Characters; Florence Wood ;Ā Sweeney Todd ; Mrs. Lovett ; Tobias ; Anthony ; Margaret Amelia WoodĀ
A/N- I donāt claim to own these characters except for Florence Wood. Most of the plot is from the actual movie and if need be, Iāll be improvising and writing my own scenes. Also, there will be mentions of gore, though you canāt actually see it, itās best to put a warning anyway! Iāll be including gifs in the beginning of each chapter so if they happen to include gore, I deeply apologize beforehand. I hope you enjoy my fanfiction! Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Getting The Job
Floreneceās POVĀ
Ā Ā Ā Iāve lived in London for as long as I can remember. My mother is barely home due to being super busy at the local Apothecary. Father died when I was young, so I barely have any memories of him except for when I look at pictures. Mum says I should try to find some work just incase I ever want to move into my own flat but I also donāt want to leave her by herself. Rent isnāt cheap here in London. Though, mother is right. I should find some decent work. Might actually do me some good. Getting out of bed, I decided to head to the bathroom to take a quick shower before heading out to look for some work.Ā āMum!!ā I say shouting down the stairs.Ā āI hope you have a great day at work! Iām going to get a quick shower and then look for work. I love you!āĀ āAlright, love! Iām heading off to the Apothecary for another long day at work. I wish you luck on your job hunting! I love you, honey.ā She said as she walked out the door and locked it heading to leave for work. Finishing up my warm shower, I get out, and get dressed in my black dress that was once my late grandmothers. Walking downstairs, lifting the bottom of my dress to be sure not to trip, I reach for my keys and head out the door.Ā
Ā Ā Ā I walk past many run down businesses that were once open but sadly shut down due to not getting customers to come in. Coming up, I see this quaint little shop that has gold writing sprawled above the door,Ā āMrs. Lovettās Meat Pies.ā I walk in and hear a bell ding as the door opens,Ā āIs that a customer I hear coming into my shop?ā A short woman in a dark red dress with messy hair.Ā āWell, not exactly. Iāve just been job hunting and I wanted to see if you were hiring!ā I said to her whilst sitting down at one of the tables by the window.Ā āNow that you mention it, I could actually use more help with my bakehouse. Itās quite difficult to make the pies and then have to lug them down. If youāre willing to walk up and down the steps daily then, by all means, youāre welcome to help me.ā She says walking to the counter starting to roll the dough to make her pies.Ā āIām Mrs. Lovett, by the way, deary.ā She said as she wiped the flour off her hands and holding it out.Ā āIām Florence Wood. Iād have the pleasure of working for you! Anything I can do to help out!ā I replied shaking her hand as well.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Mrs. Lovett got back to rolling the dough, I grabbed an apron off the rack and took the already made pies down to the bakehouse. Mrs. Lovett followed behind me to show me out to get started. I placed the tray in the furnace and waited fifteen minutes for the pies to finish up. I, carefully, took the finished pies out of the furnace. I walk back up the stairs and heard the door bell ding.Ā āA customer!!ā Mrs. Lovett shouted. I placed the tray of finished pies on the counter. I took one off the tray and placed it on a plate for the man sitting at the table. He took a bite of the pie and tried to hold back a gag. I grabbed him an ale but Mrs. Lovett gave him some Gin instead. We all walked into the living room right off the shopās seating area and Mrs. Lovett recognized him.Ā āSo it is you, Benjamin Barker.ā Mrs. Lovett said in awe as the man stood up.Ā āWhere is Lucy? Where is my wife?ā Barker said sounding upset. Mrs. Lovett informed him that his wife, Lucy, poisoned herself with arsenic and that the judge has his daughter.Ā āI canāt say the years have been particularly kind to you, Mr. Barker.ā Lovett said.Ā āNot Barker. That manās dead. Itās Todd now, Sweeney Todd. He will have his revenge.ā Sweeney said as he took his coat off and threw it on the couch next to him.Ā
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my Sweeney Todd fanfiction. Iāll immediately get started on the next chapter. I will be including summaries of what happened in this chapter, at the beginning of the next chapter that way if I havenāt uploaded for awhile you can get a recap as to what happened. Iāll see you all in the next chapter! :)
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As we near the Saw X release I would like to put it out there that I don't want Adam to be alive because it would make no narrative sense however I do want Adam to be alive because I miss him. Hope this clears things up.
love that when adam was fake dying, lawrence was looking at him so seriously like "yes, this is definitely gonna work. he's so convincing" they share one brain cell and sometimes lawrence drops it
Yeah thats my buddy adam faulkner stanheight, i hope i get to see him this friday i really miss him cause hes my friend and i havent seen him in a while
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*all my love to @safarisammy for this fucking insanely hot ask, I pray I did it even a little bit of justice ā¤ļø
You step through the door quietly, closing and locking it without a sound behind you. Resting your suitcase on the floor, you take a deep breath and savor the silence of the house and the smell of home. Having been gone for only six days, it feels like six months. How Josh puts up with touring the way he does, youāll never know. All you can think about is your own bed, with its luxurious downs and soft, worn sheets, and the man likely currently sprawled out and dreaming in it.
Josh could have come along with you, he had the time, and you invited him, insisting he was more than welcomeā and he wasā but he had declined rather firmly. Adamant that your annual visit with your childhood best friend was yours, and yours alone, and he had no plans to insert himself into your time with her. āGo see your friend, mama.ā heād grinned with a dazzling flash of a wink. āYou two donāt need me tagging along and ruining all the fun. I talk too much, and I take over every social situation. Itās kinda my thing, my calling card if you will.ā
āBut I love that about you, Josh,ā you had rested your head on his chest, missing him already.
āWhat would Jake and Sam do without me for an entire week?ā heād asked, holding you out at arms length to study your face.
āI dunno, get along and have a quiet, peaceful time?ā you shrugged.
āExactly.ā he tapped the tip of your nose with his soft lips. āAnd we canāt have that, can we?ā
So in the end, you had gone alone and had a wonderfully miserable time without him. The days were filled with laughter and reminiscing, flea market scavenging, lunches al fresco, and day drinking, but the nights were lonely and you missed Josh dreadfully. More than you ever imagined you would...more than youād ever care to admit.
You missed him so much, in fact, that you had decided to switch to an earlier flight, last minute. Youād almost called to tell him, but opted to keep quiet in the end. And now, youāre beyond happy that, for once, you were able to keep something under your hat...being the surprise is intoxicating.
Itās well past midnight, which doesnāt mean much when it comes to Joshua ānight owlā Kiszka, but the still of the house tells you that youāll probably find him snoring in a tangle of sheets. Out with his brothers and about to stumble in fucked, is another very real possibilty, but thatās okay too...heāll be elated to see you, inebriated or not.
Relief and excitement flood your system as you move through the house, closer to where you expect to find him. Christ, how have you missed him this much? You feel giddy and bouncy at the prospect of holding his slight, but sturdy frame in your arms...like you belong on the set of a musical, twirling with outstretched arms, singing dramatically about raindrops on roses, or hills that are somehow alive. Someone should really check into that situation with the hills.
When you enter the bedroom your eyes fall upon him right away. Its pitch black, save for the soft glow of the nightlight in the ensuite bathroom, which shines in a muted haze, spotlighting him. He belongs there. In the spotlight, that is. No matter how small, light should always light his path.
He is lying on his back in a twisted tangle of sheets, lips slightly parted, hair adorably tousled into a mass of insane curls. The calming sounds of his soft rhythmic breathing, and rumbling snores, fill the room. It smells like him all around you...clean, and earthy, like spice and herbs and love...he smells like love.
His skin looks so soft and tan against the white linen, and you canāt help but just be there in his presence for a while, watching him sleep and breathe, watching him exist. You stand still, absorbing the light that glows around him wherever he goes for such a long time, that when you finally move, your feet feel stiff.
You go to him and caress his stomach, running your fingertips down the downy soft trail of hair just below his belly button. His skin feels like warm silk, perfect and flawless...the flesh of an angelic god. Sudden desire springs up inside you the moment you touch him. Six days? How? Youāve never gone this long, and itās suddenly torturous.
He stirs subtly but doesnāt wake, or roll over, so you tug the sheet that covers him away, revealing his soft, sleeping cock. Itās beautiful, and perfect. Lying against his thigh, unmoving and almost innocent in a way.
You strip your clothes off hurriedly and kneel beside the bed. He sleeps on, oblivious as you move to take him into your mouth. You want so badly to taste him, to feel the weight of him resting upon the warm, wet bed of your tongue. You want to coddle his cock, to love it, and spoil it.
You slide your tongue slowly around the tip, spiraling and kitten licking gently...and while he may not realize youāre here yet, his cock certainly does and immediately begins to thicken, relishing your attention. Pursing your lips delicately around the smooth head, you suckle tenderly before sinking down the long length of him.
He stiffens further and moans quietly in his sleep. That one tiny little noise is enough to make you ache with need. His hips lift almost imperceptibly, pushing deeper into your mouth as another hazy sigh slips from him.
The fact that youāre sucking his cock while he slumbers is so erotic that your heart is hammering in time with the pounding between your legs. You wonder if the feeling of your mouth around him has pushed its way into his dreams.
His hand finds you haphazardly and runs through your hair...but waitā yes, heās still asleep. Low murmurs of pleasure flow from him faster now, so you pick up your pace...bobbing up and down his now pulsing cock, until the head nudges the back of your throat and you have to swallow around your gag reflex.
He suddenly groans your name and rakes the pads of his fingers in circles along your scalp.
You rise from his cock with reluctance and whisper, āHi.ā giving him a little smile that he probably canāt see in the darkness, even given the nightlight.
āYouāre home.ā His voice rasps with sleep and sex, but he sounds happy enough to see you that you want to weep at the genuine beauty of his heart.
āSurprise!ā you place a light kiss upon his hipbone and then a few more along his cock.
āCanāt believe youāre really here...ā he sounds so relieved, āI missed you so fucking much...cāmere.ā
You move up his body, legs on either side of him, hovering just above his cock. His mouth searches out your own and he kisses it with desperate want, in reunion.
āWhereād your clothes go, mama?ā he teases, as his tongue plays in feather soft ripples over your neck, āWake me up like this all...ā he cranes his mouth down and kisses your right breast. ā...the,ā a kiss to your left. ā...time.ā and back to your lips.
āI thought you might like it.ā you giggle, nibbling at his mouth.
āI do...very much.ā He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you into another deeper, needier, kiss.
āI couldnāt wait until morning.ā you moan, grinding down on his hard cock.
āDirty girl...ā he scolds gently, rocking his hips up to meet you.
āAnd I was such a good girl before you came along.ā you pout with mock regret.
āFor starters, are you forgetting who shoved me up against the wall and practically ordered me to defile her when I walked her inside after our third date?ā he teases, licking at your tongue.
āDefile?ā heās got you giggling again, but now your pitch is smoky with want and need. āHave you started watching Bridgerton without me?ā
āAbsolutely not.ā heās moving against you faster now. āAnd anyway, youāre still a good girl, youāre just a whore for me. No one else can tell...I promise.ā
āI should be mad at you for calling me a whore.ā you tug his hair lightly and roll against his cock, matching his pace.
āYou love it.ā He raises his head off the pillow and draws your nipple back into his mouth, covering it with quick flicks of his tongue. āI want your pretty cunt in my mouth. Wanna taste it.ā he rasps, lapping between words. āGet up here and sit on my face.ā
Scampering up his body with such enthusiasm it makes him laugh, you lower yourself down onto his face and begin a slow ride on his tongue, planning to build yourself up slowly...fuck, how you longed for his mouth every night while you were gone.
He, however, shakes his head, sending his plush lips gliding across your clit, and grips your hips. āStay still, mama. Just sit.ā
His mouth closes around your clit, perfect tongue sweeping over you just once...one languid, flat drag that makes you shudder. Then he breaks away and speaks softly into your heat. āTell me how much you missed my mouth, while I keep this pretty little clit nice and warm for you.ā
āFuck, Josh...ā the whiny timber that flutters out of you is unrecognizable.
āItās gonna feel so nice, sweet girl...ā he soothes, licking over you so, so, slowly. āYou just let me baby this gorgeous pussy, let me take care of it for you, yeah? Can you do that for me?ā
A quick nod is all you are able to call forth before heās settling you back down with his arms wrapped around your thighs. Your clit is surrounded in the warmth of his mouth, his tongue resting lightly against it, still and gentle.
His eyes are burning into yours, waiting, and you remember what heās asked of you all at once. āI missed your mouth so much, Josh.ā you breathe, fighting the urge to thrust against his mouth. āI thought about it every night...missed it so much.ā
He breaks away with a chaste kiss āDid you touch yourself, mama? Thinking about it?ā
āYeah...ā a sighing moan gasps out of you when those sinful lips of his close around your swollen clit, by now he can surely feel it throbbing and twitching, but still, he simply keeps it tucked away in his mouth for you, you wish it could stay there forever.
āTell me.ā he breathes around you with a single, slow lick.
āThe night before last I couldnāt stop thinking about it, I couldnāt sleep.ā your hands trail through his hair, curls wrapping soft as satin around your fingers. āI wanted you so badly...the way you know exactly how I like it, how fucking hard you make me cum. So I licked my fingers,ā his tongue works against you once more and then stops. āclosed my eyes, reached under the covers, and pretended it was you.ā
āPretended it was me doing what?ā his voice is quiet, betraying how badly he wants to just absolutely unleash on you...but he doesnāt.
āLicking me...ā you toss your head back when he spirals his tongue around your bud before once again coming to a standstill. āSucking me, eating me, making me cum...fuck, Josh.ā
His hands reach up to toy with your nipples, pinching and tugging slowly, with delicate force as you arch into his touch, both praying for more and reveling in the heat of his mouth holding your clit in place with such obscene innocence. It feels so nice, snug and safe...it keeps your heart pounding and your breath bated in the best way, because you know at any moment he could decide to tear you apart.
Your eyes burn down into his, and his right hand abandons your thigh and drops out of sight. You donāt need to turn to look, the rhythmic movement behind you tells you exactly what heās up to, as does the look in his eye.
āThatās it, Josh...ā you purr encouragingly, dripping all over his chin. āStroke your pretty cock for me while you keep my clit warm.ā
He growls out and narrows his lust drunk stare, tapping your clit with the slick tip of his tongue, as if to do nothing more than say hello.
He is so hot and wet around you, sucking you in a little further, the more you swell with need, but he stays tender and unmoving, just holding you there in his kiss with the sweetest obscenity, until you can take it no longer.
āPlease, baby...ā you venture a tentative fuck of your hips against his face and he hums against you. āI need more now.ā
He must hear it in your voice, the desperation, because he doesnāt tease or make you beg, he doesnāt pretend not to know what you mean and ask for you to repeat your plea, he simply gives in and gives you exactly what youāve asked of him.
Tongue lapping and circling, fluttering and massaging tight circles, he continues to run his fist up and down his cock, moaning into you with a muffled urgency that makes your head spin...he sounds so pretty, even when you can barely hear him.
When your soft sighs give way to louder, more frantic cries he rolls you onto your back and braces himself above you with his left hand dug down deep into the pillow. His right moves slowly down your body and his long, perfect fingers slip into you at an excruciatingly slow pace.
āGod....I fucking missed you, mama.ā He shakes out with a gutteral sound as your thighs and cunt spread to welcome him back.
āI missed you too.ā you breathe, biting down on his shoulder when his fingertips nudge into that spot tucked away inside you, hidden away like a gem that belongs only to him.
āShow me how much you missed me, sweet girl.ā He says, circling your clit gently with his thick thumb. āCum for me...come on, mama. I want to hear you, wanna feel you.ā
He dips his fingers into you a little deeper as his touch wanders your diamond hard clit. He continues on this way, sucking and biting your nipples each in turn, working your cunt beautifully with his hand, whispering indecent sweet nothings in your ear as you writhe and beg beneath him.
When youāre worked into a furious frenzy, he begins to curl his fingers against the deliciously sweet spot deep within you faster, and harder.
āOh fuck, Josh, please...ā your words are punctuated by a long wail of ecstasy. āRight there...just like that. Do it just like that.ā
āThatās my girl...ā he hums, mouth still around your nipple, sucking and biting at the tiny stiffened nub āThatās it, love. You gonna be my beautiful girl and cum for me? Gonna cum sweet and pretty all over my fingers, baby?ā
The orgasm he has so skillfully coaxed from your quivering body crashes hard to the surface. It dizzies you with its intensity and force, and you suddenly realize that youāre crying, the heat of your tears blaze down your cheeks until he leans in and licks them softly away.
He strokes you lightly, soothing you as your body trembles to a slow calm. āI missed that.ā He confesses, kissing the creamy flesh of your breasts. āSo fucking much.ā
His cock is smolderingly hot and hard pressed against your thigh, and your need to feel him slipping inside you, filling you, making you whole and finally completely home again, is indescribable.
āFuck me, Josh.ā you demand, pulling him on top of you completely. You canāt see his face clearly, but you donāt need to see him to know that this has made him smile. He likes it when youāre a little bossy, if only so he can put you in your place.
Lining himself up, he strokes the head of his cock through your warm, dripping cunt and you push against it, trying to slip him in. āHow do you want it, mama?ā
āHard Josh...ā you grab his hips and try to force him inside. āFuck me hard.ā
He gives in without a fight and glides into you. You purr contentedly as he fills you deeply, all the way to the thick base of his cock...the slight sting, that delicious burn makes your chest ache with static, electric serenity. Youāll never go a day without this again if you have anything to say about it.
You rise to meet him, eager for a proper pounding after six long days of deprivation, but he remains still.
You call his name with unmasked frustration, and after a moment, he begins to move in and out of your now very impatient cunt with slow, easy thrusts.
āHarder.ā you whine, nails dragging down his flexed arms.
āNo, I think my sweet little baby girl is in the mood for a nice slow, gentle fuck.ā He teases, knowing perfectly well that youāre in the mood for no such thing.
āHarder, Josh.ā You repeat with irritation.
He fucks you a little harder, just enough to make this even more like torture.
āCāmon, Josh, baby...fuck me...as hard as you can, give it to me. Need it so bad. Please...please.ā your voice is laced with a passionate, aching hunger as you push against his chest, attempting to force him into action.
āYou want me to pound that pretty pink cunt?ā He taunts in a luscious whisper, licking a trail along the shell of your ear. āWant me to say hello, hmm? Remind you of how much you love my cock?ā
āPlease! Please Josh...you have no idea how much I want it, baby. Want it so bad...ā you lap delicately at his full bottom lip as you beg...ending every few words with a soft curl of your tongue.
He groans quietly as you lick him. āTell me who this little pussy belongs to, mama...Who owns this shit? Whoās it miss when you go away?ā
āYou...ā you nod urgently, clawing at his shoulders. āIt misses you, Josh. Please, show me how much you missed it too.ā
He pulls his hips back and drives into you hard and deep. Pumping with furious force as you thrash wildly beneath him, panting and moaning, totally lost in him.
He drops his head and sucks and bites the thin, sensitive skin of your neck, moaning your name over and over. His breath falling hot and damp upon your flesh.
āTell me how much you love my cock, sweet girl.ā He whispers gently in your ear, so out of sync with the harsh fucking heās bestowing upon you āFuckinā tell me.ā
āI love it so much, Josh...I love your cock so fucking much.ā you choke, fighting to answer him as you draw closer to cumming again. āI missed it, needed it...needed you.ā
He nods into the crook of your neck āDo it for me again, mama. Youāre close, I can feel you squeezing. Let it go, Iām not gonna stop until you give it to me one more time, sweet girl.ā he leans back, changing the angle just right and a scream rips its way out of your chest. āThatās the spot right there, isnāt it, baby? I know where you need it. Good fucking girl, lemme hear you. Cum all over my cock, since you missed it so much.ā
Another scream erupts from you as your body does as itās been told and you begin to cum...strong waves of sweet release roll through you until youāre shaking and raking trails up and down his back with your fingernails.
The forceful clench of your orgasm sends him reeling āOh, mama...ā he pants. āMy sweet little girl, youāre gonna make me cum. Keep going, beautiful...keep fucking going.ā
His hands fly to your face, pressing into your cheeks as his eyes burn into yours as he growls and moans above you. His tongue steadily sweeps across his lips as he empties himself into you, mesmerizing you with the melodic, musical sound of his release. Does he ever not sound like the voice of God himself?
When he finally slows and pulls out, he does so slowly, as if he doesnāt really want to leave. He moves to lay beside you and sighs. āGive me just a few minutes to be here beside you and then Iāll clean you up, sweet girl...I just donāt want to be that far away from you just yet, even for a minute.ā
You feel the warmth of him spilling from you, marking your thighs and the sheets beneath you and youāve never felt more secure and content in your life...he is your home, he is your everything.
AN: I might have gotten a little carried away, oops!
Warnings: 18+. Rough, cursing, oral giving & receiving, light CNC (with aftercare), degrading kink, explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI.
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Jake scoffed, absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair before shooting a quick grimmace at you. He was laid across the couch as you stood crossarmed in the hallway. āThere is no fucking reason you should be being such a bitch right now.ā He spat the words at you, causing you to flinch in shock before dropping your jaw.
āHow dare you speak to me like that, what the hell is wrong with you?ā You protested, tears welling in your eyes as you choked back your emotions and mustered up some sort of confidence to make yourself seem unphased. He groaned as he sat up from his spot, throwing his legs off the couch and straightening his back out. āLike what? Youāre being a bitch and thereās nothing else to say about it.ā
āI am not being a bitch, youāre being an asshole actually.ā He could hear the shake in your voice, you noticed as he stood and walked towards you. āAn asshole?ā He questioned, his body meeting yours only a few inches away. āTell me how.ā It wasnāt a demand, it felt more like a command.
āWell, you-ā You were cut off by his hand slapping over your mouth and your body hitting the wall behind you, you shot your eyes up to meet his with a ting of fear bubbling up.
He bent his head down, his lips barely grazing your jaw as he slightly snuggled into the crook of your neck to exhale a long hot breath on your skin before lifting his stance up to whisper into your ear. āI donāt know who you think youāre talking to little girl, you should know your place by now.ā
You felt yourself sink beneath him, his hot hand still covering your mouth with a force that left you pinned to the wall. You felt as small as a bug with him hovering over, a look of sadistic delight in his eyes despite his smug frown. His warmth was fire against your skin as your back dug into the cold drywall behind you. You muffled something, trying to make any words fit through the gaps of his fingers. āWhat was that?ā He beckoned, pulling his frame from your body and locking eyes with you. This was torment, he knew what he was doing. You whimpered against his skin, swallowing hard on the thick tension between the two of you. You turned your head slightly, as much as you could, away from his attention.
He tightened his grip onto the skin of your cheeks, forcing your face back to his. He smirked slightly before grinning at you, you could feel the heat in your stomach brewing as he scanned you top to bottom. He leaned into your neck again, kissing softly below your jaw, āI like it better when youāre silent.ā His voice was harsh and rough, he loosened his grasp on your face and let go. He backed up, standing straight with his arms across his chest. You brought your hand up to your cheek, touching over the presumptive red marks his finger tips left and kept your eyes to the ground, attempting not to make eye contact with the tightening of his jeans between his hips and praying the pink on your cheeks read to him as actually upset rather than sexually flustered.
You thought to yourself, thinking of what you could say that would piss him off just enough. āFuck you.ā You mumbled, a short but sweet string of words you knew would have his hands death gripping your hair as he pushed you further down onto his cock. Thatās what you wanted.
Jake grabbed your wrist, yanking you to his chest, his eyes enflamed with with the dominance you so wanted to invoke. āExcuse me?ā he growled under his breath. His other hand soon grabbed your ass under your dress and you could feel as he dug his nails deep into your skin. You whimpered in pain, only receiving a smirk in response. He forced you to back onto the wall where you once again found yourself pinned by his weight and strength, one hand shifting from your ass to the wall for support and the other from your wrist to your throat, his grip was forceful, but you could breath just enough for you to know he was safe.
āYou donāt want to play this game,ā he provoked you, you squeezed your legs together and tried to swallow some of the saliva which pooled below your tongue. He kicked up his knee between your thighs, pushing your legs apart for himself before slipping his hand from the wall and down, his two forefingers slid against the silk of your panties as he a smug smile rolled off of the corner of his mouth. āOh, youāre so wet already? Youāre a fucking whore for me, huh?ā His words made the pit in your stomach tingle as you buckled your hips into his fingers for more friction. āDaddyās little slutā he spat at you, pointedly driving his fingers into your clit. This invoked a moan from the room which was left between his hand and your throat to speak, to which he loosened his grip ever so slightly. āSay it for me.ā
You continue rolling your hips and buckling into his fingers as he swirled his fingers to the rhythm of your movements, the pleasure making you breathy and weak in the knees. He already knew you were all his, his little fuck toy, but you knew the longer you fought back the hard heād drive into you. You shook your head in response, your eyelids dropping as you attempted to keep eye contact with him. He gave you a look, one that caused so much heat to rise in your skin before you gave in completely. āIām a whore for you, please donāt-ā
His mouth meeting yours quickly stopped your words, his tongue forcing its way behind your teeth. He curved his hand around the back of your neck as you kissed him back, your tongues gliding together slopply as his fingers below pulled back at the soaked fabric letting his finger tips meet you. You let a moan slip into his mouth as he maniacally picked up a rhythm on your clit with the movement of your hips. You moved your hands to his chest, clawing and grabbing at the matrial as you tried to hold yourself up for him despite your legs wanting to give out.
Jake pulled his hands from you and swiftly helped your dress off of you himself, leaving you standing against the wall half-naked. He returning his kiss to you as he undid your bra, dipping his head down with it as he dropped it to the floor as to take your nipple by his tongue, swirling it around before sucking it into his mouth. You watched him as he cupped your breast into his hand and bit down softly on the skin.
āJake, please,ā you pleaded him as he flickered his eyes up to you before he grabbed your hips and lowered himself onto his knees. You had no time to react before he slipped your panties down your hips and onto the floor and ran the flat of his tongue between your lips, his nose brushing your clit gently as he moved up to it, sucking it into his mouth. You balled your hand into his hair, pushing his face into you as you prodded yourself against him. āPlease, fuck,ā you were barely able to manage the words between whimpers and heavy breathing. You could feel his excitement rise as you rode his face, him coming up slightly for air every so often. He laid into you with his tongue and a passion that you could only whine and shutter under, his sounds of pleasure drawing your body further onto his.
As you began to reach your climax, Jake pulled off of you, grabbing your hand from his hair. He stood quickly and pulled you up to him, kissing you hard, his face and lips still slick from the encounter. The disconnection made you want to cry and you had already let a couple of tears fall from his hand to your throat minutes before. Jake grabbed your face with his hand, your chin in his palm. āYouāre such a fucking mess, so pretty when you cry for me.ā His eyes wandered your body, red and heated. You grew increasingly more insecure of his gaze on your bare skin. You could feel yourself sinking again, you wanted him to use you so badly and yet you wanted to slap him across the face just as much. āThough, I love seeing your mascara run more when youāre gagging on my cock.ā his words made the breath hitch in your throat as he pushed you to your knees. You looked up at him from the floor, he watched you sit below him, his eyes continuously wandering. The determination on his face caused you to wriggle under his frame as he undid his jeans, pulling his boxers down. Your met eyes with his cock as he let his pants drop and relocated one hand back to the wall and one into your hair.
āOpen,ā he commanded and you obligated, soon you were succumbed to the demand of his hand holding your head still as he thrust his cock into your mouth. Your hands gripped to his thighs to hold steady as he moaned and mumbled under his breath, the mascara running streams down your face as his head hit your gag reflex. āYou love taking my cock huh?ā He breathed out, accompanied by a deep throaty moan. You nodded the best you could and looked up at him through your eyelashes. His thrusts became harder, his body was shaking and you could feel him pulse in your cheeks. āFuck, baby,ā Jake stuttered on his words as he pulled out of your mouth, you rose your hand to him and helped stroke out his orgasm, your tongue stuck out to clean the mess which was soon to come. He let his hand loose of the death grip in your hair as you pumped him, his cum soon filling your tongue and dripping onto your chest as he cursed under his breath, watching you intensely. You let your body drop when he finished, feeling exhausted and ready to just sleep on the carpet here if heād let you.
You let your eyes shut for a moment as you tried to regain control of your breathing when he came down beside you, pulling your body into his chest. His hands stroked your hair and you found yourself resting in the crevice of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your limp frame.
āAre you okay, baby?ā his voice was soft now, smooth and warm as he comforted you. āYes, Iām okay.ā You responded back smally, burying your face further into him. āWas that okay?ā He asked again, more apprehensive this time. You rose from his chest and smiled at him, the sweat on his face glistened in the dim light of the house. āYouāre everything I could ever want.ā You reassured him, his concerned expression left his face as he stood, lifting you with him. He kept you wrapped in his arms and softly kissed your cheek, trailing his way up to your ear.
Warnings: All. Of. The. Warnings. Complete filth & Iām going to hell.
You wish Josh would hurry up and come to bed. Its hard to fall asleep without his warm body wrapped around yours.
It could be hours though, when you left him downstairs with Jake they were knee deep in creativity. Feeding off each other's energy, forming a song where there had been nothing before. Plucking notes from the universe, pairing them, coiling them together, until a beautiful melody was strumming gently from Jake's guitar to match Josh's subdued vocals.
They play and sing so differently when they write. Where they are normally full throttle, especially on stage, they are reserved during the early process of a song. They find their confidence along the way later.
So, feeling slightly intrusive, you left them to it, even though both had insisted you stay. You wanted them to have each other all to themselves, to tap into one another and let the Kiszka twin magic take over. It works best when they're alone and don't have to step out of their heads to ensure those around them feel included.
You grab your book off the nightstand and try to concentrate on it enough to lull yourself into sleep.
Some time later, you hear him making his way down the hall. You glance up from the pages, expecting to find Josh. Instead, you're surprised to find Jake eyeing you with a curious expression.
His stare wanders down your body, drinking you in unabashedly. When he lingers on your shoulder, it reminds you that, aside from your panties, the ripped and faded t-shirt bearing Jim Morrison's pouting face is the only thing covering you. Wildly inappropriate.
You pull the sheets up until they are tucked beneath your chin.
Jake looks amused by your attempt at modesty, "Come on now, baby. It's only me." The wink he flashes, as well as 'baby' makes you blush.
"Josh isn't in here." You mutter softly, ignoring the feeling in your gut that tells you he hasn't come looking for his bother at all.
"No, I know." He smirks, running his palm over his belt buckle. "He left."
"He left?" you parrot back "What do you mean he left?"
Jake shrugs nonchalantly. "I mean he left. Said something about not wanting to hear it."
"Hear what?" you ask, you have more questions now than you did when you first noticed him standing in your doorway.
"You and I fucking would be my guess." He rattles his bracelets around, casually adjusting them as if he's just told you that the weather report is calling for rain.
To say you're stunned would be the largest understatement in the history of time, hands down.
"Excuse me?" your eyes are wide with disbelief. Surely you've misunderstood.
"Are you gonna invite me into your bedroom or should I just stand out here in the hallway all night watching you?"
Your lips pop open in disbelief as you struggle to form a thought.
"I might be alright with that," he teases quietly. "I can think of a few things I'd like to watch you do."
His chin tilts up, silently asking once again for permission to enter. You nod and curse the growing ache between your legs when he moves closer.
"So listen," he cups your cheek and stares down into your eyes "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. He and I both need you to know that. If this isn't what you want, tell me and this never happened. Understand?"
Again, you merely nod. Mesmerized by how softly he's speaking to you, how his fingersārough and calloused from guitar stringsāfeel against your face.
"Good girl." He praises.
Those two little words send a jolt through your body. He notices.
"You like to be talked to, don't you baby? Lucky for you, I like to talk."
What. The. Fuck?
Your body is absolutely burning with anxiety (what the hell is happening here?) but also, and more intensely, with desire.
"He told me." Jake sounds like the Jake you've always known, only raspier, with a sleepy drawl. You realize that this is what he sounds like when he's turned on.
"What did he tell you?" you question meekly. You are understandably confused and unsure of how to behave.
His thumb begins to trace your bottom lip, but a split second later he retreats, as if he's just remembered he hasn't been given permission to touch you so intimately...yet.
Boldly, you take his hand and guide his thumb back to your mouth. It feels almost normal, for he is so much like Josh. But it also feels wrong, and you like that better.
"What did he tell you?" you press.
He smiles down at you, dipping the very tip of his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.
"That you want to be fucked." He pauses to allow the word to work a little magic on you. "That you asked him to treat you like a whore. To use you. To maybe make it hurt a little."
He bends until his lips brush over your ear "Is that true, love?"
Your face burns with what? Shame? Betrayal? Anger? Lust? The last choice seems to resonate the most.
"He told you that?" you do your best to sound as if it doesn't matter.
"Mmm-hmm..." he straightens and begins toying with a lock of your hair. "He can't do it, though. Our Josh is much too soft for all that. It would break his heart to treat you like you're nothing more than a pretty pink place to put his cock." Jake pauses, assessing your reaction. That sexy, infuriating smirk reappears when your breathing picks up.
"Not me though, Sugar..." Sugar, you like that too "I'll fuck you senseless until your sheets are soaked, and I won't be gentle."
A soft moan parts your lips.
"Yeah, that's what his sweet little mama needs, isn't it?" Josh's pet name for you flitting off Jake's tongue is intoxicating. "You just need a nice, hard fuck, don't you?"
You nod up at him with doe eyes, as if you are really seeing him for the first time.
His fingers tangle into your hair, snapping your head back. The tip of his tongue ghosts along the seam of your lips "You gonna let me in?"
Your body reacts without hesitation, and he licks into your mouth when you open up for him.
"He can't bring himself to do it," he reiterates. "Loves you too much. Personally, I don't get it. If you had asked me to fuck your mouth until you choked, I'd have blown my load right then and there."
Yes, you had asked that of Josh. Not your finest moment.
"But that's my brother. Too good and gentle for this whole damn world. And we love him for it, yeah?"
"Yes." You agree.
"Still, he can't stand the thought of denying you something that you want. So, he asked if I'd be willing to help. As long as you were willing too, of course."
"He knew I'd be willing." You correct before you can think better of it. At this point, you might as well go all in, so you elaborate.
"Once, when we were camping and stoned off our faces, he asked me if I had a hall pass to sleep with anyone in the world without consequence, who I would pick. I chose you."
Its now his turn to widen his eyes "You could have picked anyone on earth, and you landed on me?"
"Don't flatter yourself too much, Jakey." You bite your bottom lip coyly "You're just an extension of him when I think of you that way. The darker half I never get to play with."
"That's fair." He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Maybe that's why you asked him to fuck you like a whore... maybe you knew he couldn't bear it and you'd end up with his other half instead."
"Maybe." Your gazes lock, silently waiting for someone to give in.
"Do I make your pretty cunt wet?" he asks darkly, finally breaking the stalemate.
You simply raise an eyebrow, wordlessly challenging him.
"Don't get cute, little girl..." your eyes flutter closed, 'little girl' has ushered your body into a quiet frenzy. "I asked you a question, answer me."
"Yes," You shiver, relishing his controlled aggression.
"Yeah? I bet you're soaked." He sounds, as strange as it seems, almost proud of you. He seems pleased with how well you're holding your own...for now anyway.
"Do you ever think about me when you're all alone? Ever slide your hand into your little panties and fuck yourself to thoughts of me doing dirty things to you?"
My God, this man is positively obscene and you fucking love it.
You confess that you have, many times, and then spread your legs for him when he begins tracing his fingers along your damp thighs.
"Fuck..." he groans when he catches sight of the way your wet panties are clinging to you. "What do you think about?"
You see no point in censoring yourself with a man who is currently circling your clit through your underwear.
"Usually, I imagine you bending me over one of your amps so you can put your cock inside your brother's girl where it doesn't belong. Sometimes I picture him watching."
"Well fuck..." his voice shakes. "Giving it to you while he watches shouldn't make my dick pound, but here we are."
His hand slips into your drenched panties and then his fingers are inside you, scissoring in and out slowly, teasing you, knowing damn well you don't feel full enough.
"You're so fucking tight, sugar. Iām not sure Iām even gonna fit."
You swivel your hips, grinding against his hand without a trace of shame.
He clicks his tongue, both acknowledging and ignoring your pout "What's wrong, baby? You wish something else was inside? Filling you up? Ask nicely and maybe I'll fuck you until you see stars, right now." He shrugs coolly, "Then again, maybe I won't. Might be hot to make you beg for it."
You can tell he's just stirring you up, that he isn't really looking for an answer, so you ask a question of your own. "Will you fuck my mouth, Jake? I want you to put me down on my knees and fuck my face until I'm gagging and choking."
"Jesus...fuck..." he breathes, running his hand over his erection through his jeans, collecting himself. He issues a command quietly. He doesn't need to raise his voice to exact his authority over you, and its sexy as hell. "On your knees, love. Shirt off. Hands in your lap. Eyes on me."
You slip off the bed and position yourself before him in what must be record time.
He hums his approval and runs his hand through your hair "Thatās a good girl. Open up."
You loosen your jaw and wait, vibrating with anticipation. "Please."
A moan is your reward for asking to taste his cock so politely. And then, in a flash, his belt clinks open, and his length, hard, thick, and beautifully shaped, appears inches from your lips.
"Lick it." His fist coils into your hair and you're gifted another melodic moan when you swirl your tongue around his tip.
Ever true to your nature though, you can't help but goad him a little "Not so identical after all, I guess." You grin up at him with mischievous gleam in your eye.
"Oh, fuck off." He grins back "He isn't that much bigger."
You flatten your tongue and trace down his length, purring with appreciation when his cock twitches against your mouth.
"Should we have Josh come home and give it to you slow and sweet instead then, Sugar?"
"No thank you." You murmur, shaking your head, peppering kisses beneath his belly button. But that isn't the whole truth, because now you're thinking about how hot it would be to have them both. Josh, with his gentle kisses and careful hands. Slow and sensual, lovely and mellow. And Jake, aggressive fingers digging into your flesh, tangling into and pulling at your hair. Words like cock and cunt rasping from his gorgeous mouth, driving you mad. A little heaven and hell never hurt anybody.
"I see those gears turning, baby." He taps your nose lightly "I know what you're thinking. Probably best to leave that alone this time...he doesn't need to see what I'm about to do to you."
This time?
In response, you open your mouth and relax your throat, silently asking him to get on with it.
His cock suddenly slides in, nudging the back of your throat with no warning. "There you go, Sugar, all the way down."
You watch him from beneath your lashes, entranced by how breathtaking he is with his brow furrowed and plump lips parted. It reminds you of watching him play, and you know without a doubt you will revisit this moment every time you see him on stage from now on.
You swallow around his head, squeezing it, causing his loudest moan yet. It flares the aching need between your thighs, so you pull back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth.
"Can I?"
His thumb brushes against your cheekbone almost lovingly "Can you what?"
You press your thighs together, longing for any sort of friction "Touch myself?"
A strangled cry chokes from him, not quite a growl, yet not quite a groan "Listen to you, asking to play with your pretty pussy while you suck on my cock. You are positively fucking wasted on my brother. What a shame."
"Well?" you're a bit embarrassed by your show of impatience, but only for a moment because judging by the way he's looking at you, he likes it.
"Go ahead... But you aren't allowed to cum until I say so."
You take him deeply into your mouth and plunge your hand into your panties, moaning around him as your neglected clit receives a small amount of attention at last.
"Better?" he pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, guiding you up and down harder and deeper.
You gag at the assault, but you never want it to end. He shoves in again and tears spring from your eyes. Briefly, you wish you hadn't washed your face before crawling into bed, the thought of your makeup, ruined and smeared, from giving Jake head is incredibly hot.
"Fuck, you look good with my cock in your mouth.ā he praises, latching his free hand around your throat.
Your muffled cries are growing louder around him, your orgasm approaching, nearly within reach.
He picks up on the shift and gives your hair a sharp yank "Don't fuckin' do it, little girl." He scolds "What did I say? Hold it."
Breaking away just long enough to get the words out, you beg "Cum with me Jake. Right in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you."
Without a word, you're being roughly pulled to your feet and Jake's warm wet mouth seeks out your breast, sucking and biting your nipples. His knee nestles between your legs, pushing them apart as he tucks himself back into his pants. You want to grind against his thigh, but he retreats quickly.
The disappointing loss of contact is short lived though, and his right hand finds its way into your panties while his left holds you in place by your throat possessively. The backs of your knees are pressed against your bed, and you wish he would just shove you down on it and just fucking obliterate you already.
"Well look at this..." he whispers against your mouth when he sinks two fingers into your center. "So ready, baby." he teases while you curl your tongue delicately along his lips, swallowing his words "What do you think he'd think about this? About this hot little cunt of yours wrapped up tight around my fingers, soaking my palm?"
"Shut up, Jake..." you close your eyes and concentrate on his fingers inside of you, expertly working your g-spot as though he's been there a thousand times.
"You wanna know what I think?" he draws in a quick breath and interrupts himself when you begin to move, rocking yourself against his hand "Fuck, Sugar...there you go. Fuck yourself on my fingersā I think he'd like it. I think he'd love it, actually. Who wouldn't enjoy the show?"
You shake your head, he's out of his mind, but right now you're in no shape to argue.
His fingers seem to be everywhere inside you, tapping into places you never even knew existed. You also haven't the lucidity to ask what he means when he nuzzles your nose and smirks "We'll see."
Completely out of left field, a foreign sensation begins building intensely inside you, almost as if the pleasure is overloading your senses to a breaking point. āJake, wait. I need a minute."
"No." He breathes into your ear
"Please Jake..." the urgency is growing rapidly, like you might burst into pieces and float away any second now. "Please, itās too much.ā
His eyes catch yours with a devious glare, as if he knows something you don't, and then his fingers are curling into you faster and harder.
You push at his shoulders, but he's unbothered. "Jake, stop! Fuck!"
āØ"Shut up..." he drives into you deeply and settles his thumb over your clit, strumming it with quick, tight circles, making you squirm in his grip. "Stay fucking still, Sugar. Take it."
Every molecule in your body seems to react and give in to his demand without question. You settle in his arms, handing yourself over to him completely.
"Thatās it, sweetheart...good girl.ā he smiles, kissing your forehead "You want me to make you cum?"
Ridiculous question, but it makes your stomach flip. You want that very much. You nod under his lips.
His fingers twist just right and you feel astonishingly full "Oh, fuck...." your eyes roll back and your head falls forward, resting against his chest.
"Let it happen, baby." he speaks gently, but drives into you harder "I've got you."
The strangely intimate kindness in his tone, almost loving really, makes your heart flutter and seconds later, a dam breaks somewhere deep inside of you, and you're cumming harder than you ever thought possible. Your body shakes and twitches in his arms, the room echoing with your cries of release. Yes, its a good thing Josh chose to leave.
Jake groans his approval, sounding as if this is just as much for him as it is for you. He murmurs words that make no sense through the hazy fog of your orgasm.
"There you go, baby..." he moans "I knew you could do it...goddamn."
āØAt last, you can breathe again and your clouded vision begins to clear.
"Hi." he flashes that heart stopping smile of his when your eyes find his. His hand slips out from between your legs and he brings his fingers up to his mouth, to taste you, and āyou suspect, to let you see what he's done to you. Show off.
Shocked by how soaked his hand, wrist, and fingers are, you feel your face burn hot.
"Squirter, huh? My favorite." He winks and licks his fingers.
"I don't..." you can't seem to form an actual thought, much less string enough words together to form an actual sentence. "I've never..."
Now he looks especially pleased with himself. "You came that hard because I didn't let you stop when you asked me to. Stop doing that shit. Keep going and just soak him next time, sugar...you'll blow his fuckin' mind."
Your eyes drop shyly "I'm sorry," you offer, feeling ashamed of the mess you've made of him.
"You're sorry?" he teases his tongue into your mouth and twists at your nipples until you arch your back, writhing into his touch, relishing the sting. "I'll be thinking of that when I get myself off for fucking months. Don't you dare apologize to me."
You inhale sharply, and the tiniest smile tugs at the corners of his lips "Yeah, you like that? Thinking of me with my dick in my hand because of you?" he laughs softly, his breath warms your neck and makes you shake. You need more of him, and you don't even know what you need more of, just more, more, more.
āØAttempting to mute your enthusiasm, you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.
"Hey," he snaps your head back by your hair, tilting your face up to his "You know I like you, right?" his teeth sink in, peppering a line of red, raised marks along your collarbone. Again, you stick with a nod. "Probably a little more than I should." Once again, you nod. "But I'm about to fuck you like I hate you. No hard feelings, babe."
"Fuck, Jakey..." you purr, your entire body is electrified with anticipation.
"Oh," he groans, sounding almost pained "I kinda like that...you calling me what you always call me, as if I'm not getting ready to fill your pretty cunt. Say it again."
"Come on, Jakey..." you curl your fists around his necklaces "I want you inside me. I want your cock."
"Shhh..." he lets out a shaking puff of air "Keep talking like that and I'll never last."
"Give it to me," you suck his bottom lip and then nibble it gingerly "I'm so wet, you'll slide right in..."
His hand darts up and covers your mouth, muffling your begging. "I thought I told you to hush? You will do as you're fucking told or you'll get nothing. I'll walk right out of this room and leave you wet and aching."
"Fuck..." you moan, toes curling from his rasping, filthy (and likely empty) threats.
"This turns you on, doesn't it?" he taunts, circling your lower belly with a single fingertip "You like feeling like my pretty fuck doll, isn't that right, sugar? Like you're only here for my amusement when my cock is hard and looking for something wet."
"Oh my god..." your eyes flutter closed. It seems entirely possible that he could coax an orgasm to rip through your body by merely speaking to you this way.
"Wrong again, little girl..." he hisses slowly into your ear, making you shiver "God's not here. You pray to me tonight."
Your hips pitch forward, looking for any sort of friction "Please Jake, I feel like my whole body is on fire. I need to fucking cum."
He closes the space between your mouths and takes a rough hold on your bottom lip, nipping and sucking it for a moment "Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want. Tell me, sugar, and I just might give it to you."
"I want all of this gone." you start tugging on his clothes, yanking and wishing you could simply will them away.
"Yeah? Then what?" he raises an eyebrow and makes short work of his clothes, but you stop him before he can remove his necklaces "Leave them on."
He leaves them and reaches down, stroking himself "...and then what?"
"Then you need to fuck me. Anywhere, I don't care, I just want you buried inside me." you sound like a deprived whore begging for cock, but you've never cared less about anything in your entire life. You want him so desperately, you would crawl on the floor for him like a cat in heat, licking his boots if he asked you to.
"Turn around." he orders, casting just enough ownership over you to make you whimper with lust. He shoves you down against the bed, stroking his palm along your spine "Ass up, pretty girl. I'm about to pound this little cunt of yours until you're sobbing and cumming and dripping off of my cock. You won't be able to take him for days when I'm through with you."
"I love the way you talk to me, " you whisper, nestling down into the blanket beneath you, emboldened by the fact that you can't see his face "You're so fucking dirty. Say awful things to me, Jake...please."
His palm lands with a sharp slap against your ass "I'll talk to you when I have something to say. What makes you think you're running the show here, Sugar? You will take what I decide to give you and you will be fucking grateful for it." Gripping your hips violently he yanks you back and you are suddenly filled to the brim, his cock rests inside of you with no movement, giving you to time to adjust and wish for more.
You moan and curse, clenching around him, wanting more, needing more.
He pulls back and then slams in again. Harder, deeper. Rolling his hips to drive his swollen tip against that sensitive spot inside you. You find yourself crying out, calling his name while actual tears spill from your eyes.
He catches sight of this and slows down, smoothing your hair away from your face to kiss your cheek tenderly "Do you need me to stop? Or do something different? He isn't the only one who can be gentle, you know."
"No..." you shake your head vehemently "Don't stop...I want you to fuck me like a whore. Like your whore."
He growls and pulls at your hips, driving in so forcefully you gasp in shock with each thrust "Keep talking. Tell me everything you want, all the things he can't bring himself to do to you. I'll do them, gladly. Now's your chance, baby."
"I want you to do terrible things to me, send me straight to hell. Fuck me, make it hurt, I want to beg you to stop and I want you to keep going anyway. Cum inside me, fill me up, and then I want you on your knees with your mouth on me, sucking and licking and biting while you taste yourself.ā youāre met with silence "Too much?"
He grabs you by the throat from behind and presses until your breath rasps "You, sugar, are a mother fucking goddess and I would happily suck my own cum from your pretty cunt if I could. Believe me."
"I want you to fuck me into the mattress, Jakey." you arch your back, asking him to pick up the pace with your body. "Make me ache, I want to remember your cock tomorrow every time I move."
"You have no idea, baby...I'm gonna fuck you in two."
You're vaguely aware that his right hand is moving away from your hip, but you're far too focused on the harsh thrusts he's issuing to care. His thick length digs into you, filling you, stretching you, fucking you.
No, you pay little attention to the absence of his hand until his thumb, wet from his own spit you suspect, begins to circle your back entrance.
A gasp of surprise follows a shocked lurch forward. No one has ever touched you there, or even attempted to, and you're stunned, a bit afraid, and unbelievably turned on.
"Shh," he soothes "you're okay, sugar. I won't hurt you, I'm just going to touch you. Settle down.ā his authoritarian tone vanishes for a moment as he calms you. His thumb swirls and presses a hint harder. An unexpected sigh meets his actions and you can sense his smirk, no matter that you can't actually see his face.
"Mmm," he hums "You like it?"
You remain quiet, unsure of how you would ever go about voicing such a thing out loud.
He sinks his thumb into your most forbidden place and uses a forceful drive of his cock to keep you dangling on his string, a shameless slut of a puppet, ready to bend to his will in any which way.
"Oh my..." you whisper, squeezing your eyes closed against the mild sting of pain.
"Oh my?" his grin is evident in his tone "That's an awfully ladylike response to having my thumb in your ass." his faux english accent makes a brief appearance as he repeats "Oh my..." in your ear once more.
Without warning, and you find that you like it this way- the surprise of it is half the fun, he begins pounding into you ruthlessly. Filling your pussy harshly and then retreating almost totally before another drive of his hips stuffs you full once again. In contrast, his thumb moves in your ass gently. He doesn't want you to hurt, he wants you to feel. And fuck if you aren't feeling.
His opposite hand whips around. You expect him to grab you by the throat again, but instead he sinks three fingers into your mouth.
"Suck them." he orders "suck like they're his cock and he's right here watching me fuck his sweet, sweet mama."
Your eyes roll back in your head as you suck on his fingers, and you feel your inner walls contracting around him. You feel like a stranger, even to yourself, when you shove both of your hands between your legs. You seek out your clit with your right hand and reach further back to lightly cup his balls with your left.
He draws a hiss through his teeth and slams into you even harder as you writhe and pant beneath him "That is so fucking hot, baby. What a dirty, sweet little girl you are. How are you ever gonna go back to taking my brother's careful, polite dick after this?"
"I love his polite dick." you retort, feeling defensive over Josh, you love him so very much.
"You love my vulgar cock too though, Sugar. Maybe you should keep us both?" he drives into you harder as you begin chasing your orgasm. Growing louder and hotter and tighter around him.
This is the second time he's said something along these lines tonight, but you're too far gone to consider it any further.
"Oh, Sugar, there you go..." he moans shakily "I can feel that gorgeous pussy squeezing me. Be a good girl and cum for me. Pretty and wet all over my cock."
His words ignite something previously untouched within you and you love this hidden place. You want to revisit it over and over and over again.
He jerks your head back aggressively "I told you to cum, and you're so fucking close. I can feel it in your whole body. Come on, fuck doll, give it up."
His words are all you need to careen over the edge, and you cum hard, and loudly, violently. Your body shaking and jerking and screaming. You feel warmth pool inside you and then let go, you flood and pour down around him as you cry and moan his name like a prayer to all the wrong Gods.
Then, he's right there with you. Unholy sounds spilling from his beautiful mouth, cock twitching and pulsing inside of you for a second before he yanks himself out of your silken grip. His fist bumps against you once, then twice, before you feel the heat of his release spilling across your back. He sounds beautiful when he cums, you learn. His moans and sighs and random curses are melodic, like music...of course they are...and you never want it to end. You want the way he sounds to be the soundtrack to your entire life.
When you finally both calm and find your centers, he takes your hand and guides it across the sheets beneath you. They are soaked, just like he'd promised. Your cheeks blush, which is ridiculous given the fact his thumb is tucked into your ass.
"Why didn't you cum inside me?" you ask softly, as he cleans your lower back off gently with his t-shirt. The thought of him slowly leaking out of you sounds like heaven. "I mean, you could've you know."
"Promised him I wouldn't." he sounds so casual, but all of a sudden, you feel guilty, now that your incessant need has been satiated.
He finishes wiping you off and then struts off into the bathroom. You listen to him wash his hands and rummage around, then he reappears, bearing a warm cloth and a lazy grin.
"I also promised him I'd wait to mention this..." his tone, as he begins cleaning you up more thoroughly, is tentative and slightly unsure...very unlike Jake. "We didn't want your thought process to be screwed up with lust or just 'the heat of the moment' you know?"
You nod, willing him to go on.
"Its just....well he knows that this probably isn't a one time thing for you. He knows you need it now and then. You know you need it now and then." he pats the washcloth over your sweat glistened brow when you roll over to stare up at him. Its so gentle and protective in a strange way, that you suddenly feel like crying.
"He wants you to have any and every thing you need or want, whenever you need it or want it. He's okay with it as long as its me."
For reputation's sake, you'd like to say you're surprised, but it seems so natural, so right. A laugh trills from your chest, and it makes Jake smile down on you.
He takes that answer as a yes and his grin breaks across his pretty face even wider. "Oh Sugar, you and I are gonna have some fun.
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summary: what happens when you piss jake off and go behind his back doing the one thing you are not allowed to do? (basically, this is a porno)
pairing: jake x f. reader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), little bit of fluff. there is really no plot to this at all, it's literally just porn. specific warnings after the cut.
explicit warnings: m. dom, punishment, degradation, name-calling, spit, m. & f. masturbation, edging (for days), facial, daddy kink, forced multiple orgasms, overstimulation, CNC if you squint very hard (she does consent, but she says things like "i can't" etc. she does not ever say stop or no)
It had been nine days.
N i n e days.
Since youād had release. Satisfaction. Unadulterated, euphoric bliss.
One may say, āthatās not terribly longā or āIāve gone longerā. Itās true, thatās not a terribly long time if you were simply going about the mundane activities of your everyday life with absolutely no stimuli.
But that was impossible, because you lived with Jake Kiszka. And he knew exactly what made you tick. More explicitly, he knew exactly what made your heart pound and your pussy clench. What made warm, sweet wetness drip down your thighs like honey.
And you were in trouble.
You were being punished, with seemingly no respite from your suffering on the horizon.
You had been doing just fine. It sucked, of course, especially when your boyfriend would wrap you in his arms from behind and whisper teasing phrases in your ear while you stirred vegetables on the stove, pulling away with your earlobe between his teeth. Or when he would emerge from the shower and drop his towel right in front of you as you read a book in bed, his back to you, stretching his arms above his head and ever so slightly flexing, deliciously putting the muscles in his back on display. Or when you were both in bed preparing for sleep and scrolling through your phones, while his free hand made its way under your shirt, palm cupping your bare breast, and took your nipple between two fingers, giving it a pinch and a twist, eyes never leaving his phone screen before sliding his hand back out and rolling over to turn off the lamp with a ālove you, goodnightā. Among other things.
Yes, despite all of that, you had been doing just fine. You were surviving. You were fine until everything culminated last night.
[the night before]
You were brushing your teeth when you heard it. A couple of low, enticing grunts, followed by tempting moans at a slightly higher pitch. You spit out your toothpaste and rinsed, and gingerly stepped out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom.
The sight that met your eyes was enough to nearly make you release a moan of your own.
Jake was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, legs spread wide as if he was on display. He held eye contact with you immediately while he leisurely stroked his hardened cock up and down with his right hand, and tightly gripped one of the arms of his chair with his left. His eyes rolled back into his head for a split second as he let out an otherworldly cry when he swiped his thumb across the throbbing, pink tip in a few circles, only to meet your eyes again with a low moan.
āHi baby,ā he drawled with a smirk.
āHello, Jacob. To what do I owe the pleasure?ā
āPleasure? Who said anything about pleasure?ā he questioned as he tilted his head back, letting out a long groan to punctuate his sentence.
āWell-, you-,ā
āExactly. Me. Take off your panties and sit down on the floor in front of me, legs spreadā he interrupted. āOh, and sit on your hands.ā
You quickly did as you were told, so quickly it was comical as you almost tripped over your underwear around your ankles. Jake mustāve thought it was funny too, because he let out a low chuckle.
āAbsolutely pathetic. I love it when youāre this desperateā he taunted.
You glared at him as you took your seat at his feet. He only smirked at you while he continued to stroke his dick, running his thumb across the thick vein bulging out on the front, causing him to let out a little gasp as he held eye contact with you.
He tsked at you. āForgetting something?ā
You frowned when you remembered he commanded you to sit on your hands and moved to correct yourself.
āThatās better. Now donāt look away from me. I wanna watch your face turn red and your jaw clench as you watch me cum, unable to do anything about it.ā
He proceeded to rub his cock, occasionally adjusting the pressure and speed to his liking, letting out the most delectable groans. You could feel your nipples harden under your shirt from how utterly turned on you were, and Jake mustāve noticed too as he let out a low moan with a gleam in his eye.
You started to bring your legs together, clenching your pussy as you attempted to obtain some small form of relief.
"No" Jake barked. "Legs spread. Eyes on me. Hands under your ass. The rules are simple."
You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
"Oh baby, youāre fucking dripping. Youāre gonna make a mess of our carpet" he teased. He let out a particularly high moan as he twisted his thumb and index finger over his frenulum, squeezing his shaft with his palm and remaining fingers. "Fuuuuuuck" he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head.
He reached his hand in front of you, palm up, just beneath your mouth. "Spit" he commanded. You let a long string of spit fall from between your lips and into his hand, and he quickly wiped it over his dripping head, mixing your juices, and continued to stroke his cock with purpose. He grunted and groaned, expletives rolling off his tongue as he rubbed harder and faster.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come. Get on your knees" he ordered, and you quickly obliged, mouth open, knowing exactly what he would want.
Hot ropes of sticky cum began spilling out of him, all over your face and tongue. You and he moaned together as he watched his seed drip into your throat, you drinking up his sweet and salty release.
"Fuck, that's a good girl. Look at you. My perfect slut covered in my cum. Is that what you are? My good girl?"
You nodded vigorously, as he grabbed your chin and looked deep into your eyes.
"But not good enough, huh? Nope, not at all. Go clean yourself up, whore" and with that he released your face. He ran his thumb across your cheek gently, raising his eyebrows slightly, making sure you actually were still okay with this game you both were playing.
You smirked. "Okay, daddy" you answered in reassurance.
His eyes filled with lust once more, and he thumbed over a drop of cum slowly dripping down your cheek, collecting it, and lifting it to his mouth to slurp it off with a sinful pop. "Good girl," he whispered.
[the present]
This is why you found yourself writhing under your bed sheets, wanton with need. Jake's side of the bed was cold, indicating he'd been gone for some time. God, you just wanted to touch yourself so. fucking. bad. You groaned audibly as you stretched across the bed, rubbing your face in distress.
This was your own fault, you knew that. 9 days before, during a particularly heated makeout session that had begun because you paraded around the house while he was on an important conference call with his management team, clad in only one of his muscles tees cut low down the sides and a bright red thong, you edged him beyond belief before stating you had to get ready for work. You left him throbbing and dripping on the couch, with a flirty wave of your hand goodbye.
You knew, and he knew, that you were sufficiently punished after only a couple days of this dry spell, but you both enjoyed the game far too much.
"Fuck this" you said aloud.
You yanked Jake's sweatshirt you were wearing over your head, and tugged your panties down your legs, kicking them off as you stepped onto the tiled floor of your bathroom.
You turned the shower on, watching the mirrors begin to steam almost instantaneously with the contrasting temperature. You gazed at yourself in the mirror, gently grazing your hands across your chest and taking your breasts under your palms. You watched yourself moan as you took your nipples between your fingertips, giving them a sharp pinch and then rolling them between your fingers.
You gave yourself a smirk in the mirror. Jake was at the studio, and wasn't going to beĀ home for a few hours. Plenty of time.
You stepped into the shower with care, standing beneath the head and letting the warm water cascade down your body. You toyed with your breasts some more, the water adding delicious lubrication.
You took a deep breath. You knew you were directly disobeying Jake. But he's not home. And what he doesnāt know won't hurt him. Right?
You grabbed the shower handle from its holder and adjusted the pressure setting up just a notch. You spread your legs and squatted slightly, leaning against the stone shower wall, and directed the stream to your aching clit. You nearly screamed at the sensation, loud moans leaving your lips, your chest beginning to heave.
"Ahem" you heard a throat clear with a subtle cough and nearly dropped the shower head. You quickly hung it back up and took in the sight of Jake standing in the doorway of your bathroom, stroking his chin casually, and watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips.
You stared into each other's eyes in silence, his facial expression portraying disapproval, but his eyes burned with lust.
"By all means, continue" he broke the silence with a taunt. "Better yet, allow me." And with that he stripped completely in record speed, and opened the glass shower door. His feet splashed at the water pooling on the tile floor of the shower, taking two large strides to be right in front of you. "Youāre in for it now, little girl" he said with a smirk.
He firmly gripped the top of your head and pushed down until you were sitting on the bench built into the side of the shower. He caressed your cheek gently, but his eyes were filled with fiery passion that betrayed his comforting actions.
He grabbed the shower head, aggressively tugging it from its place, causing the hose to snap wildly.
"Open up, angel."
You spread your legs for him as you watched him turn up the pressure two more settings, and kneel to the floor in front of you. With one hand, Jake lightly traced your clit- a jarring contrast from what you knew you were about to feel- and held the hood of your clit upwards, allowing for no protection. He met your eyes, seeking silent permission. You nodded once, and he flashed you a devilish smirk before blasting your tender clit with the shower stream.
"Jesus FUCK" you screamed at the pressure, his hand gripping at your thighs, forcing them apart after you immediately attempt to clench them together.
"Nuh uh, doll, keep your legs open."
After only about 30 seconds of pressure and vibration, you could feel your clitoris throbbing and your legs begin to shake of their own accord.
"Oh you poor, needy, baby. Already about to cum?" Jake teased.
You nodded as you let out a breathy groan.
"Let it go baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy."
His words sent you careening over the edge, your vision going white as you screamed from the intensity of your orgasm. With your chest heaving, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. He moved the shower head up and down in a very tight line as you came down from your orgasm. As your breathing began to slow, you watched the corners of his lips turn up into a Cheshire grin as he held his hand steady, the jet of water now providing almost too much pressure to your throbbing clit.Ā
"B-baby-" you stuttered, the overstimulation beginning to wash over you.
"Hmm?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrows.
"What are you doing?" you breathed shakily.
"Making you cum. Didn't you want to cum?" he questioned, feigning innocence.
"Yes, thank you, but I did."
"Oh, I know you did. And it was spectacular."
Your chest began to rise and fall with rapid speed, moans falling from your lips. "Jakey, please, I know what youāre doing, I can't" you pleaded.
"Oh, but you can. Dirty, naughty girl. You wanted to cum so bad. Didn't you?" Your moans began to turn into screams, and your thighs fought against his strong hands. "If you wanted it so bad, youāre going to as many times as I say."
Tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation as you moaned his same amongst a string of curses. With a strangled cry you felt your second orgasm wash over you, your body shaking from head to toe.
"That's a good girl, that's it" Jake praised, never removing the shower stream from your clit.
You frantically grabbed at his wrist. "Please Jake, I can't" you begged.
"Oh, but you can. One more. Show daddy you can be a good girl and give me one more." Your eyes widened as you watched him turn the pressure up to its highest setting, a second later it hitting you.
"Oh fuck, oh my God, Jake, fuck" you cried as tears began to stream down your cheeks.
"That's it baby that's it, youāre taking it so well. One more, just one more."
Your body was practically convulsing at this point, your pelvis lifting off of the bench involuntarily as it tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation. Jake pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he held you in place.
You were moaning and crying his name as you felt the pressure begin to build inside you. "Oh fuck, Jake, oh fuck" you repeated like a mantra.
"Youāre so close baby, you're doing amazing. Last one. Just let go, I've got you." He soothed, his words being what finally caused the bubble to burst and you came harder than you think you'd ever done before.
Jake immediately removed the shower head from your red, throbbing clit and placed it back in its holder. Your head lolled forward, beginning to take your body with it as he grabbed you and held you in his arms under the shower stream, now down to its regular pressure, the water beginning to turn cold.
He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks as he held you flush with his bare chest.
"You did so well, my love" he praised.
You smiled up at him. "Am I a good girl now?"
He giggled. "The goodest" he answered with a peck to your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, hmm?"
You nodded. "'M so tired."
"I bet you are, after your morning of deceit" he teased, picking you up bridal style. "You deserve a nap I suppose". He sat you on the bathroom counter as he grabbed a towel and began drying you off, gently wringing out your hair.
"Be right back" he said as he left the bathroom. He returned a moment later wearing boxers, and holding one of his t-shirts. He slipped it over your head gently, picking you up off the counter and carrying you to bed.
He climbed into bed with you and you both rolled to face each other.
You smiled at him, he smiled back. "I like this game" you said.
Jake laughed at you. "Of course you do. You're a brat." he said with a boop to your nose. -fin.
content warning: smut, this is smut, cursing/foul language, oral sex(f and m receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, choking, dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, masturbation(f), hair pulling, general kinkiness, this is filth(with a lil tiny fluff at the end for a breather).Ā word count: 4,400+
authorās note: new account, this is my first gvf smut fic although you may be able to tell this is not my first smut fic in general haha. mainly writing this to expel all the nasty thoughts I have about this man, enjoy! and look for other fics by me in the future I have many ideasā¦Ā
āSo..?ā A trailing voice broke you out of your thoughts and you turned to look at Samās girlfriend. She had a mischievous grin on her face and you frowned.
I was wondering if you could do the bad day hcs you did with johnny but with bam of course take your time no rush i absolutely love love love your works Thank you!!!!!šššš
thank u sm for liking my work!!
bam when you have a bad day
concerned af
tries not to let on how worried he is about you
but that poor boy
heās past himself worrying about you
heāll 100% listen to you and try and understand why youāre having a bad day
and if you donāt wanna tell him heāll ask the others to try and figure out what happened
heāll probably give you advice thatās so shit so it puts you in a worse mood
ābam iām not gonna just ādeal with itāā
āwh- why not?ā
he genuinely thought that telling you to āget over itā would be good advice
so heāll go to april for help
and based off her input he goes out
and comes back with a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite food
heāll give you them and apologise for his āadviceā earlier
āiām sorry y/n i just hate seeing you upsetā
heāll literally do anything to make you smile
whether thatās him doing stupid stuff like jumping off the roof into the pool
or if itās him doing cool tricks on his skateboard
and the guys will try and wind him up for how willing he is to do anything to make you smile
but he doesnāt care because heās making you happy again
also if he finds out one of the guys put you in a bad mood
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I was wondering if you could do the bad day hcs you did with johnny but with bam of course take your time no rush i absolutely love love love your works Thank you!!!!!šššš
thank u sm for liking my work!!
bam when you have a bad day
concerned af
tries not to let on how worried he is about you
but that poor boy
heās past himself worrying about you
heāll 100% listen to you and try and understand why youāre having a bad day
and if you donāt wanna tell him heāll ask the others to try and figure out what happened
heāll probably give you advice thatās so shit so it puts you in a worse mood
ābam iām not gonna just ādeal with itāā
āwh- why not?ā
he genuinely thought that telling you to āget over itā would be good advice
so heāll go to april for help
and based off her input he goes out
and comes back with a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite food
heāll give you them and apologise for his āadviceā earlier
āiām sorry y/n i just hate seeing you upsetā
heāll literally do anything to make you smile
whether thatās him doing stupid stuff like jumping off the roof into the pool
or if itās him doing cool tricks on his skateboard
and the guys will try and wind him up for how willing he is to do anything to make you smile
but he doesnāt care because heās making you happy again
also if he finds out one of the guys put you in a bad mood
good luck to them
bams gonna make their life HELL
heāll ārockyā them
antique them
and heāll probably go so far as to piss on them
no one can upset you as long as heās around
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