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anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: abuse, mentions of past abuse, sexual assault, misogyny, ex drama, violence, insults, cursing, let me know if I missed any.

author’s note: this is where the plot thickens, ok? trust the process lol. PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE WARNINGS. this is a heavy chapter. we’ll get to more of the lovey-dovey in coming chapters, but this? this is not love. reader beware.

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Chapter Three:

you did your best to forget about jake.

sure the loud music was annoying but the image of him, shirtless, brushing your cheek replaying in your head constantly was much more infuriating. you just had to forget about that asshole. that toned, cocky asshole.

kaylee finished painting that night and in the morning, while you were getting dressed, you apologized for not helping her finish.

“don’t worry about it. I could tell you were too in your head to work”, she smiled then squinted at you, “what happened that made you so spaced?”

you told her. everything.

from the first time you talked to him, to him touching your cheek.

she was speechless.

“yeah. I definitely see where you’re coming from”, she breathed.

“yeah, I don’t know what to think”, you finished buttoning your blouse,”but for now I gotta go. I have an interview in an hour.”

you hugged her, grabbed your keys, and made your way down the stairs to your car.

you knew what you needed to focus on today was getting a job. you didn’t spend four years working two jobs and being a full-time student to daydream about your neighbor.

you were interviewing at your second pick of jobs in the city. your first pick hadn’t responded to your online application yet, so you decided to go for this one for now.

you wore a patterned pink blouse with black slacks and small pink kitten heels. you were already a little uncomfortable in the heels, but you chalked it up to nerves.

the building was huge, many offices on many floors peered down at you. you felt small, but you were trying to stay confident.

walking into the waiting room, you felt eyes on you. many other people lined the walls in chairs, seemingly applying for the same job. as you checked in, you took in the overbearingly white, hospital-like walls and gray details.

certainly less color than you would prefer, but you needed a job nonetheless.

the wait felt like forever, but it was probably only ten minutes.

a woman walked in, in a black dress, and looked down at her clipboard. she called your name and you quickly stood up. following her, you were led down a small white hallway with gray carpet.

they must really detest color here, you thought.

she let you into an office and you quietly thanked her. inside was a man in a suit and tie sitting behind a desk. his face, adorned with a small scowl, was halfway hidden by a computer screen.

“hello, sir. i’m here about the marketing job”, you greeted, holding out your resume for him to take.

he didn’t look up, focused on his computer, but waved his hand for you to sit.

you did, squirming a bit uncomfortably in the thick plastic on the chair. finally, he finished typing and looked at you.

“oh, right. the, uh, marketing job.”

his middle aged voice was a bit raspy, and his posture suggested he’d been working nonstop for a few decades.

“so”, he started, “what do you see yourself doing in five years?”

the question was a given at any interview, so you were thoroughly prepared.

“I see myself with a growing career, hopefully in a higher position than i’m interviewing for, and living in my own house just outside the city.”

“with your husband?”

you had to hide the flash of pain on your face as you remembered your ex. ex-fiancé, in fact.

you replied, “sure, maybe in time, but I don’t have any plans for that right now.”

he rolled his eyes and wrote something on a paper in front of him.

“i’m sorry, sir”, you smiled, not understanding what you did to illicit that response, “is there something wrong with my answer?”

“it’s always girls like you, so young, that act like they don’t care about relationships. only careers.”

you laughed half-heartedly and tried to stay polite.

“well, I did work very hard on my career so a husband can wait.”

he raised his eyebrow, “that is a woman’s purpose, you know. your life doesn’t truly begin until you are married. then you can have children and fulfill yourself.”

you were shocked.

such an outright misogynistic remark made you question if you heard right.

you didn’t hide the shock and anger on your face as you stood up.

“excuse me, sir, but I am more than just a machine that can get married and produce children. I am a person, a very smart one at that, who can make her own decisions and pay her own bills. I do not need your input on what you think is important for me to do with my own life. thank you for the interview, but I think i’ll pass on working here. i’ll see myself out.”

you turned and left, angered and appalled.

fuck, is it asshole men month or what?

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the drive home gave you time to calm down. you listened to a podcast and tried to relax but it was becoming harder and harder with all the things on your mind.

you finally got home, relieved to go upstairs and take off your shoes.

walking into your hallway, you start looking for your keys in your purse.

“hey.”

you stopped.

you’d know that voice anywhere.

your ex-fiancé.

“tanner, what the fuck are you doing here?”

you looked up, taking him in. your breath quickened, terrified. he was intimidating, scary.

“I found where you ran off to. such a hole in the wall, is it not?”

tanner examined the hallway, flicking the chipping paint.

you looked beyond him to see your apartment door, just a few feet away. you had to get there. you needed to lock yourself inside and call the cops.

“it’s good enough for me”, you replied shakily.

you started to move towards your door, steadily.

he followed you down and planted his hand firmly on the door.

“no. you’re not going anywhere. not until you tell me that you love me again.”

even while being frightened of him, you scoffed.

“say I love you again? tanner, you beat me at our engagement party! you’re fucking sick! you really think I could still love you after months of abuse?”

his faced hardened. he started inching closer to you.

you backed away, hitting the wall.

“please, tanner. calm down. just go home. please just leave me alone. please.”

in a swift move, he grabbed your arm hard. you yelped in pain, knowing he’d leave more bruises on top of the ones still healing.

“what was that? you don’t love me?”, he was borderline yelling. “you can’t fool me, bitch. I know you do. you still want me.”

when you started to sob, tanner forced his face on yours into an unwelcome kiss. he pushed his knee in between your legs, putting pressure on your core, as he grabbed your breast in his hand roughly.

pain entered your body from every angle.

you grunted and sobbed against him, “get off of me!”

then you heard a door open.

after this, it’s all a blur.

you remember bits and pieces of two men fighting.

“get the fuck off of her!”, one yelled. he planted a punch right on tanner’s jaw.

you fell to the ground, sobbing with your legs pressed to your chest.

the men swung at each other, tanner landing a few blows to the other one. but then, after one more punch to the face, tanner fell.

he was unconscious, and you buried your face in your arms to avoid seeing his face anymore.

the other man squatted to your level.

“fuck, are you ok?”

you lifted your head, and saw jake.

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yeah. I told you. no picnic in this chapter. BUT keep reading, it will get better. as always PLEASE feel free to leave me feedback, give suggestions, etc!

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traffic-was-a-b1tch · 4 days

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anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

warnings for this chapter: bitchy jake (showing a soft side? 😏), cursing, slight arguing, let me know if I missed any.

author’s note: heyyy guys! thank you so so much for all the love on the first chapter of my first ever series! as always, please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!!

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Chapter Two:

this had been the worst two days of your life.

nonstop music from your neighbors apartment, every. single. night.

with job hunting during the day, you were exhausted and praying for sleep at night. but, like clockwork, his riffs would wake you up and force you to listen.

he was doing it on purpose.

you had tried to complain twice, but the apartment manager was out of town and none of the staff had any clue when he’d get back.

you couldn’t deal with this anymore.

tonight you had a plan. after two days of almost zero sleep for you and kaylee, you both went to home depot to look for paint. hopefully the zen of painting would drown out the insufferable noise your neighbor insisted on making.

don’t get it wrong, the music was good. it would be good at a bar or at a concert, but in the middle of the night in a thin-walled apartment building? torture.

“ok, are we going with ‘Suddenly Sapphire’ or ‘Beacon Blue’?”

kaylee’s question brought you out of your mind, which was seemingly always on jake. something about his beautiful face, cockiness, and aggravating nature made him so hard to get out of your mind.

you were forced back to kaylee’s question, as she looked at you expectingly.

“um. I mean, aren’t they like the same color?” you really couldn’t decipher a distinct difference between the two shades of blue. kaylee gawked at you.

“um absolutely not?! this ones darker”, she pointed.

you squinted, still not really seeing a difference.

“well if you’re the expert, you tell me which one will look better.”

she scoffed, “well of course ‘Suddenly Sapphire’. it would look great with the couch. you really have no vision, do you?”

her playful tone brought a slight smile to your face.

“ah why would I have that when I have you?”

kaylee rolled her eyes and grabbed two cans of the paint.

“yeah, yeah. come on, picasso.”

the drive home was full of traffic, but you two didn’t notice. you filled the time planning the painting that awaited you and how the color would affect the layout of furniture. the music on the radio almost covered the laughter that came after you two made an inside joke. kaylee really was your best friend and you realized how excited you were to share an apartment with her.

walking up the stairs to the apartment with paint was quite the workout, you found. but once inside, you changed into painting overalls and pulled your hair back. time to get to work.

the first wall was done after just a few hours. and you were right, the painting soothed you and made you forget all about your lack of sleep. and jake. and job hunting. and as always, there was your ex.

there was a lot going on in your mind at the moment.

the blue added a beautiful hue to the streetlight coming into the apartment window and you could definitely see kaylee’s vision now. the night was tranquil and the blue made for just the right vibe.

you backed away from the wall, laughing after realizing how much paint you had gotten on your overalls and arms. kaylee was just as covered with paint from working on the second wall.

the chevron she was perfecting looked really good, and you began helping her add a second coat.

just then, like fucking clockwork, came a strum of an electric guitar followed by the boom of drums. you pressed your eyes together and gritted your teeth.

damn it. what an asshole.

you opened your eyes and worked to soften your face.

relax. relax. he’s doing it to get you mad.

you continued painting, hearing a muffled bass line join the music. it was slowly getting louder, more intense.

you tried to stay calm and focus on the zen painting.

you were going over the lines of the chevron, repeating in your mind: calm, steady, just don’t think about it.

then a singer’s voice came sharply into the noise, almost screaming, making you falter in your movements and getting blue paint outside the lines.

your face contorted with anger. you looked over to kaylee, meeting her eyes and showing her the paint accident. she gasped and shook her head.

“go get ‘em.”

she didn’t need to tell you twice.

you dropped your brush and stomped out your apartment. you violently knocked at his door. he was going to hear you now.

the music cut, and you could hear faint cursing come from inside. after a few moments, you raised your hand to knock again, but the door swung open before you could. you swept your hand back down and looked him right in the eyes, anger clear on your face.

“hello there”, he greeted with a forced smile.

“hi.”, you bit back, the annoyance radiated from you.

“do you know what fucking time it is, jake? and how some of us might have things to do that would benefit from silence?”, you emphasized the last word, your arms crossed.

he looked you up and down.

“and what is it you’re doing that requires silence AND those overalls?”

the slight insult made you boil.

“we are painting, thank you very much. and I just-“ your thoughts cleared from your mind when, out of your peripheral vision, you realized he was shirtless. his body was breathtaking.

no. no. stop right now.

you shook your head slightly, trying to get yourself back on track.

“um, I just messed up because of the noise coming from your apartment.” you returned to your anger.

he smirked and you could tell he knew how nervous he made you.

“well it sounds like you need help focusing. maybe you should work on that.” he started to close the door on you, but you stuck your foot out to block it.

“absolutely not. what I NEED is for you to be quiet.”

he opened the door again. cockiness was dripping from him.

“again, honey, earplugs.”, he stepped forward and stuck out his hand to wipe at some paint on your cheek. his body language changed, seeming to be slightly caring. you breathed shakily. goddamn.

he smiled mockingly, knowing what he was doing. then jake shut the door on your face.

you were too distracted to be mad now. you just slowly backed away, retreating to your home. your mind raced. did he feel something? that moment his fingers brushed your cheek. there was something.

you got back inside and tried to collect yourself. kaylee looked at you, expecting you to be glowing with victory after telling him off. but all she saw was confusion and nerves.

“what happened? are you ok?”, she dropped her brush and came over to you, grabbing your shoulders.

you shrugged her off and gathered her hands. “i’m, i’m good. I think i’m done painting for tonight. I just”, you breathed, “need a sec.” you squeezed her hands, assuring her, and went to your room.

locking the door, you finally got a chance to think about what happened. overwhelming was an understatement. you had put together your bed the day before, so you sat on the edge of it and flopped down.

did that really just happen?

how are you gonna sleep now?

what a fucking day.

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ahhh!!! so excited to continue this. (please excuse any typos or anything lol.) PLEASE let me know what you would like me to write next, give suggestions, feedback, anything!

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I need a trigger warning for shirtless jake

body CRAZY

#my fucking goodness #he’s gorgeous #i’m dead

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goodness fucking gracious.

oh god i thought we weren't getting any more X

#jake kiszka run me over with a car #jake please perform every concert with no shirt #I think I just died a little inside

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traffic-was-a-b1tch · 14 days

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anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

warnings for this chapter: bitchy jake (iykyk), slight arguing, let me know if I missed any.

author’s note: heyyy guys! this is my first ever series! i’m super excited to write it and I think its gonna be a fun one lolz. please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!!

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Chapter One:

your pulse beat rapidly. you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.

you put the last of the moving boxes on the couch and looked at kaylee. your smiles radiated as you took in your new place. the two bedroom, one bath apartment stared back at you.

the walls were painfully white and bare, but the dark blue couch added much needed color to the middle of the living room.

“it’s not much to look at right now”, she started, “but I think we can work with it.”

“let’s hope”, you laughed.

of course you both could work with it. y’all could turn a dumpster fire into a trendy café. you distinctly remembered that your dorm was in a similar condition y’all’s freshman year of college. and let’s just say you had to fix a few nail holes and tear off so much wallpaper when y’all moved out.

“I got it!”, kaylee gasped, “dark blue and white chevron!”

“chevron? are we in 2014?”, you gave her a look.

“oh please, you know I know best. here”, she positioned you to where she was standing by your shoulders, “look now.”

after a few head tilts, you hated to admit it but, you were starting to see her vision.

“hmmm ok fine. but the couch would have to go there”, you pointed, “and the lamp there against the wall.”

she gave your shoulders a squeeze and rested her head in the crook of your neck, “awe you finally trust my artistic eye.”

you shrugged her off with a laugh.

“you know things will be better, right? he’s not here to bother you, and you get a nice fresh start.”, she added hesitantly.

right. one of the main reasons you left your home state after college, your ex. you tried to push him out of your mind, nodding at kaylee.

you tried to focus on the room before you. your mind was starting to race with ideas and approaches, and the place was slowly piecing itself together.

the rising excitement was going to keep you up all night.

or so you thought.

you would have a different enemy tonight.

after hours of planning with kaylee, you finally started to get tired. the long hours of the day suddenly hit you and all you could think about was your mattress. it was on the floor as of now, but it never looked more comfortable.

after doing your skincare, getting in pjs, and brushing your teeth and hair, you laid down on the bare mattress. your eyes were slowly drooping as you started to slip into sleep.

just then you were startled awake with the sound of a guitar.

what in the world?

you waited for a second, thinking it was just your mind playing tricks. then, a second strum of an electric guitar echoed through the wall.

it was followed by a riff, cool and sharp, ripping through the quiet night. then came drums, pounding a dull beat that the guitar followed.

the music was good, great even, but it was too late for it.

you sat up, annoyed and tired, and looked over at kaylee, who had woken up from the same sounds.

“ugh. your first roommate duty.”, she grunted, pointing at the wall the music was coming from.

“no way, kaylee. are you kidding?”

she pointed again at the wall, strictly.

you rolled your eyes, standing up to stretch.

“ooohhh mama”, a man’s raspy voice came in with the music.

you cursed as you walked out into the hallway, not wanting the confrontation but needing sleep. the neighbor’s door reverberated with the vibration of music, making it obvious where the musicians were stationed.

you sighed and knocked at the door.

no response. just music.

“la di da di da oooohhh”, the singer’s voice was clear and distinct, mocking the guitar’s strums.

you knocked louder, growing frustrated.

suddenly, a voice interrupted the flowing sound and one by one the instruments stopped. the music ceased, and you could hear footsteps growing closer.

the door opened slightly, giving you a view of half a man’s face. his dark brown eyes sweeped you up and down, and you abruptly became aware that you were at their door in a big t-shirt and sleep shorts. a little embarrassed, you crossed your arms in front of you.

“can I help you?”, he asked, annoyance dripped from his husky voice.

“um- hi. sorry, me and my best friend just moved in next door.”, you pointed to your door.

his neck craned to see, opening the door a little more. you took in his appearance. the brown hair draped over his shoulders, reaching his upper back, was flowy and dark. he had on a black button up only buttoned to the middle of his torso, exposing his tan chest.

damn. he was attractive.

your eyes traveled further down, spotting an electric guitar hanging on him.

so this was the guitarist.

he looked back at you expectingly, waiting for an explanation.

“anyway, we were just going to come ask if y’all could quiet down just a little bit. it late and we have long days tomorrow and we would just really appreciate it.” you smiled sweetly, sort of wishing he found you attractive the way you found him attractive.

he raised his eyebrows, looked you up and down again, and turned to face some other men in the room. you could only see their heads, but you saw three men standing around instruments in the cramped apartment.

“what do ya say, boys? should we keep it down?”, he murmured, his voice mysterious and yet sweet. the other men laughed half-heartedly from inside, causing the man at the door to chuckle.

he looked back at you.

“look, sweetie. we are a professional band and we need our practice. now, we only can get together at night. so, what do you suppose we do, hm? stop our productive, important practice for you and your little friend to get beauty sleep? I don’t think so. we haven’t gotten any complaints yet, so I think that you just need to go back to your apartment and invest in some earplugs if it bothers you that much.”

you were taken aback, mouth slightly open in shock. you’d have never guessed such rude words would fall out of his beautiful mouth. he looked like a dream, but acted like a nightmare.

“well”, you started, unsure of how to respond, “I guess i’ll be the first to complain.” you lifted your chin up defiantly, not letting him see how much he disappointed you by being rude.

his eyebrows dropped, his face forming a deep glare.

“now then, let’s not be rude here.” he was testing you, seeing how confrontational you would get.

“yes”, you smiled sarcastically, “let’s not. so, practice is cancelled tonight?” you looked behind the man and into the room to see three slightly shocked faces.

one of them, with a seafoam green bass in his hand, broke out into a smile, “well i’m free tomorrow at noon.”

“shut up, sam.”, the man at the door barked, looking back at him.

“oh, give it a rest, jake. you know we can postpone and be fine.”, sam added.

oh, jake was the man at the door.

“yes, jake”, you cooed, “let’s postpone, hm?”

his eyes found yours, surprised and slightly impressed at your tone. his hard mouth slowly let up.

he scoffed, “you playing with fire, baby. be careful.”

your eyebrows raised, testing him to try you. you backed away, eyes never leaving his, and walked the four feet to your door.

the last thing you saw was a glimpse of his eyes following you into your apartment.

the intensity of the encounter haunted you, playing back in your head over and over. you leaned your head back onto the door, waiting for the music to resume. waiting to see if he had the gall to keep playing. still after a minute or two, there was nothing but silence. you sighed, sluggishly walking back to your bed.

then you collapsed, sleep slowly enveloping you into its warm arms.

good, that’s the end of that, you thought.

until you woke up at 3 am, to the sound of a guitar riff.

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eeeeeeeekkkk!!! so excited to start a seriessss. (also please excuse my use of y’all. i’m from the south and it just comes naturally lmao). PLEASE let me know what you would like me to write next, give suggestions, feedback, anything!

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traffic-was-a-b1tch · 14 days

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💫masterlist💫

Jake Kiszka:

series:

Anthem of the Heart (wip):

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

oneshots:

sweet surprise (jake x reader 18+ oneshot)

Sam Kiszka:

none yet

Danny Wagner:

none yet

Josh Kiszka:

none yet

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #daniel wagner #jake gvf #sam gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #gvf smut #gvf fic

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traffic-was-a-b1tch · 24 days

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sweet surprise

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

warnings: SMUT!, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, soft dom!jake, oral (f rec), swearing (I think that’s it but lmk if I missed one)

authors note: heyyyy everyone! i’ve always wanted to write fanfics and randomly had this idea today…so here we are. please be nice, it’s my first fic ever. but anyways, enjoy!

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you were waiting on jake to get home, eager smile creeping on your face.

after a long but rewarding day at work, you came home and decided to do something sweet for him. you always wanted to show him how much you appreciated him.

it had taken you an hour to set it all up: a romantic bath for the two of you, complete with roses, candles, and smooth rock music. you knew he’d love it.

he was running late, per usual. studio sessions take so much time and he takes a lot of pride in making sure the takes are perfect.

he’d sent you a sneak peek of the band’s new song a few hours ago while you were on your lunch break. a sweet, acoustic melody sung through the phone and you instantly loved it. his beautiful voice danced into the music with sweet words describing a girl. it was a love song and it described you perfectly.

jake was such a romantic and you loved it. you knew you’d have to do something special tonight.

pulling you out of your memories, the lock on the front door clicked. he walked in, a sight for sore eyes, carrying his guitar case. he wore a black buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearm, with half the buttons undone to reveal his tan chest, and sleek black slacks and shoes. his signature silver medallions dangled as he put down his case.

he looked up and smiled at you. jake knew you too well. he knew by the look on your face, which you were trying to hide, that you had something planned for him.

“hey baby”, he said as he swayed over to you.

“hey yourself”, you replied, looking him up and down.

he tilted your chin up and leaned in to place a soft kiss to your smiling lips. his arms slipped around you and pulled you in close to his warm body.

you sighed into him, instantly comfortable. he pulled away to see you looking up at him, smiling.

“what’s that look for, hm?”

“I guess you’ll have to go and figure it out…”, you teased.

he backed away, his eyebrows furrowed at the challenge. he smiled slyly, dipped, and picked you up over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“jake!”, you squealed.

he giggled, walking towards the stairs.

“you’re ridiculous”, you laughed.

“you’re ridiculous to think I wouldn’t want to be all over you. i’ve been away from you how many hours now?”, he huffs, “too long.”

he reaches the top of the stairs and places you back down.

“now, where’s my prize?”, he joked.

you roll your eyes at him,

“you’re gonna have to look a little bit. it’s part of the fun.”

he smiles and looks around the hallway, ducking his head into different rooms.

“cold.”, you say playfully.

your eyes lock, and he suspiciously creeps further down the hallway.

“warmer”, you tempt.

you can see the lightbulb go off in his head. he turns and rushes to your bedroom, looking around.

“warmer”, you dared.

he was catching on. jake always loves your little games, and you love seeing his eyes light up with excitement.

he grinned knowingly, walked slowly to the bathroom door, and pushed it open.

the amber ambiance lighting flooded his face as he walked in, mouth open in surprise. you followed him in, taking in his joy.

“red hot.”

he took in your work with care, noticing every detail. you could tell he loved it, his eyes darting around the room.

suddenly he turned to face you, pinning you against the counter, and immediately went in for another kiss, this time deeper.

“such a long day, you knew I needed this didn’t you?”, he muttered between kisses.

“I guess I just knew”, you giggled.

he kept kissing you, getting needier every time. his hands slowly caressed your curves, and slid in between your legs. you gasped, his fingers working over your clothed core.

“bedroom. now.”, you breathed.

he bent, grabbing your ass, snd lifted you up. your legs wrapped around him as you kissed and he slowly walked towards the door.

sitting on the edge of your bed, he ran his hands up your back, grabbing your hair and tugging firmly. your head fell back and he started kissing your neck sloppily, sucking under your jaw. his hands moved back down to grip your ass, his right lifting up and slamming back down.

“jake, please”, you moaned.

his erection was prominent, creating a delicious outline in his slacks. you grinded on him, slowly.

“fuck, I need you”, he groaned, his eyes drooped in lust.

twisting to lay you down flat on the bed, he grabbed at your leggings, pulling them and your underwear down and off. you swiftly pulled your shirt off and threw it on the ground, displaying your tits for him.

“fuck”, he sighed.

his jaw dropped to an ‘o’ shape as he dipped to suck them into his mouth. the feeling just made you more needy, squirming beneath him.

he looked up, grinning like a devil, as he lowered himself to your pussy.

he starts slowly, with a few soft licks, making you whimper. then in a matter of minutes, he’s eating you like a man starved. lewd sounds fill the room as he relentlessly sucks on you.

you tangle your fingers in his hair, holding on tight as he pulls you closer with his arms locked around your thighs. your high creeps up on you and he refuses to slow down.

“jake- fuck.”, you gasp.

“give it to me”, he rasps. “be a good fucking girl and cum for me.”

you crash hard, with a loud moan followed by silence as your mouth hangs open. he slowly works you through it, slowing down until you relax.

he rose back to your face, giving you a sweet kiss. you deepen it, needing more, and grab his shirt to pull him closer.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore.”, he grunts.

he flips you over, so you’re propped on your hands and knees. you hear his belt unbuckling from behind you and feel yourself getting wetter from the dominance he exudes.

pushing his slacks just low enough to free himself, he gathered some of your slick on his hand and jerked it over his dick. you felt his tip at your entrance, asking for permission.

“please, jake”, you begged.

without further warning, he entered you fully and grunted in satisfaction.

sighs filled the room as he started slow, pushing in and out, making you feel every inch. he began to build the speed, receiving deeper moans from both of you. his eyes took you in, as his hands squeezed your ass, admiring the view. one hand traveled to your hair, grabbing it roughly, while the other gripped your hip to hold you in place.

“that’s it, baby. take all of me.”, he panted.

you were getting closer by the second, the head of his dick hitting your walls just right. his thrusts were getting harder and faster, drilling into you.

“jake -oh- i’m gonna cum”, you pleaded.

“fucking beg for it. tell me how much you want it.”

“please, fuck, please jake can I cum? i’m such a good girl, please let me cum. please please please?”, you squeaked, you could hardly take it anymore.

the hand in your hair returned between your legs, letting his thumb trace circles on your clit.

“show me baby, cum for me.”

you gasped as your orgasm washed over you. you shook, arms giving out. you held the pillow underneath you, letting your fingernails dig into it, and taking in the smell of his cologne lingering on it.

“that’s it. so fucking good.”, he praised.

he was on the edge, but seeing your face turn to look back at him, sultry and fucked out, was too much for him.

he shuddered, releasing inside you with a whisper of your name.

you both stilled and came down, and things seeming to move in slow motion.

he turned you over gently, placing your head upright on the pillow, as he softly kissed your forehead and left to the bathroom. you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth of the sheets and the post-orgasm haze.

you heard water draining and then running again, creating steam you could see floating from the door.

jake returned to the bed, small smile on his face. he gathered your legs in one arm and your back in the other, lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

he placed you down in the bathtub, the hot water soothing your sore body.

“I had to rerun it. the water went cold while we were… distracted.”, he grinned.

you giggled, his sweet personality making you swoon. he started undressing, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling off his pants. he joined you in the water, enjoying your company.

“I loved this surprise, baby.”, he said, genuinely.

“i’m glad”, you blushed, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”, he promised, then added, “sooooo, same time tomorrow?”

• • •

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!

#gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #gvf smut #greta van fleet #he’s so fucking hot #i’m sweating #i’m also so nervous to post this #please be nice #i love him too much

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