#jake kisza fluff
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Cream & Sugar 8 (2/2)
Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader
Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Smut, Riding, a little bit of spanking, a minute of some unease,a little bit of girl x girl, nothing to crazy happens. If I missed ANYTHING please let me know. Also, this is a 18+ blog so minors DNI
Word Count: 6.7k
Authors Notes: Here ya guys go :) hoping to have part 9 up by New Years. Enjoy my loves!
Previous Part
“You’re taking me to a dinner where Mr. Costello the leader of the fucking mob is hosting?”
Jake gave you a blank stare before the corners of his lips turned upward.
“What’s wrong? You sound a little scared.” He teased you before jumping out of the car - walking leisurely over to your door, opening it with a grin that could give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.
“I’m not scared.” You scoffed at him, waving away his hand that was stretched out towards you.
“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” You jumped out of the car, landing with a soft thud.
Jumping as you felt two calloused hands grabbing at your hips, spinning you around so your face was met with the base of his neck - forcing you to crane yours backwards so you could make contact with the coffee irises that were peering down at you over the bridge of his nose.
“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” Jake parroted back, reaching down to palm at your ass cheek, making you jolt forward even more into him. Feeling a blush starting to rise on your cheeks as you felt his dick starting to harden against your stomach, cursing to yourself that you were out in public when you wanted nothing more than to drop to the gravel and suck his cock right then and there.
Your eyelids fluttering shut as you felt the his hot breath hitting the side of your neck, his tongue making a line to the bottom of your earlobe - him creating a small distance between his mouth and your ear to whisper in a menacing tone “I could list all the things he would want to do to you…..sucks for him though..because you’re mine, you’ll always be mine, won’t you baby?”
Fuck. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. Trying to even out your breathing, you took in a deep breath - which backfired. New Cologne? You thought as you took in the scents of what he was wearing, he was clean smelling but had a hint of Vanilla to him with the smallest note of cigar smoke on him. Normally that would turn you off, give you an ick. But on him? On him it turned you on even more - thinking about him sitting in his office, chair pushed away from his desk, legs opened wide, but not too wide, just the perfect distance for you to fit right in between watching him wrap with plump lips around the end of the cigar. His eyes closed as he inhaled the smoke and slowly exhaled.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Jake teased you, placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your lips as you felt him starting to add in a sucking motion.
Taking a final deep breath - trying to engrave the smell of him into your brain. Raising both hands to his pecs, you gave a gentle tap before pushing him away from you.
“Can we go now?”
“Not until you answer my question?” Jake raised an eyebrow up at you, tilting his head silently telling you to go on and answer him.
“Of course I’ll always be.”
“You’ll always be what?” That cheeky bastard.
“Jake…”
“Y/n.”
“I’ll always be yours.” You mumbled, staring down at your black pumps.
“Huh? What was that?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face.
“I’ll always be yours daddy.”
Turning abruptly on your heels, you started to make a beeline for the glass doors that are holding paradise behind them - before you could get too far, a strike was delivered to your left ass cheek and a arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“That’s what I thought.”
Jake mumbled against your head and giving a quick kiss to the top of it. Not that you were complaining, but Jake has been more touchy since the two of you had left Greenville - it didn’t matter what you were doing or where you were going but he always had to be touching you. At first you noticed it with the way he always loop his pinky finger around yours when the two of you would be walking but then it started becoming more obvious with the way how he would always pull you in tightly beside him, pressing himself against you - almost as if he wanted to live in your skin or vice versa.
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You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been in the mall - but you would assume it had been at least several hours, based on the fact that Jake would drag you into every store that crossed your path. He didn’t care about the protests and whines that would leave your mouth, instead he would just tug on your hand with a smirk each time mumbling ‘It’s not going to kill you’.
An eyebrow arching everytime he would check out and the total amount was always in the high hundreds or low thousands. Even though you knew how much the man in the cream colored shirt was worth beside you, it never failed to send a shock to your system. As you watched him swipe his black credit card you could hear that singular sentence he would always state everytime you would protest on how much he was spending, ‘It’s just money…I’ll make it back”.
The thing that really got you going? It was always the look on the cashiers face when they realized who it was standing in front of them. Either a look of fear or desire would grace their faces - the first time it happened you were embarrassed but by the second time, it gave you a power trip. Now you completely understood why Jake is the way he is. Afterall, it is his world and we just live in it.
“C’mon.”
While you were in your own little world you failed to see the store that was up ahead - Agent Provocateur . The lingerie store that haunts your dreams. Jake absolutely loved putting you in the provocative undergarments, but you on the other hand? You absolutely hated it. At first you loved the idea of it, knowing that he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. Of Course your curiosity got the better of you, so you looked up the catalog online and all you saw were women that you envy. They were everything that you wished you could look like for Jake, scratch that, they were just the women that you wished you looked like in general.
“I don’t want to go in there.” You mumbled, pulling back on his hand when he tried to move you towards the store's opening.
“Stop sulking. I’ll buy you a cookie when we’re done.”
“And a milkshake?”
“And a milkshake.” Jake smiled at you, feeling on top of the world as he finally pulled you into the store.
You could feel your breath tightening in your throat as the overwhelming scent of jasmine and rose filled your nose. Or maybe it was due to the fact that the store was covered in a promiscuous lighting, the dark gray carpet with black lines swirling around it, or the mannequins being placed all throughout the store covered in scanty clothing.
“Hello, welcome to Agent Provocateur. I’m Tara. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Oh for fucks sake. You rolled your eyes as you took in the sight of the women before you. She looked just like them - just like the women in the catalog. Of Course she does.
“We need one of the suites.” Jake smiled at the short blonde, turning on his charm.
“Of course Mr. Kiszka. I’ll take you back to your usual. Would you like a bottle of Dom Perignon as well?”
Jake pulled you along beside him as he followed her towards what you assumed was his usual suite. Your stomach was turning a mile a minute as you thought about all the girls that he had taken to the store. How many women were there before me? Your stomach was turning even more when you saw the looks that Tara was giving Jake. The eye contact was intense, the way she giggled whenever he spoke. He’s not that funny.
“Here we are. Is there a certain set you had in mind Mr. Kis-”
“Please call me Jake.”
“Sir, that's against policy, you know that.”
“No, I insist. I prefer it.” That smug bastard. You weren’t sure what he was up to but you knew he had something planned - the gears in your head going a mile a minute.
“Jake…” She paused for a second looking deep into his eyes before blushing “Is there a certain set that you would like me to bring back here?”
“Not really. I do happen to love seeing y/n in purples, reds and greens. Obviously I want support but the least amount of clothing. Thank you.”
Jake dismissed her while pulling you further into the suite. Clearing his throat when you took the liberty of walking away from him, examining everything in the room - the plush black couch, the sleek black table sitting beside it with two champagne flutes on top, a door that was left slightly ajar, to what you assumed was where you were actually supposed to change.
“Yes?” You turned around after feeling the heat from his stare on the back of your head for a couple of minutes.
“You okay?” He arched an eyebrow at you before taking a seat on the couch - placing his elbows on the back of the couch and making a show of him spreading his thighs, lifting his hips gently before setting them down.
“Peachy.”
“Drop the attitude. I’m doing something nice for the both of us.”
“And how exactly is this fo-”
You were cut off to the sound of a knock on the door, silently cursing at yourself for not closing the door after Tara.
“Sorry if I’m intruding, I have a couple of items for you to try and I have the champagne. Where would you like me to put it Jake?”
Jake smiled wickedly at you before turning his head to face her.
“Actually, could you pour me a glass?”
“Of course.” Tara finished wheeling in the rack of undergarments, closing the door in the process and practically skipping over to the table to crack open the bottle.
Anything to please Jake. Your cheeks were turning red as the situation pissed you off even more. She was practically undressing him with her eyes when she brought the flute over to him.
“Would you like one as well, Y/n?” She then turned her attention towards you, her green eyes sparkling in the light.
“That won't be necessary. Pour yourself a glass. Y/n here, is going to try on a couple of outfits for us.”
“Ja-”
“Try the purple one’s on first.”
Tara’s lips started to turn upward as her eyes flickered in between you two. With an exaggerated flip of your neck, you made your way over to the rack of clothing grabbing every hanger that had an article of purple clothing on them and made your way to the dressing room - making sure to slam the door shut behind you. Sinking down to floor and pausing for a second, all of this starting to become overwhelming. You knew that Jake loved flirting with every women that came across his line of sight, but this? This was horrible.
You couldn’t quite make out what Jake and Tara were saying out there but you could hear the different voice octaves and it made your heart start beating harder than it ever has before. Fuck. Rubbing a hand over your face and taking a deep breath, you decided that enough was enough and you needed to get the show on the roll. The quicker you put on your lingerie, the quicker this day would be over.
Looking at the pieces in front of you, you sighed, grabbing the set that would cover more skin then the other pieces that look like they would barely cover a nipple. Stripping off your clothes slowly, you paid attention to every detail that you could see in the mirror - the stretch marks on your thighs, how soft your tummy looked, how your right breast was slightly bigger than your left. Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t help but compare yourself to the woman on the other side of the room sharing laughter with your sugar daddy.
Taking another deep breath, you adjusted the lace fabric over your breasts one more time before turning towards the door and pulling it open. The conversation between Tara and Jake had ceased as you came into view - raising an eyebrow as you noticed her sitting on the couch beside Jake, legs crossed with a champagne flute in her right hand while her left hand was resting on his thigh. He was sitting with his back pressed against the couch with his face a light red almost like he just got done laughing. Great, here come the tears again. Blinking your eyes to try to rid yourself of them, you stood awkwardly, not sure how to position yourself.
“What do you think Tara?” Jake kept his eyes on you as he directed the question to the woman who started rubbing her hand in a smoothing motion on his thigh.
“You want me to be honest?”
“Ofcourse, honesty is the best policy after all.” He mumbled over the rim of his glass.
“I think she looks delicious.”
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Air caught in your throat once again as you stood there wide eyed, realizing that you read the whole dynamic of the situation wrong. Now you were staring at the both of them, watching as they both turned to look at each other, Jake raising both of his eyebrows up at Tara, almost like the two of them had a secret language between them. Giving a final squeeze to his thigh, Tara pushed herself off the couch and slowly started walking towards you, swaying her lips a little bit, which you presumed was for Jake.
Jake leaned back into the black couch, licking his lips before raising his right hand that was holding the flute to his mouth. His eyes zoned in on the sight unfolding in front of him - Tara circling around you, lightly tracing her pointer finger over your body, starting at your shoulder and as she went around, it dropped lower diagonally until it met the waistband of your panties in the front. Pursing her lips at you, she placed her pointer and middle finger in the purple band of the fabric, pulling back softly and then letting them snap against you. Tara smirking at you as you flinched at the action.
“You’re a shy one aren’t you?” She leaned forward to whisper in your ear “Jake loves the shy ones.”
Your body shuddering when her glossed lips met the side of your face.
“I..”
“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. Can I taste you?”
Fuck it, why not?
Tara slowly backed away from you, looking at your face for reassurance - a smile breaking out onto her face when she saw you shake your head yes. Placing her hands on the side of your hips, softly digging into your flesh before pulling your body flush against hers. Chest to chest - her hands starting to move slowly up and down your body, her finger tips pulling at the clasp of your bra in a teasing manner. Planting her lips on your shoulder, she started a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck before starting to suck on the one spot behind your ear that drives you crazy. Taking a final look at Jake to see him starting to slowly palm himself in his pants, your stomach started to turn. It wasn’t anything that Tara was doing to you that was affecting you this way. It was the fact that Jake was watching the scene in front of him unfolding. The thought of Jake staring at Tara was enough to make you ill, this whole situation was becoming too much for you.
Closing your your eyes and placing your hands on Tara’s shoulders, gripping them firmly. Using what strength you had, you pushed her off of you.
“I didn’t take you for being the feisty type.” The blonde winked at you, placing her hand on top of yours, trying to pry your grip off of you.
“Tara stop.” Jake’s voice pulled her out of the lust filled trance she was in.
“But, I thou-”
“She clearly doesn’t want this to happen. Stop.”
Retreating your arms from her, taking a couple of deep breaths, you moved backwards so there was at least a six foot gap in between the two of you. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you crossed your arms, flicking your eyes back and forth between Jake and Tara - an intense stare down was happening.
“Ja-.”
“Apologize to her. Then after you are done doing that, I want you to leave the two of us alone in here, you are going to put everything on my tab and make sure that it gets delivered to my house. Do I make myself clear?”
Jake raised a single eyebrow up at her when she didn’t listen to him. Instead, the woman opted out of just staring back at him, stomping her left foot when she realized he wasn’t going to budge.
“Now.”
Tara’s shoulders falling in defeat as she slowly turned towards you “Sorry.”
“That’s not a proper apology and you know it.” You didn’t have to look at Jake to know that his eyes were shooting laser beams into the back of her head.
“Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that you shook your head yes, and I took that as an indicator that you were okay with the situation, but I should’ve been paying to your body language to realize that you got timid and you weren’t really okay with me continuing.”
You found yourself starting to feel bad for the girl in front of you, she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Well, Jake does have that effect on people.
“Baby.” Jake called out softly forcing you to bring your attention towards him - he waited until the two of you made eye contact before speaking again. “Do you accept her apology or does she need to try again?”
“I accept it. Thank you for saying sorry.”
“You can leave now.” He addressed her in a stern voice.
Without saying another word, Tara looked back at you before turning around and walking out the door - making sure to close it with a slam. Clearly pissed off about the plan the two of them had going south.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” Giving Jake a small reassuring smile, “If anything I’m embarrassed.”
Now setting the flute on the ground, he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees, his head hanging low, seeming like he was lost in thought.
“Why would you be embarrassed?” He finally spoke out after a couple of minutes.
“You and Tara clearly had a plan of what you wanted to do to me and I couldn’t follow through.”
“Look….Tara is an old friend of mine. I met her back when I was starting out at New Horizons. I was fucking people left and right back then…once I started coming into money, I started taking them here and figured that I could atleast buy them something as a way to thank them for letting me use them.”
You let out a sigh as he was reminiscing about his life before he met you, jealousy starting to course through your veins, thinking about all the other women he had before you.
“The first time I visited here with a girl, Tara was attracted to her. One thing led to another and I just haven’t broken that pattern. Well I haven’t broken it until today.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked him, arching an eyebrow up at him, tilting you head to the side. A smirk gracing his face as he watched your ‘little tantrum’ as he liked to call it.
“There’s my girl.”
My girl. You couldn’t help the way you smiled - your heart swelling as he looked at you.
“I’m sorry that I put you through that. You should know that I never want you to feel like you have to do something in order to please me.”
“I thought you wanted me t-”
“I want you to do what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t like the idea of me sharing you with someone else for a night, we won’t do it then.”
“Okay.”
“It’s a deal.”
“Well….” You trailed off, breaking your eye contact from him to look towards the door.
“Well?”
“I mean…I wouldn’t mind one with Danny.” Biting your lip trying to suppress a giggle, the air around the two of you felt tense, you were trying to bring it back to a joking manner. You didn’t like it when the two of you were having serious conversations - you liked the version of Jake that would laugh after everything you said.
“You’re so funny. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
“A couple of people have mentioned it.”
“Well they’re wrong.”
The two of you giggling before breaking out into full blown laughter. It felt so good to laugh with him. His cheeks slightly turned rosy, placing a hand on his tummy as he leaned backwards onto the couch. Jake ran his eyes up and down your body, before settling back onto your face.
“Come here.”
“Ja-”
“Just come here.” He patted his right thigh - signaling for you to make your way over towards him and sit there.
You know he didn’t mean anything malicious with that action, but you couldn’t help how your mind went back to the vision you saw earlier in the mirror - the stretch marks, your tummy and your breasts. Crossing your arms even tighter across your body, trying to cover up as much as you can, you dropped your eyes down to your feet, trying to make it seem like you were interested in the white nail polish adorning your toes.
“Why are you getting all shy on me now? What’s wrong?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows, standing up from his previously seated position on the couch. Making his way over to you, brushing your hair behind your ears before cupping your jaw gently.
“Don’t lie to me.” He whispered softly, using the hand he had on your jaw to push your head up.
“I just…it’s stupid.” You weren’t about to tell him about all the insecurities that were rushing through your head right now.
“It’s not.” Jake insisted, now taking both hands up to your cheeks and pushing them together, causing you to make a kissy face, before leaning down to place a kiss softly on your lips.
“Just…..I don’t know Jake. I guess all the attention you get from every woman we pass is starting to catch up to me.” Jake’s eyes softened as he processed what you were saying, your cheeks were starting to get hot from all the attention he was giving you - closing your eyes seemed like a good idea, so you did just that.
“I was stupid and let my curiosities get the best of me….so I did some creeping on socials….and I found what your exes look like.” The hot air from Jake’s mouth hitting your face as he let out an airy laugh. “I can’t compare to them.”
As you spoke the last sentence, the air that was once filled with light suddenly was filled with tension again. He dropped his hands from your face, causing you to peek one eye open, finding him standing up straight and his head thrown back. Looking up towards the ceiling as he clucked his tongue. In a lightning fast speed, he jerked his head forward again and crashed his mouth onto yours.
“Jump” He mumbled against your lips as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs signaling you to do so.
“Jake” You squealed when he lifted you up “Put me down!”
Why would he listen to me you thought as he started walking towards the black couch.
“Don’t drop me!” You jerked forward into him, locking your arms around his neck.
“Oh, like this?” He smirked at you as he loosened his arms, mimicking the motion of dropping you.
“Stop” You squealed even more - clinging onto him for dear life. Jake breaking out into a belly laugh, turning around sitting down on the couch with you straddling him.
“You really think you can’t compare to them?”
“I said it was stupid.”
“It’s not stupid. Just answer my question.”
“Yes.” You let out a large inhale.
“Bullshit.” Jake whispered - cupping your jaw].
“It’s not.”
“Yes it is. If I wanted them, I would be with them. But I don’t. I want you.”
“You’re just saying that.” You rolled your eyes at him, of course he would try to use a line like that on you.
“I’m not. Y/n I want you.”
“Ja-” You started but then were cut off as Jake placed a single digit over your mouth.
“You’re not listening to me. I want you. If I wanted someone else I could have them. I don’t want them. I want you. I want everything you have to offer me. I want you Y/n.”
Your heart was swelling inside your chest - looking at Jake you could tell he meant every single word he spoke. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his finger away from your mouth, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a feverish way. Your lips fighting for dominance, Jake placing one hand around your throat to keep you near him and the other finding its way on your upper thigh, his fingers digging deep into your flesh. Even though the kiss was in a hurried manner, something about this felt different.
Maybe it was the passion in the air or maybe, just maybe, it was the two of you starting to fall into your feelings for eachother. No that can’t be it. You were quickly pulled out of your own thoughts by Jake placing both of his hands on your ass, the fingers on his right hand toying with the lacey purple fabric. Your skin felt like it was on fire.
Deciding that you needed more friction, you started moving your hips slowly back and forth - you could feel his cock harden with every movement. Detaching his lips from yours, Jake found that spot behind your ear that Tara was sucking on earlier. Your eyes fluttering close at the contact - you were positive by now that you were soaking his brown suit pants.
“Fuck”. You let out a breathy moan when the seam of his zipper rubbed against your clit.
“You feel what you do to me, princess? My cock gets hard everytime you come into the room. Can you feel that?” Jake whispers into your neck, his lips brushing against it lightly, leaving goosebumps to break out all over your body.
As you felt yourself getting lost in the slow rhythm that you and Jake were creating - a harsh slap was delivered to your left ass cheek. Gasping, you jolter up straight to look down at the long haired man underneath you.
“Words, princess. I need words.” He gave you a wicked grin, grabbing your hips and pulling you down directly on top of his cock. “I won’t ask again…can you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes..” You whine out. Fuck him. If you were being honest with yourself, you would admit how you loved the power he had over you - the way he made you soaking wet with just one look.
Satisfied with your response, the brown haired man sits up straight, wraps his arms around the middle of your back, pulling in close to him, so your breasts were at his eye level.
“Good.” He whispers against the cup of the bra, forming his mouth into an o-shape before placing it directly on the fabric of the right side where he can see your nipple pebbling. Your hands making its way into his hair, pulling it lightly, resulting in a low groan releasing from his chest.
“Daddy, that feels so good.”
Your words changed him - the passion he was using on you before changed into a starving frenzy. Pulling back from you, Jake put his hands in the middle of your bra, right where the clasps meet and gave a harsh tug. Wasting no time he pulled the straps down your arms, wanting to free you completely of the fabric. Looking back down at him, your eyes met his lust-blown pupils, keeping direct eye contact with you, he put his palm in the middle of your back, arching it more, leading your left breast directly into his mouth - licking, flicking and biting.
You were a moaning mess on top of him, moving your hips in a searching manner, hoping to just get a feel of his cock - but there was one problem. Every time your clit grazed his cock, he would wrap his arm around your waist, lifting you higher so it was almost impossible for you to do so.
Judging by the way you would feel his lips curling upwards into a smile along your skin, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had you in the palm of his hand. Your eyes were threatening to close as he snuck his right hand was tracing your slit over the lace material. Hips bucking forward into him as a feather light touch circled your clit. If he couldn’t feel your juices soaking through the fabric before he definitely could now.
“Does my princess like that? Does she like it when daddy plays with her little pussy?”
Knowing that his gaze was still focused on you, you gave a quick nod hoping that it would be good enough for him - but of course it wasn’t. A smack was delivered to your pussy, making your thighs stiffen and jolt upright, pulling your chest away from his mouth.
“Answer me.”
“Yes daddy…I do.”
“Good, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Watching you try on these clothes, just for me to rip them off so I could see what’s mine.”
While he was talking, your body dropped down further and further down into his lap. Thank you Jesus, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he used his pointed and middle finger to apply pressure on your clit while rubbing quick circles.
“How long has it been since you’ve touched your clit? How long since you’ve made yourself cum?”
“Since that one phone call.” You let out in shaky breath, feeling the white heat of your impending orgasm starting to wash over you.
“That phone call from last month?” Jake slows down the pace of the circles, going at an impossibly slow pace.
“Yes.” You state while tilting your head to look down at him, A sigh leaving your mouth - the hot air hitting his face as he continues to stare at you.
“Really?” Jake asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you.
“I’m serious.’ You let out an agitated chuckle.
Tilting his head to the side, he puckered his lips, sticking his bottom lip out as if he was mocking you. “Oh baby, it’s been what? A month and a half?”
“Ja-“
Smack.
An open palm landed against your left ass cheek this time - letting you know to correct yourself.
“Daddy…please.”
“Please what?” He clucked his tongue at you in a teasing manner.
“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.”
“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.” Jake parroted back at you, he was loving every minute of this. His lust blown eyes had a new sparkle to them as he watched you writhing on top of him - your hips jerking back and forth, tears starting to form in your eyes. The frustration of him not letting you get your release was doing a number on you.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes! Yes I do. I’ve been so good. Please, please, please.”
Your sentence was starting to turn into a mantra as his pointer and middle finger were rubbing harsh sharp circles on your clit. Jake whispering ‘Don’t move’ into the valley between your breasts while you heard the slow antagonizing sound of a zipper being undone - taking the hand that was holding you up in a bruising grip, to take his cock out.
With a sharp exhale against your skin, Jake took his left hand, moving the lace material to the side and ran his fingers through your soaking slit. Using those same fingers, he wrapped them around his hardening dick, giving it a few tugs, before removing his other fingers off your clit, pulling you down firmly against his lap. Your eyes widening in surprise feeling his cock nudging against your entrance - threatening to push its way in and divide you but there wasn’t enough movement for it to follow through.
“Earn it.” Jake growled into your ear, his hot breath fanning your face making goosebumps appear on your skin - placing his arms on the back of the sofa, letting you take the reins for once.
Deciding not to waste anymore time, you lifted yourself up enough to wrap your hand around his cock, holding him steady, placing his tip against your slit. Sliding down slowly, every inch of him going deeper and deeper until he was nuzzled up against your cervix. Moaning softly when the familiar burn of him stretching you out was starting to wash over your body - your eyes turning into slits as you grabbed his shoulders to help you steady yourself enough to switch from your knees onto the balls of your feet.
“Fuck.” Jake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting out a soft moan as you lifted yourself off him - going all the way up so just his swollen head was in you before lowering yourself all the way down again.
As you bounced you traced a line from his shoulders to his neck and then back again before deciding to place both your hands on the back of his head. Holding Jake’s head straight so the two of you were staring at each other - both of your cheeks flushed, mouths parted slightly open, you breathing in his exhales as he breathed in your inhales.
“C’mere.” He whispered out in a begging tone, practically begging for more contact with you.
Dropping your forehead onto his, your eyebrows were furrowed together when the waves of pleasure started to take over your body, your legs beginning to shake. The lewd sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy was filling the air. In a flash Jake moved his arms from the back of the sofa to cradle your head in between his palms. Tilting his chin up he met your lips in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth clashing - faces smashed against each other. You swallow his moans and in return he swallows yours.
Jake pulled away to press his forehead against yours, tightening his grip in your hair so you had no choice but to look at him. “Fuck, princess. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”
You nodded the best that you could against him, your legs turning into a trembling mess, the wild look in his eyes was the only thing that was keeping you from giving up on reaching your high.
“C’mon baby, let me have it. I want to feel all of you.” Jake looked deep into your eyes as he spoke - suddenly turning the emotions in the room of a sexual frenzy into a loving atmosphere.
“Let me help.”
Untangling his hands from your hair, he moved them down to your thighs. Placing his hands under the shaking muscle, manually moving you up and down, trying to get you to relax enough to the point where you could succumb to the pleasure. It worked - you feel forward completely, your chest pressed against his, your mouth landing right next to his ear. The small pants leaving your mouth sounding like music to him.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” Turning your head to press your forehead into his hair as your vision started to become blurry.
“I know…you can do it. I have you.”
I have you, you repeated that sentence in your head a couple of times, trying to even out your breathing, trying to ground yourself, but it didn’t work. Every time Jake let out a grunt, you clenched around him involuntarily - he took notice of this. Holding your legs still, he used all the strength in his abdomen to start thrusting up into you, turning you into a moaning mess. Hot tears gathering in your eyes as he hit the perfect spot inside of you - drilling into it over and over again.
“Stop being a brat and fucking cum for me.”
That right there - that sentence caused the rubberband in the pit of your stomach to snap. Tears streaming out of your eyes as your vision started to blur. Pleasure taking over full reign of your body - causing every limb you had to shake. Hearing the sobs of you cumming was enough to make Jake reach his high too. Sitting up straight, he gripped your thighs and pulled you down harshly onto his lap - burying his cock the furthest it can go, moving his right hand up to tangle into your hair, his left hand sliding around your back, trapping your body against him. Jake’s hips thrusting frantically as he cum spilled into you.
He collapsed back into the sofa taking you with him. Both of you exhausted, bodies shuddering against each other and breathing heavily. Jake tracing his left hand up and down your back before settling onto your hip, giving you a couple of reassuring squeezes. Lifting your head off of his shoulder, you took a couple of seconds to steal some glances at the man you were currently attached to. Smiling lazily as he looked fucked out. Sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face, a soft smile spreading across his features as his eyes were closed and humming a little song to himself.
“What?” He cracked one eye open, peaking at you before giggling.
“Nothing.”
“Mmmhm. Sure.”
Fuck, you needed to put a stop to this moment - your heart was swelling with love with every second that you looked at him. Stop y/n. You can’t do this to yourself.
“I just remembered I gotta be home early tonight. I told Landyn we could go out to dinner.”
You tried to ignore the little dagger of pain stabbing you as you took in the look on Jake’s face. He looked hurt.
“Sure.” He quickly wiped the frown off his face by replacing it with a toothy smile, throwing a wink in your direction. “I owe you a cookie.”
Jake gave a light tap to your ass, signaling for you to get up and start getting dressed. Standing you up, your legs were a little wobbly when you turned around making your way to the dressing room that held your clothes. A deep chuckle stopping you in your place - looking over your shoulder you saw Jake watching you with a cocky smile.
“Need help?”
Scoffing, you faced forward and made your way over to the dressing room, stepping inside of the brightly lit area, placing your hand on the door. When you tried to close the door, you found yourself stopping in your tracks again as you watched Jake throwing his cream button up back on, only fastening the bottom two - stopping as he felt your eyes following his every move. Raising his head up, he gave you a cocky smile again before shooting you a wink. In return you made a scene by letting out a big sigh and slamming the door. Grabbing your clothes off the tiny shelf that was placed on the wall, the mirror caught your attention. Moving your hair to the side, you saw a tiny purple mark starting to show on your skin. Running your finger along it, you couldn’t help but to smile as you thought about the man who gave it to you.
I’m so fucked.
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The Discography of an American Groupie - Part 1
Summary: Life of limelight, lies and lovers since the beginning of time in the 80s-90s.
Word Count: ~16k
Warnings: Smut
Prologue
17-18 Years Old - (1982-1983)
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There was a small town in the state of Michigan where it was either shielded in rain, snow or blessed with the sun. Strong mountain breeze was always felt and the humidity was high. Here homed was the band called Greta Van Fleet. Y/N knew the band since they began and she knew the band till they ended.
When asked in the present day, she simply would say they were made for the stage.
Three brothers, one best friend who were musically inclined with stardom blessed in them and flowed in their blood. They were made for the limelight, to grace the stage and create music for the fans to scream.
Josh, oldest twin and oldest above all with his curly head of hair and authentic style with the voice of an angel that made people cry. Voice high and able to hit the sharp notes. A hippie at heart and a lover for freedom. When Y/N talked to him, intelligence does not eve define his mind. He was wise. He could have been a poet if he was not in the band or a philanthropist that spoke speeches to empower you. The lyric writer and the comedian - best of both worlds. He was extroverted with a charing smile and glistening eyes.
Sam was on the bass, youngest and best friend with Danny. The only reason why he was involved with the band so young was because of his idolisation of Jake. Jake made the band and Sam wanted Jake to be proud of him. What Jake did, Sam would do. When Jake began going shirtless on stage, Sam did too. Sam would rock back and forth as he played like Jake would. He just wanted to be his big brother.
Funny, kind soul and best friends with Danny. The only non-brother but a sweetheart as heart. Drums and a golf player.
Y/N always saw those two as the babies of the band.
Then there was Jake. Whether the band was going to take off or not, Jake was always going to play in a band. His life revolved around that guitar.
Jake was Josh’s twin and also Y/N’s eventual lover. He was her best friend since the dawn of time.
Jake Kiszka was made for the stage. He shined on stage, holding that guitar, blessing the world with music none like before. His fingers were like singing angels, pressing down on the strings as his hand strummed. It was electric, heavenly, and brought you a sense of feeling she could never explain.
He was a guitarist, swaying his long brown hair to the sound coming from his own fingers. Foot beating along as his eyes closed.
Greta Van Fleet was created when they were sixteen and Sam and Danny at thirteen.
Y/N was their biggest fan, first groupie and the loudest in the audience.
They were art when they played and she saw how they stole the world’s hearts.
September 1982 - Grade 12
Y/N made her way through the crowd, pushing past people to find the group she was searching for. People flooded the Kiszka’s house. She reckoned the whole high school was invited here tonight on the last Friday before school.
She could hear them - the thundering of Danny’s drums and complicated guitar riff from Jake. However, normally it would have taken her seconds to walk across the yard but instead Y/N was pushing past people as well as being pushed. When she got to the kitchen, she grabbed a beer and made her way back to the yard to find them again.
The music was becoming louder, hearing Josh’s voice over the crowd now. Y/N brought the cheap beer to her lips, throwing it back before moving again.
“Fucking move!” she screamed over the crowd, pushing people. With harsh stares and rude comments, she eventually made her way through the crowd.
Dressed in bellbottoms and a band tee, hair down and the classic 70s look she seemed not to give up, she continued to find the boys she loved so much.
Eventually, she found her way on the right side of the stage where Jake was playing. The music was loud now. It did not help that she was right next to the amp, however this is the sacrifice she had to give up with being friends with a band of rockers.
Jake and her made eye contact and Y/N sent him a quick wink before raising her beer to him. She threw it back, finishing it as he grinned, winked and blew a quick kiss to her.
Y/N simply rolled her eyes.
His fingers were art, skilfully moving along the strings on the neck of the guitar. It was fast in motion, entrapping and encapsulating with such skill that it became a blur. Y/N’s eyes followed to his other hand who was strumming the string with an orange pick all while he was rocking back and forth, foot tapping at the sound.
The twins were identical at this age with their hair - shaggy, a little long and swooped back as sweat covered their forehead.
They may be identical but instead Jake was wearing blue jeans and a band tee similar to the style of Y/N.
Josh was standing in the middle of the stage, holding the mic close as his mouth opened wide, screaming the high notes. Josh was different in his style wearing a vest with no shirt and jeans.
They continued with their set. Jake did his solo and then Danny did too. Y/N was in awe - always was when they played.
However as they were wrapping up, she got two new beers and went back to the stage.
At seventeen, everyone in this small town knew they were going somewhere - including Y/N.
Greta Van Fleet was going to be the next rock band to take over the world.
Y/N opened the two beers, sipping hers before Jake finished his set. She chatted to those around her, friends and peers as they wrapped up their hour long show. With alcohol in her system, backpack on her back, she made her way to Jake’s bedroom with the two beers. The crowd was becoming too much for her.
Thankfully, the upstairs was cleared from the hinderance of teenage bodies and the epitome of sexual deviance.
Y/N walked into the younger twin’s room, fingers brushing against the guitars on the wall before sitting on his bed. She took a deep breath...musky, peppermint, iris, tobacco with a hint of weed. The smell of Jake. Welcome to his bedroom filled with posters of Led Zeppelin, Cream and Cat Stevens. A record player sat in the corner of his room with the array of his collection. His desk was a mess with homework and books. Then there was another door that connect to the Jack and Jill bathroom that Josh and Jake shared.
Y/N placed her sleepover bag down onto the floor, leaning against the bed as she waited.
Jake was her best friend. They grew up together in the small town of Frankenmuth. it was a small town, less than five thousand people were homed here and it stretched between suburbia life and ranch lands that were close to won.
Y/N was five years old when they got the first movie theatre built, ten when they got a McDonald’s and fifteen when a shopping centre was opened the next city over.
However, Frankenmuth was home. By the mountains, the forest and nature with its rolling hills and land of agriculture. Between dancing on the shore at the lake, playing in the grass and hiking the mountains, Frankenmuth would always be home.
Every first was in this town.
First steps.
First day of school.
First friends...Jake and Josh.
First fights.
First kiss.
First time she fell in love.
First time she was heartbroken.
And first time she decided to move on.
It was the place of beginnings and endings, trials and errors.
Between the blue skies that touched the evergreen trees like a painting while Y/N could hear the roar and thunder of the storms. It was always home. She never dreamed of anywhere else for she to cohabit in the end. Always Frankenmuth.
There was one thing about Frankenmuth that was the hidden rules: No one leaves. No one moves and if you do, you will always come back. Everyone stayed in Frankenmuth.
You married your high school sweetheart, had your children there, worked and grew old. That was what her folks did and their folks too.
Y/N did not know when her family immigrated to America, but they have always been in Frankenmuth since it was founded. Her mother was best friends with Karen Kiszka. They met in elementary and were joined at the hip since. She married her high school sweat and her mother never did marry.
It was ironic how the two did become pregnant at the same time. Karen was back in Frankenmuth, working as a teacher and her mother was living in her van along the coast when she found out she was pregnant. Y/N never got a clear idea of who was the sperm donor that she met on her ‘finding herself through peace, love and sex’ trip, but it never did bother her.
Y/N’s mom and her were inseparable, the same way she was with the twins. it was either Ree and Y/N or Y/N and the twins.
It was always Jake, Josh and Y/N. Triple trouble. However, trouble was not even close to describing what they got up to.
They got banned at fourteen from Ruby’s Diner but when Y/N got her first job there at fifteen, they were accepted back. They met there almost every day after school if the boys did not have band practice for a milkshake. They won the school science contest every year and were always a team of three despite the rule of two only. The twins would argue that they were technically one person as they were one embryo that was split. This allowed the three of them to partake in the group project as a trio than a duo.
They won every year as Y/N loved fire too much and explosions.
Over the years, Jake and her got closer than Josh and her. Now at seventeen, she sat on his bed, excited to see him but further excited to feel his lips upon hers.
And he entered, sweat glistening against his forehead and the pearly white smile she loved. He bit his lip as his smile grew as he saw her.
“Dolly,’ he whispered when he began to walk closer to her. Guitar case in hand and his musky cologne consuming the room. She sat with her legs crossed and a smile beginning to shine.
God, did she love him...
“Hi,” she whispered back.
Jake called her Dolly as she looked like a raggedy Annn doll with her bright pink cheeks and red lips. Josh called her Mama as she was the mother of the group and the other two - Danny and Sam - simply called her by her name until much later when they became lover boy and girl.
Jake placed the guitar down in the corner of the room before walking to her. He stood between her legs, hands brushing her knees as she looked up at him with her doe-like eyes and glistening smile.
“How was the show, baby?” he asked, brushing her hair from her face.
Y/N bit her lip, licking them before cupping his cheek. “You know what I would say...” she hummed, playing with his fingers now.
“You guys shined like stars, but my star was particularly extra beautiful tonight,” he whispered back, leaning down to kiss her.
He tasted like beer and cigarettes, but his lips were plump and soft as they fought for dominance. Jake pushed her back on the bed as her legs wrapped around him.
His hands played with her hair, grazing down her body to her ass before squeezing it.
Y/N moaned against his lips, beginning to rock her body against his.
“Dolly, stop,” he whispered, pulling away. She listened, caressing his cheek and kissing his lips again.
Best friends...only best friends.
“I thought you like this,” she whispered.
Jake pulled away. “You are so eager, my doll.” He then chuckled.
Y/N rolled her eyes, throwing herself on the bed and glancing at the ceiling.
“Sit with me.”
Jake pulled his shirt off, and pants too and was left in his boxers before he crawled under the bed. She was still clothed therefore quickly stood up to change in the bathroom to her tee and sleep shorts. Y/N crawled back under the covers with him, arm wrapping around her as he pulled her in.
“Do you know what this reminds me of?” he whispered.
Y/N looked at him, brows furrowed.
“When we kissed for the first time,” he completed her thought.
Heat rose to her cheeks as a blush formed. She was fourteen and embarrassed. it was the first time that he officially told her he wanted to be a rockstar - a guitarist and it was the first time they kissed. The first time she kissed anybody.
Jake had an addiction to playing with her hair. He mentioned that it was too soft not to touch however Y/N believe he did it out of comfort. They laid head at the end of his bed, feet on his pillows as they stared at the ceiling. His hand was in her hair and her’s was on his stomach.
Our breaths were a steady rhythm; rising and falling at the same time.
Y/N would steal a glance and he did too, but they were too enamoured with the conversation to make a comment.
“I want to be a rockstar,” he whispered
She glanced at him, seeing his hazel eyes look at hers. He did not have a band. He had the boys who he jammed with but he had no band. They lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. How?
Y/N found myself whispering instead… “And I want to be an artist.”
He chuckled. “Then paint.”
“Then play.”
“Write, draw, create art that leaves people wondering what the meaning of life is, Dolly.”
“Rock the world with the riffs that leave people shaking and at a loss for words.”
He turned to look at her and her eyes were still locked on the white ceiling.
“I want to leave this town,” Y/N whispered.
“And where would you go?”
“Paris. London. Berlin. Sydney. New York. Every metropolis city is stamped on tourist t-shirts.”
Jake chuckled.
“And I want to paint, write and have a million dogs. I want to give back and make a difference. Fall in love, make love and-“
“Did you say make love?” Jake interrupted.
“Shut up.”
“Continue.”
“I want to leave the world wondering about the meaning of life. The meaning of art and literature and the way it changes the world.”
He nodded.
“I want to do that but with music,” Jake said. “We are artists. Each other muses in this chaotic world, wandering the wicked paths to find the meaning when in reality it is simple.”
She then finally looked at him, pressing her lips together.
t was strange at that moment. Y/N was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, while he was in his boxers and a shirt too. It was two in the morning and the only thing that lit the room was the lamp.
Her hand reached out and cupped his cheek while his hand still played with her hair.
“I never kissed anyone,” she whispered then chuckled. It might have been the few beers they had earlier with the boys, but she was in an honest mood. “I am a romantic. I read love poems by Shakespeare, Keats and Yeats and yet, I am sixteen and I have not kissed anyone.”
Jake’s fingers brushed against her lips, pressing his thumb against her bottom one. Y/N bit her lip slightly.
“Dolly,” he whispered. She held his free hand in hers.
“Jake.”
Y/N knew he had kissed girls, several over time. However, she just wanted to get rid of the title of “kissless”.
“Kiss me, Jake,” she whispered, “just once and we can never talk about it again.”
He found himself nodding, coming close to her. Fingers caressed her soft cheek as she played with his hair.
“Close your eyes.”
Y/N closed them, hands stopping. Their breaths were matched, rhythm steady as slowly he pressed his lips to hers.
They were soft, plump and perfect. Not dry or cracked and tasted like beer from earlier. It was not just a simple kiss.
Their bodies moved to sit now as Jake slowly moved his mouth against hers. Y/N’s hands were in his hair and Jake was still cupping his cheek as their lips moved in such a perfect pattern.
Eventually, they pulled away as oxygen was needed. Y/N’s eyes were still closed and her hands untangled from his locks as she brushed them against her lip, remembering the feeling.
Jake pushed her hair behind her ears and smiled.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Always, love. I will always give you what you want.”
They sat now on the navy sheets, hands holding each other as they locked our eyes. Y/N swallowed, knowing what she wanted.
She wanted more.
She wanted to kiss Jake more.
She wanted to feel his lips against her own, travelling down her jaw to her neck. Y/N wanted to taste him, feel his tongue.
He held my hand, bringing it for a kiss before pressing a kiss to her cheek again.
“Want another beer?”
She shook her head as he got up to grab himself another one. He left the room, leaving her alone.
Posters of famous guitarists hung on his walls, awards from the years and books from different genres piled on top of one another on his desk and bookshelf.
Y/N took a deep breath, sat back in the bed and closed her eyes.
She kissed Jake. He kissed her. They kissed. Not a simple kiss but a slow, passionate, long make-out session.
Jake came back, holding two beers now and sent her a smile.
“What?” he whispered, chuckling.
“Kiss me again.”
Y/N knew he kissed girls before. His first kiss was at thirteen with Chloe Morrison, a dancer with blonde hair and a thin figure.
She was similar with the long hair, but she was not thin. Her body was filling out over the years, her breasts getting bigger, curves becoming more insinuated. Y/N was a woman, and Chloe was still a girl.
Her breasts were small, her face was baby like and she still talked like Elmo – high pitched and annoying.
Jake had a baby face, but he was growing older as well. His hair was longer, his jaw becoming more sharp and he was growing hair on his body.
He kissed Chloe and several other girls.
Y/N did not know if he had sex before or not – he never told me. Josh won’t tell her and it was not her business to know.
Jake sat back down, her hands automatically went around his neck, straddling him now as their lips attached again.
Her hands were in his hair, his were on her waist now. It was getting rougher by the minute, lips fighting, nipping at each other.
“This ok, Dolly?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He nodded, letting their kiss linger on. Desperate touches. It felt like a fire ignited from her bones, warming her whole body in that moment as their lips tackled one another for domination and submission.
Their breathing was heavy, trying to gasp for breaths quickly before going back.
Jake pulled away, holding her cheek and pushing it to the side so he can kiss her neck.
“Alright?” he hummed.
“Yes.”
We kissed for what felt like hours, owning one another, controlling and bewitching our souls with such actions.
It dawned on Y/N after, as they slept. Her head was against his chest, arm around her as he slowly ran his finger up and down her back.
Y/N kissed Jake tonight.
Y/N kissed her best friend.
What does it mean?
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They did not kiss again until Winter prom that year. Now here they were, three years later at seventeen years old stealing kisses and doing the teenager humping but that was it.
They laid in bed, holding one another as the music died down, they talked and fell asleep.
Her stomach was against the mattress, and the journal was on the pillow as she wrote ideas down. Jake was beside her, asleep still as he held her. Her hand wrote words and drew little pictures. It was part of the morning routine and at nine in the morning, she had the peace and quiet to have a moment to herself.]
The sunlight crept through the curtain as she rolled onto her side to play with his hair.
“Morning,” he mumbled. “What time is it?”
“Quarter past nine.”
He grumbled. “Its bedtime.”
Y/N chuckled, kissing his head and throwing the covers off before walking out of the room. She could hear the chaos of Josh swearing coming from downstairs.
Identical twins they were, but Josh was extroverted and a early rise whereas, Jake was introverted and was a night owl.
Y/N walked down the stairs, turning the corner to see Josh in the kitchen with her mother.
“Mom!” she exclaimed.
“I was told by Karen to make sure you did not throw a party and you five threw one,” she scolded as she walked around the kitchen. Ree, a surfer girl with blonde hair and covered in nature tattoos. We lived three doors up the road therefore she obviously heard everything last night.
“I cleaned up with Josh this morning. The place was a fucking mess. Karen-”
“Blame the boys. Not my idea!” She threw her hands up as she went to grab some orange juice.
March 1983
Y/N always despised Kaitlyn Hennessy. She was a brunette with plain eyes and a body that had no figure. However, with her sarcastic jokes and motto being ‘one of the boys’, she seemed to gather the opposite sex like a whore on tequila.
Y/N did not mind the attention. She never joined the talent show or sang for the class. She did not do many sports or debate where she was placed under the spotlight. Simply, she was a background figure. Y/N enjoyed the idea of no one knowing her name or rather enjoyed being known by the title of Jake’s friend, Jake’s girl or the twin’s friend.
No one knew her name and that made her happy.
However, Y/N did not despise Kaitlyn due to her scene-like attitude and her desire to be the top dog of high school. Nor was she jealous that she made the boys swoon and beg for her love.
y/N was simply jealous of the way she could play the guitar. She could play it, but Kaitlyn was better. And Jake loved that about Kaitlyn. She owned a Gibson like Jake and the two would jam after school.
Maybe Y/N was scared that her best friend was being consumed by the she-devil of high school or possibly he was falling for her like every other boy in this high school.
Christ, she was Kaitlyn! She would have anyone but she was pining for Jake. The boy who enjoyed literature, sat in the back of class with Y/N while they giggled. He was failing math and she was helping him. They were partners in crime in everything.
What did she do to Kaitlyn that she felt she needed to avenge herself - revenging on Y/N and placing her in the corner.
Kaitlyn and him became good friends in October of grade 12. It was now March and the two were joined together at the hip.
When they were performing with the band at gigs, she was now there. Y/N was in the corner with his mom whereas she was in the other with her friends, cheering him on.
Was she the other woman now? Replaced by Kaitlyn?
Y/N did feel like she was constantly interrupting the moment between them.
It was Friday night. The boys were performing at the pub down the road around nine. It was now seven and they were setting up.
Y/N spotted Jake, holding his guitar, playing with the knobs and buttons for the set. Slowly, she walked up, arms crossed.
“Hey,” she whispered.
He glanced up, picking in his mouth and he sent her a quick smile.
“Hey, Doll,” he hummed back. Then he glanced back down to what he was fixing.
“Josh invited me.” He hummed in response. “Because we have not talked in weeks.”
“We have talked, Y/N,” he said not glancing up.
“Asking me for a pencil is not talking, Jake.” He furrowed his brows. “Or asking me where Josh is or if I can lend my calculator. That is not talking, Jake.”
Jake chuckled awkwardly. “I think you are overreacting, Y/N.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I have not seen my best friend in weeks. You are spending all your time with her!” she ranted, throwing her hands up and pushing her hair back.
Jake stood up, placed his guitar on the stand and jumped off the stage.
“Fine! You want to talk, let’s talk!” he exclaimed harshly, crossing his arms. “I think you are upset because I am seeing someone and all of a sudden its not about Y/N anymore.”
“I don’t care-”
“And that we are not making out like teenagers anymore-”
“We are teenagers, Jacob!”
“We are adults, Y/N and you are acting like a child right now!”
Y/N scoffed. “Honestly, you are being ridiculous. I do not care where you shove your cock, I just want my best friend back,” she stated harshly before turning and walking away.
Josh was in the background, watching everything with a grimace. When she passed him, his arm reached for her, hooking around and bringing her back. Once alone, he turned to her and wiped the tears that formed.
Josh with his hazel eyes and curly head of hair held me.
They were identical but now were branching off into different people.
Josh was a give, a pleaser, a peacemaker. Y/N sat on the chair as he bent down and cupped her cheeks.
“He is stupid,” he hummed, brushing her hair back. “Jake is just thinking with his cock. Kaitlyn is easy.”
“I don’t care who is doing and what he is doing. I just want my best friend back,” she explained.
“Well, you do have me, Mama. Always will.”
She smiled, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to them. “Thanks, Josh,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around his beck.
“Mama,” he whispered, “the difference between Jake and I is that Jake is simply not a friend.”
Y/N pulled away, brows furrowing.
“You two look at each other a little too long to be just friends, Y/N. You say you are friends but in reality, you act like lovers.”
And he spoke the truth. Y/N realised that.
“He will come to his senses.”
She nodded and took a deep breath before smiling. “Time will show.”
Jake did not talk to Y/N for another week. No daily calls or surprise visits like before. He did not talk to her at school and rather instead ignored her. Josh and Y/N hung out and she helped him write lyrics for some songs when they spent time together.
Unlike Jake’s room, Josh’s was bright. Film posters, bright lights, macramé that he made and lyrics scattered on the floor. He had a guitar and a set of keys, but that was it.
Y/N sat on his bed, notebook in hand as they chatted.
“Jake really wants this strong guitar riff and I agree with him, but I would say that then we need a strong lyric,” he remabled tapping his pen against his lip.
“Use metaphors.”
His brows furrowed. “Like?”
“Comparing two things. Like, she’s a lantern in the night. She is outta sight.” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know maybe like, stars shine in her eye. Makes me feel like I am alive.”
Josh grabbed a piece of paper as she rambled on with random poetry. “Sword in hand, our fate’s torn, she’s a sparrow of the dawn our love is born.”
He continued to write.
“We are the morning birds that sing against the sky. Just create poetry and metaphors.”
Josh bit his lip. “I like that. You’re a fucking poet, mama,” he chuckled, throwing his hands in the air in glee. “Slow guitar, steady beat and then like a folk like feel.”
Josh continued to write things down as they bounced ideas off one another. Eventually, they created a song. It was the first time in her life that she was involved with the writing and producing process.
“We need to get Jake,” Josh mumbled, picking up the paper and running out of the room. “Jacob!”
She heard the banging of the door and she followed Josh down the hallway.
Jake opened the door, hair dishevelled and a blush on his cheeks.
“What? I am busy.”
“We have a song. Get your fucking guitar.”
Y/N noticed Kaitlyn was behind him in the same ‘freshly fucked’ state as him. She looked at Y/N and smirked, rising a brow and trying to intimidate her. Simply, her response was to roll her eyes.
“What?”
“Y/N just wrote a fucking amazing song.”
“Dolly did?” he hummed.
“Flower Power.”
Jake looked confused.
“Come you asshole, we are gonna be creators...”
The thing they did not know was in that moment the song Flower Power was going to be on their first EP.
May 1982
Prom came and she dreaded it. The idea of putting the whole twelfth grade into a hall filled with hormones...sounded horrid.
Y/N heard the horror stories of how people got pregnant at prom because they decided to do it behind the bleachers. However, negativity aside, prom was the symbol of finishing twelve years of school. It was a celebration - a finale if you want to talk about it in music terms or simply, “The End” when you want to describe a novel.
Everything does come to an end which meant there was now room for a beginning. She had a feature and recently got accepted into a full scholarship to Harvard. The school of her dreams.
The only person who knew was her mother. Josh and her both applied to the local college and Jake refused as he would figure it out from there.
It was May and prom was tomorrow.
Jake and Y/N were better. They were on speaking terms now and in fact, have hung out one on one since that episode. He understood where he went wrong and promised not to put his relationship above them.
Kaitlyn and Jake were still together. They were going to prom together and Y/N was going with Josh.
Y/N laid on Jake’s bed. He was in front of her on the ground strumming a few chords before writing them down. She had a random pick in hand, playing around and flipping it between her fingers.
“How’s Kaitlyn?” she broke the silence.
Jake did not look up. “Good.”
“Where is she going to university?”
“State like you and Josh.”
Y/N nodded, flipping over now so her head was at the end of the bed and she was on her stomach.
“Have you two fucked?” she chuckled trying to stop the silence.
Finally, the long-haired brunette glanced up from the guitar. He rose a brown and then chuckled while shaking his head.
“Jealous, Dolly?”
“Just curious.” He did not say anything. “Oh my God, you totally have. Well, fuck, Josh lost the V card, and now you and...I...well, I am still a sweet, pure, innocent damsel ready to be royally fucked.”
Jake choked on air, trying to cover his snicker.
“Come on, Jake! Was it that bad you cannot tell me?”
“No.”
“Fine. If you are not going to give me the details. I will share mine,” I hummed. “So, last night me and Henry, my pillow…”
“Your pillow?”
“Friction and humping is the best boyfriend. Hump till you drop.”
Jake stared at her wide-eyed before clearing his throat. “Y/N,” he warned then huffed. “The sex is fine. My sex life is fine.”
“What is she into?”
“Sex.”
“Jacob. Everyone has kinks. Does she like to be choked? Whipped?”
“I like to fuck her. Now end this conversation.”
“You’re so boring.”
Y/N continued to play with the pick between her fingers before glancing down to him.
“I am wearing a silk black dress tomorrow. It has a cut in the leg, top low and my hair will be down. Josh is taking me. We are going to get high and then crash the party.”
He glanced up.
Maybe I will ask him to fuck me. Josh is a lover, a pleaser so I will know-“
“Stop.”
Jake got up, placing the guitar down and standing in front of her now. Y/N was still on her stomach, legs in the air against the headboard. Her eyesight was in direct contact with his bulge.
“What?”
“Stop speaking like that.” His tone was low, warning with a slight growl.
Looking up at him, through her lashes Y/N knew how seductive it was. Jake was beautiful, with long hair and a chiselled face. He had a baby face but the maturity and mysteriousness he held made it seem like he was older.
Y/N licked her lips.
It's been months since she touched him, kissed him…
“Stop talking like that because if you do, I will-“
“Do it.”
“Don’t interrupt me.”
Y/N pushed up, taking her hand and wrapping it around his neck as she pressed her mouth to his. Like fire it was, igniting the emptiness she felt all this time. Her hands were in his long hair and he reciprocated.
She bit his lip lightly, pulling him on her as she laid on the bed. Their hands touched places, earning eager noises as they selfishly acted like the two lust-filled teenagers they were.
He grabbed her by the throat but did not choke her. Instead, he kissed me so deeply that she forgot whose air she was breathing. She forgot she needed oxygen. They kissed, pushing articles of clothing off one another. She was in her bra and underwear while Jake was just shirtless.
He pulled away, sitting back and blinked a few times.
Y/N was puzzled by his new behaviour.
“Get out,” he whispered. “Get out, Y/N. We can’t do this.”
Jake pushed off the bed, grabbing the articles of clothing from around the room and giving them back to her.
Y/N never felt so ashamed before. Jake was her best friend, but she did not know who he was anymore.
“Jake?” she said while she was leaving the room.
He glanced at her, holding his shirt now.
“Fuck you.”
All Y/N got was an emotionless face.
Y/N did not go to prom. Instead, she stayed at the Kiszka’s with Josh and Sam. She sat outside in the yard with them, fire roaring as they all shared a joint and drank beers. Her body was cuddled into Josh’s side as Sam began to ramble on about the universe.
He was a cute kid - young, smart and intelligent with a mind that overanalyse. She could see him solving the major issues in life with science and math. He was musically inclined too - able to play the bass and the piano while also being the top student of the class.
Y/N’s head hit Josh’s chest, sipping the beer while giggling.
“You tired, mama?” he whispered.
She shook her head and instead whispered back, “Thanks for staying with me tonight.”
Josh moved slightly so he can look at her fully. “What happened with Jake the other day? You ran out in tears and when you left Jake had a mental.”
Y/N swallowed, rolling her eyes. “He kicked me out.”
“Why?”
“Because we were so close to fucking and then he just freaked out. I am so done keeping up with his mood swings. I just want us to all be friends again. I want to go back and not kiss him. I want us to simply all just be platonic.”
He hummed. “Kaitlyn and him are falling apart.”
She sighed and nodded before changing her tone to serious. “Can you keep a secret, Josh? One you cannot tell anyone.”
He nodded, looking down at her as he played with her hair. “I am not going to state college.” His face dropped, head tilting to the side as he rose a brow. “I got accepted into university.”
“Which one? Detroit?”
“Harvard. Full scholarship. I wrote a paper and they want me.”
Josh’s mouth opened, blinking a few times before pressing his lips together. “Harvard? Like the big, fancy school?”
Y/N nodded. “Boston, baby!” she tried to make a joke.
“How long have you known?”
“March.”
“And I am guessing Jake does not know.”
She nodded. “Look at him. His emotions are giving me whiplash right now. I cannot ruin his little pity party and make it worse.”
“He is just upset because,” Josh sighed, “he is Jake. He wants everything to work out the way he wanted.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Then he needs to get his shit together.”
“I told him that you are ready to fall in love with, but he won’t listen to me.”
“Jake is a complicated being. We all know that,” she stated.
Josh nodded. “Tell me a poem, Mama.” He took the joint, pressed against her lips and she whispered a poem to him that she wrote. “You should be a writer.”
“You should be a film director,” she stated back.
“We can be many things, Y/N as long as we open ourselves up to it.”
She chuckled. “Maybe I will be a porn star. You can film me and I can become a millionaire,” she said, standing up and holding her beer up and the joint between her fingers. “I can motions like this,” she placed her foot on the chair and began thrusting into the air while moaning, “like imagine me with a strap on.”
Josh threw his head back in laughter, holding on his stomach to contain himself. She handed him the items in her hand. “Then I get down on my knees and get...fucked!” Y/N screamed. “God, I am so horny. Everyone is fucking and I need a strong, alpha to destroy this tight little pussy,” she joked.
Josh could not contain his laughing still as she sat back down on the chair. Sam ditched them a hour ago to call his girlfriend. While the two of them here were drunk and high - crossed as the kids say. She had so many feelings at the moment, hands tingling and the feel of euphoria.
The two of them were in fits of giggles.
“What are you doing?” she heard the deeper voice. Jake emerged from the darkness to see the two of them rolling around in laughter with beer bottles beside them.
“Y/N is reenacting her skit if she becomes a pornstar.”
Jake did not have a hint of emotion and instead stared at us. “You guys are fucking crossed, aren’t you,” he grunted, sitting on one of the free seats.
“Join the party, sweet Jake,” Y/N hummed, cracking him a beer and handing it to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He stayed quiet then nodded, taking a joint and lighting it.
“Where is Kaitlyn?” Josh asked the bold question.
“Broke up with her. She was a bitch.”
“Told you,” she whispered.
He stayed quiet.
They got high and laughter was shared between them. On the outdoor couch, under blankets, they shared curiosities and wonders of the world. Jake sat next to her now meaning she was between the twins. He even brought his guitar out. Their favourite songs were played and Y/N smiled, throwing her hands up and singing her lungs out. THey were eighteen now - adults with their whole future ahead of them.
Drunk, high...taken by the sins of the world, they mumbled weird things.
“The band is going to take off,” Jake muttered. “We have bee getting noticed by people. We have the show in Detroit and it will be amazing.”
“Dolly, you can join us,” he added, “be our girl in the front row. Our own personal-”
“Groupie,” Josh joked.
“Ew. I don’t want to fuck you, Josh.”
“Ouch, mama. I did not know that would hurt so much. Dagger to my big heart.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to be a groupie. I will be your triangle girl. I will play the triangle.”
“We can add a triangle,” Jake whispered, kissing her cheek, “or you could be our makeup artist. You have a fine art of painting your face.”
Josh shook his head. “Y/N won’t be any of those because she will be in Boston studying at Harvard and since we will be so big, we will visit all the time.”
The mood dropped...ruined.
“Josh,” she whispered.
“What?”
“You-”
“Oh shit.”
“What the fuck?” Jake spat.
Oh fuck...
“Y/N Y/L/N, please do not tell me you are moving to Boston,” he said lowly.
She swallowed, pressing her lips together before taking a deep breath. “I was going to tell you.”
“You are leaving me, us?” he bellowed, removing his arm around her and pushing away. As if he was revolted by her. “When were you going to tell me this? Fuck, when did you accept this fucking thing? Does everyone know but me?” he rambled.
Josh slowly began to leave, grimacing as he knew he just poked the bear.
Y/N turned to fully look at Jake, trying to take his hands, but he pushed them away. He stood up beginning to pace.
“I was going to-”
“No, you are leaving me. I know I have been a shitty friend because shit, but this is wrong. You cannot punish me. You can not do this, Dolly!”
Y/N came closer to him and held his cheeks, looking him in the eyes. “Jake, I will visit you all the time. You can visit me, but I could not say no to this opportunity.”
“But me, Dolly! Me! Pick me, chose me, love me!” he whispered. “Love me.” He was crying now as she held him.
“I do love you, Jake. I will always love you.”
It was a bad high. She knew that. He broke up with Kaitlyn before and he was emotional. Mixing weed and alcohol was not smart as it elevates those emotions.
Jake was shaking, holding her as he cried into her shoulder.
“Dolly, I am in love with you. It's you. It has always been fucking you. I cannot describe it but you are the one I will ever want. I belong with you and I have been damn stupid these past months. You are my home, my rock, anchor and love. I look at you and I see us in fifty years and we are together. I need you. You are mine.”
So many words and all she could do was press her lips together, letting her own tears spill. She held him and pulled him into a kiss. It was messy, spit and snot covered them but they did not care.
“God, I am in love with you too Jacob Thomas Kiszka.”
He nodded, holding her and kissing her over and over again whispering his apologies.
And they cried. It rained and they cried but now in happy tears of love and laughter.
The following, Y/N woke up in his bed. His eyes were locked with hers, smiling as he played with a strand of hair on her face.
“What?” she whispered, moving to the side and prompting her head on her arm.
Jake flicked the strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek before kissing her. “I love you and I am sorry for all the tears last-”
“Stop, I love you and it is ok.”
“I can’t believe you are moving.”
“Not till September,” she stated and the smile grew slightly. They had a few months together.
Their lips began to play.
“We have 118 days,” she whispered, “let’s make them the best days of our life.” Y/N pushed his hair behind his ear, kissing him again.
He held her close, arms wrapped around her necked as she played with the waistband of his boxers. Jake groaned.
“Kitten,” he moaned. Her pussy instantly clenched. No Dolly...Kitten now.
Y/N moaned.
“You like that,” he boasted, “Kitten...my eager little pussy cat wanting my cock.”
This was a whole new Jake and she loved it.
Oh...fuck...
A wave of pleasure went through as Jake held her closer...his words alone caused such shivers making her yearn for more. She bit her lip, pulling away as he kissed her throat. Her hands were in his hair, tugging the long locks which earned him to nip at her throat.
“Jake,” she moaned, “Jacob.”
“Say my name, baby,” he hummed.
“Jake!” she whimpered. “Touch me. Touch me, baby.”
He hummed, pushing her tank top to the side to see her shoulder. Kisses, bite marks and the feeling of him sucking her skin. She grasped his hair and tugged it.
“Tug it, Kitten, don’t be scared.”
She nodded.
Jake pushed her tank top down, exposing her breasts. It was his first time seeing her beautiful cups in front of him. Nipples hard now and erected as he trailed kisses down her sternum.
His hand cupped her breast and instantly she was wetter than ever before.
“Baby!”
Jake was smirking, pressing his fingers together against her nipple. The pain was pleasure before he pressed his mouth to her breast.
She dreamed of this day. The day she was naked for Jacob Kiszka and here she was.
“Your tits are amazing.” His tongue was now lapping over her nipple. “I have been dreaming of seeing them since I can remember. I imagined them big enough to shove my pretty cock between them and fuck them.”
Fuck... Her back arched from his words alone.
“Do it,” she dared.
“Another day. We have 118 of them.”
She shook her head. “Don’t remind me. Fuck me, Jacob. Fuck me till I scream.”
Jake shook his head. “Eager there little kitten. Good things come to those who wait.”
She pushed his head further and he grasped her wrists coming back up.
His once beautiful hazel eyes turned black now - lust filled them - devotion to her.
“Naughty...”
She moaned.
He was rough. Y/N knew it and she loved it.
Jake took her wrists, dropping them and walking away,
“Jake?” she called.
“Patience.”
Y/N saw the outline of his hard cock in his boxers as he walked around the room, fining his tie from last night on the ground. Jake kneeled on the bed, taking her wrists once again and pushing them above her head.
“Behave or else you can’t come, Kitten.”
He tied them together, showing off his boy scout skills from the knots he did.
“Hold them there or else you can’t come, baby doll.”
She moaned once again, biting her lip and watching him. He was so determined.
Jake leaned back on his knees, looking at her, hazing as he glanced up and down. Slowly, she pressed her thighs together and rubbed them.
“How wet are you, Kitten?”
She did not know what to do. Never had she ever been in a position like this before. She kissed Jake plenty of time and have dry humped here and there. However, never have she ever been exposed to a man like this before.
It was just Jake. She kept reminding herself.
Jake’s fingers....The same ones that glide over the neck of the guitar, creating music that made her imagine the dirtiest of things.
She wanted to fuck him while he played guitar. She wanted to hear his riffs, mixed with her moans as she bounced on his cock. Forbidden fruit this was...she saw why Christians forbid it as it felt so good.
“Talk to me.”
“Very.” she moaned, “good.”
She closed her eyes, letting his fingers touch her breasts, hips, stomach which she sucked in slightly...scared of his thoughts.
Jake caught on. “Y/N, I love you and I love every part of you. Please don’t be shy.”
Y/N whispered a ‘yes’ before letting him pressed a kiss there then layered more.
Jake took her thighs, spreading them as he pulled her underwear down. Y/N closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she took a deep breath.
“Jake?”
He looked up. “Are you ok?”
“Can we talk for a second?”
He nodded, sitting up and looking at her.
“I have not-”
“I know and we can take it slow.”
She nodded. “But you have?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Do we need protection? I am not on anything.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of her lips. “I am just going to love your cunt, baby. Not gonna fuck you.”
“Oh?”
“We are taking things slowly-”
“We only have-”
“Shhh,” he kissed her lips.
“I did not like shave. Its tidy but like I know guys like it bare-”
“Baby, I don’t care. I just want you.”
Y/N nodded.
“It is only fair game if you see me, I see you.”
Jake smirked, pushing off the bed and slowly removed his boxers.
She was stunned...speechless...and uncanny. She swallowed and cowered back.
“Dolly.”
“It... It... It is a very...beautiful penis.” All of a sudden, Y/N noticed what she said and quickly hid under the sheets. “Jacob, I did not say that!” she rushed, peaking out before going back under.
He was beautiful. His hair long, hitting his shoulders with his slim but built figure. A pendant that she gifted for his birthday sat on his chest. A light six pack can be seen and a happy trail to his cock. It was hard, angry with precum coming from it. Veins ran through and he was circumcised.
He was trimmed, his balls sat there and his thighs were muscular.
Jacob, her best friend was naked in front of her and he was fucking beautiful but she just said something so stupid.
“Dolly,” Jake chuckled, “come here. It is just me.”
She peaked from under the covers.
“Thank you for the compliment. Your pussy looks amazing.”
Y/N grimaced and took a deep breath. She reached for him to grab his cheek to press their lips together again, holding him.
“Let me love on you, baby,” he mused against her lips. Jake went down, wrapping his hands around her thighs before bringing them over his shoulders. She felt his breath against her cunt, his eyes looking at it.
“So wet. So perfect. All for me.”
She moaned with each word.
His fingers spread her lips apart, swiping through her wetness before he bit his lip. She did not know where to her hands, but kept them above her head grasping the pillow. As if he read her mind, Jake looked up. “Hair, baby, hair.”
Hands still tied together, she tangled her fingers through his long locks, Tugging them with such force as his tongue began to lap on her clit.
This feeling she never felt before. She read in the books of the ecstasy...euphoria and above all, the high. Y/N has fucked herself before and has come by her own fingers. However, when someone else is doing this to you, you feel this feeling you never felt before...
Her toes curled, back arched and her head rolled back. She screamed, but his hand went to her mouth, holding it there.
“Don’t wake the whole house, kitten.”
He was right...they could never live this down if they were caught. Josh would make fun of them constantly and bring it up. Poor Sammy’s innocence would be ruined.
Y/N grimaced then, Karen...his mother would tell....
“Y/N, stop thinking,” Jake chuckled.
“I can’t stop. What if we are-”
“Baby, it will be ok. Just let us have our moment. You’re naked and I am between your legs right now.”
She nodded, closing her eyes once again.
Jake began his loving again. Pressing his tongue against her slit, he moved it, swiping her wetness before pressing a kiss to her clit.
She went tense, clenching herself.
“Relax.”
Jake was an artist making her his muse - painting a masterpiece against her. She clutched the covers, and ran her fingers through his hair before a loud moan came from her.
Jake placed a finger in her, slowly rocking it in and out before he pressed kisses upon her wetness. She groaned, thighs clenching.
He took his finger out to spread her thighs apart again.
“Baby, you got to relax, you eager thing,” he chuckled tapping on her thighs.
Y/N whined at that comment. One finger went to two while his tongue lapped her wetness.
It was heaven, feeling the wave of pleasure bund up. The feeling of tightness was forming in her lower stomach as her eyes clouded.
Tears that Y/N did not even know existed were flowing down her face.
She took sharp breaths, moaning out.
Then Y/N came, hard and long as she screamed his name. Jake glanced up, helping her ride her orgasm as he watched her.
“Beautiful. So pretty.”
Y/N smiled, taking his face and bringing him for a kiss.
“I am in love with you,” she whispered kissing his face over and over.
They rolled around in bed, holding one another.
“It is my turn to love you, Jake.”
He shook his head. “This was about you. Not me. All about you, Dolly.”
“But-”
“A cold shower does do wonders, my love.” He kissed her lips again before walking to the connect bathroom. Y/N bit her lip, reminiscing of what just happened.
What a night...
The last twelve hours had been priceless. Jake loved her. He was in love with her. Then he went down on her.
A little squeal came from her as she pushed the covers back. Her cunt was still tingling. She grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her as she entered the bathroom.
She could hear little grunts coming behind the shower curtain. A smirk came from her, dropping the blanket and pushing the curtain back.
Jake, her beautiful, sweet Jake was in the shower, cock in hand while he jerked it.
“Y/N,” he moaned.
She got in, wrapping her hand around him. His back was pressed against her stomach as she replaced his hand with hers. Jake rolled his head back onto her should as the shower hit them.
“Walk me through this,” she whispered.
He nodded/ His cock was angry, hard and thick. A vein was popping through as she slowly began movements of up and down.
“Like that, Dolly, but add some pressure.”
She did, clutching it a little harder. Little moans and grunts fell from her lips as she quickened her motions.
“You’re so good, Kitten.”
Y/N enjoyed the praising, smiling to herself.
Her movements quickened, rapid as she added a little more pressure. Jake came all over her hand, a loud moan came from him.
He turned to face her, kissing her lips and cupped her cheeks.
“Baby,” he whispered.
Y/N smiled.
“Did not know you were such a dirty girl...angel but a devil.”
All Y/N did in response was kiss him more.
They officially became something that day. Jake’s girl was now Jake’s girlfriend...
She was with him physically and emotionally.
After breakfast, Y/N went home to see her mom fixing the tap in the kitchen. She sat on the floor, holding tools out for her as her mind thought over and over what had happened.
“Mom,” she said.
Her mother, blonde and beautiful, a surfer and hippie at heart, turned to look at her.
“Jake,” the Y/N whispered, biting her lip. “He de-flowered you, huh?” she chuckled, shaking her head and going back to fix the pipe.
“Not quite. He went down on me,” the Y/N said.
Her mother pursed her lips and nodded slowly. “Oral is amazing, right?” Y/N nodded.
“It was like the best high ever and his fingers.” Ree chuckled.
“Guitarists, sweetheart. They are amazing lovers.”
Y/N felt lucky that she had a relationship with her mother. She was one of her best friends in life, a support system and someone with who she could talk about anything without embarrassment.
Sitting on the floor, she took a breath in. “Karen and I had a bet about who you would end up with. I always believed Jake – she thought Josh due to Kaitlyn.” Her brows furrowed. “Jake is a good kid, Y/N. Just don’t let love get away from your future.” There it was…the mothering. Y/N nodded in response. “I love him and he loves me,” she whispered. “That is so scary.” Ree turned to her. “I think it's time to get some birth control.”
The following day, Y/N got on the pill.
June 1983
Y/N walked towards Jake, who was leaning against her Jeep with a smile on his face. He looked edible, wearing jeans and a tee. His natural waves of hair fell perfectly, and he greeted her with a toothy grin. Y/N had her backpack on, her blonde hair braided, and she too wore jeans and a tee. She opened her arms, and he wrapped his around her, pressing a kiss to her lips.
"Hi, Dolly," he said.
Y/N cupped his cheek, looking at him with daze and wonder. "Hi, love," she hummed, kissing his lips again. They had a show tonight, and Jake had volunteered to drive them. The equipment was in the car, and they were only missing the boys.
"How was your day?" Jake asked, rocking them back and forth.
"Good," Y/N hummed as he held onto her. "Are you staying over?" he asked.
She nodded, having spent a blissful month with Jake, enjoying their time together while ignoring the countdown of their relationship. They had not had sex yet, and Y/N was dying too. Their families, friends, and the entire town knew of their relationship.
"Get a fucking room, love birds!" Sam yelled, running outside with Danny on his back. "We all know you two are fucking, don't need to see it."
Y/N laughed as Sam got in the car, and Danny flicked Sam's ear as Josh waltzed out. "They are in love. Leave them be," Josh said as he approached them. "Mama, I protect you at all costs," he hummed, hugging Y/N before getting into the back of the Jeep.
"I know you always have my back, Josh," Y/N said as Jake opened the door for her, helping her up into the passenger seat. Danny had recently added a lift kit to the white Jeep that the four boys shared, making it difficult for Y/N, who was only five foot four, to climb in.
It was 6 PM, and the show was at eight at the bar an hour away. Jake had his hand on Y/N's thigh as they drove to the next city over. It was crazy to believe that the band had begun when they were 16, and they had grown so much since then. The band and the boys were being noticed more and more, and they were now eighteen, graduated, and on with their lives. Danny and Sam were still fifteen.
Y/N's idea of posting videos of them online had helped them significantly, gaining them more fans and leading to more significant opportunities. In July, the boys were going to perform in Detroit, which was very exciting. Jake looked over at her, bringing her hand up to his lips. "Love you," he mouthed.
Y/N's mother appeared in front of her with Karen and Ree sitting next to her as Dave walked to the boys to help them set up. "Hi, mum," Y/N hummed, greeting them. "Hey, sweets, how are you?" Karen asked.
"Good!"
"Jake and you still good?" Karen asked.
Y/N nodded. "I have never seen him so happy since he got with you. I am just scared of what will happen when Josh and you leave," she mumbled.
Y/N glanced down and nodded. "I will visit."
"I know, hun," Karin said, and Ree put a hand on her thigh, squeezing it. "Jake and I will be fine."
"But Harvard… that is amazing," Y/N's mother said.
Y/N nodded. "I am excited."
"And you're studying?" her mother asked.
"Art history and English."
"A double major."
She nodded.
Y/N looked up as Jake walked up to their table. “What are you talking about?” he asked.
“Harvard,” Karen said.
Jake’s mood changed all of a sudden. “Right, cool. Do you want a beer, Y/N?”
“Make that 3,” Ree added.
Jake pressed a kiss to her cheek before ordering and going back to the stage.
“Jake doesn’t like when we talk about school,” Y/N mumbled.
Karin nodded. “I know.”
The show began. The lights dimmed and then the sound of the guitar began. Y/N was in complete awe.
They were talented. A star made for the stage as they played with such passion and life. She could not blink nor look away at Jake. She had no words but beauty. He was made for the stage. He owned the stage – a show on its own compared to the boys.
His hair was long, rocking with his body as he swayed.
His fingers…were art sliding up and down.
She clenched her thighs knowing exactly what they could do.
She was speechless, enraptured, and mesmerized.
Josh introduced the band and the applause began. Jake was the quiet one, standing with his pick between his teeth as he watched the crowd. His smile grew, searching the crowd till he found Y/N.
Then he was back to the guitarist role – drugged in his role and she did not see Jake anymore – she saw art. The guitar turned him into the artist he was destined to be and he was no longer her Jake, he belonged to the world of music.
He was transformed into another world when he played. On a high of his life, sliding his fingers and creating music that made people reconsider their lives. He was a drug to the world and she knew people would become addicted to the music he would create.
She was mesmerized by it just like how everyone was.
When there was time to pause between the songs, he would once again look back at her while his brothers caught their breath and rehydrated.
She watched Jake all night. She waved at him, winked, and gave him a smile every so often which would earn him a chuckle before he was consumed by the guitar once again.
Between playing a few of their songs, the one she wrote and some covers. Ever since they got together, they would always end with her favourite song – Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac.
She sang along, connecting her eyes with Jake as she swayed.
He chuckled, continuing to play.
“I want to be with you everywhere,” they all sang.
Jake was looking at her during that lyric. She knew him. She knew what he meant. He wanted her with him…everywhere.
The show ended, and the crowd stood up and broke into applause. They knew who they were – Turning Jane. They were going to be the next Led Zeppelin or Rolling Stones. Y/N believed it, and the crowd did too.
She clapped, a smile gracing her features large and wide. Jake was on his own high – all the boys were – he had a grin on that she could not explain before he looked at her. She sent him thumbs-up before he quickly nodded.
Josh ended the show by thanking them before she took her to leave and the bar was back to the preshow music and sauntering of sports and beer. However, she now had a larger smile than before and an imprint of the band that stole her heart.
The boys got stopped on the way back to her and now were shaking hands with a guy and got carried off to the side. Y/N watched them, the man was older, bald and wore a tee and jeans. She was curious but brushed it off.
“Brings me back to my days when we rocked to this stuff,” Y/N's mum chuckled.
“Ugh, tell me about it. The Beatles l stole my heart,” Karen added. “The boys can play anything and everything,” she added.
Y/N chuckled. “What instrument can Jake not play?”
Karen paused, pressing her lips together. “The boy learns instruments faster than I can drink tequila.”
Y/N asked, “Who are the boys with?”
Karin shrugged. “Usually they get old guys talking to them about ‘back in their day’.”
They continued with their conversation, talking about life and how Y/N's mother wants to buy another car to fix up. She taught Danny, who was planning on taking over her shop once she retired. Y/N's mother was a mechanic and owned Y/N’s Auto, named after Y/N.
Nonetheless, they chatted some more before the boys tidied up. It was nearing midnight when they finally packed the car and came back to grab Y/N.
Jake stood at the table. Y/N's mom and Karen left earlier with Kelly, and now Y/N was being collected.
“Hi,” she whispered, kissing his lips, “you were amazing, baby. Always are though.”
The smile on his face was one she had never seen before. His eyes glistened with light and stars, skin glowing, and an overall aura that shined brighter than a supernova.
“Spill,” Y/N whispered.
“What?”
“You are very happy.”
“It was a great show, and I am with my baby, and we should dance.”
“We should go home.”
“Dance with me.”
There was some country song playing from the jukebox, but Y/N wrapped her arm around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, rocking them back and forth. Jake leaned down, lips by her ear as he began to sing softly. It was a Beatles song. Something. He sang it softly.
This was the first time Y/N felt glee like this. Drunk in love, holding her man as he sang to her. And most ardently, she knew he was the one then. The one for her. Her greatest love and her forever. End game.
The funny thing was Y/N was a writer, and if a writer falls for you, you never die. They were forever, dancing in a small bar, holding one another as they smiled.
This was true love.
Eventually, they made it back to the Jeep where the boys were sharing a joint.
“Mama!”
“Look who it is… lover boy and pretty girl,” Sam hummed.
“Did Jake tell you?”
Y/N looked up at her boyfriend and he looked back at her with guilt.
“Tell her boys.”
“We are getting signed!” they screamed.
Y/N froze, questioning if she heard them correctly. Her hand held Jake’s tighter as she tried to wrap her brain around the truth they just told her.
“Wha-you..what…no. Oh my God,” she whispered.
Jake looked down at her. “I am going to be a musician, baby,” he said before looking up at the boys, “we all are.”
“No. No,” Y/N was shocked, shaking her head. “Holy shit.” Her hand was over her mouth now. “Holy fucking shit!” she screamed. She dropped Jake’s hand running to them and pulling them into a hug. “I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it!” she was screaming.
They were all yelling and screaming.
“You guys are gonna be a fucking band!”
The person who pulled them aside was one of the major people at Atlantic Records. They wanted to bring them in, chat and record stuff while signing them.
The boys could not stop talking as they drove the hour home. Jake was elated. Jake could not hold his happiness.
Y/N knew at this moment that these boys’ lives were changing.
Josh won’t be going to state college. Danny and Sam would probably drop out. Jake was going to be the best guitarist of this century and Y/N… was going to Harvard.
The door closed to Jake’s room. Y/N sat on his bed in a pair of his boxers and a tank top sheer enough to see her nipples. Her hair was wrapped up in a bun and her reading glasses were now on her nose.
“Dolly,” he whispered, looking at her.
“I know,” Y/N whispered back.
“It is happening.”
Jake was in his boxers, crawling on the bed to her.
“I think we need to celebrate.”
He raised a brow.
“Fuck me, Jake.”
Jake glanced down at her, mouth opening a bit.
“Make love to me. Have sex with me… Deflower me. Whatever the modern language-“
Jake attached their lips, pushing Y/N back.
“Let me love you,” he whispered against her lips.
Y/N rolled her head back, hands in his hair as he began to kiss her neck. It was not rushed, but it was passionate. She tugged his hair earning a loud moan before he went back to sucking her neck.
“Kitten,” he growled.
He only ever called her Kitten in situations like these.
Y/N hummed.
“Naughty, naughty,” he tsked, taking her arms and pining them above her head.
He leaned back, looking her up and down, debating how he wanted to fuck her and in what way.
“Gorgeous and mine.”
Y/N swallowed, licking her lips before he slowly took the straps of her tank and pushed them down, exposing more and more skin before removing it entirely.
“I love your tits,” he whispered. “Best tits I have ever seen. They fit so nicely in my hands,” he cooed, caressing them before kneading them between his hands.
But then she loved his stomach, his hips and his ass. His beautiful cock and him. She loved every piece of him,” he purred, eyes admiring him like artwork.
“Jake,” Y/N whispered, clenching her thighs.
“My kitten is always so greedy for me, huh.”
His fingers were rough – welcome to guitarists – but they were tender and thorough, he spread her thighs to sit between them as his lips sucked and nipped places.
“Should I fuck you then eat you out? Or the other way around?” he debated with a teasing tone.
“Jake,” Y/N whispered.
“Mhmm.”
“Fuck me raw,” she whispered.
“Baby we don’t need a baby.”
“I am on the pill.”
Jake paused, hands on her hips as he stared at her with wide eyes. His lip twitched before he glanced down to her clothed core and at her again.
“You are teasing me,” he stated. “When did this happen?”
She shook her head.
“Mother Ree-“
“Let’s talk about your mom right now.”
She chuckled.
“I have never fucked someone raw before.”
A little piece of him churned from that comment. She knew about his past partners… but she didn't like the idea of him seeing them like this before.
“Then this will be a lot of firsts for the both of us tonight.”
He bit his lips, looking at her with a devilish, lustful glare before he smirked.
“The things you’re going to do to me, kitten.”
She kissed him, pulling him close to her as she flipped their bodies so she was on top of him. “I may not be experienced, but I am not a saint,” she whispered, pulling her panties off and pushing his boxers down.
Jake was stunned by her sudden confidence, dominating him…
In this month, they have only jerked each other off and he has gone down on her…nothing more.
Her hands were flat on his chest, feeling his muscles twitch as she travelled up, rubbing her wet cunt on his thigh.
“Kitten, fuck,” he sneered.
A pendant sat on his chest, a religious symbol.
Jake was hers and she was his. Two bodies that were now one.
“Patience,” she cooed, rocking her core on his thigh.
He glared at her, smirking. “Have fun…while it lasts.”
She saw that he was enjoying this moment of her “trying” to dominate him. With a smirk, she glanced down at his angry cock, standing proud and in need. Thick, long around eight inches with precum dripping from its head. She leaned down, looking at him through her lashes as she blew air on them.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped.
Slowly she let her tongue lick her lips before taking his cock and pressing a kiss to the head of it.
“Josephine,” he whispered.
She shook her head and tsked.
Her hand was on the base of his cock, and her tongue dived down, licking up before she covered her mouth around his head.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
"Jake, baby, shhh, we don't want to wake the others," Y/N teased.
"I am going to fucking," he began but was cut short by her bobbing her head and spitting on his cock. "God, you...I fucking..." he was lost for words.
This side of her came out of nowhere, taking control and delivering him a sloppy but skilful blowjob. Her lips were swollen and red as her hands groped his balls and her mouth played wonders on his cock.
Jake had his head rolled back, eyes closed as he grasped her hair, pushing her head down.
"Baby," he hummed, "Y/n."
She swirled her tongue and pushed him back till she gagged.
Jake opened his eyes, feeling the rumble in his stomach. His hands cupped her jaw, pulling her up. A long stripe of spit came from the head of his cock to her mouth.
"I want a picture of this. I need it."
So he did. He took a picture of her.
"When you go and be a fucking college kid. I can look back-"
"Jake."
He smirked, smashing their lips together. Their hands moved up and down their bodies before he found his hand on her hips, pushing her up before lining himself with her entrance.
Before he did, he pulled away.
"Have you ever touched yourself?"
She nodded. "Fingers."
Jake's face fell. "Well, you can’t go fuck yourself now that I am here."
Jake took his cock sliding it up and down her core, covering his cock with her wetness before he slowly began to enter her.
There was nothing compared to this feeling. She was being stretched, being filled with him. Jake was inside of her. They were becoming one right now.
She clenched which earned a low rasp from him.
"You are so tight."
Her fingers were nothing compared to this.
She held onto him, arms wrapped around his neck as their forehead touched. She opened her eyes to see his closed.
Her hand touched his cheek.
"God, love."
He entered her fully and they stayed like this for a moment. She was still on top.
She felt at home, in his arms, filled with him. He was made for her – moulded for her.
"Jake, you can move."
He nodded. "With you being on top, you have to rock your hips. Like you need to-" His hand was on her waist as he slowly moved her the way she was supposed to move. "Or I can be on top."
"I want to be on top."
"Ok, then do this and I will thrust from below."
He was experienced. That was the first thing she noticed about the way he was helping her and talking to her.
She did what he said. She rocked her hips, clutching him close. They moved in sync, pleasure controlling them as they moaned and gasped.
She pushed Jake down, so his back was on the bed. Hands-on his chest, she made eye contact with him as she fucked him effortlessly.
"Oh my God," he whispered. "I need a-"
"Picture?"
Once again, the polaroid came out, taking a picture of Y/N in this risqué position. Y/N bit her lip, taking her finger and pushing it inside with Jake's cock in her before pulling it out and putting it down his throat.
“Fuck, I love you!”
It was pornographic. She knew that. But Y/N had read a lot and seen a lot online, and sex was easily understood once you got the hang of it.
Jake was so deep inside her, making her mind clouded with euphoria. Jake’s fingers went to her clit, rubbing at which earned further pleasure. He pushed her over so he was on top, taking her thighs and hiking them on his shoulder, delivering a new angle.
“My turn for fun, kitten,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to her lips. He pounded in her, fingers working at her clit as her head rolled back and she screamed his name. She clenched her cunt as she felt the bundle of nerves begin.
“Jake!”
“I know! I know!”
“Come, baby. Come now.”
Just like that, they were moaning messes, riding their highs as ecstasy and euphoria controlled them. Y/N held them close as they caught their breath.
She felt his cock twitch in her before she felt his seed spread inside. It was so hot. So sexy. She did something naughty but so good.
Jake looked up from lying his head on her breasts.
“Best sex ever.”
Y/N chuckled. “I feel honoured.”
He was quick, pushing back. “Spread your legs.”
“Jake.”
“I want to eat your pretty cunt and taste my cum with yours.”
She swallowed, nodding. Jake went down, spreading her thighs before going back. His tongue swiped up before he began flicking and sucking her clit. His fingers rocked inside of her, taking the mixture of them to spread all over her cunt. He pulled away, taking his fingers and rubbing it on her stomach, spelling his name with their cum. It was hot. Y/N did not know what to do. She was so infatuated with this woman, enamoured, and above all in love.
Her partner was claiming her and she came all over again. Jake fell next to her, their breaths were rapid, catching themselves before they looked at one another.
“We were made for each other,” she whispered.
“We were sculpted for one another.”
“I am never wearing a fucking condom again. Feeling you,” he turned to be on her side, “feeling your walls clench and your wetness,” he growled.
Y/N chuckled, kissing her partner's lips.
“Your name is spelt on my stomach with cum.”
Jake chuckled. “Sexy, right?”
“Very.”
Jake got up, pulling on a pair of boxes before walking over to the bathroom to get a cloth. She cleaned Y/N off and they fell asleep. Y/N lost her virginity last night to Jake and it was not the last time they would make love. They made fucked daily.
August 1983
Y/N sat on the sand, watching Jake splash in the ocean with Sam and Danny. Josh was next to her.
“I am betraying film,” Josh whispered.
Y/N turned to her friend.
“And if I betray film then I am betraying my dream.”
She held the towel close to her, seeing Josh look in the distance.
“We are going to be a band, Y/N.”
Josh had not said her full name since they were thirteen. She was stunned.
“I know.”
“We get signed on Friday and then we are in the studio. We are releasing a single then an E.P. then an album. We are going to tour. We are a band.”
“I know.”
He finally looked at her. “Rock and roll is our future.”
“Just don’t do the rock and roll life.”
Y/N shivered. She shivered and chills ran through her. She did not think of it. What was rock and roll? They were a rock and roll band.
Drugs, sex, and alcohol.
Groupies.
Cocaine.
Hard liquor.
Jake was going to this. She closed her eyes.
“He will always love you.”
“I know.”
“You two are end game.”
“I know.”
“So what are you scared of?”
“The future. We will be turning into different people.”
“That is growing up, mama.”
She looked at the man, playing in the waves and she knew what was coming next.
It was time to say goodbye.
August 8, 1983
Greta Van Fleet was officially signed to Atlantic Records today.
August 12, 1983
Y/N finished her first journal today. She left it at Jake’s house.
August 20, 1983
Y/N fucked Jake today. How many times? She did not know.
They fucked while he played the guitar. They fucked on his amp, in his charge room before he played... They fucked all night. They fucked because they knew what was going to happen next.
September 1983
Y/N laid in Jake’s bed, fingering his curls as she pushed them back. He was at her house, sleeping in her bed. Her room was empty - not a single thing was left that reminded her of herself.
She got a studio in Cambridge. A quaint one-bedroom that was within walking distance of the university.
Y/N was moving - she was leaving Frankenmuth and chasing her dream.
Jake was so peaceful when he slept. His long hair was down and still looked perfect as ever. His lips pouted slightly and his lashes delicately sat on his cheeks. His face was inches from hers, but his legs were curled around hers and his arm was hugging Y/N.
They stayed up last night, bathing in each other’s company...
Y/N and Jake were naked, lying on top of each other with a bottle of tequila between them. They stole smokes from Y/N's mom and lit them as they blew smoke in each other's mouths before kissing.
“Dolly,” he whispered, rolling to his side.
“Yes, my lover.”
“When did you know you loved me?”
Y/N swallowed, seeing his eager and innocent face. She cupped his cheek, pushing his lip down gently.
“I did not have a moment where I knew I loved you. It just happened, but that is what makes it beautiful, Jake. I looked at you and I was filled with these feelings. I never had this screeching halt where I looked at you and was like, ‘Yup, I love this kid’. There was no neon signing beaming at me saying, ‘Well you love your best friend’. I was calmer and quieter. One day, I guess I looked at you and I recognized that the feelings were not different but rather more like home. You felt like home.”
He tucked a strand behind her ear.
“It was beautiful. It was serene and peaceful, and I laughed at myself that night because, amid chaos and disaster, I realized how deeply I care for you. It was an awakening.”
Jake grinned. “That was beautiful, baby. That is why you are the writer and I am simply the guitarist.”
“We would make a great band,” Y/N whispered.
He chuckled.
“When did you realize you loved me?”
“I think I was five.”
“No!” Y/N screeched.
“Truth. I am not going into poetry though.”
“Try, Mr. Musician.”
Jake turned to look at the ceiling. “That is Josh - all that lyrical bullshit.”
“Give me a riff then.”
He laughed.
“She,” he whispered, “she loved the colour yellow. The colour of the meadow that was by their house. She would sit and play with the many daisies and flowers, admiring them while he grew to love the colour. Never a bright guy, he was. He preferred the darker colours, but amongst the darkness, she shined like light. Now he laid beside her,” he turned to look at Y/N, “with tears glinting from the sunlight, laughing to himself as he sat in the meadow, knowing she was no longer there.”
Y/N stayed quiet.
“You’re drunk,” she whispered.
“I am a poet.”
“Fuck off.”
“I will fuck myself off then, baby. Look at my cock!” he chuckled, shoving the blankets down.
Y/N turned to look at him. “Love me one more time.”
Her fingers grazed his cheek as she leaned down to kiss him.
“Baby,” Y/N whispered.
“Sleep.”
“I need to leave in two hours.”
Jake rolled over, his back facing her as he took a deep breath. He pushed up and looked at her.
“Harvard day,” he joked.
“Come with me.”
“I can’t. Have to be in the studio tomorrow.”
Y/N nodded.
“I don’t want to drive three days.”
“You can call me at every stop. We can talk. I will entertain you.”
They made love for the final time that morning. It was never like before, it was slow and passionate. They cried. They cried in each other’s arms.
Jake and Y/N sat at the breakfast counter as she watched her mother finish packing. She knew her mother pitied them, but there was one final thing Y/N had on her mind.
“Jake?” she asked. He was sipping his coffee.
“Are we breaking up?”
He looked up from his phone to look at her. “That’s a stupid fucking question.” It was so harsh and Y/N jerked back.
“I will take that as a no.”
“You are moving across the fucking country, Y/N.”
“I will take that as a yes.”
“And you are leaving me.”
Y/N turned to her coffee and took a deep breath. “Thank you for seeing museums in me where I saw empty hallways.”
He looked back at her, pushing away from the table and running to her bedroom. Y/N was confused and followed him.
“Say that again.”
“What?” she exclaimed, watching him grab his guitar.
“You saw museums in me when I saw empty hallways.”
“Yes! A song. Write a song with me.”
“You don’t write songs.”
“Write a fucking song with me, Dolly.”
So they sat and they wrote a song. It was Y/N's final gift to him.
That day they wrote The New Day.
Y/N and Jake spent two hours writing a song together. Y/N looked up at Jake, seeing tears in his eyes. Jake was not emotional with anyone else but her. She held him close, her head on top of his.
“I did not think we would get to this point,” Jake said.
“Baby, this is not a goodbye. It is a see you later. I will be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. You can come to me at any time.”
Y/N kissed him. Not once or twice. She kept kissing his lips and holding him closer than she ever did before. She played with his hair, tracing his features trying to remember him.
“We are destined for big things, Jake, but we will find each other again,” Y/N said.
Jake nodded.
“We are young. So young.”
“I am going to marry you. Once you are done school, marry me, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Take me Jacob Thomas Kiszka as your husband,” Jake said.
Y/N began to cry, wiping her tears. “Yes. I will marry you.”
Jake did something Y/N never thought he would do, he ran to his bag in the corner and got a box.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
Y/N did and she felt cold metal against her skin. Her hand went to it, feeling the metal.
“Open.”
She walked to the mirror to see what it was – a locket.
“Vintage. I bought it when I went to Seattle a few weeks ago. Open it,” Jake said.
So she did.
“Guitar pick.”
“From the first show, we played.”
Y/N turned to him, taking her necklace and putting it on him. She pulled his hair to the side as she slid the gold necklace on.
“It’s an old Greek coin. I got it when I went to Greece with my mom.”
He turned to her, bringing her in for a kiss.
“I can’t believe I am going to sleep alone tonight. I have not slept alone in-“
“So long.”
It was the truth. Since they got out of school, every night they were together.
A knock interrupted them and Ree came in.
“Time to go, baby,” Ree said.
Y/N nodded, turning to Jake.
“Don’t hate me.”
“Never,” he whispered.
They sat, holding each other’s faces, looking at one another and not breaking eye contact.
“I was hoping we wouldn’t get to this part. Something magical would have changed,” he whispered.
“I know, but sometimes,” Y/N halted, taking a break, “you need to pause love for your future.”
Jake agreed with her.
“You have the band!” Y/N exclaimed.
“Amazing, hey.”
“Just don’t forget about me when you’re big and famous. Girls falling at your feet and throwing bras at you like an Elvis concert.”
He chuckled. “You will always be number one. I will never forget about us. Never.”
“We were good,” Y/N whispered, “what a time it was.”
He agreed, quietly again rose.
“Remember, I am a call away. Few hours on a plane and if you are touring the world – say hi to me.”
Jake kissed her again. “Always.”
“Forever and always.”
Y/N got up, grabbing her backpack and Jake did the same, taking his guitar and bag too. They walked downstairs to Y/N's mom's truck. Pausing, Y/N looked at the boy before her... he was a chapter in her novel and she knew that he would come back. Someday their paths would pass again.
Jake was a lover. He would yearn for Y/N. She knew. He would compare every love he would have to her. He would search for her unless he found something better.
Y/N loved Jake. She truly did. He was her world - stars and moon. She was destined for something and he was too. The universe, however, was a funny thing and if it was truly meant to be… they would cross paths again.
She placed her stuff in the car and Jake did the same to the Jeep.
They stood in front of each other.
"Call me," he whispered.
"Always."
A pause. A long pause.
"I love you," Y/N said. "Rock hard rockstar."
"I will send you a ticket. Always."
She kissed him. He whispered he loved her and then she watched him walk away.
Jake walked away, stopped at the Jeep and debated to turn around but he did not. Y/N's eyes closed and a single tear ran down her cheek.
Love was a funny thing.
"I will always care for you, Jacob. Even if we are far, far, far away from one another. I will always care for and love you. Forever and Always
Rock hard.
xx. Y/N, Your Dolly"
A note in his guitar case.
END OF PART 1
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Welcome to my masterlist, fuckers
Thanks for taking the time to check out my works! Disclaimer: anything that is written and posted is a work of fiction only. I do not know the boys personally and though they are very much real and loveable as hell, this is all a product of a shit ton of imagination and a truck load of inspiration. I’m just here to entertain and maybe make your hearts mushy a little, thanks for stopping by!
p.s- my works contain mentions of alcohol, drug use, cursing, mentions of smut, and anything along those lines. Minors DNI!
Sunshine
Prologue•
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Completed (5/20/22)
you - j.m.k • there’s only so much a heart can take (angst)
come back, be here - j.m.k • missing Josh while he’s on the road can be overwhelming, but a lovely surprise deems it all worth it (angst/fluff)
my girl - j.m.k • daddy/daughter (fluff)
maybe - j.m.k • nothing is ever too broken (angst)
Unless It’s You
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Completed (4/28/22)
back to you - j.t.k • wanting what you know you’ll never have gets old (angst)
home remedy - j.t.k • at home remedies tend to work best (smut/fluff)
only one - j.t.k (fluff)
the ways I love you - d.r.w • sharing with Danny the many ways in which he is loved (fluff)
without you - d.r.w • you have an argument, but neither of you can sleep without the other (angst/fluff)
settle - s.f.k • sometimes we settle for less than we deserve (angst)
be my baby - s.f.k • a relationship that keeps on giving (fluff)
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The Discography of an American Groupie - Prologue
Summary: Life of limelight, lies and lovers since the beginning of time in the 80s-90s.
Part 1
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There were lights - golden hues that shined so bright but centred on a particular person. It was like lightning - a flame - focusing on those underneath them. They were there...the band Y/N loved so much.
The limelight, the freedom, the stage...all were factors that made them who they were.
Jake was made for that stage - designed by the upper forces to be on that stage. He would walk on with this look, owning the world with that guitar and that smirk. It was pure confidence but comfort - a home away from home - a home away from her.
There were only two things in life that mattered to him - the music and her.
He shined on stage, seducing the world with the gentle caress of his fingers against the strings. A lullaby for the world to cry to or a song that would make the fans and the crowd scream in emotion.
Y/N was in the crowd, one of the many shows she has been to and she felt the same way as any fan did. She was entrapped by their music.
She held herself tight, eyes watching his face, his hair which flowed and his body that rocked to the beat. His fingers were a gift from the Gods, angel-like as they travelled up and down the neck as his right hand strummed a melody that made us all swoon.
Y/N closed her eyes, listening to the everlasting emotion he made her feel.
She rocked back and forth with the music, smiling as she knew this man. her lover, best friend, partner in crime, childhood treasure and above all, forever and always her partner in my lifetime. Her Jake.
She was Dolly, Babydoll and he was Lover Boy. Nicknames since they were young lovers.
Y/N knew the consequences of rock and roll. The life of the road, the endless pressure, drugs and groupies. Fuck...she indulged in it as well, entangled herself in the motion of the rockstar high.
However, when Jake made that guitar scream...she was once again that little girl all over again, standing at eight years old when he played for her that Beatles song.
The acoustic was now rarely played but at the time, it was the only guitar he owned. History was a funny thing...
Y/N stood in the crowd, watching the sweat flow down his forehead - like a water droplet falling from the sky to the ground below. It travelled along his face, those plush lips that she kissed many times down his bare chest to the ground.
He stood proud. The lights hit him as he played his solo. It was lustful, the way his fingers danced along the neck.
Y/N knew what those fingers could do...can do and will do. Especially later on that night.
She swallowed but not on her own terms. She was swallowed by the crowd.
Jake was fading away from her. Hands out, reaching for him as Y/N screamed his name not in love but in fear.
Fans were in front of her, blocking her from the body down the street until she could no longer see him. Simply he was gone.
Jake Kiszka was not there. No longer her boy and no longer in her reach.
Forever and always they promised each other but it seemed that this promise was one of many that were broken.
Jake Kiszka walked on stage. He really shined on stage as he began that riff, he made the audience scream.
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