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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 7 months

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Picture Perfect- Jake Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, oral sex (f receiving), hitting (very light), unprotected sex, language, MINORS DNI

A/N- Thank you to @sunandthemoontwinflames for their request. I hope I did it justice, and I hope you enjoy it. ☺️ Also, sorry it took so long. 😅.

✨️Bajabule ✨️

-Ken

A clap of thunder shook your apartment, followed by a bright streak of light flashing behind the glass of your windows. You pulled your blanket close to your chin, cuddling deeper into the couch cushions. You scanned the room, dimly lit with candles. The power had gone out almost twenty minutes ago, and still had yet to return. You sighed and pulled out your phone from your sweatshirt pocket.

You opened your message app and quickly found what you were looking for.

You: Want to come over?

You closed the app and set your phone face down on your knees. You peeked out the window behind you, watching the wind blow through the trees, making them bend and sway. The rain pounded heavy on the asphalt, creating a mist. It set an eerie scene straight out of a scary movie. Your phone dinged, alerting you to a new message.

Jake: I thought you said no more late night visits?

You rolled your eyes as you recalled what you had said to him the last time you were in his bed. You and Jake had known each other for a few months now. You had met him at a bar. His band had a gig, and you were there to drowned out the pain of your recent break-up. You had thought he was cute, and the way he played his guitar was hypnotizing. You found yourself wanting him to strum you like he did the strings. With the help of some liquid courage, you found him after his set. One thing led to another, and you found yourself waking up in his bed the next morning. You thought it would only be a one-time thing, but a few days after that, he was in your bed.

You had continued that pattern. Calling him when you were lonely, when you needed him to distract you from your thoughts. And vice versa. You had told him a week ago that you were tired of the 3 A.M. booty calls. That it made you feel cheap. You hadn't admitted to him, nor did you think you ever would, but you had caught feelings. He hadn't asked you over since then, and your hurt feelings had kept you from breaking the silence. But tonight, you were alone in a dark apartment. Nothing but the memories of him touching you to keep you warm.

You: I changed my mind. Come over.

Jake: Can't. Band practice.

You: Jake, I'm so lonely. I need your hands on me.

You bit your lip as you anxiously watched your phone screen, waiting for his response. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered hard and fast.

Jake: Imagine I'm there, sucking on that sweet pussy, and touch yourself.

You inhaled sharply as you leaned back on the arm of the couch, sliding your hand down your shorts. You lightly stroked your clit through your panties.

Jake: Are you doing it?

You: Yes, Jake.

Jake: Good girl. Now, get your fingers wet and fuck yourself like it's my cock.

You let out a soft moan as you brought your fingers up to your mouth. You slid them across your tongue, picturing them as Jake's. How he tasted, the way he would fuck his fingers into your mouth until they were slippery wet with your saliva.

You: Show me.

Jake: Show you what, doll?

You: Your cock. I miss it, Jakey. Send me a picture of it.

Jake: A picture, hmm?

You: Please.

You moved your wet fingers back into your shorts, pushing your panties to the side. You teased your entrance as you watched your phone. You waited like that for a few minutes until you couldn't anymore. You set your phone on the table beside you and plunged your fingers into your heat. You fucked yourself as you thought of Jake pounding into you. As your climax came and went, you curled under the blanket towards the window, watching as the rain became softer. You tried to ignore your hurt feelings as your heavy eyelids closed.

.....

You groaned as soft knocks at your door roused you from sleep. You rubbed your eyes, pleasantly surprised to see your lights back on. There were a few more knocks on your door as you stood up, stretching. Walking towards the door, it dawned on you that it was still night. You cautiously approached the door, cursing yourself for not putting a bat in the corner like your dad had suggested. You stood on your toes to peek out of the peep hole.

You gasped quietly, realizing who it was. He stood leaning on the door frame, his brow arched as he rubbed the stubble on his chin. Your stomach dropped as you cleared your throat, turning the locks and opening the door.

"Jake. What are you doing?" You avoided his eyes as you scanned over him.

"Well. You said you missed my cock." He licked his lips, taking a step forward. " I figured you'd want the real thing, instead of a picture."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest as he walked forward, kicking the door closed behind him. You took a shaky breath as he snaked a hand up your back, grabbing a handful of your hair. With a quick snap of his wrist, he had your head bent back, leaving your neck exposed to him. He ghosted his lips over your sensitive skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface.

Your fingers dug into his biceps, making him groan into you. He let his tongue run a broad strip up your neck to just under your ear. You whined, closing your eyes as you relaxed into him.

"Fuck, Jake." You whispered so softly, you weren't sure you actually spoke it aloud.

He took your earlobe between his teeth, biting gently. He walked you backward towards the recliner you had in the corner of your living room. He let his hands slid up your sweatshirt, squeezing your bare breasts.

"Get this off." He mumbled while his fingers tugged and rolled your hard nipples.

You pulled the hoodie over your head, tossing it to the side. His mouth found your chest, sucking dark red marks into your soft skin. You moaned, your head swimming. You tried to focus on his shirt buttons but found it almost impossible when he was flicking his tongue against your nipple. You started to sit in the recliner, but his hands flew to your waist, keeping you upright.

"Not so fast, babydoll." He smirked as he lifted his mouth from you.

He undid his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him. He grabbed your waist, turning so his back was to the chair. He sank down to the floor slowly, hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts as he sat. Pulling them down your legs, he looked up at you through his lashes, looking almost innocent. But the sinister smirk he had painted on his lips said otherwise. He helped you out of your shorts and ran his fingers up the back of your thighs.

"I want you to do something for me." He whispered while his fingers roamed your lower half, making you hyper-aware of how close his touch was getting to your mound.

"And what is that?" You questioned curiously, wondering what filthy request was going to come from his mouth.

"I want you to straddle this chair. A leg on each arm, so you can ride my tongue." He smiled; his eyebrow arched as he slid his pointer finger through your dripping slit.

His cool finger on your warm core sent a shiver down your spine. He focused on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles on the bundle of nerves. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you closed your eyes, reeling in the bliss of his touch. As quickly as he started, he stopped. You opened your eyes to find him sucking on his finger with his eyes closed, savoring your taste. You let out a soft whimper, causing him to break from his trance. His eyes found yours as his hands slipped around you, grabbing your ass.

"You're so sweet, doll. Let me have a proper taste." He spoke as he pulled you to him.

You squealed softly as he lifted one of your legs and placed it on the arm of the recliner. You mirrored his action with your other leg as his head fell back onto the soft leather. You hovered above him, a little nervous about relaxing onto him. His arms snaked around your thighs, pulling you to his mouth with one fast squeeze.

He ran his tongue though your slick folds before finding your swollen clit, giving it a few soft flicks.

"Ride my face. Give it to me, sweetheart." He mumbled against you as he flattened his tongue.

You bit your lip as you looked down at him, only his eyes visible, staring up at you. You laced your fingers through his hair for support as you started to rock your hips over him. You leaned your head back and moaned as your clit slipped over his warm, wet tongue.

"Oh fuck, Jake. Your tongue feels so good." You pulled at his hair, making him moan into you, vibrating your core.

You bucked your hips over him faster, moaning out his name. He reached back and landed a cracking slap to your ass, making you whince and cry out. He rubbed his hand over the sting, soothing it.

You felt tingles through your body, the the metaphorical band of your impending orgasum tightening in your lower stomach as you worked over him.

"Jake. I-i'm gonna..." You breathed, suddenly unable to form a sentence.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you firmly down on him, and pulled your swollen bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking softly. Cries escaped you as the band snapped, radiating warmth throughout you. He continued to hold you down, lapping up your release while you rode out your orgasum. He let out a low growl as he flipped you so your back was on the seat of the chair, and your ass hung off the edge.

You looked up at him, panting and dazed, and watched as he quickly undid his belt. His lips and chin glistening from your juices.

"I need to be inside you, now." He spoke in a deep, low voice, making you let out a quiet moan.

He let his pants and underwear fall around his ankles as he brought his hand to his lips. With his eyes on yours, he ran his tongue up his palm. You let your fingers wander down your body to your still soaking wet heat, and rubbed soft circles on your clit as you watched him. He dropped his slick hand to his hard cock, wrapping around it and slowly stroking. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched your fingers work.

"God. Such a pretty little cunt you have."

He stepped forward, leaving his pants in a pile behind him. You moved your hand to his hip while he slid his cock up and down your pussy, your wetness collecting on his soft tip. He lined himself up with your entrance before placing his hands on the arms of the chair, hovering over you. His lust filled eyes found yours while his plush lips parted just a little. The darkness and need in his eyes made you hold your breath. He was so beautiful, like a Greek god. But with intentions so inky and sinful, like the fallen angel himself.

He pushed into you slowly, letting you feel every inch stretch you. His face contorted while he entered you, eyebrows scrunched and mouth hanging agape. Your back arched away from the fake leather of the chair and into his chest.

"Yes, doll. Just like that. You take me so well." He praised as he leaned down to take a nipple between his teeth, biting down with the softest amount of pressure. Just enough to make you scream for him.

He moved in and out of you, setting a slow but firm pace. A shap thrust at every in stroke making you gasp. He flicked his tongue over your nipple lightly before leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses up to your neck.

"Fuck, I love fucking you princess." His warm panting breath tickling the sensitive skin below your ear. "You like how I fuck this pussy, don't you?"

Your eyes rolled back as a stream of moans flowed from your mouth. He moved off of you until he was standing, his hands found your throat, and squeezed the sides. He pounded into you, the wet noises coming from between your legs made you clench around him. He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw as his thrusts stuttered. After a moment he regained his pace and his eyes snapped open, almost black and boring into you.

"I asked you a question." He hissed though clenched teeth, his fingers digging a little deeper into the sides of your neck. Your head felt fuzzy, the lack of oxygen only making his relentless pounding more delicious.

"Y-yes. I lov-love how you f-fuck this puss-y." You stammered between whines and moans.

A hint of a smirk played on his lips as he leaned back down to you, his lips crashing into yours hungrily. His tongue twirling around yours, swallowing your whimpers. As he pulled away from you, his hands left your throat. He swated your cheek, just hard enough to leave a faint sting.

"I shouldn't have to ask twice." He grabbed your hips and lifted them, angling them up slightly.

This let him pound deeper into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot. The rush of him slapping you and this new angle had you hurtling towards your release. Before you could warn him, you were shaking and screaming as your orgasum ripped through you.

"Holy shit! That's right, baby. Fucking cum on this cock." He watched as your release covered him.

He fucked you through it as he whined and let a chorus of curses float from him. You felt him throbbing inside you, his thrusts slowing down. He pumped once more before leaning his head back, moaning your name while he filled you full of his warm liquid.

He collapsed on top of you, sweaty and panting. Your fingers found his hair and stroked the damp stands, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he sat up and removed his soft member from you with a wince. You planted your feet on the ground and stood up on shaky legs. You kissed his cheek before heading off to the bathroom to clean up the mess dripping down your thighs.

....

He was sitting on the couch with just his jeans on when you walked back in the living room, a lit joint between his lips. You collected your hoodie and shorts from the floor and dressed, his eyes on you the whole time. He offered the joint to you as you sat down next to him and smiled.

"Better than a picture?" He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

You took a drag and held in the smoke for a beat before exhaling. You nodded and coughed as you handed it back to him.

"Absolutely." You answered, resting your head on his shoulder.

As you sat in the silence, your mind raced. You wanted this. You wanted him. Not just for sex. You wanted his mind, body, and soul. You wanted to know what made him happy, what made him mad. What kind of soup he liked when he was sick. What he looked like when he cried. You wanted him to show you all the deep, dark parts of him he could never show anyone else. Your heart pounded as you sat up. You cleared your throat and turned to face him.

"Jake?" You whispered almost too quietly.

His head remained leaned back, but he opened his eyes as he took another puff of the dwindling joint. "Yes, doll?"

"I- uhm." You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "I like you. I really like you. And, I want to be with you. No more casual sex. I want a relationship." The words flowed out of you like vomit.

You studied his face as he processed what you said. His silence seemed to stretch for far longer than you would have preferred. He sat up, putting out the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table. He rested his elbows on his knees and finally looked at you, a small smile spread on his face.

"You don't know what you're asking for, y/n." He stood up, grabbing his shirt and slipping on his boots.

He kissed the top of your head before walking to the door, opening it and sighing. He turned towards you, his mouth open to speak, but he closed it and offered you a meek smile instead. You watched as he disappeared into the hallway, the door closing with a thud behind him, leaving you with confused tears stinging your eyes and a crack in your heart.

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