t see you as having a boring desk job or the ability to just take off for a week of festival life.

  “Give me a couple of days to see if I can sort something out with work” you sent back

  “So that’s a yes”

  “It’s a maybe.” You shook your head, setting your phone down as you researched the festival and compared it to your schedule for that time

  “Hey!” Jake said as he glided into the room, “whatcha doin’?”

  “Hey,” you replied with a smile, “what are your thoughts on Tomorrowland?”

  “Like the movie?” he asked and you scrunched your eyes together

  “The mo-- No, the festival”

  “What about it?”

  “What do you think about it?”

  “I don’t know, I’ve never been...”

  “Would you go?”

  “Maybe. I guess I could pop over to Sweden after the festival, say hi to my family...”

  “Sure...” you smirked

  “Do you wanna go?”

  “I don’t know. My friend invited me and I haven’t seen him in years”

  “Him?” he asked

  “Yeah,” you replied, not hearing the inflection in his question, “we met at Rock Werchter like 6 years ago and then we just kept hanging out. We’ve stayed in touch all these years and he keeps trying to get me to come back to Belgium but there’s never been a good time...”

  "Did you guys date?" he asked almost in a whisper

  "No," you scoffed with a smile, "but I did have a big crush on him. Thought about hitting on him once or twice but I wasn't the one he had 'eyes' for," you giggled, "Miranda was who he really wanted"

  "Well he's an idiot" he added, sitting down in the chair in front of your desk as he waited for you to be ready to leave

  "You never answered the question" you added, grabbing your coat as you began walking out of your office, Jake jumping up to follow close behind, his long legs reaching you instantly

  "What question?"

  "Would you go to Tomorrowland?"

  "With you and your crush?" he scoffed, starting to shake your head

  "And Miranda and Benji and Evan and Cathy and other people. Just a bunch of friends" you interjected

  "When?"

  "Like the end of July? But we could go earlier and do some travelling..." you asked

  "I should probably be training then..." he hummed, pursing his lips back and forth

  "Should be doesn't mean have to be..." you smiled, leaning against his arm to bring your face closer to his

  "Fine. I can make it work," he caved, grinning widely, "if you can"

  "Of course I can, I'm the one who asked!" you laughed, dropping down to continue to walk straight, toward Stephen Ave, for lunch

  "You're the one with the job"

  "You have a job too..." you said, furrowing your brow, "I mean, we're adults. We all have jobs..."

  "My job isn't as... structured as yours" he chuckled

  "Structured?" you asked, "you mean boring"

  "I mean you have to ask for a vacation like two months in advance. I have the luxury of taking off in the summer, no questions asked"

  "You have the luxury of somethin' alright," you said under your breath. When you walked into the restaurant, you led Jake to the back of the restaurant so he wouldn't get recognized as often.

  "This place is so loud!" he yelled over the music of El Furniture, it was part of the reason you brought him there. They always blasted the music so loud that you couldn't have a simple conversation without leaning in. You weren't sure why they did it but you knew that the loud music would stop people from coming up to the two of you to ask for autographs or selfies. "How are we supposed to have a conversation in here?" he continued to yell

  "We'll manage!" you yelled back with a smile, taking a seat at a booth before he tucked himself in across from you. It was about 10 minutes later that the restaurant started to fill up and your server came to take your order

  "Can I start you off with some drinks?" she asked

  "I'm gonna try this Virgin Peach Fuzz drink," you laughed, "I have to go back to work after this"

  "This menu is tiny," Jake said, confused, as he stared at the piece of paper, "Is there really no steak?"

  "No, sorry," the server said, her eyes growing wide when Jake finally lifted his head and she was able to see who he was. You noticed her try to compose herself before she gave him options, shifting to his side to, seemingly, be as close to him as possible. "The Beef Dip is really good or the Mac and Cheese"

  "Ooh, Mac and Cheese," he lifted his eyebrows and looked over you as you smiled in response before shaking your head, "where's that?" he asked, looking back at the menu to search for it

  "Riiight.. here" the server said as she found it, leaning over his shoulder slightly, smiling when he looked up and thanked her, her reaction making you giggle to yourself. You listened to him mumble the description to himself and the server finally looked over at you, the two of you smiling awkwardly at each other.

  "Yeah, I want that. That sounds delicious"

  "Sure, one Warehouse Mac and Cheese," she smiled, "and for you?" she asked politely

  "I'm just gonna do the Tao Bowl" you said with a smile

  "Great choice!" she said, running off to the kitchen

  "She was super helpful," he said with his signature smile, his dimples ever-present

  "You know she's going back to the kitchen staff and telling them that 'Jacob Markström is here' right?" you scoffed

  "She didn't ask if I wanted a drink" he answered dismissively and you shook your head to yourself

  "Hi, sorry," the server came back with two glasses of water, "I realized, I didn't ask for your drink order"

  "No problem," he smiled politely, "I'm gonna try a Peach Fuzz as well"

  "Absolutely. They're delicious" she giggled before walking away, only to return 20 minutes later with your orders. When Jake got up to go to the washroom, the server quickly came to your table and you thought she was just gonna drop off the receipt but she just started to gush at you

  "That's actually Jacob Markström right?" she started and you smirked to yourself before nodding in response, "he is soooo handsome"

  "I guess he's not bad" you joked

  "Do you know if he's single?"

  "Jake? He is, not sure he's looking for anything right now though" you fibbed. It wasn't untrue but you were pretty sure this girl wasn't looking for anything either; nothing more than one night

  "That's fine" she smiled, confirming your suspicion just before Jake came back to the booth. "How was everything?"

  "Delicious" he replied

  "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it!"

  "And the vibe here is really cool" he added

  "Thanks" she cooed, placing the bill in the centre of the table. You went to grab the receipt but she moved it closer to Jake, leading you to tilt your head in confusion when it hit you she wrote her phone number on that god damn bill didn't she?' "I hope you have a great rest of the day"

  "Thank you, you too!"

  "Jake" you huffed

  "Such great service, we should come here more often"

  "Jake" you scoffed

  "What?"

  "Look at the bill..."

  "Wow, you're really that much in a hurry to get back to work?" he asked, eventually seeing what you knew had to be there, "oh..."

  "Oh" you returned, raising your eyebrows as you rolled your eyes

  "That's nice and all but I'm not gonna call her..."

  "What?" you said, genuinely shocked. You looked back at her, she was beautiful with a few visible tattoos but a great smile; for what the two of them would be getting, it seemed like a done deal and you had no idea why he would pass that up. "Why not?"

  "I'm just not interested..."

  "Okay, well.. I..." you stammered, "I don't get it..."

  "Tomorrowland," he interrupted your thought before you could get it out any further, furrowing your brow at his words, "do we need to buy camping tickets? Or do you wanna stay at a hotel?"

xx

  Getting the time off was easier than expected and everything was pretty much set months before you even asked. Jake and you had argued for weeks about where to camp; you wanted to be on the grounds, near the excitement, he wanted a personal shower. You said Camp2Camp was a good option but he continued to argue for bigger places before eventually agreeing that the Mansion and Terra Solis Areas were too fancy for this kind of thing.

  "There's a bunch of options for the Montagoe Area," he argued, "if we get one of each, there's enough for 14 people. That's gotta be more than enough"

  "Jake, do you know how much those cost?" you groaned, pacing around your apartment one afternoon, "like $7000. How are we supposed to split that?"

  "There's flight packages! I looked" he tried

  "I don't see why you want to go all out like that for camping," you scoffed, "especially when I practically had to beg you to go in the first place..."

  "(Y/N), come on. We're gonna be there for like two weeks right? It's two weekends. So--"

  "I think we have to book the weekends separately," you interrupted, "as in we'd have to pay twice"

  "Not if we stay at your friend's place for the second week..."

  "And commute 2 hours each day?"

  "So you suggest what? we only go for one weekend?"

  "No, I suggest we go for both weekends but just go to the one campground, the cheap one. Jake, we're not even gonna be in the tent very much and it's still nearly $3000 for that"

  "We can go to both weekends and still be in the Montagoe Area..." he whined, "I just really want my own shower"

  "I'm sure there's a lake you can clean yourself off in"

  "You're telling me, you don't want to have your own shower?"

  "For four days? I think I can manage..."

  "You're lying." The conversation persisted for another week or so before you got him to agree to the regular campground and, after that, everything was taken care of easily. By the time it was time to pack, you had to figure out how to get two weeks' worth of outfits into a single carry-on, "why don't you just take a bigger bag?"

  "If I take a bigger bag, I'll fill that bag until I can't fit anymore," you explained, "and then it'll be a full 50 pounds. Then, I'll have to carry it to the campground, wherever our tent is and then back to the bus to leave the campground..."

  "Okay, fine. Well..." he huffed, "you want to be comfortable right? Pack one pair of jeans and like... dresses"

  "Dresses?" you questioned

  "She needs at least two kinda crazy outfits. LIKE A TUTU!" Miranda exclaimed, "you should absolutely bring a tutu"

  "I think just some cut-off short shorts are perfect," Benji added, "with a cute little bra top. Show off the girls. You don't need a tutu..."

  "You know that button-front dress that you used to have?" Cathy asked as she searched through your dressers and you shrugged at Jake who was just standing back waiting for some silence, "that one was super cute and it looked great on you. Plus, if you brought it and didn't wear it, then I could wear it. Where is it?"

  "No, absolutely not," you scoffed, "I'm not packing things that you guys would wear if I didn't wear it. No, not happening" Jake sat down and began rubbing his temples

  "I hate that Elias wouldn't come" you heard him whisper to himself

  "I'll wear a tutu if you guys can convince Marky to wear one," you said, trying to make him laugh a little while you continued to pack. He was adamant that you sit next to him on the plane

  "It's not like I don't like your friends," he whispered to you, "but I know you more..."

  "I'll switch seats" you rolled your eyes, squeezing his arm reassuringly. It was a long flight and you fell asleep on his shoulder a few times, apologizing each time you woke up, but when the plane finally landed you were ready to start the trip.

  "CORNELIUS!" you exclaimed when you saw your friend waiting for you, hugging him tightly as the group behind you carried the bags toward you

  "YOU MADE IT!" he called back, picking you up as he tightened the hug, putting you down when he noticed your friends

  "Oh, sorry. Guys, this is Niels," you introduced, "Niels, this is Jake, Benji, Evan, Cathy and you remember Miranda"

  "Hey" they all greeted tiredly

  "Nice to meet you. Miranda, good to see you again. Are we gonna see Amy and John?" he smiled

  "No," Miranda answered, "they said EDM really wasn't their thing..."

  "Oh well," Niels replied, moving on from the topic as soon as it started, "the jet lag will wear off in a bit but I thought we'd drop off your stuff at my place and then go get some lunch"

  "I could eat" Benji perked up at the mention of food

  "I'm in if there are drinks" Evan added

  "It's like 10am, you can't drink!" Cathy whispered as you fell back, letting Miranda catch up with them

  "You okay?" you asked Jake and he smiled weakly

  "So, that's him huh?" he said and you furrowed your brow, "the guy you had a crush on and who you got so close to?"

  "Yes," you chuckled, "that's Niels. I told you he was letting us stay with him for a couple days before we go to the grounds... didn't I?"

  "Yeah, you did," he said quietly, not really looking at you so you had to maneuver your head so he would look you in the eyes, "I just didn't expect... that"

  "The hug?"

  "You made it seem like he was into Miranda..."

  "I mean, back then yeah for sure"

  "And now he's into you?"

  "What?" you scoffed uncomfortably as the two of you continued walking, "because of a hug you think he's into me?"

  "Oh come on," he scoffed, finally stopping so he could talk to you, "you can't say that this isn't exactly what you wanted"

  "Where is this coming from?" you asked, confused at his sudden change in demeanour

  "I'm sorry," he sighed, "I'm just tired because of the jet lag..."

  "Wait," you stopped him from walking past you, "are you sure? I don't want to go any further if something is really bothering you" you could see him thinking about his answer for a second before he gave you a laboured smile

  "I'm sure. Let's go."

xx

Jake's P.O.V

  "You can't tell her yet," you said to Cathy, Benji, Evan, and Miranda, "just let me break it to her. She'll be pissed and I can take that..."

  "She should know though, like now," Evan said, "don't you think?"

  "Just give her a couple of minutes with her friends..." you said, looking at her laughing with Niels and his friends around the kitchen table. You weren't really sure why she liked Niels all those years ago but you wouldn't be surprised if those feelings resurfaced when you were here. It was starting to look like they already were

  "Who wants to play a game?" Niels asked, walking over to the five of you, his friends and (Y/N) following behind, sitting down next to you with her smile still stretched across her face.

  “Sure, what’s the game?” you asked

  “Truth or Dare” one of the guys said before introducing himself, “Sorry, we should probably introduce ourselves. I’m Michiel, this is Swennen and Tom”

  “Nice to meet you,” you said, looking at Niels who seemed to be watching your reaction, “alright let’s play this game...” You were surprised that everything was so tame. Truth: have you ever gone skinny dipping? Dare: I dare you to sit on someone’s lap for the rest of the game. Dare: take a shot every time someone doesn’t finish their turn. Nothing like you expected it was going to be, so much so that you and (Y/N) had started taking shots whenever someone would switch between a truth and a dare

  “Alright, Niels,” Miranda asked the blonde who sat across from (Y/N) as he took a sip of his beer, “truth or dare?”

  “Dare” he smirked, catching a glimpse of (Y/N) as she smiled in return before his gaze turned to you, just for an instant, and you swore you saw him plotting something.

  “I dare you to kiss someone in this circle,” Miranda finally asked, “anyone.” You unintentionally glared at her and she shrugged in your direction. Niels looked around the circle, jokingly pointing at Cathy for a second before he made his way to (Y/N) who hadn’t really been paying attention so she was surprised when he appeared in front of her face

  “Hi” she whispered with a giggle

  “Hi” he whispered back

  “Whatcha doin’?” she asked

  “Close your eyes” he said and she obliged. He slowly kissed her and, you could see, she hesitated kissing him back; Niels opened his eyes once, catching your eye, earning a scoff from you and the two of them broke the kiss. She cleared her throat and he smirked, seemingly, at your response.

  “Everything okay?” she whispered to you and you nodded, letting her take her turn, “Swennen, truth or dare?”

  “Truth” he said proudly

  “Do you remember kissing me in Budapest?” she asked, laughing when the group gasped

  “I do, actually,” he replied and she seemed shocked, “I remember you weren’t that into it though”

  “It was a little too public for me. I mean Miranda and Tom were right next to us making out and it felt like it was going in the direction of an orgy”

  “And that’s not really her style” Miranda added with a laugh

  “It’s not like you were a bad kisser,” (Y/N) chuckled, “it was just a weird situation and I... wanted out of it”

  “Alright, let’s move on!” he laughed, helping her get out of the uncomfortable situation she’d put herself in as she dropped her head to her hand. Once everyone had their turn, the topic moved to where everyone was staying at the festival. Benji and Miranda looked at you as if to say, are you gonna tell the truth before she says something?

  “We’re staying on th--”

  “We got a couple of Cabana’s and Ensuites in the Montagoe area” you interrupted

  “What? No.. no we didn’t. We’re staying on the campground” she answered, confused

  “I wanted it to be a surprise but we were able to get a few and I just thought it would be more comfortable”

  “I don’t understand... how did you get them to split the cost?” she asked

  “They didn’t...” you sighed and she shook her head, “I paid.. for them..”

  “Jake...” she scoffed, “why did you do that?”

  “I just told you,” you laughed, “they were available and they’ll be more comfortable”

  “You shouldn’t have done that”

  “Well.. we can’t change it now” you whispered

  “It’ll be nice to live in luxury for a bit” Benji joked before moving on to a different topic.

  “(Y/N)...” you called after her as she stormed away from the circle, “(Y/N) stop! I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you when I did it but I thought it would be a nice surprise”

  “I told you not to” she said

  “Why is it such a bad thing?” you questioned

  “It’s just so god damn expensive and I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything” she confessed

  “Why would you owe me? Think of it as a gift”

  “This is the most expensive gift that I’ll ever get and that’s a lot of pressure on me” she laughed

  “Think about it,” you tried, “we can all switch cabins and see whose is best. It’ll be ours obviously but we--”

  “Ours?” she asked suddenly, “you think we’ll be staying together?”

  “Well... yeah?”

  “That’s presumptuous” she laughed

  “I just thought that since I know you the best that it makes the most sense”

  “Alright but don’t try anything” she said. The next day you made your way to the festival, finding your accommodations and dropping your bags

  “So, what do you think?” you asked

  “It’s nice” she admitted

  “So you’re happy with it?”

  “Not with the price but yeah, I like it so I’m happy” she smiled. The 10 of you made your way around the grounds, exploring what you could see and meeting people along the way before you eventually got to the main stage, Evan and Benji stopping on the bridge to read the messages along the way while the girls kept taking selfies, pulling you in for a few; It took you nearly 20 minutes to cross this 650 metre bridge. You caught yourself watching (Y/N) as she skipped through the park, her smile shining as bright as the sun and you had to force yourself to look away before she saw you staring. You hadn’t even realized that Cathy had fallen back and was now at your side

  “You like her huh?” she asked

  “What?” you said dumbly

  “Come on,” she smiled, “I see the way you look at (Y/N). Do you love her?”

  “I.. I have no idea what you’re talking about” you tried evading the question before noticing Niels and his friend swarm (Y/N) and Miranda

  “Look, I think you guys are adorable. Seriously,” she admitted, “I’m rooting for you but--”

  “But she’s not into me” you interrupted

  “Oh she is,” she said, catching you off guard, “but she thinks you could never like her like that. She thinks all you want is to be friends...”

  “She said that?” you asked

  “Can you blame her?” she said, “you’ve never made a move...”

  “I did make a move though,” you confessed, “we’re staying in a cabin together. Small space...”

  “That’s cute,” she cooed, “and it’s a start, I guess...”

  “What about this guy?” you gestured to Niels who was impossibly close to (Y/N) as they walked in front of you, “isn’t she like in love with him?”

  “She told me that she had a crush on him when they first met and when he invited all of them to stay with him and these guys. Nothing ever come of it though, other than a friendship. She was so consumed with being perfect so he would look at her like that, that she couldn’t relax and she didn’t really have any meaningful conversations with him. That is, until they weren’t around each other. I guess once they left Belgium, her and Niels talked all the time. She shared pictures, he gave advice on where to go and they’ve been friends ever since. She’s not in love with him”

  “How do you know?” you asked

  “Because I know her. If anything, she just wants someone to see her. To look at her the way they look at Miranda...” she said and you furrowed your brow. What was that supposed to mean? you thought to yourself, “she wants to feel like someone wants her... and if she can get Niels to be interested in her as more than a friend then maybe she’ll finally feel like she’s good enough”

  “I don’t get it”

  “I know it’s insane right? She’s beautiful inside and out and I hate that she can’t see that. That she feels she needs some guys’ approval” she exclaimed

  “I don’t--” you started but were soon interrupted by (Y/N) calling back to you

  “JAKE!” she yelled, turning around quickly so her long hair whipped Niels in the face and you laughed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK THERE?”

  “What’s up?” you called in response and Cathy moved up into the group as (Y/N) fell back to your side

  “I don’t wanna walk anymore” she laughed

  “We’ve been walking for like 10 minutes,” you scoffed playfully, “are you really already that tired?”

  “No...” she smiled eagerly, “I just would rather get a piggyback ride from you”

  “Alright,” you couldn’t help but smile back, stopping and bending just enough for her to jump on your back, “let’s do this thing!” She laughed in your ear as you sped through the crowd, her arms tightening across your chest as she tried not to fall off

  “Slow down!” she giggled and you agreed, turning around to see where the rest of the group was and if you were out of ear shot

  “Can I ask you a question?” you said, turning your head slightly to look at her and she nodded, “how was the kiss?”

  “The kiss?” she replied, “you mean the truth or dare kiss?”

  “Yeah.. is it everything you thought it would be?” you replied, laughing uncomfortably

  “It was weird. I could feel his eyes were open and it was so... public. I don’t know that I have a problem with PDA but that just felt very voyeuristic. Like all of you were watching us and it just made me feel gross”

  “I’m sorry” you said

  “Why?” she chuckled, “it’s not your fault. You didn’t dare him to kiss me”

  “I know but I don’t like that you were uncomfortable” you felt her tighten her arms around you once to give you a hug before she laid a quick kiss to your cheek

  “I know you don’t” she said

  “Watch him though okay?” you replied even though you knew you probably shouldn’t

  “What?”

  “I don’t think his intentions are as pure as you might think...”

  “Come on, Jake, I--”

  “Just trust me, please?” you interrupted her, putting her down gently before the rest of the group finally caught up, the two of you left staring at each other as they circled you

  “Wow, those long legs of yours get you from place to place quickly” Miranda laughed, breaking the tension between you and (Y/N)

  “That’s why I have them” you joked with a smile, turning to continue walking as (Y/N) fell back between Evan and Cathy; her eyes still fresh in your memory even when you couldn’t see them.

xx

  During the opening ceremony, you kept thinking about what Jake had said. That Niels’ intentions weren’t pure and that you should watch him. You always trusted Jake but you couldn’t see why he would think that Niels would be anything other than a friend, like he’d always been. You found yourself watching the two of them, as they stood next to each other during whoever was on stage, and noticed Niels say something to Jake that made him tense his shoulders. Niels looked back to find you, smiling at you and whispering something else to Jake before walking over to you, taking your hand to spin you around. You wanted to make sure Jake was okay but Niels was doing his best to keep your attention on him and it worked. The spins and the dips kept you laughing but it wasn’t until Miranda got close that Niels seem to lose interest. Dropping his hands from you and moving his body close to hers, Tom and Swennen seemed to pick up where he left off; spinning into you and bumping your hips with theirs, earning a giggle and a smile from you.

  “I heard there’s a party tonight” Swennen said

  “Isn’t this the party?” you laughed, yelling slightly so he could hear you over the music before spinning you around to face Tom

  “No, like an after-party,” Tom added, “at our campground”

  “Are we even allowed on there?” you asked, not knowing the rules and never having been one to break the rules

  “Of course! It’s just gonna be some people dancing to really loud music while getting very very drunk before they pass out and do it all again the next day” Tom joked but he wasn’t wrong. The whole weekend was gonna be people doing that exact thing and you couldn’t imagine having a full day of music and dancing only to exhaust yourself dancing in an empty field with strangers; though the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to join in

  “You should come,” Michiel added, popping up beside you, “all of you. There’s always room for more”

  “Sure!” you answered for the group. Before long, the 10 of you were in an open space with, what seemed like, 500 people who were body to body with each other; dancing and singing to the music that was blaring across the space. You fell back to where Jake was, telling him that this was more than you expected, “we can leave anytime, just say the word” you laughed

  “Watch for my signal” he teased. When you noticed Jake begin to dance with everyone you were able to let loose, not realizing that you were so worried about him.

  “Having fun?” Niels asked as he crept up behind you, placing his hands on your waist and you suddenly felt all of your breath leave your body. You had imagined for so long what it would feel like for him to touch you like this and, while you were distracted from the feeling of his hands on your sides, his lips were grazing your neck, “so is it true?” he asked and you furrowed your brow, letting your hips sway with his

  “Is what true?” you returned, looking for Jake in the crowd

  “You had a crush on me,” he said, “when we first met?”

  “I..” you scoffed, smiling to yourself, “yeah, sure. I thought you were cute”

  “I knew it” he whispered, finally placing a kiss behind your ear and you giggled at the feeling

  “Everything okay?” Jake said, appearing almost out of nowhere

  “Jake.. where d--”

  “Yeah, everything is fine, Jacob. You can go back to what you were doing and let us get back to what we were doing” Niels interrupted

  “I wasn’t asking you” he said, pulling Niels away from you and the two of them puffed their chests. You’d never actually seen anyone do that before, you thought it was just a figure of speech. But there they were, two grown men puffing their chests up in front of each other.

  “Guys, stop. Jake...” you sighed but neither of them looked at you

  “She’s fine, Jakey” Niels teased and you could feel that he was getting under Jake’s skin when he took a step closer to Niels.

  “Fuck, he’s tall...” Benji gasped from beside you when he saw how easily Jake towered over Niels

  “Where the hell did you come from?” you scoffed

  “Over there” he gestured vaguely and you just shook your head before continuing to watch Jake and Niels

  “(Y/N)?” Jake called to you, still not looking away from Niels

  “Yeah?” you replied

  “She’s fine, we were dancing that’s it,” Niels interjected, finally pushing Jake away from him, “what are you gonna do about it?” Jake tilted his head back, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and letting out a scoff

  “Don’t touch me” he growled

  “Or what?” Niels taunted, trying to look as tall as possible, “you really gonna start something in front of everyone here?” he pushed him again and you noticed Jake tense his jaw, trying to keep calm

  “Jake...” you whispered to yourself

  “You think he’ll punch him?” Benji asked and you huffed in response

  “I said, don’t touch me” Jake answered, crowding Niels’ space before eventually dropping his forehead to touch his

  “Or you think they’re gonna kiss?” Benji added, smirking at the idea

  “Back the fuck off me” Niels said, pushing Jake away one more time

  “Guess not” Benji sighed before gasping at Niels attempt to hit Jake, who had leaned back so Niels’ fist wouldn’t connect with him

  “JAKE DON’T!” you yelled when you saw him ball up his fist, looking at you before angrily walking away and you chased after him, only to be stopped by Niels’ hand gripping your arm. “Hey!” you groaned

  “Why are you chasing after him? This is what you wanted, after all these years, isn’t it?” he said, his speech becoming more and more slurred

  “Ugh, stop” you said, pushing him away and hoping you could catch up with Jake. “JAKE! WAIT! Stop! My legs can’t go that fast!” he stopped but didn’t turn around for you. When you finally reached his side, he continued walking without saying anything, “Jake?” you said, hoping he’d look at you or say something but he was still silent, he directed you up the stairs to your cabin and pushed the sliding door open for you. This was the strangest you’d felt with Jake since you met him and you’d never seen him this angry before; you weren’t sure what to do with any of it. When he finally got inside, he shut the door and drew the curtains, “Jake, I’m sorry. I didn’t think any of that w--” your words were cut short by him pushing you against the glass door, his hand lightly around your throat and your eyes scrunched together as you waited for him to do something. He leaned down, his lips inches from yours, and his warm breath cascaded across your neck as your eyes found his and danced back and forth until his lips crashed harshly onto yours. He lowered his hand from your throat to your waist, letting his long fingers caress your bare skin while he urged your lips to part with his tongue. You let out a breathless moan when your mouth finally opened and you felt him smile against your lips, so you smiled back, easing back into the kiss before your tongues massaged each others. His hands began to roam across your skin and before long he was kissing down your chest, his big hands clutching your thighs as he kissed your hips, leading you to bite your lip after a whimper escaped your lips

  “Don’t do that,” he whispered, his face appearing in front of yours once more before his hands moved your arms to wrap around his neck, “I wanna hear you,” the intensity of his stare took your breath away and you just wanted him close to you. He kissed your neck as his hands wrapped around the back of each of your thighs, picking you up instantly and you wrapped your legs around his hips before placing your palm on his cheek, bringing his eyes back to yours and slowly kissed his lips, your fingers playing with the hair that was resting on the nape of his neck. He started walking to the bed, setting you down gently as he tried not to break the kiss while his hands roamed your body until they reached fabric, tugging on your top and rushing it over your head, connecting with your lips as soon as he could and you fought to lift his shirt over his head, leading both of you to laugh at the struggle you were having. He took his shirt off, slowly, while you undid the button on your shorts and began to shimmy out of them when he stopped you, bringing your hands back to his shoulders as his own pushed the denim down your legs. You nipped at his neck as his fingers inched closer to your core, leaving you begging for him to go further

  “Mmm,” you whimpered, “please...”

  “What?” he smirked, looking down at you, his fingers almost hovering over your entrance

  “Jake, please” you repeated, digging your nails into his shoulders when the anticipation was too much. He finally pushed one long finger inside you, eliciting a moan louder than you expected, “fuck” your back arching to gain more friction, biting your lip to stop from cursing too much

  “Mmm mmm,” he hummed, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb gently, “I told you, I want to hear you”

  “I want you” you breathed, guiding your hand down to stroke his cock, feeling him harden with each move you made and he began nipping at your jaw as he curved his finger inside you

  “Fuck” he moaned

  “Oh my god,” you returned breathlessly, before whispering into his ear, “fuck me, Jake.” He positioned himself on top of you, leaning on his forearms, to line himself up with your entrance, brushing your hair off your face before placing a kiss on your forehead and pushing himself into you. The two of you moaned in sync before he began to increase his speed, “fuck, oh god,” you moaned before hearing a noise that you couldn’t quite place, “what was that?” you asked and Jake stopped what he was doing to see if he could hear what you were hearing

  “What?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck while he waited

  “I don’t know.. I don’t hear it anymore but it was like a crack” you answered

  “It was probably outside,” he smiled as he kissed behind your ear, “maybe someone’s having a campfire”

  “Maybe” you said, melting into the feeling of his lips on your skin

  “We can stop if you want” he cooed, lifting his head to look at you and you furrowed your brow sympathetically, bringing his lips to yours to kiss him slowly, breaking it just long enough to tell him you didn’t want to stop. When he began rocking into you again, you heard the same noise as earlier before the bed snapped, sending the two of you crashing onto the floor. “Are you okay?!” he exclaimed, pushing the hair out of your face again before you burst into laughter

  “I’m fine,” you giggled, “are you okay?”

  “Me?” he asked, pulling his body back a little bit, “my fat ass is the one who landed on you”

  “Fat ass?” you laughed, throwing your head back at his statement, “are you serious?”

  “I’m the one who broke the bed...”

  “Is that so? Well then I guess it must be true” 

  “I’m sorry!” he laughed

  “Jake,” you laughed, “Jake, I’m kidding. You didn’t break the bed. I just don’t think they accounted for two people in one of the beds. Especially not when one of them is 6′5″. It’s alright, there’s another bed”

  “We don’t want to break that one too...” he said softly, looking at the neatly made mattress while you giggled to yourself and traced your fingers along his chest

  “What do you wanna do, Marky?” you whispered. He raised his eyebrows when he realized that he was still inside of you, chuckling as he looked at you

  “I’m good to go if you are” he smirked

  “Mmm hmm” you nodded in return, eagerly waiting for him to continue. He stopped for a second, making sure he could fully look at you, kissing your forehead, down your nose until he got to your lips; smiling against them before moving his slowly with yours. His thrusts seem to mimic his kiss, slow and deep, while his hand massaged your breast and your hands stationed themselves on his hips; feeling his muscles tense as he moved. He continued to grind into you until you broke the kiss, “Jake,” you moaned his name, “fuck”

  “You feel so good, fuck” he moaned back

  “Fuck, Jake, god you’re so big” you breathed, your hands roaming up his sides, stopping there to dig your nails further into his skin. His hips began to jerk and he began nipping at your collarbone, leading you to move your head to the opposite side to allow him more access to your neck. “Oh god, shit, fuck, fuck me” you panted, your heavy breathing mixing with his before he stifled the sounds with a kiss and his fingers circled your clit

  “Cum for me” he whispered in your ear as he stimulated your nub and thrust into you. You continued to moan into the open space, biting your lip when Jake was too preoccupied to notice

  “Fuck me” you moaned breathlessly, moving your hands up his chest to rest them on his shoulders. He pumped into you twice before reaching his climax, kissing your shoulder as he rolled onto his back

  “Why haven’t we done that until now?” he laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you close to him

  “I don’t know,” you giggled, resting your head on his chest and tracing your finger across his tattoos, “but I think we should keep doing it”

  “I agree” he said, kissing the top of your head

  “I can’t believe you broke the bed” you teased and he poked your side, earning a squeal to escape your lips. “Stop!”

  “Let’s get you off the floor” he said quietly, helping you up and directing you to the bed that wasn’t broken, tucking you in before laying on the ground

  “What are you doing?” you scoffed, playfully

  “I don’t want to break the bed again” he blushed and you took his hand, interlocking your fingers with his

  “I can come back down there then,” you smirked, “I wanna be close to you”

  “Oh you will be,” he laughed, “but don’t worry, we have time for that.” He held onto your hand the entire night, placing small kisses every now and then, squeezing it when you would try to turn and take away your hand.

  “Well isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Miranda cooed when she opened the door to your cabin, finding you and Jake still interlocking fingers and you groaned as you stretched yourself awake

  “We are pretty adorable aren’t we?” Jake added, kissing your shoulder when he sat up and you smiled in return

  “So this is happening then?” Benji asked and the two of you shrugged at each other

  “Yeah” you smirked

  “Yeah” Jake said

  “Finally,” Cathy smiled, “I was always rooting for you. I’m just glad you both finally got around to it. It was driving me nuts”

  “Thanks guys” you scoffed, throwing your legs over the side of the bed

  “What happened to the bed?” Evan asked when he stormed into the cabin, “did you guys have sex?”

  “You missed a whole bunch of stuff” Miranda joked

  “You broke the bed?” Benji said, only now noticing the broken frame

  “Yes” Jake admitted shyly. When they finally left you and Jake to get ready, he tossed you some clothes to wear

  “Is this what I’m supposed to wear?” you chuckled as you held a pair of high waist jeans and a crew neck t-shirt

  “Yeah, why not?” he said, putting on a black t-shirt and walking over to you

  “It’s a little... conservative isn’t it?” you said

  “Well, I don’t want to have to fight with anyone over you anymore” he teased

  “How about this,” you said, pulling him down to kiss his cheek as you made your way to your bag, “I will wear this little dress with this long lace kimono thing. With these giant heels of course -- you know, so I can kiss you”

  “I’ll allow it” he joked, grabbing your waist before you got dressed, kissing you deeply, picking you up and carrying you across the room

  “Thanks” you whispered, getting yourself dressed before he encircled your body in his arms

  “We’re gonna have a lot of fun while we’re here” he said, kissing your neck

  “Are these too tall?” you asked, referring to your heels, turning around to see where your head reached on his body now, giggling when you were still just at his chest.

  “They’re perfect” he smiled, leaning down slightly to peck your lips

  “Good” you smiled back

  “You ready?” he asked and you nodded

  “Yes Sir”

  “Let’s do this then.”

[no-pucks-given]

Since I can't sit still for longer than 5 seconds..

Started the rewrite process of one of my very first imagines. It used to be a 2 part Jacob Markström imagine, pure smut with a tiny bit of plot.

We'll see how it turns out. 😏✌🏻