♥Chapter 61: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ♥

✿Kennedy✿

I cut off the shower and step out, pulling a towel around my body. I reach for another towel to dry my hair before realizing...I don't have hair anymore.

A sigh comes out of my mouth. "Right."

I retract my hand and settle on drying my body before putting on my sleep shorts and tank.

I look at myself in the mirror. My head shone under the lightbulb like someone's polished shoe. I slip on the pink silk cap on my head that Jake got me, telling me my head won't itch or feel uncomfortable if I keep it on and sleep.

I walk out of the bathroom and into our room. Jake sits on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard with one muscular arm raised above and gripping the headboard behind with his biology textbook in front of him.

I mentally give out a sigh at how freaking gorgeous he looks.

He looks up when I enter the room and scowls. "You locked the bathroom door."

"I wanted to shower alone," I reply, getting into the bed beside him.

He sets his textbook aside before turning towards me, scowl still there. "Why?"

"Because then I'll have to shower two times!" I say. "Because you do that thing with your fingers and mouth."

A smirk breaks out on his face.

"Oh no, don't you smirk," I warn, pointing my finger at him. "That gets really annoying sometimes."

He settles on the bed beside me, his warmth seeping through his body to mine. "Uh-huh."

"Uh. Huh. I can't deal with your horniness sometimes." I scoot closer towards him.

"What about when you get horny?" He puts his arm around my waist.

"Mister, I'm never horny," I reply.

"Liar." He pulls me closer to him and my heart warms when he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. "You're equally horny as me." He whispers

"Now that's just exaggeration." I point out.

A little smile appears on his face. "Okay. Kinda."

A tired sigh escapes my mouth along with a yawn.

"Tired?" He asks.

I nod, patting my mouth.

He runs his finger across the skin of the side of my face and I sigh softly. He brings his finger up to the lining of the silk cap before placing his big palm on my bald head and giving it a little squeeze.

I scowl, swatting his hand away. "You gotta stop doing that."

"I can't help it." He argues. "I wanna hold your head for some reason."

I narrow my eyes. "Why?"

He shrugs. "Reminds me of a baby's head. It's so soft."

I shake my head. "It's weird," I say. "It feels so weird without hair. It feels like I'm more exposed and there's something that's just always missing. It's still hard for me to accept that I don't have hair anymore."

Jake gazes at me before placing a kiss on my nose. "I'm sorry you have to go through this."

A sad sigh comes out of my mouth. "I look so bad."

He frowns and I already know I made a mistake, saying those words out loud.

"Says who?" He asks.

"Okay fine, maybe I don't look bad. But I feel bad. Like you know? Sometimes you look the best, but you still feel bad like no matter how you look, you'll always be ugly?"

"Kennedy, what the fuck are you even saying?" He sits up and makes me sit up too. He faces me. "How many times do I need to say this? You're beautiful. You're always beautiful."

"I—"

"It doesn't matter if you have hair or not. it doesn't matter how the fuck you look like. Your looks don't make you beautiful, Ken. It's when you smile, it's when you talk non-stop, it's when you drool and talk in your sleep, it's when you do little kind things when you think no one's watching, it's when you always get excited to see me, it's when you talk bullshit sometimes that absolutely makes no sense but it's still cute to watch you talk." Jake speaks and like always, it makes my heart melt into a puddle. "Just you being here, makes you beautiful."

Tears form in my eyes, and I crawl towards his lap and wrap my hands around him. "You should have taken Literature instead of Biology."

He scoffs then wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer until my legs are around his waist and his arms around mine.

"I love you." He kisses the side of my neck.

"I love you too," I reply.

And he holds me like that, rocking us back and forth gently. I melt into his warm body, closing my eyes and breathing in. He kisses the top of my head.

"Want to eat something?" He asks then says quietly. "You haven't been eating much."

A pang hits my heart. He's been trying to get me to eat but nowadays it feels as if I've just entirely lost my appetite. Even if I don't eat anything for hours, I'd still not be hungry. I've lost interest in eating and drinking things that I used to love before. I just...don't wanna eat. I'm not hungry.

"I ate, Jake." I say, really not in the mood to eat anything. "I'm just really tired right now."

He says nothing for a long moment and continues rocking us back and forth in silence.

"Help me make a sandwich?" He whispers.

I pull away and look up at him to see a look of slight sadness on his face.

"For me." He clarifies.

I give a nod.

He gets up and pulls me along with him. My legs and arms are still wrapped around him as he walks out of the room and into the kitchen. He sets me on the kitchen counter and moves to get the ingredients from the fridge.

"Don't shove a tomato in my mouth this time." He warns, laying out all the ingredients beside me.

A smile appears on my face, remembering the first time we were making a sandwich in this kitchen.

I had banged my head on the shelve door and almost banged it again if Jake hadn't closed it in time.

Why does it seem like yesterday?

Why is time passing by so quickly?

Jake finishes arranging all the ingredients and I begin making the sandwich.

He watches my hands work as if fascinated by everything I'm doing.

Us two. All alone. At 2 am in the kitchen.

I feel his eyes staring intently at me. I look up at him and blush when I meet his eyes already staring at mine.

"What?" I ask.

"What?" He asks back.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I place lettuce on the bread.

"I don't have the hungry street dog eyes this time?" He asks.

"You do," I reply.

His hand comes on my shoulder and my body tenses at the sudden touch of his. He slowly massages his hand from my shoulder down my arm, before lightly trailing his finger down, making goosebumps rise all over my body.

I place a few pieces of cucumber on the bread. His hand, that was trailing down my arm, wraps around my waist and I feel his muscular hard chest press to my back. Hot breaths fan the tip of my ear as his mouth nears the side of my face.

My hands start shaking and I take in a shuddering breath, placing a slice of ham next.

His other hand drags from the front of my waist, in between my chest and to my neck, gently cupping it. He hovers his mouth over my ear, making my blood run faster, before taking my earlobe between his teeth.

My hands almost drop everything, and I hold in my moan as he continues biting and pulling at my ear lobe with his teeth.

The hand holding my neck, slowly lifts my face up until my head rests on his shoulder and he trails his hot kisses to my neck, jaw, and the corner of my mouth.

His arm tightens around my waist, crushing my back to his chest. His hand slips under my tank top, trailing over my skin spreading goosebumps and shivers wherever his fingers touch my skin.

His lips finally come in contact with mine and my heart beats so fast because of how intimate and enticing this kiss feels. My mouth parts open and he slips his tongue inside my mouth, pressing his lips so hard to mine. It's all slow but the heat and butterflies that rush to me are faster than ever.

He pulls away just for a second, turns me around until I'm facing him, and crashes his mouth back onto mine with more force than before. His lips never leave mine, as he parts my legs and steps between them, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me closer.

I feel something between my legs that's making my brain even hazier and earn for something I can't quite name. Our lips slide over each other in probably the most inappropriate way.

"I want to give you the world, Kennedy." He groans into my mouth. "I wish I could give you every single fucking thing."

My heart melts at his raw voice, so husky, so deep. "I already have what I want," I reply. "You."

He bites my bottom lip, his hand gripping the back of my neck to angle my head according to him.

"You know?" I whisper, holding in a moan as his hot tongue drags across my lips. "We never found out who's better at sex."

A mischievous hornish look immediately lights his eyes. "What are you suggesting, wifey?" He asks, placing his mouth on my neck and sucking at the skin.

My eyes flutter at the sensation. My nails dig into the skin of his back as he continues kissing, sucking and licking my skin making me feel warm and fuzzy all over.

"We could find out right now," I whisper. "There's no Corey, no Toothy. Alex is on his night shift." He looks up at me. "We have the night to ourselves," I say.

A grin spreads across his face. "You sound so sexy talking like that." Without another word after that, he swings me over his shoulder and carries me to our room.

My back hits the bed and not even a second later, his body hovers over mine with his mouth chastising mine. He kisses me deeply with his tongue deep in my throat. We pull only for a few seconds in between for me to not lose my breath completely.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks, trailing kisses over my neck.

I nod, feeling my chest cave at the feeling of him everywhere around me. "I don't wanna waste another minute."

He peers below at me for a second, his tongue slowly dragging from one corner of his mouth to another.

"I swear to God," He murmurs. "If you could just look at yourself right now, the way I look at you..."

"Like a boiled egg?" I ask.

"Shut up." He brings his mouth down on mine.

He grips the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head, leaving me completely bare as I don't normally wear a bra to sleep. He sucks in a breath at the immediate sight of my breasts and drops his head onto the crook of my neck.

He groans. "Fuck, Kennedy. I don't think I'll survive to see the next day with you looking so hot like that."

My face warms with his words and I blush so hard. I bite my bottom lip.

The rest of my clothes come off and Jake removes his too. My heart beats erratically the whole time Jake trails kisses from my jaw to between my breast, taking moments in between to suck my skin, making me moan.

"I wanna give you so much." He places kisses on my stomach while his hand comes to grip the back of my thigh, so I don't squirm. "I wanna give you everything."

"I only want you," I whisper back, jerking when he bites the side of my waist. His mouth trails down until they come to my thighs and bites the skin of my inner thigh making me moan deeply. My eyes flutter. What's happening to me?

"Keep making that noise for me, baby." He grazes his teeth across my inner thigh, and I couldn't help but moan again. I go even crazy when his tongue licks my inner side before pressing kisses to it.

"This is all is making me feel so crazy." I breathe out.

His mouth crashes onto that part of my body making my eyes fly open in shock. "It's going to get even crazier." He drags his tongue up and down, slow and dirty.

My hands fly to my mouth to keep in the gasps as he sucks and bites and does God knows what. He holds down my thighs with his palms, spreading them wider. My blood rushes everywhere with my heart pounding so hard, I could feel it in my throat. Jake lifts one of his hands and cups me between my legs, his thumb rubbing over the part where it makes me weak the most.

"Jake." I groan, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Getting you ready for your first time." He responds, replacing his thumb with his tongue once again.

"I can't believe our parents did this." I wonder out loud.

He pauses. "Let's not think about our parents right now, okay?"

I nod. "Sorry."

He nips my skin. Hard. On purpose. I yelp.

"Now what did I say about you saying sorry?" He asks, his big palms rubbing up and down my thighs.

"That I'm not supposed to say it?" I ask.

"Then why did you?"

"It's a habit, Bilbo."

"Mhmm." His tongue swirls deep into my core and my hands fly to grip his hair, partly to hold onto it and partly to pull his head away because I don't think I can take that much. He probably finds it good though because a deep moan comes from him that vibrates between my thighs.

"Fuck." He curses lowly. "It's okay. I won't go too fast."

He pulls himself up until his face hovers over mine. "You ready?"

I nod, even though I'm scared of how much it'll hurt.

His lips press on my forehead. "I promise I'll be gentle."

I can't even believe I'm gonna have sex.

I give him another nod.

He cups my face with his hand and grips something below with another. I look down in confusion only to see him holding his...oh. My face warms up.

He chuckles. "Don't shy away now."

I nod, biting my bottom lip.

"Spread your legs." He whispers.

My body tenses as I spread my legs for him to settle properly between them.

I feel something hard brush the opening of my spot. I briefly register what it is, before Jake pushes in a little. Sudden pain shoots through my core and I cry out, gripping his muscular arms. My muscles tighten everywhere.

"It's gonna stretch, I promise. It'll feel good in a while." He kisses my face over and over again. He gives me time to get comfortable with how much he was in.

It hurts already. I squeeze my eyes close, thinking about how come people find this good.

After a few seconds, I start feeling comfortable and adjusted. My eyes relax and they blink open, gazing up at him.

"Bend your knees a little more." He says and I do, before he pushes in a little more, making another round of pain shoot up my core. Tears spring to my eyes this time. "Spread your legs, babe. Let em' fall."

I do and he kisses my cheekbones, wiping my tears, telling me it's gonna feel good in a while. "Almost done, alright?" He says.

I give a nod.

"Ready?" He asks and I nod again. He pushes in completely, all at once, making my eyes fly open. My insides feel stretched and filled and I groan out loud, digging my nails into his shoulder.

"Fuck, baby. You're so tight." He groans on top of me.

He pulls out, giving me a moment of relief and letting me breathe, before pushing in again. My eyes squeeze shut.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks.

I think about it. "Not really...not that much. It's okay now."

He nods, placing another kiss on my forehead.

"Keep your eyes open and on me now, okay?" He asks.

I nod.

He pulls out and I feel something wet. He doesn't give me time to think about the wetness before he rolls his hips and sinks into me. I groan out. He kisses my neck, my lips, my forehead and it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all anymore.

"God, I love the way you feel, Ken." He breathes out against my neck. He pulls out and sinks in again, continuing the same thing in a slow rhythm.

I do as he says and look up at him the whole time, watching his face morph into an expression of pleasure and raw lust with adoration and love. My muscles loosen slowly, and I feel myself feeling the slow, enticing sweet pain and pleasure as he sinks into me each time.

"Can I go faster?" He asks.

I nod.

With a steady motion, he picks up his pace. Each time he hits me at rock bottom, deep, making my toes curl. Our eyes never break contact, watching each other's raw reaction to whatever's happening.

"I'm going to go faster." He says and I bite my lip hard when he does. Jake watches my teeth grazing my lips and couldn't help but bite his own. Finally, he reaches down and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting and nibbling on them for me.

My moans fill the room and I force myself not to close my eyes. My nails dig harder into Jake's skin, earning me a low throaty growl from him.

Something builds at the center of my stomach, making my legs wrap tighter around his waist. My eyelids start getting heavy as Jake drives into me in that sweet dirty rhythm. Our gasps and moans fill the room and I'm breathing one mile per hour.

He was right. It feels good now. It feels amazing now. Everything feels so full and complete like never before.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He groans, pressing his warm lips to mine. Sweat covers our brows, the curve of our lips and other places. He bites my bottom lip before licking it. My tongue darts out to lick his own, tasting him.

Pressure builds in my stomach, and I feel like I'm merely moments away from something. "Something's happening." I gasp out, clutching Jake's wide biceps.

He doesn't slow his pace and instead moans something entirely vulgar adding more to the pressure in my core. My heart beats wildly.

His lips kiss mine in hard rough kisses now that I'm sure will bruise my lips. Why does it feel so good?

I feel like I'm sitting on a rollercoaster now, slowly going up to the steepest part and just waiting in anticipation for us to drop at any moment. "Something's happening." I groan out again, finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.

"Fuck. Let it happen." He says. "Let it all happen."

And then he goes slower. Slower and deeper. My mouth parts open as he stares at me intently, watching me as if I'm something entirely marvellous. I feel my own eyes watching him. None of us say anything. We don't have to. The fast beating of our hearts, our short breaths, our moans and gasps, our eyes, says everything that our mouths can't. He slowly speeds up on his pace and with each thrust now, I feel closer to the steep where I'm going to drop without any control. Any moment now. I explode.

My eyes can't remain open anymore. They squeeze shut and my head throws back into the bed, with a loud groan falling from my lips. I feel the explosion everywhere. I grip onto Jake so tight. I feel like I'm falling swiftly. Electric waves of pleasure spark everywhere making my body shudder and jerk against him.

He curses out loudly but makes no moment to stop moving inside and out of me. I feel his own release, warm and hot inside me and feel him shudder against me. My fingers grip his arms so tight; I might as well dent them.

The electric shocks and waves seem to go on forever with so signs to stop. But it does eventually. Slow and steady. I'm gasping and panting, every inch of me covered in sweat. When my eyes shake open, I'm almost close to crying, watching Jake peer down at me with expressions too deep and too intense to comprehend.

There's still an air of heat and pleasure surrounding us. We say nothing for a while, trying to catch our breaths and calm down. Jake's still staring at me I think I see tiny drops of tears etched to the corners of his eyes.

My lips curve into a smile despite the tiredness wearing me down harder. "So...who was better?"

He stares at me then reaches down and slowly kisses my mouth, warming my heart. "You." He whispers against my lips. "I knew it'd always be you."

An overwhelming feeling builds inside me, almost choking me. It makes me feel like I've claimed something. Like as if I've...as if I've...

"Jake." I have tears in my eyes.

He lifts his head from my neck and looks down at me. "Yeah?"

"I know it's gonna sound crazy but," I bring my hands around his neck, as his eyes lovingly hold mine. "I feel like I've taken over the world."

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Are you people a morning person or a night person? I'm a morning person. I can't survive the night for too long, I feel so sleepy. Also if I wake up early in the morning it makes me less moody and crankier.

Words: 3,600

Date of publishing: 20th June 2022