Jake kiszka x reader

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It had been one year since I had been back to frankemuth and it seemed like a great idea to go back to my hometown for a weekend with my old group of friends.

But now sitting in a bar surrounded by -now strange- people and having to see your ex-boyfriend? No, we never dated. Your ex-friend? No, we were much more than that, and I think we were never really friends.

Whatever, no matter what he has been, seeing him kissing another girl is weird and definitely makes going back to frankemuth seem like a bad idea.

“You guys should work this out” Josh’s voice gets louder as he approaches me.

I turn to him, probably the only person who isn’t annoying me in this environment.

“Work out what? And with whom?” I bring my beer bottle up to my mouth.

“All this sexual tension between you and Jake” He arches an eyebrow at me.

I force a laugh and look at him. “Josh I know I am your dream sister-in-law, but Jake and I were just a couple of high school kisses”

Josh looks at me like he doesn’t believe a word I said.

When a girl who was from our class walks by us almost swallowing Josh with her gaze and he reciprocates, I look at him and laugh.

“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, I’ll be right back!” I get up from the bar and walk to the exit.

I look over my shoulder and see the girl approaching and sitting where I was. What was her name again? Bianca? Brianna? Or was it just Anna? Maybe it was Hanna. Well, I definitely don’t remember.

I hug my body as I step out onto the empty street and the cold air comes in contact with my skin.

I reach for the lighter and light a cigarette that is between my lips.

I choke when I notice a presence behind me.

“Do you have a lighter?”

I turn around already knowing who is there and hold out the lighter in Jake’s direction.

“Thank you”

I nod in response and he hands me back the lighter.

And then we remain in an uncomfortable silence until Jake decides to speak.

“Cool shirt” I laugh weakly at the terrible way to start the conversation and look at my old The Who shirt. And I keep laughing since Jake has seen this one hundreds of times.

“Thanks” I look at him, really. For the first time in the evening.

His hair is almost an inch below his shoulder. Bigger than it was when I last saw him.

I let out a puff of smoke and wish I had held my mouth when I speak. “Your girlfriend won’t like you smoking with another girl.”

Jake looks at me and I think I can see a half smile on his lips.

When I see the shit I’ve done. “I mean, I would! No no no, I mean that, oh fuck”

Jake laughs and takes his cigarette and I doubt it’s just nicotine what’s in there.

“She knows I’m smoking, she doesn’t know I’m smoking with a girl” Another drag. “I don’t think she would mind, or whatever, maybe she would.”

I focus my attention on the cigarette.

“Sorry” I say. “You know, for not answering you.

And why the fuck am I talking so much? I swear, I’ll never drink again.

When I moved to Florida for college and Jake moved to Nashville to pursue music, the only contact we had was the messages Jake sent me for a whole week, messages I never answered.

"All right, it would have been nice if you would have responded but.” He stops to bring the cigarette to his lips again. “But I guess I got over my broken heart.”

I give an anasalated laugh. “Do you have one?” I ask arching an eyebrow.

Jake laughs and focuses his gaze on me. “You know I do.”

I look away before Jake can see me blush.

I hold the cigarette between my lips and hug my body again in a failed attempt to ward off the cold.

I hear a movement coming from Jake but don’t turn to look at him.

I feel his hands on my shoulder which is now covered by his leather jacket.

I look at him and try to take his jacket off, but Jake tightens his hands on my shoulder.

“When you come in you give it back to me”

He pulls away but still keeps watch watching to see if I will take it or not.

I put some of my pride aside and embrace my survival instinct and accept the jacket, just so I don’t freeze to death. Just for that.

Jake tilts his head looking at me. “You’re still stubborn” He smiles.

“Some things never change” I speak, not realizing how well that fit for us.

Jake sighs and shakes his head.

Before being silent with Jake was comfortable and even kind of cozy. Because we both always knew what the other was thinking or wanted to say, so we didn’t have to say anything.

Now, it is uncomfortable and even a little scary to be silent with each other, for the same reason.

Even more frightening when Jake decides to break it. He throws the rest of his cigarette into a trash can behind him and comes over to me.

“Y/N, you know you just say anything and I’ll end it.”

“It? Jake, this is your fucking relationship.” I speak turning to him.

I throw the rest of my cigarette on the floor but sigh and reach down to pick it up. It’s not the environment’s fault, right?

When I stand again, Jake is closer and it is possible for our breaths to mingle now.

My whole body freezes as Jake comes closer.

But he just closes his eyes and rests his chin on my head as he slips one of his arms around my shoulder.

After a few seconds, I wrap both arms around his waist, and his hand begins to run through my hair.

And here we are, in a silly hug and acting like two idiots.

“We are chickens,” I whisper with my face in his chest.

The caresses in my hair stop for a few seconds until they return as Jake asks. “Chickens?”

“Yeah” I whisper, and lift my face a little to look at him. “Like, they’re birds, they have wings and everything, but you know.”

I smile sadly at Jake and continue talking. “They don’t fly.”

Jake looks confused at first and I make a mental note written, “NEVER DRINK ANY MORE AND NO MORE METAFORMS WITH ANIMALS.”

He smiles at me and puts a lock of hair behind my ear. “Yes, we are like chickens.”

We laugh together and I look into the bar as a Metallica song starts playing.

“We should get back” I speak and Jake seems reluctant to let go of me.

I walk past him to throw the rest of the cigarette in the trash and take off his jacket.

“Thanks” I hold out the jacket to him and Jake holds it up and heads towards the door.

I look over to where Josh and the girl I can’t remember the name of are standing together with some other acquaintances.

“See you around Jake” I walk into the bar.

“Bye, chicken” He winks at me still on the side if fuck and I have to hold myself back from laughing.

And then we say goodbye once again, not really knowing why we are doing this.

warnings:none

Requests: “[…]  a headcanon of the boys as best friends ^.^ like fun and cute stuff that they would do“

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Josh

• Josh is the kind of friend you can call anything and anywhere.
• His whole family considers you part of the family, which means that besides Josh you have to put up with Jake calling you a child, even though you are only 5 months apart. But at least you can do the same with Sam and Ronnie.
• He supports you in everything and will always be on your side.
• Whenever you both have free time, you do marathons of old movies while Josh complains that you will die from drinking too much soda.
• Stupid and senseless nicknames all the time.
• You could spend hours just talking to each other about everything.
• He is the kind of friend who says “I told you so” but pulls you in for a hug a second later.
• Josh rarely shows that he is upset about something, but when he is, you just know and then sit down and pat your own lap so he can rest his head there and you can stroke his hair.
• “Joshie!” You walk into his room, humming his nickname. “Did I mention I hate that nickname?” He speaks as he turns to the side so you can lie across from him on the bed, “I guess not today yet.” You smile innocently and push him away, causing Josh to almost fall off the bed. “Y/N!”

Jake

• Being Jake’s best friend means “being single.” Because every boy you go out with is jealous of him, and every girl he goes out with is jealous of you. Because from what people say, you are very close.
• But it definitely doesn’t stop you from teasing Jake when some random girl sends some kind of statement to him, and it also doesn’t stop him from teasing you whenever you cry for some kind of stupid guy.
• Spending the whole day listening to the blues while sharing a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette? Always, without hesitation.
• You are always the first person Jake shows you his guitar compositions.
• And he learned all your favorite songs so that he could play them for you when you were nervous.
• Every month there has to be a discussion between you and him about “doing a spa day”.
• The discussion ends with you and Jake moisturizing your hair in your bathroom and you begging him to let you comb his hair afterwards.
• Just two words: Sexual Tension
• “I really think we are soulmates.” Jake hands me the cigarette. “We definitely are.” I reply laughing. “But damn we would be the worst couple in the world.” He laughs incredulously and I choke on the smoke as I imagine this scene. “We would.” I agree laughing.

Sam

• Becoming friends with Sam when you were both 6 years old was the best thing you ever did in your life. Since then you are inseparable.
• Your favorite activities are camping and karaoke. In the latter Sam likes to make it clear why he decided to play bass instead of singing.
• You have played volleyball at school since the eighth grade. Sam never lost a game of yours. And he always made it clear that he was there, since every time you touched the ball he yelled things like “THAT’S MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND.”
• Since your 7th birthday, Sam is the first person to wish you a happy birthday, he always calls you at exactly midnight.
• And you do the same on his birthday.
• You do EVERYTHING together. First alcoholic drink? Together, hiding in the backyard of his house when you were 14.
• And this resulted in the worst fight between you. When you revealed that you had a crush on Josh and Sam freaked out that if you dated you would forget about him.
• But it’s okay, you got over it, and nowadays whenever Josh talks to you, Sam makes sure to remind you of your crush on him.
• “Sam, you’re drooling on my arm, you idiot!” you push his head away from your arm. “Let me sleep, Y/n! He says, leaning his head on my arm again. I snort when I see that he is already back to sleep.

Danny

• Danny is the sweetest, kindest friend you could ever have.
• You support each other through everything.
• When you passed your dream college he was freaking out just as much as you were.
• And when you moved away from the city to go to college. This doesn’t diminish your relationship.
• Almost every weekend Danny came to visit you or you went to visit him.
• And you would spend the whole weekend playing golf or Danny would spend the whole weekend trying to teach you drums.
• On vacation you decided to take a trip to the beach. And every time you got hit by a wave, Danny would cry with laughter.
• And to get revenge you would run out of the sea to get his clothes and hide them.
• "Ouch, Y/n!” Danny complains when you pull too hard on a lock of his hair as you finish your braid. “No complaints.” Danny mumbles something but has a smile on his face when you finish braiding his hair.

Jake kiszka x reader

warnings: alcohol; some dirty talks (no explicit scene); a little bit angst

A/N: hey guys i had this idea and i managed to write really fast so i thought i’d post since it’s been a few days since the last one!! I hope y'all like it!! <3 (and only if anyone is in doubt, yes I will post maneskin fics!! sorry for the delay! I’ll post soon)

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“Wake up, who cares about little boys that talk too much […] Let me be the one to hold you.”

“Oh my God! Do you want to kill me, Jake?” I am startled when I open the bathroom door and my flatmate appears in front of me.

“Were you planning on living in the bathroom?” he asks leaning one arm on the door.

“And you were counting how many minutes I was in the bathroom?"I cross my arms.

"It’s hard not to when you’ve been waiting more than ten minutes for someone to come out of the bathroom so you can pee.” He smiles falsely at me and nudges my waist lightly. “Now get out.”

I roll my eyes and sigh as I walk down the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house of some friend of Jake’s, who I didn’t make a point of asking his name.

The party around me seems more crowded than when I went upstairs to go to the bathroom, it gives me the feeling of suffocation, or maybe it’s because I can’t look away from the couple on the other side of the room, I can see her fingers running through his long hair as he whispers something in her ear.

“Why do you look like you’re about to commit murder?” I bring my hand up to my chest and stifle a scream of surprise.

“Damn, you’ve got to be kidding me, Jake!” I turn around in time to see Jake hold back a laugh.

“I brought beer!” He holds out a bottle in my direction.

I smile weakly at it. “No, thanks.” I can’t control my gaze and he turns back to the other side of the room, where Ethan’s lips are no longer on the blonde girl’s ear.

They are on her mouth.

“Actually, I want.” I turn quickly to Jake and take the bottle from his hand.

He looks at me confused but then lets out an anasalated laugh while drinking his own beer.

I try not to look across the room and try to distract myself with something else.

“Why do you still like him?” I raise my head to Jake, confused, and he discreetly points to Ethan.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I giggle and try to sound as sincere as possible.

Jake smiles weakly and looks at you. “When we were sophomores, you cried because he didn’t call you to prom.”

“Do you remember that?” My surprise makes me give up lying to him.

Jake shakes his head. “And two weeks ago you were freaking out because he followed you on instagram.”

“I did not freak out!” I push him lightly with my shoulder.

Jake laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “But that’s okay, I don’t think he can be any worse than Brian.”

When you hear the name of your first college boyfriend, for the first time in the night you push Ethan out of your thoughts. “Do you remember Brian? We only dated for two weeks!” I look at Jake in disbelief.

“Yeah, and you smeared two of my shirts with mascara from crying so much.”

I look away from him, embarrassed about my own love life.

“They’re coming here.”

I look at Jake in confusion, for just a second, as I quickly notice Ethan and the girl coming toward the staircase, which Jake and I are leaning against. The stairway that leads to dozens of rooms.

I don’t know if it’s the four beers I’ve had in the night that make me do this, or the thought of having yet another frustrating relationship, or maybe it’s the fucking smell of weed. I’m starting to think it’s possible to get high on smell alone.

“Kiss me.” I turn to Jake, raising my gaze.

He looks very surprised at the time and I see him swallow dryly as he looks at me. “What?”

“Just go, they’re coming.” I take a step towards him and Jake finally seems to understand why I am asking this.

I can hear a low “oh shit” against my lips before Jake runs his fingers through my hair and his other hand lightly holds my waist, he is still holding the beer bottle and the icy touch sends shivers through my body.

I hear footsteps behind me and that should be enough to stop me from running my fingers through Jake’s torso and moving closer to him, but it’s not.

It is Jake who stops the kiss, but he doesn’t pull away and his hand remains on my waist while the other goes down my arm. “I think they’re gone.” He speaks low.

“Yeah, sure.” I finally snap out of my trance and manage to pull myself away from Jake and try to ignore how much I miss his fingers on my skin. “Thank you.”

Jake gives me a sideways smile and runs his fingers over his mouth, “I’ll get you some more booze, do you want some?”

“No, thank you!” I smile at him. “For real now!” I laugh trying to improve the mood.

Jake smiles weakly and turns away heading towards the kitchen.

After a few minutes of trying to socialize with some friends, I decide to look Jake up and ask if we were going to leave together.

I think that tonight, I walked more than I have ever walked in my entire life. I went in the kitchen, up the stairs, to the bathrooms, in the front yard and all the way around twice more, but Jake was nowhere to be found and our friends were too drunk to answer my questions.

When Ethan bumps into me on one of my way down the stairs and offers me a ride, I give up looking for Jake.

                                                 *******

3 days, 1 week, 2 weeks…

Two weeks that I’ve barely seen Jake, even though we live in the same apartment.

It’s been two weeks since Jake hardly ever sleeps at home, two weeks since Ethan and I have been out every Thursday and Friday, two weeks since my routine has been to go to college, take more baths than necessary and spend more time in my room than is considered healthy, and two weeks since I can’t stop thinking about Jake.

And after we bumped into each other in the early morning hours earlier this week while arriving at the apartment at the same time, he coming home from a party and I coming home from a date with Ethan, everything got worse.

Now our good days and good nights are reduced to slight nods.

I lie in bed, frustrated, having cancel my date and thinking about what Jake does and where he goes when he leaves the house. Who he is with.

I finally hear the shower turn off and wait a few minutes to get up the courage to leave the room.

And when I do, it is at the same time that Jake comes out of the bathroom.

The sweatpants leave the bar of his underwear exposed, the towel he was using to dry his hair is thrown over his shoulder, and his long wet hair drips water all over his torso.

“I thought you’d left, sorry.” Jake breaks the silence and I look away from his body to his eyes.

I want to tell him that it’s okay, that it’s his apartment too, and I want to turn around and go back to my room, but the words come out before I can stop them.

“I think we need to talk.”

Jake sighs softly and fiddles with the towel nervously.

“I’m going to move.”

The words he says float around inside my mind and make no sense for a few seconds.

And suddenly all the guilt hits me, the guilt of asking him to kiss me, I feel guilt for all the times Jake cancelled his plans just so he could hold me in his arms when I would come back to him crying with a broken heart. I feel guilty for every prom he took me to and had to spend the whole night listening to me talk about other boys.

“If you need anything call me, I have to pack a few things.” Jake speaks low as he walks past me to go to his room.

And when he closes the door, I realize that I haven’t said anything. I haven’t done anything.

It’s as if my feet have a life of their own and in less than a second I am walking to his room. When I slam the door and lean my body against the wood, Jake looks at me in surprise.

When I look away from him, I see an open suitcase on the bed and his guitars already in their bags.

I go to the end of the bed and bend down to pick up the only guitar that is not already in its case, not knowing what I am doing I go to the wall full of posters so that I can hang the guitar back on its hook, where it should never have left.

Before I can get any closer to the wall, Jake reaches over and holds the guitar tightly, the sudden movement but causing my body to slam into his.

I try to pull the guitar back, like a tantruming child, but Jake grabs my wrist and moves closer to me.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” If we weren’t so close, I might not have even been able to hear his low voice.

“You don’t have to move, Jake.” I pull my face away just enough to look at him. “It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.” I swallow dryly trying to keep talking. “I messed up.”

Jake lets go of my wrist and I let him pick up the guitar, he hesitates but with his free hand he puts a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Do you really think it’s your fault?” He asks and his voice becomes calm and low, and my heart squeezes with the longing I feel for him.

I whisper a “yes” as he shakes his head and walks away leaving his guitar leaning against the wall, then he sits on the end of the bed and runs his fingers through his wet hair.

“You just did what I asked.” I slowly move closer to him but we still don’t touch. “You were only helping me.”

Jake lifts his head to face me seriously, his expression is almost one of anger, but his eyes make it clear that this anger is not directed at me.

“You think so?” His hands creep up to his knee and he grabs the fabric of his pants as he lets out a wry laugh. “You think me getting hard with a fucking kiss of less than 15 seconds would be helping you, Y/N?”

I feel my blood rise up my cheeks and try to look away from him, but I can’t.

Jake lowers his head and runs his fingers through his hair, but soon he is back to staring at me as he speaks. “Do you think I was helping you when I kissed you while I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you? Do you think that just because you asked me to kiss you I had to go out and fuck the first girl so I wouldn’t go begging you to come home with me and we did all the things I’ve been thinking about for years?”

The words come out of his mouth quickly, for the first time I see Jake not having control of his actions.

I take a deep breath and speak the only sentence I can formulate. “But you don’t have to leave.”

Jake sighs and lowers his face again and brings one of his hands to his face, sighing once more. “You don’t understand.” His voice comes out muffled over his hand. “If I stay here one more day without touching you, I will go crazy.”

The reaction this has on my body is almost painful, especially when I have to force my legs against each other as a form of relief. I want to scream at him saying that he can touch me. That I wish he would touch me, but I can only whisper.

“So touch me.”

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Request: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”

A/N: ok i definitely have to start apologizing for the delay!!!! and also saying that this is not the final part because I thought it best to share it because maybe it would be boring to read everything together hahaha. and I SWEAR I’ll try to post the last part (and all other requests lol) as soon as possible!! hope you guys like it

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“And you know that usually people knock on the door before they come in, right?” Jake looks at Sam, who responds with a grimace.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He laughs. “But could the couple in love give me the privacy to take a shower, since someone spilled ice cream on me?” He looks at Poppy pretending to be annoyed but she just gives him a smile.

My mind is a mess after what Sam said, first: couple in love? second: him and poppy? and third: wow it’s probably going to be hard to get the huge ice cream stain off Sam’s shirt.

I don’t realize that Jake has gotten up from the couch until he holds out his hand for me to do the same.

I put my hand in his and stand up and feel the effect of the whiskey as the bus turns a little, Jake holds my hand tighter and laughs weakly.

“Bye bye babies!” Sam waves to us as we get off the bus and just when I think Poppy is going to do the same as us, she closes the bus door staying inside.

Jake turns to me to say something but before he can start, I interrupt him for fear that he might want to talk about what just happened.

“It’s 30 minutes until the show, we should go, right?” I don’t give Jake time to answer, I pull him towards the festival and realize that we are still holding hands.

I hear Jake laugh behind me and he walks to my side, without letting go of my hand.

When we get to the stage, everyone is already there except Sam and Poppy, obviously.

When Josh and Luke turn to greet us I let go of Jake’s hand and he looks embarrassed and shoves his hand in his pants pocket but I’m not sure and don’t even turn to him as I walk over to my friends wishing no one had noticed anything.

I stand between Ana and Jet while Jake stands next to Danny and Lexa, and I mentally curse myself for not being able to take my eyes off him.

Adam and Josh start handing out cans of beer to everyone, when Josh comes over to me and Ana, I dismiss the beer with a hand gesture and then he hands the can to Ana and I swear I could see them exchanging smiles at this point.

Institutionally I turn my head toward Jake to see if he’s looking at them too, but when I turn around, he’s looking at me.

He smiles at me and without a second thought I smile too.

I don’t know how many minutes go by when we see the band take the stage. The whole festival goes crazy at this point.

And for the first time since Jake and I kissed a few minutes ago, I can think about things other than him.

After about 20 minutes I get tired of dismissing the drinks that Josh and Adam offer me and before I know it I am opening my second can of beer.

I really enjoy that show, especially when I sing Satisfaction along with Lexa and Luke while the others imitate the sounds of the instruments with their mouths.

When the show ends I turn to my friends in disbelief. “They didn’t play Angie? What the fuck?” they all laugh because I’m probably too shocked.

“OK, come on! We have to start packing things for the bonfire.” Lexa starts, she is the most sober of us all. “And I swear I’ll serenade you by singing Angie for you, Y/N!”

Lexa puts her arms around my shoulder and I smile at her.

Ana walks past us and pushes us lightly. “Ew, I’d rather lose my ears than hear Lexa sing, Y/N please spare us this horror show”

Lexa shows her middle finger to Ana, I think that is the meanest thing she can do.

We all start walking towards the buses stopping several times in the middle of the way to take pictures of ourselves posing idiotically with an analog camera that Josh brought.

When we almost get to our bus, Lexa starts telling us what each of us has to do. Because she is Lexa and she is the only one who is good at turning us into organized humans.

“Y/N, can you grab some of our chairs at the back of the bus?”

“Sure!” I head toward the bus to open the back door.

“Ana asked me to come help you” I turn to Jake, who is leaning against the side of the bus.

Of course Ana did it, obvious!

I try not to show any reaction as I smile at him and he moves closer so that he can get more chairs.

Our shoulders touch each other all the time as we get the seats.

For the first time the silence between the two of us was uncomfortable.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks as I lean forward to grab a chair that is at the end of the compartment but my fingers don’t even reach the chair.

“Yeah, it was amazing” Jake makes the same motion as me and manages to grab the chair much faster than I. “Did you enjoy it?” I look at him over my shoulder.

“Yeah” Jake smiles and starts stacking the chairs to make it easier to carry. “I liked everything that happened today”

I feel my cheeks burn and I look away and focus my attention on the last chair inside the bus.
Maybe he wasn’t talking about the kiss, right? Maybe it’s the concerts and lunch.

As I pull the last chair out of the bus and start stacking it the same way Jake is doing, I reply. “I liked everything that happened today too”

Stop distracting your bf, he’s doing an interview

Tear You Apart

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, m-dom/f-sub, voyeurism, edging, oral (f-recieving), over stimulation, dacryphilia, m-masturbation, spit, hairpulling, spanking,slight degradation (???),spit (are we surprised?)

Word Count | 3k words

Authors Note | So I found this idea through @alliebooponthis post and knew I HAD to write it… I’m literally the biggest whore for dom!jake and just the idea of this has me weak in the knees. Full warning that the fic takes a whole ass 180 halfway through because I don’t know how to stay consistent.

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“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” You clutch the sheets and grind your hips down onto Jake’s mouth, his tongue laid out flat for you to work against. Keeping your eyes on him, let alone open is a difficult task but you obey nonetheless, watching from your seated position on the bed as he’s knelt with his face pressed between your thighs.

“More, Jake, please.” Your hips are pushing against him harder now, moving with the sole purpose of reaching the orgasm you’ve been chasing for the past forty minutes.

He acknowledges your request with a simple nod and brings his fingers to trace over your entrance, preparing to push into you. He teases you, only dipping in down to his first knuckle before pulling out and repeating that movement over and over again. The warmth in your stomach is almost growing overwhelming now, the need to find your release becoming so pertinent that when Jake pulls away you want to scream.

“Please, please don’t stop.” You reach to pull him closer by his hair “Please Jake, I’m so close, let me cum, I need it.”

Your babbling doesn’t phase him, he still rises from his knees to sit on the bed with you. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he slips down his pants and pulls out his dick. You give a frustrated huff and slide your hand between your legs but Jake swats it away.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re gonna sit there like a good girl and watch me get myself off. If you touch yourself I’ll edge you for the rest of the night.”

He’s done this a few times before, made you watch him just to wind you up even more but he’d never gone so far as to already have denied you multiple orgasms before teasing you like this. You bow your head and give a small nod which prompts him to start moving. Before he even touches himself he leans over and lets a small trail of spit drop from his mouth and onto the head of his dick. The movement was so sensual, so intimate, probably just an afterthought or something he’s does unconsciously when he’s all alone. Your body is trembling just watching him as he starts to pump himself, his head is already tipped back and his plump lips are glossy from spit, mouth open in an o shape.

The soft groans that leave his lips make you ache and you wish you could relieve the building need between your legs but you know you can’t disobey him. He starts to buck up into his hand letting out soft breaths on each offbeat. You’re growing wetter by the second as you watch him writher under his own touch. Jake starts to work against himself faster and harder, chasing his release with a growing fervor.

“Does that feel good Jakey?” You hum, shifting your hips in hopes of relieving some pressure.

He responds with a grunt and thrusts harder against his hand. At some point his hair has fallen into his face and it practically sets your body on fire with how disheveled he looks. Without thinking your hand snakes down your stomach, hoping that you can appease the ache in your core with just a few circles of your fingers.

You gasp, realizing that you just blatantly disobeyed Jake’s only command and when his eyes meet yours and your hand is still drawing circles on your clit your chest fills with anxiety.

“Jake, I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Please keep going, I’ll be good, I didn’t mean it.” Your heart is racing so fast you can feel beating against your ribcage. Jake is just sitting silently, his hand having stopped moving. His expression reads as bored which spurs you on more. “Jakey, baby, I’m sorry please, It was an accident, I wasn’t thinking. I–”

“–Are you done?” He runs a finger over his bottom lip distractedly.

Huffing out an incredulous sigh you stare at him, completely wide eyed. “I just–”

“I don’t care. Are you finished?”

“I- uh.” You sputter, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. “Yes. I’m done, sorry.”

“You remember the light system, if you need me to stop, under any circumstances you say red. What colour are you?”

“Green.” You breathe, looking into your lap to keep from meeting his eyes.

Almost as soon as the words pass your lips Jake is pouncing on you, forcing both of your wrists to the bed on either side of you head. He attacks your lips feverishly and grinds his cock against your bare cunt. A moan drags from your throat but it’s quickly stifled when Jake shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“No more noise from you.” He growls, then leans into your ear “Use the taps if you need to, okay? One, two, three.” He demonstrates by tapping your wrist with the hand that’s circling it. You nod frantically, begging him to continue with whatever he has planned for you. “Are you going to be quiet?” He slips his fingers out of your mouth and wipes the spit onto your lips as some sort of belittling gesture.

“I swear.” You mutter but as soon as the words pass your lips you regret it, knowing that you already disobeyed the rules he’s set out for you.

“You are not very good at following rules tonight.” He chides, tapping his index finger over your bottom lip. Jake shifts so he can hold both of your hands above your head with one of his own and then he wraps his other around your throat, gripping it harshly and pulling you up so your lips are inches apart “I am going to fucking ruin you.” He spits the words at you venomously and it makes your heart race. “Turn around, ass up.”

When he relinquishes his grip on your wrists you scramble onto all fours, presenting yourself to him with your back arched. The fact that he hasn’t properly touched you yet makes your skin crawl, especially from such a vulnerable position, also coupled with the fact that you can’t see him. The bed dips under his weight behind you and you breathe a sigh of relief, now that you know where he is your anxiety eases slightly.

In one quick movement, one that you barely register, Jake’s hand sinks into your hair and pulls you against him so your back is flush with his chest. I groan falls past your lips at the sensation, sparks of pain shooting through your nerves that soon give way to a not-so-new feeling of pleasure. His body is now bare and you can feel how hot his skin is against yours. To hold you against him better he uses his other hand to grasp your throat, pining you against him but not restricting airflow. The hand in your hair releases it’s hold but you still keep your head tipped back onto his shoulder, not that you really have a choice from how he’s holding your neck.

You can practically feel your arousal slipping down your thighs and in a lame attempt to gain some relief you push your hips back against him, his cock slipping along the curve of your ass.

Jake tsks you at you “Cut that out.”

You have to stop yourself from whining, not sure if you can handle any more punishment tacked onto whatever he has planned for you. You expect him to tease you a little bit more so when he pushes into you a startled moan is knocked loose from your lungs. Jake doesn’t comment on the noise with words, only puts a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck with the pads of his fingers. Within just a few thrusts you can already start to feel yourself creeping towards the edge of release, having already been denied a few orgasms already. Jake bucks up into you harshly, holding you against him with an immovable grip on your neck and a frim hand on your stomach.

“Are you close already?” He whispers, goosebumps rising in his wake where he spoke against your neck.

You mumble out an unintelligible word of affirmation rocking your hips into his. Snaking a hand behind you, you thread your fingers into his hair and pull, keeping him tight against you. Your knees are screaming from holding your weight and you can imagine Jake feels the same. Almost as though he read your thoughts he pushes you down onto all fours again, twirling your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he has something to hold on to while his other hand sits loosely on your hip.

“Don’t you fucking cum, not until I tell you to.”

A string of gasps stutters out of you as he pushes into you to a hilt, rolling his hips before retreating and slamming in again. Your entire body is shaking and you’re getting impossibly close to coming undone. Without a real thought to it you draw your hand to trace circles over your clit but in response to your actions Jake brings his hand down against your ass, letting go of your hair. Your body jolts forwards and a cry tears through your throat, melting into a moan when he soothes his hand over the spot he hit.

“You liked that didn’t you? My dirty girl.”

His words go straight to you cunt, the building of your orgasm becoming so unbearable that you couldn’t possibly hold it for any longer.

“Jake, please–” You huff out a breathy moan when his thrusts become sharper, falling forward so your chest is against the mattress you grip the sheets to the point that you’re knuckles turn white. “–I’m so close, please let me cum, please.” The last word is strained, your throat going dry as your eyes well with tears.

Once again fisting your hair he pulls you up so you’re on all fours again, back arching, and eyes squeezed shut. “No. Get on your knees.” He pulls out of you without another word and jerks himself harshly against your lips once you’ve pulled yourself to kneel in front of him. “Open up baby.”

Laying your tongue out for him you place your hands in your lap and wait patiently as he continues to stroke his cock. Jake’s entire body is shuddering, his breathing becoming erratic and with a few more thrusts into his hand he cums all over your tongue. You swallow it down almost greedily, licking a stripe up his dick from base to tip as if to thank him.

“You look so pretty like that.” He caresses the side of your face and presses his thumb against your lips.

You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, allowing him to slide his thumb over your tongue. Closing your lips you run your tongue along the digit and bob your head to imitate a far more obscene act. The throbbing between your legs blazes anew when he rescinds his thumb from your mouth and beckons you further up towards his face by gripping your chin.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Once again you lay out your tongue for him, presenting your open mouth by tipping your head back. A shiver runs harshly down your spine when his hold on you tightens and he bends over so his mouth is above yours. You wait with bated breath until finally he gives you a smirk and spits into your mouth. You’ve tried this once before and the fluttering in your cunt goes to show how much you enjoy it.

You have to work up the courage to speak, to voice your needs. There’s a possibility that he will continue to deny you your release but you hold fast and stay hopeful. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“And what makes you think you can make such a request?”

Frustration blooms in your chest and mixes with the ache between your thighs. “I’ve been good! I’ll be good, just please–” You hang your head but then peer at him once again through your lashes “–Please Jake.”

You can see his resolve cracking, his eyes softening at your pleas. An empathetic tilt of his lips tells you that he’s decided to let you off the hook… or so you think.

“Where you do you want me baby?”

You lay on your back and spread your legs for him, your dripping cunt on display. “Here, Jakey, touch me here.” Gently circling his wrist, you drag his hand between your legs.

“You want me to touch your pretty pussy baby, you want me to finally make you cum?”

You want to believe that he will, that he’ll let you off easy and give in to your requests. Arching your back you tip your head further into the bed and push yourself into his face.

“So eager–” Jake runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick and bringing it too his lips. “–So sweet.”

Your body goes into overdrive, the feeling of his hands on you makes you think you cum from that simple bit of contact. “Please– Jake please, I need you.”

He hums, low and sultry, skating his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. “Look at you, you’re trembling, do you want me that bad baby?”

You whine and arch into his touch when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit. The pressure isn’t nearly enough so you grind your hips down onto him but he pulls back. “No, please don’t stop.” You reach frantically for his hands, pulling him back to you.

“But you sound so pretty begging for me.” The look on his face is pure sin as he regards you from his kneeling position. Huffing out a sigh he lifts his hands in surrender “Fine but only because you look so fucking perfect looking at me like that.”

You hold your breath as you watch him get down onto his stomach and lower his mouth to curl his tongue against your clit. A sigh falls past your lips as he starts to work against you. He doesn’t wait to push two fingers inside of you, clearly he has a set goal in mind. It barely takes anything for you to start pumping your hips against his hand, your fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer.

“Fuck– I’m–” Your words are cut short when Jake’s fingers brush over your g spot which sends your reeling, now teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Jake–”

Your chest is heaving and you’re grinding yourself down against his tongue as hard as you can, chasing your release feverishly. You can feel him smirk against you and it should have registered as a warning sign but your lust-clouded brain didn’t fully process it until Jake started to pull away, right when your thighs begin to shake.

“Fuck! Jake no–” Tears are welling in your eyes now, your throat tightening. “Please, please, Jake, I’ll be so good–” You sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing at his throat and jawline, hoping to get a reaction. “Please Jake, let me cum, please.”

“Shhh baby, shhh.” Jake wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. His hair tickles your neck as he leans into your ear, his voice dropping to a husky tone “Just know, if you disobey me again, it’s going to be a whole lot worse than this.”

“I’m sorry, Jakey. I swear it won’t happen again.”

“Good.”

Jake shifts beneath you, lifting you up by your hips until he has enough room to drag his dick up to your entrance and let you sink down on him.

“Go on baby, fuck yourself on me, get yourself off.”

You don’t even register his words, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you but this time on your own terms. He doesn’t move beneath you, giving you full control. Jake’s hands are on your hips, fingertips digging into you hard enough to bruise.

“You feel so good–” A gasp steals your breath when Jake presses his fingers to your clit and starts to rub tight, slow circles against it. “Faster, please, Jake.”

He obliges, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as quickly as he can while keeping in time with the way you’re riding him. You dig your nails into his back and fight the urge to bite down on his shoulder, your orgasm fast approaching.

“I can feel you squeezing around me, are you close baby?”

“So close– Fuck– Can I cum, Jakey? Please?” Your words are slurred and whiny, spoken into the tan flesh of his clavicle.

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

Throwing your head back and rutting against him as fast and hard as you possibly can your orgasm finally washes over you. Your entire body feels like its flooded with warmth and then cold sparks of pleasure creep up your spine. Your eyes are squeezed shut and a moan is tearing through your chest. With the way your clenching around Jake you know he’s not gonna last much longer. Finally he starts to move inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm while trying to reach his own. With a few more quick juts of his hips Jake releasing deep inside of you reaching a standstill once you’ve both come down.

Wordlessly Jake lifts you off of him and lays you down before standing and scooping you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet while he runs the bath. Your bones feel like Jello and your head is heavy. Instead of giving you toilet paper to clean yourself up he get you to move to the edge of the toilet so he can clean up your thighs.

Once the bath is full and you’re situated against his chest, his legs framing your own you close your eyes and lay your head back on his shoulder. “I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

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Dancing In The Kitchen - Greta Van Fleet

A/N: I’ve had this for a while and just hadn’t posted it. I’m really trying to finish the Danny fic and the Sam fic I’ve got, but writers block has been kicking my ass. Over the last couple days I’ve been thinking of cute shit more than smut. If I do think of smutty scenarios, they’ve been more cute and playful- like my mood has been. There’s also some things i’m trying to improve on as far as writing smut, so yea. Anyways, i’m just rambling Enjoy this cute, cliché fluff. I HIGHLY encourage you all to listen to the songs paired.❤️

WARNINGS: None really. These are just cute and short. There’s some language and Mentions of anxiety if you squint, but that’s it.

••••

Josh:

‘Where The Boys Are’ - Connie Francis

You jolted awake at the terrifyingly loud rumble of thunder. The storm had been raging on for hours, starting just before you and Josh had gone to bed. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand carefully, as not to disturb Josh and the time read 1:30 a.m.

You laid back down in attempt to go back to sleep, but it was useless. The nearly constant thunder continuously startling you.

So, you decided to pull yourself out of bed quietly and go down to the kitchen.

You brought your phone down with you, turning on a random playlist you had made with Josh one night, letting it play softly while you made a mug of tea.

You smiled to yourself when ‘Where The Boys Are’ by Connie Francis filled your ears. A song you and Josh had danced to many years prior, before the two of you were even dating, when you’d agreed to go prom with him.

You swayed around the kitchen, searching for the mug you always used. trying to distract yourself from the obnoxious storm.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” Josh questioned with a sleepy chuckle. A goofy smile plastered on his face from the sight of you. “Did the storm wake you?”

“Yeah, and I couldn’t go back to sleep… So I came down here to make tea.” You explained, grinning at him as he approached you.

“Mmm, this is our song isn’t it?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving you to the music with him. “It is…” You hummed softly.

Josh spun you around to face him, hands moving to your hips as he continued to sway. “I remember how beautiful you looked at prom… And you just keep getting more beautiful by the day. I can’t take it.” He throws his head back dramatically, earning a stream of girlish giggles from you- Much like high school.

“Quit before I start blushing.” You scolded playfully, watching him intently as he met your eyes again. “That’s just what I want. You’re so precious when you’re blushing for me.” He teased, placing gentle kisses to both of your now red cheeks.

A loud clash of thunder startled you, making you jump in Josh’s hold. His eyes softened, pulling you into his chest. “I’m right here, mama. Let’s keep dancing.”

You relaxed into his strong, warm arms, swaying with him to the last bit of the song. Leaning your head against his chest, you started to feel sleepy again and Josh took notice right away. He reached forward, shutting the the stove off and removing the kettle.

“Come on, baby. Let’s just go back to bed, yeah?” All you could do was nod I return.

He picked you up bridal style, securing your in his arms and walking to the island where your phone was laying- The last few notes of the song cutting through your sleepy state.

“Where the boys are..” You sang softly and sleepily up at Josh, who gazed down at you warmly. He finished the final lyric with a soft smile. “Someone waits for me.”

••

Danny:

‘Danny’ - Lesley Gore

You paraded around the kitchen, dancing and singing. Numerous different cooking items were strung along the counters, in an attempt to make Danny a nice dinner before he got home.

You’d put on one of your custom records, turning it up pretty loud, as to hear it from the kitchen.

“Cause Dannyyy, sends me flowers and candy-“ You sang somehow gracefully along with the song; one that happened to be one of your absolute favorites and it was pretty obvious why. “-He’s my one and only Danyyy, every hour of the day!”

Little did you know that Danny had actually come home early, and was now standing in the doorway of your kitchen, watching you ever so lovingly.

“He’ll tell me it’s time that his name and mi- Holy FUCK!” You screeched when you turned around to see Danny, now leaning against the island with a wide smile on his face.

“And I’ll be Danny’s, I’ll belong to my Dannyyy-“ He started singing to you, walking around to wrap you in a hug. “-I walked around beside my Dannyyy, He’ll be mine forever more.” You couldn’t help the smile that broke over your face, despite your pounding heart from being scared half to death.

“Sorry I scared you, sweetheart.” He apologized, placing a kiss to your temple. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you home so early.” You laughed lightly, but it quickly faded into a dramatic, playful groan. “Oh my god, how much of that did you see?” You asked, gesturing around to where you had been dancing and singing.

“Mmm… Just early enough to hear you singing “Dannyyyy sends me flowers and candyyy!”” He mimicked you and you smacked his chest. “Oh, lovely.” You rolled your eyes, returning back to the pot at the stove.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be your forever more.” He chuckled, quoting the song yet again. Your head tipped back in a genuine laugh. “Oh, shut up.”

••

Sammy:

‘Cupid’ - Sam Cooke

You were always getting into little contests with Sammy. Whether it was just for pure fun, or to settle an argument, it was a common thing the two of you.

Sammy’s record player rang through his apartment, one of his Sam Cooke records spinning away- Not so successfully drowning out your bickering.

“I’ll have you know i’m a master baker.” He waved his spatula at you in emphasis. “You say You’re a “master’ at everything, yet you’ve never proven that.” You scoffed, already rolling your dough out on the counter.

“You’re going way too fast!” Sam whined, gesturing down to your hands that were working your dough on the counter. “You’ve messed up your portions like… three times. Maybe you should be using a box instead of trying to make it from scratch.”

“Right, right. Because only you can bake from scratch, Y/N.” Sam grumbled, pumping the air in success when he finally got his dough to form.

You both finally got all your cookies cut out and on trays, with surprisingly very little bickering.

Sam passed you his tray of cookies and you slid it into the over above your own.

“How long do they need?” He asked, glancing around at the mess you’d both made. “I’m gonna give them about twelve minutes to start.” You told him, closing the oven.

“Oh, this is such a good song.” Sam said, barely waiting for your to get the oven mitts off, before he was pulling you to him. “Dance with me.”

It caught you off guard a little. Sam of course was very playful and touchy… but this was bit more than normal, even for Sammy.

Looking directly into your eyes, and swaying gently, he started singing.

“Now, I don’t mean to bother you but I’m in distress. There’s a danger of me losing all of my happiness-“ You looked at him rather confused, but he just shook his head and continued. “For I love a girl who doesn’t know I exist… And this you can fix.” Your mouth fell open slightly, mind bombarding you with a thousand thoughts per second it felt like.

“So, Cupid, draw back your bow.. and let your arrow go. Straight to my lovers heart, for me…” He paused, looking directly in to your soul so it felt like. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You searched his eyes for any possible signs of what he could be getting at. “I’m in love with you.” He confessed boldly, eyes never straying away from yours. A smile pulled at your lips immediately, your heart swelling up in your chest so much, you were sure it was going to explode. Sam’s smile matched your own, patiently waiting for your answer- because somehow he knew you felt the same.

“And I love you, Sammy.”

••

Jake:

‘Everybody Loves Somebody’ - Dean Martin

You were sitting wide awake at your kitchen bar top, anxiously waiting for Jake to return home from a lengthy leg of their tour.

It was nearly twelve in the morning, and you had put on one of Jake’s records, in hopes to soothe your racing, jittery heart. You laid your head into your arms against the countertop, doing your best to be patient, until finally you heard keys in the door. You shot up, becoming practically lightheaded at the sound of his voice.

“Y/N?! Are you awake?” His warm, gravely voice tore through your ears, in a way that hearing his voice over the phone could never do. He must have heard the commotion of you getting out of the barstool, stumbling all too quickly through the door of the kitchen. He dropped his bag at the sight of you, rushing to pull you tightly into his chest.

“God, I fucking miss you.” He breathed out, inhaling back your sweet, warm scent. “I missed you, too, Jake:” It came out almost as a whimper.

“Were you anxious before I got here?” He questioned, taking notice to your trembling form. You nodded against his chest and you could feel the vibrations through it, when he hummed in acknowledgment.

“I’m here now, angel. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured softly, beginning to rock side to side.

“Everybody loves somebody sometime. And although my dream was overdue..” Jake sang along softly into your ear. “Your love made it well worth waiting-“ He paused, peering down at you. Your heart rate has slowed, finally relaxing in his arms completely. “-For someone like you.”

A small smile formed on your lips, basking in the love and safety you were finally feeling from Jake again.

You followed Jake upstairs, crawling into bed while he quickly showered.

It didn’t take him long, not wanting to be away from you for a minute longer.

“Come here.” He coaxed, climbing into bed beside you with his arms wide open for you. You cuddled into him without hesitation, his heartbeat and warm scent calming you instantly. “I’m so happy you’re home.” Jake could tell you were fighting sleep though; part of you worried you’d wake up and he’d be gone again.

“Shhh, go to sleep, angel. I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere.”