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Miss You (Vamp!Jake x Reader Smut)

AN: this is a continuation of Lost Boys, but you didn’t have to read it to enjoy! Just skip the emo part at the beginning!

Warnings: Biting, Public Sex, Blood Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Penetration

You sat across from him in the dark bar in Amsterdam, the third city you’ve been to in the past two weeks, in complete silence. He was rigid, somehow more so than normal. Danny and Sam had written to Jake, telling him that they too had not heard from their eldest brother, Josh. No one had heard from Josh in months, and it was starting to chip away at Jake, and subsequently you as well.

Despite physically distancing himself from his brothers, he couldn’t help but always have them on his mind. They were his everything, other than you, and now that he knew how to keep you safe and heal your relationship, his attention naturally turned to the one he felt he had lost; Josh.

“Baby?” You questioned quietly, pulling Jake from his haze. He quickly looked up from the sound of your soft voice, instinctively smiling at his favorite sight. His left hand tightly gripped a large pint of dark beer, almost pointlessly, as it would take something much stronger to get him actually drunk.

“Hmm.” He hummed as he reached across the table to take your hand in his. Jake rubbed his thumb gently over the back of your hand, a slight disappointment. Jake had been nothing but gentle with you lately, caressing you with light fingers that tickled instead of stung. It made no sense to you. You were a vampire now too, yet he treated you like you were that fragile girl that laid on the sandy beaches of Santa Carla. Not one bruise, bite, or mark disturbed your skin, and you hated it.

“What are you thinking about?” You knew the answer, but you wanted to see if he’d admit it.

“My brothers.”

“Josh.” You corrected.

Jake hung his head slightly, smirking and licking over his bottom lip, amused at how brave you’ve become in challenging him. You watched his tongue move so slowly, wishing that it was tracing the curve of your hip. You knew you should be ashamed of thinking about sex when he was fighting something internally, but he was your soulmate and it was always so hard to keep your hands off of him. “You know me so well, baby.”

“Like you always say, we are written by the moon.” You smirked back. Jake pulled your knuckles up to his mouth, letting his lips linger with a soft kiss. His eyes didn’t leave yours, so there was no way Jake missed the way your eyes rolled. He dropped your hand slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Now, what was that?”

You embarrassingly avoided his gaze, biting the inner part of your undoubtedly pink cheek. Jake let your hand fall to the table, but kept a strong grip on your wrist. A touch that made you shift in your seat.

‘Baby, can you look at me?’ He carefully phrased it in a question, so you were able to avoid the request. Jake waited a moment, to see if you would give in to him. Years ago, you would in an instant, yet now you are more familiar with your stubbornness. When you continued to defy him, he squeezed harder around you. ‘Look at me.’

The demand that echoed through your head was impossible to disobey. In response, one that was entirely out of your control, your head whipped to look at your husband. Jake’s jaw was set to the side, his eyes darker than they were before, eyebrows lifted with amusement.

“You know better than that.” He growled from his seat. Jake leaned forward, pulling your arm as he did to bring your bodies closer over the table. “I’ll ask once; will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

You remained silent, looking at him through your coated lashes.

“Fine, tell-”

“You forget, Jacob, that I can make you do anything I want as well.” It was yet another challenge, one that he seemed impressed by.

He slowly let go of your hand, taking his place back perfectly slouched in his chair. Jake’s left hand slid down his thigh, pulling at his black jeans trying to give himself more room. Maybe this was working, maybe you needed to be the aggressor for once. Just to give him the incentive to treat you the way you so desperately desired.

‘Better be careful, babygirl.’

‘Or what? You gonna keep treating me like I’m gonna break?’ The thought came out before you could stop it. You exposed yourself at the first chance you got, obviously more desperate than you initially thought.

Jake bit back a smile, becoming aware of what was really bothering you. He chuckled, slowly nodding his head. “You’ve missed me?”

You stayed silent once again. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of a response to his patronizing teasing.

From an outsider's perspective, there was nothing being said between the two of you nestled in the back of the bar. Yet, Jake was not removing himself from the space in your head he occupied so often.

‘You missed the way I touched you? You miss the bruises, baby?”

You shifted in your seat, your skirt not giving you the friction you were pining for.

‘You miss how I bite you? Making sure you are mine, only mine?’

It took all your concentration to keep you from throwing your head back and moaning out his name in front of all these innocent mortals.

‘Oh, I know. You miss the way I’d fuck you. You want me to fuck you, baby?’

You got up from your seat without a word. You knew that the only sound you were capable of forming was a filthy high pitched moan. You grabbed his hand, as he sat smiling, pulling him behind you. Jake didn’t protest or put up a fight, he just stopped you for a second so he could throw a hundred dollar bill down on the wooden table. It was way more than the two beers cost, but he was in a rush and money didn’t matter to a man who has lived for hundreds of years.

Jake let you think you were leading him out of the bar, but the two of you knew that it was him that was in control, over everything. He was not just your husband, but your creator, your alpha.

Before the two of you reached his black motorcycle parked on the side of the building, he grasped your waist, pulling you to spin back into his arms. He held you almost impossibly close to him, giving you the ability to feel how excited he was just to get you back to your shared bed.

“Do you know-” He started while pressing his forehead to yours.

“The safeword, yes. Twilight.” You bounced on the balls of your feet. The excitement of what was to come manifested in overeager, almost silly movements.

Jake laughed lightly at your eagerness, kissing you on the top of your forehead, lighting up butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m glad you know, but that’s not what I was going to say.” Jake bent down ever so slightly to meet your eyes directly. “Do you know how much I love you?”

You responded with a kiss, knowing that it would hold more weight than any words. The passion in the way your lips moved with one another caused both of your fangs to come out. Biting into one another’s lip, eagerly chasing the blood that was threatening to fall down your chins. The kiss was paired with Jake’s hands roaming your hips and ass, squeezing every time you pressed into him. It was evident he needed this just as bad as you did. He had missed you too.

“Let’s get back, baby. I’m not sure I can wait that much longer.” He looked down between your bodies, yet you didn’t have to look to know what he was referring to. You could feel his hard cock pressing into you right under your belly button, teasing you already. You didn’t expect him to be this hard from just a kiss, but Jake’s body revealed what his words could not.

You walked backwards towards his bike, pulling him along with you. A playful smile fell upon your lips. Jake’s brown eyes hooded over, watching you with so much love and infatuation, a look you thought only possible in fairy tales.

“You won’t have to wait.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?”

You mount the motorcycle, settling down in your rightful seat. Sitting on the back his bike felt like you were on your throne, and in a way you were.

“You’ll see.” You winked, lifting your skirt higher up your legs slowly, your trademark move. Jake watched in hungry amusement, licking his lips once you revealed the scar he gave you so many years ago.

Jake trusted you, but there was a flash of annoyance when you did not give him the answer he wanted. He looked at you once more, silently requesting a response. Once he settled with the fact that he would not get one, he started his bike with a coinciding shake of his head. The roar of an engine giving you a false sense of privacy, you found the button of his jeans. Your manicured fingers easily popped it open, making it easy to pull the sturdy zipper down.

“Baby…” Jake warned in a shaky breath.

You kissed the shoulder of his leather jacket, moving your lips up to his ear to whisper; allowing your fang to bite into his lobe. “Can you take me home, daddy?”

“Fuck. Anything for you.”

You squeezed your knees into his hips to hold on, unable to use your hands to keep you from falling. He drove off reckless and fast, trying his best to make the fifteen minute drive much much shorter.

One of your favorite secret things about Jake was that he seldom wore underwear under his jeans, and right now you silently thanked him for the dirty habit. You palmed him, not because you needed to, but just to tease him further. You could hear him curse under his breath, feel his hips jolt forward trying to get you to wrap your fingers around where he needed you the most.

Jake white knuckled his handlebars when you pulled his cock free from his tight jeans. You were lucky that there was no one else on the road, but in all honesty neither of you ever paid any mind to those who surrounded you.

You twisted your wrist as you ran your hand up the long length of his cock, running your thumb over the tip. Jake groaned and his cock twitched in your hand the second time you repeated the movement.

‘You okay, Jakey?’ You mocked. You knew that this was the only time that he wasn’t going to take all control from you, and you had to take advantage.

‘You’re in for it when we get back.’

‘Lucky me.’

You moved your hand up and down his cock, squeezing harder the faster he drove. You kept a nice steady pace, not actually wanting to get him off just trying to make it torturous for him until he was deep inside you. Every bump he hit was used to your advantage, sending his dick further up into your hand.

“Can you go any faster, baby?” You whined in his ear. Your voice was light and flirty, sounding more innocent than you ever should.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going.” Jake’s voice was strained. He was fighting off all urges to pull over and bend you over his motorcycle right then and there, a thought that looped through both of your minds often. He had done it once before, on the backroads of northern France, and it remained one of your most cherished memories.

“I just want you so bad.” To punctuate your point you brought your free hand further into his jeans to his balls. As one hand continued to pump him, the other gently massaged him. You were rewarded with a string of moans and shaky breaths from your lover, making you smile into his shoulder. “Do you want me, Jake?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

“Then faster.” You demanded.

The speedometer hit one hundred. Jake sped past any car that stood in the way of being able to fuck you. You weren’t scared in the slightest, letting the adrenaline further along your lust.

You could feel yourself growing wetter. You were soaking through your lace panties to the point you swore you could feel it dripping down your thigh. You rolled your hips forward so your pussy was pressed further onto the leather seat of the bike. The vibration and pothole ridden road was the only thing giving you some relief.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moan again in his ear. Your hands were still on him but slowed ever so slightly by the distraction of your own pleasure.

“Y/N, are you using my bike to get off?” He tried his best to look behind his shoulder, to get any sort of glance of your pussy grinding against the leather seat. Yet, unfortunately for him, he had to keep his eyes more so on the road.

“Mhm.” Your head fell further into his shoulder, hot breaths tickling his neck. “I am.”

You could see him gulp down his arousal, quickly collecting his composure. Jake didn’t like allowing you to win, and he would not be doing that now. “Good girl.”

The pet name coaxed you along, praise giving you motivation. You moved your hips back and forth at the same pace you jerked off Jake, the closest thing you could get to fucking at the moment. His cock had grown even harder, something you didn’t think possible, and you knew that you would be sore in the morning.

“How much longer?” You whined after kissing the side of his neck.

“Just a few minutes, baby. Keep going, get yourself wet for me.”

You followed Jake’s orders, rocking and riding the movement of his beloved bike. You kept working on him, the feeling of him under your touch making you even more excited. It took five, maybe eight minutes to get back to the hotel you were staying in. Yet it felt like an agonizing eternity. The last sharp turn into the hotel parking lot caused the two of you to gasp in relief, the anticipation finally over.

Jake killed the engine then got off the bike, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He didn’t bother buttoning them back up, he knew that they’d be long forgotten soon.

You missed the feeling of him in your hand the moment he left you. Giving him puppy eyes, you looked up at him from his bike. Jake just smirked, picking you up easily from your seat. There was a noticeable spot on the seat, slick that was only visible with the bright light of the full moon. You wrapped your legs around him, letting your pussy settle against his stomach.

“I love you.” You declare with a kiss on his nose.

“And I love you.” Jake declared as well with a kiss to your lips.

He carried you through the lobby, kissing your neck, paying no attention to the two elderly women knitting by the check in desk. You sheepishly wave, noticing that the two were staring.You noticed a letter on the counter. One with handwriting that looked very familiar to you, but one particular kiss just below your ear caused all your concentration to be focused on the way Jake felt like an extension of yourself.

“Good for them.” The one with a neat bun of gray hair laughed, her words heavy with an accent.

“If my husband looked like that, I’d climb him too.” The other with the cat sweater added.

Jake stopped, turning to the older women with a sly smile. “Ladies. My apologies if we keep you up this evening.”

“Honey, don’t let us ruin your fun. Treat her well.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

Jake continued on up the stairs of the small inn. It wasn’t anything fancy, but of course he booked the biggest room on the second floor. It was simple, with a king sized bed and a two person tub, all that was required for a blissful weekend.

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Kiszka, I’d say she was hitting on you.”

“Look at me. Who wouldn’t hit on me, Mrs. Kiszka?”

“Mhm.” You leaned down for a kiss, trusting Jake enough to lead the way without the use of his eyesight. If he took a path once, he’d be more than capable of knowing it like the back of his hand.

His fingertips gripped into your ass under your skirt, the first of many bruises that would form on your skin. His tongue prodded into your mouth, making it abundantly clear who was in charge now.

Jake was able to kick open the door with ease. With the shield of privacy your room gave him, he sprinted to the bed, dropping you on your back with a smile. He towered over you, looking even more terrifyingly ethereal with the warm light glowing behind his head. In one swift motion, Jake grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and yanked it over his head. You gaze at his perfect chest, the way his broad shoulders flexed after looking at you laid out for him. His jeans, still unbuttoned, laid low on his hips, barely constricting the boner that was begging to come out.

“You wanted it rough?”

You gulped down. It was what you wanted but with the way Jake was looking down at you, you became a little intimidated at what his plan may be. His hair was wild from the ride, lips swollen from the earlier bite, jaw tensed. He looked god-like.

“Baby, don’t get shy on me now.” Jake kneeled on the bed. One hand on your bent knee, the other in his jeans rubbing himself. “You were so brave before. What happened?”

Your mind felt so fuzzy. There was a buzzing energy, something you had not felt in so long. It was not lust, there was something else here. However, before your mind could land on the answer, Jake pulled your knees apart.

“Perfection.” He whispered to himself, eyes locked between your thighs. The twin scars on your thighs usually caught his attention, giving pleasure and pain, but this night he was only focused on one thing; giving you what you had asked for - his favorite thing to do.

You leaned back onto your elbows, expecting his lips to trail up your thigh. It was routine for the two of you, Jake always wanting to taste you before he got any pleasure himself. Your hips swayed, adjusting to the fact that he had not yet given your body any touch.

“Jak-”

“Can you stand up for me?” Jake sat at the edge of the bed, smiling to himself. You wanted so badly to know what he was thinking, and even though you had the ability to do so, you felt it was more so in your favor to be surprised.

You did as he asked, standing in front of him. Your hip popped out to the side, attitude laced in each curve of your body. It was not intentional, quite the opposite actually. You were just that annoyed with having to wait for pleasure.

“You don’t look very pleased.” Jake spoke smoothly, his confidence in full. The way you looked at him reminded him that he was the only one that truly knew how to pleasure you, the only person you loved. And that is what drove him, inside and outside the bedroom.

“I want you.” You whined as your thighs rubbed together. You sucked in a sharp breath at the littlest of pressure to your clit. You knew now you indeed were dripping down your thighs. “I miss you.”

“Me or this?” Jake pulled his cock out from the little bit of coverage his low sitting jeans supplied. Your body instinctively took a step forward, being called to him so naturally. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping slowly, bothering you more so than himself. “I think you should stay there.”

You took a step forward, head held high. You looked down on him, faking as if you had any power in this situation. “Or what?”

“Do you really want to test me?” His thumb deliciously ran over the head of his cock, his pale skin contrasting the pink of his tip. Jake bit his bottom lip. His fangs would be threatening to anyone else, but to you they were just another pleasurable part of his exquisite body.

Your foot barely brushed against the floor before Jake had you scooped up into his arms. He easily sat you along his lap, your weight feeling like a feather. Your stomach laid along his thighs, your skirt bunched around your waist, hands trying to find anything to grab onto. They rested on the rose-embroidered comforter, clutching on so tightly.

“How many?” The palm of his hand ran up the back of your thigh, ghosting over your pussy annoyingly, before trailing down the other. “How many do you think you deserve?”

“For?” You croaked. Your mouth was dry, as it seemed your body was occupied with keeping other parts of your body wet.

“For?” Jake scoffed. “For your dirty words in the bar. For jacking me off on my bike, in front of the whole city. For not telling me what you needed.”

Jake kissed the top of your head after making his last point. It was something the two of you could discuss at a different time, now was promised to the burning touches he kept from you these past months.

You didn’t answer him, knowing that it wouldn’t influence him in any way. Your skin started growing hotter, your cheeks burned, every inch of you was begging.

You barely felt the first smack to your ass, your adrenaline too high and Jake’s hand still too soft. “Still not rough enough? You’ve grown so brave, baby girl.”

The only response your body could produce was to stick your ass even higher into the air. Initializing him to try again, maybe just a little harder this time.

Jake’s hand raised above his hand. His fingers were spread, so he could cover as much surface area as possible. If he was going to do anything, he was going to make sure that you were in pain like you had asked for.

“Fuck!” You gasped the moment the sting of his skin seared against you. There was no way that you wouldn’t have a welt of his handprint on your skin.

He slapped you again. “I’ll make sure I leave a mark this time.”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. A cute smirk on your lips to compliment your innocent wide eyes. “Don’t you think you’ve marked me enough, Jakey?”

You squeezed your hands between your bodies, finding your way to your inner thigh. Slowly, you circled the scar, in the exact way Jake usually rubs against your clit. You watched him crane his neck ever so slightly, not trying to get caught, as he stared at your two fingers.

“It’ll never be enough.” He growled and slapped your ass one final time as hard as he could, only because he knew you could take it. “Not until the whole world knows who you belong to.”

Before you could respond, Jake pulled your thin lace panties to the side, giving him a perfect look at just how soaked you were. He spared no second, running his pointer finger up from your clit to where you ached. Opposed to his slaps, his touch was feather light. It was a different kind of pain he was inflicting. You pushed back into his hand, desperate and whiny, just for him to pull his hand completely from you.

“If you want me in your pussy, you need to be a good girl.”

“I am a good girl.” You pathetically moaned. The way Jake raised his eyebrow told you that he did not quite believe your words, your body contradicting the statement.

However, Jake amused you. Pushing his fingers into your soaking wet pussy, you screamed out his name. His cock grew against your stomach, loving watching your head thrown back and your lips part to form his name so filthily.

“Whose good girl? Who do you belong to?” Jake pumped his fingers inside you slowly, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Yours. I’m forever yours.” You were growing impatient, needing so much more of him than what he was giving you. It was his cruel way of giving you the little bit of punishment he could for not speaking up before this evening.

Jake leaned over to whisper in your ear. His breath tickled against your neck, causing you to roll it to the side in hopes for his full lips to land there. They never did. The only thing he gave you was the smallest movement of his fingers. “Then use your words and tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Not good enough.” He kept moving his fingers in and out of your pussy, yet he methodically slowed down to a pace that gave you almost nothing. You tried again to push back against his fingers, but Jake used his free hand to pin your hips down. “Try again.”

“I want your cock.” You whimpered. It was becoming painful not getting what you wanted, Jake usually jumped at the chance to fuck you.

“And?”

“And I want you to make it hurt.” You felt shame admitting it, but your honesty was rewarded.

Jake lifted you off of his lap, unfortunately removing his fingers from you in the process. He wasted no time ripping your clothes from your body, leaving your linen dress in a pile of shredded material in the corner of the room. You were placed on your knees, being held up with his arms wrapped around your back. He had complete control over your body, just how you wished.

Jake ripped your bra in two, as smooth as a piece of paper, while he kissed down your torso. Your eyes fell shut, your neck fell back, and goosebumps lit up your skin when his focus turned to your nipples. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving your body shaking against his.

“More.” You breathlessly whispered.

Jake shook his head. His teeth scraped against your skin as he moved to just below your collarbone. You felt him leave the gentlest kiss before a searing pain took over. Jake bit into your skin at the same moment his fingers found your clit. His fingers moved fast, expertly knowing the rhythm needed to get you where he wanted.

Blood poured down your chest, spreading across Jake’s chin. His brown eyes looked up at you, a deviant glint taking over his usual loving look. Jake shot you a smile, his fangs tinted red with your blood, lips wet and glistening. “How’s that, baby?”

“Perfect, baby. Please keep going.” Your hips were rocking against his hand. He allowed this knowing that you deserved some type of release after all of his teasing.

Jake flattened his tongue, licking across the bite, then up your neck. He stopped right under your jaw, nipping at the skin before bringing his mouth to yours. Against your lips he cooed; “You like when I bite you, dirty girl?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Jake kissed you then quickly moved to your shoulder. He harshly bit down, more blood spreading across your chest and sliding down both your bodies. Jake sucked at your skin, knowing your body will heal, he divulged in his fantasies. Your blood was everywhere, and his tongue quickly followed. He wanted to taste you, he wanted all of you.

This continued for a while. Small bites, big bites, on every part of your body that was exposed to him. It heightened your pleasure, and your orgasm was threatening to break through.

“Daddy, please?”

“Please what, baby?”

“Can I cum? Please, please!”

“On the count of three.” You nodded your head, biting down on your lip to concentrate on not disobeying him.

“One.” Jake moved the arm that was holding you, allowing you to fall back against the pillows.

“Two.” Two of his fingers trailed up your body, collecting as much of your blood as he could in the process.

He paused his counting, still rubbing against your clit. Jake stared down into your eyes, so intensely you wouldn’t dare look away. His fingers fell upon your lips, your own blood staining them darker. “Three.”

As you came, Jake shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You wrapped your tongue around them, cleaning them off perfectly for him. Your body convulsed, electricity seemed to run through you, every nerve of your body lighting up at once.

Your mouth was full, so the room was just full of muffled moans until he placed both of his hands on your hips. The moment you could you screamed his name. You kept repeating it as he watched your every move. You swore his eyes rolled back at the sound of his name, but Jake was always too quick to regain his composure.

Once your body calmed down, his clothes joined yours, allowing his cock to be free against his tan stomach. You reached for it, only to have him slap your hand away.

“You told me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you.” Your eyes grew wide. You weren’t sure if you were ready for it just yet. Jake must've read your mind, because his lips twinged up in a smirk. “Too rough?”

“No!” You shouted quickly.

“Good.”

Your body was flipped so you were on all fours, your ass higher than your shoulders creating a perfect arch in your back. He didn’t need to, you were already so wet from your first orgasm, yet Jake spat down between your bodies, spreading the spit on your pussy with the tip of his cock.

“Jakey, I need you.”

“I know, baby. You’ve been so good for me.” Jake slowly pushed inside you, the pleasure causing your chest to fall completely against the mattress. “So, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jake pulled his cock completely out of your pussy before slamming it back into you. His hips forcefully collided with your ass as he fucked you. You could feel him in your stomach, making it harder to breathe. Your chest roughly rubbed against the soaked sheets with each one of his thrusts.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before..” He said breathlessly. Jake’s stamina had always impressed you, but the fact he was talking so coherently while he was fucking you so hard took you by surprise. “You don’t have to talk, baby. Your body is telling me everything I need to know.”

Up until that moment you didn’t realize your pussy was clenching around his cock. Your body had a natural reaction to him that you couldn’t quite understand. Whimpers, moans, and heavy breathing filled the room. Jake never wavered, continually fucking you hard and fast.

You gripped onto the red sheets with white knuckles, screaming into the mattress in hopes that the ladies downstairs couldn’t hear you. This obviously upset Jake, because his right hand ended up in your hair. His fingers messily tangled in the strands, giving him the leverage to yank you upright against his chest.

His left hand found your throat, squeezing hard enough to sting but not hard enough to keep you from screaming. “I said you don’t have to talk. I still want to hear you scream for me.”

You fulfilled his request. Screaming and moaning loudly as he fucked up into you. Your body felt weak from the intense pleasure, and you silently thanked him for holding you steady. Your head rested back against his shoulder, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together. To Jake you looked the most perfect like this, connected as one with him.

“I know you want to cum, I can feel it.” He whispered in your ear, pointed with an extra hard thrust. “Together?”

“Yes, Jake, yes!” You knew you were loud, but you weren’t sure it was possible for you to be any quieter.

Jake’s rhythm finally became sloppier, as his concentration turned to not coming until you were both ready. “Will you say it with me?”

You knew Jake wanted to demand you to cum for him, your body literally not being able to say no to him. But it was only fair if you could do the same.

“Yes, on three.” Your voice was hoarse, shaky and meek. Yet you were able to say the demand at the same time as your lover.

“Cum for me, baby.” His words were louder than yours, however it didn’t matter. Both of your bodies came together, melding together passionately. Your breaths matched one another, the rise and fall of your chest synchronized as you came down for your euphoric high.

Jake gently laid you down against the mattress, smiling and kissing your forehead. “Are you okay?”

You kissed his lips back, feeling the sting of your muscles as you raised up onto your elbows. “Never better.”

Jake looked down at the mattress, cringing at the sight. “Quite the mess. I should probably go ask for some more sheets”

Just as you were going to ask him to stay with you for a few more moments, there was a knock at the door. Jake’s eyes grew playfully wide.

‘Guess we were too loud.’ He said in your mind.

You chuckled, pushing him off the bed with the pad of your foot. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it low around his waist before answering the door.

You watched him, admiring his body so intentelly you couldn’t focus on what was being said. It wasn’t until Jake turned around with a white face that you knew this wasn’t just a noise complaint.

“Baby, what is it?”

He held a small envelope in his hand. It looked like it weathered and the top edge was torn. Jake never looked up at you, yet he croaked. “It- it’s a letter. It’s a letter from Josh.”

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