Greta Van Fleet imagines

Yes, Sir.// Jake Kiszka

Jake and you had known each other for years, meeting in high school. Right before his band really took off. You were there for every show, you were his support, outside of his family of course. He loved you, you knew he did, but what you didn't know was what he wanted from you. You didn't know if he wanted to be with you, or just friends, or even just a friend with benefits. So for years you were left wondering, until one late evening. You were out drinking with the boys, Jake had gotten a little more handsy than usual. Leaving his hand on your thigh while talking to his band mates. Whispering in your ear, "you look so pretty tonight, angel." and "I've been thinking about you all night." Was it now or never? Was Jake about to cross a line? A line that meant you would become more than just friends.

Jake would do what he could in his power to get you to cave. He wanted control of you, he always wondered what he'd need to do to see you go from; a strong, independent, loud, and outspoken girl, to someone who would stand and say "Yes, Sir '' to him when he asked for a simple task. All while he would feel her love and attention. Yes he wanted to be the one in charge, but in reality, if he could get her to do that. She would have full control over him. He wanted you, all of you. Your rainy Mondays, your tired attitude, just all of you. And he would have you. He didn't mind how long he had to wait, he would have you. For you, you knew you wanted Jake. Your parents showed you as you got older, and began to understand more, that one was to be submissive while the other took great care of their partner. Though they made sure you understood that there was love between the two. That no matter who was submissive it was their say always. It wasn't just "here is all my will, you take it and give me nothing back in return". No, never was it that. And something inside of you was okay with that kind of lifestyle. For someone who was always so loud, and in charge of everything, it would be nice to come home to someone and throw away all the responsibility that you once had. To sit in front of your partner on your knees, and share each other's day

It had been just another Friday night for you and your boys. Which meant the usual bar you guys went to. You had been running a little late, so by the time you had gotten there, all 4 boys were seated at a table and Jake had your drink at the chair next to him. Smiling to yourself at how after all these years he has remembered your go too.

You sat next to Jake and that's when he had the bright idea, tonight was the night, you'd be begging for him. Pleading for him even. He just knew tonight would be the night. His brothers had gotten in his head, Josh seemingly knew you wanted Jake, Sam agreed and Danny well, Danny knew. You told Danny years before that you wish you could be more with Jake. But as his friend you pushed that to the side and never really acted on it.

The only seat open was next to Jake. Looking over at Danny; you knew it was purposely. It started with some light touches to your thigh under the table, to a grip on your inner thigh while he was talking to the boys. You couldn't find the courage to speak at that moment, not trusting your voice to form full sentences. You looked over to Jake to see him laughing at something his brother said, he eventually leaned over to you. Jake's voice in your ear, sent shivers down your spine. At one point, after you heard him whisper, "Oh baby, what I would do to see you on your knees for me." You excused yourself from the table and walked over to the bathroom. In that moment Jake knew he had gotten to you. Walking to the bathroom felt like ages, your breathing was shallow, and your heart was beating abnormally fast. When you opened the bathroom door, you felt a sense of relief. Almost as if because you weren't in eyesight, you were safe from the looks he was giving you. As you were trying to steady your breathing, there was a knock at the bathroom door. Getting the courage to open the door was hard, worried you were going to see Jake outside the door, not wanting him to see you all flustered over his words.

Finally, taking another breath, you opened the door. Your heart was beating at a speed you were pretty sure is considered alarming, it was Jake. With a chuckle, he looked at you and said, "hey there, pretty. You doing okay in here?" You took a breath, almost as if you were trying to find the balls to talk to your best friend. Instead you just stared at him, hoping he would just take the hint and take control of this situation. He pushed his way into the bathroom with you, looking at you as if you were the last meal he would ever have. He looked at you and said, "stand against that wall baby, and I swear to god if you move I'll take you over my knee and make your ass bright red." You gulped and nodded, once again not trusting your voice. Jake looked at you with a look that you swear could kill someone. "That's not acceptable, try again." he said while looking at you. Whispering, you said it. Remembering an old conversation where Jake mentioned being into bdsm, and he liked it rough. And the thought of that made your knees weak and the pool between your legs just grew.

Jake had his hand between your legs, running his hand gently up your thigh to your pussy. "Fuck Jake, stop being a tease." He removed his hand all together and brought it up to your throat, gently squeezing, just enough to get the message. "Oh angel, I think you can ask a lot nicer than that." His devilish grin had you screaming. "Please, sir. Do something, I need it. I need to feel you touch me. I need to feel you." You responded in the most pathetic voice you could muster out. Right as Jake was about to push your skirt up higher, and remove your panties to give you that release you were craving. A knock was at the door, and all you could hear was Sam yelling, "Hey! I know you guys are busy, but we HAVE to go! Like right now!" Jake and yourself both sighed, and began fixing your outfits. "Oh angel, this isn't over yet. I promise you that. I'll be inside that sweet cunt of yours soon." Your eyes got wide at his words, as he opened the door, Sam looked at you as if he just saw a ghost. Not really ever thinking Jake or even you would have made that move.