Greta Van Fleet Preferences (plus the occasional oneshot/imagine/smut)

♡smut (jake)♡

so i got a request (everybody say thank you gnarleycoba1n ) for some rough jealous jake smut and i am here for it.

Your teeth were gritted. A mixture of rage and shame boiled through your blood, your chest burning as you held back an uncontollable urge to sob.
"Jake, I don't know why you're getting so upset..." you managed to huff out, forcing yourself to stand and move away from the small sofa he was sitting on, hunched over, elbows propped on his knees as he put his hand to his chin like he was deep in thought.
His usually bright hazel eyes were darker than usual, anger blackening the irises. His muscles were visually tensing. Every ripple of every tendon and vein was accentuated due to his infernal rage.
Yet he was silent. He was always like this; every time was angry or annoyed or just pissed off, he would recluse into complete meditative silence.

"Jesus Christ, say something." You quietly breathe, wanting the piercing silence to be broken.

He moved his hands away from his face, leaning back onto the sofa. He slung one arm over the back of it, an attempt at seeming relaxed. He exhaled loudly, partially of confusion and partially of annoyance.

"What the hell am I supposed to say?" He said, furrowing his brow and flinging his hand up. "You thought I wouldn't find out?"

"There wasn't anything to hide," you retorted loudly before he could finish his response, "You said we were over, remember?."

"No, I said we needed some time apart." He hissed, "Y'know, like when you pulled this same charade three months ago?"

His words stung you. You remembered that fight. It was terrible; you both did and said a lot of things you regretted. You can barely even remember how it escalated so quickly. But you do remember that you were drunk, had sex with some random guy you met at a party (in Jake's bed, I might add), and got caught.
Jake made himself leave and stay with Josh for a week because he knew if he stayed, things might become physical. You managed somehow to salvage whatever layed in the wreckage and still tried to maintain your relationship.

"That's not fair." You quietly said, voice cracking. "I- I was drunk. It's not fair."

"Fair!? Do you know what's not fair!?" He hissed loudly, standing up, "I leave for two weeks to visit my family, and I come back and find you fucking some asshole who looks like a fucking Hollister model."

Jake gritted his teeth, making his jawline tense as he stared at his feet.
"Why..." he exhaled, quietly, "why do you do this every fucking time?"

The sorrow in his voice caused a single tear to roll down your cheek. You genuinely had no idea why you had cheated on him. Jake adored you, but he wasn't your boyfriend, exactly. It was complicated. You had sex a couple of times, went on a few dates, but it was just on and off. He was always gone; recording, touring, practicing. And you always felt insecure when you saw the many beautiful girls who adored Jake ask him for a picture or autograph. As much as you hated to admit it, you thought he was always gone so often because he was seeing other girls. You became so jealous and angry that you found the first guy that was willing, and took out all of your frustration in the form of sex. It wasn't even good sex.

You needed, you wanted, you burned for Jake. You felt it in your innermost being; you just wanted to be with him. It seemed like as long as he was with you, or even just alive, everything would be right in the world. But it wasn't. You cheated on Jake in his own apartment.
Again.

"I don't-" you stuttered out.

"Don't say you don't know why you did it- you know why."

"Jake- I don't."