Knockout🔞 | The Originals

13: Down bad

Jake Jacobs

"Jake! Come on, man! Open this up!"

Someone behind the door called him again. He didn't mind that familiar voice of his friend, Vincent, and continued kissing the woman she's holding right now. He leaned closer, sliding his hand to her right thigh to make her wrap it around his waist.

He heard her softly hummed, her fingers tangling with the hair on the back of his head. He just loves the way she sounds, so soft, so soothing and so meek. Oh, good Lord. How can he stop himself at this point?

"Jake—" Elisse whispered, pressing her palm against his chest to part from the kiss. But he gripped on her waist to keep her close. "I—I think, you should get that." She said, her warm breath fanning his face.

"Come on, man. I swear, you need to hear what I say. I promise, I'm not messin' around!" Vincent shouted again and banged his door.

He turned to look at the door and then back to Elisse. She gave him a small smile and nodded, convincing him to get his door. He released a frustrated sigh; leaning his head against her shoulder. He hated having their kiss interrupted, this seriously happened multiple times, goddammit.

"Just a little more, please." Jake whispered and cupped her face to kiss her again. That didn't give her much of a choice but to kiss back. If he will not answer the door, they would probably leave.

He heard her softly whimper again, getting her arms around his neck as they continue. He held her closer, giving in to his desire to feel her warmth against his body. He hummed when she softly brushed her fingers against his ears, that made him feel hotter in a second.

That was his ultimate turn on, fucking hell.

There is no way he's going to stop right now.

"Yo, Jake! Open this shit up!" The voice from the other side of the door called again, banging it louder. "I know you're in there! Your sneakers are right in front of your door."

But he didn't listen. He continued kissing Elisse who is doing her best to keep up with him. She gasped when he slowly kiss her jaw, down to her neck. She gripped on his shirt to pull him closer while her legs caged him against the kitchen counter.

"I swear to God, if you're having sex right now—right at this moment—I will break this thing and—"

Jake parted from Elisse and whispered a curse. He gets his hands over her shoulders and lowered his head down to catch his breath. Fucking hell, he swear to God, he's going to punch his face.

"Dammit, Vincent! I'll be there in a sec!" Jake finally said and turned to the door.

"Oh, shit! You are having sex!" Vincent shouted again and giggled. Jake rolled his eyes and pressed his temple. He heard Elisse giggled too and covered her face with her hands.

"I'm sorry." She uttered and looked at Jake who's obviously pissed.

"This wasn't the first time." Jake said and scratched his head.

Elisse smiled and gave him a soft peck on his cheeks. "We'll have more times to catch up, don't we?" She asked and leaned in to kiss him again. Jake smiled and responded to her but it didn't last when his friend Vincent knocked on the door again.

"Yah, when will you come, Jacobs?" He said again, making them part from the kiss again. "Almost there?"

Jake rolled his eyes, he's not going to let this go. He always—always assume he's doing something inappropriate every time it takes him time to open his door. Whether it's in the bathroom, his own home and the locker rooms assigned to him during his matches.