#slash ‘DNI… if you have a DNI 😏’

[devilat-thedoor]

Hands To Yourself Pt4

Lovers🤍🤍

I should probably plan out my posting better, but i’m just sending them out as they finish. This one hurt me. So sorry in advance for that. but i hope you still enjoy💖

Part 3

Word count: 10.3k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING! SA)18+ Minors DNI, Unprotected Mirror Sex😏, Alcohol Consumption, some angst, some fluff, and Sage being the absolute worst(i’m actually sorry. i hate her as much as you guys do🙃)

Sunday morning was a busy one. You and Jake had spent the evening prior getting the pool ready and cleaning the grill up. Now you stood in your kitchen, still in your pajamas, prepping food for the cookout later and trying to tidy up as best as you could. You were working overtime to keep your mind occupied, trying your damnedest to avoid thinking about that message and picture. Despite his best efforts to assure you that he wasn’t worried about it and that you shouldn’t be either, Jake still knew you were stressed. You were rushing past him through the patio doors, carrying a handful of towels outside, when he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Baby, slow down.” He took the stack of linens from you and placed them on the wooden bench next to the grill. “We have time to get everything done, you don’t need to rush.”

You took the opportunity to bring your arms around him and rest your head on his chest. “I know, I’m sorry.” You muttered the words as he kissed the top of your head. “My anxiety is just through the roof today. I don’t know what’s going on, I just have this weird feeling in my chest…” You closed your eyes, listening to the soft beat of Jake’s heart. A sound that always calms your nerves. “I can’t stop thinking about that picture, Jake. About who sent it.”

“I know, my love.” His hand rubbed small circles on your back. “I don’t want you to keep stressing about it. It’s probably just some weirdo trying to stir up problems for entertainment.”

Before you could respond, a voice echoed inside of the house from behind you. You both turned to look through the open back door to see Josh and Sam tromping through the kitchen. “We brought some booze!” Sam shouted, holding up a case of seltzer in one hand and a case of corona in the other.

“And tequilaaaa!” Josh called after, shaking 2 bottles of the clear liquid, one in each fist. “Where do you want this?”

You pointed towards the cooler sitting by the table without a word and moved past the two brothers standing in the doorway. Stepping back into the air conditioned kitchen, you pulled a knife from the block on the counter and placed it atop the wooden cutting board. You went to the fridge to retrieve the fruit Jake had picked out yesterday after you went to the car. When you closed the refrigerator door, Sammy was standing behind it, eliciting a gasp from you as you jumped. “Jesus, Sam. Don’t do that.” Your tone came out a little more harsh than you meant it and Sam took notice.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” His voice was quiet before he cleared his throat. “Are you okay? You’re not very bubbly today.” He took the strawberries from your hand and carried them to the sink to rinse them.

You let out a soft sigh, and followed him to the sink, standing beside him. “I don’t feel bubbly. I feel anxious.” He took the blueberries from you and handed back a bowl filled with the freshly cleaned strawberries. “Sammy…” You held the bowl, waiting for him to dump the blueberries into it.

He looked down at you as he turned the faucet off, “Yeah?” Your shaky voice caught him off guard, his own voice now laced with concern. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You moved to the island, setting the bowl of berries down and picking up the large watermelon to place on the cutting board. “Do you remember the morning after your birthday party?”

Sam was silent for a few seconds, deep in thought. “Ummm. Yeah, I think so.” He was drying his hands on a dish towel, “When somebody slashed your tire, right? I took you to get a new one and we changed it in front of Daniel’s house.”

“Wait, what?”

His brows creased in confusion, “Oh. Was that not what you were talking about?”

You picked your knife up, slicing into the melon, “No. I mean, yeah but- What makes you say somebody slashed my tire? I thought it was just flat. Like maybe I ran over a nail or something.” You would’ve known if the tire had been purposely sabotaged. Wouldn’t you?

Sam gathered his hair into a loose bun to help you cut the fruit, tossing into the giant bowl on the countertop. “The tip of a blade or razor or something was broken off in the tire, it fell out of the hole when we took it off.” After finishing the strawberries, he grabbed the pineapple that sat in front of him, twisting the head off. “Shit, I thought you saw it too. Why are you worried about this now, anyways? That was months ago.” He let out a chuckle, expecting you to laugh with him, but when he looked at you, your face was even more troubled than when he’d first come into the kitchen. “Y/N, what is it? Is Jake giving you shit about the tire or something?”

You dropped the knife to the board, turning to face him, “Sammy, somebody was watching us out there. Taking pictures of us. Of me.” You pointed your finger at yourself, the panic beginning to set in. “Jake almost had me believing that it was just someone trying to stir up drama, but I think I’m being stalked…” Your knees started to feel weak and you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. “Who would want to do this?” The words were choked leaving your mouth, the crushing feeling in your chest becoming heavier with each inhale.

Sam tried to calm you down, keeping his voice soft as he held your arms in his hands, but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. When you sunk to the kitchen floor, holding your chest as you tried to even out your own breathing, Sammy began to panic as well. “Jake! Jake, you need to get in here!”

It was a split second before your boyfriend was kneeling in front of you, asking you what was wrong. When you couldn’t respond, he snapped to Sam, “What the fuck happened?” He listened as his brother gave a speedy rundown of your conversation. “Okay, Y/N, look at me. Breathe with me, baby.” He took a deep inhale, waiting for you to follow suit before letting the air go. He repeated it over and over until you were able to breathe normally again. “Why don’t we get you a hot shower, Me and the guys will finish up.” You allowed him to help you up from the floor and usher you out of the kitchen. He turned to his brothers, mouthing that he’d be back in a minute.

Once inside the bathroom, Jake closed the door behind him and watched as you stood in front of the mirror, raking your hands through your hair. “Jake, I feel like I’m going crazy. Tell me I’m not going fucking crazy.”

He came up behind you, his hands grabbing your hips and turning you around to face him, “You’re not crazy, love… But something strange is going on.” When he felt your body tense in his hold, he shook his head. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, Y/N. I promise you, I’ll figure it out. Will you just try to relax today?”

You let your head fall back, using Jake’s arms as leverage to keep you from tipping backwards, and stared at the ceiling. “I’m gonna need a lot of help if you want me to relax…” His hands traveled to your ass and you lifted your head to look at him, a slight raise to your eyebrow.

“What kind of help are you thinking of, love?” He gave your ass cheeks a squeeze over your shorts.

Pushing his hands from you, you turned to face the mirror again, “Not now, Jake.” You rolled your eyes at him, pulling your shirt off to prepare for your shower. When your shirt hit the floor, Jake’s hand wrapped around you again, landing flat on your stomach.

He stepped closer, his body pressed against yours, “I think I know just how to get you to relax.” His free hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts to find that you had no panties on. “Tell me to stop and I’ll leave this bathroom right now so you can shower in peace.” His breath was hot on your neck as he whispered to you. He dragged a finger through your folds, surprised at how wet you were.

You felt Jake’s teeth graze your shoulder as his fingers teased you. “Baby, your brothers…” The words tumbled out through a gasp when he added the slightest bit of pressure to your clit. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you gripped the marbled sink in front of you. “Jake…”

His lips were on your ear, “Do you want me to stop?” Jake’s hand traveled lower, his middle finger pushing into your soaked core, drawing a raspy moan from your throat. “Just say the word, love.” His voice was like quicksand, sucking you in and never letting go.

“Please don’t stop.” You breathed out, rolling your hips with the rhythm of his hand. He sunk a second finger into you, the heel of his palm keeping a delicious amount of pressure on your aching clit. “Oh fuuuuck, Jake…” Your words were drawn out, whimpers cascading from your mouth.

Jake was grinding into you from behind, trying to get a bit of relief for himself. “You make prettier sounds than my guitar when I play you, sweet girl.” He cooed in your ear and you could feel his smirk on your skin, “Look at how beautiful you are in my hands. Look at you.”

LIfting your head, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Jake’s chin rested on your shoulder and you let your eyes connect with his. Your mouth was hung open as your breath left in huffs. His gaze alone was leading you right to your tipping point. “Wanna feel you, baby.” You grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from moving inside of you. “I wanna watch you make me cum.” Jake had successfully made sure that he was the only thought in your head.

He removed his hand from your shorts and yanked them down, letting them pool around your ankles. “Can’t be too loud, love.” He pushed you to bend over the sink then and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. “You gonna be good and keep quiet for me?”

You could feel the head of his dick brushing through your wet folds. “Yes, Jake, I’ll be quiet, baby.” Just as your eyes met his in the mirror again, he buried himself into you. You bit down on your lip to stifle the groan that wanted to escape. Jake drew out of you, almost fully. His palm cracked over your ass, forcing a ripple across the plush flesh. He brought his hand up to grab your shoulder before filling you back up. His cock was hitting the perfect spot with every deep stroke and you couldn’t hold it together anymore. A long whine slipped through your lips, growing in octaves with each passing second.

Jake’s hand left your shoulder to clamp over your mouth. “Hush, pretty girl.” His index and middle finger hooked into your mouth, pressing on your tongue as you closed your lips on them, “Don’t want my brothers to hear you getting fucked like this. Bent over, taking my cock like the good girl you are.” His voice was a mere whisper as his other hand traveled from your hip to rub lazy swirls on your aching clit. You could tell he was fighting his release by the way he slowed his hips, trying to get you there first. You sucked hard on his fingers and when he hit you with an impossibly deep thrust, you squeezed your thighs together, unintentionally biting down on his fingers as your pussy clenched around him. “Ow! Fuck, Y/N.” He ripped his hand from your mouth, giving it a shake before grabbing you by your hair, yanking it until your back was flat against him. “We’re biting now?” You caught his reflection in the mirror, a devious glint in eye.

His hips snapped into you harshly and you were wound so tight, ready to burst at any moment. The hand that was tangled in your hair left, finding its way to your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. “Jesus, I- Shit. Jake, I’m gonna-.” Your eyes screwed shut so tight, you feared they may never open again. You faintly heard Jake mumble to open your eyes, but through the fog in your brain, you couldn’t comply. “Ahh.” You hissed out. Your eyes shot open at the sudden sting you felt radiate through your shoulder, to see Jake, his teeth latched onto your skin.

He chomped hard, you were sure the imprint would be there for days. His tongue darted out to soothe over the area. “I told you to open your eyes.” The arrogance in his voice coupled with the drag of his hot tongue over your bruising flesh is what did it for you. Jake’s eye met yours in the mirror, he could feel you tighten around him like a vice grip. “C’mon, love. Let me have it.” And you did. You gave him every bit of you as your pussy fluttered around him, soaking him in your release. “Shit…” His teeth were clenched, watching your jaw hang open with no sound coming out, your brows pulled together in pure ecstasy. “Such a good girl, so fucking beautiful.” His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he emptied inside of you, his shallow breaths fanning down your back. When he slipped himself out of you, your legs shook, threatening to fold beneath you. Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you steady while you regained some shred of composure. “You okay, baby?” His words were muffled against your skin.

You gave a quiet hum and a nod, “Better than okay.” Turning around, you draped your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours. “I love you so fucking much, Jacob Kiszka. You know that, right?” You looked at him, admiring all the details of his face that you don’t spend enough time appreciating. His big eyes, the color of fresh coffee, shrouded by his dark lashes. The strong, sharp angle of his jaw and the small divot at the point of his chin. Your fingertips brushed over his lips as his smile formed. That smile… Beaming and wide, a display of perfect white teeth, framed by the prominent cupid’s bow of his heart-shaped lips. It made the apples of his cheeks swell, his shallow dimples making their appearance. Your index finger moved to his nose, your favorite part of his face, tracing along the bridge of it.

Jake playfully nipped at your finger, causing a giggle to bubble from your mouth. “I love you so much more, my beautiful girl.” He cupped your face, pulling you in for another kiss. “Get a shower, I’m gonna go put the guys to work on getting everything ready.” He let go of you then, heading for the door. Just as he twisted the knob, he turned back to face you. “You know they probably heard you…” He had that devious smirk on his lips again, slipping through the door and closing it before you could say a thing.

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You sat on the floor of your closet, a towel wrapped around your wet body. You were digging through your tote of bathing suits, trying to decide on which one to wear for the day. Jake’s voice called from the hallway outside of the bedroom, “Hey, babe. Are you dressed? Odessa is looking for you.” He came into view, standing in the closet doorway, watching you sift through the tote. “Wear this one, this is my favorite.” He picked up the plain black bikini top and quickly found the bottoms to match it. It was definitely one of the skimpier ones you owned. Thong bottoms and cups that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Snatching the garments from him, you threw them back into the bin. “I’m not wearing that in front of our guests, Jake.” You scolded him as he chuckled under his breath. “Go away, you’re no help.” You playfully shooed him with your hands, calling after he was exiting the bedroom, “And send Dess in here!”

A few minutes later, Odessa came into the room. “Y/N? You in here, hun?”

“In the closet!” You called back, “Come help me pick out a swimsuit!”

You greeted her with a bright smile as she entered the closet, but it faltered when you saw Sage standing behind her. You tried quickly to recover your smile, but Sage had already noticed. “Hey. I hope it’s okay that I came…” She twirled the ends of hair as though she was nervous. “Dess had mentioned that you guys were having a cookout today… So, I figured- I just thought-” You stared at her as she stammered through her words, “If I’m crashing, I can go…”

Odessa looked back and forth between you and Sage, trying to decipher what was going on. When she raised her eyebrows at you, a questioning look, you did everything you could to avoid having to answer it. “Uhh, no. No it’s fine, Sage.” You shook your head, looking up at her. “I just didn’t know you were coming. But you’re more than welcome to stay, we’re happy to have you.” There was an awkward tension between the two of you and you weren’t entirely sure if you were the only one that felt it. She gave a small smile and a nod, dropping her eyes to the floor.

“Okay, so you need a bikini!” Odessa clapped her hands, sitting on the floor beside you. “Who owns this many swimsuits???” She dug her hands into the tote, pulling out handfuls of the spandex material.

You laughed at her shocked expression, “Gotta have one for every occasion.” Pulling out a few options, you laid them out on the floor. Different colors and patterns adorning each one. “These are the safest bets.”

She looked over the display, “What do you mean safest bets?”

“The ones that cover the most, I suppose?” You shrugged, “Don’t wanna show my goodies off to the boys, yanno?”

“Oh, come on.” Odessa scoffed. “Screw the boys, you’re hot. Fucking flaunt it, babe!” Her eyes landed on something in the tote and she dug for it, finally pulling it out and holding it up. “Y/N, you have to wear this one!” She shoved it in your hands.

You held it up, examining it. It was an underwire bikini top with a black gingham print. The fabric of the cups stopped about two inches from where the wire met in between them. It still covered more than the one Jake had tried to choose, but not very much more. “I don’t know, Dess. If I remember correctly…” You paused, digging for the matching bottoms in the bin, yanking it free from the tangles of all the other articles. “Yep. There’s essentially no coverage for my ass.” You showcased the bottoms to her. Not quite a thong, but the way your hips and ass would fit into it, it may as well be.

She pushed your shoulder lightly, “Who cares? Sage, wouldn’t she look so good in this one?” She looked up at her friend who was still standing in the closet doorway.

“Definitely… You should wear that one, I’m sure Jake would love it…” She gave a forced smile, but you could hear the disinterest in her voice.

Looking back to Odessa, you gave in. “You know what, fuck it.” You stood up and pulled the bottoms on under your towel. Once they were situated comfortably, you pulled the towel off and slid the top on, adjusting the cups so your breasts fit inside of them. “Dess, can you tighten the straps a little?”

“Yeah, of course.” She stood up as well, moving behind you to carry out your request. She finished one side and you gathered your hair to move it so she could get the other side. “What the fuck…” Her finger grazed over a spot on your shoulder, “Babe, what kind shit are you and Jake into?”

When you turned to look at her, she was gawking in amusement. “What do you me-” You tried to tilt your head to see what she was referring to, catching a glimpse of the deep bite mark, still present in your skin. “Fuck…” Instinctively, your hand shot up to cover it, a bright pink tint creeping over your face. You could feel the indents under your fingertips. “I guess it can get a little out of hand sometimes.”

Odessa erupted into a fit of laughter, “You guys are kinky! I like it.” You couldn’t help but laugh with her, the both of you cackling in the small space. Once your laughter died down, you noticed that Sage was gone. “Where did she go?” Odessa asked, pointing behind her to where Sage had been standing moments prior.

“No idea.” You offered a shrug and turned to pull a pair of denim shorts from the shelf above your head. You slipped the shorts on and straightened up, “Let’s go, babe.” You grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the room with you, making your way through the house. You could hear everyone’s voices coming from out on the patio mixed with the notes of the guitar solo from Hotel California by the Eagles.

Odessa stepped out the backdoor before you, announcing her presence as she yelled, “Guys, Y/N and Jake have super kinky sex and bite each other!” Her laugh bubbling out before she even finished the sentence. “Look at her shoulder!”

“Odessa!” You covered your face with your hands as everyone’s eyes fell on you.

Josh piped up from his seat to your left, “Believe me, we heard already…”

Your eyes flashed to Jake over the grill, the arrogant smirk crossing his lips. “At least you know she’s always satiated.” He sent a wink at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, Alright. Can we not talk about my sex life anymore?” You pleaded to nobody in particular.

Sam came through the door behind you, holding the bowl of fruit in one hand and a tray of corn on the cob in the other, joining in the conversation at your expense. “You thought that was bad, Josh? Try staying in the hotel room next to theirs.” He put the food down on the table, turning to face you with a grin, “I swear every time she visited on the last tour, I got no sleep.”

You held your middle finger up to him, pursing your lips, “Oh fuck you, Sammy.”

“Yeah wouldn’t you like to.” He wiggled his eyebrows, sticking his tongue out at you.

You shook your head at him with a chuckle and turned away, walking a few feet to Jake. He was standing over the grill, spatula in hand, and there was Sage. She was perched on the bench next to the grill in her bikini, already having shed her clothes. She was mid sentence in a conversation with your boyfriend when you walked up, his attention immediately finding you. “Woof.” His eyes raked down your body, lingering on the swell of your breasts, lifted high in the swim top. “How is this one better than the one I picked out?” His finger grazed the underwire that rested against your sternum.

“Hmmm.” You snaked your arms around his waist, “because this one covers more than just my nipples, Jacob.” He turned in your hold, draping an arm over your shoulder to hold you close while he flipped a couple of the burgers on the grill. “Smells good. How much longer?” Your stomach was beginning to grumble.

Jake kissed the top of your head, “first batch is almost done, go get a drink, love. I’ll make you a plate when the burgers are finished.” You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth and caught Sage staring at you. At Jake. Like she was willing him to look at her. To give her his attention.

You pulled away from him, “I think I’m gonna get in the water.” You unbuttoned your shorts and slid the denim down your legs. When you turned your back to Jake, you felt his palm crack across your ass.

Before you could scold him, he turned to his twin, “You see the way it jiggles, man?” Jake pointed at the red handprint on you. Josh responded by shaking his head with a grin, sipping on his tequila.

“If you wanted me to make it jiggle, you could’ve just asked, baby.” You gave your hips a slight shake, your voice dripping with honey as you looked back at your boyfriend, a sly smirk on your lips.

Josh let out a loud whistle and a ‘Damn, mama!’ while Odessa hooted, “Shake it, baby!” She held her beer up, saluting you. You thought you heard Sage scoff behind you, but Odessa was already distracting you from it. “Are you getting in? Because if you are, I’m right there with you.” She pulled her cream colored, crochet halter dress over her head, revealing her lilac bandeau bikini.

“Hell yeah, come on!” You grabbed a white claw from the cooler and went to the corner of the pool that held the steps. The water was cool, coaxing you further into the pool and out of the unrelenting heat. Odessa was right behind you, trying to convince Danny to get in with her. You called out to him, “Danny, get in! The water feels great!” You popped the tab on your can, chugging half of it in a few gulps.

Odessa continued to beg, “Honey, would you just get in the water?” Her hazel-colored doe eyes pleading with him. “I just wanna swim with you for a bit…Do this for me and I’ll do you a favor later.” You chuckled at her suggestive tone and watched as she held her drink above the water that came up to her waist.

Danny finally stood from his chair, yanking his shirt over his head, “You know what those eyes do to me, Dess.” He came down the steps, sinking into the water and pulling Odessa into his arms. She leaned against him, connecting her lips with his.

Wanting to give them a private moment, you trudged over to the edge of the pool, closest to the grill. You opened your mouth to call out to Jake, but closed it when you noticed Sage at his side. He was speaking and she eyed him, sucked in deep to whatever he was saying. You saw a faint smile tug at his lips as he spoke and she broke out in a laugh. The sound was like grinding metal in your ears as you watched the scene before you. She said something to him, leaning in with a flirty chuckle to put her hand on his chest. You were frozen, unable to look away from whatever was unfolding in front of you. Jake took a step away from her to break the contact she’d made, her hand falling to her side. He kept a friendly smile as she continued to talk and giggle. You wanted to know what they were talking about. Are they reminiscing about the other night? Do they have some kind of connection that you don’t know about? Why is Sage suddenly getting under your skin so badly?

“She’s getting awfully cozy…” Josh’s voice brought you back to the present as he sat on the edge beside you, letting his feet dangle into the water. “I can see it all over your face, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.” He turned to look at Jake and Sage before returning his gaze back to you, “Jake is head over heels for you, mama. No other woman could steal his attention.” His tone was soft and genuine and, as if on cue, Jake looked away from her, his eyes scanning over the area until they landed on you. He gave you that warm, familiar Jake smile and your nerves seem to ease at the look.

You held Jake’s eyes for a few seconds before looking back to his twin. “Deep down I know that, Josh…But there’s some insecurities buried in here.” You pointed to the center of your chest. “I trust Jake, I do. With my heart, my mind, my body. I trust him with everything.” You took a composing breath, “But why does she have to blatantly flirt with him, like shamelessly. As if I’m not even here.” You chugged the rest of your drink, placing the can on the cement, outside of the pool.

Josh leaned back, popping open the cooler to grab you another can. “Maybe she doesn’t see anything wrong with it… I mean, considering everything…” He cracked the tab to open it, handing it you.

“What do you mean?” You could feel the slight gape to your mouth as you stared at him. “What do you know, Josh?” You took the can from him, raising your eyebrows as you awaited an answer.

You could’ve sworn his grin grew three sizes bigger. “Probably a lot more than you’d like me to know.” He brought his index and middle fingers to his mouth, flicking his tongue between the two digits and forcing his eyes to roll back in his head. He shook with laughter at your shocked expression.

“Eat shit, Josh!” You splashed a heavy gush of water at him while he continued laughing, shielding his face. Of course Jake told him. They tell each other everything. You knew Josh wasn’t judging you, but you wished you would’ve known that he was clued in on your recent escapades. Did Jake tell Danny and Sam too? Did Odessa know? Your voice took on a solemn tone, “I think I fucked up, Josh…”

Before you could elaborate, Jake called out to everyone, “Foods all done, guys! Come eat.” Danny rushed out of the pool, dragging Odessa with him. Sam was already piling things onto his plate and Sage was standing back, her eyes never leaving Jake as he moved around the table, making a plate. “Baby, come eat. I got you a little of everything.” He looked at you and pointed to the plate in his hand.

Josh pulled his legs out of the water, standing up. “Come on, sweetheart.” He offered you his hands. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and he mimicked the gesture, hauling you up and out of the water. “Let’s grub, we’ll talk in a bit.” He gave you a soft smile before walking towards the covered patio.

You grabbed your drink and followed Josh’s path, ducking into the shaded area. Jake was at your side with a clean towel. “Here, my love.” He gave you a minute to pat your skin dry before ushering you into a seat, sliding into the chair next to you at the head of the table. Josh made his way to the seat on the other side of Jake, but Sage beat him to it, placing her almost empty plate on the table in front of the chair. Her fingertips grazed Jake’s arm that rested on the table as she sat down. You stabbed at a piece of pasta salad on your plate, not feeling very hungry anymore, and dropped the fork to down some of your white claw. Your boyfriend picked up on the shift in your body language and his hand found yours under the table. “Please eat, baby.”

Sammy took the open seat next to you. Josh shuffled into the seat across from him, beside Sage, mumbling something under his breath. Danny sat at the opposite end of the table from Jake, Odessa perched on his lap taking a large bite from her hot dog. You couldn’t help the smile that formed as you looked upon your small chosen family, giving Jake’s hand a light squeeze. His hand never left you while you ate. When you pulled your fingers from his, he let his hand rest on your leg. You shared conversation with everyone around the table for a while, catching Jake’s eyes every so often. The alcohol was flowing, and plates were emptying. You sat back in your chair, listening to Jake and Danny have an animated discussion across the table.

Sam nudged you with his elbow, gaining your attention, “Wanna shotgun a white claw?” He had a mischievous smirk on his face, one that you’d come to know very well over the years. You gave him an excited nod, tossing back the rest of whatever was in your current can. He pointed around the table, “You guys wanna shotgun with us?” Josh was the first to agree, followed by Odessa. You turned to Jake, waiting for him to give in. His lip curled slowly before he nodded at you. Sam didn’t give Danny a choice as he forced a can into his hand. “Sage?” He held a can out to her and you turned to look at her as she took it from him.

You all moved to stand in a huddle beside the pool, passing a knife around to pop holes in the cans. Once everyone had their can ready, you spoke, “Last one to finish takes a shot of tequila.” A grin spread over your cheeks, “First one to finish takes two. GO!” Everyone rushed to crack their cans open and chug the liquid. You locked eyes with Josh, knowing he’d finish first, as usual. And he did, but you were right behind him, only dropping your can a second after him. Jake finished after you, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You looked up at Sam, waiting until he pulled the can away from his mouth and shoved him backwards, his arms flailing as he crashed into the water. Odessa sputtered out a laugh, spewing liquid from her mouth. Sam emerged, his hair clinging to his face as he blew water from his lips. Gasping through your own laughter, you turned just in time to see Jake tossing his shirt behind him and rushing you, an evil grin plastered on his face. “No… Jake, wait. Don’t-“ Your pleas were interrupted by Jake lifting you in a swift movement, effectively tackling you so that you were both plunging beneath the surface.

He came up before you, tugging your arm to pull you up with him. You brought your legs around his waist, forcing him to hold you while he pushed your soaked hair from your forehead. “I’m sorry, love. I couldn’t resist.” The water was at chest level on Jake. He locked one arm around your back as you cling to him and turned around to face everyone else, “You guys gonna get in?”

Danny took the opportunity to pick Odessa up, her petite frame fighting against his grasp in a fit of giggles, and effortlessly tossed her in, diving in right behind her. Sage shrugged and walked over to the steps to let herself in. You looked up at Josh as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Hey Josh.” He dropped his eyes to you. “Can you go get in the shed and grab my hot dog floatie?” You pouted your lip at him.

“You don’t gotta give me the puppy dog stare, sweetheart.” He shook his head, jogging to the small shed at the end of the pool. He returned with your float and tossed it in the water with a couple other ones he’d grabbed.

You broke away from Jake to climb up onto the hot dog, straddling it. “Thank you, Joshy!” He offered a sweet smile in return.

Sam, being himself, couldn’t stop the lewd remark that flowed from his mouth with a smirk, “Since you’re climbing on wieners today, can I be next Y/N?” You stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. Sage cackled behind you. Jake jumped in before you could respond, lunging at his little brother and dunking his head under the water. Sam came back up, pushing his brother in the chest as they began to wrestle, splashing you in the process.

They bumped into the float, toppling you over. The unexpected impact sent a flood of water down your throat. You came back up, choking and reaching for something to hold onto. Jake caught you, dragging your body against his. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as you coughed the water from your lungs. His hands found your kicking legs under the surface and guided them around his hips. “Are you okay?”

Your throat was on fire and all you could muster was a weak nod as your chest heaved. You turned your head to Sam, an apologetic tilt to his mouth, “You’re fucking in for it.” Your voice was a raspy whisper as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What about him? It wasn’t just my fault!” Sam was defensive at your threat. “You play favorites…” He crossed his arms over his chest like a defiant child, complete with a pouty lip.

“He didn’t make the inappropriate comment, Samuel.” You cocked your eyebrow at him, lips pursed. “Besides, he’ll get his payback in private.”

Jake’s hands gripped your ass under the water, “And I’ll enjoy every second of it…” He mumbled for only you to hear, dropping his head to kiss the fading bite mark on your shoulder. You shivered at the contact. Your thighs instinctively tightened around him and you could feel the soft bulge in swim trunks, pressing against your covered pussy. You knew he could feel it too by the way his fingers dug further into the cushion of your ass cheeks. You shifted in his arms, using his shoulders for leverage, and dropped your hips lower, subtly grinding into him with the movement. “Don’t start, love.” His voice was barely a whisper. You wanted to do it again, but you were distracted by Odessa’s voice.

Looking in her direction, you found her sitting on Danny’s shoulders. “Guys, let's play chicken!” Her balance faltered and she grasped Danny’s face to keep from falling off of him, a crackling laugh leaving her throat.

“Ooooh lover, c’mon!” You broke away from him, standing on your own feet. “Get me up on your shoulders!” He gave you a playful smirk before dipping beneath the water. You felt his shoulders hit the back of your thighs as he began lifting you, his head snug between your legs. When he emerged, you looked down to see him facing the wrong way. His nose was practically brushing over your clit through your bikini bottoms, his hot breath fanning over you. Your hands shot to his hair out of habit as you giggled. “Jake!”

“I don’t think that's how you play the game, brother.” Josh was standing behind Jake, a tequila fed grin on his face. “At least not this game.” He clapped Jake on the back, causing him to stumble, dropping you back into the water.

You kicked over to Josh, latching yourself to his back as you looked at Jake, “How about you be my partner, Joshy? We can take down Danny and Dess.”

“Oh no way! You’re going down, babe!” Odessa challenged, pointing her finger at you.

Josh shook his head, “I don’t think I’m the best option here, mama.” He looked at you over his shoulder, “I’ve had a few too many.” He raised his drink to his mouth, taking a few gulps.

Jake laughed, “Come back to where you belong, baby.” He held his hand out to you, a cocky expression gracing his features. “You know where your place is, love.”

You gave him a sweet smile as you let go of Josh. Slipping your hand into his, he dipped down and had you on his shoulders again in seconds. He interlocked his finger with yours to keep you balanced as your legs hooked under his arms.

Danny called over to his best friend, “Sam, let Sage on your shoulders, you two are a good match”

You looked over to Sam who gave a shrug, turning to Sage. Her eyes flashed to you, or rather Jake beneath you, before she waded her way towards Sam. “Do you think you can handle me, Sammy?” Her flirty tone caught you off guard. She placed her hand on his shoulder, “Don’t get too handsy.” She leaned in close to him to speak, pushing him gently under the water. Sam took the hint, dunking below the surface to bring her up on his shoulders. When he rose out of the water, Sage perched atop of him, she gave a satisfied hum. “I’d say this is a perfect fit, wouldn’t you?” The question was directed at Sammy, but her eyes stayed on Jake as she twirled Sam’s wet hair between her fingers. What the fuck is this? Is she trying to make him jealous?

Josh caught your eyes, giving you a look of confusion. Sam’s cheeks had a light pink tint to them, “Uhhh yeah… Perfect.” His hands gripped her legs to hold her in place. “Who’s first?”

“If I recall, Dess, you said I’m going down?” You wiggled your finger, gesturing for her and Danny to move closer. “You ready to eat your words?” Jake stepped forward until he and Danny were a mere foot apart. Josh stood to the side, deciding to play referee as he rattled off a ridiculous set of rules.

Odessa gave you a challenging glare, spiked with amusement. “Bring it on, babe…” When Josh brought his hand down between the two boys, you and Odessa were going at each other, shoving and grabbing. She put up a good fight as the both of you struggled to keep steady through your cackling. You caught her with a particularly good push, knocking Danny off balance and sending her flying into water behind him. She let out a loud squeal as she went down, dragging her boyfriend with her.

“Hell yeah, baby!” Jake cheered, holding his hand up for a high five. You slapped his palm, feeling a rush of excitement. Odessa came up out of the water, gasping out her loud laugh that you adored. She gave you a thumbs up and climbed onto Danny’s back before offering Sage a ‘good luck’ as Sammy took his place in front of his brother. “You got this, Y/N. Light work.” Jake pressed his lips to the inside of your leg as he eyed his brother with a smirk.

You looked at Sage, a smile plastered on your face, “You ready, Sage?” She met your gaze, chewing on her cheek, and gave a nod as a sinister smile crept over her features. Your smile faltered for a moment before Josh was dropping his hand, initiating the battle. Sam moved forward, allowing Sage to reach for you. You ducked away from her first push and pressed your hands into her shoulders but she locked her legs tightly under Sam’s arms, staying in place. Jake worked in tune with your movements, knowing just when to step forward and when to pull you back. Just when you got a hold of Sage’s arm and gained enough leverage to push her again, her hand shot out and grabbed your hair, yanking hard and ripping you from Jake’s shoulders. Your scalp was stinging as you plummeted into the cool water.

When you came back up for a breath, Odessa was scolding Sage. “Girl, that was cheap! You cheated!”

You rubbed your hand over the sore spot on your head as Sage countered Odessa’s claim. “It was an accident!” She held her hands up, giving a half shrug. “My hand got tangled when I tried to push her, I swear.”

“It’s okay, guys! She won the game…” You don’t know what came over you when the next words slipped from your mouth with an unexpected venom, “But I still got the prize.” You cupped Jake’s face, pulling him in for a rough kiss, ending it with a soft bite to his bottom lip. Everyone gawked in silence as you turned back to Sage, now back in the water and off of Sam’s shoulders, and pursed your lips with a cocky tilt.

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The day dwindled down, along with the alcohol. You and Sage had kept your distance from one another and everybody took notice. The sun was starting to set and taking the heat with it, leaving you with a chill on your skin. “Baby, I’m gonna go change, can you start a fire in the pit?” You asked Jake as you stood from his lap.

He grabbed your hand, brushing his lips over your knuckles before you walked away, “Of course, my love.” He had a slight slur to his words, having fallen victim to multiple beer pong losses against his brothers.

“Y/N, please tell me you have a change of clothes I can steal?” Odessa peeled herself from Danny’s side and followed you into the house.

Giving her a warm smile, you nodded. “I got you, Dess. But first…” You stopped in the kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from the rack on the wall, “I’m sick of the seltzer, you want a glass?” She answered with an enthusiastic nod and you pulled two glasses from the cabinet, filling them with the red wine. “Here you go, babe.” You passed her a glass before leaving the kitchen to go to your bedroom. Once in the room, you padded to your dresser. “You want sweatpants or shorts?”

Odessa closed the door behind her and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Sweatpants, please. It’s getting chilly.” You opened the drawer that held your sweats and tossed her a pair of plain gray ones. She let them land on the bed as she sipped her glass. “Hey, can we talk?” She watched you with a cautious look on her face, like you were an animal that she didn’t want to scare away.

You peeled your bikini top off and replaced it with an old, oversized hoodie that hung to your thighs. “Ummm. Yeah… Is everything okay?” You’d be lying if you said her tone didn’t make you nervous. You pulled a sweatshirt out for her, waiting for a response.

She took the shirt from you, placing her glass on Jake’s nightstand. “What is going on with you and Sage?”

You slid your bottoms down your legs, opting to play dumb, “What do you mean?” You dropped your eyes to the floor as you pulled on a pair of clean underwear. “Nothing is going on?”

Odessa cocked her eyebrow at you, knowing you were full of shit. “It’s clearly something…” She pulled the sweatpants on over her swimsuit bottoms, “There’s been nothing but hostility between you two all day, Y/N.” She unclasped her top and let it fall to the floor to put the sweatshirt on. “I thought you guys got along well. If you didn’t like her, you should’ve told me… I wouldn’t have invited her to come today.” Her expression was almost sad and you broke, spilling everything to her.

“No, Dess. That’s not it.” You started picking at your cuticles. “I do like Sage. Or I did. I don’t know… It’s complicated.” Sitting on the edge of the bed to avoid pacing the room, you pulled her down to sit beside you. You took a hefty gulp of your wine and gave her all the dirty details. “I liked her too much, I think. Me and Jake, we… Well, the three of us, we sort of had a-” You raked your hands through your hair, taking a composing breath. “We had a threesome, well, we kind of did it twice. But the second time, I don’t know, Dess… She was acting differently, almost like she just wanted Jake to herself. The way she would just stare at him, it didn’t sit right with me… She cuddled up to him, draped her body over him. It was weird.” Taking another drink, Odessa gave you a nod, waiting for you to continue. “And then today, I was caught off guard when she showed up. I hadn’t talked to her since that night and it felt a little awkward to be in the same room as her, but it was fine. Then she stood out there, blatantly flirting with Jake, touching him, laughing too hard at his jokes. Oh GOD and the longing stares?. It made me so fucking mad. Like she just didn’t give a fuck that I was even there. She was so shameless about it. And after that stunt she pulled playing chicken… Ugh, I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was like I needed to mark Jake as my territory so she would get the hint, yanno? And that’s not the kind of person I am, you know that. Me and Jake have never had to hang all over one another to feel secure in our relationship.” You finished your rant and Odessa took a minute to soak it all in.

Her brows knitted as a troubled expression crossed her face. “You should be careful with her, Y/N.” She didn’t elaborate and your anxiety bloomed in your chest.

“Be careful with her? What does that mean, Odessa?” Your tone was becoming frantic as she stayed quiet. “Dess, what the hell? I let her fuck my boyfriend! It’s a little too late to be careful now?!”

“Okay, just relax.” She put her hand on your arm in a soothing manner, “I just-” She broke off, searching for the right wording. “Alright, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this… She’s my best friend, but I love you and Jake and it would absolutely destroy me if something came between the two of you because of somebody I brought into your circle.” She took a breath and picked up her wine, emptying the glass with a few swallows. “She’s kind of developing a pattern of this… She sets her sights on someone she wants and spirals from there. Her ex left her because of a situation she got into.”

You cut her off, “Sage told me that her ex girlfriend was manipulative and abusive and that’s why she was the one that left.” The confusion on your face was only mimicked by Odessa.

She shook her head, “Ex girlfriend? No, her ex was a man… He was actually a really sweet guy, gave her everything she could ask for. But it still wasn’t enough.” The looming feeling in your chest began to grow as she went on, “Her ex had a friend, Sage was attracted to him, but she was clearly in a relationship and the friend had a girlfriend. She came up with the idea that they should try ‘swinging’?” Odessa brought her fingers up in air quotes. “So Sage essentially manipulates her ex into proposing the idea himself so it wasn’t obvious that she just wanted to sleep with his friend. But it happened and then Sage continued to sleep with the friend, sneaking around, lying to her ex. Well, him and the girlfriend eventually caught on to what was happening.”

You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights the way your eyes were bugging from your head. “Please tell me you’re lying…” You searched her face for any indication that she might just be messing with you.

She chewed on her lower lip, “I wish I was… Her ex left her and his friend didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, he wanted to fix the relationship he’d ruined. Sage was a mess for a bit, but then she just continued on, hooking up with random people, like nothing ever happened.”

You felt sick to your stomach, “Dess, she told me she never slept with a man before. I fell right into her fucking trap, didn’t I?” Now you were pacing the room, “She knew exactly what to fucking say to me.. Knew exactly how get what she wanted and I just fucking handed it to her on a god damn silver platter!”

Odessa gripped your shoulders, halting your movements. “Hey, Just cut it off now, Y/N. Jake is yours and she’ll never take him away from you.” You took a deep breath, letting her words soothe you. You were angry at yourself for letting her manipulate you into giving her just what she wanted from you. Jake. Your Jake. “You have the power here, just put an end to it, babe.”

She pulled you into a comforting hug as a knock sounded on the door, Danny’s voice calling from the other side. “Odessa? Are you guys coming back out? We got a good fire going.” She pulled away from you and asked if you were okay to go back out and join everyone. You gave a soft ‘yeah’ and she hooked her arm around yours, moving to open the door and greet her boyfriend. “Finally…” Danny threw his hands in the air, “Josh is singing preschool campfire songs, Jake is so drunk that Oliver Reed decided to make an appearance and Sage and Sam are flirting like awkward, prepubescent teenagers. Shit’s weird.” Odessa broke away from you, wrapping her arms around Danny’s waist as they walked down the hallway.

“Oh, Jake is gonna be a blast to try and get into bed tonight…” You chuckled through your sarcasm. You went into the living room to grab the blanket from the couch, then into the kitchen to refill your wine. When you stepped out onto the patio, Jake’s eyes immediately landed on you and he yelled your name in the thick, british accent. A smile tugged at your lips as you made your way to him, sitting in front of the fire on a cushioned wicker chair. “You feeling pretty good, Jakey?” You sunk onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He rested one of his hands on your legs that hung over his own and used the other to hold your back. “I feel fucking fantastic.” His eyes were glossy and hooded, telling you just how much he’d had to drink. You brushed his hair from his face before scanning over everyone else. Danny and Odessa sat tucked together on the wicker loveseat. Your eyes shot to Sam, hearing him let out a chuckle. Sage was draped over him on the chair he sat in, leaned in close as she whispered something in his ear. You watched as her lips brushed his neck, Sammy’s eyes fluttering at the contact. Feeling like an intruding presence, you quickly looked away, finding Josh. He was in the grass in front of the firepit, singing just as Danny had described.

You kissed Jake’s lips softly and slid off of him so go sit by Josh in the grass. You pulled the blanket around your shoulders and offered half to him. He took the opposite corner and tucked it around himself, scooting in closer to you. You laid your head on his shoulder, listening to him croon an acapella rendition of Stand By Me by Ben E. King. The heat of the flames warmed your face, leaving you relaxed and content as you sipped your wine. Closing your eyes, you hummed along with Josh, tuning out all the other sounds around you. When the song was finished, Josh nudged you, “You okay, mama?”

You lifted your head to look at him, “Yeah, why do you ask?”

His gaze flicked to Sam and Sage before he turned his attention back to the fire. “There was a lot of tension here for a while earlier…And I said we’d talk later” He picked up the bottle of water from the ground beside him, taking a slow drink. You watched as he wiped a drop from the corner of his mouth, realizing that he was almost completely sober. “I just wanna make sure you know that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to him. To your trust in him.” He gave your knee a pat the way your father would after a lecture and you smiled up at him as he continued. “Jake doesn’t have eyes for anybody but you, Y/N. Nothing will change that.”

You believed Josh. But just because you trusted Jake, that didn’t mean you could trust Sage. Your mind went back to what Odessa had shared with you and you let it all loose on Josh, giving him the full rundown. “And that’s where I fucked up, Josh.” You pulled at the blades of grass, shaking your head. “I gave her exactly what she wanted. Fuck. I’m so stupid.” You palmed your forehead, “There were so many red flags. So many gut feelings that I ignored. She fucking played me.”

Josh grabbed your hand, “You’re not stupid, sweetheart. You just always fight to see the best in people.” He bumped you with his shoulder, “You can’t beat yourself up for that.”

You laid your head on Josh’s shoulder again, his words filling you with a sense of comfort. You let your eyes wander over to Jake, but you only found his empty chair. Picking your head up, you looked around insearch of your boyfriend. When you looked at Sam, Sage was no longer in his lap and you felt the panic bubbling in your chest. “Where’s Jake?” Your voice came out a whisper and Josh looked up, his eyes searching as you had just done. You asked the question again, louder this time, “Where did Jake go?”

Danny spoke up, “I’m not sure, he got up and mumbled something and then went into the house.” He saw your face and drew his brows together, “What’s wrong?”

Your head whipped to Sammy as you threw the blanket from your body, stumbling as you stood up, “Where is she?” He gave you a puzzled look as though you were speaking in tongues. “Where the fuck is she, Sam?” You were half yelling now, causing Sam to jump a little.

He raised his hands in defense, “She said she had to use the bathroom, what’s your deal?” He was staring at you like you were crazy.

You turned to Odessa, giving her a look that only she could decipher and stalked through the yard to the house. Odessa was hot on your trail, scared at what you two might find when you got inside. When you crossed the threshold into the kitchen, your anger dissipated, replaced by a shooting pain in your chest. “Jake…” His name fell from your mouth in gasp. His eyes shot open, locking with yours, a look of shock mixed with confusion on his face.

Jake POV

You watched as she hummed along to the song your twin was singing. She looked heavenly with the glow of the flames dancing over her. How did you get so lucky? Your vision blurred slightly as you looked at her. You shouldn’t have drank that much… “I’m gonna get some water.” You mumbled to Danny, but you weren’t sure he heard you as he didn’t respond. Stumbling your way into the kitchen, you used the countertop to guide yourself to the fridge. The dark room illuminated a bit as you opened the refrigerator. Squinting through the too bright light, you dug around the shelves in search of a bottle of water. When you finally found one, you pulled it out, slamming the door shut and cracking the bottle open. You brought it to your lips, chugging it down. Suddenly a pair of hands were wrapping around you from behind, caressing your chest. It was her favorite way to hold you. You leaned into her touch, noticing that her scent didn’t feel as familiar as it should have. Chalking it up to the alcohol dulling your senses and the chlorine on her skin from the pool, you ignored it. All you could focus on was her hands traveling down your body, dipping below the waistband of your swim trunks, and her lips on your neck. You gripped the edge of the island counter as she began to stroke your hardening dick. The way her hand moved on you felt wrong, like she forgot how you liked to be touched. But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her. To tell her that you weren’t enjoying it the way you wanted to. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings. That was the last thing you wanted. You loved her. She was yours. So soft and sweet. So beautiful, with the kindest heart. She always wanted to put you first, make sure you were taken care of. And so you let her. You allowed yourself to sink into her hold, letting your eyes fall shut. But then her voice came, barely a whisper. Your name slipping from her tongue, not behind you, but from the opposite side of the room. Your eyes snapped open, landing on her. For a moment, your brain couldn’t register the situation. If she was holding you… Then how was she over there? You stared at her, watching the tears form in her eyes, a look of betrayal on her face. And then it clicked…No.

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Ok god Pedro x Taylor ya killing me (more than usual 🙃) I was going to say all too well with Pedro but it’s been done so how about a little smutty action with Javi P and Cruel Summer 😏

Cruel Summer

pairing: javier peña x reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), angst, secret relationships, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy ending, me not bothering to read this twice or revise sry lmaoooooo

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Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it. Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it.

Javier Peña. The name that had been itching at the tip of your tongue for the last three weeks. The name that you’d tiptoed around blurting out to your roommates every time they demanded more information about who you’d been sneaking off to see every night once they’d all gone to sleep.

You’d known him through a long line of mutual association. He was in your eldest brothers graduating class, the pair went to police academy together, and then went on to join the Sheriff’s Department together until Javier decided to join the DEA.

He had a reputation even before he ever left Laredo. Given the relatively small population of the city, a young man with the charm and appeal of a young Javier Peña had become almost a household name—as long as you household had a teenage girl in it.

Though he surely didn’t sleep with every girl that showed him interest, he did flirt with a good portion. It didn’t matter if the girls were sisters or cousins, friends or enemies—if he found them interesting, he’d give it a shot. This didn’t necessarily earn him any points in the “good guy” department, but Javier never cared much about what everyone else thought of him in those days.

It wasn’t until he went off into the real world that his physical exploits really took flight. Though it wasn’t exactly as common knowledge as his work with taking down Escobar, his reputation as a womanizer in Colombia somehow found its way back home.

Most women knew to stay away from him, but only a few were able to actually go through with it. He was a natural charmer, never having to lie or manipulate his way into women’s hearts—he was just simply likable. With his dark hair and dark eyes, that mustache and the tightness of his blue jeans, or even just the broadness of his shoulders compared to his tiny waist—he drew women in whether they set out to or not.

And you were no different.

On your twenty-fifth birthday, your friends-slash-roommates took you out on the town, the four of you bar hopping all around Laredo’s tiny bar scene. At one particularly boring and deserted honky tonk, you spotted him—his lips molding around a crystal glass filled with golden whiskey, his eyes closing shut at he tossed it back.

It was like everything else in the room faded away, little by little, until the only thing you could see was him lifting his cigarette to his lips, pulling in a drag before exhaling it. Your eyes followed the swirls of smoke through the neon-lit room, the clouds making shapes as they danced in the light.

With a clearing of your throat, you excused yourself with the ruse of going to use the restroom, your friends all much too drunk to care. It had to be the alcohol in your system that gave you the confidence to approach a man ten years your senior—a man that had been associated with so many beautiful women over the years who never made the cut—but soon you were standing by his barstool, gesturing for the bartender. You and Javier made eyes with each other, yours flickering to his lips before you turned away with a growing smirk.

“Can I get a glass of whatever he’s drinking?” You leaned over the counter to talk over the music. The old man nodded at you before pouring you two fingers of mid-shelf whiskey, you handing him the cash plus tip in exchange for the drink. “You know, I don’t really like whiskey.”

Javier chuckled and turned his body towards you as you sat down on the stool beside him. “Then why’d you get it?”

“Oh, I just wanted a reason to come over here and start a conversation.” You shrugged and turned back to him, swirling the black straw in your glass. “I, uh, I think you’re friends with my older brother.”

You told him your brothers name and watched as his eyes lit up in remembrance, his head nodding and smile softening now that he placed your face in his memory.

“You celebrating something tonight?” He asked after a couple minutes of conversation, noting the tiara you’d been forced to wear.

“Oh, yeah. It’s my birthday. Twenty-five. One year closer to death.” You chuckled nervously at your morbid joke, lifting your whiskey to your lips and taking a sip.

“Just wait, it doesn’t get much easier. And your back is gonna start to ache anytime you do anything resembling exercise.” He joked and gestured for his tab. You took a deep breath as you tried to make your intentions known before he left the place, your heart thudding in your ears as you watched him pull out his wallet.

“Anything resembling exercise? That’s too bad. I was hoping you and I could burn a few calories tonight.” He froze midway through pulling two twenties out of his wallet, his eyes turning to yours with a darker look in them than just a second ago.

“I’m older than you,” he reminded you, only earning a nod. “I’m not a great guy.”

“I don’t care.” You shrugged and leaned over further. “I’m not looking for a great guy tonight. I’m just looking for some fun.”

“Your friends gonna approve of you leaving with me?” He handed the bartender the money without even looking his way, murmuring for him to keep the change as he kept your eye contact.

“They don’t need to know.” You shrugged and his lips curled into a mischievous grin, nodding before telling you to meet him out front in five minutes.

With some lie of not feeling well, you managed to escape your group of friends—sealing your fate with the sound of Javier’s truck door closing after you climbed inside.

Killing me slow, out the window. I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more…

“Are you trying to get me caught?” You scolded with a grin as you climbed into the passenger side of his truck, his headlights shining bright into your darkened home. He reached over and tugged you flush against his body on the bench seat, your jeans sliding with ease against the leather. You giggled as he leaned over and sucked a mark into your neck.

“Why do you even care if they know?” He mumbled against your pulse, poking out his tongue and soothing the purple mark.

“Because someone has a reputation that precedes him. And I know for a fact that two out of three of my roommates cannot stand Javier Peña. Something about their older sisters getting dumped by the guy.” You teased with a smile as he pulled back, his smirk sheepish as he studied your face.

“I’m not that guy anymore.”

“I know that, but they don’t.” You leaned over and kissed his lips deep enough to make him want more as you pulled away. Stroking your fingertips over the side of his face, you smiled at him. “Come on bad boy, take me back to your place already.”

“Your wish, cariño.”

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine, I'm not dying. You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times, we're not trying.

Javier stood with you outside at a rest stop about 50 miles outside of town, the two of you driving on the highway just to have something to do.

Moths swarmed overhead in the buzzing streetlight, your throat humming as you tapped your chin in front of a vending machine. The light from inside the glass casted a yellow glow on your skin as he watched you press the keypad, your lip bitten between your teeth.

“Ta-da,” his smile was soft but full of unspoken concern as you handed him a bag of potato chips. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of Lays?”

“No, it’s not the chips it’s just…” He chuckled at his own nerves before shrugging, his eyes lowering to the concrete beneath your feet. “How long are we going to keep this thing up? The hiding and seeing each other only in the middle of the night thing.”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged and turned back to the vending machine, pressing the keypad and getting something for yourself. “I thought we agreed that we’re both too screwed up right now for something more…serious.”

“I mean, we agreed on that at the beginning of the summer, but that was two months ago now. I’ve become…less screwed up since then.” He noted the way your eyes didn’t meet his as the two of you slowly walked back to the truck together, the silence between you thick with tension. “Never mind, you’re right. We’d just screw it up.”

“Let’s just keep it simple for now. We don’t have to overcomplicate things, right?” You turned to him and looked into his eyes, desperate for him to just let the topic go for now so things could go on as they were. Relationships brought complications, but this fling was the most uncomplicated thing you’d ever known—up until just a second ago, at least.

“Yeah,” he smiled through his disappointment. “Let’s just keep it simple.”

I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true. I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you…

The night had started off well, Javier inviting you out to a bar during the week in hopes of reducing the chance of being seen together by your friends. The two of you indulged in some rare PDA, the drinks and kisses flowing generously as you tucked away into the corner of the bar.

Both of you had already been more drunk than you’d ever been around each other before, the late-summer heat now turning to a slight chill as fall approached, putting pressure on your summertime fling. It felt almost like a last hoorah, one that neither of you were prepared for.

“Shit,” you were mid-giggle when your eyes locked on your closest friend entering the bar with her boyfriend. Her eyes found yours as though it had been her mission, her lips parting and head tilting as she took in the closeness of the man beside you.

“What’s wrong, cariño?” Javier leaned over and tried to place a kiss to your neck, but you shoved him away out of sheer panic. His glassy eyes narrowed in confused hurt as he looked at you.

“My friend’s here, I don’t want—“

“Hey,” she approached your booth with a curious smile, eyes flickering to the drunken and now very upset man beside you. “So this is the mystery guy, huh.”

“No, we’re not…not a serious thing or anything.” Javier scoffed at your words and excused himself, sliding out of the booth and stumbling his way out of the bar. “Fuck. Sorry, I’ll fill you in when we’re at home. I gotta go check on him.”

Javier was standing by the pay phone outside of the bar when you found him, his body swaying as he tried to stay upright to dial his father’s number. You walked over to him with a soft frown, eyes conveying your guilt. He chuckled and hung the phone back up on the receiver before shaking his head.

“Go back inside, I’m fine.” He tried to walk off towards the road, but you caught him by his bicep, pulling him back to you. You held his face in your hand and pulled him down for a kiss, Javier pinning you back against the payphone, his hands gripping your hips.

“Let me call a cab.” You breathed out when he gave you a second of relief from his searing touch. Turning around in his arms, you felt him hug you close from behind to keep himself steady, his chin resting over your shoulder as you called up a cab. Hanging the phone back in the receiver, you tested your own balance as you walked him over to the bench outside the establishment. “You know that I care about you, Javi, I just don’t want either of us to get ourselves into something we’re not ready for.”

“And you get to make all the decisions. Yeah, I got it.” He chuckled darkly and hung his head.

After ten minutes of tension, Javier finally lifted his head and turned to you, this time with a more pointed expression than before.

“But what if I wanted to decide something, huh? Do I just not get a say in this?” His words slurred together, your head aching as you tried your best to work through your drunken state to hold a conversation with him.

“Javier, do you actually think this would work out between us long term? It’s for the best if we—“

“Oh, fuck that! Like you know what’s in my best interest.” The taxi pulled up and you managed to convince him to join you in the backseat, quickly giving the driver your address before turning back to the drunken man beside you. “I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you, cariño. It makes me feel like shit. Like I’m still that asshole from all those years ago. Like…like I haven’t changed at all.”

“Javi, you’re not—wait, are you crying?” You searched his face in the dark of the backseat to see him sniffling, wiping his cheeks.

“No.” He was definitely crying, his voice croaking with the lump in his throat. You wanted to chuckle at the entire situation, this hard and usually very smooth man now a sniffling crying mess in the back seat of a taxi, the two of you drunk off your asses.

“Oh, Javi. Come here,” you pulled his head to rest on your chest, kissing his forehead and rubbing his arm. “We’re just drunk. We’re saying shit that we don’t mean.”

“Yeah,” he nodded against you and his tears slowed to a stop. “You’re probably right.”

And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it's worth, "I love you,"—ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

It had been a week of radio silence, Javier not picking up your phone calls, always managing to be conveniently absent whenever you dropped by his father’s house. You missed him more than you imagined you would. You’d convinced yourself all throughout the romance that you’d be okay if it ended tomorrow, and it was easy when tomorrow never seemed to come around. But it was here now, and the icy chill you felt as you laid in your bed alone was too much to bear.

Your friends had all been made aware of your secret romance, the two that had problems with Javier predictably upset with you for giving him the time of day. But the friend that caught the two of you in the bar stood by your decision, noting the way Javier seemed to be head over heels for you up until you’d shoved your foot in your mouth and ruined it all.

“Still up?” She was downstairs watching a movie with her boyfriend when you crept into the kitchen, desperate for something sweet to take away the ache in your heart. “Babe, why don’t you just go over to his place? Wake him up and tell him how miserable you’ve been since the fight.”

“I’m not—“

“Don’t you dare say you’re not miserable. Have you looked in a mirror? Honey, you haven’t showered in five days. You look like death.”

“All the more reason not to go over.” You shrugged and tore out your beloved pint of ice cream from the fridge, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and digging right in.

“Get upstairs and take a shower before I hit you with my chancla. You love that man, idiot. Go tell him.” You groaned at the idea of confessing your feelings to a man, but it was the truth. You did love him, in the strange little way your heart knew how to, at least.

“But what if everyone talks shit—“

“Does he care about everyone’s shit talking?”

“Well, no.”

“Okay, then there’s nothing stopping you. Now go!” She used her parental voice and pointed at the stairs, your head nodding as you began to find your confidence.

Putting your ice cream in the freezer, you jogged upstairs and took the worlds fastest shower. Your hair was still sopping wet as you tugged on a pair of leggings and long sleeve, finding your slippers and grabbing your keys before practically sprinting out of the house. “Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it, that man is in love with you!” Your friend called back, bringing a smile onto your face as you closed the front door and leapt over to your car.

You drove quickly through the town until you reached the ranching neighborhood, your wheels rattling as you sped through the dirt roads, tires kicking up dust and gravel until you pulled into Javier’s driveway.

You walked around back, sneaking in through the gate like you’d always done when he told you to come over. When you stepped into the backyard, you were surprised to see him up, sitting on the step of his back porch nursing a cigarette. His brows furrowed as he took you in, eyes raking over your form before he was sighing out smoke.

“What are you doing here?” His tone was soft and defeated, tired and thick with resentment as his eyes faced the ground.

“I, uh, hadn’t heard from you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” You approached him carefully, stopping a few feet in front of him as to allow him space.

“Yeah, well, I’m fine.” He dug his cigarette into the ground with his boot, standing up and looking down at you from the top of the porch. “Anything else?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed in a sigh, eyes softening and brows lacing together.

His pained look turned to one of amusement, a chuckle falling from his lips as he stepped down to your level, his hands cupping your face as he reached you. You chuckled as his eyes studied your face, his lips only an inch away from yours. Your voice was a whisper as he leaned in, his tobacco scented breath fanning across your lips. “Isn’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

He shook his head as he pressed his lips to yours, his hands slipping from your face to grip your waist, tugging you against his body. You moaned as the kissed deepened, your arms crossing over his shoulder as he hoisted you up around his waist, carrying you inside the house.

“Stay quiet for me, cariño. Can you do that?” He whispered against your lips as he stepped up the staircase to his bedroom, your head nodding eagerly as you hugged him closer.

When he stepped inside his bedroom, he set you down, his hand cradling your jaw as his foot shut the door behind him. You giggled as the two of you stumbled back into the room, practically falling onto the bed.

“Javier, you okay?” His fathers voice sounded from the other side of the door, Javier covering your mouth with his hand as you started to giggle.

“Yeah, pop! Just tripped!” He gave you a playful glare and pecked your lips to shut your laughter up. He waited for the sound of his fathers footsteps walking away from the door before he pulled away, shaking his head as he hovered over you. His eyes were soft, his smile sappy as he combed your damp hair out of your face. “You love me, huh?”

“Don’t rub it in.” You rolled your eyes and blushed.

“You wanna hear a secret?” He pecked your nose.

“Yeah,” you nodded and grinned at him as he pulled away again.

“I think I’m in love with you, too.” That was all the two of you needed to get you going again your hips straddling his as you flipped him over. Both sets of hands moved swiftly and frantically as you tried to tug off your clothing. Javier got frustrated with the buttons on his shirt and tore it open, the sight earning a moan from you as you finally kicked off your leggings. Javier grinned and flipped you back over, standing up off the bed and peeling his jeans off before joining you in the center of the mattress. “Tell me something, baby, are you done keeping me a secret? Because if I’m going to have you again, I want it all. The dates, meeting your friends, meeting your parents. All of it.”

“I’m done keeping you a secret. But…promise me we’ll ease in to this.” You looked up at him as he rested his hips between your thighs, your hand stroking his cheek. Javier’s eyes softened even more than they already were, his head nodding as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

“No sudden movements.” He mumbled against your lips and made you chuckle into his kiss, his chest rumbling against you as he laid on top of you. “We’ll take it slow. Just needed to hear you’re in it like I’m in it.”

“I’m in it, Javier. Deep in it.” He moaned at the desperation in your voice as you spoke, his cock grinding against your folds as he kissed you again, your arms pulling him tight to your body and legs wrapping around his waist.

“You wanna know a perk that comes with being in a serious relationship?” He mumbled against the skin of your cheek as he kissed his way to your ear. Your body was covered in chills as he spoke, a guttural moan spilling from your lips in response. “Means you can feel me raw like you’ve been begging for.”

“I haven’t been begging—“ He pulled away to give you an amused raise of his eyebrow to challenge your lie, your cheeks flushing pink. “Okay, I’ve been begging. Do you want me to beg again? Or are you going to stick it inside me and fuck me like you love me?”

He wiped your smirk away with his cock pressing deep inside your wetness, your jaw going slack as you kept your eyes locked with his. “I do love you.”

“Oh, fuck.” You whined as he drew his cock out and slid back inside, your nails digging into his back as you kept him flush against you. Javier grunted as his thrusts sped up, hips snapping against yours so loud that his father definitely hear all the way across the hall. He was fucking you breathless, and when you opened your mouth to speak, his thrusts interrupted your sentence. “Oh—fuck—yes—I—love—you.”

“My dad’s not gonna be happy in the morning,” he chuckled in your ear as the bed creaked with the weight of his thrusts. “We should wake up early and cook him breakfast as an apology.”

“W-we?” You asked through his thrusts, earning another chuckle.

“He should meet the girl I’ve been sneaking in through the back door all summer, don’t you think?” His hand slid between your bodies, hardly enough room to do much, but he still managed to stroke at your clit. Your grip tightened around his back as your orgasm began to build, Javier’s teeth biting at your earlobe. “You love me, cariño?”

“I love you, Javier.” You nodded as your face remained buried in the crook of his neck. He groaned at the sound of your confession, his hips working deeper and fingers strumming faster. “I’m going to cum, Javi, baby. Please…please!”

“Cum for me, cariño,” he growled in your ear, his knees sliding against the sheet as he struggled to continue at his brutal pace. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

“F-fuck! I’m…oh my god!” You started to cry from the force of the orgasm, your body shaking as your mind went blank with pleasure. Javier didn’t last even a minute after feeling you squeeze him, spilling inside of you with another animalistic growl straight into your ear.

“Mi bebita, te quiero mucho.” He kissed your cheek and buried himself to the hilt, your head nodding as you remained completely fucked out in his embrace. He pulled away after feeling one of your teardrops on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, that was just really good.” You chuckled as he wiped your tears away. “I think it would be really nice if we made your dad an apology breakfast. But I can’t promise I won’t have red cheeks the entire time with the knowledge that he’d heard me getting absolutely wrecked by his son.”

Javier laughed at that, his lips pecking yours before he pulled out and laid down beside you, cuddling you close. “He’s probably going to be just as red as you, baby.”

“And you?”

“I’ll be too busy with my thrown out back to blush.” He grunted and reached to hold his lower back, the area hot and tense. With a chuckle you urged him to lay on his stomach, your thighs straddling his as you started to massage him. He let out a thankful moan at the feeling of your hands against his sore muscles. “I warned you that night at the bar, do you remember?”

“Hey, you made it three months without throwing your back out. I think that’s something to be proud of.” You leaned over and kissed in between his shoulder blades. “I’m glad you forgave me.”

“I’m glad I did too, cariño.” He hummed, a smile forming in his face. “Now get back to work.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[hinasakuino]

Belaud

18+ :) minors & ageless blogs dni, established relationship, Nanami x Reader, Female embodied reader, oral (male & fem receiving), slight dirty talk, reader is referred as baby/princess, Unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare & fluff (they say ily so many times but I’m not apologizing for that) (more notes at the end :) 3.8k words of fluff n smut :)

Nanami celebrates your birthday with you :)

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t self indulgent 😏

The sound of thunder made your eyes snap open, you sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you glanced at the time. It was almost 10 am, and the rumbling sound of thunder caused you to be more alert. You looked to your right and realized Nanami wasn’t in bed. You got up and walked to the wide windows to survey the sky, stopping to pull on his discarded shirt, you smiled as his scent flooded your senses, the other clothing on the ground a gentle reminder of the actions that took place the night before made you blush just a little bit.

The clear blue sky that greeted you and your Boyfriend yesterday was now replaced with the grey swirls of clouds, and harsh winds.There were small puddles on the ground, the telltale sign of rain letting you know it had already rained at some point last night. You knew there was a chance of more rain today but you were hoping the rain would hold so that you’d be able to enjoy a day at the beach and then a dinner with the love of your life under the stars but it seemed like the weather had other plans, that included souring your mood just a little on one of the happiest days of your life. Your birthday. You sighed and crossed your arms just as a bolt of lightning scattered in the sky. Stepping away from the window you sat down with your phone you began replying to birthday related messages.

“Princess are you awake?” You hear Nanami call from somewhere in the villa. There isn’t a door to the bedroom so you walk out, taking your phone with you and going to find him.

It wasn’t hard to find him, though the villa was big, the smell of food led you to your lover, plating breakfast. With his back turned towards you, shirtless and in his briefs you chuckled at the sight, in awe of him being able to cook a full course without burning himself, it was something you considered a talent.

“Happy birthday baby,” he says softly when you approach the marble island, leaning forward to steal a piece of fruit from the bowl on the tray.

“Thank you babe.” You say sweetly smiling at him, the taste of the blueberry bursts on your tongue and you try to reach for another one your stomach grumbles reminding just how hungry you actually were. Nanami slaps your hand away scolding you jokingly and makes you sit on the stool in front of the island.

He pushes the plate of food in front of you and walks around the counter to press a soft kiss to your forehead and then he wraps an arm around you hugging you tightly.

Your heart swells you have to admit it, you still couldn’t comprehend the fact that Nanami was able to convince you to take a two week vacation to Bali let alone pamper and treat you like a princess the entire time, so far this had been the best birthday ever and you hadn’t even gotten to his gifts.

Before you dive into the food, you snap a picture for the gram which Nanami rolls his eyes at, but you need to show everyone the beautiful spread he’s prepared, scrambled eggs to your liking with turkey bacon, three perfectly round pancakes with strawberry cut up into a heart and dots of whipped cream, with the bowl of fruit.

“You and your pictures,” he mutters, laughing when you pinch him.

“I also want everyone to see how lucky I am to have such an amazing boyfriend slash personal chef.” You say placing your phone down and taking a bite of the turkey bacon.

“Did you go to town or something for this? Or did the kitchen come stocked?” You ask curiously, he takes a sip of his coffee and sits on the stool next to you, you lean into him unconsciously, your body leaning on his warm chest.

“I paid extra for the workers to stock the kitchen.” He admits and you nod and offer him a bite but he declines, taking it upon himself to cut the pancakes in perfect triangles.

“How’d you sleep last night?” He asks, making small talk as he fed you the pancakes.

“Like a baby, that mattress has to come home with us, I was asleep within 5 minutes,” You exclaim.

“Yeah your snoring almost kept me up all night,” he says, making you push his shoulder.

“I do not snore!” You protest but he just chuckles.

“It’s okay princess, everyone snores, it’s perfectly normal especially since you’ve been working non stop. This vacation was much needed.” He stands and places another kiss to your head when you finish the fruit bowl, he places it in the sink and you start working on the eggs.

“Well yeah, bills gotta get paid,” you mutter and he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve said it countless times, if you let me—” he starts but you cut him off.

“Noooo!” You say, waving your hands and shaking your head no.

“Or even if you move in, it would reduce the stress of bills on you and you could focus on school,” he says the last part matter of factly but you ignore him and push your food around on the plate.

“I’d feel terrible if you did any of those things.” You shake your head no again, Kento doesn’t say anything, and a comfortable silence sits between you two. Your phone vibrates signaling a call but you ignore it, focusing your attention to Kento who’s now rubbing your exposed thigh.

“You should answer that.” He says, closer now, he rests his head on your shoulder, his hand moves high, resting on your inner thigh. You shake your head no, finishing up the eggs, you down the apple juice he’s placed on the tray and turn forwards him.

“Seriously, thank you Ken,” You say, your hand rubs his cheeks affectionately and he hums leaning into your touch.

“I wish it wasn’t about to rain,” you say looking at the sky from the large windows in the kitchen.

“I wanted to swim,” Nanami says, sighing. “Since you’re Queen for the day, what shall we do your highness?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You sigh and shrug just as you hear the pitter patter of rain coming down.

“Guess Hiking is out of the picture,” you joke. “We can just watch a movie, and if it’s not raining later we can get dinner, but honestly if it rains all day and we don’t get out I’ll be fine, we’re in Bali that’s a good enough gift already.” Nanami makes a noise in disagreement but doesn’t say anything.

“Speaking of gifts though,” He stands and runs to the room, and then comes back with two small bags and three boxes.

“No, I can’t accept that.” You immediately stand but he’s already placed the gifts down and pulls an envelope from behind his back placing it on top of the boxes.

“Go ahead, open them,” he encourages, smiling. So you do, starting with the envelope. Your name is written on the front in Kento’s perfect handwriting. Inside is a pink card with white flowers decorated on the front, you open the card, and read over the short paragraph he’s written inside, smiling as you do.

“This is so sweet Ken, I love you.” You say, a watery smile setting on your face.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just ditch the card and take the gift cards.”

“Please if you’re admitting how madly in love you are with me, I’m going to want to read that first but ooh gift cards?”

You go through the five gift cards, one for a local coffee shop that you go to on your way to work, one for target Nanami laughs when you see the amount, knowing there’s a chance you’d still call him because you went over budget, he knew you loved your shopping and the other three are for makeup and clothing stores.

“Now onto these,” He hands you the bags first. You feel your face heat up as he watches you take the paper out tossing them on the counter.

“Kento! Shut up!” You shout, pulling out a smaller red box, the gold lettering glitters under the lights and you open the box excitedly, squealing when you see the white gold band and matching bracelet. You close the box and hug it to your chest.

“I was saving to buy this,” you say breathlessly looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“I know, I saw it on your board.” He says, you hold your hand over your heart when he mentions your vision board.

“Check the other box out,” He nudges you and your eyes go wide.

“There’s more?!” You exclaim he nods and smiles watching you pull out two smaller red boxes.

The first box is a matching ring to the bracelet, and the second box is earrings, they look similar to the bracelet and the earrings but the earrings have four four diamonds on the hoops.

You put the gifts on the counter and stand to wrap your arms around his lean frame, he accepts the hug, pulling you closer as you sniffle in his side.

“This is the best birthday ever and I don’t care that it’s raining, I love you so much.” You sob, voice muffled in his chest. You feel him shaking with laughter and look at him.

“You have more to open,” you nod and go to the second bag, doing the same thing with the paper, you laugh, it’s an iPad, he knows you’ve been hanging onto that cracked one at home for years but you were too attached to ever let it go. Alongside the iPad are accessories.

You move on to the boxes, smiling when you see that they’re heels, one pair is black with the gold YSL lettering going down the heel, the second is an open toe Jimmy Choo heel also in black and the last pair is from Jimmy Choo as well, this time in silver.

“Do you like them?” He asks, smiling as you inspect the heels one pair at a time, it doesn’t take you long to try them on, you determine the YSL are the prettiest of them all and begin modeling them for Kento.

“I love them so much. I love you so much, I can’t believe you got these for me,” you stop in front of him, the added height has you eye level with his lips, without warning you press against him, kissing him soft and slowly.

He reciprocates almost immediately, his hands going to your hips pulling you firm to his chest. Your body reacts immediately, you sigh into his kiss, melting in his arms as you let his expert lips take over.

“Mmh.” You break the kiss to catch your breath and look at him through hooded eyes.

“No princess, if we continue then how will we get you to dinner later?” He smirks at your pout and presses his lips to your so softly it has your knees buckling. He chuckles and let’s you go, you fall back lightly on the sofa, still wearing the heels, you trace your foot up Nanami’s bare leg seductively, he stops you before you can reach your foot to his bulge.

“C’mon Princess, don’t be like that, there’s still a secret room you’ve yet to discover,” he smiles as your eyes glint with excitement.

“Okayyyyy, but you have to carry me,” You say jokingling as you get up but without question, Nanami picks you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulders and into the bedroom.

******

Unfortunately the rain remained a threat that ruined your birthday dinner plans. Nanami still made it up to you, allowing you to play dress up and take pictures with you to post when you got back from vacation. You decided to keep the last outfit on, a black velvet dress that stopped mid thigh. You still wore the heels he had gotten you, as well as the jewelry and watched as he cooked while music played softly on the speaker.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Nanami looks up from cutting vegetables and smiles.

“Something on your mind beautifu?” He asks, he slides the carrots into the pan and starts working on chopping up potatoes.

“No, I’m just in love right now, the rain might’ve ruined the day but you saved it, and I’m just so grateful for you, I haven’t enjoyed a birthday in so long,” you smile dreamily at him, you don’t miss his face turning a pink shade, as he talks.

“Oh love, I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself,” He wipes his hands on the towel then walks around to give you a kiss, reassuring and sweet, calming any negative thought you were reliving.

“If you keep rubbing me like that I might burn the food,” he says against your ear, you pretend not to hear him and continue running your hand along the length of his already hard dick. It always amazes you how easy it is for you to turn him on.

“Someone once said let it burn,” you tease, giggling when he nip at your ear.

“Soon my love, let me finish dinner, and after that I’m all yours,” he kisses you again this time more passionate and enough to have you squirm in your seat as you feel an ache settling in your cunt. You whine when he pulls away.

“So needy today.” He jokes, he goes back to cutting celery and you pout begging the heavens above to speed up time.

*****

Full on love and food you find yourself undressing into your swim suit, the rain had stopped, the sun was setting and you were going to spend a romantic evening in the hot tub with your lover it was almost too perfect of a way to end your day.

Nanami watches you from the sliding door, and you make it a point to tie the bathing suit bottoms slowly so that he could get a glimpse of your ass knowing it would be the first thing he’d rip off of you. You do the same with the bikini top, adjusting the triangles so they covered your nipples. When you were done putting on a show for him, you skipped happily out of the door and dipped a toe into the water. It was warm and inviting, Nanami helps you in, though the hot tub is spacious, he pulls you to his lap.

You’re on him immediately kissing a path from his collarbone to his neck, careful not to go crazy with marking him.

His hands grope the fleshy part of your ass and push you down on his erection, you moan against his neck, he was finally giving you want you wanted.

“Ken,” you breathe against his ear, a groan escapes his lips, and he lets his hands wander to grab one of your tits, he easily bypasses the swimming top and pulls at your nipple loving the way you gasp against him. You try to keep up with him, tugging the back of his hair just like he likes but fail miserably when he sucks your nupple into his moth, expert tongue rolling and licking the bud until you’re whining against him.

“Ken please,” you moan, he lets out a throaty chuckle and raises his head.

“What’s up princess?” He asks, sucking a love bite to your shoulder.

“Touch me please,” you beg, you meet his lips, kissing hungrily, devouring his taste, he matches your pace, a hand slots in the back of your hair tugging you back so that he controls the kiss, his tongue slips past your own, relishing in your taste.

Nanami breaks the kiss, he’s not against hot tub sex but he thinks of you far too precious to be taken in a place many others have done it. You protest when he makes you stand, he steps out first so you don’t miss the tent his dick makes in his swim trunks, he offers you a hand, practically yanking you out of the hot tub and back into the room.

You’re in sync, taking off his swim trunks just as he unties your top, before he can stop you, you sink to your knees and kiss across his abdomen, then the patch of smooth skin above his cock.

“Princess, you don’t have to,” Kento starts but you’re already kissing the tip of his dick, silencing the words in his throat. You smile at him mischievously, before incorporating your hands, you palm his balls, and spit on his cock, running a hand up and down his length slowly, he moans loudly, his hands lifting and going back to his side as if he wants to touch you but can’t.

You suck the tip in, and grab one of his hands to press to the back of your head, he lets out a shaky breath and pushes your head down his length, stopping when he hears you gag, you go further, wanting to please Kento.

“Just like that baby girl,” he huffs out, you bob your head up and down, making sure to deep throat him everytime you take him back in your mouth. He sighs and gathers your hair in one hand, and holds your jaw, he pumps his cock in your mouth slowly watching as your eyes pool with tears. He grunts when he feels himself in your throat, your throat constricts just a bit making his legs shake and he pulls away letting the head of his cock rest against your lips. You plant open mouth kisses on him until he’s pushing you back, and then pulling you up.

“Bed now,” he huffs, you chuckle but climb up lazily, laughing fully when Nanami pushes you flat on your stomach. His hands caress your thighs, then your ass, he stops to pull your bottom up, making your arch your back for him.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, you feel his breath fanning over your exposed backside, you hide your face in your hands when you feel him trace your sex with his finger, the wet bottoms sticking uncomfortably to you. You whine and kick your foot at his teasing, he simply slaps your ass leaving a sting to ripple through the cheek.

“Behave.” He says in warning, and unties your bikini bottom just as slowly as you tied them up and when he finally takes them off you thrust back inviting him to take you.

He kisses your cunt, so soft and warm, you feel a gush of wetness sticky between your thighs, that he licks up with no problem, he moans into your pussy, the vibrations go straight to your clit and you can’t stop yourself when you reach behind to push his face further into you cunt, it’s what he wants you to do, he loves letting you take your pleasure from him just as much as he loves giving you pleasure.

“Ken, please,” your whine is muffled by the pillow but he obliges you, licking into your velvet walls, suckling on your puffy clit and tracing a finger teasingly down your slit.

He slips his finger in, and you shudder, the ache in your cunt finally being relieved, he can’t help smirking as he watches you come undone just from one finger.

When he feels your pussy squeezing tightly, he groans, and needs to be inside you, you whine at the loss of his finger but quickly moan when you feel him pressing the head of his dick into your wetness.

“Fuck princess you’re always so tight for me,” He groans, your pussy is hypnotizing to him, pulling him in, squeezing perfectly around his dick he groans.

“It feels so good Ken, so good baby,” you moan, you push your hips back to meet his thrust, he grips both of your hips and moves you up and down his length until your muffled cries turn into long drawn out moans and sobs of curses mixed with his name.

He reaches around, his hand finds your puffy clit, aching and needy as he pounds into you.

“Ken baby that feels so good, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your hips buck backwards you fit so perfectly under him, and the way you’re squeezing his cock has him teetering on the edge of cumming but he refuses, wanting to feel your pussy milk his cock first.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, you wanna be a good girl for me baby?” He taunts, his words going straight to your core. You whimper but nod, you feel that first wave of your orgasm pushing you over the brink, you close your eyes tightly, your hand grips Kento’s arm as you try to stop him from overstimulating you but he doesn’t stop, instead he plows into you faster, chasing his own relief, he grunts loudly, and you feel his cock jumping in you, warm liquid fills your cunt you can feel the mixture leaking out of you.

Nanami falls on your back, covering you fully. You stretch as much as you can and feel yourself relaxing as he kiddies the back of your neck and shoulders.

“Happy birthday princess.” He kisses your temple and smiles when you push him. You whimper when he pulls out, the loss of his cock in you leaves you throbbing, you smile guiltily at him as he pulls you in for a hug, you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and climb in his lap.

“Already baby?” He asks and you smile, nodding as you align his cock with your entrance, you sink down slowly smirking at the way he throws his head back.

“You’re insatiable.” He groans, squeezing your hips as you bring yourself up and back down creating a slow bouncing rhythm. He’s sensitive, you can tell from the way he bites his bottom lip, but he’s also close to another orgasm so he lets you ride him until you’re both cumming, he holds you down and thrusts his hips up, pushing his cum deep inside.

It’s almost 1am when you’re finally unable to move, Kento has to carry you to the tub, let’s the warm water unravel the knots of tension in your back, he does give you one more orgasm and it’s so sudden that you cling to him in the waters, seeing stars afterwards.

“No more please,” you mumble into his chests, he laughs as he drags the loofah across your back.

“Okay no more,” he agrees.

You let him continue washing you off, you’re pretty much dead to the world when he transfers you to the bed, but you do hear when he whispers how much he loves you before you doze off to sleep.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

starting a new piece of media thats on half of my mutuals DNI’s so i have to exclusively talk about it irl to my roommate

19 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#4

Some fruit from the kitchen, Gouache on watercolor paper, 2022.

23 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#3

i can find so many articles about how you shouldn't use wd40 as lube, but no one on the internet is telling me if I can lubricate my pocketknife with normal lube in place of wd40 or not. i thought you could google anything

34 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#2

the worst part of being a human and not a cat is i will never get to attacka kill attack bite slash bite meow hiss hunt claw bite attack attack maim kill stalk attacka purr hunt hunt hunt pounce kill

70 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

452 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

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