Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
summary: Inherently, a story of devotion. Of love at first sight and, as often times happens, the journey to find oneâs self within the space that may exist between two souls learning one another while learning themselves as well. A story of loss, love, triumph, betrayal, struggle. A college aged Jake Kiszka finds himself in love, and lost within that, while navigating a budding career as a musician.
A/N this is a cowrite with @moonlightisdancing
A/N 2 many taboo topics are discussed within this story, while not readily in this chapter. A list of resources has been made if you or someone you know is struggling. Please remember all of you is celebrated and welcome here.
warnings 18+-minors DNI!!! Extreme portrayals of grief, sadness, despair, neglect, self neglect, implications of ED, dissociation, care giving, care giver, insomnia, sleeplessness, crying, death, talk of death, fighting/arguing, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex f! Receiving, oral sex m! Receiving, cheating, trauma, public sex, public sexual acts, underage drinking, smoking, drug use, marijuana use, threesome,
Chapter 13 âwhen I knew loves perfect acheâ
November 11, 2017
Jakes POVÂ
Your phone rang in your pocket as you placed the guitar back onto the stand it had resided on. Youâd been playing it for the last forty minutes, trying to get a real feel for the tone it produced before making your mind up. With now empty hands, you pulled your phone from your pocket and glimpse down at the screen as you hit the unlock button just once so it would light up.Â
Josh.Â
You declined the call and pocketed your phone again, squatting down in front of the guitar and looking it over once more. âWhen was the back repaired?â You perked an eyebrow up at the shop owner as he crossed his arms over his chest. He went about explaining when and who had made the repairs, your phone vibrating in your pocket once again. You stood, slipping your hand in your pocket and discreetly hitting the lock button to decline the call again, knowing without looking that it would be Josh.Â
âIt plays like new, rich tone. Iâm honestly surprised you noticed the repairs,â the owner said.Â
âYeah well, Iâm a pro-,â your phone began vibrating again, distracting you from finishing the sentiment. âSorry, I need to take this,â you huffed, annoyed that he had called you so many times in a row.Â
âWhat?â You answered his call with a harsh tone, irritation dripping from your words as you walked away from where the shop owner and your friend Zac stood.Â
âHey, Jake. I-I need you to come home.âÂ
âIâll be back later dude, Iâm busy,â you sighed, running a palm over your face. He was so annoying sometimes.Â
âNo. NOW Jake. Itâs important. Itâs SGâŚâ he trailed off, taking a breath before rambling on about something but you didnât hear his words. You were already hanging up, rushing back to where the two men stood and apologizing before leaving quickly. Whatever was wrong had to be serious, but youâd not given a moments thought to listening. If SG needed you, you had to get to her. Luckily youâd met Zac at the guitar shop, leaving you able to drive home without worrying how heâd get to where ever he was going. And sure, the small music store had been across town from the apartment, a good twenty minute drive through light traffic, but youâd managed to make it there in less than that. Your parking job wasnât your best, but whatever. You didnât care as you bound up the stairs and into the apartment frantically.Â
âJosh?â You called out, stepping instinctively toward the hallway. No sooner did you step into the narrow space when you heard her sniffles, looking to your right to peer into the bathroom where she sat on the floor crying. Oh no. What happened? Your heart, already thumping wildly in your chest from running so quickly up the stairs, began working even harder as you entered the small space. Josh was on his feet already, a look you couldnât quite read on his face. You glanced past him to where Y/n sat, forehead touching her knees as she cried. In her hand, what you could very clearly identify as a pregnancy test clutched in her fist.Â
Fuck.Â
She couldnât actually be holding a pregnancy test though, right? You had been really careful. Well, okay not that careful. In truth youâd been raw-dogging it since the day she had told you she had gotten that implant thing, almost two years ago now. And you hadnât so much thought about any type of consequence because you thought the two of you were protected with just that.Â
âWhatâs that?â You inquired as you bent down to be closer to where SG sat, your left hand brushing over her calf muscle before ghosting up toward her face, intent on seeing her pretty face because at current it felt like she was definitely trying to hide from you. Cupping her jaw, you gently guided her into looking up at you, her eyes pooling with tears as her cheeks shone red from crying. Her nose mirrored the same rudy color, lips wet from the fallen tears.Â
âIâm so sorry Jake,â she choked out, her hand barely flicking out so you got a better look at what was absolutely a pregnancy test. A fucking positive one at that.Â
No, no no.Â
Fuck.Â
Your face felt very hot suddenly as Joshâs eyes narrowed down at you when your gaze flicked up to him briefly before he shook his head and left the two of you alone. Presumably to talk. But words had escaped you currently and all you could do, really, was stare with your mouth hanging open slack jawed for a beat.Â
âWhat is this, SG?â You repeated your previous question. Maybe playing fucking dumb as hell would change what you knew was happening.Â
You could hope, anyway.Â
âI. Iâm so sorry Jake. I donât. I just have been feeling so bad. And Josh suggested. And. And,â she was sobbing between her words, reaching up to the sink and grabbing at a second pregnancy test before holding them both out in her open palm to you.Â
Positive. Both of them. Four lines in total mocking you as you stared in real time, disbelief.Â
âNo, no SG this isnât really a funny joke you know.â You used the calmest voice you could, reaching out and taking one of the tests to inspect closer. It felt real. Looked it too from what you could tell, not that youâd ever even held a pregnancy test before.Â
âIâm sorry,â she repeated, sniffling loudly as you dropped the plastic test back to her palm. âI know you donât. I know this isnât what you want.âÂ
âYeah well.â You cleared your throat, standing and offering a hand out to her before helping her to her feet. âLetâs just..are you sure this is a positive result? Maybe two lines mean negative.âÂ
âJake,â Josh barked from outside the door, a clear warning for you to not be dumb.Â
âMaybe you took them wrong?â You took both tests from her, inspecting them both closely again before picking the box up from where it had been discarded in the sink and gave it a once over as well.Â
âI took them both as the package instructed, Jake,â she sniffled, moving to sit on the toilet lid. You eyed her from your peripheral, pretending to be reading the instructions on the back of the box yourself as her head hung. Deciding she likely hadnât taken them wrong, you huffed a heavy sigh before tossing the box with the tests into the trash can in a more aggressive manner than you had intended, the noise causing her to jump and gasp simultaneously.Â
âDamnit,â you groaned, pushing the hair out of your face and beginning to pace around the small bathroom space. âThis is going to mess up everything, fucking touring especially.â You werenât really talking to her, or anyone, just mumbling to yourself as you paced. Each lap around the bathroom saw you pacing further and further into the hallway until you were pacing up and down it. Still talking to yourself, trying to work out what this all meant for you because, in that moment, your career was all you could consider.
Selfish, selfish, selfish.
 âWeâre just getting started. I canât be a dad now, not and tour also. What the hell would I do, see a kid every few months? Take a kid on the tour bus?â You almost snorted at that idea, a tiny baby crying waking the guys up from their sleep. Never once stopping to consider SG and her future. Or her feelings. And your muttering wasnât an effort to sway her into doing one specific thing regarding thisâŚpregnancy. You really hadnât even lent a single thought to what it all meant for her, let alone how scared she probably was. You did, however, hear her pad from the bathroom and into her room but you only registered that when the door clicked shut and you were suddenly faced with Josh glaring at you.Â
âWhat the fuck, Jake.âÂ
âI know, Josh. What the hell am I supposed to do? How does the band tour with a baby? We donât. It wonât work.â Your voice grew louder as you spoke. Suddenly panicked, you continued on with your rapid fire thoughts. âIâm going to have to see if North Star will take me back, fucking find something with more stable hours here at home. We will have to cut back on touring so muchâŚâ you really didnât want to do that. âMight as well enjoy this next month of touring because itâll all change after that.âÂ
âJAKE.â Josh demanded your attention in a stern tone, reminiscent of your father when youâd get into trouble in high school. It startled you enough to pause your pacing and rambling, staring across the hall at him as your emotions finally read all over your face. Wide eyed, scared. Fear, plenty of it. Disappointment, in yourself mostly. Anger, again at yourself. At the situation. Not at Y/n though.Â
âWhat am I going to do, Josh?â You all but whispered then, your lower lip trembling slightly.Â
âFirstly, youâre going to calm the fuck down,â he spat, clearly unimpressed with how youâd handled things thus far. âSecondly, youâre going to go in there,â his arm shot out as he pointed a slender finger in the direction of SGâs bedroom. âAnd youâre going to hold that girl, because if you donât I will. Sheâs scared Jake, not just about what this means but that she just fucked your life up. And that youâll hate her.âÂ
Your face fell further, sadness creeping over you as you realized how she must be feeling. And how youâd made her feel with your reaction. âFuck me,â you mumbled, pressing the pads of your fingers into your closed eyes and rubbing aggressively. Finally, you gave Josh a resigned look, knowing he was right about how SG was likely feeling and what you needed to do in that moment. You couldnât let him go to her, she was your girl. At least in your heart, thatâs how you saw her. How you wanted her. Turning away from your twin, you padded down the hall quietly. Every step closer, it felt like your feet got heavier and heavier. Not that you didnât want to be near her, youâd gladly face this with her. But how could you explain your neglect for her and her feelings upon your immediate reaction? Could she even hold it against you how youâd reacted? Once at her door, you gave a gentle knock before grasping the knob and turning it as you pushed the door open. SG lay on her bed with her back to the door, shoulders shaking slightly as she continued to cry.Â
âBaby,â you sighed softly, stepping into her room and pushing the door shut. Crossing the short distance to her bed in three long steps, you kneed up onto the mattress and crawled up enough to lay behind her. At first, you draped your arm over her side, your hand splaying out over her stomach as you normally would. But it only took a second for the realization of what that gesture could now hold to set in and you moved it quickly down to tuck under her.
 âItâs going to be okay, SG,â you rasped, pulling her to your body. Even you didnât believe your words, you knew there was no way she would either. She took a ragged breath in before turning over in your arms, stopping once she faced you. The look she wore broke your heart.Â
âI, I can get an abortion,â she whispered, so quiet you probably wouldnât have actually heard her words if you hadnât been looking at her and paying attention. âI donât want to ruin your life, Jake.âÂ
âWhat?â You were taken aback by her offer, where five minutes ago you were worrying about what this meant for the band all you could consider now was how that idea had not crossed your mind at all. âNo, SG. Youâre notâŚâ you swallowed hard, quickly coming to terms with what this meant for you. For her. For Josh and Sam and Danny and all of your families even. âYouâre not ruining my life. This is our life, both of ours. Ultimately, itâs your body and your choice but you arenât ruining anything. Letâs justâŚI think itâs best we just start with a doctors appointment okay?â You watched her nod, eyes refusing to meet yours, before she tucked her face against your chest and huffed out a loud breath.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâll call and make an appointment at the clinic downtown.âÂ
âThatâs a good idea.â You held her gently against you as she went silent again, not entirely enveloping her in your warmth the same way you normally would. For a long while you both just laid quietly in her bed, your hand lightly rubbing her back until she eventually stopped crying.Â
âIâm sorry I ruined your day, Jake. I know you were busy looking at guitars today.â She eventually offered.
âYou didnât ruin anything,â you sighed again, tired of repeating the same sentiment though mostly just because the adrenaline that had coarsed through you from the time Josh called reporting something being wrong with SG to that very moment had left you spent. You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand before pressing a kiss absently to the top of Y/nâs head. After a brief moment of silence, which youâd grown accustomed to since youâd laid down with her, SG sat up and searched the bed for her phone. You watched through lidded eyes, lazily observing her frantic search until she pushed a hand under one of her pillows and pulled it out.Â
âWhat are you doing, my girl?â You watched as she typed something on her phone, chewing on her bottom lip absently as she paid no real attention to where you lay.Â
âLooking for the planned parenthood off of Cass Aveâs numberâŚâ she trailed off, her eyes visibly searching whatever was on her phone screen before she located the number she was desiring. For some reason, when she had said clinic youâd pictured a normal doctor's office. Somewhere inviting and warm, but planned parenthood? All you pictured was a cold room, which simply made you even more sad over the entire situation.Â
âUmmm, well the appointment would be to confirm pr-pregnancy,â her voice shook as she said it, breaking through your thoughts as you realized sheâd been having a full on conversation with someone on the other end of the phone while youâd laid there imagining the difference in doctors offices. âYeah,â she squeaked, eyes cutting to you before offering you the most half hearted smile youâd ever seen. âWednesday is good. 11:30? Yeah, I can do that. Oh, insurance?â SG sighed, looking away from you and down to the comforter covering her bed. âI donât really have any at the momentâŚyes I can pay a copay at time of visitâŚbilling the rest will be fine. Thatâs fineâŚ.okay, thank you.âÂ
âWhat did they say?â As if you hadnât been completely listening to her conversation for the last few minutes.Â
âI have an appointment this coming Wednesday, at 11:30. Theyâll do blood work to confirm. Thereâs a $100 copay the day of the visit and she said they can bill me the remaining $250.âÂ
âOkay, well I can take you. Unless you donât want me to. Either way Iâll pay half of the bill.â
âItâs okay, Strings. I mean, yes if you could take me please. But Iâll take care of the bill. Itâs my fau-.â Your hand shot up so fast, head shaking from side to side.Â
âDonât even finish that claim, we did this together. It wasnât just you.âÂ
âI know, Strings. I justâŚâÂ
âSpace Girl.â You gave her a stern look, no way was she going to get away with shouldering all the blame for something you had done together. âCâmon. Enough talk about whose fault what is. Lay down here with me.â You gestured for her to resume her previous position, watching as she eyed you momentarily before giving in and laying on her side next to you. âWhat made you decide to take that test? Why didnât you talk to me about that if you were worried?âÂ
âI woke up sick again, Josh came home to go to the grocery store with me since no one else is going to do the shopping,â she raised her eyebrows to you before smirking slightly. âHe suggested I take one because of the way Iâve been feeling.âÂ
âWhy didnât you call me, baby? I wouldâve come home to be here with youâŚâ you trailed off but it wasnât lost on you or her the way you kept your hands to yourself suddenly. Not that you were scared to touch her, and the shock itself was wearing off. But now you had this responsibility that you hadnât previously and things were feeling heavy. You knew by the look on her face that however youâd tried to relay the sentiment of being there with her when sheâd taken those tests, it hadnât come across at all convincing.Â
âJust didnât want to worry you. I didnât think theyâd be positive, Jake.âÂ
âWell.â You let the word linger there, sitting up enough to grab the throw she always kept at the foot of her bed and pull it up over the two of you.Â
â¨
November 14, 2017
SG
Your day had been so long and it wasnât even 3pm yet. For a Tuesday, the diner had been extremely busy during the breakfast rush. It hadnât helped that youâd opened, starting at 6am and then had a class after from 12-2. You were very tired, and still not feeling the greatest. You were hoping to grab a nap once you got home, your bed calling to you even from your car before youâd even climbed out of it once you parked outside the apartment. The trip from your car inside and up the stairs never took long, but the entire way had you planning out how youâd take a hot shower and put some comfortable sweats on before crawling into bed. You hoped Jake was home, knowing even though his car was parked right next to Joshâs that he could have gone out with a friend or something. And incase either he or Josh were asleep, you quietly unlocked the door and slipped into the apartment in silence.Â
Maybe you should have made more noise, because as you entered the hall you could hear the twins talking in Joshâs room. Jake's strained tone stopped you in your tracks, not wanting to eavesdrop but feeling almost like you couldnât move any further.Â
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to do, Josh? The label wants us touring again by March, so Iâm supposed to just miss out on most of the pregnancy? Miss the birth? Theyâre already booking shows through the summer into the fall.â
âI know, youâre just going to have to talk to the label and see what they can work out. Explain the situation to them,â Josh reasoned with his younger twin.Â
âAnd tell them what? I fucked up so now we either cancel tour or schedule shows around her due date? And then what?! Take a baby on the road with us? It wouldnât work, thatâs too much responsibility.â
âNo one said you had to bring a baby on the roa-.â You could hear Jake growl, cutting Josh off abruptly.Â
âAnd leave her here alone to raise a child? Sure. Let me be that much of a dick. Fuck.â Jake sighed heavily, the creaking of Joshâs mattress sounding out as one of them either stood from the bed or sat down on it.Â
âYou didnât fuck up.â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou said you fucked up. A baby isnât a fuck up. This baby. You canât think that way. If Y/n hears you saying thatâŚâ
âI know. I know,â he sighed again, resigning to the fact this was all presumably happening and happening quickly. âShe already offered to have an abortion. Whatever, I just. This is going to make touring a nightmare.âÂ
At that point, deciding you couldnât listen to any more of their conversation, you backed slowly out into the living room. Hoping they wouldnât hear you, you made for the front door and opened it before letting it slam shut.Â
âJake?â You called out, pretending as if youâd just arrived home but you knew even faking a smile today wasnât going to happen. Heâd spent the last few days assuring you that things would work out and be fine. Really, you were just stressing everyone else out.Â
âHey, SG,â you heard Jake call from the hall, standing close to Joshâs bedroom door as he watched you walk toward him. âYou got a second?âÂ
âUh, yeah, whatâs up Strings?â You stopped before him, steadying yourself in preparation for him to tell you the same things heâd said to Josh.Â
âItâs about your appointment tomorrow. I didnât even think about it at the time but we have a meeting with label and managementâŚâÂ
âOh,â you gave a nod, frowning slightly as you looked up at him. âWell, itâs okay. Itâs just the initial visit anyway. Like blood work and whatever. No big deal. I can, I can go myself. Your meeting is important so I hope it goes well.â
âWhat?â Jakeâs brows pulled together as he shook his head. âNo, baby I donât want you to go alone. I want to go to as many of these as I can with you, maybe you can reschedule it? The meeting just slipped my mind and Josh reminded me today is all.â Jake reached out and cupped your jaw lightly, watching as you leaned into it momentarily before pulling away.Â
âYeah, I can just go call now and reschedule it.â You excused yourself from the hall, hightailing it back to your bedroom with him following close behind. Jake stood awkwardly in the door way as you placed your bag near your desk and pulled your phone out, one hand raised to your mouth as you chewed on the tip of your thumb anxiously. You could feel his eyes tracking your every move as you paced your bedroom, finding the number in your recent call log and calling it once again.Â
âPut it on speaker,â Jake encouraged, clearly wanting to be a part of the entire thing. So, you did as he instructed and put your phone on speaker while he crossed the threshold into your room and plopped down on the bed. The automated messaging picked up, instructing you which number to dial for your specific call needs and you followed it, pressing the number 2 as Jake patted the bed next to him.Â
Youâd much rather pace, anxiety riddling your body as you waited but when he patted the bed a second time you sighed and crawled onto it to sit next to him.Â
âPlanned Parenthood Detroit, this is Ashley speaking how can I help you?â A way too cheerful voice blared out through the speaker, making you grimace. You felt anything but as warm and bright as she sounded.Â
âHi, my name is Y/n. Y/l/n. I have an appointment for tomorrow but I need to reschedule it,â you responded quietly, watching Jake settle back against the pillows at the head of your bed. You felt his hand circle your wrist loosely before he tugged on you gently, guiding you to lay back with him as Ashley spoke on the other end. Laying back, Jake slid his arm under your shoulders and pulled you to him until you were laying on your side tucked against him. It took several long moments for Ashley to locate your appointment and then inquire about which day would work best for you. After some back and forth between available appointments and your school and work schedule, with any potential meetings or practices Jake had going on, you finally had a new appointment date but it wasnât until after Thanksgiving the following week. Great. More time to wait and wallow in self pity and your own disappointment. You couldnât stop thinking about how upset dad would be with you.Â
How upset Karen was going to be. And Kelly. You wondered aloud if Jake had told his parents yet, not realizing youâd let the thought slip until he was responding.Â
âN-no. Not yet. I just thought we could tell them together, when we are ready.â From the sounds of it, the way his voice seemed so unconvincing from what he normally sounded like, you werenât sure he would ever be ready for that.Â
âOkayâŚâ
âDo you wanna take a nap with me?â He turned on his side so he was no longer looking up at the ceiling, facing you now as he tucked his arms between the two of you. One hand came up, the pad of his thumb dragging along your bottom lip before he leaned in and kissed you softly before you could even answer him.Â
âI was gonna shower,â you sighed into the space between the two of you. âI smell like bacon and maple syrup and work and class were rough todayâŚâÂ
âOh, well. How about after?âÂ
âYeah, of course,â you laid there with him for another few minutes before getting up and finding a clean pair of sweats and one of his tshirts before retreating to the bathroom. You thought for sure heâd follow you, so many times he had joined you in the shower for nothing more than spending the time with you. Washing your hair and body, loving on you tenderly. But it didnât happen this time, your shower feeling almost lacking and rushed in ways. You were eager to get back to bed to him, but hurt that he hadnât even tried to follow you. You took care to wash your hair quickly but thoroughly, shaving your legs and armpits because you hadnât had much energy recently to do so. You washed your face, your body and then moved from the shower to drying off. You brushed your teeth and hair, braiding it in two braids down your back so it wouldnât get tangled and then retreated back to your bedroom. Finding Jake still laying in your bed lazily scrolling his phone brought a smile to your face though. Quietly, you crawled back up on the bed and laid alongside him, pushing your feet under the blanket.Â
âHow are you feeling today, SG?â Jake didnât bother to look away from his phone, his thumb sliding along the glass screen of it to scroll on whatever app he was looking at.Â
âTired. Exhausted really.â
âDid you eat breakfast or lunch?âÂ
You didnât want to tell him no, but also lying wouldnât work with Jake anyway. The man saw through you any time you tried to fib even a little.Â
âWellâŚnot, really. No.âÂ
âY/n,â Jake sighed, locking his phone and turning on his side to face you. âSweetheart, you have to eat. Even when youâre feeling nauseous, I need you to try okay?â You would have told him youâd had a protein shake, because you had and it had at least stuck but he hadnât even given you time for that. âFor me and her,â he added, but it was so quiet you werenât sure thatâs what he actually said. Even so, if he did say that, youâd never divulged your dreams of a little baby girl to him. Jake saying âherâ felt like more of a fluke than anything else, it was far too early to even make assumptions. Right?Â
Anyway. You didnât want to mention him saying that, what if he hadnât? Maybe youâd made that part up, maybe you were hearing things. Deciding to let it go, you snuggled into him as he finally wrapped his arms around you tightly.Â
âLove you, Strings,â you ventured, hoping to hear him say it back as the last few days it had felt like heâd been a little distant. You couldnât help but let that bother you, even though you knew it was likely just a direct result of him beating his own self up for the predicament youâd both find yourselves in.Â
âLove you, princess,â he sighed sleepily, allowing enough space for you to turn onto the opposite side and push your ass back against his crotch. âMm donât start that, SG,â Jake mumbled, tightening his embrace once again as you both settled into the comfort of your bed.Â
â¨
Thanksgiving was two days away, which meant your appointment was three days away and since classes were done until after the holiday youâd worked a double. Tired from a long day at work, youâd made your way home hopeful that for once Jake and Josh would both be home. Theyâd been spending a lot of time with friends from Frankenmuth, and you couldnât blame them for that considering theyâd been touring so much. You felt like youâd barely seen Jake though, and you craved his warmth and his attention more than anything else. But neither of the twins were home when youâd arrived, a note on the counter in Jakeâs handwriting letting you know theyâd probably be out late.Â
At least heâd signed it âall my loveâ still, otherwise youâd be convinced he was avoiding you as if youâd put yourself in the predicament you were in. It didnât take long for you to order a pizza and make your way into a hot shower before it was delivered. One full play of The Princess Bride and three slices later, you felt like tucking into bed early would be a good idea. If you waited up, youâd likely just grow annoyed at how late they stayed out. You were also afraid that youâd end up nauseous again, as that had finally subsided but the pizza had been the first thing youâd had in a while that wasnât bland and easy on the stomach so to speak. It hadnât seemed to bother you, which was a great sign, so you crawled into bed with a book and got lost in another world. You mustâve dozed off at some point, because you woke abruptly to the sound of Josh shushing Jake very loudly.Â
âShut THE fuck up dude,â the older twin said loudly. âYouâre going to wake Y/n up!â They both giggled after, the noise from the pizza box being pulled open carelessly being heard also. Little thieves stealing the rest of your dinner, no doubt.Â
âFuck,â Jake drew, his tone lower than normal making it obvious he had been drinking. âGotta let the baby sleep.âÂ
The baby? You furrowed your brows, confused as to what he meant.Â
Evidently Josh was also.Â
âThe baby?â He spoke around a mouth full of pizza, moving about the front of the apartment noisily.Â
âYeah,â Jake again, closer than Joshâs voice so you figured maybe he was heading toward the hall. âSheâs my baby.âÂ
Aw, you couldnât help but smile to yourself.Â
âRight,â Josh snorted. âWell, go take care of your baby, weâve probably already woken her up.âÂ
Jake's footfall grew louder, closer to your door before you heard the door creak open further than it was. Jake shuffled in after, pressing it shut much louder than heâd intended.Â
âFuck,â he mumbled, stumbling in the dark toward your bed before crawling in behind where you laid. âSG.â You were sure he meant to whisper that, but he was so not succeeding and his mouth was so close to your ear now if you had been asleep still he would have scared you awake.Â
âJake?â You sighed, turning your head to look back at him.Â
âMm hi baby,â he breathed, smelling like heâd practically bathed in tequila. âWhy you not in my bed?âÂ
âYou werenât home,â you shrugged, because in your mind it was simple. He seemed to take offense to that though, huffing as he pawed his way under your blanket.Â
âMâhome now. Missed youâŚâ
âJake, are you drunk?â Well, duh. You knew he was. Questioning it sounded kind of stupid now, but whatever.Â
âNo,â he chuckled, snaking a hand under your shirt and around to your stomach. His large hand splayed out over your abdomen, calloused fingertips lightly rubbing the spot they laid. âMaybe a littleâŚâ he pressed against you, bringing his mouth real close to your ear again. âYou âmember that thing I do with my tongue,â he exhaled, nipping at your earlobe and causing you to gasp. The two of you had barely shared more than a few little pecks over the last week, his bold displays of affection now both caught you off guard and turned you on an incredible amount.Â
âWhat about it?â Your question was met with him pulling you onto your back as he climbed over you, using his knee to nudge your legs wide apart until he could rest between them.Â
âWanna do it,â he mumbled, pressing his wet lips to the skin on your neck and sucking gently. âWanna hear you beg for me to make you c-.â
âJake!â You cut him off, whimpering as his mouth made a trail of nips and licks over your neck as the soft hair of the mustache he had been letting grow in tickled your skin.Â
âMhmm jusâ like thaâ, yeah,â he drew, working his hand under your shirt at the same time and using his fingertips to trace patterns on your stomach. You couldnât help shiver at the light touch, a chill running up your spine as you did. It wasnât long before he had you bare of all your clothing, his mouth making a trail down the valley between your breasts and over your stomach. He had lingered just under your navel for a beat, his lips pressing soft kisses over the taut skin there before moving lower. When heâd reached his intended destination, face buried between your thighs with your heels digging into his back, his large hands gripped your hips tightly in an effort to hold you still and you simply knew thereâd be marks of black and blue come morning. Even drunk, his ability to have you panting and gasping his name was unmatched and it hadnât taken him very long at all to have you begging for him. Youâd ended the night on your knees before him, face buried in the mess of blankets and pillows as he marked and branded your thighs and ass cheeks with stinging smacks after each thrust into you. Okay. So drunk Jake liked to get a little aggressive, and you didnât so much mind it. Youâd have to make a mental note to not wear anything to Thanksgiving dinner that might ride up far enough to reveal the red welt his hand had left behind.Â
Thanksgiving day
Things had not been going as planned. After Monday night you had, yet again, barely seen Jake. You felt like you knew for sure he was with Josh the majority of the time, but you could never quite be sure. It felt lonely, hanging around the apartment without him even though you had grown used to that when they had been touring. Luckily, Pearl had been a great distraction and had spent extra time cuddling with you any chance she could. The only real time youâd gotten alone with Jake after Monday had come in the car on the drive up to Frankenmuth for Thanksgiving. You had been nervous to see his family, especially Karen, and he had tried to calm your worries by making small talk. It had all felt a bit forced though, and by the time youâd arrived at the Kiszka home you hadnât been too surprised when he had disappeared for several long minutes to the basement with his brothers. This had actually happened several times throughout the afternoon as you attempted to both help Karen in the kitchen and stay out of her way simultaneously. The smell of all the different foods mingling together hadnât done much for your already weak stomach, yet you felt obligated to help considering none of the guys were. Twice youâd had to excuse yourself to go to the restroom, dry heaving behind the closed door until your tummy calmed. You werenât sure you could handle actually eating anything, so when Karen announced it was time to eat and Jake and Sam reappeared suddenly, flanked shortly after by Josh you were hoping there wouldnât be much fuss over what you did or didnât eat. Jake knew you had been having trouble with your stomach, hell he fucking knew why, so youâd just assumed it wouldnât be an issue when youâd barely put anything on your plate. And then youâd headed to find a spot at the table, catching Jakeâs eye as you did and you just knew. Glossy eyes, reddened cheeks, he had been drinking. Again.Â
When had that happened? He was sober on the drive up, you knew because otherwise heâd have had you drive the car. In the basement with his brothers? Is that why heâd left you alone most of the afternoon? Because heâd rather get drunk than be around you?
Or was it that he had to be drunk to be around you? Both of those options set a bit of panic through you, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you took a seat and waited for Jake to find his way to you with his full plate. You felt reassured at first when heâd sat next to you, resting his hand over your thigh and running the pad of his thumb in circles against the material of your tights. Youâd barely even paid attention as Kelly spoke about how grateful he and Karen were to have everyone home for the holiday, or when everyone had begun to eat because all you could focus on was the way his hand was gripping at your inner thigh. You had barely noticed that Josh had sat next to Jake and Sam next to you even until Jake cleared his throat in an obvious attempt to get your attention. Snapping out of the daze youâd been in, hyper aware of his touch and little to nothing else, you met his eyes with curiosity.Â
âIs that all youâre planning to eat?â It was obvious he was trying to whisper, the low rasp in his voice the evidence of the whiskey heâd been drinking.Â
âI canât do all of the smells,â you whispered back softly, only loud enough for him to hear you, you hoped.Â
âYou need to eat more than that,â he responded, a forkful of potatoes being shoved into his mouth after.Â
âJake,â you pled quietly, hoping everyone elseâs conversation would drowned out the two of you bickering back and forth.Â
âSG. You have to eat. You havenât today.â You thought heâd leave it at that, move on to eating his own food even but the look in his eye had changed and his neck was red now too from the flush of the alcohol heâd consumed. âFor the baby at least.âÂ
No he didnât. Right? He wouldnât say that in such an obvious way, with the risk of his entire family hearing. Right? Because youâd agreed to only tell them once you were both ready and now sure as hell wasnât that time. You opened your mouth to protest. Question him? Something. But he cut you off with a low growl again. âYou have to eat for the baby at least, Y/n.â
You heard Sam huff next to you, grumbling out an âunbelievableâ as his fork clanked down to his plate.Â
Okay, so one Kiszka pissed off over space baby so far. Shit.Â
âJake,â Josh groaned, likely much louder than he intended. âYouâre drunk, dude, and youâre being a fucking asshole. Are you going to act like this when the baby comes, too?âÂ
Well, that had been loud as fuck, you were pretty sure even the deaf lady at the Meijer in Detroit heard his loud mouth in that moment.Â
âWhat?â You heard Karen croak, a sense of disbelief in her voice as all eyes turned toward where you and Jake sat now staring at Josh.Â
âFuck,â he mumbled, pressing his eyes shut momentarily.Â
âJosh,â Jake managed, at a loss for words as they glared at one another.Â
âJacob?â Kellyâs voice was lower and more serious than youâd heard in a long while, so you figured then that meant there were far more Kiszkaâs now upset over this baby than there were people excited or happy about it. You couldnât sit there with all of his family just staring at you. As if you had single handedly ruined all of his dreams. All of their dreams. And you had, hadnât you?Â
Thatâs how it felt.Â
âY/n?â Karen asked then, moving on to you since neither Jake nor Josh had acknowledged her nor Kelly.Â
âIâŚIâmâŚâ
âI KNEW you would ruin everything,â Sam finally huffed, crossing his arms across his chest as he sat back in his chair and turned his face toward you. âI even told him you would find a way to-.â
âSamuel,â Karen, Kelly and Josh said in unison, Jake heaving out breath after breath next to you. With him not saying a damn thing, Karen and Kelly looking hurt and disappointed at you and Samâs obvious anger, you couldnât take any more. Standing abruptly as you pushed your chair from the table, you mumbled an âIâm so sorryâ before running from the kitchen and up the stairs to Jake and Joshâs old shared bedroom. You found yourself alone there, crying silently as you wrapped your arms around your torso.Â
Why hadnât Jake said anything during that entire ordeal? And where was he now, having another drink? You knew that thought was hardly fair, if the roles were reversed you'd be just as stressed over this as he seemed to be. Laying down on his old bed, you curled up as much as you could, sniffling as more tears fell.Â
âThis isnât right,â you whispered to yourself, referring to the timing of everything. The fact that there was no happiness surrounding this baby, seemingly. The fact that everyone seemed to unanimously think youâd ruined Jakeâs career.
Curling into yourself more, you cried until your eyes felt puffy and unable to produce any more tears. Unsure of how long that had been, youâd gone over just about every option in your head for what to do and had decided in haste that the entire Kiszka family probably hated you at this point. You fell asleep at one point, but you couldnât pinpoint for how long because when youâd opened your eyes again, you were still alone in the darkness of the room. There had been no use turning a light on when youâd entered, and now it felt silly to get up and turn it on anyway. You heard the door creak open after being in that room alone for some time, Jake noisily padding in and pushing it shut.Â
âSG,â he spoke as he moved toward the bed, pausing long enough to kick his shoes off you assumed before climbing up onto the bed and laying behind you. You sniffled as he shifted around, a new wave of tears threatening to spill over now that his presence was so close again. âHey, donât cry.â You knew he was just trying to comfort you, likely feeling bad for not saying shit back in the kitchen.Â
âIâm not. Iâm fine,â you lied, flinching away from his touch initially as he laid a hand against your hip.Â
âBaby,â his voice was low still, his body snuggling closer as his hand settled again on your hip. âIâm sorry Josh blurted it out like that.âÂ
âNo big deal,â you shrugged slightly, tucking both of your hands up under your chin.Â
âBut it is, youâre upset. He shouldnât have done that.âÂ
âWell maybe,â you began, trying to ignore the way he seemed to hug himself to you. You could still smell the alcohol on his breath, so he had either been drinking since youâd left the kitchen or had just drank that much to begin with. âBut have you considered Iâm not upset over what he said. Iâm upset over how youâve been acting? Or maybe over the way everyone reacted when he said it? I feel like they all think I just got pregnant on purpose to ruin your life or something.âÂ
âNo one thinks that,â he mumbled, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you closer. Each time he snuggled closer you tried to flinch away, wrapping yourself in such a tight ball you were uncomfortable.Â
âIf no one thinks that, then why canât you be around me without drinking?â And then silence, Jake breathing heavily in your ear as he thought about how to answer.Â
âJust complicated, SG.â He finally replied and thatâs what he gave you? Unbelievable. Again you both lay in silence until he moved his hand up and curled it around one of yours, pulling it away from your face and bringing it down to rest along over your stomach. He guided both your hand and his to lay flat there, palms pressed against your belly as he nudged his nose against your ear. âMâsorry it seems that way.âÂ
In response, you moved his hand from where it lay. Entirely uncomfortable with that touch today, you pushed his hand to rest over your hip again.Â
âLemme love on mâgirls, baby,â he sighed, moving his hand back to where it had been pressing against your stomach.Â
âI donât really want to be touched right now.â It wasnât a lie, per se. You didnât want to be touched the way he was touching you, it wasnât helping the way you felt. You wanted to forget about what was going on currently, not be reminded of it every time he touched you. Jake sighed, hurt thinking you didnât want him to touch you at all, and moved enough to give you space.Â
Dannyâs pov
Thanksgiving this year had been quiet, and honestly a little bit boring. Of course, seeing your family was great and Momâs cooking was always delicious but you were tired of watching the same movie you watch every year with your sister and cousins. It wasnât even that late, but you honestly felt like you could go to sleep if something exciting didnât happen. Josie had just paused the movie to get everyone drink refills when your phone rang. It was probably Sam, his text at dinner telling you Josh had spilled the beans and now everyone knew that Y/n was pregnant. Youâd choked on your bite of turkey, excusing yourself for a minute to calm down. What did that mean for the band? For Jake, you knew he was probably freaking out. And for Y/n, you wondered how she was doing in her position. All you had managed to text back was âdamn, why am I the last to knowâ before rejoining your family. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you saw her name scroll on the screen as your eyes widened.Â
âHello?â You asked once youâd accepted the call and brought the phone up to your ear as you stood from the couch and left the room.Â
âDaniel?â She questioned softly, a sadness to her voice.Â
âHey, yeah, whatâs up?â Was she having a fight with Jake? Usually she didnât call you, hell or even text. Not that you expected that much of her, the two of you were friendly but not close and sheâd only really messaged you a few times when you were on tour and those times had always been to check on Jake.Â
It was always about Jake.Â
âSorry to bother you, I wasnât sure who else to call. Youâre not busy are you?â Why was she whispering? You could tell she was walking as she spoke, hushed tones of course and then a door shutting.Â
âNot really, whatâs up?â Should you tell her you knew her secret? Nah, not yet.Â
âIâŚJake is passed out and I just really want to go home. I was going to ask Josh but everyoneâs been drinking. I know Detroit is like two hours, itâs. Nevermind. I shouldnât have bothered you, itâs a holiday and youâre with your family.âÂ
âHey, Y/n itâs not a big deal. You need a ride? Iâm bored as hell anyway, we are watching Jim Careyâs The Grinch and Iâve seen it like eight hundred times at this point.â You heard her laugh lightly for a moment, a sound youâd really come to enjoy any time she hung out with the entire band. âI can drive you home if thatâs what you need?â Why were you volunteering to drive two hours away for Jakeâs girl-was she even his girlfriend? No, he had insisted plenty of times they werenât together like that, whatever that meant. You were pretty certain it just meant Jake was a dumbass or a coward, because how could he not want to make her his girlfriend? He probably would now that she was pregnant, right?Â
âAre you sure Daniel? I would hate for you to put yourself out.âÂ
âIâm positive, Iâll pick you up in five okay?â Hanging up, you rushed to grab your car keys, mumbling to Mom about hanging with friends on your way out before youâd found yourself speeding toward the Kiszkaâs house. Y/n was standing outside when you pulled up, an oversized cardigan on over a short dress. Where the hell was her coat?Â
âHi, thank you,â she sighed, sliding into the passenger seat once youâd stopped and she had pulled the door open. You waited for her to get situated, shut the door, and put her belt on before pulling away from the curb and speaking.Â
âWhereâs your coat lady? Itâs freezing outâŚâÂ
âThink I left it on the couch in the apartment because I didnât have it on the drive up,â she gave a shrug, crossing her legs and turning toward you just slightly. âSo you donât like The Grinch?â
âOh I love the cartoon, but Iâve seen the live action movie plenty. Plus, you needed a ride. Iâd rather spend the time with you.â You both sat in silence then, you acutely aware of what you had said and her looking curious as to what you really meant. âAnyway,â you finally cleared your throat, driving toward the highway. âSo Jake was passed out huh?âÂ
âYeah,â her arms crossed over her chest as she studied your profile in the glow of oncoming traffic. âHe got drunk before dinner, some shit happened and yeah. I dunno.âÂ
âYeahâŚSam messaged me, Y/n-.â
âUgh, of course he did. Do you hate me now, too? Because all of the Kiszkaâs do.â You heard the sadness in her voice, the way she looked away from you. How could anyone hate her?Â
âNah, no one hates you. Least of all me. And I know Jake doesnât. Samâs angry, mostly because we have so many shows scheduled already.âÂ
âFeels like they all hate me. I donât think anyone noticed me leave.â
âDid youâŚleave a note for Jake or something?â
âYeah, itâs whatever. Anyway.â
âAnywayâŚhow, um how far along are you?âÂ
âI donât really knowâŚmy appointment is tomorrow.â
âOh,â you furrowed your brows, eyes darting over to glance at her before returning to the road. âHow do you know youâre pregnant then?â
âWell. Iâve been sick. I took a test last week and it was positive.â
âMaybe it was wrong?â
âThe second one was positive, too.âÂ
âOh.â The rest of the drive was quiet, minus a few times you heard her sniffle. She watched the road out her window, a clear indication in your mind at least that she was probably crying and didnât want you to know. You werenât sure what to say, so you said nothing and just drove until you reached their apartment. You parked next to her car and killed the engine, jumping out to race around and open her door before she could. She gave you a shy smile at the gesture, walking in step with you all the way inside and up the stairs until reaching their apartment door.Â
âDo you want to come in for a bit? Itâs kind of a long drive backâŚâ she offered, her head nodding toward the door before she fumbled with her keys and unlocked the knob.Â
âYeah, sure.â You followed her inside, moving out of the way so she could shut the door.Â
âMake yourself at home, Iâm just gonna change real quick.â Nodding, you made your way to the couch and sat down, looking around the space. She had definitely been the one keeping up on decorating and cleaning, her touch was evident everywhere you looked. You wondered what it felt like to be Jake, to have someone love you so much and either be clueless to it or careless with it. She deserved better, that much you knew. It wasnât very long before she had emerged from her bedroom down the hall, oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts on.Â
âHey, you wanna watch a movie or something?â She was already plopping down onto the couch next to you, looking much less upset than when you had walked in.Â
âWe can for sure,â you agreed, watching as she grabbed the remote and flipped the tv on. After several minutes of playfully bickering about what movie to watch, youâd settled on Step Brothers. It was about twenty minutes in when you noticed her moving around a lot, obviously trying to get more comfortable than the way the two of you were sitting allowed.Â
âDamn,â she sighed, tucking her feet up under her as her eyes remained on the screen.Â
âYou good?âÂ
âNo, uncomfortable as fuck actually. Iâve been working so much and my back is killing me. I donât think it helped that I wore heeled boots today.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you frowned, wondering how to make it better. âYou could lay down and put your feet in my lap if you want?â
âThanks DanielâŚwould you maybe be comfortable watching the rest of the movie in my room? My bed is pretty roomy.âÂ
It didnât take much convincing for you, you heard yourself agreeing enthusiastically without pause and then she was turning the tv off and standing to lead you back to her room. Youâd never been in her bedroom, really youâd had no reason to have been. Firstly, Jake had laid any and all claims to her before youâd even met her. And secondly, you two werenât that close. However, you werenât surprised at the organization or the decoration, it fit her completely and she had been telling the truth about her bed. It was roomy enough that you both comfortably could lay side by side, propped up on the pillows without touching unless you chose to.Â
God did you want to.Â
Most of the movie was spent in silence, one or both of you laughing here and there. You noticed the longer the movie went on the more comfortable she grew until she had settled on her side, almost curled up against you. You had gotten comfortable too, eventually moving to your side also which left you both looking directly at one another when you werenât focused on the movie. Eventually, the movie simply became background noise as you both talked.Â
âSo my dad drops the entire pan of mac and cheese and my mom is yelling because thereâs noodles and cheese everywhere. Dadâs yelling because his hands are burnt and my older brother is laughing about the entire thing. She never made mac and cheese again,â she finished, giggling some as she recalled a happy memory about her dad.Â
âBet you really miss him around the holidays, huh?âÂ
âYeahâŚâ she frowned and you couldnât help but reach out and cup her cheek for a moment before allowing your hand to fall away and come to rest gently over her hip.Â
âHe would be proud of who you are,â you werenât sure why you felt the need to say all that, but you had and it seemed worth it considering the way she smiled after.Â
âThanks, Danny. And thanks for the ride home. Hanging out. Itâs been nice.âÂ
âYeah, any time you know? I⌠I enjoy spending time with you,â you couldnât help but smile shyly. God why were you like this? You knew on her birthday you were definitely developing some type of crush, knowing now that she was possibly pregnant with Jakeâs baby should deter you from that. But here you were laying in her bed with her, hand on her hip in a much more intimate fashion than it shouldâve been.Â
âSame. But really itâs been a nice distraction tonight from everything else.â
âI agree,â you replied, studying her face for a moment before leaning in and pressing your lips softly to hers. What the hell had compelled you to do that? Jake was going to kill you, murder in the first degree. Cold blood. You knew it to be true because you couldnât even bring yourself to stop, deepening the kiss when she didnât pull away. Your lips moved against hers, your hand curling around her hip as you guided her to her back and situated yourself over her with one leg between hers. At the same time, her hand came out to rest against your chest. You took the liberty of lapping your tongue along her lips, waiting for her to part them before licking into her mouth as you pressed your thigh against her heat. In response, you felt her gasp as you rolled your hips, grinding yourself against her thigh. You hungrily made out with her, caught up in the moment as you pressed your thigh against her firmly. You felt her move, creating friction where your body connected with hers. Your hand traveled down and gripped her thigh, pulling her even closer as her back arched and her mouth fell away from yours.Â
âJake,â she moaned softly, both the best and worst sound you couldâve ever heard. On one hand, you were 99% sure youâd just made her orgasm by dry humping. On the other hand, sheâd said Jakeâs name and even though physically you were there with her you knew where she was in her heart and mind. And who she belonged to. Yet, you wanted more. Your hand gripped roughly at her thigh again, dipping your head in to resume kissing her when she hissed in response to the way you had grabbed her.Â
Well that wasnât a good reaction.Â
âIâm sorry,â you panted, the pained look on her face causing a bit of confusion. You moved away, sitting up and giving her space.Â
âNo itâs. Itâs fine I just,â she spoke, lifting up slightly and twisting in an effort to peer back where your hand had been. You followed her lead, your eyes landing on the bare skin of her thigh where her shorts had ridden up and your hand had gripped her. Beneath where your large palm had sat was a slightly bruised welt, the obvious shape of a hand that clearly wasnât yours. You knew there was absolutely no way you had done that, and the print was too large to be hers.Â
âOh,â you frowned as she grimaced, her petite hand pulling the material of her shorts down to cover it. âDid. Did Jake do that?âÂ
âYeah,â she mumbled softly, clearing her throat as she refused to look you in the eye. Her cheeks flamed a deep red, lips worried into a thin line.Â
âIs he. Does he,â you couldnât believe you were about to ask this, but your mind wasnât thinking things through before you spoke. âDid he h-.â
âHe didnât hurt me,â Y/n cut you off, finally meeting your line of sight. âWe were justâŚyanno.âÂ
âRight. Yeah, of courseâŚâ Did you know? Did you even want to?Â
âYou should go, itâs getting pretty late.âÂ
Oh. Well, okay. You tried not to feel offended, sure she was mostly just embarrassed now.Â
âYeah. Okay, yeah.â You sat up, moving to the edge of her bed as she also sat up.Â
âDanny..â
âHmm?âÂ
âCan weâŚcan you not tell Jake about this, please? Heâll kill us both.âÂ
âOf course,â you agreed, standing as you slid your feet into your shoes. âIâll see ya around.â You couldnât wait to leave that apartment, how had things gotten so awkward so quick when you had just been kissing her five minutes before?Â
Damn. You had just kissed her.Â
â¨Â
SG
You had woken up later than expected, the front door slamming shut having woken you. You mustâve snoozed your alarm to the point it had just shut off because your alarm had been turned off when youâd checked. It had been Jake coming in, Josh behind him as he ambled down the hall calling your name and then wrapping his arms tightly around you when youâd padded out into the hall to see what all of the fuss was about. He had apologized for getting drunk, for giving you grief for not eating as much and simply not understanding or trying to understand how you had been feeling. This had only made you feel worse for what had happened with Danny the night prior, guilt eating away at you all morning as you showered together and slowly got ready to head to the clinic for your appointment. Jake had been extra attentive, insisting on washing your hair in the shower, brushing and braiding it after. Helping you clasp your necklace, insisting upon putting your boots on for you. He had even picked out the sweater you wore. If you didnât know any better, youâd say he was either sucking up or doing more than necessary as an apology for the way he had been acting.Â
And then there was you, so guilty you were nauseous letting him do any of these things.Â
The drive to the clinic had been mostly quiet, and you prayed you wouldnât have much of a wait or that the waiting room wouldnât be packed. Luckily there had only been one person aside from you waiting, and youâd been taken back pretty quickly. After taking your vitals and a brief medical history, where you had to embarrassingly admit to your past struggles with food and depression, the nurse had taken a few vials of blood while explaining that it would yield a more accurate result than the urine tests. And then the two of you had been left to wait, alone, in the small exam room.Â
âHave you thought about which shows youâll be able to come to?â Jake was trying to make small talk, as if this were just any normal appointment, as you sat on the exam bed and studied your nails.Â
âHuh? Oh um not yet no.âÂ
âYou okay, baby? I know youâre nervous but, Iâm here with you,â he reassured, moving his chair a bit closer to the exam bed and reaching out for your hand. You let him hold it, his fingers stretching and manipulating your own until the door opened and a short middle aged man walked in.Â
âMs. Y/l/n?â He raised an eyebrow as he pressed the door shut. âY/n Y/l/n?â
âYes,â you confirmed, shaking his hand when he offered it out to you. Â
âDr. Harrison. Can you confirm your birthday for me?âÂ
âOh, yeah. 7/4/96.â You replied softly as he released your hand and turned to pull the stool out from under the small work table over toward where you sat. He glanced over the file in his hand as he did, nodding to himself.Â
âAnd who is this gentleman?â
âOh um this is m-uhâŚâ
âJake,â Jacob interjected, holding his hand out and in turn shaking Dr. Harrisonâs hand as well.
âNice to meet you both. My nurse tells me youâre in office today to confirm pregnancy after,â he glanced down at his paper work again briefly. âTwo positive home tests, is that correct Ms. Y/n?âÂ
âYeah.â You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks flush. The room was incredibly hot suddenly.Â
âAnd you have the Nexplannon implant, correct?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âHow long have you had that?âÂ
âUm close to two years? I was having regular periods and then I missed a few, or they were more spotting andâŚâ
âAnd then sheâs been super nauseous,â Jake added, taking your hand in his again. âReally tired and achey also.âÂ
âI suppose thatâs what led to the tests? We performed an hcg test with the blood my nurse took and your numbers are within a normal range of a negative pregnancy test.â
âCorrect. Now generally this can mean a few things, mostly faulty tests or expired tests. Were they different tests?â
âWell. No, they were from the same package.â Dr. Harrison hummed as he wrote some things on the files he had, continuing to talk as he did.Â
âItâs likely they could have expired. Now, letâs talk about your birth control. You mentioned having regular periods that eventually became more spotting and irregular.â
âYes.â
âWith the implant you shouldnât necessarily be experiencing that. It can indicate failure to work, I suggest an alternate birth control, we can set up removal and go over some options with you if youâd like.âÂ
âYeah. Yeah, that would be great.â Dr. Harrison went about doing the normal routine any doctor would, a brief physical exam as he asked a few more questions and then instructed you to make a separate appointment to have your implant removed and start a different birth control, reminding you before he left to use condoms and be safe. You stopped to make the next appointment before leaving and then headed home. The drive was again quiet, a weird heaviness in the air between the two of you as Jake drove.Â
âI have a band practice in about an hour at a space downtown. If you want to come. Or I can take you home.âÂ
âHome please, Iâd like to take a nap.â Jake gave a nod, glancing at you briefly. The rest of the drive was just as quiet as before and once youâd arrived home you made quick work of changing and crawling into bed. Jake had sat watching you, seemingly admiring your body as you changed from the jeans and sweater youâd had on. He laid down next to you after, leaning in and kissing your lips gently. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing over the high point of your cheek as the two of you stared at one another. He left shortly after, promising to be home before it got too late and pressing another sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.Â
Jake
âShe seems off.â You mumble to yourself, shaking your head as you start the ignition. Surely Y/n was just as, if not more, disappointed by todayâs appointment. While both scared, it was something you deep down wanted with her.Â
But her behavior wasnât that of grief, almost shameful in a way. Was she ashamed of not being pregnant but having the symptoms? It wasnât her fault, so you spent the drive to practice figuring out how to make sure she knew such. Your thoughts raced, hindering your driving as you zoned out and missed several turns making you a half hour late, give or take.Â
You park next to Josh, killing the engine and walking to the door, taking a deep breath before wrapping your fingers around the knob. It was oddly quiet on the other side, usually when one was late they still did something. Hesitantly, you push the door open, all three of them sitting there staring. If you didnât know any better, youâd assume they staged an intervention. You werenât that bad.Â
âSorry, missed a few turns.â You shrugged, taking your guitar off its stand and throwing the strap over your shoulder. Still, they sat in their spots silently, seemingly glaring at you. âSo⌠we should probably work on Age of Man? Samâs intro is strong but you,â you point to Josh, âkeep coming in late and it sounds sloppy.âÂ
Josh huffs and rolls his eyes, landing on Sam before raising his eyebrows.Â
âRight, yeah,â Sam walks towards his keyboard and sits down, waiting for everyone to be ready.Â
For the first time since you guys wrote the damn song, Josh comes in on time. That didnât stop Danny from missing his cue, in turn messing you up. You strike a nasty chord to get their attention, their instruments slowly fizzling out.Â
âWhat the fuck was that, Danny?â You snapped, shooting eyes at him.Â
âHuh? Iâm sorry I just-â
âDonât know how to count? I expect more from you.âÂ
âOkay⌠Sorry.â Danny responded hushed as he looked down at his sticks, gently and nervously tapping them on the rim.Â
âNow can we start again but do it right this time? Shitâs ridiculous.â You mumbled, pushing your hair behind your ear as Sam started again.Â
âAnd it wards away the ancient fears,â Josh comes in on time.Â
Fears. Fears. Fears. Thatâs all it was. You were fearful, and so was she. It wasnât her fault, it just wasnât the right time, the universe knew that.Â
âHello? Earth to Jake?â Josh waves his hands in front of your face.
âHuh?âÂ
âNo way you just bitched Danny out for coming in late and you didnât come in at all.â Sam scoffs, spinning back around before you can give him a death glare.Â
âIâm sorry, just thinking about a lot right now.â You shrug, pointing the apology more towards Danny. âOne more go, for real.âÂ
Sam starts the intro for a third time, sounding beautiful as ever. Josh comes in on time, Danny perfectly, and you make your cue. Well, tried to at least. The A string snaps, causing a sound almost as nasty as the welt that quickly formed across your knuckles.Â
âFucking cunt!â Yelling, you quickly remove your guitar and toss it on the couch, holding your left hand with your right, rubbing your thumb over the bright red welt in attempts to soothe it. Tears well in your eyes, more out of anger than anything. Angry at the situation but not her, it isnât her fault.Â
âJake? You good?â Josh comes over, pulling your hand towards him to see the damage.
âJust one thing after another piling onto my plate of fucking issues.â You mumble, tilting your head back to keep the tears from flooding.Â
âHey, why donât we just take a break? Câmere,â Josh ushers you to sit on the couch as he moves your guitar to its stand. Danny and Sam keep looking between one another and you, almost like they want to say something.Â
âI canât do this, Josh.â You sigh, wiping your face with your hands.
âItâll be okay, dude. Weâll figure it all out, like touring and stuff. I know you didnât want kids, esp-â
âI wanted this with her and sheâs just⌠not pregnant.â You choke out in a whisper, the tears you worked so hard to keep in falling anyways.Â
âWhat? But she- IâŚ?âÂ
âSheâs not pregnant, Josh.â You whisper again, Danny and Sam still staring. They couldnât hear you, that being made apparent.
âIâll be the daddy,â Danny giggled, looking to Sam for approval.Â
âDamn, is that why you pulled a move on her last night?â Sam replied a little too loud, Danny hitting his arm with a straight face.Â
âIâm sorry, you did what?â You glare towards Danny. If looks could kill, he would be dead where he sat.Â
âI told you she was for the streets, Jake. Her and Danny got steaaamy last night!âÂ
âSam! What the fuck is your issue? Actually?â Josh pushes up from the couch, ready to stop you. He couldnât, youâve always been stronger than him.Â
âWhat the fuck are you on about, you pricks?â You stand up too, Josh trying to push you back.Â
âJake, just sit down. We can talk about this.â Danny stands up from his kit, walking closer towards Samâs keyboard to create distance.Â
âWhat the fuck did you do?â Anger painted your face, filling you until you spilled over.Â
âJust kiss- we only kissed.â Danny swallows harshly, fear in his eyes.Â
âUm⌠didnât yâall hump each other?â Sam added, one eyebrow raised.Â
âHUMPED?â Oh, you were furious. A kiss would be one thing, it would be hard to look past but youâd eventually get over it. But humping? Who did he think he was?Â
âJake,âÂ
âYou have got to be kidding me. I fucking knew something was up when she was gone this morning.â All you see is red as you grab your guitar off the stand. âFuck you. Fuck all of you.â You throw your guitar across the room, smashing it to pieces mere inches away from Dannyâs body against the wall. They all stood frozen as you stormed out of the room, not a single word exchanged as far as you could hear.Â
You sat in the car for a few minutes before peeling out of the parking lot, heading for somewhere more quiet where they wouldnât find you to cool off before going home. You couldnât go home angry after everything today. Even after what she did, that still wasnât fair to her.Â
A new kind of feeling found its way instilled in you. Sure, youâd mourned before, several times before, even. The death of family or close family friends, the death of Bill. None of it amounted to this feeling. Mourning the loss of what could have been in so many ways.Â
You keep driving in a direction you donât recognize as the thoughts race, some that you felt remorseful for even thinking of. Wanting to beat the shit out of Danny, most notably. You really liked him, truly. Heâs the only one of Samâs friends who wasnât a douchebag, at least you thought so until now. Did he coerce her? Take advantage of her?Â
Next was wanting to drown your thoughts with a bottle of cheap liquor. A craving burned deep inside of you, your mouth salivating at the mere thought of whatever you could get your hands on. You know it makes her upset, especially when she made the comment about needing liquor to deal with her. A creature of your own habits and viscious cycles, you canât help it. Too stubborn to admit your feelings, let alone talk about them, all you knew was to turn to the bottle.
A lot of doubt swarmed your mind. Did she even like you? Sure sheâs hinted at it, but neither of you have ever came out and said it directly. Maybe she just likes not being at home with her miserable mother, somehow finding your sorry ass less miserable. Bringing a baby into something so unstable wouldnât have been fair to either party involved. You couldnât stop drinking for Y/n, what made you think youâd be able to stop drinking for a baby?
You find your way to a bike trail, parking your car in one of the handful of spots with worn out lines. Getting out, you bask in the silence of nature as it grows eerie. It was almost too quiet, but not for long.Â
It all sets in. No baby, Danny making a move on your girl, smashing your guitar. All of it. Everything was slowly slipping through your fingers one day at a time as you desperately tried holding onto what was left in your hands. It was like grasping onto rope, fists wet with emotions youâd held in for so long. She had been helping you win this game of tug-of-war, but it felt now she, amongst others, were pulling on the other side for themselves. The rope burning your palms with each tug, ripping through your skin until it bled you dry.Â
All you can do is yell. Frustration, anger, loss. Emptying your lungs of their air, you feel youâre about to pass out. So much pent up emotion finally coming out in one go, itâs unfortunate whatâs caused it. The air cools the anger off your cheeks and nature resumes as the sound of birds chirping sound in the distance.Â
Now you just feel dumb for mourning the loss of things that never existed. Getting so angry over the mere thought of things was useless. Y/n had forgiven you for so much in the past, the least you could do was hope sheâd bring it up first, forgive and forget. She deserves the same forgiveness sheâs granted you so many times. Ultimately, this one mistake of hers amounts to nothing youâve put her through. If she wanted to work on things, that was okay with you, but part of you wondered if Danny would be better for her in ways. A less dysfunctional family, not to mention Josie loves her which was more than you could say for your own siblings. Although he loved her now, youâd never forget when she opened up about Josh yelling at her in the cafe for leading you on, or the many of times Sam has treated her like absolute garbage. She doesnât deserve that. More importantly, you donât deserve her.Â
You make your way back to your car, reaching into your pocket for your wallet. You slide out a little photo of her youâd slipped in there months ago for good luck during traveling, running your thumb over the worn edges. So many times youâd found yourself in this position, taking in every detail of her in this photo wishing she were beside you.Â
âIâm so sorry, my beloved,â You sigh, tucking the photo back into your wallet before making your way back home. You look at the radio wondering how so much happened in less than an hour.Â
The entire drive was spent white-knuckling the steering wheel, attempting to rid your anger before returning to her. More desperate for answers than silence, you call Danny, hoping heâll answer. It rang six times before he picked up, the hesitation of his actions very prominent as he spoke first.Â
âJake? Everything, uh, o-okay?â Danny sounds like thereâs a gun to his head and someone holding cards for him to read.Â
âI need to know everything that happened,â you sigh followed by a deep breath before continuing, âI wonât be mad, I just need to know.âÂ
He laid everything down for you in a mess of words, proceeding hesitantly as he tried to read your emotion with each sentence. Angry didnât scratch the surface, yet you still remained calm.Â
âWe were kind of, well, we were grinding against each otherâŚâÂ
âDid you fuck my girl?â The first words you spoke since he began explaining the situation spilled out before you could stop yourself.Â
âN-no, Jake I would never do that.âÂ
You pulled into your parking spot next to the apartment, throwing the car in park as you pried more information out of him.Â
âY/n finished,â Dannyâs open ended thought only fueled the rage boiled beneath your skin.Â
âBut?âÂ
âBut it was your name she said. Like it was the only one she knew, Jake, and then she made me go home immediately.âÂ
Silence. She still thought of you and that ripped right through your chest. No matter how horrible you were, she somehow always came back to you. It didnât make sense.Â
You wonât dare mention it first, only hoping sheâd be honest enough to tell you. Guilt creeps up on you, though. Would you have told her about Brooke or that other chick had she not caught you? In your defense, she didnât know them. Everyone knows what happened between her and Danny.Â
Dragging your feet behind you and finding your way to the front door of your home is odd. Having to enter the shared space knowing everything that took place in the short time you were away from her feels wrong, like you donât belong. Regardless, you finally push the door open slowly, peering in before even taking a step. There she sits, in all her glory, at the kitchen table. She looks up, sadness in her eyes but a smile tugging the corners of her mouth.Â
âHi,â She offers coyly, nervously biting her bottom lip while shutting her laptop. You smile in response, awkwardly waving your hand.Â
Y/n furrows her brows and tilts her head, pushing herself up from her seat to approach you. You wanted to run, but you found yourself unable to simply breathe as she entered your bubble, a hand on either bicep.Â
âYou okay? Practice usually goes a bit longer,â She smooths her hands down your arms until she reaches your hands. Still, youâre unable to reciprocate her actions.Â
All you could do was look at her as you fought back tears in the process, ultimately failing. Unable to keep your lip from quivering, or the tears from pooling in your eyes, you tilt your head back to hide it. She knows better, wrapping her arms around your torso, rubbing her hands up and down your back. Eventually you hugged her back.Â
She deserves grace, too.Â
âWhy?â You mutter into her hair. You hadnât meant to, but it came out anyway. Her hands still as she pulls you closer, so close it feels you might become one. The wet warmth of her tears soaks the front of your shirt, she knows she canât ignore it.Â
âI-I wanted you,â SG chokes out.Â
âY/n, I was there,â You let go, pulling away to look at her, tear stained cheeks staring back at you.Â
âYou were drunk, Jake. It just, it feels like-âÂ
âFeels like?â You prod, raising your eyebrows.Â
âI dunno, itâs dumb,âÂ
âOkay, but you do know, Y/n. We canât just ignore the elephant in the room.â Your voice grew loud, you didnât feel bad until her lip quivered and she stepped back.Â
âItâs like youâd rather be drunk than to even bother with me. Sam hates me and you never stick up for me.â Her face is red, more so with frustration versus anger.Â
âThatâs not true,â A frown forms as you drop your shoulders. âSG, thatâs not true.âÂ
âThen why do you drink, Jake?âÂ
The age old question. Why do you drink? You couldnât answer that question even if you wanted to. Maybe it was the taste or the ability to forget, who knew?Â
âI was scared.âÂ
âAnd you think I wasnât?âÂ
âI know you were, Iâm sorry, Y/n.â You close the space between the two of you successfully, holding your arms out as an invite. She slowly approaches like a stray cat, her arms folded across her chest as she falls into your chest.Â
âIâm sorry about Danny,â She starts, followed by a deep breath. âI wasnât thinking, I just-â
âHey, hey, hey, itâs okay. Itâs my fault for not being there for you.âÂ
A moment of silence follows the sentiment as she finally lets her arms fall to her sides before eventually bringing them around your torso.Â
âWill we be okay?â Y/n mumbles into your chest.Â
âWeâll always be okay, baby,â You assure, bringing your hand to rest at the nape of her neck. âDo you wanna take a nap?âÂ
âWith you?â SG hesitates, looking up at you.Â
âYes, with me, goofball. I mean, as long as you want?âÂ
She obliges, following behind you to your room. You ask to braid her hair so it doesnât get knotted and offer to massage her legs and feet. Anything you could think of to make it up to her. The massage had her nearly asleep, only stopping when she nudged your hands away with the opposite foot. She reached her hands out for you and you crawled up to lay next to her. Maybe everything could be okay.Â
âI really am sorry, Jacob.â She whispers.Â
âI am, too,â You pull her closer and press a kiss on the top of her head. Neither of you needed to say it, there was an unspoken understanding after that to not mention either instance. That was okay and honestly much preferred.
November 30th, 2017
Where you felt things would be okay, they were far from it. Over the course of a week Y/n had slowly worked herself back into her shell. She blamed it on work and needing to study, yet somehow it felt deeper than that. After mentioning not seeing her much she tried to make an effort to spend time with you where she could. She only slept next to you a couple of times, last night being one of them.Â
Leaving her is the hardest part of what you do. You knew she wouldnât be able to catch any shows, but that didnât stop you from asking her anyways. She started answering your calls less and less as the days went on and you began to wonder if sheâd even be home when you returned. Danny seemed to be on his phone a bit more, you tried to shove the jealousy aside because if it was her he spoke to, at least it meant she was taken care of. In the end, thatâs all that truly matters to you.Â
December 16th, 2017
âYou should fly down for our show Monday,â You suggest between bites of a Subway sandwich. âWe play Mercy Lounge both nights. I-I can fly you here and then you can drive back up with us?â You were desperate for her addictive presence, the lack of sleep without her beside you doing a number.Â
âWinter break doesnât start until Friday, I have exams I canât miss.âÂ
âSG⌠I havenât seen you in over two weeks!âÂ
âJake,â She sighs tiredly. You canât tell if the exhaustion comes from talking to you or her busy schedule.Â
âIâm sorry, Space Girl. Just missinâ you, is all.â Silence tugs your heart as you hold your breath and wait for her to return the sentiment, anticipating she wonât.Â
âI miss you, too, Strings. I canât wait for you to come home.âÂ
Strings. Home. Music to your ears.Â
There wasnât much sustenance to the rest of the conversation but that didnât matter nearly as much as simply hearing her voice. She rambled on about her photography class, and while you didnât understand a thing she was saying you still offered ears. The two of you texted off and on throughout the night until ultimately you were talking to yourself. Sheâd fallen asleep, or at least you told yourself that to feel better about the fact you couldnât without her beside you.Â
You: Weâll be home the 21st
You: ishâŚÂ
You: Good night Space Girl
December 19th, 2017
Today was off to a good start. SG texted you letting you know she could catch your set tonight if you called her. Youâd made it a thing not to play Mountain of the Sun unless she was there, physically or FaceTime. Fans would shout for it often and Josh would find a one off joke as to why you guys couldnât play it. To be honest, the setlist had grown tired after a while. Mom insisted you started creating setlists, that taking time between each song to figure out where to go next wasnât professional. You guys came up with a solid list and sort of stuck to it, the only exception being SGâs song.Â
You called her and she answered immediately, propping your phone up against your case before shuffling onto stage. Everything felt right for the first time in a long time. The show felt electric more than ever, periodically peering over to catch her watching. She, as usual, was so gorgeous with her head propped up with her hands. You couldnât wait to get home, so much so you tried convincing the boys you could drive home tonight versus leaving tomorrow.Â
It was no surprise the boys wanted to sleep instead of packing up and getting on the road. You sat up eagerly until the early hours of the morning mindlessly swapping between apps until your eyes grew tired, well past the time everyone else fell asleep. Eventually you decided to force your eyes shut at the realization of the time. It was hard to sleep when excitement was bursting through your body the same it had in elementary school the night before a field trip. Y/n had that effect on you.
Naturally as the last asleep, you were the last awake, Josh shoving your shoulder as you werenât waking up on your own any time soon. Mumbling for five more minutes, you tried ignoring him but Josh wouldnât let up.Â
âCâmon, Jake.â He shoved you nearly off the bed this time.Â
Groggily, you sit up and rub your eyes before checking the time. It was ten in the morning meaning by nine her time, sheâd be in your arms again. Knowing youâd get to see her before you went to bed again felt like a weight off your shoulders, one less thing to stress about. Y/n was all the motivation you needed to get out of bed, shuffling to shove all of your belongings into your duffel bag that still faintly smelled of home.Â
Later that day
The drive is going painstakingly slow, or maybe itâs Joshâs persistent yapping that makes it feel that way.Â
âI just think we could utilize this time to stop and get cool, one of a kind gifts!â Josh exclaims, waving his hands about. All you can think is thank god heâs not the one behind the wheel.Â
You were never one to like taking breaks beyond getting gas, especially now that SG is the final destination. There wasnât much of a choice for you this time around, Danny and Sam entertaining Joshâs idea made sure of that. Josh directs Sam to take the next exit, insisting we drive around until something catches someoneâs eye. Itâs a matter of minutes before you, of all people, spot a store.Â
âRight there,â You point to the old building. If it werenât for the couple of cars parked out front, you would have assumed this place was out of business. Hidden Treasures in big western letters sits above the rickety wooden door frame.Â
âJake⌠I said something cool.â Josh shoves you followed by a giggle. For it not being cool enough, he sure is quick to be the first one out of the car.Â
You and the other two follow shortly after. Pushing the wood door open youâre met with a very specific scent. One you canât quite put your finger on. It almost reminds you of your grandparentâs house, the way it always smells clean but not chemically, hints of church perfume, mothballs and purse mints lingering on the furniture. You close your eyes for a second, remembering how it felt the first time you visited them and could remember. It was right before that trip to Gun Lake, the trip SG was on well before you knew her. As if the signs couldnât be any clearer, you open your eyes and land on a shelf of cameras. She liked those, and while you didnât know too much about them, you know just the person who does.
âHey, Josh! Câmere!âÂ
Shuffling commences before heâs beside you.Â
âYeah? Whatâs- ohhâŚâ He smirks, elbowing your side. âWhich one are you lookinâ at, lover boy?âÂ
âOne, donât call me that. Two, I donât know. Thatâs why Iâm disturbing my peace by having you over here.âÂ
âOkay, okay, sheeshâŚâ Josh doesnât say anything after. He begins picking up each camera one by one, inspecting every inch. He gravitates towards one in particular and you canât tell if he likes it for himself or Y/n.Â
âI think this Canon EOS Rebel would be really good for her. She can take videos on it, too, if she wants,â Josh glances towards you before averting his attention back to the camera. âActually, forget I said that. Iâd like to sleep at night.âÂ
He definitely saw the smirk, but you donât care. Even if she didnât want to do⌠that⌠with the camera, maybe she would create short films while you were away or something.Â
Sam found a jewelry box for Mom, along with some vintage looking jewelry to go with it. Danny picked up some poor old soulâs rare golf memorabilia, of which you were unsure heâd be willing to let go of and actually gift to his dad or not. Josh hadnât gotten anything, which was funny considering it was his idea. Heâd found his way towards some old movies you thought for sure heâd give in a get for himself, and when he walked away you went and grabbed the one he was lingering on.Â
Paris Is Burning.Â
It sounded a little odd to you, but Josh was always into odd things, so you bought it to give him on Christmas.Â
A few more rotations, bathroom breaks and one diner later, you were finally home. A light dusting of snow coats everything, SGâs car included meaning sheâs been home waiting. Sam and Danny skipped the last two rotations so they could drive home. Josh tried convincing you to let them stay the night, but the snow wasnât coming down bad and they didnât want to share the couch again. The last time they tried, Sammy lost and ended up on the floor.Â
âAlright, love ya guys, drive safe. Text the group chat when you guys get home,â You hug them, holding onto Sam a little longer than usual. Josh tells them heâll bring the equipment back to the office tomorrow, his rambling fading out as you run inside.Â
Just outside the door you hear shuffling around in the kitchen paired with fairly loud music and the smell of something baking. You take the opportunity to quietly open the door and creep into the apartment, her back towards you as sheâs leaning over the counter. It looks like sheâs frosting cookies, humming to Only Angel. Sheâs been listening to that album on repeat since it came out back in May, and you hate to admit it but it quickly became one of your favorites, too.Â
Walking up behind her, you wrap your arms around her waist, causing her to jump. Every muscle in her body tenses before she realizes whoâs touching her. She drops the cookie in her hand onto the counter, resting her hands on your forearms as she tilts her head back. You take the opportunity to kiss the side of her neck, trailing down to her shoulder.Â
âHi, StringsâŚâ She giggles, spinning around to face you.Â
âHi, baby,â You press your foreheads together, ghosting your lips over hers. As you lean in to kiss her, Josh enters with his absolutely divine timing. The two of you release one another, turning to watch Joshâs movements. He brought in the bag you got from that little shop, placing it on the dining room table.Â
âHi, Miss Starletta, I missed you!â He pecks her on the cheek, followed by a quick hug. âYou make these?âÂ
âYes,â She nods with a smile. Josh doesnât need to say anything, she already knew his next question. âAnd yes, you can have one.âÂ
âOh you are the greatest! If he doesnât marry you, I will!â Josh smirks.Â
âNot if I kill you first.â You say, smacking him in the arm with the back of your hand.Â
âOw! Okay, okay. Anyways, Iâm going to a friendâs house, just wanted to let you know before I take off.âÂ
Josh doesnât leave enough time for a response as he grabs his keys and heads out the door. You grab Y/n and resume your previous position.Â
âWhere were we?â You ask, your lips nearly touching hers. She takes the initiative, closing the space between your mouths. She tastes so sweet, like frosting and coffee.Â
Wanting to see her, you pull away. She pouts at the loss of contact. You rub your thumb over her bottom lip and kiss her forehead.Â
âI missed you so much, Y/n.âÂ
âI missed you, too. Iâm sorry I couldnât visit,â She sighs, bringing her forehead to your chest. âI couldnât sleep without you, I really missed you.âÂ
You think about how sudden everything was. From thinking she was pregnant, the fight at Thanksgiving, the Danny situation, and going right back to touring so abruptly. Sheâs been through so much in such a short period of time and you hadnât been there for any of it, really. It was time to take care of her again, show her how much she means before she becomes the one that got away.Â
âThen letâs get to bed,â You suggest, grasping at her hips.Â
âHm, can we smoke first?â Her puppy dog eyes will be the death of you.Â
âDo you have some left?â You remember leaving her a baggy with a note on it.
In case of emergency.
âUh-uh, I smoked it to help me sleep.â She wraps her arms tighter around your torso, nuzzling her nose into your chest.Â
Her POVÂ
Jake loosens his hold on you, rustling around in his pocket before you hear the sound of his phone unlocking. His arms still held you as he typed behind your back, each movement being felt against you.Â
âWho ya texting?â
âHarrison,â He says like youâre supposed to know who that was. You pay attention, somehow remembering every name and face youâve met at his events. âHeâs the guy I get weed from.âÂ
âWill he make you get in his car againâŚ?â You remember the guy, just never got his name as far as you were concerned.Â
âUmm⌠No, but I do have to go to his apartment.âÂ
That somehow made you feel worse.Â
âWe.â You correct, pulling away from his chest.Â
âYou cominâ with?âÂ
âWell I sure as shit donât want you going alone.âÂ
âTouchĂŠ, Space Girl, touchĂŠ.âÂ
You quickly run to your room throwing a pair of sweatpants that were definitely his over your sleep shorts and his Frankenmuth High crew neck.Â
The drive was peaceful, passing time with conversation about the tour and some ideas they had for the upcoming album. You missed him, and you missed this. Driving with your boy and listening to him talk. It doesnât matter where the destination is, just as long as you have him by your side. Heâd helped a lot with your anxiety while driving before he left for tour, but never lets you drive when heâs home. You missed getting to be the passenger princess with his hand on your knee.Â
To your very pleasant surprise, the apartment was in one of the nicer neighborhoods. It felt like a weight being lifted off your chest as Jake turned into the complex, pulling into a parking space in front of apartment 1D. You canât help but giggle at the little detail.Â
âWhat?â He giggles, squeezing your knee before letting go to kill the engine.Â
â1D, like One Direction.â You laugh.Â
âYâknow⌠I never noticed that,â Jake leans over to kiss your cheek.Â
Heâs quick to get your door, intertwining his fingers with yours as he leads you to the front door. Watching Jake knock on the door without lifting his arm should not have gotten you the way it did, but something about the action had your center warm with need. He was effortlessly sexy all of the time.Â
âHey, Jay! Whoâs the pretty lady?âÂ
You look at Jake puzzlingly before extending your hand and offering your name. He tells you his name is Harrison, and in better lighting you see he is not what you expected. Six something white boy with dorky glasses and a buzz cut. He directs you guys to sit on the couch while he goes into a room down the hall.
âWhyâd he call you Jay?â You whisper into Jakeâs ear.Â
âTo be honest, he used to call me Josh and when I corrected him, I think he misheard me.âÂ
âAnd you didnât correct him again?âÂ
Jake shrugs and diverts his attention back to the way Harrison went. There Harrison stands at the end of the hallway with a girl around your height beside him.Â
âY/n, this is my girlfriend, Eva.â He only looks at you for a second before directing his speech to Jake. âI figured the girls could keep one another busy while we do our thing.â Harrison shrugs and waves Jake over. Eva takes Jakeâs spot next to you on the sofa, nearly just as close. You watch the boys walk back down the hallway.Â
âSoâŚâ Eva starts, bringing her leg up on the couch as she turns to face you. âYou Jakeâs girlfriend?âÂ
Your body freezes, unsure how to answer. Technically, the two of you were nothing more than best friends who fucked⌠You werenât not dating, but you definitely werenât dating. Every time you thought he was close to asking, he just never did. It felt like you guys were dating, but yes would be the wrong answer.Â
âItâs⌠Very complicated right now,â You curl your lips in and nod your head awkwardly. Not really the kind of conversation you want to be having with a stranger, thatâs for sure.Â
âPsh, girl, heâd be dumb not to date you.â Eva gently hits your shoulder with the back of her hand. The scent of her perfume trails behind her. She smells like marshmallows, vanilla and a hint of coconut.Â
âYou think so?â The blush was rising to your cheeks. What was happening?
âI know so. Heâs mentioned you before, and he shows us pictures all the time. Iâm surprised with how much he talks about you, there isnât a ring on that pretty finger.â Eva places her hand over yours, locking her fingers between yours. âHeâll get there, give him time. It took Harrison until after highschool.âÂ
You part your lips to respond only to be interrupted by the boys entering the living room again. Kind of saved by the bell, because what the hell would you have said anyways? Eva had you⌠flustered? No, that canât be right. You are positive you like men. Jake, to be exact. You like Jake, who has subsequently been the only individual to make you blush like that prior to Eva.
âAlright, well Iâll catch yâall around!â Jake waves as he comes and collects you from the couch. You werenât high, but god did it feel it as he helped you to your feet.Â
Silence washes over the car as the two of you settle in. All you can think of is her scent, how warm and soft her hands were, her long black hair and green eyes. She was captivating, and you were left wondering how Harrison ended up with someone like Eva.Â
âYou okay, babe?â Jake asks, clicking one of the lights to look at you.Â
âShe⌠I just-â Lost for words. You are lost for words.Â
âWhat?â He furrows his brows before relaxing. âOh⌠Somebody has a crush,â He giggles, turning the light back off as he starts to pull off.Â
âNot a crush.â You manage, finally picking your jaw off the floor.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âItâs okay if you do, nobody can replace me.âÂ
Oh, he was being cocky.Â
His cockiness and a full joint led to several good sessions, and only one awkward conversation.Â
âSo,â Jake says entirely out of breath, the weight of his body on yours as his dick slowly grows soft inside.Â
âSoâŚ?âÂ
âEva,â He starts.Â
âUh-uh, I told you I d-â
âBaby, please just listen? And I need you to really think about this.â You can feel his heart begin to race as his bare chest is pressed against yours. He brings one hand to cradle your face, stretching his fingers to move the hair stuck to your sweaty skin.Â
âOkay,â
âI donât really know how to say it, so Iâm just gonna say it, okay?âÂ
âJake, youâre scaring me.â Was he about to tell you he had a thing with her? Or worse, currently has a thing with her⌠He fully removes himself from you, sitting up and helping you forward.
âHarrison told me Eva has a thing for youâŚâ He watches your face for a reaction, to which your eyes widen. âShe wants to, uh, try things, somethingâŚâ He couldnât even say it.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You know what he means but you need him to say it.Â
âShe wants to have a threesome⌠W-with youâŚâÂ
âAnd Harrison?! I do not-â
âNo, no, no, and me⌠He just wants to, uh, watch⌠us?âÂ
Oh god.Â
âCan I please think about this? Like, for a couple days at least?âÂ
âAs much time as you need, princess.â He kisses your forehead before standing up, guiding you to the shower.Â
Christmas
Josh came home the day after what you think of as the incident. Hesitantly, you approached him about the Eva situation. Obviously, for the sake of everyone, you spared the details of the hypothetical threesome. For the first time, Josh opened up about his sexuality. It was like seeing a whole new side of him. He explained how he knew he wasnât straight, but how he also knew he didnât want a label. That it was okay to have or not to have one. That we didnât need to put ourselves in boxes and try checking them off to fit peopleâs expectations. Suddenly, a lot of things about Josh began to make sense. From his outlook on life to his ability to openly love and frequent night trips.Â
Youâd come to terms with the fact you might be bisexual, but a lot like the hypothetical threesome, you needed to sit on it and think for a little. Being bisexual wouldnât change anything other than the dating pool. You pushed the hypotheticals to the back of your mind, allowing yourself to get in the holiday spirit full force.Â
To no surprise, Jake was the first one awake. Then came you, padding into the kitchen to the smell of coffee, and eventually came Josh. The three of you worked together surprisingly well to make breakfast and ate before sitting in the living room to open gifts. The tree wasnât much, but it was good enough. When they were on tour, you took the liberty to go pick up a tree to help spruce things up. And you only had to pay your brother fifty bucks to drop it off in his truck and help bring it upstairs. It always bothered you that nobody in your family could help out of the kindness of their own heart, they always needed something out of it. But the boys coming home to a decorated apartment meant more to you than fifty dollars did.Â
There were about a handful of gifts under the tree, but Jake and Josh being home was already more than enough. The first gift went to Pearl, it was an assorted pack of little toys that had pouches to tuck catnip into. She didnât understand the concept of Christmas, or receiving gifts, so you had to help her. Stuffing catnip into the cartoon fish, you toss it into the kitchen and she runs off.Â
You hand a gift bag to each of the boys. Josh pulls out a few records you know heâd been eyeing. You managed to get them for a pretty good deal. First he pulls out Joanne by Lady Gaga, Back Home Again by John Denver and last but not least, the Seussical Soundtrack. Josh noticeably rolled his eyes at that one, but thanked you with a hug anyways. Ultimately the room busted out into laughter. Jake reaches into his gift bag and pulls out a brown, wide brimmed hat adorned with a little decoration feather tucked between the fabric of the hat and a thin, silky brown ribbon. You knew he liked the floppy kind of hats, he had worn a red one during your birthday bonfire.Â
âY/n, baby, you didnât have to,â He leans over and presses a kiss on your forehead.Â
âIt reminded me of you.â You smile and shrug.Â
Jake hands a wrapped box-like gift to Josh. It was a copy of Paris Is Burning. Whatever that meant. You were positive heâd ask you to watch it with him anyways. Josh got Jake some guitar maintenance stuff, new strings, a cleaning kit, and some rare magazines with his favorite artists adorning the cover.
Josh hands you a thinly wrapped gift and based on purely shape, you know itâs a record. Thereâs a smirk plastered on his face before you even open it, and he watches intently as you tuck your pointer under a flap of wrapping paper. As you slowly peel the paper back, youâre met with your very own copy of Harry Stylesâ self-titled album.Â
âJoshy⌠Am I that predictable?!â You joke as you get up and peck a kiss on his cheek. âThank you, I love it!â As you make your way back to the couch, you see Jake boiling with jealousy. He knows better, you both do, and you know heâll be just fine in less than five minutes.
Jake hands you a box with the most devious smirk you think youâve ever seen. Itâs a green, medium sized box with a lid and youâre wondering what the hell could even be in here. You look him right in the eyes as you lift the lid, only looking down once the lid is completely off.Â
âJacobâŚâ You whisper in disbelief. It was a camera. Had he really listened when you rambled on about school? Did he genuinely care about you enough to take note of your interests?Â
âIs it okay? If not we can-â
âNo, no, no,â You place a finger over his lips to shush him. âStrings, itâs perfect.â You bring both hands down and carefully remove it from the box. Pressing the power button, you watch the little screen light up. It was fully charged and already had an SD card. Bringing it up towards your eye, you snap a picture of Jake. God, he is beautiful, the perfect subject.Â
âIt um⌠It takes videos, too.â He whispers into the space between the two of you, but Josh still hears and has to make a comment.Â
âYeah, if youâre gonna record your⌠sessions⌠Please tell me so Iâm not here. You guys are LOUD.â Josh dramatically rolls his eyes.Â
Later
It didnât take long after opening gifts before Josh asked if youâd watch Paris Is Burning. Jake peeked into the living room periodically as he prepped dinner in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and asked you to come taste something once he noticed your legs laying across Joshâs lap. He claimed that wasnât the case, but he was notoriously jealous, especially of Josh for some reason.Â
Part of you wondered if Jake knew Josh wasnât straight. Surely Josh would tell his literal other half such a detail, but you felt it wasnât your place to question. You knew any physical touch with Josh was purely platonic for many reasons, Brennen being one of them.Â
After dinner, Josh had announced his departure. Mentioned something about Christmas with his friends. It clicked that Jake never tags along for these kinds of things. You know he has friends, but you wonder why he chooses to spend so much time at home instead of with them. You kind of do the same, granted you have significantly less friends than they do.Â
Jake asks if you want to smoke, to which you happily oblige. Youâre not technically supposed to smoke in the apartment, but it was almost below freezing. Jake stuffed a blanket against the bottom of the front door and lit several candles and incense throughout the kitchen and living room.Â
âAnd then we smoke in my room âcause itâs too far from the door.â He says as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple.Â
You follow him to his room and sit on his bed as he shuts the door and grabs his rolling tray off the top of his dresser. One of your favorite things was watching Jake roll a joint. It wasnât inherently sexual, but somehow he made it that way. He sits beside you and starts grinding some weed.Â
âSo, SG, I was thinking,â He starts, taking a second to look up at you through his brows.Â
âYou think a lot,âÂ
âWell, yeah⌠Anyways, I was thinking maybe you could come to our last three shows?âÂ
You havenât seen Danny since Thanksgiving, and you honestly wanted to keep it that way. Wouldnât it be too awkward now? Part of you felt you owed it to Jake. He did get you that camera, and you could put it to good use.Â
âOne condition!â You exclaim, pointing your finger in the air.Â
âLet me hear it, dork.âÂ
âIâm not a- can I photograph the shows?âÂ
âOh for sure, Y/n. Thatâs not even a question, câmon.âÂ
December 28, 2017
As the van pulled up, there was already a line started, and while you knew they were only the openers, a smile tugged the corner of your lips at the handful of Greta Van Fleet shirts. St. Andrewâs Hall was not what you expected. It was one of the bigger venues youâve seen them play. The inside looked completely different than the outside let up.Â
You moved around the venue and watched as they got set up, looking at him from every spot to see what the fans would see. You knew one day every face in the crowd would be there for Jake, it was just a matter of when.Â
While waiting for their set to begin, you joined them in the greenroom. You could hear the crowd chattering and occasionally singing along to some of the songs on the pre show playlist. Danny wouldnât even look at you, and Sam kept giving you dirty glances, constantly looking like he had something to say. Your chest feels a little tight over the thought of loss progress with Sam. Almost like the night he hugged you on the couch was a fever dream, the sentiment you shared with one another lingering around to rub salt in the wound. And you hate yourself for knowing even when heâs nasty towards you, youâd continue to defend him the same way towards anybody. Regardless of how he felt ninety-nine percent of the time, you canât help but picture fifteen year old Sam. Sammy boy, with a bass far too big and heavy looking for his boyish figure and the dorky hair and retainers that gave him a lisp.Â
The boys argued a little over the setlist, Jake absolutely adamant your song was played. Josh was never one to argue, heâd sing anything he was told to as long as it had been practiced at least twice. Danny didnât care to give much input, he honestly seemed so out of the loop as he continued to peek down at his phone. Sam, however, was very opinionated about the setlist.
âI just think thereâs no point in playinâ Mountain,â He shrugs before throwing back half a bottle of water sloppier than a dog from a bowl.Â
âNon-negotiable. Itâs getting played, I donât really care how you feel or what you think.â Jake is incredibly stern and just flat out rude. You slap his arm and he snaps his head to look at you.
âBe nicer to him,â You offer gently, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head. He thinks you donât notice him rolling his eyes. Sometimes Jake could be a brat, too.Â
âDanny? Input?â Josh chimes in as the only cheery one of the bunch.Â
âHuh? Oh, yeah sounds great!â Surely he has zero idea whatâs going on in the real world as he has yet to look up from his damn screen. Not that you cared, but what the hell was more important than the show ten minutes away?Â
âAlright, so if everyone is in agreementâŚâ Josh says, jotting down a nearly illegible setlist. âThis is tonightâs show!âÂ
The pit was hot, and without any barriers you were forced to shoot between fans who were not willing to budge one bit. It felt like youâd be walking away with more bruises than usable shots. Jakeâs side was packed like sardines, it was nearly impossible to get any close-ups of him which left you incredibly bummed. Especially when he threw his guitar behind his head. Of course Sam stayed as far back as possible, his side was so easy to move around. You managed to get a few decent enough shots of Sam, and struggled to get any of Danny. Maybe one or two, but the damn cymbal blocked his entire face. You couldnât look at him much, anyways. Otherwise you were brutally reminded of the incident.Â
Josh⌠Now he was where it was at. Enough space to squeeze in, and he absolutely loved the attention. It sort of felt like it was just the two of you as he practically paused and posed a few times. It was successful shot after shot. You donât think youâve ever looked at Josh this much in your life, it really hammered in just how much he and Jake look alike. Obviously, theyâre identical twins, but that fact was so easy to forget because of their drastically different aesthetics.Â
By the end of your session you got virtually Josh photos. In order from most to least you had Josh, Sam, Danny and Jake. A singular photo of the one you wanted to photograph the most, and you couldnât even see his face. A part of you wondered why you still tried. Youâd been photographing plenty of shows for extra credit points, why was it such a task all of a sudden? There was a show at the Van Andel you shot with less time and several other people in the photo pit that kept knocking you over with a better turnout than this.Â
You caught back up with them after the show in the greenroom once again. They had limited time before theyâd head to their merch table. Everyone seemed less tense, Sam and Danny still refusing to acknowledge your existence.Â
âHey, show me what you got, pretty girl.â Jake comes up beside you, wraps his arm around your shoulders, and kisses the side of your head. You eagerly flip through what is essentially a Josh Kiszka catalog versus a Greta Van Fleet one. Jake loosens up his hold and you watch from the corner of your eye as his arm hits his side.Â
âThatâs nice, Y/n,â He sighs and offers lightly.Â
âI wanted to get more of you, but the girls over there wouldnât budge. I tried, Jake.â Tears threaten your lash line, but you knew better than to cry in front of the entire band. âI really did try.âÂ
âHey, itâs okay, thereâs always next time.â Jake tries to lighten the mood with another quick peck on your cheek this time. He tries to continue the sentiment but is ultimately dragged away by the other three to meet fans at the merch table. Next time held an unspoken promise that youâd photograph them again, and that was just about the only hope you held onto for this photography thing.Â
December 31, 2017
Josh was gone once again. He made plans with his friends for New Yearâs, and while part of you was jealous Josh had friends, you enjoyed the opportunity to be alone with Jake.Â
Jake planned a dinner somewhere called Notoâs in Grand Rapids. It was a reservation-only Italian restaurant. He set the reservation for seven oâclock, stating the worker informed him to arrive thirty minutes early to experience the lounge. That allowed ample time for the two of you to get ready. Jake helps with your jewelry, poking each earring in, clasping your necklace and sliding your ring onto your finger. There were only a handful of times heâd slipped that ring on your finger, and every time a desire burns deep into your soul. You couldnât imagine someone else in that position if you wanted to, not that you wanted to. He takes your hand and leads you toward the living room, ushering you to sit on the couch. Jake delicately grabs your left foot, kissing the inside of your ankle before gently pushing your heel on and tightening the strap, repeating the process step for step on the right side. His fingers linger against your calf as he looks up at you.Â
It dawns on you how long itâs been since youâve touched one another. Weeks, probably. There was an urge there, but every time you got close to something, Josh managed to ruin it with a call or barging into the apartment with Brennen for a forgotten family board game night. If you didnât have reservations at an expensive restaurant, youâd have him right now. But there was a time place, right now being neither. He kisses your knee and squeezes your thigh, groaning at the feeling of your skin in his palms.Â
âGonna fuck me good when we get home?â You tease, running your fingers through his hair as he levels his face with yours.Â
âOh, better than youâve ever had it.â He challenges, pressing his lips against yours with a little bite.Â
The car ride to Notoâs was painful. Jakeâs hand resting on your thigh as he slowly inched his pinky towards your center without ever touching you. Desperately rutting your hips forward had led to nothing as heâd just push his hand back towards your knee and restart his motions. At one point, you even begged him to finger you just a little bit to which he denied both of you the pleasure. He even declined road head, something about not messing up your makeup yet. Yet. He was the good kind of cocky.Â
Upon arrival, Jake was sure to get your door and offer his arm before leading you towards the building. He checked in under Kiszka, to which the host referred to the collective as Mrs. and Mr. Kiszka. The two of you giggled at the idea, earning a puzzled look from the host as he showed you the lounge.Â
âHere is our curved bar and fireplace. Feel free to share a couple drinks before your reservation time. I will retrieve you at seven for your reservation.â The gentleman smiles politely before turning on his heels to walk away.
You take a second to soak up your surroundings. Dark green walls, textured black ceiling tiles, the black marble counter at the bar, and the dark wooden details in the walls and furniture. Jake leads you towards the bar, helping you onto the stool.Â
âWhat can I get for yaâs tonight?âÂ
One bottle of way too expensive wine and a full authentic Italian meal later, the night was coming to a close. The two of you hadnât finished either, being offered a cream colored velvet wine bag with Notoâs Cucina Antica embroidered in gold thread across the center and some black take home boxes. When offered dessert Jake politely declines, and as much as you can sense the dessert at home joke, he refrains. To your surprise, Jake had remained on his best behavior tonight, unlike that time at the nightclub in New York. Occasionally his fingers would dance over your knee below the table, but never higher than such.Â
In the car, Jake still didnât fully make a move, ghosting his fingers on your inner thigh, just barely inching towards your clothed center. He was taking his time with you, teasing you. You were nearly soaked before entering Notoâs, positive that by now youâd left a spot on the car seat.Â
âYou wanna smoke tonight, SG? Smoke and let me make love to you?â Jake suggests, slightly looking towards you.
âMm, that sounds delightful,â You nod, inhaling deeply. He always fucks good, but itâs somehow better when youâre both high. The thought of tasting weed on his lips as the weight of his body is against yours makes your stomach whirl.Â
âYou okay with stopping at Harrisonâs then?âÂ
âMhm, yeah.âÂ
It wasnât much out of the way. The only thing that started getting to you was the conversation Jake had with you a few weeks ago. What Eva wanted and how you hadnât given him an answer yet constantly bounced around your mind. Jake hadnât pressed you for answers, but after Christmas, you felt you at least owed him an answer. He never once made you feel like you needed to repay him for anything, but you thought you needed to at least give back to him somehow. Show thanks further than the word itself could express. Maybe heâd forget ever mentioning it if he hasnât forgotten already. Even the thought of him with someone else made your stomach turn, and after seeing him with someone else⌠Well you surely didnât want to witness that again.Â
Your thoughts had run so rampant you didnât notice Jake pull into the complex and park right in front of Harrisonâs apartment. Your chest grew slightly tight, and you were made abruptly aware of how well Jake knows you. Granted heâs no mind reader, he could tell you were getting anxious about something.
âHey,â He says gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb. âItâs okay, weâre just gonna get the stuff and go home and have a good time, okay?âÂ
âOkay, yeah.â With a fake smile, you let out a forced laugh and nod.Â
Jake knocks on the door and Eva answers. You feel your cheeks go instantly flush as her eyes trail down your body and back up to your face. Did she just undress you with her eyes?Â
âHey guys, come in!â She addresses both of you, yet youâre positive she hadnât even looked at Jake since opening the door. As you walk in, Harrisonâs already standing in the living room.Â
âHey! You guys get all dressed up for us?â He jokes, but it hits a little too close.Â
âOh, haha! Just took my girl for dinner and figured weâd get some bud before heading home!â Jake laughs awkwardly, letting go of your hand to follow Harrison. The lack of contact makes you queasy, like you need Jake to hold you down.Â
âCome sit down,â Eva suggests, patting the couch beside her. You canât stop yourself from following her direction. Her voice was that of a sirenâs. You sit beside her and leave space between the two of you.Â
âYou seem anxious,â Eva reaches across to the table next to the couch to grab a blunt and a lighter.
You find it hard to look away as she places it between her plump lips and lights the end. The cherry glows a bright red, illuminating her face from a new perspective. She takes a couple hits before passing it to you, and all you can think of is how Jake kisses you and blows the smoke into your mouth. Then you start to wonder how sheâd do it. Somehow sheâs closer, you were positive neither of you moved, the heat of her body coursing through you. You finally have an answer, you could do it. What happens next feels involuntary, but not unwanted.Â
You lean into Eva, pressing your lips against hers. How could something feel so wrong feel so right? What if Jake or Harrison saw this? What would they think? Well, you were sure Harrison wouldnât mind, but Jake is the jealous type. Would it be different since it was another girl, or would he react the same? It didnât matter. All that mattered was the taste of her cherry chapstick, spearmint gum, and the hint of weed coating her lips and tongue. Eva brings her hand up and cradles your chin. Her hand is small and soft compared to Jakeâs which are large and calloused.Â
âSG, you ready to- ohâŚâ Jake cuts himself short.
âJ-JakeâŚ? Iâm so sorry, I just,â You stammer, tears pooling in your eyes as you turn to look at him. Why doesnât he look mad?Â
âHey, itâs okay,â He approaches you, Eva letting go of your face as she scoots back. Jake leans down to whisper in your ear. âDo you wanna?âÂ
You know what heâs asking, and youâre pretty sure you have an answer. At least the whole room assumes so.Â
âNow?â You ask shyly.
âItâs up to you, dollface.âÂ
Those words led all four of you into the bedroom.
Harrison sits back in a chair diagonal from the bed. Jake is standing at the foot of the bed, watching as Eva lays you back. You keep your eyes on Jake, trailing down to watch him palm himself through his jeans as Eva starts kissing your neck. Her hand slowly makes its way up your thigh, your heart pounding in your chest the closer her soft fingertips get to the waistband of your panties.Â
âCan I take these off?â Eva asks in an almost shy voice, her fingers slipping under the lacy edge. Nodding, you lift yourself just enough to help her.
You reach your hand up and move your hands in a grabbing motion, calling Jake towards you. He makes his way to the side of the bed, reaching his hand down to grab yours. Evaâs slowly kissing across your stomach, but you close your eyes pretending itâs Jake.Â
âAhem, E-Eva?â Jake breaks the silence, clearing his throat.Â
âHm?â She hums against your skin, barely lifting to look at Jake.Â
âJust, uh, neither of us have, umâŚâ He presses his lips together, letting an awkward popping sound out.
âOh, yeah, no problem. Iâll guide yaâs.âÂ
Eva instructs Jake to strip as she begins lifting your dress over your head. What was a weed run has turned into you and Jake naked in a room with two clothed strangers. Jake can almost sense how youâre feeling, laying on his side next to you, propped up on his arm. He brings his free hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your warm, pinkened skin. Evaâs off to the side removing her own clothes, encouraging Jake to warm you up.
Jake gently places his lips against yours, kissing you more tender than you could ever recall. His hand migrates from your cheek to your chest, softly kneading your breast in his palm.Â
âThis okay?â He whispers into your mouth, dragging his calloused fingertips down your sternum.Â
âUh-huh,â You assure, moving your hips back and forth desperately.Â
âJust tell me if you wanna stop, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â You manage between shallow breaths as Jake runs his fingers through your folds. He returns to kissing you and you close your eyes, whining into his mouth as he works tight circles around your aching bud. In return, you reach your hand down and start to jerk him off.
A new pair of hands introduce themselves into the mix, much smaller and softer than Jakeâs. Eva gently pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them upward painfully slow.
âMm, so fucking wet⌠Jake, can you move here?â Eva points to the side of the bed, directing Jake to stand once again. She brings one of your legs up, touching your outer knee to the bed and carefully adjusts the other to be bent. âWeâre gonna try scissoring, okay?â Eva asks, caressing your thighs.Â
Youâve heard of it⌠But did it even actually work that way? It didnât matter, the combination of her hands and Jakeâs on you clouded your judgement too much for you to care if it would or not. You needed more of them, of her. Eva maneuvers her legs, pressing her pussy against yours. Your breath catches in your throat at the feeling as she begins grinding against you.Â
Hesitantly, you finally look at her and find yourself in complete awe. The way her eyes were closed, eyebrows pinched in concentration as her tits bounced with each movement of her hips. Suddenly it all makes sense⌠The reason Jake likes you on top and all⌠You reach your hand out again for Jake, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He gets the hint, kneeling onto the bed as he carefully rests the throbbing tip of his dick on your tongue. One hand rests against Jakeâs hip, the other on Evaâs, as you take in just how drastically different they feel. Evaâs hips come to a halt before she moves. The loss of contact is abrupt, and disappointing to say the least.Â
âI wanna watch you fuck her.â Eva states bluntly, pointing to Jake. He doesnât argue, of course. Jake and Eva swap positions, him between your thighs and her beside you.Â
Jake bends your legs to your chest, teasing his dick against your clit as he collects your slick on his tip. The two of you lock eyes as he slowly pushes into you, somehow feeling thicker than usual. It has been long overdue. You hiss at the feeling as he pushes deep inside your soaking cunt, deliciously stretching you. Eva begins kissing you before ultimately trailing her lips down your torso and across your belly again.Â
A pit forms in your stomach just a little the closer she gets to Jake, but you push the feeling aside as you feel her tongue lap against your clit. Out of habit, you grab a handful of her hair, painfully aware that while she feels good, she isnât Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake⌠You open your eyes and see heâs looking at you and only you, flashing you that toothy grin as his fingers press into the supple skin of your thighs.Â
âI wanna try something now,â Eva pulls away, taking Jake with her. She positions herself on all fours between your legs, adjusting your legs over her shoulders as she ghosts her lips over your clit. âIâll fuck her⌠And Jake, you fuck meâŚâÂ
Jake looks at you before moving, only doing so when you nod. Your stomach grows in knots watching him get closer to her, so you pinch your eyes closed as Eva attaches her lips to your cunt, pretending itâs Jake. She works her fingers inside of you again, humming against your sensitive skin. Youâd convinced yourself so much it was Jake touching you that you opened your eyes when he moaned, only to be met with the complete opposite.
Tears began pooling in your eyes watching his head fall backwards, strands of his chocolate locks sticking to his sweat coated face and his hands on Evaâs hips, digging into her skin. He must have been doing a damn good job, because Eva had completely stopped touching you without noticing, her forehead pressed against the bed between your legs and her hands gripping the sheets. Harrison sat stroking himself in the corner, his head tilted back and eyes closed. You seemed to be the only one paying attention.Â
You carefully and quietly scoot back against the headboard, reaching for a blanket that ended up on the floor to cover yourself. Itâs like a wreck, you donât want to watch but you canât look away. You watch Jakeâs face pull in every direction as he plows into someone who isnât you, once again being reminded of the scene you walked in on before. Tears run down your face, and youâre just thankful nobody is looking. At least you thought so, however. Still watching Jakeâs face, youâre met with his brown doe eyes looking back at you. His entire demeanor changes, stopping his actions to comfort you.Â
âUgh, whyâd you-â Eva whines but is quickly hushed by Jake telling her to shut up.
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â He whispers, swiping your tears away with his fingers.Â
âI-I canât do this, I wanna goâŚâ You choke out with quivering lips.Â
âOkay, thatâs okay, we can go,â Jake wraps his arms around you, asking the other two to leave the room for a second.Â
âIâm sorry⌠I just- I donât like someone touching you,â You sigh, burying your face into his neck. âI thought of that one time and I just couldnât-â
âHey, hey, hey, itâs okay, my baby.â He soothes, rubbing his hands across your bare back. âLet me get you dressed and home, okay? Can I do that?âÂ
âUh-huh,â You sniffle, sighing as he pulls away.Â
Jake shuffles around the floor, gathering all articles of clothing that belong to the both of you. He helps you get dressed before quickly dressing himself, sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he hugs you into his side and kisses the top of your head. You feel awful for an assortment of reasons, finding yourself unable to melt into his touch the way you usually do.Â
âAre you okay, Space Girl?â
âCan we just please, please leave?â You take a deep breath, pushing yourself up from the bed and walking towards the bedroom door. Jake follows behind you, trying to grab your hand but you donât let him.Â
Harrison and Eva arenât anywhere to be seen, they must have disappeared into a different room. It was better that way for your sake, not having to see either of them, especially Eva. Jake gets the front door, and then the car door, waiting until youâre settled in before closing it and getting in. Jake starts the car and goes to connect his phone to the bluetooth.Â
âCan we just⌠have quiet? Please?â You ask, placing your hand over his to stop him from pressing the radio. He only responds with a nod as he presses his lips together.
Itâs not long before Jake breaks the silence, first by sighing and clearing his throat. Knowing heâs trying to get you to talk first, you break.Â
âIâm sorry,â You start, taking a deep breath before continuing. âI thought I could do it, but it all felt wrong.â
âIâm not mad at you.âÂ
âI know, I just-â The words barely break through, catching in your throat as you try to process everything. Itâs a matter of seconds before tears trickle down your cheeks, licking the salty drops when they hit the corners of your mouth. You can barely see through the tears, just enough to see youâre pulling into the parking lot of the apartment.Â
âSpace GirlâŚâ Jake reaches his hand over and swipes the tears away with his thumb.Â
âI just wanna start new, Jake.â You whisper so low youâre unsure he heard you over the carâs engine, but somehow he did, he always does.
âWe can do that, look,â He taps his finger against the clock on the dashboard. 11:57. âWe have three minutes to get it out, at midnight we kiss and start fresh, okay?âÂ
Anyone else would have laughed at the idea, deeming it corny or whatever word theyâd choose. Anyone who didnât understand the love you had for one another, at least. It feels like a promise of new beginnings. A new year where you entirely belong to one another. The next three minutes are spent in silence, Jakeâs hand cradling your face as you stare at one another. The looks alone say everything words could not possibly string together with all the letters in the world.Â
Sure enough when twelve hit, Jake pressed his lips against yours. Passionate but gentle, he tasted faintly of wine and remnants of your chapstick from earlier. His fingers softly tugged the locks at the nape of your neck. This was it, a new beginning.Â
A/N 2 many taboo topics are discussed within this story, while not readily in this chapter. A list of resources has been made if you or someone you know is struggling. Please remember all of you is celebrated and welcome here.
A/N 3 sorry for the prolonged break. Real life got in the way but we are back and diligently working on the next chapter!
warnings 18+-minors DNI!!! Extreme portrayals of grief, sadness, despair, neglect, self neglect, implications of ED, dissociation, care giving, care giver, insomnia, sleeplessness, crying, death, talk of death, fighting/arguing, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex f! Receiving, oral sex m! Receiving, cheating, trauma, public sex, public sexual acts, soaking, cock warming
Chapter 12 âhow easy you are to needâ
Her pov
You both sat in comfortable silence in his car for several minutes, your eyes closed as you took in the sounds of nature. Crickets had begun chirping, an indication the sun would kiss the sky goodbye for the night sooner rather than later.Â
âCâmon,â Jake broke through the silence as he pushed the driver side door open and sliding out of the car. You followed suit, lingering around the front of the car as he got into the back seat and reappeared with several things you hadnât realized heâd even brought with the two of you. The blanket you kept over the back of the sofa and then a few bags that held items that were unknown to you. He led the way down to the dock, gesturing for you to sit before he did. You took a moment to toe your shoes off before sitting down, letting your legs hang over the side of the dock and dipping your toes into the cool water.Â
âOur spot,â you repeated once you felt settled, forcing a small smile as you watched the water ripple and sparkle in the evening sun.Â
âHappy birthday,â Jake offered, pulling a wine cooler from one of the bags and opening it before handing it off to you. You accepted it readily, sipping from the bottle as he opened his own. You both clinked your own bottles together in a cheers before your gaze returned to the water before you.Â
âSo, look.â Jake placed his bottle next to him before pulling a large pack of fireworks from one of the bags. You somehow knew he would do this, how he had known that youâd always counted on the fireworks every year was beyond you. Had you told him? Had Dad at some point? You werenât sure on either in the moment, the memory of the year prior the only thing filling up space in your head at the time. Youâd never gotten the fireworks, instead being called half a world away to come home because he had died. âI know that your last birthday was not great. Bill told me once how he always told you the fireworks were for you each yearâŚâ there it was. When had Dad told him that? You shrugged it off as he continued. âI know you didnât get them last year. I wanted to make sure you got them this year, maybe we can let some off for Bill, too.âÂ
âUm,â you bit into your lower lip nervously, watching as he opened the pack up and took out several bottle rockets. âIâŚguess yeah.â You werenât sure about it, the idea of celebrating your birthday on the same day of Dadâs death was too much to fathom, but you knew Jake meant well.Â
âCool, here. Hold this for a sec,â he handed the bundle of bottle rockets off to you before picking his wine cooler up and chugging the entirety of it. Once empty, he took the fireworks back and placed them in it before pulling a lighter out of his pocket. âOh, I got you a cake too,â he continued, pulling a small cake from one bag and opening it. Of course, the gesture was sweet and you appreciated what he had done. But it was still bittersweet.Â
âThanks, Jake,â you offered softly.Â
âHere,â he stood and offered you his hand, helping you up before holding the wine cooler bottle out and lighting each of the bottle rockets that were in it. Placing the bottle at the edge of the dock, Jake stood upright and watched as the wick of each one began to shorten quickly until they were shooting out of the bottle into the air, the bottle itself busting in the process. The noise was loud enough that it caused you to jump, gasping loudly as you backed away from the edge of the dock. It sounded too much like the car accidents you saw in your dreams, your heart rate picking up as reacted. âSG, whatâs wrong?âÂ
Jake had turned to you, frowning in confusion as he studied your face. His eyebrows were knit together in concern as he closed the short distance between the two of you.Â
âSG?â You felt his hands come up to lay on your shoulders as you looked up at him, your vision blurry with tears. âBaby, youâre shaking,â his hands slid up from your shoulders to cup your face. âBaby, whatâs wrong? Youâre shaking.âÂ
âThis was a bad idea,â you choked out, beginning to cry as he stared at you. âCan, can we leave please?âÂ
âLeave? SGâŚno, whatâs going on? Did the noise scare you? Theyâre just bottle rocketsâŚâÂ
âI wanna leave, Jake please. Can you take me to Momâs house?â Your hands were grasping at the front of his shirt, balling it up in your fists subconsciously.Â
âWhat? Y/NâŚweâre just as far from Grand Rapids as we are Detroit, why not go home if you want to leave?âÂ
âNo, not my momâs,â you sniffled, your voice shaky as you continued to cry. âK-Karenâs please. Can we j-just go to your parents house?âÂ
âYeah. Yeah okay, anything you want,â he gave a nod, turning and grabbing the blanket he had brought but leaving the bags as he ushered you back to the car. You were silent as you got in, taking the blanket when he handed it to you and waiting for him to get in. The short drive to the Kiszkaâs home was spent in complete silence, aside from your sniffling here and there. How embarrassing.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry if the fireworks scared you,â Jake offered, pulling the car into the driveway and parking behind Kellyâs vehicle. âI didnât think the bottle would bust the way it did.âÂ
âYeah,â you whispered, wiping at your nose with the back of your hand. Once he shut the car off, though you were eager to rush out, you gave pause until he had time to make it around and open the car door for you. Jake led you quickly up to the front door, knocking once before pushing the door open and leading you in.Â
âMa. Dad.â He called out, shutting the door behind the two of you as Karen walked into the living room from the kitchen.Â
âMy baby!â She smiled brightly at Jake before cutting her eyes to you.Â
âOh, sweetheart whatâs wrong?â You rushed to Karen then, allowing her to envelope you in a big hug. Crying on her shoulder hadnât been your intention, but as she held you, you broke down sobbing all over again.Â
âWe were out letting fireworks off,â Jake offered from where he stood. âA bottle busted, I donât know if that scared her or what but she asked me to bring her to you.â He sounded so timid, unsure of himself in that moment. You knew he likely felt bad for your reaction, he had only been trying to give you the most normal birthday he could.Â
âI see.â Karen rubbed your shoulders and back as she continued to hug you and you continued to cry, giving you a few minutes of comfort before she led you to the couch. âHow about you have a seat, okay? And Iâll make you some tea or hot cocoa?â
âMom. Itâs like 90 degrees out.âÂ
âOkay and itâs like 50 in here. Thereâs never a bad time for a nice mug of hot tea, Jacob.â You sat as Karen excused herself to the kitchen, your eyes studying your hands in your lap.Â
âSG, what happened out there?â Jake joined you on the sofa, stretching his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.Â
âI donât know,â you shrugged one shoulder as your fingers picked at the hem of his shirt.Â
âCmon, I donât believe that. Talk to me, dove.âÂ
âI just got scared. The noises, they sound a lot like the same noises you hear with car accidents.â You mumbled your excuse, hoping he would simply drop things. You could feel your eyes watering more, the thought of ruining his surprise making you feel even more guilty than celebrating another birthday when Dad couldnât.Â
âIs there anything else?â Jake used his finger tips to lift your face, studying you as he waited for a response.Â
âNo. It just kind of scared me, Iâm sorry I ruined your surprise. Thank you for taking me to our spot.â You sniffed and brought your hand up to wipe at your eyes, Jake using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe your tears away before you could.Â
âBaby love,â he sighed, pulling you into his warm embrace. âYou didnât ruin anything.â You let him hold you for a few minutes before excusing yourself to the restroom in hopes of a few minutes alone. You didnât want to keep crying in front of him, knowing it would only make him feel bad which you deemed unnecessary.Â
Jakes POV
To say you felt bad about SGâs reaction when the fireworks went off would be an understatement. You just wanted to give her a bit of normalcy, you thought for sure you had been doing the right thing. But the look on her face was one you wouldnât soon forget. The fear in her eyes was all you needed to know that you had messed up. Again. When would you stop doing that?Â
You watched after her as she disappeared into the bathroom before standing from the couch and retreating to the kitchen where Mom was busy readying some cups of hot tea.Â
âIs she okay?â Mom asked without turning to face you, dropping a tea bag into one of the mugs she had before her.Â
âI donât know. She said the bottle busting or the fireworks sounded like a car accident. I feel so bad, Mom,â you sighed heavily, leaning against the counter as you watched her ready the hot tea she had promised. âI even got her a cake, but we left that and I didnât even get to sing happy birthday to her.âÂ
âHere,â Mom finished pouring the water from the kettle into each mug and then pushed them both toward you. âIâm gonna go to the store and get some things to bake her a cake. Why donât we celebrate with her tomorrow, you focus on calming her down tonight.âÂ
âI dunno Ma, should we? I donât think she wants to celebrate anymore.âÂ
âJacob, honey. Look, sheâs experiencing a lot of firsts without Bill. I would be willing to bet Kathy didnât even call her today?â She looked up at you, hopeful but sure that she was likely right.Â
âNo, I donât believe she did,â you shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ears after.Â
âOkay. So give her some grace tonight. Help her focus on something other than fireworks and, you know, death. We can try tomorrow, just the family so itâs not too overwhelming. Now. Tea.â She pointed at the mugs, steam rolling off of the hot liquid they held. âIâll be back in a bit.â You agreed with a nod, taking both cups of tea to the living room and placing them on the coffee table. You watched quietly as Mom grabbed her purse and car keys and then left, leaving you alone in the living room to wait. To fill the silence, you turned to the record player they still kept in the living room and turned it on. No need changing the record theyâd left in it, anything would do. A Sam Cooke record began playing and you stood messing with the adjustments on the audio receiver as the song played through. As the next song began, SG shuffled into the room. Her presence was announced with a quiet sniffle, causing you to turn and hold your hand out to her.Â
âCome here, pretty baby,â you held your hand palm up, smiling gently at her when she placed her hand into yours. Pulling her into your embrace, you wrapped one arm around her waist and swayed with her.Â
âMmm make me weep, and you can make me cry,â you mouthed the words along with Sam Cooke as she looked up at you, her eyes still red from crying but no tears present. When it got to the part where Sam sings youâre the apple of my eye, you placed a kiss to the apple of her right cheek and then the left. âYouâre the girl of my dreams,â you sang this line out loud to her, dipping her slowly before pulling her back up right and flush against your chest.Â
âLove you, Strings,â SG sighed, resting her cheek against your shoulder as the two of you continued to dance.Â
âLove you too, dove.â You held her close until the song ended.Â
âCan we keep dancing?â She asked as you pulled away, unsure if she would want to continue.Â
âIâd love that,â you happily pulled her back in as a song you knew well began, Little Girl being slightly faster paced than the previous song but still danceable. You pulled out a few fancy moves, twirling or dipping her at times. One more song and the record needed to be flipped. Rather than play that one, you picked an album by Ella Fitzgerald, making sure to play it right when Dream a Little Dream of Me would come on before going back to dancing. Â
âWhereâd you learn to dance?â SGâs voice was soft and curious as she blinked up at you from where her head laid against your shoulder, her petite hand in yours as you curled your fingers around it firmly.Â
âTook a little bit of dance when I was little, but mostly just making it up,â you shrugged a shoulder and held her to you, your lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. The two of you danced to a few songs before you heard the front door quietly open, Mom coming in the door quietly. SG seemed to be in her own world, her head still on your chest and her eyes closed as you swayed with her. Mom offered you a knowing smile, sneaking past the two of you and into the kitchen with the few bags she carried. When the current song ended, you pulled away slowly as your hand caressed her cheek.Â
âItâs a bit early still, but why donât we stay here tonight? I can order us a pizza if you want?â You hoped she would agree, aside from her breakfast she hadnât eaten and you wanted to make sure she did.Â
âYeah, okay,â she gave a nod, not giving away any disdain to the fact and so you set out ordering a pizza. As the two of you waited, you snuck off to the laundry room to let Mom know you would text Josh about the surprise celebration, hoping the idea wouldnât bite you in the ass. The rest of the night was spent with a movie on, SG curled into your side. She had managed to eat a little, much to your delight, before snuggling up to you. At some point Dad had joined the two of you in the living room to finish the movie you had turned on, and then Mom as well. It didnât take long for Ronnie and Sam to find their way out to the living room also. SG had fallen asleep before the movie ended, and rather than try to wake her up you simply carried her up to bed in hopes the rest would help her mood.Â
Laying beside her, you made sure to let Josh know about your plans for the following day. You werenât surprised when he asked if Brennen could come, he had begun to work with the band while on tour. Slinging merch, helping drive, carrying equipment. Whatever had been needed, and you knew that Y/n got along pretty well with Brennen so Josh wanting to invite him didnât really seem odd to you. After that, you texted in the family group chat to decide on a time everyone should meet at the house before falling asleep.Â
The next morning had started slow, as they generally do when youâre home and she doesnât have to work. Even at your parents house, it went generally the same. You would either wake up to her having a bad dream, or rooting around to nuzzle her face against your neck. Luckily, it had been the latter where she had rooted around nuzzling her face into your neck when you blinked awake, your arms holding her against your body as you adjusted the both of you to lay on your sides. Remaining like that for some time before eventually dragging yourself out of bed, glad that SG had fallen back into a peaceful slumber as you snuck down stairs to check in on plans for the day. Mom had already baked her cake and had it cooling so she could frost it, Ronnie had been sent to the basement to gather some lawn chairs that had been stored there, and Dad was apparently going to drag the grill out. It had been decided that the celebration would start around 2, the height of the day when it was set to be the warmest. You knew the guys would somehow find their way into the swimming pool your parents had put up early that summer. A lot of the morning and early afternoon had been spent just laying in bed with a movie on, the two of you making out lazily until she dozed off again. You heard the front door open just before two, Josh yelling out a loud greeting causing SG to wake back up.Â
âWhy the hell is he yelling,â she grumbled sleepily, turning to her stomach and burying her face in the pillow.Â
âWell princess,â you began, climbing off the bed and turning to look down at where she lay. âBecause we are having a celebration today.âÂ
âA what?â She turned onto her back and stared up at you through tired eyes.Â
âCome on, get dressed,â you offered your hand to her as you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.Â
âNuh uh, nap time.â She moved back to her stomach and closed her eyes.Â
âSG, cmon.â You watched her press her eyes shut tighter, fake snoring as you crossed your arms over your chest. âOh, is that how we are playing it?âÂ
âMmm hockkk shooo,â she dramatically let out. You shrugged before bending at the knees and pushing your hands under her until your arms up to your elbows were curled around her middle, standing and lifting her like that as you did.Â
âJake!â She squealed, thrashing as you maneuvered her around until you were able to put her petite body over your shoulder so she was bent at the waist and hanging upside down.Â
âYou getting up now?â You smacked your hand across the wide of her ass, chuckling as she yelped and thrashed around.Â
âYes geez, what is so important that we are celebrating?âÂ
âWell,â you began, bending until her toes touched the floor and letting go of her as you stood straight again. âGet dressed, and youâll see.âÂ
âUgh, fine!â SG rolled her eyes but did as you pleased, pulling on her clothes from the day prior. She raked a hand through her hair before you reached out and smoothed it down, your hand cupping her jaw after. You soothed your thumb over her smooth skin momentarily, admiring her for all she was; yours.Â
âLETS GO,â Joshâs voice rang out suddenly while he simultaneously banged loudly at the bedroom door. âYou two better NOT be naked, Iâm coming in!â
âJosh,â Brennen warned, clearly behind your twin as Josh pushed the door open.Â
âLittle Starletta,â your twin crooned, SG rushing to him as he opened his arms for her. You couldnât help but roll your eyes.Â
âHi Joshy, why are you here?âÂ
âCame to save you from my scary little brother,â he joked, pulling away but keeping one arm around her shoulders. âCome on, we gotta get you downstairs.âÂ
âFor what though? Jacob refuses to tell me.âÂ
âOooh, sweet girl. Youâll see.â With that, Josh led her and Brennen out of the room. You changed into a pair of swim trunks, just incase, quickly before following behind them. Everyone was outside already, dad manning the grill and Ronnie helping mom set the picnic table up with a table cloth before laying out a pack of paper plates, cups, forks and spoons.Â
âWhat the hellâŚâ SG mumbled from only a few feet in front of you as Josh walked her through the kitchen and out to the back patio. You had to jog to catch up, grabbing her elbow as you did.Â
âWe just, well I just. I know I kind of ruined your birthday,â you mumbled, butting yourself between her and Josh. âSo Mom wanted to, well we all wanted, to just make it up to you and celebrate. Even though itâs a day late, justâŚwanted your birthday to feel special.âÂ
âJacob,â SG sighed dreamily. Youâd really anticipated her being upset, so the fact she either wasnât or was very good at acting as if she wasnât made your heart swell.Â
âHappy birthday, sweetie!â Mom called out, holding the cake she had made up and titling it just enough so y/n could see it. âConfetti cake, rainbow chip frosting. Kelly has burgers and dogs going and even some grilled chicken.â You had requested that, hoping more variety would tempt her to eat something.Â
âThanks, Mrs. Kiszka,â she smiled at Mom and then up at you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek before padding over to Mom. As the two began conversing, you moved to helping Dad on the grill. The remainder of the afternoon and well into the evening was spent this way. First, everyone joked around and ate food from the grill. Dad passed beers around, even to Sam and Danny, and everyone toasted SG. She got a little shy with that, but you managed to open her back up by cracking a few jokes and then betting she couldnât shotgun the beer quicker than you. To your surprise, perhaps everyoneâs surprise, she had. At some point Josh and Brennen had coaxed her into the pool, stripping down to her underwear and your T-shirt to swim. You wanted to give her space, let her enjoy the time without you being right next to her if she needed that but after half hour of listening to her giggle and laugh at Joshâs lame jokes, you grew slightly jealous. You were ready to jump into the pool when Dad asked you to toss another pack of hot dogs onto the grill just in case. Reluctantly, youâd done as he asked while watching Sam and Danny join the others in the pool. Twice you caught Danny whispering in her ear followed by her giggling, which only made you more jealous because what could he be saying that would make her laugh like that. Nothing. He wasnât that funny. When you finally joined them, SG had attached herself to you and whispered in your ear about how lucky she was that youâd do something like put together a small celebration for her despite the evening priors events, and then sheâd kissed you so deep and passionate youâd forgotten about being annoyed with her giggling at whatever Daniel had said to her. Swimming was followed by cake, a bonfire, someone suggested sâmores. Ronnie suggested you get your old acoustic out, Josh insisted no one wanted to hear you play and SG insisted maybe Josh was simply jealous of the attention you got from playing. By the time everyone had meandered off to various parts of the house to sleep, Mom insisting everyone stay because drinks had been had, you were left watching the bonfire burn out slowly.Â
âJacob,â you heard SG whisper to the left of you, turning your head to face her. She smiled shyly before glancing toward the house, and then back to you. âTake me to the car so I can give you head before we go up to bed,â she continued. Okay, she wasnât that straight forward often, so you wasted no time in pouring a bottle of water over what was left of the small fire before taking her hand and doing exactly what she asked of you.Â
â¨
September 2017
SG pov
âTell me about your classes,â Jake requested, his hand splayed out on your thigh as his fingertips pushed under the hem of your dress just a little. The warmth of his palm against your skin had your breath catching in your throat as you tried to string together some semblance of words. The two of you had been tucked back in a round corner booth at Prime + Proper, an upscale but cool restaurant in Detroit, Jake having insisted that he take you out for a date to make up for your birthday. Youâd said it was fine, heâd more than made up for it with the small celebration his family had put together the day after, but it hadnât been enough for him. Besides, heâd gently reminded you while tucking a wadded up fifty into your palm and insisting you get a mani pedi, the two of you had two full months to catch up on. The first part of your meal had been spent with Jake showing you all the things heâd taken photos of that heâd thought you would like, talking about each city and show that youâd unfortunately missed. It was evident by the gleam in his eye how much he loved touring, and you were excited for him and the band that they were gaining such popularity. Even when you missed him, you were still happy he got to live out his dreams playing guitar every night.Â
âI donât want to bore you,â you said coyly around the rim of your glass, wanting to forget about school for the time being.Â
âNo, now come on, SG, I wanna hear about them.â Jake turned his body toward you some, a smile playing on his lips as he watched you lick yours. Absently, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth before encouraging you to talk. âIâve done all the talking this evening. I wanna hear about your stuff too, my girl.âÂ
With a nod you delved into telling him about all of the classes you were taking this semester, animatedly going on about the photography class youâd picked up as an elective. It had become your favorite already, and you looked forward to it each time the class met. Jake listened with quiet eagerness, his fingertips tracing light patterns over your thigh as you talked for several minutes before finishing with a shrug.Â
âAnyway, itâs weird being back at school without you or even Josh. My classes are hard but in a good way, itâs nice to feel challenged again.âÂ
âThatâs great, SG!â
âYeah. The only bad thing so far is Brooke is in my photography course but thatâs whatever.â You rolled your eyes as you mentioned her, that had been an awkward realization upon the first class.Â
âBrooke?â He looked confused for a moment before realization dawned on him and his cheeks grew a dark red. âIâm sorry babe.â
âItâs okay,â you took a final bite of your food before pushing your plate away as you chewed. âIt's not a big deal. Anyway, Iâm happy to be back in school but Iâve missed you and Iâm sorry I havenât been able to come to any shows.âÂ
âHey, thatâs okay, I understand why you havenât been able to, even though it would be nice if you couldâve come to some.â Jake hooked his grip around your thigh and pulled you across the booth until you were flush against him, then snaked his arm around your shoulders. âWhat matters is Iâm home now for a few days so we can spend time catching up. And Iâve missed you, so muchâŚâ he trailed off as he leaned in and kissed you again, this time deeper and a little more passionate than before. He offered a smirk when he pulled away, his fingers twirling locks of your hair around.Â
âIâve missed you, Strings.â Jake kissed you a few more times before suggesting the two of you head home, knowing that Josh had planned to be out with friends for the night. After paying the bill and leading you to his car, he took the shortest route back to the apartment while telling you about an argument he had had with Sam a few nights prior. It seemed kind of minuscule to you, but Jake seemed aggravated enough that rather than blow it off you let him talk it out and he seemed more relaxed by the time he pulled into his usual parking spot outside of the apartment. You gave pause so he had time to get out and open your door, allowing him to take your hand and lead you up the stairs to the apartment.Â
âYou know what we didnât have at the restaurant?â He unlocked the door as he spoke, ushering you in as you questioned what had been missing. âDessert,â he grinned wickedly, pushing the door shut and spinning the lock on the knob before picking you up abruptly and maneuvering you over his shoulder.Â
âJake!â You squealed, trying your best to hold the skirt of your dress down over your ass. âWhatâre you doing!?â
âI think you know,â he chuckled, carrying you back to his bedroom and depositing you onto his bed.Â
âTell me anyway,â you insisted, dropping your phone next to your head on his mattress as you watched him drop to his knees and pull you to the edge of the bed.Â
âWell, Iâve missed you. And as much as I love our FaceTimes, thereâs nothing better than the taste of you SG,â he sighed against the meaty part of your thigh, pressing a kiss there before blinking up at you. âBeen too long, wanna lose myself in you for the rest of the night.â You knew what he meant, it had been too long since the last time the two of you had been together. And it wasnât like you didnât want him, youâd all but counted down the days until he had gotten home-making sure to be silky and smooth in all the right places knowing his hands would find a way to touch every inch of your skin if he had it his way.Â
âI like how that sounds,â you whispered, lifting up off the mattress just enough to aid him in his plight when he reached up under your dress and tugged at the waistband of your underwear. Very quickly he had your panties off and his head buried between your legs, the skirt of your dress blanketing him as your legs fell open. Several minutes passed with Jake noisily going down on you, your moans filling the room and mixing with his groans and lapping. You would happily spend your night just like that, except your phone rang and interrupted. You let it ring a time or three before reaching up and grabbing it so you could silence the call. With that done, you grabbed at the material of your dress and pulled it up so you could watch Jake. Again, the phone rang and interrupted the moment.Â
âFuck,â Jake groaned, leaning back on his heels and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as you picked your phone up and stared at the screen. âWho the fuck is it?!â
âSam? Both times, should I answer it?âÂ
âNo,â Jake grit out, dipping back in and placing languish kisses to your inner thigh as he slowly moved closer to your center once more.Â
âJake, what if itâs important?â He growled in response, nipping at your thigh before moving his mouth even closer. Maybe you could just see what Sam needed quickly, so he wouldnât call again. Hitting the green accept button, you held the phone to your ear as you tried to focus on anything but Jake's tongue considering he had just begun to slowly roll it over your clit. âHello?âÂ
âY/n?!â Samâs voice was loud and higher than normal, panicky almost, on the other end.Â
âYe-yeAHHHH,â you tried to bite back the moan that was threatening to escape as Jake teased a finger around your entrance.Â
âOh god. I can tell Iâm interrupting,â Sam sniffled and then cleared his throat. âBut please donât hang up, I-Iâm in trouble.âÂ
âWhat!â You sat up, pushing Jake away as he whined over your action. âSam, whatâs going on?âÂ
âI was gonna call Jake but we havenât been speaking,â he sniffed again, his voice wet as he continued. âI need you to come bail me out. Please?âÂ
âBAIL?! Sam what did you do?â You watched Jakeâs eyes widen as he raked a hand through his hair and then stood from the floor, placing his hands on his hips as he waited for you to fill him in.Â
âI-well I got arrested for being under age and having alcohol. I was at this party and. You know what it doesnât matter, can you bail me out please? I canât call mom and dad, theyâll kill me. Please?âÂ
âYeah, yeah just tell me where you are.â you watched Jake continue to pace as Sam gave you the information he could, which wasnât much more than how much his bail would be and where to go. When you hung up, you searched for your underwear before giving up and running across the hall to your room.Â
âWhat did he do?â You could hear Jake following you, his tone annoyed. You could understand his irritation, sure, but his little brother was in trouble.Â
âGot caught with alcohol it sounded like, needs to be bailed out,â you gave a shrug as you pulled a new pair of underwear from your dresser and stepped into them, pulling them up and situating your dress back down before following Jake out of your room and toward the living room. With some grumbling from him, you both made your way out to his car. You had Jake stop by the bank first, withdrawing the amount Sam had told you his bail was from your savings account before making the drive to the town he had been arrested in. A good 2.5 hour drive, longer because Jake took the backroads and you werenât sure if it was for your sake or to torture Sam a bit more. When you finally made it, Jake still grumbling about how you shouldnât use your money to bail his brother out, you made your way into the police department to see Sam sitting to the side of an officer's desk, one wrist handcuffed to the drawer of it.Â
âSam,â you breathed, noticing as the younger Kiszka whipped his head in your direction that he definitely looked more than drunk.Â
âY/n,â he squeaked, his face falling when he noticed Jakeâs less than pleased face. âThank you for coming.âÂ
âNo, we didnât get to that,â the older of the two grumbled, causing you to jab an elbow into Jakeâs side.Â
âStrings.â Your warning came between grit teeth as an officer approached. You took time to confirm Samâs bail was what heâd told you on the phone, paying it and getting things taken care of as Sam tried in vain to quietly apologize to Jake for interrupting your evening.Â
âItâs not my fault, I mean it is but like..it was a party. Youâve done the same thing, Jake.â
âHush Sammy, weâll talk about this on the drive home.â Jake pressed his palm to the small of your back as you waited for the officer to release Sam, then led the three of you back out to his car to begin the long drive home.Â
âI really am sorry guys,â Sam sighed once Jake had pulled away from the police station.Â
âNo itâs okay Sam. Iâm glad you called me, Iâm glad to help.âÂ
âPiss poor timing really,â Jake interjected.Â
âJake,â you warned again, resting your hand on his leg and giving it a gentle squeeze as he continued.Â
âShould call mom and dad and tell them tonight, drop your ass off there.â You could hear Sam sniff before clearing his throat.Â
âJake please. I canât, I canât go home tonight. Iâll tell them tomorrow I promise I just.â
âSam, donât worry.â You assured, giving Jakeâs leg another squeeze before he could protest. âStay at the apartment tonight and then tell Kelly and Karen tomorrow. Get some rest first you know.â You heard Jake groan but he didnât protest further on Sam staying at your apartment, instead spending the remaining time of the two plus hours driving in silence. You knew he was annoyed, but whether at you for blowing off his plans for the night to help Sam or at Sam in general you couldnât be sure. By the time the three of you had made it home and into the apartment safe and sound, Sam had sobered up quite a bit.Â
âIâll get you some pillows and blankets for the couch,â you offered in Samâs direction, excusing yourself and making a beeline for your bedroom. You took two pillows from your bed and the throw blanket you normally kept at the foot of it and carried them back to the living room. Jake had already left Sam alone, and you could hear him back in his room mumbling to himself as he undressed.Â
âIâm sorry I interrupted your night y/n,â Sam sighed, kicking his shoes off and plopping down onto the couch as you deposited everything to the cushion closest to the arm.Â
âDonât apologize Sam, you know Iâm happy to help.âÂ
âYou are. Jake not so much.â Sam sighed, situating the pillows and unfolding the blanket before laying down.Â
âHe is too. Heâs just annoyed right now. Probably tired from all the travel lat-.â
âNot annoyed,â Jake yelled from his room, causing you to stop in your tracks and your eyes to widen. You didnât think heâd have been able to hear you. âOr tired,â he continued. âPissed the fuck off? Sure.âÂ
You gave Sam an empathetic look before wishing him a good night and passing back down the hall toward your room and Jakeâs. Lingering in the hall between your door and his, you contemplated whether you should leave him be for the night. He was already in a bad mood because things had been interrupted, and he was annoyed with Sam. And likely with you for inviting Sam to stay the night.Â
âAre you coming to bed, SG?â He made your mind up for you, watching you from inside his room where he sat on the bed.Â
âYeah,â you agreed, stepping into his room and pushing the door shut quietly.Â
â¨
October 2017
Halloween was around the corner and you felt awful you hadnât seen Jake much. Between his mini tour across the west coast, school and work, there just wasnât time. He offered to fly you out to catch their shows at The Troubadour, in which youâd just drive home with them.Â
âPlease, SG? Itâs been like⌠a month, and I miss my girl.â He desperately pleaded over the phone.Â
âI know, but I just canât. I canât miss school.âÂ
The silence spoke volumes. Heâd expressed before how much they wanted to play this venue, and now you wouldnât be there to witness it. The guilt ate you alive, but the truth was you absolutely couldnât miss class. Youâd slowly been slipping back into your bad habits while Jake and Josh were away. Not sleeping, not eating, your grades were slipping through your fingers. Your professor offered extra credit for you to pass this semester, but that required your schedule after school to be open.Â
âI canât lie to you, you always catch me anyways.â You sighed, pulling your phone from your ear to put it on speaker, resting it on the countertop as you propped your head up with your arms.Â
âYou cheatinâ on me?â He asked sarcastically, his own attempt to lighten the mood.Â
âW-no! Iâm kind of failing photography and if I wanna pass I gotta shoot a band at The Intersection on Monday.âÂ
âSo youâre cheating on all four of us?!âÂ
âI would much rather be seeing you than this Meatloaf tribute band.âÂ
âWell, if you change your mind, let me know by Friday and Iâll have you on a flight, okay?âÂ
Friday came and you dreaded responding to his text. Every time you spoke to him recently it just felt like you let him down more and more.Â
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: Hi baby, you flyinâ out this weekend?Â
You: I really canât, Iâm sorry :(Â
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: Itâs okay
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: Can I take you to dinner when I get home?Â
You: What would you like me in?
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: Ideally? Nothing, but that one black dress would be nice đÂ
He proceeded to send you fifty dollars via Apple Wallet and requested you get your fingers and toes done in that pretty pink color he likes so much. You worked over the weekend, and barely drudged through class on Monday before rushing home to get ready to shoot.Â
This was a huge deal, you had never shot a show before. Your professor mentioned the photos being added to his website. The entire drive to The Intersection you white knuckled the steering wheel with sweaty palms, praying you had everything you needed although you checked what felt like a thousand times. Jake must have been watching your location, a text lighting your screen up as soon as you parked.Â
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: Good luck tonight, I love you
You: You too I love you â¤ď¸
You grab your bag from the passenger seat, flipping down the visor to check your teeth in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself, your features slowly sinking in and your hair dull again. Jake would never say it, but he was going to be pissed when he got home. The nerves boiled up so much as you began heading inside. What if something was wrong with your pass? What if the photos donât turn out? What if your camera dies? You kept it on the charger all weekend and brought backups in preparation, but that didnât ease the anxiety of the situation.Â
Five things I can see.
You try practicing that weird trick Jake used that worked so well, and before you found five things, your hand was pulling open the door. The venue was much larger than you expected for a Meatloaf tribute band, which didnât help ease your nerves. You approached the box office and explained you were there to shoot, and that it was your first time. The woman was incredibly kind as she showed you where to go and explained what to do. She handed you a photo pass on a lanyard and sent you on your way. As the lights dimmed and another photographer joined you in the photo pit, the anxiety melted away. Your camera became an extension of you versus an accessory as you imagined the day it was Jake you were taking photos of.Â
Though no longer anxious, as the first three, painfully long, songs went on, you grew very aware of how much space you took up. Each time the other photographer moved around you, you felt less confident. He seemed to know where he was going, what he was doing, what he wanted to capture. It seemed like second nature to him where you felt like an imposter. You push the feeling aside to deal with later. All that matters is in the moment. You, the camera, the artists on stage. Before you know it, the other photographer begins leaving the photo pit, signaling towards you to follow him. It was almost like you blacked out, no recollection of taking a single photo, you just hoped you got anything.Â
âYou did good out there! I saw you getting angles Iâve never thought of, and Iâve been doing this for years!âÂ
You turn to see who he was talking to, maybe there was a third photographer you hadnât noticed. Upon looking around you notice it is just you and him in the room, but youâre still in denial until he points a finger at you.Â
âYeah, you!â He smiles as he puts his camera away.
âThank you, this was my first time,â You timidly respond.
âWell, itâs clear you belong there.âÂ
That was the conclusion of the interaction, there was no goodbye before he walked out of the room with his items. He never gave you his name, but youâd carry his words and warm smile with you everywhere you went. You finished packing up your camera before heading home yourself. Silence felt appropriate for the drive home as anxiety settled in once again.Â
What if nothing turned out good?
What if you didnât take anything?
Your body and mind grew too tired to keep thinking, autopilot kicking in and the rest of the drive home becoming a blur. A hell of a park job and a couple times tripping up the stairs later, you finally stumble through the front door of the apartment. It always felt eerily unfamiliar without Jake in the kitchen and Josh beside him poking and prodding, the occasional Sam and Danny arguing on the couch. The boys, your boy, made everything so lively and you realized that the longer they were gone.Â
Halfway through your nightly routine, your phone rings against the faux granite countertop of the bathroom sink. Without looking you knew it was him, answering without second thought if it werenât.Â
âHi, darlinâ, howâd it go?â Jake asks almost out of breath, evidently having just ran off stage to call you.
âWas a little nervous, but I got through it. Just gotta go through and edit tomorrow.âÂ
âMâproud of you, ya know that?âÂ
âIâm proud of you, too, Strings.â You meant it, too. You tried to tell him often, but sometimes the words felt empty with how much you remind him.Â
It wasnât long before he had to go. They had one last show tomorrow at The Troubadour again before theyâd be heading back home. Wednesday could not come any sooner, that was for sure.Â
Tuesday
âWhereâs your little boy toy been? Havenât seen him aroundâŚâ Brooke leaned over your desk, her hand uncomfortably close to yours.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âWow, Y/n. Been that long you forgot his name?â She scoffs, slowly shoving your laptop closed with your fingers still on the keyboard. âIâm talking about Jack.âÂ
âJake?âÂ
âSure, whatever. Whereâs he been?â The smell of last night's regrets lingered heavily around her. Cigarettes, tequila and sex, all cheap.Â
âItâs not-âÂ
âOh, you dumb girl. Know what? Actually, Iâll just text him.âÂ
Why is she still standing there?Â
The anger boils up inside, you know she wants a rise out of you, and she honestly might get it the longer her dumb face stood there. All it takes is her popping her gum and smacking her lips before you break.Â
âYâknow, Brooke, maybe if you werenât ran through like a train station, he wouldnât have felt like a hotdog in a hallway. You have a lot of nerve asking me about him after the shit you pulled. I advise you take your lip filler and fake tits far away from me before-â
âY/N!â Professor Larson scolds from the front of the classroom. Red seeps through your cheeks in anger and embarrassment as tears pool in your eyes. You hadnât gotten a chance to let the tears fall before you watched Brooke run out into the hall crying, her face buried in her hands.Â
Dead silence was broken by someoneâs awkward coughing, every pair of eyes in the room on you. Red rose to your cheeks faster than ever before, anger and embarrassment washing over in heated emotion.Â
âMs. Y/n, why donât you excuse yourself for the day? I will be emailing you.â Professor Larson takes a deep breath before sitting down at his desk, completely disregarding the subject heâd been touching on.Â
You nod, pushing up from your seat as you shove everything in your bag. You hadnât run out of a classroom so fast in your life, barreling through the halls as you made your way outside. The cool autumn air brushed your cheeks, still unable to wash away the heat. Part of you felt you needed to apologize, the other part felt Brooke had it coming. You couldnât let the situation bother you, she had done it on purpose.Â
The drive home was one in silence, tears pooling in your eyes as you reflected on todayâs events. That reaction was so unlike you. People hitting on Jake was not new territory, itâs inevitable everywhere you go with him. As a matter of fact, it eats you away not being with him on tour. You constantly remind yourself that the two of you technically are nothing more than friends with benefits. Whenever heâs with another woman, itâs not cheating. Yet it continues to eat away at you. The thought of his lips on another woman. His lips on Brooke. That girl with your name. You had to trust since those situations it was only you his lips had been on, but what if always lived in the back of your mind.Â
The silent drive was more than enough, your thoughts racing zero to a hundred faster than you could keep track. You park in your usual spot and kill the engine, sitting in your car as the heat dissipates, staring straight forward at the side of the building.Â
What if he was sleeping around?
The air grows cold rapidly, urging you inside before your thoughts could race past a hundred. Once inside, you drop your bag by the coffee table, plopping onto the couch. Twelve in Michigan meant it was only nine in California, unsure if Jake was awake you called him anyways. It takes him three rings to answer, two more than usual, the what if feeling coming back.Â
âMorninâ, baby,â His morning voice seeps through the phone, warm and hoarse. You dream of the way he smells right now and how his arms would be wrapped around your torso, fingers intertwined in your hair.Â
âSorry for waking you,â
âNo, no, no. I miss you being the first person I hear.â He clears his throat and you hear him sit up in bed. âWhatâs up? How was class?âÂ
âWelp,â You pop your lips and take a deep breath before explaining everything that happened with Brooke.Â
âDamn, Pops was right! Little firecracker,â Jake giggled, followed by silence on both ends. âThatâs a good thing, SG. Iâm glad you stood up for yourself.âÂ
âJake, I was horrible to her!âÂ
âAnd think about how horrible sheâs been to you. I doubt sheâs ever been humbled in her life, she needed it.âÂ
You fought the urge to ask how it really was. If he secretly enjoyed himself just a little bit. Instead the conversation turned into what his schedule was looking like, you began editing and showing him some of your shots. Eventually he switched to FaceTime, leading to you watching the show. For once something felt normal. The two of you stayed on FaceTime all night, past him getting changed and loading up their equipment.Â
Even once they settled in their shared hotel room, he never hung up. The boys picked on him every time, but they secretly loved your presence. As the other three slowly fell asleep one by one, Jake remained awake. He always did, oftentimes youâd catch him in the living room watching cooking shows early in the morning. You knew better than to ask if something woke him because the truth was he never went to sleep.Â
Tonight was no different, you watched the time crawl closer to three, which meant it was only midnight for Jake. You wondered how he stayed up for so long, especially since he only drinks coffee on the occasion. Your eyes were already getting heavy, but you wanted more time with him.
âAnd I j- SG?â Jake whispers into the phone.Â
âHuh?â You groan.Â
âMy sweet girl, you need to sleep,â
âBut I miss you,â The words came out wet, tears in the corners of your eyes. Were they tired or sad?Â
âI miss you too, princess. Iâll be home this weekend, okay?âÂ
âOkay,âÂ
âAnd Iâm gonna take my girl somewhere nice,â He shifted in the bed. âAnd after that, we can do anything you want.âÂ
âAnything, anything?âÂ
âWithin the law, yes, my dear.âÂ
âMm, no fun.âÂ
âIâll show you fun when I come home.â
Friday
Wednesday and Thursday drug on for what felt like forever. You finished editing your photos and submitted what felt professional enough to Professor Larson. He was pleased with your work, and before you knew it your failing grade was no longer failing. The aura of the classroom felt vastly different since the incident, people werenât actively engaging with you now. Surely it would blow off by Monday.Â
Taking today off from school felt like the right course of action, besides you still needed to get your nails done. You slept in today and actually ate breakfast. The longest month of your life is finally ending, Jake will finally be home tomorrow. You deep cleaned the majority of the apartment last night, leaving the less grueling tasks for after your nail appointment. All you had left was putting new sheets on everyoneâs bed and folding your laundry, maybe Jakeâs if there was time, and never Joshâs. He should be glad you washed what he left piled up in the bathroom.Â
While on the way to your nail appointment you stopped to get a coffee, out of habit ordering one for you and one for him. Spending the two measly dollars on his hot, black coffee didnât bother you. Even though he wasnât there to drink it, you could add creamer at home and drink it later. More insensitive to wake up tomorrow morning.Â
Your nail appointment goes quick, the lady asks why you always pick the same shade of pink, even insists on a different shade for fall.Â
âMy boyfriend likes this color.â You shrug with a smile tugging the corners of your lips. Boyfriend. They didnât have to know that wasnât technically his title, and youâd give it to him any chance you got.Â
âYour boyfriend likes pink? Does he like boys?â She suggested in broken English.Â
âWhat was that?â You asked for clarification as her accent was heavy. Surely she didnât just ask if your boyfriend liked boys⌠Right?Â
âBoyfriend, or boy who is a friend?â Her filing slows as she lifts your hands, comparing the nails on both sides.Â
âBoyfriend, like my partner. He thinks the color is pretty on me.âÂ
âAhh, okay, I see.â She still seems confused, but nods nonetheless.
A few moments of silence pass before she continues asking about your mysterious boyfriend. Getting to speak about him to someone who doesnât know him is something youâll never grow tired of. Seeing the way he touches people heâs never met simply by talking about him.Â
Usually these appointments go by slowly and quietly, but today was much different. The woman doing your nails wanted to hear more about Jake, about the two of you, and you joyfully shared everything you thought of. Straight down to him taking care of you after Dad died.Â
âHeâs a good one.â She nods as she taps away at a screen. âTwenty five for you today.âÂ
You hand her the neatly folded fifty and insist she keeps the change. Jake never asks for the change back after getting your nails done, so neither do you. Once youâre in the car, you prop your hand on the steering wheel and snap a picture to send Jake.
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: I know something else theyâd look good wrapped around đ
You: Jacob Thomas!Â
Stringsđ¸â¤ď¸: Save that energy for tomorrow night
The long awaited for tomorrow night. You just had to get through one more night without him until he was yours for almost a whole month. It never dawned on you how much he felt like home until those four walls felt empty without his laughter. They say âhome is where the heart isâ and yours was in California. You knew once he came home everything would feel better again, feel normal.Â
But home needed to feel like that, a home. You sprayed a new air freshener over the couch and lit a matching candle before finding your way into Jakeâs room to make his bed and fold his laundry. He never once asked for you to do any of this, but it felt right. Jake truly does so much for the family, the least you could do was fold his laundry.Â
His room smells positively nauseating of him. The faint woodsy, tobacco scent of his cologne soaked into his dresser. His bed smells like him, too, in forms of worn cologne and last nightâs sex. Except last nightâs sex was well over a month ago. How you dream of his lips gliding across your skin, fingers pressing into the very skin he gave meaning to. You were quick to finish folding his laundry and put it away, opting to sleep in his room to ease that one last night. The scent would have faded far too quickly had you been sleeping in his bed from the moment he left. You wanted to preserve what you had, not that youâd ever forget how he smelled. Falling asleep was no issue, his bed was the more comfortable one. You found yourself hugging his pillow against your chest for some semblance of him.Â
That desire was eventually fulfilled, Jake crawling into your arms at some point in the early morning. You werenât sure when they got home, just knew a part of you felt full again as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Itâs evident he wasnât trying to wake you, but you woke anyway. You bring your palm to his cheek, thumb running over his bottom lip until finally building the courage to meet them with yours. The dusting of facial hair above his upper lip tickles you, drawing a giggle from you.
âHi, baby,â Jake smiles against your lips. Heâs always so warm in every sense of the word.Â
âI missed you.â You pout, whispering into the space between your faces. You bring your hand back up, thumb toying with his mustache.Â
âI missed you, too, but Iâm here now.â He kisses your thumb and then forehead before rolling onto his back, pulling you into his side. It wasnât long before his fingers were massaging your scalp, lulling you asleep once again.Â
Over the course of the night your legs found themselves intertwined with his amongst every other part of your body, your center flush against his groin. Close was just never close enough.Â
âJake?â You whisper, caressing his cheek until you see his eyes flicker beneath his lids.Â
âHm? Yâokay?â He glides his hand down to rest above the small of your back, his fingers gently tracing the bottom of your spine.Â
âYeah⌠Can we-â You suggest by pressing into him. âCan we do the thing?âÂ
âWhich thing?â He furrows his brows and pulls back to see your face more, his fingers tucking stray bits of hair behind your ear.
âWhere youâre in me so we feel closer?âÂ
âOh, yeah,â He giggles, gently pressing your neck so your foreheads touch. âWe can do that.âÂ
Jake slowly moves his hands between your bodies, toying with the sleep shorts you hadnât bothered changing out of. His fingers trailed past the elastic waistband, dragging his nails down the wide of your ass. Out of habit, your own nails found themselves digging into his shoulders, earning a desperate moan from his plush lips. It wasnât long before his hand migrated to the front, his palm cupping your heat as he teased a finger between your folds. You were already wet from the second he agreed, the pad of his middle finger brushing against your clit aiding in the wetness pooling at your center.Â
âTake these off for me?â He sounds so needy whining into your neck like that. So fuckable. You obliged, shimmying out of the shorts as best and quick as you could. He wasted zero time removing his sweatpants in the process, his aching cock hard just from the thought of you.Â
Jake brings his hand down again, hiking your leg over his hip as he pulls you closer. He ruts his hips forward, teasing his cock between your folds. You reach your hand down to stroke his length before resting him at your entrance.Â
âWhenever youâre ready, princess,â Jake whispers into the crook of your neck between soft kisses. Bringing your chests together causes his thick cock to slide inside your dripping core, stretching you with each inch.Â
A moan falls from your lips as your arms hook around his back, grabbing onto his shoulders. Jake wraps his arms around you, holding you tighter than ever. He gave you exactly what you wanted, intimate closeness and nothing more. Yet somehow even with him deep inside of you he still wasnât close enough.Â
Sleep came easily when Jake was with you. You so desperately needed the rest, that was made abundantly clear by the way you hadnât woken up the first few times Jake called your name, only waking when he shook your shoulder.Â
The two of you ended up sleeping pretty late, leaving just enough time to get ready before heading out for dinner. Jake helped fasten your necklaces so they stacked perfectly, otherwise sitting on the lid of the toilet as he watched you get ready.
âShouldnât you be getting dressed, mister?â You joke, pointing your powder brush in his direction.Â
âIt wonât take me long. Besides, I like watching you,âÂ
âYeah? Do you wanna help?â You suggest, holding your eyeshadow pallet out towards him.Â
âWant me to pick colors?âÂ
âCan I try one or two looks on you? Just so I donât ruin my baseâŚâÂ
He looks hesitant, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips before obliging. Jake plants his hands on your hips as you straddle his thigh, the pads of his fingers gently pressing into your supple skin. He watches intently as you dip your brush into a deep and rich shade of purple, one you thought would compliment his eyes well. You were more so doing this to see him in makeup versus planning out makeup of your own.Â
âDo you have anything less offensive than purple?â He asks, looking between you and the brush.Â
âIâm sorry maâam, is there a shade you prefer?âÂ
âNo, no, no! I trust you, I trust you!âÂ
You carefully swiped different eyeshadows on his lids, committing the image of him in makeup to memory. It was a short lived experience as he began getting whiny about how heavy his eyes felt. After you freed him from âmakeup prison,â he hurried off to get dressed himself, allowing you to do a simple but effective look.Â
The drive wasnât long, but he still made it feel special by playing your favorite songs and holding your hand. It felt very high school first date but in the best way possible. You had butterflies, too. Jake looked damn good, his solid black ensemble with silver accents from his belt and jewelry had you practically drooling. You found yourself fighting a lot of urges during the short trip from the apartment to the restaurant, opting for your best behavior as you pulled into the parking lot of Olive Garden.
âI know itâs not like, super fancy or anything.âÂ
âI love Olive Garden, Strings.âÂ
âWell, perfect! Then weâre off to a good start!âÂ
Giggles filled the car before Jake exited, running to the other side to open your door. You wrapped your hands around his bicep as he led you inside.Â
Youâd never been in this Olive Garden, come to think of it you donât recall ever having been in an Olive Garden. The wooden chairs and tables paired with the weird designed brown carpet oddly complimented one another. The dim yellow lights and bright red accent wall threw you off a little, but all in all it was quite beautiful. Taking in your surroundings, you missed Jakeâs interaction with the hostess, only realizing you were being seated when Jake placed his hand on your waist to guide you.Â
âLook, Jake!â You whisper excitedly, discretely pointing to a carseat resting in the booth.Â
âWho brings a baby to Olive Garden?â Jake scoffs, shaking his head as he pulls out your chair, guiding you to sit.
âI dunno, but sheâs so cute,âÂ
She reminded you a lot of the baby youâd see in your dreams, honey eyes and chubby pink cheeks. Her little noises were to die for. Jake ordered drinks while you were in and out of conversation, most of your attention spent ogling over the infant.Â
You could feel Jakeâs irritation due to your lack of attention towards him. You reached across the table and grabbed his hand to hold as you looked at the menu, creating small talk over the menu options before ultimately ordering for the two of you.Â
âI was thinking maybe you could squeeze in some time to see us in December? We have a show at The Intersection on the thirtieth.â Jake suggests.Â
âThatâs plausible, Iâll be on winter break by then.â You nod, rubbing your thumb against the side of his hand.Â
âRight, howâs that by the way?âÂ
âItâs going okayâŚâÂ
âBut?â He prods.
âBut I miss having you in class with me, rockstar.âÂ
âItâs never too late to drop out and join me!âÂ
It was tempting. You hated not being able to see him while he was on the road, and you knew he hated it, too.Â
âI have to finish school, Jake. If not for me, for Dad. He would want me to.âÂ
âI know, honey. I was kidding,â He clears his throat followed by a sip of wine. âIâm proud of you for going back even if it means I have to miss you.âÂ
The waiter comes back with your food, placing each plate of steaming pasta before each of you. As he walks away, the baby in the booth begins crying. Jake looks a little irritated, but tries to hide it with a smile when you look from the baby towards him.
âSo,â You lead, quickly chewing the bite of pasta before continuing. âHave you ever thought about it?âÂ
âHm? About what?â Jake furrows his brows while sipping his wine.Â
âParenthood, having a baby, stuff like that?âÂ
âUm, no not really. Having a baby would absolutely wreck my future. Canât be a dad and be on tour at the same time.â Another sip of wine. âBesides, they cry way too much, I couldnât stand that.âÂ
âOh, right. I didnât think about touring and whatnot.âÂ
âHave you thought about it?â Jake asks almost disgustedly, as if it were a thought you should never have.Â
âUm, a little bit yeah but not a whole lot.âÂ
Lie.Â
You constantly dreamt of having a baby, having his baby. But with his reaction towards the booth baby, you felt there was no use entertaining the idea. He made it abundantly clear where he stood on having children, either youâd have to deal with that or youâd have to find someone else down the line. A bridge youâd cross when you got to it, right now all you knew was Jake and you werenât willing to know someone else.Â
âI just think maybe not now yâknow? Like sure, when weâre older, but not right now.â Jake tries to lessen the blow, the awkward silence growing rapidly until a new conversation is started. He begins asking if you have other photography gigs lined up and what that process looks like for you.
By the end of dinner, the wine had settled in causing both parties to grow flirty, Jake gently touching your knee under the table. The comment that made you a little upset earlier almost didnât matter with the way his hand felt against your leg. He himself was enough.Â
Jake was quick to pay the bill and get you to the car where he was significantly more touchy than before. His fingers trailed up and down your thigh until they snaked under your dress, dangerously close to your center. He always acted up while driving, where you knew you had to compose yourself because others could see your face. He brushes his fingers against your clothed center, drawing a breathy whine from your lips.Â
âThis okay?â He asks, pulling up to a red light.Â
âWhat are you gonna do?â You knew what he was going to do, but you teased him anyway.Â
âCould do lots of things,â He licks his lips. âI could keep teasing you until youâre soaked and begging for meâŚâÂ
âYeah? What else?âÂ
âI could give you what you want,âÂ
âWhich is?â Your breath hitches in your throat as he dips his fingers under your panties, pushing them to the side.Â
âYou want me to touch you,â Jake runs his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on the pads. âBut Iâm gonna do what I want.â He removes his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth as he licks your juices off of them.Â
âNo fair.â You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âBaby, the real fun is when we get home.âÂ
Before you knew it, you were parked outside the apartment. Joshâs car was gone, which meant getting to be as loud as you wanted. Not that him being home ever stopped you before, granted you did feel bad for disturbing his peace. Jake hurried you up the stairs, following behind you and standing very close as you fumbled with the keys to the front door. You ended up dropping them, putting on your best show to retrieve them. Ass high in the air, making sure your dress inched up as he grabbed your hips, pressing his groin against you. You wanted him to take you right there, it didnât matter who saw, but you both knew better.
Finally unlocking the door, Jake slams it behind and wastes absolutely no time getting to business. He pushes you against the door and drops to his knees, bunching your dress up at your waist as he begins kissing across your clothed mound. You place one leg over his shoulder, bringing his face even with your center. His teeth teased the hemline of your panties before you felt him bite down. It was inevitable, another pair was about to be destroyed. The number of panties heâd ruined was growing increasingly high, but it didnât matter. Nothing mattered as he tore the fabric to shreds, enough for the air to cool the warm slick that he created.Â
âIâll get new ones,â He mumbles before dipping his tongue between your folds.Â
âI-I know.â You whine, nesting one of your hands in his hair, tugging at the base as his head bobs back and forth.Â
âFuck, baby. I need you on me,â Jake lets his head fall back, looking up at you with his pussy drunk eyes and wet lips.Â
âLay back.âÂ
Jake lays on the floor as you lower yourself to the ground, straddling his hips. It was your turn to ruin an article of his clothing, your hands splayed on his chest as you made your choice. You grab either side of his button down, ripping it open to expose his chest. He looks at you in absolute disbelief.Â
âThatâs my girl,â He laughs, placing his hands on your hips, rocking you back and forth over his hardening length. Your nimble fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper, shimmying his pants and underwear past his thighs as his aching cock sprung against his belly.Â
âMiss me?â You tease, rubbing his cock with your pussy, his hard length pressed against your clit.Â
âSo much. Havenât even touched myself.âÂ
That comment tugged your heart.Â
âOh? Whyâs that?â
âNot the same as having you on me,â Jake removes one hand from your hip to the space where your bodies connect, gently nudging your entrance with his dick. âI need you, Y/n.âÂ
You slowly sink onto his length, your eyes screwing shut at the sensation of his thumb against your clit. Neither of you move, simply just taking a moment to revel in the feeling.Â
âJake?â A breathy whisper barely leaves your lips.Â
âHm? What is it, pretty baby?â
âRecord⌠Wanna see how you fill meâŚâ Ecstasy courses through your veins as he fumbles for his phone.Â
You lean back, balancing yourself with your palms firmly on his knees. Jakeâs right hand is lazily holding his phone propped on his belly, his left hand working your bundle of nerves as you find your pace.Â
âHow does she look?âÂ
âFucking perfect. I need you, SG, please?â He begs, dropping his phone to the side as he pulls your torso towards his. Your arms rest against his sides, hands hooking around his shoulders while he locks his arms around your torso.Â
When did he get this strong?Â
Cheek pressed against his exposed chest, your lips begin moving across the sweat coated skin of his throat. You suck light pink marks anywhere your lips can reach, Jake groaning at the feeling as he fucks into your dripping center.Â
âUh- Jake⌠Please?â You whine, digging your nails into his shoulders.Â
âCum for me, princess. Show me how good I feel.âÂ
âSooooâŚâ You trail off, lifting your head from his chest to look at his face. Youâre holding off until heâs close for the feeling of finishing together.Â
Jakeâs cheeks and nose are blushed the cutest tint of pink, a thin sheen of sweat across his face that his hair sticks to and perfectly furrowed brows. You bring one hand up from his side to tuck his hair behind his ear before cupping his jaw in your palm. Teasing his bottom lip with your thumb is all it takes for him to open his eyes. His beautiful, brown doe eyes that you fell in love with the moment you walked into that lecture room. His hips begin slowing, heâs painfully close and somehow feels thicker than before.Â
âSo pretty,â You whisper, kissing the apple of his left cheek, moving to the tip of his nose and then the right.Â
âTell me again?â He desperately pleads, precum leaking from his tip.Â
âYouâre so pretty, Jakey.âÂ
âAnd again?âÂ
âMy boy is so pretty,â You mumble against his lips before finally kissing him. That was all either of you needed, that one extra step of closeness before his seed spills into you. Jakeâs hips stutter, your clit rubbing against just below his belly making you clench around him.Â
âMm, babyâŚâ He groans, still moving his cock against your walls as he fucks his cum deep inside of you. âOne more for me?âÂ
One more led to three, four, you lost count as the two of you slowly made your way to his bedroom. A hot bath was on the horizon as your muscles grew deliciously sore from each position. He filled you more times than you could count, praising you and talking you through it. The feeling of him lingered between your legs and on your skin well after youâd fallen asleep in his embrace. Missing him simply didnât explain the several forms of emptiness you felt while he was away. How your body and soul yearned for his.Â
âI missed you, my girl.â Jake mumbles into your damp hair, locking his fingers with yours.Â
âI missed you,â You mutter coyly.Â
âWish we could be like this forever,â A sigh falls from his lips and he pulls you closer. âI hate leaving you. Just wanna be here and take care of my baby.âÂ
As much as youâd like that, you know his heart is set on the road. Jake is meant to be something great one day, you can feel it. You had since the first time you met him, the folded flyer for his show at Omega with his number eagerly scribbled on the back as he offered to get you in for free.Â
Jake is destined to be somebody more than your college sweetheart. Mom was probably right. What would a rockstar like Jake want to do with someone like you? That didnât matter, it couldnât. Happiness felt incredibly hard to come by since Dad passed, and Jake made all of the pain go away. His family became yours, you finally felt wanted and loved. A label didnât mean much at this point, you had everything you wanted with him and that was enough.Â
â¨
November 11, 2017
Every single day this week youâve woken up nauseous as all hell. Naturally, as the one with the weakest immune system, you always get sick first. But Jake and Josh hadnât seemed to be feeling off yet, meanwhile your symptoms hadnât been getting better. Youâve been under a lot of stress between work and school which was a notorious trigger for a late period. Something just felt off, and while you tend to overthink things you couldnât help but wonder.
After a half hour of babying yourself, you finally muster up the courage to get out of bed. Jake had plans to look at guitars with a friend, making todayâs goal to make Josh get the groceries, or at least go with you to do the lifting.Â
You walk into an empty livingroom, no musical number to be heard in the distance. It wasnât like either of them to just not be home without warning. You call up Josh to see if maybe, just maybe, he took initiative for once. Four rings later he finally picks up sounding out of breath.Â
âGood morning, Starletta!âÂ
âHi, are you coming home soon?âÂ
âUmâŚâ He moves around for a second, something shifting in the background. âI hadnât planned on it. Why, whatâs up?âÂ
âGotta get groceries, still donât feel good. I donât know whatâs wrong but everything hurts.âÂ
âY/nâŚâÂ
âJoshâŚâÂ
âItâs been over two weeks, have you been taking medicine?â He sounds almost accusatory, as if you were willingly keeping yourself from feeling better.
âYes, in fact more medicine is on the shopping list I thought you were so graciously picking up.âÂ
âOkay, okay,â Josh sighs and takes a deep breath. âI will be home in twenty and we can go to the store, okay?âÂ
âPerfect, thank you.âÂ
You didnât care much for looking presentable, only comfortability was the goal. Everything simply ached to say the least. No sleep was enough sleep, no food stayed down as much as you wanted it to. The stress from school was taking so much of a toll you nearly considered dropping out like the twins.
A text from Josh comes through letting you know he was here. Grabbing the shopping list, you make your way downstairs and into his car. Josh also didnât look like he cared about looking presentable, which was out of the ordinary. Except he, unlike you, had a glow to his messy look. A âjust got laidâ look which made you feel bad for interrupting.Â
âWhoâs the lucky gal?â You teased while settling in.Â
âOh come on, a real man doesnât kiss and tell.â He shrugs.Â
âI get it,â You reach over and press your finger into the big hickey on his neck. âI also wouldnât tell people I slept with a leach.âÂ
âHa ha, Y/n, very funny.âÂ
There wasnât an exchange for almost two songs, just humming and Josh tapping his fingers. Granted he was not tapping on beat, he seemed almost anxious.Â
âSoâŚâ He slowly started.
âSo?â You questioned with furrowed brows. He could be about to say quite literally anything and surely you would not be prepared for whatever it was. You never were.Â
âI was thinking when I was driving homeâŚâ
âUh-oh, did it hurt?â You giggle, smacking his arm with the back of your hand.Â
âY/n.â He scolds.Â
âSorry.â Wow, whatever it is must be weighing heavy.Â
âThe symptoms seem pretty obvious, to me at least.âÂ
âYeah? And what is that, Dr. Kiszka?âÂ
âWell, what if youâre pregnant?â
Your heart sinks at the suggestion. Pregnant? Was this his nice way of calling you fat? In highschool they tried starting a rumor you were pregnant because youâd gained weight over the summer.Â
âOkay,â You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. âJust tell me Iâm gaining weight. Thatâs a symptom of birth control. Yâknow, the thing that prevents pregnancy?âÂ
âYouâre not gaining weight, Y/n. Youâre hardly eating because youâve been nauseous for two weeks. That doesnât sound weird to you?âÂ
âItâs because Iâm under a lot of stress right now, Josh. Sorry Iâm not fitting your boxes.â You huff and cross your arms very childlike.Â
âPlease just entertain me and take a test? At least then weâll know for sure.â Heâs right, and you hate when heâs right.Â
Josh pulls into the Meijer parking lot, going for a spot near the doors.
âFine.âÂ
âThank you.â He leans over and kisses the side of your head.Â
The grocery trip is overwhelming to say the least. Christmas decorations filled every space that was empty ten months of the year, bright lights and the unbearably strong scented pinecones existing around every corner you turn. Never sensitive before, for some reason the smell makes you feel beyond sick.Â
After getting everything on the list, Josh drags you down the aisle of despair. Condoms, pregnancy tests and diapers all in one spot. They really wanted to drive the message home. You grab a box that has two tests in it for safe measure, just so you can rub it in Joshâs face that youâre right and heâs wrong not once but twice.Â
Checking out was quite the interaction, the cashier asking you and Josh how long youâve been trying to get pregnant. Josh could have literally answered any way other than what he did.Â
Oh, we arenât! This is my twinâs girlfriend! Â
He meant well, but the look on the cashierâs face said otherwise. Now a poor elderly lady at the local Meijer definitely thought you were whoring around with your boyfriendâs twin and got knocked up. She wished you luck in the form of âwhatever result youâre hoping for,â dragging on the weird interaction.
The drive home was somehow more awkward as you clutched the bag with the tests in it. At least Josh carried in all of the groceries without asking for help or complaining.Â
âIâll put this stuff away so you can do that, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â You nod, tearing the plastic off the box as you walk to the bathroom.Â
Peeing was not a problem considering youâd been holding it since Meijer. The stick however was quite the problem. Target practice was not on todayâs to-do list, yet here you are. In ten minutes, all of your anxiety would be alleviated, but until then you nervously paced in the bathroom.Â
âStop that, youâre making me anxious.â Josh huffs in the doorway.Â
âImagine how I feel. At least-â Saved by the bell. What was about to be a rude comment is cut shy by your timer set on your phone. âSomethingâs gotta be wrong with it.â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âLike I think thatâs a second line, but itâs not very promising. False positives happen all the time.â Gaslighting yourself would only work for so long. If that second test came up the same you were royally fucked.Â
âCan you take the other one?â
âNot with an audience, Josh.âÂ
He lifts his hands above his head before turning and walking into the living room. You repeat the process, setting the alarm as you hover over the counter in anticipation.Â
It was almost immediately another positive test, the color leaving your face as the second line appeared. This cannot be happening. Not right now, not like this. Not after Jakeâs comments about a baby. Not with the man who loves you, but doesnât like you enough to make you his. Your phone starts blasting its alarm, but the sound begins to fade out as your vision tunnels.Â
âWell, survey says?â Josh asks from the other side of the door but the panic has already set in, you canât answer. All you can do is slowly fall to the floor. âStarletta?âÂ
He begins opening the door, pushing it enough to see you sitting on the floor with your back against the tub. You can hardly see him past the tears in your eyes, but you know heâs there. All you have the strength for is grasping the pregnancy test in your palm. Josh sits down beside you, the heat from his body warming your cool, damp skin. He reaches for the test and stares at the two pink lines.Â
âOh my godâŚâ Josh whispers to himself softly. âHey, itâs okay, itâs gonna be okay.â He brings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side in an attempt to comfort you. You turn your entire body towards him and latch onto his torso, sobbing into his ribs.Â
Would it all be okay, or did you just ruin Jakeâs life?
đŁđąđŽ đŁđŽđˇđŞđˇđ˝ VII epilogue
đđđđš đ¸đđđđ 5963
đ đśđžđđžđđ Jake Kiszka X reader
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, drinking, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, genital piercing, begging, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
apologies ahead of time for any misspells or mistakes Xx.
8 months past
Nashville, TN
Jake
âYouâre a fucking drag these days,â Dave said, shuffling the deck of cards in his hand as his eyes refused to meet yours. Of course heâd think you were a drag, you refused to go out with them to bars. You refused to go to the parties he and Danny held, hell you refused to do much of anything outside of working on music. You thought they understood, right, and perhaps for the first month of wallowing and self loathing they had.Â
âJust because Iâm dry doesnât mean Iâm a drag,â you bit out, annoyed as ever as you watched him deal out a round of Texas Hold âEm. âAnd donât even say itâs because I wonât party with you. Iâm fucking here tonight, arenât I?â
âDidnât dumb and dumber,â Dave nodded toward where Danny and Sam sat to your left and his right. âBribe you to be here?â
âWe fucking did,â Daniel confirmed, his cards in hand as he studied them. âThree blunts, two hundred dollars, and those vintage Ray Ban sunglasses I found.â You couldnât help the smirk that played on your lips, the sunglasses in question tucked safely into your shirt pocket.Â
âDamn,â Sam chuckled, pulling back a swig of the Highnoon in his hand. âJake, face it. Dave meant youâre a drag because youâre so damn tightly wound these days.âÂ
âSamuel.â Your eyes cut to your youngest sibling before falling slowly on Daniel and then Dave.Â
âI meant youâre a drag because youâve sat there in silence all night except for saying two words, you need to get laid.âÂ
âI do not ne-,â you silenced yourself mid protest as Dave shot his hand up defiantly.Â
âYes, you do. Whatâs it been, like six or seven months or some shit?âÂ
âEight,â Sam and Danny both said in unison, both their deal of the cards landing on the table as they threw in the towel.Â
âEight months and twelve days, if we want to be precise.â Sam echoed the words youâd probably grumbled once or twice, or ten times.Â
âLook, Iâm fine. Iâm not tightly wound or uptight or what the fuck ever.âÂ
âSure,â Dave nodded, lips pursing. You knew that look, one youâd seen often enough when youâd first met the younger man. One that told you he was scheming. âLet me hook you up. My girl has this fri-.â
âFuck no,â you refused, lighting the end of the blunt youâd just pulled from where it had been tucked behind your ear. Maybe youâd quit drinking, but smoking was an entirely different story. You needed that to satiate your nerves, to keep your anxiety at bay.Â
âOkay fine. None of her friends. Then let me hook you up with Domâs neighbor. Sheâs bad, dude, I almost asked her out.âÂ
âYou have a girlfriend,â Daniel reminded him, both of them sharing a look and chuckling. âYou didnât tell me you actually got to meet her.â You zoned out, barely listening as Dave filled Danny in on whoever he was talking about, only focusing again when Aaron finally made his presence known.Â
âForget them, Jake, but look. I do think it would do you some good to get yourself out there back into the world.â
âAnd what do you propose I do, oh wise one?â Your narrowed eyes landed on your manager and friend as you took a long, slow hit from the blunt pinched between your thumb and forefinger. âJoin tinder?âÂ
âWell,â Aaron swiped the spliff youâd been hitting and raised it to his lips. âIf you want, but..â he trailed off as he pulled a drag in, held it for a moment before sneaking in an extra breath and exhaling. âI know someone I think would be perfect for you.âÂ
âOf course you do.â You didnât mean to sound so bitter, honest. It was just that everyone seemed to know someone who would be perfect for you. But none of them would be her, and that was something youâd need to deal with. Youâd considered dating again, trying to move on. But every time you thought youâd shaken her from you, gotten her far enough from under your skin, something else would remind you of the biggest fumble of your life.Â
âHave an open mind,â Aaron suggested, passing the blunt to Dave as he side eyed you.Â
âFine. An open mind. Who is it?â
âWell, itâs someone we have been working closely with at the office.â Fucking great. No one, absolutely no one, in that fucking office was your type. Nowhere near it. âDonât give me that look,â Aaron reprimanded as you deadpanned at him. âShe doesnât work there, sheâs doing work for the company. Sheâs fun, and cute. I donât know, I think you two would get along. Plus, she mentioned she was single yesterday. Let me set you up on a bl-.â
âA blind date?! No, fuck that.â You knew what he was suggesting was a bad idea, no way could you go on a blind date. That seemed so vintage and old fashioned to you. You needed real information, photos, something so you had a better idea of who this person was before agreeing.Â
âOne date dude. If you donât like her, you donât have to see her again. But maybe itâll encourage you to get out of this damn rut.âÂ
âIâm not in a rut.âÂ
âHeâs in mourning,â Sam rolled his eyes.Â
âYeah well, itâs been eight months, thatâs dead and buried. Time to get back out there.â You hated the way Aaron spoke about what the two of you had shared, but at the end of it all no one but the two of you had really known what was going on. Hell, even when sheâd visited you in Oklahoma youâd flown to Iowa on a separate flight than your brothers. Sam and Danny had met her, sure, and Josh briefly but no one else had and part of what you liked had been the secrecy and the mystery about it. It was thrilling, risky even if you pretended it was some forbidden thing. Underneath the facade of some forbidden affair, you had really cared hadnât you? Even when you showed it least, the sting of that loss was still very present for you. The last eight months had been spent working to overcome the dumb fuck insecurities that had dug your grave, in hopes of one day being better for whoever the future brought. But were you ready for that?Â
âOne date,â Aaron again, interrupting your thoughts as your mouth ran dry. You should say yes, just to get that first one out of the way. Maybe it would encourage you to try and meet someone else. Not that you were real eager to do that.Â
âAaron.â
âIâll plan it and all. You just show up when and where I say okay? Just trust me on this.â You did trust him, which made this decision harder. Because you didnât want to trust anyone but yourself in the given situation. Even if youâd proved yourself to be the least trustworthy.Â
âFuck. Iâm going to regret this,â you mumbled to yourself mostly, aiming your words at no one in particular. âFine.âÂ
Two days later
Nashville, TN
Her
You were nervous, more than nervous, as you traced the condensation from your glass with the tip of your pointer finger. Aaron had given you exactly no information, aside from telling you that it was someone he worked closely with, when he had finally persuaded you to say yes to a blind date. You werenât even sure why you had agreed, sitting here now with your legs crossed and the short length of your dress riding up with every move. You had to laugh to yourself, you felt ridiculous sitting at the bar of Oak Steakhouse waiting for some mystery man whose name you didnât even know. Whose profession you were unaware of and whose intentions were still, as everything else, unknown. Really, the only thing Aaron had told you was where to be and when. He had even sited an âcan you just trust meâ when you had messaged him that afternoon saying how unsure you were about this blind date. So you tried, fulfilling his request of letting him know what color you were wearing so this mystery man could find you at the bar.Â
âExcuse me,â a familiar voice came from behind, a large hand resting atop the bar near your elbow. âYou wouldnât happen to be meeting a blind date here would you?âÂ
You turned slowly, peering up through your lashes at a face you hadnât seen in months. It couldnât be him, right? Surely, he wasnât the one youâd been set up with. Staring blankly, you ran through what you knew about Aaron and the company he worked for that had hired you. Q Prime, management company, Aaron Frank. You were leading your team in building their new website. You could faintly remember an instance with the man now before you, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to his manager Aaron. How the hell had, surely this wasnât, he couldnât be who Aaron had set you up with? Right?
Of course he fucking was. Jake stood there in a pair of black slacks, a sleek black button up tucked into them. Buttoned just high enough for the material to kiss the lowest point of his sternum, the sides of the soft fabric splayed open to reveal the cluster of coin like pendants lying there against his smooth chest.Â
âY/N?â Jakeâs pupils dilated, making his caramel eyes darken significantly as the two of you shared a beat of eye contact before his eyes fell over your body. Drinking you in, warming you with the heat of his gaze as he admired the emerald green satin dress youâd worn.Â
âHello, Mr. Kiszka,â you breathed, forgetting momentarily the hurt he had caused you. The ache youâd felt for so long in every part of your being when youâd forced yourself to walk away. The anger youâd felt with each packed box and bag that you carried into the small house youâd rented in haste.Â
âBunny.â A statement made in whisper, a shaky breath as his fingertips crawled across the worn wood of the bar top until they brushed gently over yours. âI think I will die right here in this spot if you tell me you are here to meet another man.â
âJacob,â you couldnât help the way it laughed out of you, the ridiculous notion that he would die brought it on. âDid Aaron send you?â
âHe did. IâmâŚdid he tell you that you were meeting me?â
âNo.â You shook your head, looking away from him finally. âHe simply told me it was a friend. I hadnât put two and two together that he was your manager.âÂ
âOh. I wonât be mad if youâd like to leave then,â he sounded defeated, which you hated because that wasnât the Jake you knew. Confident, cocky even. That was the man standing before you, at least outwardly thatâs how he appeared. âBut Iâd love the chance to share dinner with you, if youâll have me.â
If you'd have him. You knew simply that he meant dinner, if youâd have his presence before you willingly. But the statement took you back to your last time with him, the night the power had gone out and heâd made love to your body with his. Is this the last time I get to have you?Â
âOkay,â you agreed with a nod, eyes washing over him before meeting his stare again. He offered his hand out to you as you uncrossed your legs and slid off the barstool, hesitating momentarily before placing your hand in his palm and allowing him to lead you to a table. And he did, leading you right to a chair and pulling it out for you, only rounding the table to his own chair once youâd sat and heâd pushed the chair in a bit for you.Â
âYou lookâŚeven more beautiful than I remember,â Jake rasped once he had settled into his own chair, relaxing back into it some. âThat color on youâŚâ
âHow have you been?â You didnât want niceties, compliments to stroke your ego. If so, youâd have told him how fucking gorgeous he looked. How god damn irresistible in those well fitting dress pants of his, with his chest showing just enough to satiate your desire to see what it looked like but to leave you still completely wanting more. This was the part you hated, how deliciously sexy the man was. Making it difficult to discern whether your willingness to share the table with him was simply due to the eye candy, or residual feelings?Â
âWell,â his shoulders shrugged as a server approached, interrupting his thoughts as she introduced herself and offered to take a drink order. To his credit, he simply asked for water and you declined with a quick glance to your glass from the bar before she was gone again. âIâve been okay, keeping busy.â And by busy did he mean balls deep in other women? Or four fingers into a bottle of scotch? The same intrusive thoughts you had every time he managed to cross your mind, which hadnât been often but was still more than you cared to admit. You were questioning nearly as much before you could stop yourself.Â
âBusy hm? How many women are you juggling these days?â It was a low blow, the look you both shared after confirming that. He was hurt by the accusation that wasnât even as much as you declaring it a fact, and you were hurt by the idea that there probably were other women.Â
âYou know, thatâs how I know you cared about me even when you refused to admit it. Mean little thing you are, bet that tongue tastes so sweet even covered in all that venom.â Oh, he sounded so sexy as he said it, the words drawling slow out of him. Just the bite of the raspiness penetrating you down to the very core.Â
âJust like you to deflect from the actual question,â you answered, eyebrows jumping as you stared across the table at him.
âThere are no women,â he answered in earnest, finger tips drumming lightly against the table in a slow fall. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. âAnd for you, Bunny? Are there men lining up at your door to take you out each night?âÂ
âNo,â you snorted, raising your drink to your lips and sipping from it before continuing as you set the glass down gently. âThere was a man for a few months butâŚâ your eyes dropped from holding contact with him again, half ashamed that youâd even attempted a relationship after him knowing damn well you hadnât moved on.Â
âOh,â Jake sighed softly, worrying his lips into a thin line before chewing the inside of his cheek. âA few monthsâŚâ he trailed off, as if deep in thought as he furrowed his brow and raised his previously busy hand to his chin and stroked over it a time or two. âAnd was he found wanting?âÂ
âJacob,â a warning? No. A statement. You knew he would ask, but were you ready to divulge the facts?
âBunny,â he rasped in that sexy, husky voice of his. Pleading in a way as you locked eyes again, his wide and waiting.Â
âA few months,â you confirmed nonchalantly, hoping to down play and skim past the entire thing. âHe was great, honestly, and for the first few months I was quite hopefulâŚhappyâŚâ you shrugged then, busying yourself by taking another sip from your glass before clearing your throat, licking your lips anxiously.Â
âAnd then?â He urged you on, leaning forward with his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm as if you were telling a great story.Â
âAnd then I just wasnât.âÂ
âThatâs a cop out, what happened?â Fine, whatever. It was a cop out. Of course Jacob knew that. Of course he would demand to know what happened, want to know all the dirty little details you kept away to save face.Â
âAnd then,â you blew out a slow and steadying breath, sure this would never get easier because you didnât much like admitting to the fact you failed to move on from the man before you. âI woke up in his very expensive penthouse one night and realized that-.â
âThat he wasnât me? That he couldnât fuck you the way I fucked you?â Little shit, cocky still.Â
âContrary to what you might believe, Jake, there are people who look for more than great sex.âÂ
âSo you think I was great?â He smirked, pulling his cheeks in and pursing his lips out much to your dismay. You couldnât help but huff and cross your arms defensively over your chest, mostly because he was great. That you couldnât deny, and would be hard pressed to do so regardless. He didnât need to know that.Â
âIf you just want me to stroke your ego, feel free to just say that so I can get drunk while doing it. Otherwise, drop the big dick swinging act and be real with me.âÂ
âDid I strike a nerve?â
âDo you want to see me walk away with your own eyes this time?â
Jakeâs face softened then, a hurt in his eyes youâd not seen before. You never wanted to be the cause of such a painful look again, not where he was concerned.Â
Fuck.Â
âContinue. Penthouse. You realized what?â He put on a stoic face, putting distance between you again as he relaxed back into his seat.Â
âI realized he was great, checked every box I had exceptâŚâ you could see him itching to say âexcept he wasnât meâ but to his credit, he kept his lips pressed together in a worried line. âI wasnât excited to wake up next to him. I didnât care to hear about finances and business modules, or why the Chiefs are the greatest football team. There was no part of me that wanted to host his Sunday football watch parties. Do you know what itâs like to be handed the All American Dream and be completely underwhelmed by it?âÂ
âI have no clue how that feels, no.âÂ
âIâm sure. My mother, my brothers, they all called me crazy because even after four months this man wouldâve probably given me the world.âÂ
âBut you arenât interested in his world.âÂ
âNot in the least.â
âSo then what, Bunny, are you interested in?â He studied you as you paused for a beat, relaxing the defensive way you held yourself protectively before finishing the last bit of liquid courage in your near empty glass.Â
âLa-you know it doesnât matter. In the end, he just wasnât for me, so I walked away.â You had stopped yourself from admitting to the late nights in random hotels, the direct flights to places you had no real want to go prior to him. Admitting to the addiction of the way your body shivered when the cold metal of that little barbel came into contact with places of your body you werenât used to cold metal touching.Â
âI know what that looks like,â his turn to be defensive. Protective. His broad shoulders dropping back to make him sit up taller.Â
âJake,â you sighed apologetically, looking down at your lap as you thought of how to continue.Â
âLook. This place isnât my vibe. Itâs not even yours. Come home with me, Iâll cook us dinner. We can actually talk.â You shouldnât be alone with him, knew how persuasive he could be, and yet.Â
âOkay,â you breathed, much to his relief. He was quick to stand, waiting until you followed suit before hesitantly taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant to his car. The drive to his house passed in near silence, familiar streets youâd driven hundreds of times passing by until he pulled into his driveway and ushered you out of the vehicle and into the house.Â
Very little about the place had changed, a new throw over the back of his reading chair. A different runner along the hall floor between the living room and kitchen.Â
âI havenât had much time to clean up lately,â Jake said apologetically as you looked around, as if the place were a true mess or something.Â
âDonât be silly,â you shook your head as you settled against the counter, watching him stand awkwardly near the fridge.Â
âSteak fit your fancy for the night?â He cocked an eyebrow up, turning his left side to you just slightly.Â
âWhatever youâd like to cook,â you shrugged nonchalantly, both of you staring at one another for a beat before Jake moved to get items from the fridge. You watched him go about preparing dinner for the two of you in silence for several long minutes before he cleared his throat.Â
âI meant it when I said there havenât been any women,â he offered with his back to you, diligently working at cutting the ends off stalks of asparagus. âWhen I came home from Mexico, those final shows. And you were justâŚgone.â His shoulders jumped as he sighed heavily. âI knew I had really fucked up, not that I hadnât known before. But, I-.â
âYou arenât used to women walking away from you?â He stilled as you watched the muscles in his shoulders tense and jump. âAs you said, you can have anyone. Right?â
Jake spun on his heel, advancing toward you with the kitchen knife still in hand before he placed it on the island top and blocked you in with his hands on the counter on either side of you.Â
âYeah. Thatâs right. I wasnât used to someone upholding boundaries like that.â He held eye contact, intense and deep for a beat before cutting his eyes down to the floor. âYou wrecked me. Deservedly soâŚâ
âThat was eight months ago, Jake. Iâm expected to believe youâve not been with a single person since then?â You crossed your arms over your chest, effectively pushing him a step further from you as he dropped his hands from the counter.Â
âNo, I mean I wouldnât believe me either. Given the things Iâve done. But why do you think Aaron set us up?â
âHe said he had a friend who hadnât been dating and was ready to meet someone!â Your voice rose a touch, the need to defend why you agreed to said date rising without subsequent reason. He wasnât even questioning why you said yes, simply trying to argue his case.Â
âExactly. He was tired of me moping around. Not that Iâd been moping. Iâve just stayed busy. But I guess Iâve become a âdownerâ or whatever. I think Samâs exact words were âtightly woundâ.â You giggled at the thought, the sound involuntarily bubbling up and out of you before your hand shot up and covered your mouth at the same time as his piercing gaze set back in on your face. âYou laughing at me, bunny?â
You shook your head side to side in protest before dropping your hand. âSorry. No. Not laughing.â
âMm liar. As much as I love the sound of that giggle, Iâm a bit offended here.â
âWell. Heâs not exactly wrong, Jacob. And the idea you think you arenât tightly wound is funny.â His stare hardened and narrowed momentarily.Â
âMaybe I am tightly wound. But all the more reason for you to hear what Iâm saying. I chose not to see anyone, because I knew there mustâve been something absolutely fucked up in my head if I was messing whatever we had up to stroke my own ego.â You heard the steak heâd put in the pan prior sizzle and pop, drawing your attention from his words to the stove behind him.Â
âI think youâre on the verge of burning the steakâŚâ
âFuck the steak,â he remarked, spinning back to the stove and turning the burner off as he moved the cast iron skillet to a different burner. âUnless youâre starving, but if notâŚâ Jake turned back to you once more, stepping close and cupping your face in his large palms. âI said I was sorry eight months ago, and Iâm saying it now. Iâm sorry for what I did, because it was wrong and immature. Iâve spent months dissecting why and just as long contemplating how to be better. And trying to be. But youâll never, never know that Iâve changed if you donât give me a chance to show you.âÂ
âThat scares me, Jake. I gave you a chance the first time, and you hurt me.â
âAnd Iâm sorry I did. Iâm not making excuses for my behavior. I fucked up. I did you wrong. I know the idea of giving me another chance is scary. But Iâm still asking you to forgive me and let me try again to be the man you deserve.âÂ
âI donât know, Jake.â His thumbs caressed the high points of your cheeks before he leaned in and pressed a gentle, feather light, kiss against your lips.Â
âPlease?â Another press of his lips to yours, his left hand idling its way down and snaking around to the back of your neck. âJust one little chance.â Another soft kiss, his lips lingering against yours before he pulled his head back to provide you a bit more space.Â
âJacob.â You couldnât even sound stern, the way you wanted to melt into him. Against him. Weak knees and all. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the way his kiss left you yearning for more.Â
âBunny,â he whispered, suddenly closer to you again as you let your eyes open slowly to his perfect face. âBaby Iâve missed you so bad,â he exhaled, kissing you slow and deep after. The hand heâd been cupping your jaw with moved around until his arm was hugging you to him, his large hand splayed out against your ass cheek as the two of you made out. Grasping at the front of his dress shirt, your finger and thumb absently worked the buttons open slowly, not that he had many buttoned as it were.Â
Jake licked into your mouth slow and deliberate, rolling and flicking his tongue against yours as he squeezed and grasped your ass, his left hand finding its way to do the same. God, it felt good to kiss him again didnât it? Moisture immediately collecting at your center as he pushed his knee between your legs and pressed you back against the island of his kitchen.Â
âJake,â you managed to pant after his mouth had abandoned yours to find new real estate to spoil on your neck. He hummed in response, sucking gently at the sensitive skin under your ear as he bunched the hem of your dress up in his hands. To your own surprise, you simply moaned in response as goosebumps raised over your skin. His touch was divine, heavenly in the most hellacious way.Â
âBunny,â he spoke against your heated skin, his lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he moved down to your collarbone. âCan I touch you baby?â His lips moved against the skin of your shoulder, the feeling of his fingertips playing now at the waistband of the underwear youâd worn. When had his hand moved there? When it had just been bunching the fabric of your dress up?Â
He was too good at this, dammit. And to deny his touch might kill you, especially now after so long.Â
âPlease,â you managed, your abdominal muscles jumping and spasming as you felt the slow crawl of his fingers slide under the satin material.Â
âPlease,â he had the nerve to mock you even now as he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and exhaled slowly. âSo polite, Bunny.â Jake brushed his fingertips against your slit, slowly pushing his middle digit through your folds as your hips bucked toward him. Not that his touch was unexpected, moreso that it was so anticipated youâd grown eager before heâd even gotten there. âHoney, youâre soaked already.âÂ
You growled in response, his foot nudging your legs apart further as he lightly circled your clit.Â
âFuck,â you whimpered, biting into your lower lip as Jake pulled back just enough to watch your face.Â
âFeel good, Bunny?â He moved his work down to focus at your entrance, circling it before fucking his middle finger into your tight cunt.Â
Would he know you hadnât even allowed yourself the gratification of self pleasure since ending your brief relationship? Could he tell how sensitive you were, not just to touch in general but especially to his?Â
âIâm still mad at you,â you gasped as he fucked his digit into you slow and deep, watching your face as he did.Â
âAnd I am sincerely apologizing,â he groaned, adding a second finger and curling them both back toward himself as you clenched tightly around them.Â
âOkay, okay,â you panted, hands grabbing at his neck and pulling his face in close to kiss him. Jake allowed your lips to brush against his briefly before pulling back again, fingers curled deep in you as he smirked.Â
âForgive me?â
âYea-yeah,â you nodded eagerly, moving back in to kiss him once more when he again pulled away.Â
âTake me back, Bunny?â Did he want you to spell it out for him, or sing it in his ear? Damn.Â
âJake,â you whined, tone bratty as your chest heaved. You needed more of him, but you werenât willing to say it. Not even willing to confirm youâd take him back after saying youâd forgiven him. Not yet at least. Too stubborn to just admit youâd probably have taken him back the moment you realized he had been your blind date.Â
âTake me back, Y/N.â He stilled, removing his fingers from your needy cunt and stepping back from you enough to lose all contact.Â
âJake,â you pouted, going so far as to stomp your foot lightly in an act of, what? Defiance? Maybe. Stubbornness, absolutely. Brattiness, good chance.Â
âY/N. Iâm serious. Take me back,â was he begging? Well, yes. He was, and even though his tone still held that sexy rasp to it, there was a hint of pleading there too. âIâll give you whatever you want, you can have all of me. I justâŚI need to hear you say you want me.âÂ
âI want you.â A whisper, softly settling into the space between your body and his before he advanced forward again. Jakeâs hand cupped the back of your neck as his lips touched yours briefly before his free hand was pushing the strap of your dress off your shoulder to expose the skin there. His mouth made a quick, wet trail down your neck and to where the fabric had just been resting as his hands came down and around to cup your ass cheeks before he lifted you off the ground. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips and Jake turned to carry you from the kitchen. Making it as far as the stairs, he lingered at the bottom step as he sucked and marked your creamy skin before leaning forward enough to sit you down on one of the steps.Â
âI need to be inside you, immediately,â he groaned, hands pawing at your panties as yours reached out and messed with his belt long enough for it to fall open. It took seconds for him to have your underwear off, his pants undone with the sides splayed open and his hand fisting his cock before he was pulling it out.Â
Fuck. How was it possible that even the thick veins running the length of his dick were sexy? You were practically salivating seeing his hand wrapped tightly around the girth of it. Jake stroked his hand slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched for your reaction to him.Â
âBaby, please,â you said, rounding your eyes out as you glanced from his face to his cock a time or two. It took nothing more for him to situate himself between your legs before hooking an arm around your body and lifting your hips up as he nudged the head of his cock against your entrance. Out of eagerness, you rolled your hips down until he was seated just inside you.Â
âFuck,â he growled.Â
âOh!â You gasped at the same time, letting out a slow breath as he sank further into you.Â
âYouâre tighter than I remember,â he whined, bottoming out and holding himself there long enough to allow you time to adjust to the way you stretched around his length.Â
âYouâre bigger than I remember,â you replied, a nervous giggle leaving your lips as he backed out and thrust his hips forward quickly. And then back, forward again, hard and deep each time as he fell into a rhythm neither of you were used to with one another.Â
âShit. Fuck donât do that,â he moaned when you clenched tightly around him as he hit a particularly deep and sensitive spot. âIâll come right now, please.â Oh. Oh. Was he that close already? The pulsing of his cock against your walls said yes, simultaneously confirming what heâd proclaimed earlier and now. He hadnât been with anyone in eight months, and he was about to come.Â
âSorry, sorry,â you panted as he grasped tightly at your hip.Â
âDonât be, just. Donât want to do this without pleasing you.â Jake buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning out over the sensitive skin as he moved his hips in slow circles so he was creating friction against your clit. The deliciously warm sensation this caused started deep in your core and spread slowly out toward your toes, your fingers, even your lips felt tingly the further it spread.Â
âOh my god,â you moaned, eyes rolling back as the wave of pleasure finally peaked and broke loose inside you, taking with it your self control. All at once you were moaning his name, clawing at his back through the expensive fabric of his shirt and arching your back so far away from the stairs he had to hold you tightly to keep you both from ending up flat on the floor. Your body quaked against his, legs around his hips still as he backed so far out of you you nearly whimpered at the loss of contact before he slammed fully into you as he came in hot spurts.Â
âMy girl,â he managed against your neck. âMy fucking girl.â He offered a few short strokes as he milked his own cock with your tight pussy, leaving every last bit of it inside you as he finally stilled with a huff. âGod damn. Sorry. That was so quick.âÂ
âDonât,â you hushed as he removed himself from you gingerly, standing in wobbly legs and helping you up from the step before leading you both to his couch. Your dress still hiked up over your hips, his softening cock laying soaked against his expensive slacks. At the couch, he fixed himself enough to not look like a complete wreck, helping you adjust the skirt of your dress there after before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.Â
âCan I please hear you say it now?â You were sure he hadnât caught on to the fact youâd stubbornly gotten around what heâd wanted to hear. But knowing now that he hadnât made you grin just so. âTell me you take me back.â
âI take you back, Jake. I take you back.â Jake smirked then, smacking his hand against the meat of your thigh.Â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, drinking, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, genital piercing, begging, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
September 4, 2024
Nashville, TN
Jake
Two days since youâd put those flowers on her doorstep, not a single fucking word had been peeped. It was driving you mad, the idea that she was right in your backyard essentially and you couldnât even talk to her. Your best bet was to text her, right? Because showing up at her door made you feel like youâd be invading her privacy, and you wanted to respect her and her needs.Â
7:56p.m. Can we please find a time to talk when you arenât busy? Nothing, no response. No fuck you, Jake. Not a single hint of acknowledgement.Â
9:22p.m. I understand ignoring me, I deserve it. But please talk to me? And again, nothing. You felt so god damn inferior. Even more unwanted than you had before youâd made the oh so wise decision to fuck everything up. Youâd have to take your brothers advice, back off and leave her be. Let her come to you and if she didnât, well thatâs how it was meant to be.Â
Please god, let her come to you.Â
September 8, 2024
Time was running out before youâd have to leave for the last few remaining shows of the year. Festivals and reschedules, and neither were you really looking forward to. You supposed a lot of that was due to the silent treatment you were receiving, the idea of having to go back out for more shows without a resolution to the conflict at hand didnât sit well with you. Even more so now that youâd sat inside all day watching the onslaught of rain completely flood your yard out. You were going insane, surely, wondering what you could do to get a little face time with her. Even if all she did was tell you she hated you, you just needed her eyes on you again. Her touch even, but you knew that was an unlikely outcome. The longer the silence between you grew, the less hopeful you became. Which had made today so unbearable, watching it storm so heavily the later it got. Wondering if she was okay, if she needed anything.Â
The heavier the storm grew, the darker the sky became and then the lightning started.Â
Thunder, heavy winds.Â
And then the power flickering in and out a time or two. And then completely. Sat in darkness, you tried to forget about the overwhelming guilt that plagued you day in and day out. Tried to pretend it was easily fixable, in a perfect world you could just march up to her door and tell her you wanted to be with her and she would accept that and you. Want to be with you also.Â
Around hour two of the power being out, you finally grew a pair and made the choice to go check on her. The likelihood of her having flashlights was slim, and it had darkened significantly outside so you grabbed one from the garage and ran out into the heavy rain. By the time you reached her door you were soaked through, your hair clinging to your cheeks and forehead as your T-shirt clung tightly to your body. You knocked a few times lightly, not wanting to frighten her but still wanting to be heard. And then you waited, the rain pelting down on your head and body. Minutes passed before you reached up and knocked again, harder this time incase she just hadnât heard you over the heavy rain and the thunder that sounded out every few minutes. You couldnât help but to pout as you waited.Â
September 8, 2024
8:36p.m.
Her
Admittedly, you had intentionally avoided Jake since the day of his FaceTime call. It hurt enough that he could be so mean as to want you to see that he could, and would, have anyone he pleased. The aftermath of his actions was that you got to deal with the way you had felt for him, and the way you now felt, all alone. Of course, that had been largely ignored by doing extra work or spending time with friends. Twice youâd even ventured online and looked at other places for rent but you couldnât bring yourself to just walk away.
Which made it all the worse that you simultaneously couldnât bring yourself to even answer his messages. Part of you knew it was because you were so hurt by his actions, and beyond being hurt you were just really upset that youâd had some preconceived notion in your head about the person he was. And it definitely wasnât someone who would mess around with other people and force you into watching it.Â
So sure, what Jake had done fucking sucked. But what kept you so focused on it and unable to hear him out was the fairytale fucking idea of what the two of you could be that youâd conjured up on a daydream. And that pissed you off, because you knew the two of you could have been so good together.Â
His gesture of flowers at your door had left you perplexed. Do you thank him? Trash them in the most visible spot he would see? Ignore them all together and leave them sit where heâd placed them? In the end you couldnât, carrying them inside and placing them on the kitchen island where you were forced to see them any time you were in the kitchen. Okay, admittedly they were gorgeous. A gesture youâd have normally swooned over. Now you just felt bitter.Â
And then came the storm, literally, keeping you holed up at home all day. When the electricity had flickered out you assumed it wouldnât be off for long. You were proved wrong as the house grew dark quickly, sending you scrambling by phone flashlight to pull out all of the candles you had around the house. It was easier to keep it all to one room, and since the coziest was the bedroom that was where youâd been. It looked like a sanctuary, a shrine almost where you could pray to the gods for whatever you pleased, your bedroom bathed in the warm glow of various sized candles. When you heard the first knock at your door you were convinced it was just the wind, your imagination even so you settled back against your pillows and continued to read. But the second series of rapping was louder, obvious that it was someone at the door so you couldnât ignore it even though your gut told you it would be Jake standing there.Â
Moving slowly through the living room so as not to bump into anything, you gave pause at the door with your hand hovering around the knob. What would you say to him if it was truly Jake? And did you want to see him, or would it be better to just ignore his knocking? Well, not in this damn rain. Youâd feel bad really, he was probably getting soaked waiting on you. that decided it for you, despite your hurt feelings you didnât want him to stand there in the pouring rain so you pulled the door open to reveal what you already knew would be waiting. Jake soaking wet, hair matted to his face and his clothes clinging to him with a giant flashlight in hand.Â
âHi,â he offered, holding the flashlight up as he peered around you into the vast dark of your home. âI, I wanted to check on you. Wasnât sure if you had flashlights or anything and the power is gonna be out for a while it sounds like.âÂ
âIâm fine,â you lied, knowing you were anything but. Of course, physically you were, you were quite happy to weather out the storm with your book and your room lit up in the orange glow of each burning flame from the candles youâd lit.Â
âRight. Well. I suppose I knew you would be. Just wanted to check anyway,â he shrugged, rain dripping down over his nose and lips.Â
âI guess come in,â you sighed, moving aside as you welcomed him in. âYouâre soaking wet.âÂ
âItâs pissing down out there,â Jake replied, stopping near the doorway to the kitchen.Â
âLet me get you a towel, I donât have anything that youâd be able to put on but thereâs no use standing there soaking wet.â You retreated back through the bedroom and into the bathroom, pulling a giant bath towel from the linen closet before making your way back into the bedroom. You expected Jake to still be standing near the kitchen, waiting in the dark for you but to your surprise you found him in the middle of your bedroom. âOh,â you gasped, jumping slightly when you noticed him.Â
âI guess I didnât think about you having candles,â he confessed, accepting the towel you offered him. âJust pictured you here alone in the dark.â He wiped his face dry before pulling his soaking wet T-shirt off, his body illuminated by the soft light of the flames. Fuck. Did he have to be so beautiful?Â
âWellâŚâ you trailed off with a shrug, diverting your gaze as he stripped his sweats and boxers off next, the clothing hitting the floor with a squelch thanks to how soaked he really had gotten while waiting at your door. You could hear him shuffle around a bit before venturing a glance toward him, noticing the towel slung low on his hips now as he still stood before you.Â
âYouâve been avoiding me.â It wasnât so much a question as a statement, Jakeâs eyes downcast as you studied him. âI suppose I canât say Iâm surprised, I do deserve it but I justâŚâ
âJake,â you cut him off, watching as he moved to sit on the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed. You followed suit, moving the opposite way and resting back against the wall across from him.Â
âBunny.â His eyes met yours, a sadness in them that told you he truly did regret at least parts of what had happened. âI fucked up. And Iâm really sorry. You didnât deserve for me to treat you that way.âÂ
âWhich part are you sorry about Jake? Calling me to show me what you were doing? Or doing it in general?â
âI didnât sleep with her.â Was that supposed to make things better? It didnât, and you werenât sure anything would.Â
âAnd? You still called me,â your tone was full of the hurt heâd caused, at least if he didnât know already heâd be able to hear it now and see it in your eyes. âYou made me watch you get head from some random girl and then said I told you so.â
âI shouldnât have done that.âÂ
âWhich part?âÂ
âAll of it,â Jake combed a hand back through his hair, shaking his head after so locks of it fell around his face again. âI shouldnât have just assumed you were off on some tropical trip with a guy because you didnât want me. I shouldnât have been looking to fill the hurt I felt from assuming that with someone else. I shouldnât have called you just to show you that I could find someone else. It was wrong, all of it.âÂ
âNo fucking shit it was wrong. That was so toxic of you.âÂ
âThatâs not who I am, I promise.â He stood from the foot of the bed, taking the few steps to cross the room until he was directly in front of you. âLet me show you that.â He rested one hand on the wall by your head, the other coming up to caress your cheek but you flinched and shied away from his touch which just caused his frown to deepen.Â
âPlease donât touch me,â you requested, causing him to back away and drop down to the edge of the bed again.Â
âIâm sorry. I wish I could express how truly sorry I am. You didnât deserve what I did, and I could try to justify it by saying we arenât together. But that isnât fair either, because the point isnât that I did it is it? Itâs that I was shitty enough to make you watch it.âÂ
âIt was mean, Jake. Regardless of us not actually being together, I donât want to be with someone who is willing to hurt me like that to satisfy their own insecurities.âÂ
âI wasnât ins-,â your raised your eyebrows as he cut his own self off, his lips pressing together in a worried line before he nodded and began again. âThatâs exactly what it was. I was insecure because I felt like you didnât want me.âÂ
âThatâs a dumb fucking reason to be so mean.âÂ
âPlease just let me make it up to you,â he moved from the edge of the bed to the floor, crawling on his knees until he was in front of you. âPlease. Iâll do anything.âÂ
âI donât think thereâs really anything you can do,â you hushed, looking down at him. Any other time, youâd be fawning all over him acting like this. A fool for the way he wanted to worship you, but after what heâd done. Well, you just couldnât.Â
âJust let me try. Let me try, please?â He leaned forward as he spoke, pressing his face against your body as he nudged his nose against your mound. âBunny, please?âÂ
You were such a sucker for him, the way he begged. You would always give in to him, forgive him for being the shittiest version of himself if he wanted, wouldnât you? That wasnât fair, how he made you want to give him another chance. even when you knew he may not deserve it.Â
âJake.âÂ
âPlease baby,â he begged, his hands coming up to hold your hips. âPlease let me show you how sorry I am.âÂ
In a moment of weakness, you were putty in his hands and you were sure he knew. He slowly stood, his mouth pressing kisses up your torso as he did. His large hands moved your cami up enough for his lips to meet your skin, and then he moved on to your chest and shoulders, your neck and then jaw as he pressed his hips into yours.Â
âJake,â you whined, your hands gripping at the towel that sat covering his hips.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry lover,â Jake mumbled into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist loosely. âCan you forgive me? Please?â His hands slid down to grasp at your ass, kneading into the supple skin before moving lower to hook around your thighs and lift you off the floor.Â
âI donât know,â you insisted, your legs wrapping around his hips as he turned and carried you back to your bed. He laid you down gently, watching as you pushed yourself back until you were resting against the pillows. You both settled into the silence, staring at one another as you were both illuminated only by candle light, the storm outside raging on as heavy as it had been when you answered the door for him. âWhat you did fucking sucks.âÂ
âI know, Bunny,â he agreed, letting the towel heâd fixed around his hips fall to the floor before crawling up onto the bed and over you. âI should have just explained how I was feeling to you. We should have talked about what was going on, how we were both feeling.âÂ
âBut you didnât.â You stared up at him blankly, watching him as he agreed with a nod.Â
âI know I didnât. Iâm going to make that up to you, just let me make it up to you.â Jake laid next to you on his side, pushing his arm under your neck and using the other hand to grab your hip and pull you toward him until you were close enough that he could easily lean in and kiss you slowly. Kissing Jake was, just like every time before, a magical experience. The way his plush lips moved against yours with purpose and hunger, with a desire to be closer and say all the words he kept safe on his tongue. The way it made you feel had you wanting to forget all of the bad things that had happened, but still your mind wouldnât let that happen. Not yet anyway. Jake brought his hand up to cup your face and as he did, he took the opportunity to break the kiss and speak against your mouth. Â
âYouâre so sexy little bunny. So smart,â a kiss pressed to the corner of your lips. âSo funny and sweet,â one to your jaw. âSo independent.â Fuck, he was laying it on thick as his mouth made a trail of wet kisses down your neck. âMeant what I said in Iowa. Falling so hard for you.âÂ
âJake,â you meant it as a warning, if he continued to speak heâd ruin the moment. You felt him tuck his fingers into the elastic of the sleep shorts you wore, brushing his fingertips over you lightly before he pulled them down over your hips. It didnât take him long to rid your body of the material, though he was mindful of your body language as he did. His hands were diligent in removing your top as he moved back up to be face to face with you, a knee wedging between your legs as you felt his heavy cock press against your thigh.Â
God damn him and his ability to turn you into a mess for him.Â
âIâve missed you so,â he confessed, stealing a kiss as he found his way between your legs and you found yourself too eager to welcome him in. What happened next, youâd later regard, was perhaps a mistake. One you made willingly, of course, because the feeling of him worshiping you with his mouth and hands alike was too good to pass up. Being anointed in his attention had always come with a cost, a price so high that youâd found yourself in this predicament and here you were failing to hold strong to your will. It took less than a minute of making out before he was gently nudging at your entrance with the head of his cock, hard and leaking already. And you welcomed him, let him fill you right up as you gasped in response to the sting of the way he perfectly stretched you. His face baptized in the orange flicker of flame as he sank into you slowly, a whine shaking out of him.Â
âOh Jake,â you sighed, your voice mimicking his with the way it shook. âWe canât do this,â you insisted, making no further move to stop what was already happening. Quite the opposite, your legs hooked around his hips as he fucked into you slow and deep and you moaned his name with such intensity it was as if you were chanting a prayer. For him only, your pierced and brilliant landlord. Whatever he may be to you, past or in the future, in the present he was everything as his wet and warm lips found your neck and sucked generously in an effort to mark his territory. Claim his stake, name you as his even if for only the night. Absently, you moved your hands above your head to rest back on your pillow, Jake following their trail with one large hand. He held your wrists, his free hand going back to clutch the headboard as he stared down at you.Â
âIs this the last time I get to have you?â He questioned, curiosity coating the winded way he spoke as he rocked into you. You wanted to tell him no, youâd happily be his if he asked and spend every day exactly like this. But you couldnât. You deserved better than what he gave you, and you both knew it. Your mouth dropped open with a moan, the words refusing to leave your inner thoughts to confirm what he already knew. So, you didnât. Actually, quite the opposite, you shocked yourself as your head shook side to side before you pressed your face against your inner arm and pinched your eyes shut.Â
âOh baby, just like that. Donât stop, donât stop,â you begged quietly, biting at your own arm to stifle another moan.Â
âNo, let me hear you,â Jake insisted, dragging in and out slower than he had been. Deeper, too, as he released his hold on your wrists and used that hand to turn your face toward him gently. âLet me see you. Pretty baby.âÂ
Oh, he was a lush. So drunk on desire as he looked at you with lidded eyes. He sat back on his heels, pulling you with him as he hooked a hand around your thigh and moved that leg to rest on his shoulder opposite. His movement forced you to twist onto your side as he moved in as close as he could, backing out of you slowly and then delivering a sharp thrust forward of his hips.Â
âOh my god,â you gasped, your fingers clutching at his forearm as your nails dug into his skin.Â
âLike that, Bunny? Feel me right here?â His hand pressed to your lower abdomen firmly as he rocked deeper into you.Â
âYeah. Deeper,â your voice shook as you begged further. All those nights, weeks, without him had taken their toll. And now, stretched snuggly around him with your walls contracting and squeezing his length, you were coming undone at his hand.Â
Again. Fuck.Â
But it wasnât just you falling apart, Jake finding anywhere he could to place his mouth. To nip or suck at your skin. He kept a steady pace as he fucked into you until you were nothing but a mess of noises as your body shivered and shook, your climax so strong it rendered your voice useless. Jakes head tipped back as he guided you through your orgasm, him riding the wave of pleasure along side you as he came with a loud groan.Â
After, with the two of you tangled up, he delivered kiss after kiss gently to your lips as he whispered to you. âI know you deserve better than me. Know Iâm not worthy of you.âÂ
âJake, shhh,â you shushed him as you hid your face against his chest, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. His response was to hold you closer, his hand petting over the back of your head. âCan you blow the candles out?â
âOf course,â he slid from your bed and worked his way around the room, blowing out every last candle before feeling his way back to the bedside and laying down with you once again.Â
September 29, 2024
Nashville, TN
Jake
The final few shows had gone so well, you could hardly wait to finally be back home. After that night with her, youâd agreed to give her space. The two of you would talk when you were home from touring, which was fair. You had considered going home between Canada and Mexico, but in an effort to stay true to your word youâd flown to Mexico early and taken yourself a few days to simply relax and enjoy the place. It was so hard not to text her, call even. Start a conversation. Anything to keep that contact and communication going, part of you still feared the night of the storm was your last night together. Youâd done what you could to savor it, to hold onto the wild and wondrous thing youâd found in her. Just incase.Â
Just.Â
Incase.Â
It was weird, the eerie feeling you got on the drive from the airport to your house. Youâd been excited at first, yet the closer you got to reaching your destination, the worse the sinking feeling in your stomach got. You laughed through your anxiety, telling yourself how incredibly ridiculous you were being. Upon your arrival home, you forced yourself to take as much time as possible carrying your bags in. Unpacking. Starting a load of laundry before going through the mail that had piled up in your absence. Luckily, youâd had a friend stop by every other day to take the mail in so it wouldnât over flow. A few bills, several ads and promotional materials and a small package. That caught your eye.Â
Placing the other things onto the island in your kitchen, you picked it up to inspect it. No markings from the post office indicating it had been through the postal service.Â
Not even a single stamp. Just your name written out in sharpie.Â
You gave thought to wondering if it could be some weird package from a fan that had unfortunately found your address, but considering that hadnât been an issue you moved to your next assumption. Hoping you were wrong, you ripped the mailer open and dumped the contents onto the counter top.Â
An envelope.Â
Two silver keys on a ring.Â
Fuck.Â
Opening the envelope you removed first, a check, and then a folded piece of print paper. Carefully, you took it up and unfolded it as your eyes scanned the writing on it.Â
Iâm sorry I didnât say this to your face, truthfully I wasnât even sure I was doing it until a few days ago. I canât stay here, Iâd keep letting you hurt me without consequence to your actions. But, you were right. I deserve better. But make no mistake, not better than you. Better than your choices. Iâm including a check to cover the rest of my lease. Be well.Â
Just like that. She was gone, just like that. Grabbing the keys, you hurried out your back door and across the lawn to the front door of the guest house. You fumbled with the keys, dropping them before you managed to finally get the door unlocked and pushed open. Of course, you knew what youâd find. But that didnât stop the intense and sudden wave of aching and longing you felt in your heart when you stepped in to find it empty of any trace that sheâd ever been there. Your feet carried you through the small space to the bedroom, finding it empty as well. The bathroom, empty. Sheâd done a spectacular job cleaning it, pristine as if it had never been lived in.Â
But you knew, her ghost would haunt those walls just the same as they would your home.Â
And it was all your fault.Â
Resigning to the fact she was really gone, you locked the space up and went back to your house to lock yourself away with a bottle of bourbon.Â
summary: AU! Jake Kiszka owns a gentlemenâs club, the most prominent gentlemenâs club in Tennessee. SĂŠmillante is full of beautiful women and wealthy, sinister patrons. Is Jake just as sinister as those patrons? Or is it all for show?
Warnings: MINORS DNI, sir kink, praise kink, dom/sub kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex, oral sex f! And m! Receiving, adult subjects, unprotected sex, belt play, lap dances, pole dancingâŚIâm sure this list will grow.
AU!JAKE KISZKA X READER
Please comment or message to be added to the tag list!
summary: AU! Jake Kiszka owns a gentlemenâs club, the most prominent gentlemenâs club in Tennessee. SĂŠmillante is full of beautiful women and wealthy, sinister patrons. Is Jake just as sinister as those patrons? Or is it all for show?
Warnings: MINORS DNI, sir kink, praise kink, dom/sub kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex, oral sex f! And m! Receiving, adult subjects, unprotected sex, belt play, lap dances, pole dancingâŚIâm sure this list will grow.
AU!JAKE KISZKA X READER
Please comment or message to be added to the tag list!
đ´đđŻđŤđŚđŤđ¤đ° đąđŹ đŚđŤđ đŠđ˛đĄđ˘: sex, drug use, alcohol consumption, vulgar language, religious implications, demons, Lucifer, fire, blood, power, deals, the occult, rituals
â âąâ âąâ âąâ âąâ
âI want it.â Jake rasped, dragging his fingertips down Hecateâs arm lightly. âWhatever it takes, just name your price.â
âAnd youâll follow my rules? Like a good little boy,â she hissed in return, eyes flashing black so quickly he would be willing to convince himself he had imagined it if it hadnât been the third time since he summoned her that night.Â
âIâll follow your fucking rules alright,â he agreed with a growl, sneering as she huffed at his tone.Â
âDonât, for a single second, believe you are in charge here. Not in a single way, for any ounce of a second will you be in charge ever again.â Hecate closed the short space between herself and Jake, hand snaking around to grasp tightly at his long chocolatey locks. âIf we seal this deal, youâre mine. Your soul, your life. At the end of it, you will seek eternity serving me.âÂ
She smirked, pulled his face close as he inhaled sharply at the pain she was pulling to the back of his scalp. âNow tell me you want to fuck me, Jacob. And that youâll make it real good so I believe youâre worthy of this gift.âÂ
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, drinking, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, genital piercing, oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, name calling, slight degrading maybe, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Some of this is justâŚsmut.
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
please forgive any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, Iâve had no time to edit đŤśđť
September 3, 2024
Nashville, TN
Jake
Itâs funny the way things change in a moment, how something you didnât know you wanted presents itself to you. It happens in an instant, life changing events. One minute youâre innocently playing around on an old acoustic, and the next sheâs knocking on your door asking for help. And youâre the type to offer it willingly, walking directly into the spider web and helping to weave its intricate threads in every corner of your life. You blink and youâre in a hotel room, begging her to join you for just one more day and sheâs insisting she canât, but she does anyway and you confess your feelings in some half ass attempt after drunkenly fucking her. A breath exhaled and youâre standing at the airport saying goodbye before heading in opposite directions; you, on an international flight to Japan and her back home to Nashville. This had all started three months ago, and you found it funny how in three short months your life could change so drastically. You found it frustrating that you boarded your flight feeling like you werenât good enough for her to throw caution to the wind and follow you 6,000 miles across the world. You found it sad that you were sat here now, slouched in the corner of your couch nursing the last half of a bottle of bourbon alone. But to dissect why, you would have to go back to the beginning of the end.Â
August 9, 2024
Des Moines, IA
Her
âCâmere, just let me get a little taste,â Jake rasped, on his knees in the middle of the bed. His large hands circled your ankles and yanked you down the bed toward him.Â
âJake,â you gasped his name as he slid his hands up your thighs, pushing them as far apart as he felt youâd be comfortable with and holding them there.Â
âBunny,â he answered, his fingers idly working your panties down. You lifted up involuntarily, giving no real thoughts to his actions as you watched him. âJust a little bit,â he insisted, ridding your body of the garment and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.Â
âJake,â you whined again, blowing out a shaky breath of air as he pressed another kiss to the crease between your thigh and groin.Â
âYes?â His lips moved against your skin as he kissed inward further, moving one hand up to grab hold of one of yours. He guided it to the back of his head then, blinking up at you for a beat before closing his eyes pressing a wet kiss over your clit.Â
âOhhhh mmm,â you moaned, your fingers curling around locks of his hair. âJ-Jake. I c-canât. No more. No more,â you begged as his mouth continued to move over your sensitive nub. âPlease.â
Lifting up, Jake had a drunken look about him. Heavy eyes, wet lips, the thickest hard on youâd seen him sport yet.Â
âBaby why,â his hands rubbed down your thighs slowly and then up again, dragging his fingertips slowly along the goosebumped skin. âDonât I make you feel good?âÂ
âMake me feel too good, thatâs the problem,â you confessed, bringing your hands up to hide your face. âNot used toâŚâ you trailed off, mumbling to yourself.Â
âNot used to what now?â Jake removed your hands from your face, holding them in his as he waited expectantly. The corners of his mouth were curled up in a sinister smile.Â
âNot used to so many orgasms all of the time,â you divulged, your cheeks flaming. And it wasnât a lie, your ex had not been well versed in the art of making you orgasm. The last two days alone with Jake had been widely spent in bed, finding yourselves undressing one another very shortly after his show had ended. Where had he found the stamina? You could never be sure, his energy was unmatched and heâd kept you up all night. Youâd managed to sleep on the short flight to Des Moines, a few hours of rest had done you both well. As evidenced by the fact he had held you as his willing hostage in the hotel bed since.Â
âNo?â You could hear the amusement in his voice as he lifted your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles. âMy girl a sensitive little bunny huh? Canât handle what Iâm giving her?âÂ
Your cheeks grew hotter, the blush creeping down your neck and chest. âJust not used to it,â you insisted stubbornly.Â
âThen Iâll go slow,â Jake responded as he let go of your hands and moved to lay along side you. âMake you feel real good. Show you how much you can handleâŚâ his lips met your neck then, sucking lightly as he traced patterns with his fingertips on your inner thigh.Â
âNot sure I can handle much moreâŚâÂ
âOh, you can,â he insisted, trailing his way back down until he was laying between your legs again. âBut, if you canât. Just let me know.â Again, he grabbed your hand and guided it to rest at the back of his head, sending you a wink as he did. The remainder of your night was spent just the same, Jake ever so slowly encouraging orgasm after orgasm out of you, marveling at how sensitive youâd become to his touch. Praising you with each caress, only offering his heavy cock when he knew you were nearly spent.Â
August 10, 2024
âYou sure I canât talk you into coming tonight?â Jake sat on the sofa in his hotel room, pushing his feet into his boots before zipping them as he watched you get comfortable sprawled across the bed.Â
âNo but thank you,â you smiled briefly, nuzzling your face into the pillows you were using. âIâm just gonna stay here and rest.â You could see his smirk through your lidded eyes, his gaze shifting down to his feet as he fixed the cuff of his jeans over his boots.Â
âMy girlâs tired, huh? Gotta build your stamina up,â he chuckled, standing then and crossing the room to the bed. âIâll be back in a few hours? Ricochet is only a few blocks away if you feel like joining. If not, I can bring you some food back?â
âFood would be good, Mr. Kiszka,â you smiled up at him, turning to rest on your back so you could better see his face. Your reached an arm up, caressing his jaw with your palm before dragging your hand down over his chest slowly and hooking your fingers around where the shirt was held buttoned together. âGo enjoy yourself,â you insisted, tugging gently as he leaned over you.Â
âMuch rather enjoy myself here with you,â he brushed his plush lips over yours before kissing your neck and sucking gently.Â
âJacob,â you warned, hand tangled in the hair at the back of his head as you held him there. He nipped at the now sensitive skin before pulling away, pleased with the faint mark heâd left there.Â
âRest. I have big plans for you tonight,â he couldnât help but smirk before turning on his heel and making his leave.Â
August 11, 2024
1:02a.m.
âBunnnny,â Jake whispered in your ear, his voice a song as he nudged the shell of your ear with his nose. âIâm back. Iâm so fucking horny,â he sighed then, rutting his hips against your ass as his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. Youâd heard him come in, his drunken ramblings to himself and stumbling about had woken you. Much later than heâd said heâd be back, but even then who were you to be upset about him enjoying his off time?Â
âI forgot your food,â he remembered, huffing out a sigh so you knew he was clearly disappointed in himself.Â
âItâs okay,â you yawned, turning over in his arms until you were facing him. âHave a good night?â
âFun. Better if youâd been out with meâŚmissed you.â His hand idly rubbed circles over the small of your back, beneath his T-shirt that youâd thrown on after showering. âThought about how badly I wanted to kiss you âbout a million times.â His confession was followed with his hand vacating your back and moving to grasp at the side of your neck just beneath your jaw as his lips met yours heatedly. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue pushing past your lips and rolling against your own as he whimpered into your mouth. At the same time, you threw your leg over his hip in an effort to get even closer than you already were. Your hands worked to undo his belt as the two of you made out, moving on to open the button on his jeans and then the zipper there after. Things turned heated quickly as you pushed the sides of his jeans open and slipped your hand into his briefs to palm at his cock, his mouth devouring every kiss you offered as if heâd been starved of affection for months. The more you made out and the more you stroked his thick cock, the harder he got and the noisier your making out became.Â
âNeed you,â he breathed when he broke away for air, groaning as you removed his dick from the confines of his jeans and briefs.Â
âHave me,â you mumbled as his hand came down between your body and his, his fingers brushing over you lightly before hooking into the fabric of your panties and pushing it to the side. He fisted his shaft then, slowly stroking his length with your hand following the same path his took. You couldnât help but to drop your gaze to watch you both jack him off, your pupils dilating as you watched him roll the pad of his thumb over the barbell he had pierced through the head.Â
âDoes it turn you on watching me touch myself the same way you touch me?â He sounded so sexy, panting in a way as your hand and his continued.Â
âYeah,â you nearly whispered as he gently nudged your hand away and pushed his cock through your folds, pulling a whine from you.Â
âGood,â his lips smirked up slightly, the pillowy head of his cock nudging at your entrance until he pushed into you. His hand came to rest at your hip, pulling you further onto his length until he was buried to the hilt. The worn denim of his jeans rubbed against your inner thighs as he rutted his hips forward and back, falling into a slow, lazy pace though his breathing would have you believe otherwise. âFucking divine,â he mumbled to himself, eyes rolling back.Â
âBa-Jake,â you moaned, his hand coming up to grasp your chin as he opened his eyes to you again.Â
âSay it, call me baby.â Was he begging you? His tone definitely had a hint of pleading in it, an urgency to hear you call him a pet name just the same as he had begun doing you.Â
You couldnât.Â
God, you wanted to so bad. But wouldnât that cross a line? Neither of you had defined what was going on between you. What you were?Â
Part of you didnât care, so caught up in the moment that youâd tell him anything he wanted to hear.Â
âFuck, baby,â you whimpered, Jake immediately covering your mouth with his as he fucked into you quicker. Your hands grasped at his shirt, unbuttoning it with an urgency to have your hands on his soft skin wherever you could.Â
âLove fucking you like this,â he said between kisses, releasing his hold on your chin and grabbing your hip roughly. You ran your hand up his chest and back down, around to his back where your nails dug in the deeper he pushed into you. You clenched tightly around him, your back arching and pushing your chest forward and against his.Â
âOh fuck,â you gasped into Jakes mouth, moving with him so each time he thrust forward you were pushing yourself further onto him. âIâm.â
âYou gonna come? Soak my cock, go on. I got you.â He slid one arm under your neck, his hand cupping the back of your head as his other pressed into the small of your back and held you as your body quaked and shivered against his. âSâmy girl. Show me how good I make you feel.âÂ
Jakeâs strong arms held you as you rode out your orgasm, your body weakening with fatigue as you came down from the dizzying high of euphoria. Still, he clung to you as he slowed his pace and you clenched tightly around him, his cock throbbing against your fluttering walls.Â
âKiss me, Jake,â you begged, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.Â
âFuck,â he moaned against your mouth, warm puffs of air blanketing your lips the heavier his breathing became. âRight there. Cmon baby, fuck. Oh fuck.â His head tipped forward to rest against yours as he came, his eyes drunk with desire. Several long minutes passed as you both fought to catch your breath before Jake finally spoke again. âDamn. I am falling so hard for you,â he confessed softly, pulling back enough to study your expression. âCome to Japan with me.âÂ
August 12, 2024
2:27a.m.
Show day, as youâd found out twice now, consisted of a lot of waiting around. Between sound checks, band meetings or huddles, and Jakeâs need to âget into the headspaceâ youâd spent a lot of time trying to stay out of the way while simultaneously waiting for show time. Hiding in the shadows on the side of the stage, youâd spent the entire duration of the show appreciating Jakeâs artistry and performance. The man was talented, of course, and with his sentiment the night prior youâd found yourself admiring him with rose tinted glasses on for sure. You hadnât been able to vocalize it to him, but you knew you were falling for him too. Whatever this had started out as, it felt like so much more now. Something much deeper than hooking up. Â
And then there was his request of coming to Japan.Â
And then Australia.Â
Anything but return home without him.Â
You wanted to, wished you could. But work and other obligations remained. Youâd already rearranged your schedule to spend so much time with him, it would feel wrong to continue ditching your responsibilities or consuming so much of his time. Even if you really wanted to.Â
Telling Jake no was a lot easier in theory, because after insisting that you couldnât he had pouted and been in a pissy ass mood nearly every time the two of you had spoken. On stage he had been brilliant, smiling and cutting up with his brothers. Yet that had changed the second the two of you were alone in his hotel room again, even through showering together heâd remained ever silent apart from thanking you for washing his hair. And then heâd settled back against the headboard of the bed, acoustic in hand as he played a bluesy riff and watched you braid your hair back so it was off your face and neck.Â
âDid you enjoy this trip to see me?â His voice rose over the sound of his acoustic, his eyes tracking your movements as you placed your toiletries back into your backpack and then crawled up onto the hotel bed.Â
âVery much,â you confessed, settling back on your heels to watch him. âThank you for flying me out, itâs been nice to see what you do when you arenât being my landlord.âÂ
Jakeâs lips curled into a smirk, his fingers absently moving over the fretboard as he regarded you in silence for a beat of time.Â
âI can be so much more than your landlord. Come to Japan with me.â He said it as if it was a fact and a demand, no hint of a question laced in his words.Â
âI canât, Jacob.â
âCanât, or donât want to?â He sounded wounded, his fingers pressing against the strings of his guitar and muting the sound.Â
âCanât, you know I would if I could.â You walked your fingers up his thigh, tracing over the small bit of his hip that peaked out from the top of the sheet he had draped over himself. âItâs just work, and I have obligations with familyâŚI canât just push them off to run off across the world.âÂ
âSo, Iâm not important enough,â he said simply, going back to plucking at the strings of the guitar. His eyes focused down on his hands, glancing briefly between where your fingers slowly backed the sheet away from him and where his guitar was.Â
âThat isnât fair, and quite frankly you know it isnât true.â
âDo I?â He began playing a familiar tune, one you knew well but couldnât place the name of.Â
âI would hope so,â you pulled the sheet further away from covering him, exposing his upper thighs and unclothed dick to the cold air of the room.Â
âIâm not sure I do,â he continued plucking at the strings, faltering only when your fingertips ghosted along his length causing his cock to twitch.Â
âIf I knew my team wouldnât be short handed, I would be there Jake.â You skated your touch back up his length, watching as he hardened as a direct result.Â
âProve it then,â he suggested, switching back to the unknown riff he had started on as he moved down into a half lying position with his shoulders propped up on the pillows behind him. The guitar sat against his chest though he continued to pluck at it, his eyebrows jumped as you stared in disbelief.Â
âHow am I supposed to do that?âÂ
âWell,â he watched you slowly wrap your fingers around him and stroke lazily up and down his length. âFuck yourself, while I figure this song out.âÂ
âJake. What?â You knew the expression you wore was disbelief, and so did he. Carefully, he moved the guitar in his hands until the headstock was resting just under your chin. Nudging it up so you were staring directly at him, he smirked again.Â
âFuck yourself. On my dick. While I figure this song out. Show how badly you want me bunny.â He resumed his previous position with the guitar, resting it on his chest as he plucked and strummed with his eyes never leaving yours. For a beat you considered his request, then gave a nod and straddled his hips with your back to him. You continued to stroke his length as he hardened further, thankful youâd only thrown his T-shirt on without underwear after the shower.Â
âSpit on it,â he rasped, amused that you were listening to his directions.Â
âJake.â
âBunny.â The same riff heâd been tinkering with sounded out as he chuckled. âSpit on it.â And so you did, leaning forward and spitting on his dick before rubbing your saliva over the head of his cock. You watched your hand stroke his length a time or two, making sure to flick the pad of your thumb against the barbell at the head of his cock before lining your entrance up with his tip. You pushed him through your folds, back and forth back and forth until you felt yourself grow aroused, then sunk slowly down onto him.Â
âI wanna see your face,â you whined, lifting up slowly before sinking back down until you were seated on his hips.Â
âAfter,â Jake insisted, plucking out a slow riff as he bucked his hips up with a sharp movement. And so, knowing he wouldnât give up his work with the guitar, you leaned forward and began fucking yourself on his cock. The longer you worked yourself into a frenzy, the less of his attention you had. With a frustrated huff, you reached between your legs and wrapped your hand around his shaft as you fucked just the tip of his cock. Each upward movement had your hand following it before stroking back down his length as you fucked yourself and jacked him off simultaneously.Â
âShit,â you whimpered, picking up pace as his playing grew sloppy.Â
âLook at you, dedicated to the cause.â He taunted, plucking out a note that rang sharp. âWorking for your rent? Or working to show me you want me?âÂ
âJ-Jake,â you stammered, hearing him push his acoustic aside and grab onto your hips as he began guiding your movements.Â
âCmon, which one is it?âÂ
âFuck,â you cried out, clenching around his cock tightly as you came unexpectedly. âFuck. Please. Wanna kiss you.â Effortlessly, as if he hadnât just played a two hour concert, he managed to roll you both until you were on your stomach and he was over you. One of his large hands grasped at your wrists, holding them together behind your back as he fucked into you quick and deep until he came with a loud groan. Only then did he lean over, your cheek pressed to the mattress as his lips met yours sloppily.Â
âTell me you want me, love.âÂ
âWant you,â you insisted as he pulled out of you, helping you adjust your position until you were both on your sides and spooning.Â
âThen come with me.âÂ
Des Moines, IA
August 12, 2024
7:30a.m.
Jake
âYou watching me sleep, you creep?â You smirked, your eyes still pressed shut. You could feel her watching you, her chin resting on the dip in your chest as she watched up at you through her lashes.Â
âYes,â she chuckled, kissing your chest closest to where her mouth was. âYouâre just so peaceful looking when youâre sleeping.â Another kiss was pressed to your collarbone, your hands resting on her butt as she moved up until she was mostly parallel to how you were laying. âNo trace of that hellion you turn into when youâre tormenting me.â Her face snuggled into the crook of your neck, her nose nudging at your jaw before she pressed another warm, wet kiss to the sensitive skin there.Â
âHey,â you warned playfully, your fingers kneading into the supple skin of her ass. âWhat time is it anyway?âÂ
âMmm,â you felt her lift up, barely opening one eye so you could watch her as she checked her iPhone before shifting around until she was straddling you. â7:30 Mr. Kiszka.â
âAnd why did you wake me up so early?â You watched her from half opened eyes, smiling as she leaned over and kissed you tenderly.Â
âWanted to say goodbye in private before we go to the airport,â she answered after pulling away, her voice soft and sweet with just a tinge of sadness.Â
âWouldnât have to say goodbye if you came with meâŚâ it was a simple response, an idea youâd thrown around a few times before finally asking her. And sheâd dodged the question or come up with a million reasons why she couldnât each time.Â
âYou know I canât.â She was kissing you again before you could respond, her tongue slipping into your mouth. After several long moments of making out, she pulled away with a sigh. âSome of us have normal jobs to return to.âÂ
âYou could take some time off, Iâm sure your rent could be a little lateâŚâ you grinned wickedly, one hand ghosting up her spine and grabbing the back of her neck. As you pulled her back down to you, lifting up just a bit to meet her, you chuckled over the annoyed look on her face.Â
âVery funny, ass.â
âCâmon, you donât wanna spend more time with me? Iâve been dying to join the mile high clubâŚâÂ
âJake,â she began. You cut her off before she could get too ahead of things, pressing your mouth to hers to silence the thoughts you knew were forming in her head. Youâd be forced to say goodbye soon, a fact you neither liked or welcomed but had come to accept nonetheless.Â
August 16, 2024
Osaka, Japan
Youâd wandered the city of Osaka for two days, doing the touristy thing in your time off. Most of it had been spent with Sam at your side, joking around and pointing out things he saw off to the side or in shop windows. Still, despite being annoyed that she never did change her mind and her flight, you missed her. A single text letting you know sheâd made it home safe and sound the evening of the twelfth had been the only communication too, a fact that drove you equally as crazy as it did annoy you.Â
And still, desperate as it probably had seemed, youâd worked out the time difference to ensure you were awake when she would be.Â
9:10p.m. This curious frame of human mould, where unrequited cravings playâŚ.
Walt Whitman had been a favorite of yours since high school, and you hoped maybe she would recognize it. If not, that would be okay too. You wanted to impress her, as if you hadnât already. But if so, why was she so elusive when you were away?Â
9:22p.m. Never pegged you for a Whitman guy
There she was, your sweet girl. Your smart girl.Â
9:23p.m. Heâs an old favorite, Iâm more than just good looks and talent you know. Smart too.Â
You were trying to be cheeky, remind her of all the reasons you were a good choice for her. But maybe it would come off as arrogant.Â
9:30p.m. Your humility astounds me Jacob.Â
Why did it take her so long to respond? Surely work wasnât that important? No, you knew it was. Sheâd explained briefly the night sheâd stayed with you that she was the head of an IT department for a large company in downtown Nashville. Likely, she was busy and you were just being an ass thinking otherwise.Â
9:32p.m. I am very humble, I just know what I have to offer.Â
9:50p.m. You should have come to Japan with me.Â
You waited until after midnight local Japan time for her to respond, coming up empty and frustrated before giving in and going to bed.Â
August 19, 2024
Tokyo, Japan
Two shows. Two full days hearing fuck all of anything from her. Absolute crickets, which you hated. The silence gave you too much time to consider youâd fallen and she hadnât.Â
Too much time to wonder if you were enough.Â
Had been good enough.Â
Was she looking for something more?Â
So you reached out again, despite what youâd normally do.Â
1:28a.m. On to Australia tomorrow, itâs not too late to meet me there ;)
You left it at that, hitting send before getting comfortable in your hotel bed.Â
1:30a.m. Tempting, but I have to board a plane to Cabo on wednesday.Â
Fucking Cabo? Why was she going to Cabo. The better question would be why did you care? You were aware she had things planned before even inviting her to Japan or Australia.Â
1:31a.m. You could just exchange your ticket for Aus, itâll be fun.Â
1:32a.m. With the spiders and snakes? Iâll pass, how was Japan?
Okay. She had a point with the snakes, youâd seen how sheâd reacted over a teeny tiny Gardner snake.Â
1:35a.m. Lonely. Shows were good. Hot as fuck here.Â
2:04a.m. Isnât it like two in the morning there? You should get some sleep.Â
Her not so subtle way of telling you she was done with the conversation? Or was she just busy? Out of anger, you chose to not respond. Give her a taste of her own medicine, if she didnât want to speak to you so badly then you didnât want to speak to her.Â
August 20âŚ.21âŚ22, 23, 24.Â
Sydney, Australia
Okay, maybe your idea of not responding had led to this. This silence between the two of you though everything and everyone around you was so painfully loud.Â
But not her. Leaving her on read had severed something, you assumed. You wanted to take the chance and reach out anyway, so you did the second you got off stage.Â
11:14p.m. Havenât heard from you in a few, hoping your trip to Cabo went smoothly⌠you wanted so badly to ask why she was in Cabo. Also, with who? For how long? The toxicity of acting upon requesting that info was too much, and she deserved better than your worst you knew.Â
11:19p.m. Hey rockstar, still here actually. Just woke up. She was still there? Well of course, it was Saturday morning for her.Â
11:20p.m. Good morning then bunny. Working on your tan today? And then, no response. So you showered and put on clean clothes, took the caravan back to the hotel with your brothers. In your room, you admired the expanse of the city and the ocean beyond for a while before climbing into bed. You left the balcony door open, watching the moonlight dance upon the rippling waves of the ocean at the horizon. And you tossed and turned with annoyance, checking your phone every couple of minutes and coming up empty handed each time waiting for a message to come through.Â
August 25, 2024
It was morning time when, half asleep with your head buried beneath a pillow, you heard your phone vibrate against the wood of the night stand. Your arm shot out as your hand blindly searched for the device, pushing it off the table on accident instead.Â
âFuck,â you mumbled, leaning over the side of the bed and picking it up from the floor. Shifting to your back, you unlocked the phone as you squinted at it.Â
10:07a.m. No tan for me, just sunscreen and red wine. Included was a photo of her, her body draped in a long silky dress in a lilac color. Her hair was loosely curled and a glass of red wine was held to her lips as she smirked around the rim of it. Before you could respond, a second photo came in of her on a boat. Wearing the same bikini youâd fucked her in, and yet some other guys arm was wrapped around her shoulders as they both smiled for the camera. You studied his face for several minutes, making sure it wasnât her brother before you got irrationally mad. There was no way you could respond, because it didnât matter who he was. And it didnât matter why he had his arm around her. All you could see was the obvious truth, in your head, that she wasnât interested. It all came to add up, the length between her responses. The way she refused to go to Japan or Australia with you. The fact she had taken nearly twelve hours to respond to a simple text. And then, the one that ate at you most, was that sheâd never confirmed she too was falling for you. So youâd gone out on a limb, put yourself out there and left yourself vulnerable as youâd opened up about your feelings.Â
For what?
To simply be sent a photo of her with another man? To not be good enough, even in all of your endeavors?Â
Fuck all of that. You climbed from bed and dressed quickly in all black. You wouldnât sit around and wait for her to want you. You wouldnât wait around nor beg to be desired. You were desirable enough, damnit, and if she didnât see that? Well baby, it was her loss. You stowed your phone away into the front pocket of your jeans, brushed your fingers back through your hair, and made sure you had your wallet and passport.Â
Adventure awaited and as you took the elevator down to the lobby of your hotel, you fished your phone out one last time to switch it to do not disturb.Â
Where Jake Kiszka was going, no one needed to be privy to the details. Not your band of brothers, not the touring crew. Sure as hell not some chic you were renting your guest house to. As you left the hotel, your phone on DND the way it would remain until you deemed it appropriate, you managed to miss the rest of what she had to say to you. Whether due to dodgy service on her end or yours youâd never know.Â
10:28a.m. My cousin got married down here, so the first is the reception. Think I clean up pretty nice ;) Iâm a little tipsy but oh well
10:29a.m. Just realized that second photo probably looks terrible. But thatâs the cousin who got married.Â
Your phone, as you vowed to yourself, stayed off and in your pocket as you walked around the city. You admired the architecture, the ocean, the culture and the food before deciding what you really wanted was a little thrill. Something risky, and at the perfect time a shop caught your eye that advertised rental cars and motorcycles. So, you spent much of the remaining daylight riding around on a motorcycle. Your need for speed had been fulfilled, sure, by the time youâd returned it. But you still ached for something more than the adrenaline a fast motorcycle could fulfill.Â
Her presence?Â
No. You refused to let yourself think about her, she obviously didnât hold you in the same regard.Â
A bar, you needed a bar and a drink. Finding the closest to your hotel was ideal, even better when you realized your hotel actually had a bar itself. So, you made your way in and found a stool as you ordered a drink. And then a second drink, and by the time you were ready for your third youâd noticed a cute little blonde thing hanging around the bar. You noticed she kept glancing your way, and maybe it was the fact you were feeling a little heart broken. Maybe it was the rockstar lifestyle youâd never fully leaned into. Hell, maybe it was simply because you wanted to prove you could have anyone else, you found yourself gesturing her over with a gentle nod of your head.Â
âHi,â she grinned as she approached, cocktail in hand as you gestured to the stool next to you so sheâd have a seat.Â
âHey,â you answered, lifting the run of your glass to your lips and draining what was left of that second drink. You threw a hand up to get the bartenders attention, ordering another drink before spinning on your stool to face her. âWhatâs your name love?â
âAmelia. Yours?â Her accent was thick, showing she was a native to the country you were in.Â
âJake,â you held your hand out and when she went to shake it, you turned hers and pressed a charming kiss to her knuckles. âCan I buy you a drink?âÂ
An hour passed where the two of you drank and joked around, talking about various things. If you were honest with yourself, you werenât exactly interested in Amelia. And whatever she had droned on about, you couldnât even remember. Youâd let it go in one ear and out the other, nursing your drink as you drowned in your thoughts of her.Â
God damn. You could not continue to do this, feel sorry for yourself. Think about her and wonder why you werenât enough. That was so foolish, Jake Kiszka was more than enough. A handful. A mouthful. You could give her anything she pleased and if she didnât see that, youâd show her what she was missing. Perhaps thatâs how you found yourself kissing Amelia, and then sloppily making out with her. When she suggested going up to your room, which you remembered telling her about at least ten minutes into your conversation when you revealed you were in town for work, you were more than eager. Happily you had led her up to the large suite, making out in the elevator and then again outside the door to your room before fumbling around to get it unlocked. From there it moved quite quickly, her hands working expertly to undo your jeans before pushing you down onto the bed. This was not the same girl who ten minutes ago was giggling over her daiquiri.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy,â she crooned, dropping to her knees before you. Well, fuck yeah. This was the kind of treatment you deserved and you couldnât help but smirk as her hands rubbed up your inner thigh before she cupped at your clothed dick. âCanât believe Iâm in Jake Kiszkaâs room, about to give him head.â Oh. You didnât remember telling her your last name, the realization that she was likely a fan dawning on you all too late.Â
Fuck it.Â
First time for everything. And you could have anyone.Â
âWell, go on then,â you suggested, pulling your phone out of your pants pocket just before she began pulling them down. The minute you were exposed she had her hands and mouth on you, licking and kissing, stroking and squeezing until you were rock hard and ready to beg her to please you. Before you could she was already taking you into her mouth, her hands grasping tightly at your hips as you leaned back on your elbows and bucked your hips so your cock slipped further into her mouth. Amelia hummed around your length, vocalizing her satisfaction as best she could as she bobbed quickly up and down. In a moment of weakness, fueled by the hurt you felt for thinking you werenât good enough for the person you wanted, you chose to make it her problem too.Â
Your phone was still in your hand, and you quickly and eagerly navigated directly to the FaceTime app and pressed on her contact from the last time the two of you had briefly FaceTimed. And then, as your dick twitched and throbbed against Ameliaâs tongue, you waited for her to answer.Â
âHey rockstar,â she was on your screen and grinning wildly in seconds, reclined back in bed. âWhatâre you doing?â You couldnât even respond, her face was enough to push you over the edge with the stimulation Amelia was treating you to.Â
âFuck. Told you,â you groaned as you began to come, hot spurts of your release filling the girls mouth. It was all thanks to her, you knew. You were so fucked for her even just seeing her smiling back at you while some other girl gave you terrible head had you falling apart at the seams. âI can have anyone,â you managed, flipping the camera so she could see what was happening.Â
âI-,â her face fell as she took in what you were showing her, her eyes filling with so much hurt you knew it was a mistake immediately. âOh.â She managed, her eyes pressing shut andâŚfuck, was she crying? âYou are so messy, Jake. I wish I could say I'm surprised but Iâm really not. I thought you were different than this though.âÂ
Were you even processing this? Her words were still sinking in well after sheâd disconnected the call leaving you to stare at a blank screen as Amelia sat back on her heels, smiling proudly.Â
âDamn, I must be better than I thought,â she gloated as you stared in disbelief at your phone.Â
âAmelia,â you began, regret sinking in as you pulled your jeans up and buttoned them quickly. âI think you should go.â She gave you a bit of lip for kicking her out so quickly, and you were pretty sure youâd see talk of this online but you couldnât care. She needed to be gone, and you needed to figure out how to make this better. How to wrong your rights.Â
11:02p.m. Iâm so sorry. I fucked up.Â
11:03p.m. No shit you fucked up. Whatâs worse, the fact Iâm not surprised? Or the fact youâre messy enough to call me so I can witness it with my own eyes? Fuck, an immediate response meant she was really pissed off, and you couldnât even blame her for that. Before you were able to piece together a response, your phone was lighting up again with a new message.Â
11:05p.m. Did I mean that little to you? Or was that bullshit about falling for me just part of your sick game? You couldnât stomach the thought she believed you were just playing a game with her.Â
11:06p.m. No. No. Please, can I call you? Can we talk about this?
11:10p.m. Thereâs nothing to talk about, sucks to suck doesnât it? Fucking cunt. Damn, did you deserve to be called names? Well, yes but also no. And you knew you had hurt her, seen it right there in her eyes so you couldnât even blame her for her words.Â
11:11p.m. Please? Please, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. No response wasnât much of a surprise, but you hoped giving her a little time to cool off would change the fact she didnât want to speak to you.Â
August 25
12:07p.m. May I call you?Â
August 26
8:43a.m. Please can we talk?
August 27,28,29,30
She hadnât responded, hadnât even acknowledged receiving them because sheâd turned her read receipts off. But your messages went through and showed as IMessages every time so you knew she hadnât blocked you. You were hopeful that when you got home sheâd give you the time of day to at least have a conversation. You needed, no. You wanted to apologize to her face. And to explain why youâd done what you had, even though you knew it was a weak excuse.Â
September 2, 2024
Nashville, TNÂ
Sunday had been a day full of travel, twenty hours on a plane left you plenty of time to decide what to say. How to fix things. Youâd gotten home so late that it was all you could do to drag yourself to bed, hoping for a few hours before forcing yourself up to fix your sleeping schedule. In your jet lagged state youâd driven to nearly every local grocery store you knew of in search flowers nice enough to serve as an ice breaker. Only the best would do, the prettiest and the ones you knew would last the longest. And somehow, after three hours of driving around and eventually finding a place that let you purchase small bouquets of different flowers and greenery with the intent to design your own arrangement, youâd found yourself alone in your kitchen arranging and rearranging many different types of blooms into a Crystal vase youâd purchased.Â
But it was Monday, and you knew sheâd be at work until late. Worrying about the heat and its effect on the flowers, youâd waited until almost dark before carrying them to her front door and placing them on the welcome mat sheâd arranged in front of it.Â
Maybe that would do. Maybe it would be the gesture she needed to want to talk to you. Or at least listen to you talk.Â
But 8 turned into 9, and when youâd heard her pull into the driveway you couldnât help yourself from watching in stoical silence from the kitchen window. She stepped over them at first, walking straight into the place once sheâd gotten the door unlocked. However, she did return for them a few minutes later. But you were forced to leave it there, because she made no move to reach out or respond to any of your messages. You had to face the fact, maybe youâd fucked up too much. Her words ringing in your head as poured yourself a glass of whiskey. You are so messy, Jake.Â
Well, you fucking were and you werenât proud of it either. To say the least, you felt like absolute shit for the choices you made and you just needed the opportunity to make it right. If she would let you.Â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, smoking, weed, drug use, drinking, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, genital piercing, public sex, slight degrading maybe, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
July 19, 2024
Nashville, TN
Jake
Busy today? Your message went unanswered, but considering her car had been gone when you got up you assumed she was at work. You were at the studio when she inevitably got home that night, and you could only assume she had been well tucked in for hours when you drug your sorry ass home.Â
July 20
No communication normally wouldnât bother you, you yourself had been the type to make people wait when it came to reaching back out. And maybe she was busy, her life didnât stop simply because the two of you had fucked a few times. Neither should yours.Â
July 21âŚ22âŚ23Â
You felt a bit like a teenage boy, pining after a girl that didnât know you existed. This one, however, was fully aware of your existence. Youâd filled her with it twice at last youâd both been together.Â
Look at you now.Â
Being ghosted by your own fucking tenant.Â
Being played for a fool, and it isnât like you would claim you had feelings for the girl. But perhaps youâd begun to fall for her.Â
Perhaps you had been all along.Â
July 24
Dinner tonight? My place? Maybe reaching out and offering a normal evening was better than anything, right? The middle of the week, people rarely went out on a Wednesday right? Unless she was suddenly some devout Christian, buying her time on good deeds and Wednesday evening services, you figured the promise of you providing food would coax her out of hiding.Â
Sounds fantastic, I leave work at 5. What works for you time wise? Ah yes, there she was. Your heart pounding in your chest as you took your time in very slowly typing out your response. Why show how eager you were so quickly?
7? Just come on in when youâre ready, back door will be unlocked. You left it at that, going to work on ensuring you had all of the necessary ingredients to the dish you had in mind.Â
5:30 came and you hadnât heard her car pull up.Â
6, still not home.Â
6:37 and your phone was buzzing with an incoming text.Â
Held up at work, Iâm so sorry. I donât know when Iâm leaving here. Raincheck?Â
Was she blowing you off?
You played it off cool, letting her know a raincheck was fine. The disappointment though. Well that, that was something you hadnât entirely expected to experience. You were used to your solitude, so you knew it wasnât about being alone. And the food youâd eat regardless, a little bit of leftovers wouldnât worry you much.Â
So, what then? Why were you so disappointed?Â
You could find anyone, anywhere, to get your dick wet.Â
Itâs not like you hadnât done that before.Â
Something here, now, had you in a chokehold.Â
God damn.Â
August 5, 2024Â
Niagara Falls, Ontario, CanadaÂ
The day after a show was usually spent traveling, rushing to the next city for the next performance. Youâd insisted on a hotel room for the night though, a flight late in the evening so you could rest. The plush hotel bed had sufficed in easing your tired muscles, but done nothing for the pit of hell your mind had been in.Â
Her.Â
Her.Â
Her.Â
Fuck. She was all you could think about, and you hated every minute of it simply due to the fact you werenât looking to get caught up in anything or anyone.Â
And here you were, about to do the dumbest thing you could imagine yet.Â
Ever been to Niagara Falls? Had a show here last night, lost about $200 at the casino the night before.Â
You waited impatiently, smoked a blunt and drank half a bottle of wine in bed before she got back with you. What was with this chic and either answering too quickly, or never at all?Â
Never been to Niagara, never even been to a casino. Sounds like you'll want next months rent early then huh? ;)
Right, she had jokes. Your eyes rolled as you bit into your lower lip, fingers moving rapidly against the phone screen as you crafted your response.Â
Next venue is inside a casino also. Interested in seeing what I do for a living?Â
Did you just invite her to a show?Â
No. Jake Kiszka wouldnât do that shit.Â
Depends on the when and where of it?
Yeah, you had. And sheâd answered too quickly, so youâd barely had time to let it sink in what youâd done.Â
You just couldnât help yourself.Â
Oklahoma. Let me fly you out?Â
..
âŚ
When?
You studied her response for a beat of time before sending your response back, taking a large gulp of red wine straight from the bottle before you did.Â
Show is Thursday. I can have you on a flight tonight. Tomorrow. What works?Â
You sounded desperate, you were sure. But in some ways, you were. Because despite the fact you swore you didnât want shit with anyone, a nice little friends with benefits situation was the best option in your mind, to think of fucking anyone else was a painful subject to entertain.Â
You knew they wouldnât live up to your expectations.Â
And you knew, though youâd not admit it here now or ever, that you enjoyed what it felt like to be with her. You were addicted to her touch, her kiss, her.Â
Could do a long weekend, but need a few days to work it out.Â
Hmm, what needed worked out? You supposed her job, right? Normal jobs did sometimes hold people up. Schedules and all.Â
Wednesday night? Thursday morning? Thereâs a flight leaving BNA for D/FW at midnight, another at 6a.m.Â
A beat too long passed without her reply. You drained the wine bottle in the meantime.Â
Thursday morning works great :)Â
And just like that, you knew you were in a world of trouble.Â
Inviting a girl to a show. Your tenant, at that. Paying for a round trip flight, suddenly looking forward to this little game the two of you were playing.Â
Fucked. Every bit of it was fucked.Â
Thackerville, Oklahoma
August 8, 2024
Her
Flying into the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport first class had been an experience. Most of which started at BNA. First, your flight had been delayed by a few hours. Worried that youâd arrive too late in the day to actually see Jake, your cuticles had suffered the brunt of your anxiousness until you were finally boarding the plane. Then take off was delayed an additional hour. And by the time youâd landed, three hours behind schedule, it was already close to noon.Â
A sixty mile drive in the back of a too hot Uber later, and you were being escorted into a back door of a venue as you shuffled by a row of yellow semi trucks, presumably full of the bands equipment.Â
âJake is sound checking currently, but you can wait here for him,â the brunette female who had met you outside instructed as she guided you into a dressing room.Â
âThanks,â you replied, dropping your back pack to the floor closest to the small sofa the room held. When you were alone, the door pulled shut all but an inch, you busied yourself with the book youâd been reading on the flight. There was the distinct smell of incense mingling with remnants of weed in the room, and you nestled into the corner of the sofa as you willed your eyes to study the words before you.Â
âWhat a sight for sore eyes,â his raspy voice came some time later, startling you from the story youâd gotten lost in. Pushing the book shut, you stood as you discarded it to the arm of the couch.Â
âHello, rockstar,â you mused as he leaned against the doorway, arms folding over his chest as the denim fabric of his button up stretched and tightened over his biceps.Â
âHow was your flight?â His brows perked as he pushed off the doorway and sauntered toward you, giving you time to let your eyes touch every part of him. Black jeans, boots. Dark denim button up fastened only with the single most middle button, splayed open at the collar to reveal his tanned chest and a small bit of his stomach visible beneath where it held together.Â
Casual. He looked painfully casual, something youâd not witnessed at any point in living on his property.Â
âFine once we actually were in the air,â you gave a shrug as he stopped before you, large hands cupping both sides of your face as he took the liberty to lean in and kiss you slow and deep; his tongue curling against yours, lapping eagerly into your mouth for a few long moments before parting.Â
Shit, how you had missed him.Â
âLet me show you around.â Taking your hand, Jake led you out of his dressing room and down the hall as he pointed to each room and explained their purposes. Other dressing rooms, a massage room, their tour managers office for the day. Laundry, catering, combined green room. Practice room if they wanted to mess around on instruments outside of sound check. And then he walked you around the sound booth, explaining how the computers control the light show and part of the sound set up. Then to the stage, past his personal guitar tech, Jonny, and stopping near his guitar case.Â
âThese are my girls,â he gestured toward the ten or so guitars lined up inside the large road case, his fingertips lingering on what looked to be the oldest. âMy beloved.âÂ
âDo you need a minute alone with her?â Jakeâs eyes cut to you, narrowing slightly as you smirked.Â
âNo. I donât.â His lips pressed into a thin line then, regarding you in silence for a beat.Â
âSuch a ladies man,â you jabbed, running your finger along the same path along the old guitar as his fingers had.Â
âDid I say you could touch that?â It was his turn to smirk as you blinked up at him, worrying your lips together before responding.Â
âDid you fly me all the way out here to be a hard ass, or what?â
Jake scoffed, tipping his chin up and gesturing toward the stage before leading you up the stairs at the side of it.Â
âThis will be my view in a few hours,â his voice carried over his shoulder as he led you to the middle of the stage. âThousands of women will fill this room out. Seats. Pit.â He circled where you stopped, looking out in awe at the expansiveness of the room and wondering just how many people could fit in it. âSome have been camping for the last three days weâre told.âÂ
âSo humble, Jacob.â You couldnât help but smirk again, feigning disinterest though admittedly you were mesmerized by it all.Â
âHere,â he took your hand and led you back toward his amps, and then around them to stand just behind where they were stacked. As he did, his tech approached and deposited a handful of guitar picks as well as a few different brass slides.Â
âTake off, Jonny,â Jake demanded, correcting himself almost instantly by continuing in a much kinder tone. âTake a break, youâve been at it all day.â You watched the man excuse himself, giving Jake a peculiar look before flitting his eyes between the two of you. Silence ate up the space around you until Jonnyâs footsteps could no longer be heard.Â
â6,500.â
âWhat?âÂ
âMax capacity. 6,500. Not our biggest crowd, but sold out nonetheless.â He stood behind you, hands resting against your hips as he brought his mouth close to your ear. âAll those women. Screaming for me.âÂ
âOh yeah?â
âMhmm,â he breathed out, the warmth of the air he exhaled tickling your ear. âI could have any of them if I pleased,â he reminded you, hands bunching up the fabric of the sundress you wore. Slowly, inch by inch of fabric raised up as you felt your legs becoming more and more exposed.Â
âAnd then, why am I here?â His hands released the material of your dress, ghosting over your arms before circling your wrists. Guiding your hands up to rest against the large amp in front of you, his chest pressed against your back as his hands returned to their previous task.Â
âTake it in,â he answered quietly, his calloused fingers making their way under your dress to toy with the silky material of your underwear. âAll those seats. All thoseâŚscreaming women.â He tugged the material down over your ass, further still yet until he was guiding you to step out of them.Â
âAll 6,500 of them,â you retorted as he kicked your legs apart.Â
âI could,â he began and you could feel him tug at the tail of his belt, the metal clanging against itself. âHave any,â he added, one hand gesturing out in front of you and waving to all the seats. âOf them.â
âAnd yet, you flew me hereâŚâÂ
âDonât think,â his belt fell open and the faint sound of his jeans unzipping could be heard before he was pressing against you again, mouth at your ear. âYouâre anything special. I chose you to be here, it could easily not be you.âÂ
You scoffed in response, the feeling of his fingertips grasping at your hip and pulling your ass back as he guided you to bend over the amp.Â
âIt could easily,â his voice was strained as he pulled his cock from his jeans and smacked it against your ass. âBe anyone elseâŚâ he pushed the tip through your folds, his length following slowly as you felt arousal quickly pool at your center.Â
âYeah?â You pushed your ass out more for him, the pillowy, lush head of his cock catching against your clit and pulling a whine from somewhere deep within you as the cold metal of the barbell sent a shock through you.Â
Youâd be hard pressed to tell him, but youâd missed being with him since that night in his pool. Work had certainly overtaken your life and eaten up your free time.Â
âThen why not someone else? One of your fans perhaps?â The breath was stolen from your lungs as he nudged against your entrance, his hands grasping your ass cheeks and pushing them apart so he could better watch himself as he pushed slowly into your needy cunt.Â
âToo easy, I much prefer the chase,â he lied, grabbing onto your hips tightly as he pushed into you until the base of his cock was nestled happily against you.Â
âI think theyâd all play hard to get if you asked nicely, Mr. Kiszka.â Your voice rose an octave as he backed out and stroked into you slow and deep once more.Â
âYou need to stop or itâll be one of them and not you next,â his warning came on a whimper, his cock throbbing against the walls of your tight cunt as he backed out some and pushed back in with a sharp thrust of his hips.Â
âI doubt-,â you were cut off with his hand cupping your chin, squeezing your cheeks gingerly as he pulled your head back so you were looking up at him through your lashes.Â
âYou better watch your smart ass mouth,â he warned further. Your throat jumped as you swallowed hard, giving a slight nod as he continued to fuck into you in long, deep strokes. âNow apologize for being so mouthy.âÂ
âSorry, sir,â you ventured, clenching around him as he pushed deeper in than before. His response was a groan, a slow breath being let out as he removed his throbbing cock from your wet cunt and smacked it against your ass again. Without seeing his face, you could still tell by the way his breaths shook out of him that he was a lot closer than he wanted you to know.Â
âNow be a good girl so I can spoil this pussy, Iâve missed her so,â he teased his cock against you, walking his hand around your thigh and between your legs until he made contact with your swollen clit. After a moment of rubbing tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, he fisted his cock once more and pressed the tip against your entrance.Â
âJacob,â you sighed, eager to feel him again. To be filled by him again. As he nudged forward, you felt his cock throb again before his warm release was coating you.Â
âDamn,â he choked out on a strangled groan. âFuck,â he fucked into you, still hard as he grabbed for your hips and pulled you back onto him, his sticky release coating your walls. âNeed to hear you. Louder,â Jake grunted, backing out slowly before thrusting forward as he again pulled you back onto him. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the empty room, your head tipping back as you moaned his name louder than before. Thrust after thrust he brought you closer and closer to climax, warmth spreading over your body as you clenched tightly around his cock.Â
âOh god. Oh, fuck Jake right there. Just like that,â you whimpered after a particularly hard, deep stroke in from him.Â
âSâthat how you like me? Right here, deep in your pussy? All snug and warm, throbbing just for you?â He barely moved inside you, offering short quick strokes deep within you.Â
âY-yeah,â you whined, your fingers curled around the top of the amp and clutching it tightly. True to his word, you felt his cock pulse with desire as he picked up his pace. âPlease Jake, harder. Faster.âÂ
âFilthy little bunny. Like it when I fuck her hard and fast?â With each thrust forward he pulled you back hard onto him, grasping so tightly around your hips you were sure thereâd be bruises in the exact shape of his fingertips. Over and over until you cried out his name louder than previous times, waves of euphoria crashing over you as your body shivered and sparked with desire, coating his length with your slick.Â
âOoh baby. Tight little fuck, my girl is so filthy letting me fuck her here in the same room Iâm about to perform in,â Jake groaned, holding tight to you as he slowed his pace and backed out so he was just fucking you with the head of his cock.Â
âPut it back, please put it back,â you whined, pushing back onto his length.Â
âGreedy little thing arenât you?â He obliged just the same, fucking into you deep and slow until his second climax hit, continuing to fuck you back onto him as your walls clenched tightly around him, milking his cock until he was groaning from overstimulation. His body convulsed forward then, laying over you as he panted in your ear. âWhat the fuck,â he whimpered, shivering as he let out a shaky breath against the shell of your ear. Stilling, he laid against your back until his breathing had calmed and his dick softened, slipping out of you as it did. Jake stuffed himself back into his pants before spinning you around to face him, kneeling down and helping you step back into your panties before pulling them up over you. After, standing before you, he fixed the skirt of your dress as if nothing had happened and then went to work buckling his belt up.Â
âJake?âÂ
âHm?â His eyes cut up to you, hands blindly working himself back together. You had so many thoughts running through your head, even more questions for him.Â
Why you? If he was so hell bent on having any of them and you being nothing special, he wouldnât have taken the time to fly you to Oklahoma, of all places. Right? So then, why the game?Â
âI think I need to change,â you offered, which wasnât entirely a lie but it hadnât been what you were initially going to say. Truth be told, youâd walk around all night with him leaking slowly out of you if he asked. Jakes eyes trailed down your body slowly, his lips curling into his signature smirk before he gave a nod and tipped his head toward the side of the stage.Â
âThereâs a shower in my dressing room if you wanna use that. Or we can go up to my room,â he looked hopeful as he waited. You should make him wait longer, but the desire to be alone with him outweighed the need to tease him.Â
âI could take my bag up if we go to your roomâŚâ your words trailed off as he grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you away from his amps and toward the stairs. A quick pit stop at his dressing room to grab your bag and a twelve floor elevator ride later and he was leading you down a stretch of hallway that had only a few numbered doors.Â
âSo, I wouldâve gotten you your own room butâŚI figured if you stay with me I can make sure there are no snakes or anything. You know, wouldnât want you to be scared tonight.â He stopped before a door with the number 367 on it, pulling a keycard from his pocket and swiping it quickly before pushing the door open.Â
âYouâre so funny, Jake,â you rolled your eyes at him, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as he ushered you into the luxurious hotel room.Â
âWas it my humor that got you here?âÂ
âWell, yes, actually,â you confirmed, tossing your book bag to the sofa lined along the wall to the left of the king size bed. âWhat other reason would I have to visit the great state of Oklahoma?âÂ
âMm, the pipe I lay.â His suggestion came so casual you knew he was simply making a statement. Knew he was well aware of his own talents, in and out of the bedroom. There was no use arguing it, being baptized in his efforts to please you had brought you here. Nothing else could compare to him.Â
Did you even want anyone to?Â
No.Â
âNo, I think it was your humor,â you lied as he approached where you stood, checking the room out until your eyes landed back on him.Â
âQuit lying,â he suggested, snaking his arms around your waist until his hands were resting on your ass cheeks. As he pulled you in flush against him, you tilted your head back to look up at him. âI missed you. Kind of felt like you were blowing me off after that pool incidentâŚâ
âNot intentional,â you soothed, your cheeks flaming at his admission as you tiptoed up to press your lips to his gently. âIâd have much rather been spending the time with you.âÂ
âYeah?â Why did he sound unsure when he asked that, insecure even? Needy for you to admit youâd missed him also?
âYeah, IâŚkind of missed you also.â You pecked his lips again, hoping to not make a big deal out of it all. When he deepened the kiss, one hand moving up to cradle the back of your head and hold you close, you felt yourself melt into his embrace. Slowly, melodically, his lips moved against yours until the kisses you were sharing became open mouthed, his teeth gnashing against yours with each hungry movement of his mouth. Jake backed you toward the bed until the back of your legs were touching the mattress, breaking the kiss then only to watch you sit down onto the edge of the bed and then, once youâd kicked your sandals off, move up onto it until you were laying back against the pillows. He took a moment, regarding you in silence before unbuttoning the lone button that had been fastened on his shirt. Shrugging it off, he kneed up onto the bed and crawled over you.Â
âWhat was that? I didnât hear you,â he smirked, leaning in and connecting his mouth to the skin just below your ear. He sucked gently before nipping at the skin, his hips pressing down against yours.Â
âI missed you,â you confirmed what youâd previously said, adjusting your knees so they were bent which allowed him more room to press against you. âSurprised to hear you missed me thoughâŚâ
Jake pulled back abruptly, his lips kiss swollen and red. âWhy?â
âWell, you know. All those women screaming your nameâŚâ you trailed off as his left hand moved the skirt of your dress up over your hips though his eyes never left yours.Â
âAll those women,â he repeated, tucking his index and middle finger into the waistband of your underwear and gently tugging them down.Â
âYou could have any of them.âÂ
âDonât want any of them,â he mumbled, moving down to place light kisses along your hips and lower abdomen as he continued tugging your underwear down until you lifted up enough for him to pull them over your ass. âNo one compares.â
âNo one compares to what?â You watched down at him as he backed away on his knees enough to free your legs from your underwear.Â
âYou,â he groaned, pushing your legs apart again wrapping one arm around your thigh and then repeating with the other.Â
âBut you said you could ha-,â he cut you off by diving forward and snaking his tongue out, pulling it through your slit and twirling it around your clit slowly. âAny,â you gasped, hands shooting down to grasp at his hair. âAny of them.âÂ
âWant you,â he insisted, face buried between your legs as he began to lap and lick at your entrance.Â
âJake I. Shower. And you-,â he fucked his tongue into you then, adjusting his arms so your legs were on his shoulders.Â
âI donât give a fuck,â he insisted, lifting his head briefly to look up at you. His eyes were hooded and lust heavy, mouth glistening already. âLove the way I taste dripping out of you.âÂ
There wasnât a chance to protest there after, Jake resuming his previous position of having his head buried between your legs as his mouth made sweet love to your sensitive cunt, lapping and slurping as he fucked his tongue into you rapidly.Â
âFuck, Jake,â you panted, your walls fluttering as your back arched. Your fingers grasped tightly at his hair, tangling in it as he pulled you closer and closer to your second orgasm. Just as you were right on the edge of plummeting head first into euphoria, tugging his hair as your legs shook violently, he pulled away. Straightening up, Jake sat back on his heels as he watched you pant and writhe. âNooo. Come back, please Jake.âÂ
He smirked down at you, pulling the back of his hand across his mouth before working to undo his belt.Â
âYou begging me little bunny?âÂ
âPlease,â you whined, your hands grabbing for him futilely. He watched you with that damn smirk on his face, undoing his jeans slowly.Â
âPlease,â he mocked, his voice monotone as he worked his jeans down and then moved from the bed to rid his body of them completely. His boxers followed, pooling on the floor at his feet as he stepped out of them. Reaching out, his hand circled your ankle as he yanked you down the bed toward him before kneeing back up and crawling to where you now laid. âTurn over,â he instructed, his voice calm and showing little emotion. Compared to the way his words shook earlier when he had you bent over his amp, he had significantly calmed himself and gained control. Too much control. Following his order, you rolled onto your stomach, his large hands circling your waist and pulling your hips up until your ass was in the air while your chest was still flush with the mattress. Leaning against your back, he pressed his mouth to your ear and exhaled slowly before speaking. âIâm gonna fuck you so hard you canât sit down at my show tonight. And when you do, youâll remember me. Right here,â his hand made contact with your heat, petting his fingers against you slowly and pulling a shudder from you that shivered up your spine. âYouâll remember me right where I belong, hm? Cause itâs mine.âÂ
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, water play, smoking, weed, drug use, drinking, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, genital piercing, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. This part is mostly pointless smut. Maybe the next will be a little different ;)
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
July 13, 2024
London, England
Jake
Iâm playing my dream venue tomorrow in London, and all I can think about is what it would feel like to beâŚ.you pressed the delete button quickly until the message you were typing disappeared.Â
Letâs try again.Â
Deep breath.Â
London is only 63° today and Iâm betting Nashville was hot as fuâŚyou backspaced again until that message disappeared as well. It had been nearly a month since youâd spent any real time with her, the days leading up to the European leg of tour spent rehearsing and packing. Setlist ideas bouncing around, late night practices turning into early morning treks home. And writing and recording between all of that.Â
Despite thinking she created some elaborate rouse of a rogue snake in her place, animal control had actually located the fucking thing bright and early the Monday after sheâd spent the weekend with you. You barely lived down how fucking red your cheeks burned realizing she hadnât just wanted to get you alone, hers mirroring yours when the thing was barely eight inches long. A mere baby Gardner snake, completely harmless to her or anyone for that matter.Â
Still, you were her landlord. The simple idea that anything more than that was at play seemed ridiculous, despite the few nights youâd spent together. Despite the things she had allowed you to do to her. You were her landlord.Â
And here you were, struggling to form a coherent thought into text message. One more time.Â
What are you doing and why isnât it laying in bed next to me? Damn, no. That may be too much. Plus the time difference. 10p.m. currently for you was only 4p.m. for her. Sheâd think it odd you were in bed, wouldnât she?Â
Rockstar shit or whateverâŚyou attached a picture from your hotel bed, blunt between your fingers as tendrils of smoke wafted up and a glass of red sat snug in the same hand. Beyond that, your lower torso and legs were visible and slightly out of focus. Black boxer briefs the only thing keeping the photo from being close to the first one youâd sent, the photo that maybe had started all of this. You hit send before you could second guess yourself, again.
Youâre ridiculous. It flashed up so quickly you wondered if she had been waiting on you to reach out, or had she simply been on her phone coincidentally when your message came through? Pressing the notification, you watched your phone flash brighter as the message opened.Â
A picture.Â
Her toes, freshly painted deep red, perched at the edge of the inground pool in your backyard. The very pool youâd told her she could use at her leisure upon moving in.Â
More.Â
You needed to see more.Â
Youâre hot.Â
You hoped that would encourage her to show more of herself, but her simple response of heart reacting to your message was the last you heard from her.Â
Damn.Â
July 18, 2024
Nashville, TN
Your flight had arrived late at BNA, a delayed layover in fucking New York of all places had you finally pulling into your driveway at 3:02a.m. You crashed immediately, only dragging yourself out of bed well after 2p.m. because youâd found it impossible to fall back to sleep for the third time. With a tired yawn, you moved around your house until you found yourself standing at the counter in your kitchen. Alone there, you watched out the window, noticing her floating in the middle of the pool. As you contemplated whether you should join her, you began rolling a blunt. A relaxing evening smoking and soaking in the pool with your sexy ass tenant floating around? Sounded like the perfect welcome home. You busied yourself rolling as quickly as possible before ascending the stairs and making way to your bedroom and pulling on a pair of swim trunks quickly. Youâd barely made it back down to the kitchen, blunt tucked behind your ear and a towel in your hand, when you noticed her stand from her floating position and step up onto the lowest of the concrete steps that led down into the water. One by one she took the few steps up, her wet body glistening in the afternoon sun. Bikini. She looked as tempting as ever in a red bik-now who the fuck was that. Your attention was diverted to a tall male stepping out of her place, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.Â
Now who the fuck.Â
Hell no.Â
You had never seen a male so much as even stop to pick her up, let alone stay at her place.Â
Not that you were watching.Â
You had absolutely no right to be angry, and yet you were. It took watching her hug the guy and him then disappearing around the side of the house for you to realize youâd stood there clenching your jaw the entire time. You could hear his car start up and then drive off as you moved toward your back door, pulling it open to see her walking back down the steps into the clear water of the pool. You walked quietly to one of the few lounge chairs that sat poolside, dropping down onto the edge of one as you pulled the blunt from behind your ear.Â
âI wasnât aware,â you began, clearly startling her as she gasped and clutched at her chest. She spun to face where you sat, cocking her head to the side as she waited for you to continue. âThat you had a partner,â you continued on, placing the blunt between your lips after and lighting the end of it. You puffed on it a few times before inhaling deeply, holding the hit there in your lungs for several long seconds before blowing it out and coughing quietly.Â
âWhat?â Her eyebrow raised in confusion as you stood and walked to the side of the pool, following the steps down into the water and walking slowly toward her as you took another hit.Â
âThe guy,â you offered casually, your head nodding to the side in a gesture to indicate the guy youâd watch leave. You stepped closer, hitting the blunt and repeating the routine of holding it in, sneaking in just a little more air, and then exhaling.Â
âMy brother?â Brother? Well, now you felt dumb as fuck. Firstly, for mistaking him as anything more. Secondly, for not even knowing she had a brother. And lastly, for being so angry over the potential possibility that she did have a partner to begin with. And now here you were, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins that anger had brought on, your cheeks flaming crimson between your embarrassment and the summer heat.Â
Play it cool, Jake.Â
âMy bad,â you rasped nonchalantly, though you felt anything but. Another step closer and you were standing before her, close enough to smell the sunscreen she had rubbed into her skin. All coconut and banana boat and whatever else was covering her delicate body, it was intoxicating. âSo, you have a brother?âÂ
âYeah, I do,â she shrugged, furrowing her brows as she studied you.Â
âOh, sorry,â you offered the blunt out to her, watching her stare at it for a moment.Â
âHands are wet,â she shrugged, watching further as you reached out and held it close enough for her to place her lips around it. As she did, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smirk and she took a long, slow hit.Â
Okay.Â
You moved forward causing her to take a step back as she exhaled. And then forward you moved again, and so she backed up as you did. And again, again until she was standing directly in front of the pool jet.Â
âWere you mad, thinking he was my boyfriend?â
âNo.â Fuck. You answered way too quickly. Your voice too high for someone who didnât care.Â
âRight,â she snorted, which only annoyed you more than you already felt over jumping to the conclusion you had.Â
âI wasnât,â you insisted, closing the very thin gap between your body and hers, you quickly stowed the blunt between your lips before wrapping your arms around her and moving the two of you closer to the side of the pool.Â
You felt her body tense, a gasp of air being let out as the stream of water being pushed out into the pool from the jet hit her back, giving you an idea. With your hands on her hips, you turned her away from you and pressed your chest to her back. âMiss me while I was gone?âÂ
âBarely noticed.â The smartass really thought she was funny.Â
âSure,â you chuckled, moving the two of you closer to the wall as one hand found the material of her bikini bottoms and pulled it to the side as you spread her legs apart.Â
âJake,â your name shook out of her as the cold, pressurized water hit her sensitive clit.Â
âSâwrong, Bunny?âÂ
âNothing.âÂ
Right. You held her leg as you moved the two of you another step closer, the blunt snuggly between your lips at the corner of your mouth.Â
âIâll ask again, did you miss me?â You turned your face into hers just enough to whisper against her ear, mindful that the blunt wouldnât touch her. You could feel her body trembling against yours, the vibration of her chest as she sucked in a shaky breath.Â
âYes,â she moaned, her head nodding eagerly before dropping back against your shoulder.Â
âDoes that feel good?â You whispered, holding her body against yours as it quaked more and more until she moaned out so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear. You stood there holding her against you as the orgasm washed over her in waves. First, gasping and breathing heavily, followed by whining and moaning as she writhed against you. And then going nearly limp in your hold as you let go of her leg, fixed her bottoms, and moved the both of you away from the jet.Â
Her.
Breathe in.Â
Breathe out.Â
Slow.Â
Calm down.Â
Holy shit. There was no way he just made you climax simply by-well, he had you knew that. Even without actually touching you, you were a mess for him.Â
Mentally, you were talking yourself through the end of your orgasm as Jake held you close to his body. Pushing the two of you back toward the middle of the pool, one arm curled around you until you felt stable enough to stand on your own again and turn toward him. You watched him smirk as he took in your expression.Â
âSo, my brother,â you offered, floating away from him a few feet. âHe stayed with me for a few days while his place was being fumigated.â Why had you felt the need to explain the situation? Jake being jealous was amusing to you, the evidence of it still residing on his face as his cheeks still burned deep red and his smirk faltered the moment you mentioned your brother.Â
âThat was nice of you to let him,â he shrugged, moving back toward the pool steps and getting out long enough to dry his hands off and relight the end of his blunt before walking back down into the pool. Your eyes tracked his movements as he walked back down into the water. On the bottom step, he dropped down to sit and leaned back against the step above the one he was on. Wading toward him, you watched as he took a long, deep hit from the spliff before exhaling even slower.Â
âI suppose,â you shrugged and as you got even closer to him, you opted to sit on the step next to him and mirror the way he was reclined back. âYou sure did sound jealous though.âÂ
âNot jealous,â Jake rasped, left arm moving down from the step and his hand circling the back of your neck. With his right hand he brought the blunt to his lips again and took another hit before pulling you into him and covering your mouth with his. His velveteen tongue licked into your mouth, smoke rolling in from his as well. When he pulled away, you inhaled deeply before exhaling. The rush from the hit and his kiss went straight to your head, having a dizzying effect as you moved from the step to straddling his lap.Â
âItâs okay to admit, Mr. Kiszka,â you snickered, arms circling his neck loosely as he looked up at you through his lashes. Your fingertips scratched at the nape of his neck, pulling him to allow his eyes to fall shut briefly before he was watching up at you again.Â
âIâm not jealous,â he bit out through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing at you.Â
âAw, admit it, you were.â You leaned in as he offered the blunt to you, taking a quick hit before kissing him in the same manner as he had you previously, grinding down against his lap simultaneously. His free hand gripped at your waist, neither stilling you or guiding you further; simply holding you as you moved against him. âTell me you were jealous,â you whispered against his lips.Â
âNo.â His grasp tightened on your waist, hips bucking up to meet you as you moved slowly against him. âAngry,â he relented when you stilled.Â
âAngry, why?â You were so confused, this man was like a speeding bullet, ricocheting around from one emotion to the next. What on earth did he have to be angry about?Â
âAngry⌠because this is my pussy,â he growled, grasping at the fabric over your hip and fisting it.Â
âSays who?â Your words whispered out as you ghosted your lips over his, your hands moving to mess with the waist band of his swim trunks.Â
âSays me,â Jake sighed, head turning away to deny you of the ability to kiss him but only so he could bring the blunt to his mouth and take a long, slow hit off it. âSays,â he exhaled, blowing the smoke away from you before turning his head back. âThe way you were grinding against me a minute ago. Says the way you desperately want me to fuck you right now.âÂ
âAh yes, because I threw myself at you huh? As if you didnât come out here with that very thing on your mind,â you smirked, sliding a hand beneath the material of his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers around his thick length. You stroked his cock, feeling it harden beneath your touch as the two of you stared at one another.Â
âI like you better when youâre acting like you need my help rather than being a mouthy little thing,â he mused, the corners of his mouth fighting against the smile he was trying to conceal. You flicked your thumb over the head of his cock where the end of the barbell rested, watching him slowly begin to smirk despite himself.
âThatâs okay, I like you better when you arenât angry.â You watched your hands then, one still stroking his length as the other worked to pull the waistband of his trunks down. You felt him lift slightly, making it easier for you to maneuver the material down his hips and over his ass enough to free his cock.Â
âYeah well.âÂ
âYeah well, letâs fix that anger,â you moved the material of your bikini bottom to the side as you guiding the head of his cock toward your entrance.Â
âHow you gonna do that?â He inquired, pulling in a sharp breath as you sunk down onto his cock until you were seated against his lap, letting him fill and stretch you.Â
âBy giving you whatâs yours,â your lips found his then as you began riding him slowly, kissing him hungrily as you lifted almost entirely off of him before sinking back down again. Your pace quickened with each downward motion, both of your hands snaking around his neck as your fingers tangled in his hair.Â
âI-,â Jake started when you broke away from the kiss for air, quickening your pace as you had. He let out a surprised gasp, dropping the blunt onto the concrete outside of the pool before grasping both of your hips as a strangled groan escaped past his lips. âFu-fuck baby,â he whined as he filled you with his hot release, his hands guiding your hips so you wouldnât stop. âKeep going, keep fucking going.â
Fuck.
How were you supposed to stop after that?Â
Each time you lifted, separating your body from him until just his tip sat at your entrance, heâd pull you back down and thrust his hips up in sharp quick movements.Â
âJake,â you moaned, your head tilted back just the same as his was resting back on the concrete outside of the pool. âYou feel so good, yesâŚ.ooh, bitch, fuck.âÂ
âWhose. Pussy. Is. This?â Jake let out between heavy, huffing breaths of air. Each word was emphasized with a thrust up, his fingertips kneading deeply into your flesh.Â
âYours,â you gasped, breathless and clenching around his length as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside you.Â
âYeah it fucking is,â he encouraged, his hips snapping up in harsh, quick motions. âSay it again. Say it, âthis pussy is yours, sirâ.âÂ
Damn.Â
The needy but demanding tone to his voice made you desperate to please him, bringing your head up and studying his features momentarily. His pupils were blown wide as he watched you study him, his mouth agape as he waited expectantly.Â
You wanted so badly to be a brat and test him, but his calloused fingertips rough and pressing firm into your hips drove you to please him.Â
âThis pussy,â you whined, his pace quickening further upon hearing your tone. âIs yours.â
âWho,â he demanded.
âYou. Sir. Itâs yours sir.âÂ
âThatâs my girl,â he thrust up again, burying himself to the hilt as he guided your hips so you were grinding against him; your orgasm building quickly before crashing over you in waves.Â
âOh,â you gasped, eyes rolling back as pleasure took over. Jake raised a hand from your hip, pushing part of your bikini top to the side with two fingers and connecting his mouth to your nipple at the same time. He nipped the pebbled skin, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth against it and ultimately heightened the pleasure you were experiencing. âJacob, fuck baby. Oh my god, yes.âÂ
âYou fuck me so good,â he mumbled, his breaths heavy and labored as he again quickened his pace. His second climax hit out of nowhere, his cock throbbing against your walls as he emptied into your spent cunt for a second time. The come down from your orgasm and his was different than before, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you snuggly against his chest as you made out with one another for several slow minutes.Â
đđ đˇđ đ¸đđđđžđđđđšâŚ
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, oral sex male and female receiving, fingering, cunnilingus, fellatio, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
June 14, 2024
Nashville, TN
You couldâve guessed that after making him incredibly late for some type of important meeting that you wouldnât see him again, not right away. As it were, you had too much work to get done to lend time worrying about if you and Jake would continue what had been started. Not that you werenât eager to do so, simply you knew focusing on work was important and he likely felt the same. If he wanted to come to you, he would.Â
Right?
Presumably.Â
Really, it had only been a few days and Jake could be heard coming and going only once or twice when you were home. The wail of his guitar melodically dancing on the air and taking up space in every silent corner of your home the rest of the time. So he was busy, and you enjoyed playing hard to get anyway. Going to him this time wouldnât be an option.Â
Wouldnât have been an option.Â
In fact, you were set to see him come to you up until you arrived home from work after a particularly long day. Hitting the gym after had been a great idea, up until you rolled in covered in sweat and desperately needing a shower. The shower itself had soothed your aching muscles, relaxing you enough that you hoped to get to bed early and catch up on some much needed rest. Maybe do some reading. Enjoy the evening, one of the first Fridays in a while where you didnât have plans. You were lost in your thoughts, daydreaming about ordering a pizza before getting lost in a book for the night as you rummaged through a drawer of clothing. Skimpy sleep shorts, check. Matching cami, check. You tossed both to your bed before untying your robe and shimmying out of it. You took care to hang the delicate fabric over the back of your sitting chair, dressing quickly before retreating back to the bathroom. You gave your hair a quick tousle with a towel, drying it as best you could before tying it up atop your head into a messy bun. Still lost in thought over where to order food from, you moved back to your bedroom-giving little attention to your immediate surroundings. You stopped near the dresser, grabbing your book before padding over to the bed. Next to it, you stood as you absently took your phone up in your free hand and scrolled quickly through your notifications. It wasnât until you felt a cool, smooth sensation glide over your foot that your attention was taken from your phone. Glancing at the floor, you noticed what initially appeared to be a piece ofâŚribbon? That couldnât be, so you bent to inspect further just as the ribbon slithered further up to your ankle and around it. Was that, fuck, a snake? Maybe a baby snake, something that stays small or just was too young to be terribly big. Regardless, your immediate reaction was fear. Screaming out, you shook your foot aggressively as the small snake slithered and wiggled around, landing on the floor and moving under your bed.Â
Nope.Â
Fuck that.Â
A mouse you could handle, anything furry. But spiders, snakes, and other insects? Immediate fear boiled up inside you and you knew that if the slimy sucker wasnât caught and removed tonight, youâd never sleep again. You fled from your bedroom with your phone still in hand, running straight out into the living room and then out the front door. Still daylight, though the sun had slowly begun to lower in the sky casting shadows throughout the yard, you glanced around as you came to a halt in front of Jacobâs back door.Â
So you were going to him, but not crawling back for more of what he had started a few days prior. No, this time you simply needed him to remove the snake that had somehow gotten into your home. You knocked rapidly several times, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to answer. When the door pulled open, Jacob standing there in a pair of black sweat pants and a T-shirt with the neck cut and stretched to fit more relaxed, youâd calmed down just the tiniest bit.Â
âBunny,â he rasped, his eyes studying your bedroom attire for several long minutes before settling on your stare. âTo what do I owe this pleasure?â Jacobâs eyebrow perked up as he spoke, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip as he allowed himself to take in what you were wearing once again.Â
âThereâsâŚa snake,â you trailed off, your eyes traveling the same path his were as you took in the sight of him dressed so casually. The snake, right. Back toâŚthe snake. âIn my room, thereâs a snake. I need you to catch it and get rid of it for me. Please.âÂ
âA snake?â His brows furrowed before he chuckled a time or two. âRight, okay. Letâs go see about this âsnakeâ in your room.â He used air quotes and all, the fucker was incredibly self assured, without a doubt, and you suddenly felt rather annoyed that he seemed to think it a ploy you had concocted to get him into your room.Â
âIâm serious,â you insisted, taking a step back as he stepped out of the house and pulled the door shut. âIt,â you shuddered as you spoke. âRan across my foot.âÂ
âSweetheart, if it ran, it isnât a snake.â Jake chuckled despite the obvious distraught look you wore, beginning his way toward your front door with you now following him. Once inside, he didnât bother to stop, striding straight through and into your room.Â
âIt slithered, whatever. I think it went under the bed.âÂ
âYou know, if you wanted me to come finish what we started all you had to do was text me,â Jacob spoke as he got down on his hands and knees-presumably for show since it was clear he didnât believe you at all. He bent further, peering under your bed before pulling his cell phone out and illuminating the flashlight to see better. âJust as I thought, no snake.â He straightened then, looking up at you from where he sat on his knees. Reaching out, he ghosted a hand against your outter thigh, smiling deviously. âMiss me that bad youâre making up scenarios to get me alone now?â
âUgh,â you rolled your eyes, scoffing at him though his feather light touch sent a trail of goosebumps down your legs. âIâm being serious, Mr. Kiszka.â You punctuated his name so as to get your point across, his eyes darkening then as his hand dropped from you and he stood up.Â
âThere was really a snake in here?âÂ
âYes,â you urged, eyes widening to get the point across. âI had been in the shower, and I got dressed after and it slithered across my fucking foot. I watched it go under the bed before I ran to your door to have you remove it.âÂ
âOkay, well, Iâm not sure how it wouldâve gotten in here or where it could be now because it isnât under the bed.â
âGreat,â you muttered, unlocking your phone and searching for nearby hotels.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â
âFinding a hotel, Iâm not sleeping in here until that thing is gone!âÂ
âA hotel?â You blinked up from your phone to nod at him, noticing the distressed look in his eyes.Â
âYeah? I canât sleep here knowing that thing may be lurking around here.â
âWell you arenât staying in a hotel, you can sleep with me. I mean, at mine. In mine. In my house.â Your eyes went back to him, studying his now nervous demeanor. âIâll see if my brother can come help me find the thing tomorrow. But Iâm exhausted tonight, you can sleep at mine and Iâll take care of it tomorrow.â His words were more straightforward with the second half of his statement, so you gave a nod and followed him out of the small guest house and through the backyard straight into his place. The main house was decorated entirely different from the guest house you rented, which had all been painted a cool grey color with splashes of white and black. This, however, was a collection of bright white walls and furniture that appeared to be a deep Navy tone. Jake led you through the downstairs without saying much, climbing the stairs slowly as he glanced over his shoulder a time or two to ensure you were still following him.Â
âSo, Iâve been slowly remodelingâŚâ he mentioned as you reached the top of the stairs and he began down the hall. âThe guest room is kind of demolished currently.â Great.Â
âOkayâŚwell I can sleep on a c-.â
âYou can sleep in the bed with me, itâs a king so thereâs plenty of room.â You thought about protesting, but considering what had already transpired between the two of you, you thought better of it. You agreed with a nod and then followed Jake as he headed down the hall further and into a large bedroom.Â
âIf you need the restroom, the master is right through there,â he gestured towards a door on the far side of the room before his arms flailed toward the bed. âAnd then, of course, the piece de resistance.â He put on a faux French accent as he spoke, causing you to giggle as your eyes danced around the room. He had pretty good taste in decor, admittedly, definitely matched the broody, moody rockstar life. Moving forward further into the room, you crawled up onto the bed and laid back against the pillows as you smiled at him. Reaching out, you deposited your phone to the nightstand closest to you before getting comfortable.Â
âOh, this is comfortable,â you sighed, watching Jake through hooded eyes as he kneed up onto the bed and crawled over you. He studied your face for a beat before leaning in like he was about to kiss you, ghosting his lips over yours while his fingers toyed with the hem of your shorts.Â
âDo you always sleep in this?â He tugged at the silky material, his nose nudging against yours.Â
âYes, usually,â You nodded, parting your lips just a touch. You were hoping he would kiss you, make the first move. Instead, he simply let out a soft âhmâ and moved so he was laying next to you. With your head turned in his direction, you watched as he tucked his arms up behind his head and sighed.Â
âDo you always sleep in this?â You gave his T-shirt a gentle tug before moving your hand away and picking at your cuticles absently.Â
âI usually sleep naked, actually.â He smirked then, his eyes not moving from the ceiling.Â
âWell, donât let me stop you then,â you were challenging him. He seemed so confident at your house the day he had kissed you, in control and dominant. The man before you now was too relaxed for your liking.Â
âWouldnât wanna make my guest uncomfortable,â the rasp of his voice was deep as he cut his eyes from the ceiling to you, waiting for your next move as the two of you stared at one another.Â
âUncomfortable,â you snorted. âIâve already seen it, itâs not going to make me uncomfortable.âÂ
Without word he was stripped naked in seconds, relaxing back against his pillows once more with his arms propped behind his head. Like an otherworldly god. You willed your eyes not to follow the form of his body lower, keeping your sights on his face and the serene look he wore.Â
âMuch better,â he sighed happily, causing you to roll your eyes to yourself. Rather than stroke his ego, in an effort to keep your eyes to yourself, you turned away from him and onto your side as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. It only took a few minutes of scrolling through work emails before you heard him huff from behind you, the mattress dipping as he shifted over to his side.Â
âYou know, you donât have to lay on the edge of the bed,â you felt his arm curl around you as he spoke, pulling you back against him. Taking the opportunity, you stuck your ass out, rubbing against him as you moved to get comfortable again. Your phone lay abandoned on the bed where youâd been laying.Â
âYou tease,â he sighed, his hand gripping your hip and holding you still though he rolled his hips to grind against you.Â
âWho, me?âÂ
âYes,â he growled quietly, shifting away from you just enough to pull you onto your back alongside him. âYou don't know what youâre doing to me.âÂ
âOh, I donât?â You looked at him, your hands resting on your stomach for lack of anything better to do with them.Â
âNo,â Jake insisted, bringing his hand up and cupping your jaw as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was nothing like what youâd shared nights prior, his lips moving slow and sensual against yours. The longer this went on, the deeper the kissing grew, your right hand coming up and circling Jakeâs wrist as you held onto him. With each passing moment, Jake licked further and further into your mouth. Sharing breaths, sucking on your tongue, his hand dropping from your jaw to your neck and then ghosting its way down your torso. At your hip, he stilled his hand and grasped firmly, his fingers kneading into your skin. Growing nervous, though his mouth on yours distracted you quite a bit, you rested a hand over your center and against your thighs.Â
Fuck. Maybe you were in over your head.Â
Panic began to set in, your lips sloppily moving against his as his fingertips skated down your thigh and under the short hem of your sleep shorts. Pressing your hand down firmly against where it rested, you felt Jake break the kiss from being so deep. Offering you warm, wet pecks as his fingers tried to move further under your bottoms.Â
âMove your hand,â he rasped, his nose nudging yours as you bit at your lip. âJust wanna touch you a little.â Obediently, you followed his instruction and slid your hand up to rest on your stomach as he moved his fingers further under the satiny material of your shorts. His touch danced over your skin, pushing through your folds as his wet lips found home against the heated skin of your neck. âSpread your legs for me, love,â he mumbled. Again, you obediently did as he said while turning your head into him when he raised enough to capture your lips again. Slowly, delicately, his calloused fingers found your clit and rolled around it as the two of you began to make out again. Chills trilled along your thighs and stomach, his touch lighting you aflame and pulling a heat to your cheeks as you moaned into his mouth. You could feel him pressed against your hip, hard and rutting his hips in the search for friction as he began teasing your entrance before fucking his middle finger into you.Â
âFuck, bunny. Tight little thing arenât you,â he groaned, fucking his finger in and out slowly to get you used to the sensation before adding a second.Â
âGod, Jake,â you whimpered, clenching around his fingers as he curled them back. His mouth covered yours again, sloppily kissing you as he fucked his fingers into you slow and deep. You snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers weaving themselves through his long hair as he pulled you closer and closer to release with his skilled fingers. You tugged gently at his hair, causing him to bite into your lip as he moaned.Â
âYou know what that does to me,â he whined as he released your lip, removing his fingers from you long enough to push your shorts down over your thighs. You kicked them off as he began a trail of wet kisses down your neck, his fingers toying with your clit until heâd moved far enough down that he could rest between your thighs.Â
âJakeâŚput em back. Your fingers, please,â you begged, desperate to feel the way you had when heâd been fucking them into you.Â
âBeg me,â he smirked, watching your desperate cunt glisten with arousal as he continued to tease and toy with you.Â
âBeg? Fuck you, Mr. Kiszka,â it was your turn to smirk then, pushing up on your elbows enough to see his face. His brown eyes cut up to you, an eyebrow raised curiously as he considered your words.Â
âIâm going to pretend you didnât say that, and let you know now I donât care for little brats,â he growled, dropping his eyes to stare at your soaked heat once more. âNow you can beg me, and I can work you through this. Or we can go to sleep, and you can suffer.â His voice was gentle then, dripping in the sweetest nectar as he willed you to fall into line and fulfill his wishes.Â
Fuck. Him.Â
You begged for no man, regardless of stature.Â
Jake placed a languid kiss against your clit, waiting for your response as his eyes flitted back up to you.Â
âUse your words,â he urged.Â
Fuck it. The orgasm better be worth it.Â
âPlease? Please, Jake.â You begged softly, pressing your eyes shut in humiliation. You couldnât believe he had you begging him.Â
âPlease, Jake,â he mocked you, teasing his fingers against your entrance as he did. âSuch a sweet little Bunny, huh? Begging her landlord to make her cum.âÂ
âPlease,â you growled back at him.Â
âRelax,â he chuckled. âIâm just fucking around with you.â He cut his own words off as he fucked his fingers into you and pressed his mouth over your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth as he sucked gingerly at the swollen nub. âMmm hnnnngg,â he groaned in spite of himself, his fingers working themselves into a quick pace of fucking in and out of you.Â
âOh, damn, Jake,â you whined, already he had your walls fluttering as you clenched around his fingers again. His tongue was everywhere, tracing circles around your clit and licking and lapping at you noisily until you were so overstimulated you were pushing yourself up the bed away from him.Â
âStop running,â he giggled, resting his arm across your hips in an effort to still you.Â
âI c-canât take anymore. Please Jake. Make, make me cum please, please, please,â you choked out.Â
You really were begging him.Â
Curling his fingers, he pressed into a spot you were sure no one had reached before, his lips suctioning around your clit as you cried out, inhaling sharply in the wake of the heat of pleasure overcoming you. Jake worked you effortlessly through your orgasm, your back arching as your body trembling before finally collapsing back onto the bed as you gasped for air. When your eyes finally landed on Jake again, sitting back on his knees with his face glistening and coated in your slick, he grinned ruefully before pulling the back of his hand over his mouth.Â
June 15, 2024
Nashville, TN
Sleeping had come so easily to you the night before, Jake curled around you from behind. After seeing the fucked out look on your face, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion, heâd insisted nothing more happened and youâd fallen into a dreamless slumber so sound that even the 6AM alarm on your phone didnât immediately wake you up. After some grumbling from Jake to âturn that fucking thing offâ you had managed a few extra hours of rest before heâd accompanied you back to your place to retrieve clothing for the day; you were too worried the rogue snake would literally pop out at you to go alone. He had successfully found someone to come out and locate the snake and remove it, with the downside being that they couldnât come until early Monday morning. It was no use claiming youâd get a hotel room, Jake had happily insisted you just stay with him until then and had fed you so fat with a delicious breakfast that it made it hard to leave to take care of the errands you had pushed to the side until the weekend. Youâd never be able to refuse staying if he kept that up. You managed to force yourself to leave his house before noon, Jake sliding his spare house key into your hand before youâd made it out the door. A gentle âI have band stuff to doâ accompanying it before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and let you go on your way.Â
You spent as much time away from the house as you possibly could, bounding into book stores and clothing shops just to browse as you wasted time in an effort to not be at his place alone. Only when it had grown late, the summer sun blisteringly close to the horizon as it pinked your cheeks and shoulders beneath the sundress you wore did you decide it was A) time to retreat indoors to the dark cool interior of Jakes home and B) time to find food as youâd not eaten since heâd insisted on making you breakfast. So back home you drove, stopping at a Vegan place to pick up a quick green chile burrito and eating it as you finished the drive. Youâd considered getting Jake something, but was he even home? And then, what food did he even like?Â
He wasnât home when you arrived.Â
You spent most of the evening into the night alone, reading and catching up on social media. Around ten you made your way up to his bedroom, going to the bathroom first to brush your teeth.Â
You heard the door slam, your mouth full of toothpaste.Â
Heavy footfall up the stairs.Â
Frustrated sighs.Â
And then Jake passing into his bedroom, removing his Chelsea boots close to the closet before dropping down onto the end of the bed.Â
Spitting and rinsing, you made quick work of gathering your toiletries back up into their rightful bag before quietly padding into the bedroom. You stopped just before where he sat, dressed differently than he had been when youâd left that morning. A black suit and either a black vest or button up underneath it. Black reading glasses tucked into the pocket of his jacket.Â
âHi,â you offered shyly, watching as he shrugged his jacket off and laid it to the side where he sat.Â
Oh. It was a vest he wore, buttoned only once and revealing his chest and soft stomach.Â
âHello,â he finally offered, voice raspy and low. He had definitely been drinking.Â
âHow was your day?â You stepped further into the space he occupied.Â
âSpent it recording, fucked up the bridge on my best guitar,â his eyes traveled up from your legs to your face slowly, taking you all in.Â
âCan you fix it?âÂ
He reached out then, hands resting on your outter thighs as he pulled you in closer so you were standing between his legs.Â
âYeah, just gotta go to Gibson tomorrow and grab a new one.âÂ
âThatâs good, right?âÂ
âSheâs just old so I worry about her,â he nodded then, his large palms sliding up your thighs and under your dress. You could tell he was frustrated still at the damage done to his guitar. âHow was your day? You look a little sunburnt.âÂ
He wasnât wrong, your cheeks stung a little from the way the sun had reddened them. The tip of your nose, too.Â
âIt was alright, yeah. Did a lot of walking and window shopping.â Jake hummed in response, his thumbs hooking into the the fabric of your underwear on both of your hips as he began to pull them down slowly.Â
âYour nose is burnt,â he added quietly, moving the fabric of your underwear down far enough that he could let it go and theyâd fall to the floor. When he did, the lacy fabric pooling at your ankles, you stepped out of them as he gripped your leg at the knee and bent it up toward him.Â
âI can tell,â you replied just as quietly, kneeing up onto the bed with one leg and then the other as he guided you. Straddling his lap now, Jake leaned up and kissed the tip of your nose gently before resting back onto his elbows.Â
âDid you have dinner?â He bucked his hips up slightly, just enough to press himself against you and grind lightly before returning back to his previous position.Â
âY-yeah,â your voice faltered, causing you to clear your throat as you nodded. âYes. I stopped at Graze.â
âSuppose itâs silly of me to assume you hadnât, itâs after ten.â Again, he pressed up into you causing the breath to hitch in your throat.Â
âDid you eat?â You were trying to distract yourself, desperate to grind down against him and feel the rich material of his slacks. Desperate to feel the length of his cock, undoubtedly hardening beneath the very same material.Â
âA burger,â he offered, one hand coming to rest against your hip and holding you tightly as he bucked back up into you. He allowed himself to grind a little, but held you still so you couldnât chase the sensation of him. Dammit. You could feel yourself growing aroused, your center pooling with desire as you fought in vain against the grasp he had on you.Â
âTh-that it?âÂ
âYeah, figured Iâd get my fill of sustenance when I got home.â This man. You wriggled your hips, intent to create friction where he had decided to stop offering it but Jake had other plans, sitting up some as both of his hands now grasped at your hips. âLooks like youâre still hungry too, hm pretty baby?âÂ
âJake,â you whined, your hands messing with the button on his slacks until it popped open.Â
âAre you not?â Was this a game to him? Jesus you felt dizzy with how much you needed him to stop teasing you.Â
âYes,â you hushed, your delicate fingers working the zipper of his pants open next.Â
âTake what you like then,â he smirked, inhaling sharply through his nose when you dipped your hand into his briefs and pulled his cock out. It was hard alright, that damn barbell gleaming in the light and taunting you. You needed to feel him. âWhatâre you gonna do?â He was curious now, releasing his grip on you and leaning back onto his elbows once more. You intended to tease him, make him feel the same way he had been making you feel. Your hands slid up onto his stomach, pushing under the material of his vest as you slowly began to grind back and forth against his length. But teasing him turned into pleasing you when the barbell he had pierced through the ridge of his head caught against your clit, the cold metal sending a chill up your spine as you gasped loudly. Back and forth you moved, working yourself into a frenzy as his breathing slowly became labored.Â
âJ-Jake, god.âÂ
âNever been called that before,â he mused, moving one hand out and resting it against your thigh as he held his weight on the opposite arm. âYou okay baby? Sound like youâreâŚon edge.â He bucked his hips up slightly as you moved against him, his hand fisting at his length and guiding himself to nudge against your entrance.
âJake,â again you whined his name out, pushing back against him as the thick head of his cock pushed into you.Â
âWhat can I help you with, Bunny?â His voice shook slightly as the sensation of your tight cunt squeezed his cock the further in he pressed, but you werenât about to call attention to that least he decide to torture you for it.Â
âFuck. Just do what youâre doing,â you insisted, fucking yourself onto him with quick, sharp thrusts of your hips. The feeling of his thick, hard length stretching you drove you crazy, wild with a pulsing desire for more as you fucked yourself and he laid back simply enjoying it.Â
âMm just like this, Bunny? Just lay here and watch you make a mess all over my cock?â
This motherfucker. Well, yes thatâs what you wanted him to do actually.Â
âOoh, fuck me,â he let out, his voice low enough that you werenât sure if he had been speaking to you or to himself. âLook at you, fucking me so good.âÂ
âFuck. You,â you whined, ready to call him Mr. Kiszka again but before you could, you felt yourself crumbling into the dark abyss of pleasure. Your body quaked as you gasped for air, gasped his name, begged for more with your head dropped back as you came hard on his cock. His hands shot out to hold your hips, pulling himself up into more of a sitting position as you fucked yourself through it and his arms slid around you as he pressed your chest to his.Â
âThatâs it. I got you,â he groaned, his lips finding yours after in a heated kiss. You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls, shaky breaths being taken in as he let you ride the wave of pleasure until youâd calmed enough to open your eyes to him again.Â
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he moaned, thrusting his hips up until he was buried to the hilt. He held himself there for a moment before pulling out completely, fisting his cock again and holding it like that for a moment as he laid back. Releasing himself, his hard cock springing back against his stomach, he smirked deviously.Â
Fuck. You felt like you were in for it now. Whatever he was thinking, you werenât sure you were ready for it.Â
âLook at this mess you made,â he gestured toward himself, coated in your slick, and his slacks which were just as much a mess. âGonna clean it up for me?â Of course you would. Eagerly, you moved back and off his lap and dipped down, running your tongue against his stomach and then down further to his cock. You lapped at the length of his shaft before doing the same to the head, wrapping your lips tightly around him and sinking down as far as you could take him in. You felt him place his large palm against the back of your head, holding you there without actually doing so as he bucked his hips up and slipped further into your throat. You fell into a pace as you bobbed up and down, every second time youâd come down heâd buck his hips up so the head of his cock would slip further into your throat until heâd fucked himself so far down that you felt your throat constrict around him and cause you to gag.Â
âSo, so close BunnyâŚbabyâŚfuck me. Fuck. Please.â Who was begging now. You kept up the pace, your hand fisting at him and trailing your mouth with each movement until you felt his warm release spurt into your mouth. Greedily, you swallowed every last drop, continuing to bob up and down and milk his heavy cock for all it was worth until he moaned so low and loud you thought maybe something was wrong. Letting his length slip from your mouth, you straightened and looked at him, finding him laid back with his eyes closed, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat with the most beautiful, serene look about him.Â
âHoly shit,â he chuckled, making grabby hands at you until you joined him on the bed. âThat was fucking unreal.âÂ
đđśđđđžđđđ 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, nude photo sending, piercings, genital piercings, masturbation, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only
đđđđđśđđ Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
May 12, 2024
North Charleston, SC
Jake
Fuck it, you thought, sprawled out on top of the king size bed of your hotel room. The fabric beneath you wasnât as soft as you preferred, faux satin that felt itchy and a little stiff if you had to say. Your phone in one hand, dick in the other as your thumb hovered between tabs in your browsers private option. Porn hub. You porn. You couldnât decide which would be tonightâs entertainment, considering theyâd both stopped providing you with any real entertainment months ago.Â
Months past when, to your own demise, youâd rented part of your home out to the sexiest female youâd laid eyes on inâŚwellâŚa while. Your thoughts had been plagued with the image of her that it had conjured up, dressed as she was the first day youâd met when sheâd come to view your guest house. Even then, dressed casually with her long hair flowing down her back, youâd managed to develop some semblance of a crush on her. Without second thought you abandoned the debauchery, sliding your apps up and closed until only Instagram remained.Â
Casual. You had tried to be so casually informal with her, so cool about the way you felt that she wouldnât catch on. You were pretty damn sure that had worked, considering the only time she really reached out to you at all was when sheâd needed help changing a bulb in the light fixture of the ceiling fan. But youâd still managed to accidentally find her Instagram. Now, you werenât about to admit to using her photos to get your rocks off. Youâd never done that before. But youâd definitely committed to memory the way she looked in a lot of them, and absolutely used that as material for your daydreams and fantasies.Â
Quickly, you navigated to the familiar page, one you hadnât followed but had still taken a peek at a time or two. Two new photos met you from her most recent trip to what appeared to be Florida. Bikini. Bikini. Fuck, youâd never seen her that scantily clad. Your dick twitched in your hand, a harsh reminder that you were alone in this damn hotel room and hadnât gotten laid since before youâd even met her. Like every other time you found yourself in this predicament, alone and with the overwhelming urge for release, you teased your fingertips along your shaft and around the head of your cock. Your right hand clutched your phone tightly, though youâd swiped out of Instagram quickly after moving your attention to how needy you felt.Â
What if youâŚno, you couldnât. Send her a nude? Would she even want that? You took a moment to consider it, teasing your fingertips around your cock again, your thumb flicking the barbell youâd had pierced through the ridge of the head. A shiver trilled up your spine, you were still a little sensitive from that decision. And then you were palming yourself again, holding your phone with the camera app open as you framed the photo just right, watching your own hand through the phone cup your length and stroke it eagerly. Again, your thumb hovered over the screen before making the quick decision to enable the Live Photo function. And then you took a series of three photos, your left hand busy squeezing and stroking your dick as you muttered out a husky âfuckâ. The piercing definitely gave things a new feeling. Between that, the excitement you felt watching yourself through a camera, and the excitement the idea of sending her a dick pic elicited, you were already throbbing and near release.Â
Three seconds, the amount of time it took you to open a new message thread and type her name in until her contact came up. Five more seconds, enough time to pick out one of the Live Photos and send it without thought to the consequence and then you dropped your phone to your chest, your left hand picking up speed with how vigorously it jacked you off until you spilled over your hand with a loud groan. The come down was different than the build up, because now you were left with the realization youâd just cold cocked-essentially- your tenant. Oops.Â
Y/N emphasized a photoâŚthe time stamp next to the notification read two minutes ago.Â
So she had seen it.Â
Oh well, the thought of her seeing your dick in all its glory turned you on.Â
Hell, it had just gotten you off.Â
Distractedly, you cleaned yourself up as your mind wandered to what her reaction to it may have been. Did she like what she saw? And did she find herself thinking of you, her landlord, as much as you thought of her? Once you were sufficiently cleaned up and settled back into the pillows, you chose to simply break the proverbial ice on that by messaging her to say it was, simply, the wrong number that youâd messaged. When her only response was to ask if you wanted her to pretend she had never seen the photo, you grew distraught.Â
Maybe you shouldnât have done that.Â
Only if you didnât like what you saw ;) you eventually texted back, your cockiness-pun intended-dancing with your sense of humility. Best to play it confident than apologize profusely. And again, her only response was to heart react to your message.Â
What the fuck did that mean?Â
June 10, 2024
Nashville, TN
Her
He was a ten, by all accounts. Every inch of him perfect from what you had seen.Â
The way he carried himself.Â
The way he dressed.Â
The smirk he wore more times than not when speaking to you.
Other things.Â
Every muscle in your body tense while in his proximity. You shouldnât be having these feelings about your landlord. And yet, you couldnât help it. From the day youâd met him when youâd viewed the in-law suite unit that he had chosen to rent out, youâd had these thoughts. You barely knew the man, learning over time that he was a musician. A good one if the mournful wails of the guitar that seeped out of his home and into yours on occasion was any indication. Your interactions, sadly, had been few and far between. He was off on business for work most times, and when he wasnât youâd found yourself almost too shy to approach him without need. Until he had âaccidentallyâ sent you a nude photo, you werenât fully convinced it had been much of an accident. Youâd been haunted with the imagine of him stroking himself since. And the way he had groaned out the word fuck? The mere thought got you hot and bothered.Â
He had always been approachable, but you felt silly doing so casually. Even moreso now, when all you could think about was the fact you knew your landlord had a dick piercing. And dammit if you hadnât been daydreaming about that piercing far too many times to act as if you didnât want to know how it felt. Somehow, since returning home from what you figured was some type of tour, you had only seen Jacob in passing a handful of times. Thinking maybe he was avoiding you, youâd done your best to simply be elusive. But when the heavy thud of his front door slamming echoed out and permeated the otherwise silence of your home, you wondered what he was up to.Â
Without giving it much consideration, and with the knowledge that the overhead light in the ceiling fan had gone out the day prior, you retreated from the space youâd called home for the last six months. Walking on bare feet, you took the stone path from your front door to his back door as quick as possible. The heat of a Nashville summer prickling and pinking your skin instantly. Thankful that you had the mind to be hanging around the house in short athletic shorts and a tank top, you wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead that had already accumulated and then knocked firmly against Jacobâs door. It only took a few moments for him to answer, pulling the door open gently as he greeted you.Â
âHey, y/n, whatâs up?â Jake rasped, his eyes falling over you as they scanned down your body and then back up, meeting your stare with a hooded gaze.Â
âHi, umâŚthe main light in the ceiling fan went out, again.â You stressed the again, remembering how a month into moving in it had gone out and youâd resorted to asking him for help changing it. Not that you couldnât yourself, the ceilings were high, sure, but a ladder would solve that issue. It was simply that the sight of his muscular arms flexing and unflexing as he changed the bulb was too tempting to pass up. âCould you possibly help me change it?âÂ
Okay, maybe you were playing into his obvious desire to be the hero, something you had caught onto pretty quickly. He either liked you enough to refuse telling you no. Or. He enjoyed being the hero and saving the day. Either way, looking up at him as innocently as possible, you were hoping he wouldnât be able to tell you no this time either.Â
âDidnât I show you how to do that before?â His lips pursed out though the corners of his mouth curled up in almost a smirk as he interrogated you, one hand still on the door handle.Â
âWell, yes butâŚthe ladder is so tall and Iâm so short and you knowâŚI get scared of heights.â Lies. All lies. You gave him your best doe eyes as you continued. âPlease, Mr. Kiszka?âÂ
âLead the way,â he relented, gesturing a hand toward your place as he stepped out into the heat and pulled his door shut. Following behind you, you could feel his eyes on you the entire way as you led him into your place.Â
âI have an extra bulb under the sink, I think.â You spoke as you made your way over to the sink and bent over to rummage around in the cabinet below it. Jake watched you silently, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt sleeves and rolling them up as he did.Â
âLet me grab the ladder,â he insisted, disappearing out your front door for only a moment before he was hauling a ladder in and opening it up directly under the light fixture. Approaching, you held the bulb out to him as you batted your long lashes.Â
âOh ho, no,â Jacob chuckled, his hand raising as he pushed the bulb back toward you. âYouâll do it this time so I know that you can do it.â He smirked after, the little shit had caught you red handed feigning incapability just to watch him do it.Â
âButâŚthe heights, Mr. Kiszka.â You flashed him doe eyes again, pouting your lips the slightest bit.Â
âMr. Kiszka is my father,â he corrected, nodding his head toward the ladder after. âYou can call me sir if you want to play this game.âÂ
Oh.Â
âSir,â you all but whispered, stepping toward the ladder as he flashed you a devious grin. âBut itâs so hi-.â
âIâll walk you through it,â he interrupted, eyebrows jumping as he studied you. As if he were daring you to tell him no. You couldnât, wouldnât even if you could. How did he already know that? âUp the ladder, Bunny.âÂ
So up the ladder you climbed, acutely aware that the hem of your shorts barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. Below you, Jake held the legs of the ladder still as he watched you climb to the top in order to reach.Â
âOkay, now just reach up into the sconce and unscrew the blown bulb,â Jake spoke slow and clear as if he were instructing a child, an edge to his voice that sounded like he was doing his best to hold back a bit of laughter.Â
âMhmmm,â you hummed, rolling your eyes as you reached up and removed the bad light bulb. Glancing down as you handed the bad bulb over, you caught his eyes lingering on your ass before flicking up to you. Jacobâs cheeks warmed to a delicious shade of pink, his stare however remaining just as cool and collected as it always had.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, his fingertips brushing yours as he took the bulb from you. âNow just repeat that but backwards. You want it to feel real tight, thatâs how you know itâs in properly.âÂ
Clearing your throat, you stretched back up to the light fixture and put the bulb in, turning it until it wouldnât any longer before glancing back down at him. Again, you caught his gaze lingering on your ass before cutting up to you.Â
âThat wasnât as hard as it looks, was it?â His voice was quieter as he spoke, watching as you climbed down off of the ladder, your ass rubbing against his front as you stepped down off the last step. Well, the job hadnât been hard sure. But, he definitely was. Now all you could think about was how hard he had been in that photo.
âI dunno, feltâŚpretty hard to me,â you commented, your back to him still as his hands fell to your hips and held you in place.Â
âAre you implying something, bunny?â His words came on a raspy tone, low and smoky as his lips sat against your right ear.Â
âNo, sir,â you conceded, Jake bringing his left hand up to capture a rogue lock of hair and tuck it back behind your ear. His fingers danced along the skin of your neck after, down and against your collar bone as he sighed quietly.Â
âYou learn quick,â he praised, sliding his palm flat against your skin and up enough to wrap around your throat. âI know you liked that photo I sentâŚâ He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft whimper from you before allowing his hand to fall away and back to your hip. With a quick motion, Jake spun you to face him as his eyes found yours.Â
âSir,â again, you whispered as you stared up at him. The way his cheeks and neck flushed crimson, the heat of the blush creeping over his chest, drove you mad. Without warning, his lips crashed against yours hungrily. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, his hands grasping at the tops of the back of your thighs and kneading into the muscle just below your ass cheeks. His tongue darted out and licked at your lips, begging for entrance as you allowed your lips to part. His velveteen tongue rolled against yours sloppily, wet and warm and offering you exactly what you wanted from him. More. You eagerly kissed him with fervor, welcoming the way his large hands grasped and gripped at you until he was lifting you up and off your feet. Instinctively, your legs came up and wrapped around his hips as he walked you both blindly toward the French doors that led to your bedroom.Â
âFuck, you taste like this is a bad decision,â Jake sighed against your mouth, one hand feeling around for the handle on one of the doors. You felt your back press against it, your lips reconnecting with his as he pushed the door open and carried you through it to your bed. He deposited you hastily to the bed top, kneeing up onto it and leaning over you.Â
âDonât like bad decisions?â Your question was followed by a subtle biting of your lower lip, your eyelids hooded and lust heavy as you gazed up at him.Â
âTheyâre my favorite, actually,â he conceded quietly, connecting his lips to yours again as he lowered his weight over you and pressed his hips into yours. You could feel his thick hardon pressing against your thigh, your legs wrapping around his hips again as the two of you made out noisily. Moaning into one anotherâs mouths, one of Jake's hands gripping tightly at your ass as he pressed himself against you. Your hands playing at the buttons on his shirt, opening them up slowly as his mouth found its way in a wet trail of kisses over your jaw and onto your neck. He sucked gently just beneath your ear, spoiling your favorite spot. How had he known?Â
âOh god,â you whimpered, finally getting his shirt unbuttoned and sliding your hands beneath the fabric against his heated skin. The tanned skin stretched over his abdomen and chest was soft and supple, chill bumps raising in the wake of the skin on skin contact and trilling after your light touch. You could feel his hard ab muscles under the soft skin, flexing and rolling as he moved against you. Jake bit at the tender skin on your neck, soothing the hurt with his tongue after as he sucked gently. Instinctively, one of your hands moved around and tangled in his long locks, tugging firmly as he nipped at the same spot again.Â
âDo that again,â he demanded against your throat when you gave his hair another firm tug, rolling his hips down to meet yours and grinding himself against you. In addition to his demand, he nipped at your neck again and tugged gently at the skin between his teeth. So at his request, you gave his hair a good tug as you bucked your hips up into his. Jake groaned, kissing a trail back up to your jaw and then to your lips. He sucked your lower lip in between his,releasing it with an audible âpopâ. âDo you know how long Iâve wondered what these lips felt like?â
You couldâve guessed, considering he had now all but admitted that photo wasnât meant for another number. But how could you tell him youâd been thinking about how his lips would feel since the very moment you first laid eyes on him? Easy, kiss him again. You pressed your mouth to his greedily, your lips moving in time with his as he moved one hand to your waist and slid it slowly underneath your tank top. His large hand palmed at your breast, the pad of his thumb ghosting over your nipple as the two of you made out. You could feel yourself growing increasingly aroused, Jakes thigh settled between your legs and pressing against you. You swiveled your hips, grinding against him for friction. Relief. Your entire body aflame for him and his for you. Your hands found their way from his hair and his chest, toying with the buckle of his belt with the intent to open it. To unfashion his jeans and touch him. Have him.Â
âEager Bunny,â he cooed into your mouth, gnashing his teeth against yours after in another kiss that was all tongue. His hands eagerly worked your tank top up, stopping just below your breasts as he pulled back to study your face in question. Do you want this? It felt like he was trying to convey, and dear good did you.Â
âKeep going,â you urged him, your words cutting off as he covered your mouth with his again. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, your hands succeeding in opening his belt buckle, nimble fingers moving to open the button and zipper as quickly as you could.Â
More. More. More.Â
You were just splaying the sides of his jeans open, the buckle of his belt gliding against your stomach as you maneuvered it around, when his phone rang out-interrupting the moment.Â
âFuck,â he whined, pulling away and sitting up on his knees as he dug his phone from his pocket. âMy fucking manager, Iâm sorry.â He apologized as he answered the phone, standing simultaneously from the bed.Â
âAaron, yeah. No, I remember. Meeting. Three p.m.,â he rolled his eyes, giving you an apologetic look just before his face fell. âNo, I just lost track of time. Iâll fucking be there soon, Iâm always late any-,â he was cut off again, and a quick glance to your alarm clock would tell you you knew why. Meeting at three. Current time: 3:45. He wasnât just late. He was very late, and depending on how far he needed to travelâŚdamn, this was your fault. After a few mumbled words, Jake hung up and pocketed his phone.Â
âI have to go,â he groaned, closing his jeans up and fixing the belt back together. Moving to working the buttons of his shirt closed, he fastened two-maybe three-before tucking half the hem into his jeans. âIâm sorry,â he offered, approaching where you now sat on the edge of your bed and leaning in. Gently, much slower than before, he kissed your lips-nudging his nose against yours after. âText me later. Love to make sure thatâŚlightâŚworks for you.â He offered a smirk after before leaving with a quickness, a sense of urgency in his footfall as you listened to him leave your place.Â
Now what? Would you see him again, like this? Would he even want to?Â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dom kink, sir kink, praise kink, sub kink, alcohol use, oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, fingering, cunnilingus, fellatio, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, ass play
A brush of his knuckles here, a caress of his fingertips against your cheek there. His hand idling up your arm lightly. He was torturing you. Every touch offered met with your eagerness and longing for more. For longer.Â
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.Â
He made you feel so fucking foolish without even trying to do so, leaving you consistently satisfied with his touch and starved for more simultaneously. Each request for you to pour a drink or bring in a new bottle of bourbon, light a cigar or whatever he pleased of you in the moment had been offered on a softened tongue. In a tone so gentle you caught Vance side eyeing him with a smirk on his face more than once. Mostly, Jake had doted over you silently. His hands praised you without really touching you while his eyes touched everything in the room but you. This dance of longing you had been doing with his teasing as your partner had driven you mad, absolutely anxious with the need to have him alone. Or to run screaming away from him. Or to simply finish the conversation Sam had interrupted, wishing you could hear the apology you felt had been coming when the tall brunette had entered the building. Perhaps Sam had been a saving grace, maybe Jake wouldnât have apologized at all and youâd have been left in a sorrier state than prior. The unknown of the matter at hand had your mind spiraling into what-ifs.Â
âBambi,â Jacob snapped his fingers in front of your face, causing you to flinch slightly as the ring he wore glinted in the light.Â
âY-yes, sir? Sorry.â How long had he been talking, saying your name? You hoped not long, wanting to appear attentive to his needs at least even when you clearly had zoned out and gotten lost in your thoughts.Â
âThe ice bucket, it needs refilled. If you could do so, quickly, Iâd so appreciate that.â With a nod, your cheeks flushing deep red as you climbed to your feet, you hurried from the room after snatching the bucket. You scrambled through the club on wobbly, sore legs, before presenting the bucket to Sam as he finished off preparing a martini for someone.Â
âHey BambiâŚhe sent you for ice?â His eyes flitted to the bucket and back to your face, indicating that he was a little surprised over the fact.Â
âYeah,â you hushed, wanting to shrug but instead just staring blankly at him. You had to admit, it was odd. Generally, once you were in the poker room you didnât see the rest of the club until the end of your shift.Â
âMaking up for his wrongs while still committing them,â Sam chuckled as he pulled the bucket toward his side of the bar and began scooping ice into it.Â
âWhatâs that mean?â You drummed your fingers along the bar top, an eyebrow raised at the taller and younger Kiszka as you waited for his response.Â
âIt doesnât mean anything, Bambi. Here,â he pushed the ice bucket back over to you with a tight smile. Lingering, you studied his face for a bit longer before taking the bucket and returning back to the poker roomÂ
âď¸âď¸âď¸
âY/n,â you heard Jake call out to you as you walked past the bar, turning to see him standing behind the bar leaning against the counter top. Where was Sam?Â
âYeah?â You asked cautiously, one hand holding the handle to your bag as it sat over your shoulder.Â
âVance left a tip for you,â he pressed his fingertips against an envelope on the bar top and pushed it across the expanse of the counter toward you.Â
âA tip? For what?â You were curious, knowing it were Jake that had put you in that room and he had been the one youâd been beside all evening. Vance tipping you made little sense, all things considered.Â
âWellâŚâ his voice trailed off as he brought his hand up, stroking his fingers over his chin and pursing his lips. âHe wants to ensure that you are just as present tomorrow, in the poker roomâŚas attentive as youâve been.â Attentive? Surely not to Vance, right? Considering the last two shifts had been spent at Jacobs side. Grabbing the envelope, you pulled it to you and used two fingers to open the top of it. Inside sat at least seven one hundred dollar bills. You felt your face flush, taking the time to shove the envelope into your bag before returning your attention back to Jake.Â
âOdd of him to simply assume a tip would dictate whether or not I was in the poker room tomorrow, when youâre in control of thatâŚâÂ
âYouâre right, I am in control of that.â He was so matter of fact, so sure of himself suddenly where as two days ago he had been a mess. This was the Jake youâd fallen for. While, yes, his softer side endeared you when you were alone it had always been his dominant nature that drew you to the man.Â
âDoes that mean youâll be expecting me in the poker room again tomorrow then?â Please say no. Your legs were tired and sore from kneeling on your knees all night, your resolve weakening the longer he kept you there.Â
âThatâs exactly where youâll be, little deer,â he couldnât help the smirk that curled the corners of his mouth. Couldnât help the flame in his eyes as he stood before you, amused that he would once again be dictating exactly how your night would go. And with who, because of course.Â
âAm I being punished for something, or do you just enjoy having me on my knees?â Your arms crossed over your chest, your shoulders sore from being in relatively the same position for hours.Â
âYou still got that handprint on your ass?â Jakeâs words bit back at you, revealing the source of your true punishment.Â
âYeah, you wanna see it?â You could hear Jake huff, disguising it with a low chuckle.Â
âYouâll be in the poker room until itâs gone.â He simply shrugged then, offering a grin as he came around the bar and stopped in front of you. âAnd youâll do it with a smile, isnât that right Bambi?âÂ
âYes. Sir.,â you gritted out, your fist tightening into a ball at your side.Â
âGood girl,â Jake rasped, grabbing your chin between his forefinger and thumb. âNow go rest these pretty little bones of yours.â He moved in closer, his lips so close you could almost taste the bourbon in his breath. âAnd Bambi?â
âHuh?â You squeaked, your lips pouting out the longer he stood there refusing to touch your mouth with his. Just a little touch, thatâs all you wanted.Â
âDonât think about how good it would feel to kiss meâŚâ his words trailed off, a huff of air puffing out of him as his lips ghosted over yours. All too quickly, he had pulled away and began down the hall toward his office.Â
Fuck. Well now you were thinking about how it wouldâve felt to kiss him, his plush wet lips warming yours on contact. The way theyâd move against yours, parting just enough to let his velveteen tongue lick across your lips. If one thing were for sure, youâd be going home alone and incredibly unsatisfied. With a huff, you continued out of the club and to your car to make the trek home.Â
âď¸
By the time you crawled into bed, it was after 3am. A hot shower had loosened your tense muscles and eased the pain in your lower back from sitting still on your knees most of the night, but it had done nothing for the ache you felt deep in the core of your entire being. The emptiness you felt as you laid alone turned the dim room even darker, and you thought at first it was simply due to spending so many nights prior with Josh. But why had it been his twin swimming through the sea of thoughts youâd plunged into? There was no denying your body could easily be found aflame for Jake, the proximity he had kept to you throughout the night making your desire for him palpable, obvious, tangible. Easing your troubled thoughts took some doing, though, and the more you tried to relax the harder it got to forget the way his breath had felt so close to your lips again. And the easier it got to imagine the way he felt over you, his chest pressed to yours as his mouth traveled the planes of your shoulders and chest. The man plagued your every thought, burning filament rooted so deeply in your being he could likely turn you into a marionette doll with the simple twist of his wrist. It was as your hand slid its way down your body, slow and gentle with the intent to satisfy or sedate the ache you felt when your phone rang.Â
âFuck,â you mumbled, jumping at the loud wail of the guitar on the song youâd set as your notification tone. With a huff, you threw the blanket from over you and reached out for your phone. It took all of a few seconds for your hand to land over the glowing device, bringing it up to stare at the screen closely.Â
Sir Kiszka scrolled across the screen, his display photo being nothing more than a photo of him sitting with his hand on his thigh that youâd cropped to show just that. New necklace you had joked when you did it, rolling your eyes now at the sentiment. Jacobâs chokehold was suffocating at times.Â
âHello?â You huffed into the phone once youâd accepted the call and hit the âspeakerâ option.Â
âWhy are you awake, Bambi?â The smokiness to his voice called to you, quieting the annoyance youâd bitten out upon greeting.Â
âBecause you calledâŚâ a lie, though a small one. Maybe if he believed heâd woken you up, heâd be quicker with the reveal of his reason for calling.Â
âI donât think thatâs quite the truth,â he chuckled darkly, inhaling after as he took a hit off of what you suspected was a cigar. âWhyâre you awake, Bambi?â His voice was lower as he repeated his question, seducing you further into complacency.Â
âCanât quiet my mind,â you relented, turning to your side and curling your knees up.Â
âYouâre thinking about it, arenât you? The way my lips feel against yours, warm and wet. They fit like a glove, donât they Bambi?âÂ
A whimper fell from your lips as you listened, always with rapt attention for the man and the words he spoke.Â
âJacobâŚâ
âItâs sir, remember? Iâm nothing more than your boss, little deer.â His tone fell somewhere between amused and hurt, betrayal his least favorite emotion to show and yet youâd seen it written all over his face upon realization that youâd spent time with his twin.Â
âJacob,â you urged, wondering if heâd forgiven you for saying such harsh things to him. He couldnât blame you, for the things you had said in done as a means of coping through the pain he had caused. Could he?Â
Would he?Â
âTell me whatâs on your mind, doe.âÂ
âI know Green didnât leave me that tip.â Where had that even come from? Green and the money he had âleftâ you had been the furthest from your mind before Jacobs call came through, your mind and body intent on release as you recalled the way his hands and mouth had worked you over on your last night together.Â
âStatement or accusation, then?â Another sharp, long inhale on whatever he was smoking. You could hear him exhale before the distinct sound of ice clinking together as he sucked a drink of whiskey from a glass.Â
âBoth?â
âAnd, if I left it for you?â
âWhy?â You furrowed your brows, shifting back to your back and staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom.Â
âYouâve been a good girl, Bambi. No hesitation to behave in the poker room, I know you hate it.â The smugness in his voice drove you insane, another glimpse of that man who scared the hell out of you and excited you coming through.Â
âThen why punish me while rewarding me?â The question huffed out of you, bratty and annoyed.Â
âThe punishment brings just as much pleasure as the reward, does it not? Ah yeah, I forgot you seem to enjoy it more than the reward.â Jacobâs words were clipped, likely the image of Joshâs hand print splayed out on your very ass cheek conjuring up the attitude that seeped through into his thick rasp.Â
âYouâve punished me plenty of times for various reasons that make no sense, without tipping me for my time Jacob.â
âFine,â he sighed heavily, his glass clinking as he laid it to rest on the table. âI didnât know how else to say I was s-.â
âBribing me into forgiveness doesnât work, and you know that.âÂ
âSorry it was such a long night.â He finished after you did, his words growing quieter as you both sat eating up the silence over the line.Â
âOh.âÂ
âYeahâŚâ
âSorry.âÂ
Silence. This wasnât going how you had imagined when you answered his call. Somewhere in the haziness of your mind you had envisioned him smooth talking his way into your bed, or coaxing your hand between your thighs.Â
âYou never really answered my question, not really. Why are you awake?â
âI told you, I couldnât quiet my mind. Why are you calling your employees at three in the morning?âÂ
âBecause youâre more than an employee, Bambi. And you know that. I couldnât sleep, you were on my mind. Took a chance that maybe you were experiencing the same.âÂ
âWell, no, I couldnât sleep so I suppose youâre right Jacob.âÂ
âAnd your mind, Bambi? Is it loud with all the thoughts of me?â You could hear the smirk in his voice, but he had shown his hand when he admitted you were on his mind. You thought better of doing the same, as if maybe keeping him guessing for longer would change the way you felt now. He should have to work for forgiveness, right?Â
And yet you knew, youâd already begun to soften.Â
âYeah,â you relented, the word whining out of you.Â
âTell me what youâre thinking about,â Jacob begged, exhaling slowly. It was like you were there with him, the visceral reaction your body had to the sound of him blowing out puffs of smoke. Youâd swear you could see them before your eyes even then.Â
âYou were different tonight.âÂ
âDifferent how?â
âJust, like you were when I first started at SĂŠmillante, Jake. You commanded respect, intimidated a little.â
âWas I mean?â
âNoâŚâ
âScary, then?â
âScary isnât the appropriate word,â you sighed then, scrubbing a hand down your face.Â
âDo you like to be intimidated by me, Bambi?â Amusement laced his words, like he enjoyed the thought.Â
âI like when you are you, Jacob. When you are in control, commanding, confidentâŚâ
âYou prefer that over romantic and sweet?â
âYouâve shown you can be those things together. I prefer them over the lost little boy youâve been acting like.âÂ
âSo if you like when Iâm in control, does that mean you like to listen to me?âÂ
âNo,â you were quick to disagree, realizing only after how silly you sounded rushing the word out.Â
âDonât lie,â he all but giggled. âYou preen under my very praise little girl, tell the truth.â
âI do not,â you shouldâve been stomping your feet with how bratty you sounded suddenly.Â
âLiars get punished Bambi baby, do you wanna try again?âÂ
âNo. I said what I said.â As if that were final, the proverbial arms crossing over the chest attitude continued. Jacob chuckled darkly again, breathing into the phone but giving a soft sigh.Â
âOkay. You can have your punishment now or you can have it tomorrow before your shift.âÂ
âOh whatever, how on earth could you ever punish me over the phone?â
âQuit talking and listen,â he demanded then, his voice harder than it had been. A serious and sinister tone to his demand.Â
âYes sir,â you squeaked softly.Â
âHave I told you how very much I enjoy hearing you whimper and whine?â He gave you room to respond but in your silence, he only laughed darkly again. âYou may answer, little deer.âÂ
âNo, you havenât.âÂ
âI quite like it, ah yeah, the way your voice shakes out of you when youâre whimpering my name. The way you whine for me to stop but give you more.â He sipped from his glass again, ice clinking and clanking before continuing. âThe way you get so winded as you take me.âÂ
Involuntarily, you did the very thing he spoke of. A whimper falling from your lips as you listened to him.Â
âAtta girl. You see, you perform under my praise so well donât you?âÂ
âYes sir,â fuck. You knew this game. You knew exactly what he was doing. And so did he.Â
âIâd reward you for being so good, you know. Worship your body with my mouth and hands.â Another whimper, gasping out of you without warning. âWould you like that, Bambi?â
Of. Course. You. Would.Â
âYessir.â There was no sense in lying to him when you both knew where the truth fell.Â
âPretend your hand is mine babe, touch yourself for me and let me know how good it feels.âÂ
âJacob.â
âWhatâs wrong, Bambi? Donât wanna admit you still touch yourself to the thought of me?âÂ
âI-,â you began, hearing another long drag being pulled in from whatever he were smoking.Â
âYouâŚare gonna touch yourself and tell me how good it feels.â You could hear him grin, your right hand ghosting down the center of your torso and your fingertips pushing their way under the lace fabric of your panties. You pushed your middle finger through your folds, locating your clit with ease and stroking over it. âUse your words sweetheart.â
Instead of speaking, you let out a gentle breath as you moved your finger lower to tease your entrance, a whine falling from your lips as you did.Â
âWords, Bambi.âÂ
âI hate this,â you said breathlessly, whining again. âIt feels so good but I miss your hands, your mouth.â You were wailing now, your words pouring out of you without hesitancy. No filter could have kept those words from being said.Â
âLet me fix this,â Jake pled, his breathing heavier than it had been. âLet me come over.â
âOkay,â you agreed, your middle finger finding purchase rolling in tight circles against your clit again.Â
âDonât finish. DonâtâŚjust donât do anything, gimme five.â And then the line went dead, Jacob likely already rushing about to find his way to you.Â
Minutes passed and true to his word, Jacob was at your door in five. Possibly six if you really wanted to be technical, but as he rang the door bell you contemplated making him wait. Perhaps for all night. But you couldnât, texting him to let him know your spare key was hidden away in the underside of the solar lamp you kept to the left of your door. He was walking through your bedroom door moments later, pulling his black blazer off and tossing it to the side as he did. It landed in a heap near your closet door, his boots following shortly behind. And you simply laid there, strewn out across your bed in the silken cami you often wore to sleep in, underwear soaked from his previous teasing. Stood before you, the pair of you watched one another for a beat before he crawled onto the bed and over you.Â
âTell me what you want,â he requested, his voice smoky and low as he ran a finger down the length of your neck and over your shoulder.Â
âYou know what I want,â you relented, too hypnotized by his caramel eyes to form appropriate thoughts as your hands idly reached up and toyed with the collar on either side of his black button up.Â
âYou want me to ease the ache between these pretty legs of yours baby? Make up for all my wrongs with my mouth alone?â His eyebrows perked as he spoke, eyes dancing between yours as he pressed his hips down against your own.Â
âJacob.âÂ
âY/n? You had so much to say over the phone, cat got your tongue now?âÂ
âNo, I just-it justâŚâ before you could finish he had abandoned the task at hand, leaning in and kissing you so deeply you felt his very essence at the core of your being. Right where he belonged, rooted and flowing through every piece of your DNA. Your arms snaked up around his neck, keeping him close as he licked into your mouth. Jacob pressed a hand against your hip, curling it around and grasping onto you tightly as his mouth and body both moved against your own. The electric shiver of his touch alone had you sparking and coming alive, your cheeks swimming in the crimson blush that crept down your neck and over your chest. Jakes plush lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, wet open mouthed kisses pressing against your skin ever few inches as he sucked and nipped. Involuntarily, as your body tended to always react to his touch in the neediest of manners, you bucked your hips up against his.Â
âTell me what to do, Bambi,â he spoke against your skin, his teeth nipping at the muscle at the junction of your neck and shoulder shortly after. Sucking gingerly, he soothed his tongue over the spot before moving on. âTell me you still want me.â Begging, pleadingly his tone had softened with his last request.Â
âJacob.â He pulled back then, eyes studying yours as his hand came up to caress your cheek. The cold metal of the ring he wore sent a shiver through you on contact, a stark difference to the heat of his palm. Slowly, his palm ghost down your jaw and neck, pressing flat to your sternum and moving slowly down the valley between your breasts, the silky material of your cami cloaking his touch from your skin. God, how you ached for his hands to be everywhere, anywhere. âPlease just touch me?âÂ
With a barely noticeable nod, Jacob obliged your request as he stopped at the hem of the cami. Grasping the delicate fabric in his finger tips, he gently pushed it up over your breasts before miming his previous actions with his palm now pressed to your bare skin. His eyes danced between staring into yours and studying your lips as his hand moved lower, lower, lower until his fingers hit around the waistband of your panties and then dipped beneath the lace material. Your stomach flexed and jumped at his touch, leaving you aflame for him.Â
âIs this where you want me?â He rasped, his fingertips inching closer and closer until they were petting lightly over your slit.Â
âPlease,â whispered out of you, your head nodding eagerly. With that, Jake pushed his middle digit through your folds slowly until he connected with your clit. Circling against it slowly, his tongue parted his lips and lapped against them as he watched you react to his touch.Â
âYouâre getting all worked up, Bambi,â he noted, eyes lingering over your neck and chest before flitting back up to your face. You could feel your skin flush and heat, the crimson red creeping over the expanse of your cheeks and onto your neck.Â
âJacobâŚsir,â you gulped, a shaky breath escaping between your parted lips as he watched your reaction.Â
âJust Jake tonight?â His eyes softened at his request and you couldnât help but nod eagerly. Whatever he wanted you would give him in that moment, realizing that even the feeling of him being in your proximity far succeeded the way you felt with Josh. Youâd be fooling yourself and everyone around you to pretend that Jacob didnât still light you aflame, to pretend you didnât still love him deeply whatever that looked like in the future, you werenât sure. But with him there in your room, the spice of his cologne filling your senses, you knew you were fucked for him in every way possible.Â
âJake,â you repeated softly, your eyelids fluttering as he worked you over with his fingers. He gave a moment to watch you come undone under his touch before making quick work of pulling your panties down over your hips and thighs, eventually pulling the material off of you completely and discarding it to the side.Â
âIâve missed your taste,â he sighed, moving until he could lean in with ease and press a kiss to your mound. With his lips against your skin, you raked your fingers back through his hair until you reached the crown of his head. Grasping tightly, you tugged firmly until he blinked up at you.Â
âThis isnât about you, tonight,â you warned, realizing that while he acted like he was the one in control it had been you all along. Through his lashes, his warm eyes shone brightly at your realization as he gave a gentle nod, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. Jacobs hands found purchase on your thighs, his arms having snaked around them and pulled them open until he was satisfied with the space he had made for himself. With a shaky breath in, he gave a final glance up to you watching down at him before connecting his mouth with your waiting cunt. His warm, velvety tongue pulled slowly from your entrance to your clit, circling the sensitive nub slow and deliberate as you let out a gasp followed by a moan.Â
âDid you miss me, baby? Miss my mouths work?â He questioned, his lips moving against you with each word.Â
âJacob,â you warned again, rolling your hips in search of his touch. Taking the hint, he chuckled darkly before beginning his sacred ritual of giving you head. His tongue flicked and circled your clit until your legs trembled before traveling down to tease at your entrance. Lapping against and around you, he allowed you time to settle just enough before focusing on your clit again.Â
âJake. Fuck, Jake,â you whined, his fingers digging into the supple skin of your thighs. âPlease, please, please,â you begged. âMore.âÂ
Again, he worked you into a frenzy until your legs trembled against his face before pulling away. âYouâre so wet baby, you want me to make you cum, Bambi?âÂ
âPlease,â panted out of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking generously as he flicked his tongue back and forth. At the same time, he brought two fingers to your entrance, teasing them around you before pushing them into you slowly. Curling his fingers, he applied gentle pressure as you felt yourself grow more aroused. The wet, squelching sounds mixed with him lapping and slurping, groaning against your pussy as he again worked you into a frenzy of moans.Â
âJake please, baby. Baby please,â you begged, aware that was exactly what he wanted to hear. âFeels so good, donât stop please.â Stopping wasnât in his plans, as he sucked and nipped at the over sensitive bundle he had been spoiling, his fingers pumping in and out of you vigorously until your toes curled, his name leaving your lips in a mantra type chant as you squeezed your legs against his head and rode at the intensity of the orgasm, your slick covering his hand and mouth and dripping down his chin.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, sitting up on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips and chin glistened in the light, a smirk playing on his pretty lips as he leaned over you. Jacob studied you for a moment, his eyes piercing into yours before they fell shut as he leaned in and kissed you passionately. With the taste of your arousal on his tongue, you allowed him to lick into your mouth and explore the depths there within for several minutes before he pulled away. Back up on his knees, Jake sat back on his heels and began working his belt open. You watched for a beat, your eyes flitting up to catch his stare as the clanging of the metal of his buckle filled the room.Â
âCan we,â you began, reaching out and covering his hand with yours. âNot tonight.â
Jakeâs hands stopped as he held eye contact for a moment, nodding slowly as he did. âNot forgiven me yet, Bambi?âÂ
âI donât know,â you conceded, one shoulder shrugging. As you dropped your hand from over his, your fingertips grazed over his hard length confined behind his zipper. Thick and pulsing with desire for you.Â
âCan I make you cum again then?â He perked an eyebrow in question, leaving his belt to hang open as he waited for your answer. Jake licked his lips slow and deliberate as you agreed with a gentle nod. Your permission was all he needed, quickly finding himself lying between your legs with his face buried between your thighs, devouring you in ways he had never. Again, he brought you to orgasm as you cried out for him, your hand buried within his hair and tugging gingerly. And then, once you had caught your breath and calmed, he laid alongside you. He made slow, gentle work of bringing you to a final orgasm with his hand alone, kissing you slow and deep as his fingers curled inside of you with his thumb pressed against your clit.Â
đđ
Jakes POVÂ
Three. Three times you had brought her to orgasm, the final time being the sweetest for you. Moaning into your mouth as your tongue rolled against hers, her arousal dripping into your palm as she came. Her body had been covered in chill bumps after, nipples peaked and pebbled and still she had refused your pleasure. And you understood, willing to give her time as long as she was letting you in somehow. The kisses you had shared were more precious than pirates treasure, more desired than the very orgasms you had coaxed out of her. There you still felt the love she had given to you, hidden beneath her desire to remain hardened and appear unaffected. Yet youâd seen it there, in the sleepy gaze of her hooded eyes just before you made your leave. That all encompassing way her stare caught you, as if you hung the moon yourself and were responsible for the way it shone each night. She simply needed time. The one thing you had but hated giving, because why couldnât you have exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it? But she had caught on to the fact she was in charge, it was her forgiveness you craved and were willing to work for. And she knew it.Â
And now, you knew she knew.Â
So youâd left hard and untouched, aching behind the expensive fabric of your slacks as you shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat of your vehicle the entire way home. All you could imagine was the way her pretty lips would feel kissing along your shaft, the way she would softly moan as you used her mouth and praised her for being so good for you. You couldnât get home fast enough. Once you had, youâd immediately found yourself in front of the mirror in your bedroom, belt and pants undone and splayed open with your dick in hand.Â
âFuck, y/n,â you whimpered as you stroked yourself, rounding your palm over the tip of your cock as you watched yourself in the mirror. You werenât seeing you though, simply imagining her there and the way it would feel to have her finally touching you again. On her knees before you, her wide eyes innocently watching up at you as she pleasured you. It was all you could see as you watched your hand stroke your cock quicker, squeezing more firmly, panting her name out.Â
âCmon. Cmon baby, right there just like that, thatâs my girl.â You imagined saying to her, gritting it out to yourself as your dick pulsed in your palm until you were spilling over your hand and moaning her name, staring down at yourself as you came rather than watching in the mirror. Fuck. How many times would you end your day this way? Imagining her there with you. Being reminded of how she was all you wanted, and how you had blown that for Tiffany.Â
You were a damn fool.Â
đđđ
Her POVÂ
âI told you, another fucking shot Sam.â You heard Jake's voice before you saw him as you rounded the hall into the main area of the club. The night had not gone as he had planned.Â
It had started with Vance Green showing up with a gentleman who, according to all of your coworkers, was better looking than Jake himself. Sam happily obliged in accommodating the new addition to the usual group of men who occupied the poker room. What happened after, though, simply would be good for no one.Â
Jacob had again requested your presence in the room, and despite growing tired of doing nothing but obeying all night, you readily knelt at his side like a fucking dog waiting for a bone. You hadnât stopped thinking about him since he had left your house the night prior. Since you had refused to reciprocate any of the pleasure he was showering you with.Â
Vance had joked that he should share your services, that it wasnât fair the owner got to indulge in such an obedient little deer night after night. It had been in jest, but Jacob hadnât taken it as such. Instead grumbling about how he wasnât indulging in anything, and that he wasnât someone who liked to share.Â
Vanceâs new acquaintance joked that he was being selfish with your services. The other men agreed, laughing as they did so. Youâd made the mistake of snickering quietly, not because you wanted to be next to anyone else. Simply because Jacob was acting a little bratty and possessive over you. You didnât think he would notice, and yet he seemed so in tune with your every move and sound that he had. Glaring down at you, his nose wrinkling as he snarled slightly before demanding you be at the very beck and call of the new guy in the room. That seemed to be the turn in the evening, as youâd watched Jacob from across the table there after.Â
Whiskey after whiskey had been drained, his throat bobbing with each chug and his eyes growing ever more glassy than they had been. Vanceâs new friend, whose name you never caught, doted upon you all evening. The drunker Jake got, the more this guy seemed to pay attention to only you. Praising you, tucking hundreds into the straps of your top and caressing your face.Â
âYour talents would be better served in one of the bedrooms of my vacation home in Greece.â He had found at least seven different opportunities and ways to say the same thing. You were flattered, of course. Your coworkers were right in saying he was incredibly good looking, but he couldnât ever hold a candle to Jake. Not in your eyes. And sure he was wealthy, heâd managed to tip you over fifteen hundred dollars for doing barely a thing. It didnât take long for Jake to storm out of the poker room when Mister I have a vacation home in Greece made you giggle. You were only being polite, honest. If he had known your mind had been on him all night perhaps things might have gone differently. But they hadnât, and he had disappeared before the end of your shift even arrived. When youâd finally left the poker room to clock out, youâd taken your time in changing and removing your makeup. Lingering as long as you could in hopes that Jake would appear and beg for your forgiveness. You knew if he had, youâd have granted it right then. Youâd already done so, hadnât you? Even if you enjoyed pretending you didnât.Â
âMan, I donât know what happened in that room but you have had enough,â Sam refused, busying himself with wiping down bottles to ensure they werenât dusty or covered in obvious finger prints.Â
âIâll get it myself if you donât serve it,â Jake seethed, his hands pressed firmly to the top of the bar as if he were about to push himself off of his stool to stand.Â
âStep foot behind my bar, and we will have an issue,â the taller Kiszka chuckled darkly, his voice carrying an annoyance youâd not heard him adopt with his older brother before.Â
âJake,â you offered, making your presence known as you stepped up beside him. His head turned, eyes traveling up you slowly until they reached yours.Â
âWhiskey, whiskey,â he sighed drunkenly, turning his body slightly to better look at you. He rested his elbow on the bar, his chin in his hand as his fingertips drummed along his skin. âI could get drunk off lookinâ atchu alone,â he slurred, one side of his mouth curling into a smirk. âYou like that donât ya? How irresistible men find you, Bambi.âÂ
âNo, not really.â
âRight. Is your new friend waiting for you?â His inquiry came on a bitter tongue, narrowing eyes that revealed even if he had been several drinks deep, he wasnât as drunk as youâd imagined. He could hold his own when it came to drinking, that much you knew.Â
âI donât have a new friend, Jake,â you sighed tiredly. âAnd I donât want a new friend. Iâm tired of this game.âÂ
âTired of everything arenât you little girl? Tired of me. Tired of the poker room. What else can I add to the list?âÂ
âJake,â Sam warned, placing a bottle of Tequila on the shelf behind the bar.Â
âItâs fine, Sam,â you insisted, reaching out and taking Jakeâs free hand into yours. âAnd no, Jake. Iâm simply tired of this game we are playing with one another. Iâm tired of pretending Iâm not completely fucked for you when no matter what I do I find myself right back in this place, standing in front of you begging you to love me properly.âÂ
âI tried,â he rasped. âI fucked up. And I canât even try again unless you forgive me. And you wonât.âÂ
âI wonât?â
âYou havenât.âÂ
âSo ask me again. Ask me to forgive you again.âÂ
âYou just want me to grovel,â Jake shrugged.Â
âNo, I want to hear you say you want me to forgive you so you can take me home, Jacob. I want to hear you tell me you fucked up and that it wonât happen again. That youâre more than my boss and that youâre just as tired of this fucking game as I am. Thatâs what I want.âÂ
The pair of you stared at one another for a beat before you gave his hand a gentle tug, hoping he would take the hint. To your pleasant surprise he did, standing from the stool and silently leading you down the hall and to his office.Â
âPut the bag down,â he instructed firmly once the two of you were inside his office, all traces of him being drunk suddenly stowed away as his cool, calm and collected exterior slid out to play. He pushed the door shut as you did as you were told, placing the bag you carried to and from work down next to his desk.Â
âThis doesnât look likeâŚhome.â Your tone was dripping with amusement and sarcasm, wondering why he had brought you back here at all.Â
âI wonât grovel. I wonât beg,â he began, walking slowly toward you as he spoke. âI wonât ask again after this for your forgiveness, because if you donât give it to me tonight you wonât ever give it to me.â
âOkay,â you encouraged, dropping down onto the edge of his desk and watching up at him.Â
âOkay. Do you forgive me, Bambi?â He stopped just before you, his hands coming to rest atop the desk on either side of you. As he leant in some, the tip of his nose nudging against yours, he exhaled slowly. A combination of whiskey and tequila danced on his tongue.Â
âDo you want me to forgive you?â
âI want you to forgive me, yes. And I want you to want to forgive me.âÂ
âWhy do you want me to forgive you?â His, even you were annoyed with yourself, internally screaming to just tell him you forgave him already.Â
âBecause I fucked up. And I know that, and I wonât let it happen again. Because, Bambi, I am so deeply in love with you that night after night I try to escape the way I feel and I canât. It always leads back to you and I, I need you to forgive me so I can spend the rest of my life showing you how much I actually love you.â He spoke slow and gentle, determination in his unwavering voice as his lips ghosted over yours with each word.Â
âOkay,â you whispered.Â
âOkay?â
âI forgive yo-,â Jake gave you no time to finish, his lips pressing hastily to yours as his hands moved in and pulled you up and against him. He pulled you away from his desk after that, backing toward the couch as your hands fumbled around for his belt. You had ached for him since he had left your house the night before, wishing youâd not been so stubborn in seeing only your pleasure played out. Breaking away from the kiss, you managed to get his belt buckle undone before dropping to your knees in front of him. âBambi, you donât have to-.â
âShh. I want to. Need to taste you. Missed you so much,â you rushed out, opening the button on his pants and then rolling the zipper down slowly. Once the sides of his slacks were splayed open, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down enough to free his length, half hard as it were. Jake took over pushing his pants and boxers down as you palmed at his length, stroking your hand over it as he hardened further beneath your touch.Â
âMissed the way your touch feels, y/n,â he secreted, stepping out of his shoes and the articles of clothing at the same time before pushing them away with his foot.Â
âYeah? Wanna show me?â You wrapped your hand around his shaft then, leaning in and pressing sloppy wet kisses to the tip of his cock, running your tongue against the frenulum as you looked up at him through your lashes. Â
âFuck,â he groaned, mouth dropping open as he watched you wrap your lips around the head and feed his length into your mouth. âHold on,â he pulled away from you, leaving you pouting up at him. With a chuckle, he offered you his hand and helped you stand. âDonât pout at me like that baby, I promise youâll get your fill.â With that, he led you to the leather sofa and guided you to sit.Â
âThe sofa?â You questioned, remembering all of the times he had had you in that very place, alight for him and only him.Â
âJust for your comfort,â he insisted, bringing his foot up to rest on the arm of the couch. âNow, Câmere and put those pretty little lips back on me.â His hand found its way to the back of your head as you happily took hold of his cock and wrapped your lips back around it. You began bobbing up and down slowly, watching through your lashes as his eyes took in your every move, every expression. Jakeâs plush lips were hung open, his eyebrows furrowed together as began breathing heavier with each slow, deliberate pull in of his length. Taking him all in was a feat in and of itself, his thick length pulsing against your flattened tongue as the pillowy tip of his leaking cock nudged at the back of your throat with each forward thrust of his hips.Â
âOooh baby,â he sighed, the tone of his voice sounding soft and dreamy. âOh my little deer, my sweet dream come true. Taking all of me in huh? Who knew such a sweet mouth could do such filthy things.âÂ
With a whine, you took him in as far as you could, gagging around him. That was all the encouragement he needed, grasping at your head with both hands as he began fucking into your mouth with sharp, rapid thrusts of his hips. Your hands came up to rest against his forearms, fingers curling around them as he used your mouth for his own pleasure, his head dropping back and his eyelids fluttering shut.Â
âFuck. Fuck baby. Fuck. Oh god, thatâs it, thatâs my girl. Letting me fuck this pretty mouth of yours. Cmon. Cmon, cmon, please, please, please,â he chanted quietly, pulsing and throbbing in your mouth until he groaned loudly, his head still hanging back. His hot release spilled down your throat as you did your best to swallow every last bit, only letting go of his arms when you gagged violently, your throat constricting around him as his thrusts slowed and then stilled. You let his length slip out of your mouth, your eyes pooling with tears from gagging so forcefully as you stared up at him.Â
âCan I take you home and bury myself in you for the rest of the night?âÂ
With a nod, you wiped underneath your eyes-thankful that youâd done a bang up job of removing all of your makeup for once because otherwise the proof would be smeared down your face at this point. âIâll drive though. Youâve been drinking.âÂ
âOkay,â he agreed, redressing just as quickly as he had undressed. It wasnât long before heâd picked his keys up from his desk and your bag from the floor, leading you out the back exit to his jeep where it was parked. It took even less time once the two of you had gotten in, you behind the steering wheel, for him to decide he couldnât wait the amount of time it would take to get to either your home or his. Instead, convincing you into the back seat where he diligently stripped you of every article of clothing, insisting he needed to see your body fully so he could best worship what was again his.Â
You had no choice but to oblige, really. As if you wouldnât, he had been right all along when heâd insisted you preened under his praise. This was no different, perched on his lap with your legs straddling him and your alabaster skin glowing in the light of the moon leaking in through the windows. Sweet words of encouragement beautifully rasped in his silken tone as his cock stretched and filling you completely.Â
âOh, Jacob,â you whined, rocking your hips backward and forward, backward and forward. One strong hand cupping the back of your neck as the other grabbed and kneaded at your ass, his mouth making a point of touching every part of you it could reach in the given position. âFuck me harder,â you moaned, your hands grasping onto his shoulders.Â
âNeed to move positions for that lover,â he insisted, holding you still as he glanced around. âHere,â he guided you off of him and onto the seat of the jeep. Facing the door, you put one knee up on the seat as your opposite foot rested on the floorboard. Ass up and for the taking. Jake mirrored your position behind you, his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you back to him as he nudged back into your entrance. One, two, three slow, deep strokes he gave you as he watched his cock disappear deep inside you each time.Â
âFuck, BambiâŚmissed this pretty pussy, tight little thing isnât it?â You whined at his words, hearing him spit onto his cock before pushing harshly into you to the hilt. One hand snaked up from your hip to your neck, and then around to your throat as he fell into a fast pace of long stroke short stroke, sharp thrusts of his hips as the tip of his dick nudged your cervix.Â
âOh fuck, Jake,â you moaned, feeling his hand gently squeeze around your throat and then release. âMore. Harder. Fuck, please,â you begged him, the delicious sting of him stretching you and using you for his pleasure pushing you closer to yours.Â
âFuck, please,â he mocked you, his hand finding its way from your throat up to your hair, gathering it all in his palm and grasping tightly before twisting his wrist until he had a tight grip on what was in his hand. With sharp thrust after sharp thrust, he pounded into your needy cunt as you cried out for him, for more, for release. With each moan or whine he would mock you further, giving you the shortest moment of reprieve as he slowed long enough to spit on your ass, the hand grasping at your hip sliding back until his finger tips ran through the saliva heâd spit on you, running his thumb slowly around your asshole before fucking it into you.Â
âOh my god,â you gasped, your head hanging.Â
âOh my god!â He mocked you again, tugging your head up and back so he could better see your face. âCum for me pretty girl. Cum on my cock and tell me youâre mine.âÂ
âYours,â you choked out as he fucked into you as deep as he could, your walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock. âYours, yours, yours,â you were cumming by the end of it, your eyes rolled back as you cried out for him. He followed behind shortly there after, grunting out your name as he spilled into your cunt and then continued to fuck it back into you as it began to spill out.Â
âMy god,â he moaned. âAll mine, Bambi. Say it again.â
âAll yours, Jake. All yours.âÂ
âTell me you still love me.âÂ
âI love you, Jake. Fuck I love you so much.â He collapsed on your back then, panting in your ear as he placed sweet kisses where ever his mouth could land.Â