One-Shots

I was walking home from work with my headphones in when a man driving an expensive-looking, black car stopped right next to me. I took my headphone out and stopped in my tracks. The man rolled down the window and I almost had a heart attack. Jake Pitts from Black Veil Brides was driving the car. If I had been in any other place in the world I would be slightly less surprised, but it was Canada for goodness sake.

“Um, can I ask you for a favour?” he asked.

I nodded my head, not sure if my voice would be able to work.

“I need directions to find a decent hotel. Do you know where I can find one?”

“Uh…yeah. Just keep going until you see the first major intersection, then turn left and there are about ten hotels down that road. Just avoid the motels.”

“Thanks…you don’t need a ride by any chance, do you?”

I bit my lip. It would be awesome if I rode in a car with one of my idols, but at the same time I didn’t want to bother him.

“I…uh…I’m fine. Thank you though,” I said, giving him a small smile.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”

In truth, it would take me about an hour to get to my place on foot and his offer at this point was sounding really good. It was nearly dark and I never felt really safe walking downtown by myself.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” I asked.

“I’m sure. Hop in,” he said, unlocking the car door.

I opened the passenger door and slid in. I buckled my seatbelt and started picking nervously at the frayed holes in my skinny jeans.

“I like your bracelets,” Jake said.

I blushed as I looked down at them. I was wearing three Black Veil Brides wristbands among other random assortments of bands.

“So, where exactly do you live?” Jake asked.

“Um… just keep going straight. My street is the one on the right, just after you pass the train tracks,” I said, quietly.

We continued the car ride in silence, but it wasn’t exactly awkward. I didn’t like talking much in general, but talking in front of a member of one of my favourite bands is another thing. What if I said something stupid?

“Okay, what’s your address?” Jake asked as he reached my street.

“You can just let me out here,” I said.

“Alright,” he said eyeing the small formation of men on the corner suspiciously.

“Thanks for the ride,” I thanked as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

“No problem, but can you wait a second?”

“Sure.”

Jake reached into his pocket and took out what looked like a business card. He handed it to me and I looked it over, realizing it had his number on it.

“If you need anything, just call me. Um, sorry, I didn’t even catch your name.”

“My name’s Evengiline, and I will. Thank you.”

I got out of the car and waved at Jake. He turned his car around and drove away, leaving me to face the assholes.

“Who’s your sugar daddy? Do you think I’d let you run off with another guy?” Mike asked.

“Leave me alone,” I sighed as I passed him.

I had just reached the front steps of my run-down apartment building when he grabbed me by the wrist.

“Come on sweetie, how about we have some alone time. You can’t keep rejecting me forever.”

I bit back a comeback and just tore my wrist out of his grasp. He glared at me, but he relented and return to his buddies.

I entered my apartment and flopped onto my sofa. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered if today had been a dream. I pinched myself and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t. Jake’s card was proof of that.

Two weeks had passed and I had started hanging out with Jake almost every day. After he and Mike ran into each other last week, Jake didn’t feel comfortable with me staying by myself for very long. Jake would come over to my place and we’d just sit around watching movies.

We were currently watching an Austin Powers marathon in my living room. Jake and I were lying down on the couch.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah, Eve?”

“I’m going to go and some snacks from the gas station. Do you want anything?” I asked.

“No thanks. Be careful though,” he said.

“I will.”

I got up from the couch, grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.

I picked up some popcorn and frozen yogurt from the gas station and headed home.

“Hey, sweets,” Mike grinned as I reached my front steps.

“What do you want Mike?”

“I think you know what I want,” he said as he pushed me up against the door.

I dropped my bag and tried pushing him off of me, but he was too strong. I slapped him and he broke away from me.

“You bitch,” he growled.

I quickly opened the door and sprinted up the steps, Mike hot on my heels.

“Jake! Jake! Help!” I screamed as I reached my apartment door.

The door swung open and I hid myself behind Jake.

Jake’s eyes landed on Mike and I swear that if looks could kill, Mike would be dead ten times already.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Jake growled.

“What does it matter to you, pretty boy,” Mike scoffed.

“Jake, he kissed me. I didn’t want him to,” I told him quietly.

“You little fucker!” he snarled as he swung at Mike.

Jake’s fist collided with Mike’s nose. I heard a crack and Mike yelling out in pain. Mike fell to the floor, but quickly scrambled to his feet and ran.

Jake closed the door and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“About what?” he asked.

“About bringing you into this mess.”

“I brought myself into this. I wouldn’t be protecting you if I didn’t want to.”

I blushed a bit and looked down. Never in my whole life did I have someone to protect me like Jake has.

I felt Jake’s hand lift my face. I looked up at him and took in a sharp breath as I realized how close together we were. I stared into his eyes and I gathered up all of my courage. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I was half expecting him to push me away, but he didn’t. Instead, he kissed me back. He placed his hands on my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed myself closer to him.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my lips.

My heart stopped.

“I love you too,” I muttered back.

I pulled away from him and grabbed his hand, leading him to my bedroom.

“Are you sure?” he asked me.

In response I pulled off my t-shirt.

Jake smiled and took off his own.

I settled myself on the bed and Jake crawled on top of me. Jake planted kisses along my jawline and I arced my back in response. I reached for his belt and fumbled with it until I got it undone. I tossed it on the floor and began undoing Jake’s jeans. Jake parted from me and pulled off his pants and boxers. I bit my lip as I studied the man before me. He was beautiful in every sense of the word. His tattooed torso was toned and tan and his erection was larger than most.

“You like what you see?” Jake chuckled.

I blushed and Jake leaned in to kiss me. His fingers hooked into my jeans’ belt loops and he slowly slid them off of me along with my underwear. I pulled off my bra and threw it in the pile of clothes on the floor. Jake kissed my collar bone and moved his lips down to my breasts. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me. I felt his erection on the inside of my thigh and my patience was wearing thin.

“Jake…” I moaned.

He kissed my lips, then positioned himself at my entrance. He slowly slid himself inside of me. I let out a shaky breath as I adjusted to his size. He found his pace and he thrust farther into me. My cheap bed started to creak and groan with our movements. Lucky for me the person who used to live underneath me moved out, or else Jake and I would be yelled at to be quiet.

“Oh god…” I moaned as Jake repeatedly hit my g-spot.

I clung onto the sheets and let out a pleasured scream as I hit my climax. Jake released into me soon after and we both rode out our highs.

Jake rolled off of me and I curled into his sweaty chest.

“I love you,” he sighed.

I kissed him gently on the lips.

“I love you too, my knight in shining armor.”

Jake grinned. He took a strand of my long, layered hair and started twirling it around his finger.

“So, where do we go from here?” I asked.

“Well, the logical step would be for me to ask you to be my girlfriend. So, Evengiline Lockwite, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to,” I beamed.

I kissed him once again before laying my head on his chest and falling asleep.

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