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Smoke & Paradise
HI Guys,
My name is Bre and I am Jake's lane pedal to the floor :)
Big, big, BIG shoutout to @ageofsewingmachine for always reading through things for me. She is so sweet and is AMAZING at writing please go take a look at her fics!!
This is my first ever fanfiction/smut. I hope you enjoy and please give me honest feedback on it.. PS. This is not my picture. I don't remember where I found it.
Best to listen to Friends by Chase Atlantic while reading ;)
Warnings: SMUT, Alcohol, Drugs.
Word Count: 3K
The party was typical and boring. The same group was here almost every weekend. The same music, the same bodies dancing, the same hooded eyes looking around watching people lose themselves in the drugs, sex and booze. I was in the basement sitting on the couch with a joint in hand. I just wanted to get out of my head. Things at work and at home had been particularly stressful and I didn't care to engage in any conversations with the people I grew up with.
In fact, I was trying to forget a particular person that I have known forever. Maybe even knew a little too long. I've known him since we were 13. He grew his hair out over the years. Dark brown tressels that laid across his shoulder blades. Soft tan skin, dark brown eyes that consumed whatever dared to look into them. His smile, bright and perfect. His lips made it hard to look past when he turned them into that signature smirk. Did I mention his name is even luring? Jake. Jake Kiszka.
I couldn't get him off my mind. It had been weeks since the last time we actually spoke. We had been avoiding each other. We hooked up a few times. My friends had warned me as if I didn't already know how big of a player he was. But I still couldn't ignore the fact that he was so different around me than anyone else. I had heard stories from other girls that he never stayed around, or that he got what he needed and left. He doesn't talk to anyone for too long. Except for me, of course. We had been sneaking around for a while. The thrill of it was almost too much. Ditching our friends, parties, and events our town had held that everyone would always attend. It was more than sex though, We had spent several nights under the stars in the next town over to avoid any confrontation from those who knew us. We wanted it to be private. We didn't need anyone in our business ruining our fun. Whatever this thing was, it was ours and ours alone.
Eventually our luck ran out and my friends happened to be out at the same coffee shop we decided to stop at before one of our special star gazing nights. They had tried to convince me to go home with them. They told me I shouldn't be hanging out with him. That he was disgusting and a womanizer who has slept with more than half of our town. I didn't know if these things were true or not but I didn't care. I knew a different side to Jake. I didn't want to tell them that he had been framed as this monster man whore of a guy. I wanted him all to myself. So I did what I thought was right, I didn't defend him. I stayed silent while they went off on the both of us. I just agreed and left with them.
I can't describe to you the hurt look on Jake's face as we left. Nobody else could see it but me. He had a great poker face that you wouldn't be able to crack unless you knew him like I did. I knew I had fucked up and I wanted to run back and tell him I was sorry, but again I was selfish and kept it inside. When I got home, I tried to call Jake but there was no answer. I sent hundreds of texts, voicemails. I even went to his house one day only to be met with him slamming the door in my face as soon as he saw it was me. I had hurt him like no other had. Everyone thought he was heartless and couldn't be bothered. They were wrong. I had hurt him. I had fucked up way worse than he had ever even thought about doing to someone. And I knew I couldn't recover from that. No matter how badly I wanted to.
So here I was stuck at this party trying to drown my sorrows in my drink of choice and a fat blunt in my hand. I pressed the rim of the drink to my lips again and downed the rest of it. I grimaced at the burn going down my throat but quickly replaced it with a new burning sensation of smoke filling my lungs. I held it in as long as I could hoping it would just wave all my thoughts of Jake away into a dark abyss for the night.
I got up only to refill my cup and to grab another blunt from my purse. I sat back in my spot on the couch and repeated the process until I was sure I was faded out of my mind. I couldn't remember how I got there. I was suddenly in Jake's room. He was standing against the door frame, hands crossed smirking at me with his features being illuminated by the string lights hung in his room. He was in just a t-shirt and grey sweats that hung low on his hips. I couldn't feel my legs or my hands. I was nervous and confused, I looked down at my lap to see I was sitting on the edge of his bed in one of his shirts and my panties. How did I end up here?
I looked back up to where Jake was standing only to find him in front of me, a dark shade of obsidian taking over his hooded eyes. I knew that look all too well. I bit my lip and inhaled knowing what was to come next. He pushes me back on the bed roughly and puts his lips on mine, hungrily kissing me while crawling over me. Both his hands were on either side of my head. My hands instantly went to his sides, sliding down until I found the bottom of his shirt. I pulled it up so I could feel his soft skin. I ran my hands all over his sides and back gripping anything and everything I possibly could leaving light scratches in their wake.
As we continued, the kisses grew sloppy and needy. Our breaths were ragged and slow. He pulled away with a hum and stood up again to take off his shirt. My eyes never left his body. He smirked and came crawling back over me this time running his hands up my legs to my thighs and over my hips to slip his hands into my (his) shirt, He pushed it up rubbing at the exposed skin. His hands felt like heaven on my body. I whimpered as his calloused fingertips came in contact with my chest. I bit my lip and pulled him into a hungry wet kiss. I wrapped my fingers into his hair on the back of his neck and pulled roughly only to receive a gasp in return, I snuck my tongue into his mouth as quickly as I could and began my battle for dominance, knowing that if I were to succeed, it wouldn't last for long. He was Jake Kiszka after all. He was never the one not in control. But tonight I wanted to be, at least a few moments.
I pushed him over and straddled his hips taking off my (his) shirt. His dark eyes slowly made his way over every inch of my body. I shivered and smiled watching him as his eyes finally met mine. I bit my lip and ran my hands over his chest and i let my nails gently dig into his skin on the way down. He sucked in a breath and let out little whimpers as my hands neared where the top of his sweatpants met his happy trail. I watched as he waited patiently to see what my next move was. I couldn't help but tease him a little longer as I pulled his sweats down just enough to begin to reveal his growing hard on. I began to kiss his neck down to his chest, sucking and leaving hickies in every spot I possibly could. Usually we agreed for no visible marks, but right now I couldn't care less. I wanted no craved for everyone to know he was mine and that I was more than proud to call him so. We never made anything official because we both knew who we belonged to. Secretly i think we both knew that the day would come that we would be ripped apart in one way or another. We just couldn't bare to have a messy break up.
His breath hitched as I was sucking his skin slowly making my way down. As I crawled down to be level with his growing member, he tucked my hair behind my ear and moved the rest to one side of my head to be able to watch as I slowly pulled down his sweats past his thighs. I bit my lip at the sight as his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. It was so perfect. So pretty like everything else about him. He was perfect. He wasn't the biggest guy around, but he knew exactly how to use it and it was too good. I slowly bent down and started kissing the tip while gently pumping him in my small hand. I was rubbing his thigh with my free hand watching him. He gasped as soon as my mouth took him in. I slowly started bobbing my head on him trying to make sure everything was lubricated and felt as good as possible. He gripped my hair in his hand roughly as he tried not to thrust up into my mouth. He knew I had a sensitive gag reflex, but he also knew that I aimed to please in everything I do. Especially if it was for Jacob Kiszka. I was a willing slave for him. As was Jake a slave for me. We were both hooked beyond reason.
As I sped up my actions his breathing became labored and I knew he was close to the whimpers that were coming out of his mouth. I smiled up at him, keeping eye contact as I took him all the way to the base. His tip hit the back of my throat as I hummed to create the perfect vibrations to edge him closer to release. “Fuck babe! Just like that, please do it again..” He growled. It sent chills down my spine and there I was so eager to please. I did it again a few more times and before I knew it he was coming undone on my tongue. I swallowed greedily wishing there was more. I whimpered at the sweet taste of him. I could never get enough. He gently pulled me off of him and pulled me up to him in a heated kiss. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip begging for entry as I teased him and kept the kiss simply yet slow. He groaned and grabbed my hips, flipping us over.
He began to take off my panties and I grabbed his hands causing him to look up at me confused. “What if they hear us? You know I am not as quiet as you.” I asked. He smirked and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss, one that we really haven't shared before. I put my fingers in his hair and we stayed kissing for a few moments. When we finally pulled away to catch our breath, I looked up at him feeling drunk off of his lips. “I don't fucking care who hears or sees us anymore. I fucking want you. I need you. I’m tired of sharing. You’re mine. Understood, darling?” he practically growled at the last part. I bit my lip looking into his eyes seeing as they got impossibly darker yet somehow they were so sweet and soft.
He was being extremely vulnerable with me right now and I couldn't help but want to capture these moments to keep in my memory forever. When I could finally find the right words that I wanted to say I replied with “I don't want anyone else, Jake. I am all yours. Do you hear me?” I put my hands on his cheeks gently, swiping my thumb across his bottom lip and then across his cheek bone. The smile he gave me was softer than any that I have ever seen. It was so genuine that I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips. I kissed him once sweetly and he kissed me back pulling me closer again gently rubbing my hips. He pulled my underwear down slowly and began to teasingly run his hands all over my thighs. His fingertips grazed my core a few times, never touching the spot I needed him to. I whimpered and spread my legs wider and wrapped them around his hips in an attempt to pull him closer.
He began to kiss my neck sucking gently leaving his own marks on my body. I moaned at the feeling of his soft lips on my skin. The more marks and feather light touches he left on my body the hotter and wetter I got. I pulled one of his hands down to my core and let him swipe his fingers through my folds. I shivered and he let out a quiet groan. “Is this all for me? You’re dripping honey.” He said. I nodded my head and replied “All for you, daddy. No one else can make me feel like you do.” His eyes flicked up to mine and he responded by gently pushing two fingers into my entrance and curling them slowly reveling in the feeling of me dripping before him. I was under his control and he felt powerful. “Say it again, Y/N. Tell me who makes you this wet and whose pussy this is.” I moaned and squirmed underneath him as he kept curling his fingers inside me faster and then slower. “Oh shit, Jake! You do. It’s yours. All yours. Fuck Jake, Just like that. Please don't stop.” I grabbed his wrist to keep it in place as he began to use his thumb to rub my clit. My hips bucked up uncontrollably each time he would roll over the soft bud. I was getting closer to falling over the edge.
I couldn't help how animalistic and desperate my moans were becoming as he slowly helped push me to the edge. Just as I was about to cum he kissed me deep, swiping his tongue against mine and sucking harshly as his fingers began to play their own solo against my g spot. I gasped against his lips and then everything went white. I could have sworn that I died, but then as soon as I came to, I was sitting on a couch with my eyes too blurry to focus on reality.
When my eyes came back into focus I realized that I was still siting on the couch at the same stupid party. I was staring at someone sitting in the corner across the room from me. It was Jake. Beer in his hand as he watched me intently. He looked as hungry as I felt. I suddenly felt my cheeks heat up and I looked around the room to see what time it was. As I checked my phone I realized a few hours had passed and suddenly I was very hyper aware of the pool in my panties and the eyes that were still glued to me.
I had come, untouched as I was in the middle of my best high yet, while sitting on the same couch as I was trying to forget Jake.. I was sweaty and biting at my lips. I looked back up to see Jake stand up and make his way over to me with a small smirk on his lips. He held his hand out to me, “Let’s go, you can change into my clothes when we go to my place.” I blushed realizing that I must have given myself away whether it was me moaning his name aloud, or convulsing through my orgasm. I took his hand gratefully and let him lead me through the party and out of the house to his car. He took me back to his house and gave me a change of clothes. We spent the rest of the night making up for lost time and just drinking each other in.
Reposting my first and only fic 🥺
