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[alwysthre]

Screen Time - JMK

Hi friends! It snowed a whole bunch last night and I'm feeling cozy, and I finally had some time to write again. As usual, this idea came from a conversation with the lovely @gretavanblunt, my muse, my inspiration, my platonic soulmate, go read their writing too!

Summary: Getting naughty with your boyfriend, cyber-style.

Words: 4.4K

Warnings: Masturbation, sending nudes, explicit texting, phone sex/FaceTime sex, swearing

Steam obscured your view of yourself in the mirror as you toweled off after your shower. Your slightly wrinkled fingertips swiped at your phone to pause the shower playlist you’d had shuffling as background noise, then haphazardly swiping your hand across the condensation to watch yourself blurrily applying your moisturizer. You were that much more relaxed this evening without the presence of your roommate, her parents having her back home for the week. 

You liberally rubbed lotion into your silky soft legs, freshly shaved in your extra-pampering shower. You always treated yourself to a little extra care during the first shower after your period ended, and this one was an extra special one. You unconsciously smiled to yourself as your mind drifted to the gorgeous guy from your film history class you’d been seeing the last while, the adorable curly headed golden retriever of a boy called Josh. He was easily the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on, to the point you couldn’t believe he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. And so far he’d been the perfect gentleman, taking you on cute little dates to the park or the bowling alley, holding your hand during walks and stooping down to pick flowers for your hair. Plus, he constantly had you in stitches, his dry sense of humor perfectly allotting with your own. 

Needless to say, you were rabid for him. 

A soft ting from your phone alerted you to a text message. Speak of the devil, you thought, unlocking your phone and smiling at the message from Josh. 

Hi pretty girl :) Just got back from rehearsal, whatcha doin?

You typed back quickly, leaving your phone open on the counter as you brushed through your hair. 

Hiya handsome ;) just got out of the shower haha

You giggled watching the typing bubbles appear and disappear several times, knowing exactly where his mind was. He was a boy after all, a very flirtatious one too. 

Oh yeah? You miss me as much as I miss you?

You slowly smirked. He was testing the waters, feeling out what kind of mood you were in, but he was tasteful and sweet as always. 

You walked to your bedroom, still wrapped in your towel as you texted him back. 

Hmmm, idk, how much did you miss me baby? ;)

You bit your lip, setting your phone on the edge of your bed and walking over to grab some fresh undies and a sleep shirt. Picking out a cute but comfortable pair and your softest tee, you took them over and laid them on the bed before your eyes caught on the screen. 

So much. Wish you were here with me…

Your heart fluttered at the message. He was giving you the power to steer the conversation. You could easily guide it down a sweet path, gushing over how much you missed his cuddles and his smile and leave it at that. But he’d left the door open for you to be a little naughty as well, and what was life without a little excitement?

You quickly answered his message.

Me too, so many things we could do ;)

You giggled softly to yourself, crossing your legs as you sat down, the towel still tucked around your chest. You pictured Josh’s excited panic on the other side of the phone, wondering if the conversation rousing the same butterflies in him as it was in you. 

Another faint buzz in your hand drew your attention back to the screen. 

What kind of things did you have in mind sweet girl? 

You typed back quickly.

Not sure you’d still think I’m sweet if I told you. 

If you were here, I’d see for myself how sweet you are. 

Your jaw opened a little reading that one, his answer immediate. Smooth fucker. You bit your lip as you answered. 

What if I want a taste too?

You held your breath, nervous excitement fluttering in your stomach, watching his typing bubbles reappear and disappear again. No doubt he was deleting every message he started to type, second guessing himself. Finally, the soft buzz accompanied his message.

Naughty girl. I bet you look absolutely divine right now, fresh out of the shower. Are you dressed?

You shifted, pressing your thighs together, suddenly hyper aware of your nakedness under the towel. You looked down, an idea popping into your head as you smirked and let the towel fall around your hips on the bed. 

No need for clothes, my roommate’s out for the night. What about you?

Imagining Josh naked was certainly a welcome train of thought. You pictured him sprawled on his bed, his cock resting against his stomach and twitching from neglect as he typed. 

I’m a naturalist at heart, sweet girl. No need for clothes in bed, anyway, don’t you think?

You smirked at that. You contemplated the little camera icon beside the text box. There was something clumsy about sending pictures through text, though. Snapchat however, was built for a reason. 

You swiped away, opening the little yellow ghost app instead. You found Josh’s contact, double tapping and setting the phone down for a second. You wrapped the towel back around yourself, laying back on the bed with your head on the pillow. You found a good angle, biting your lip and holding the tuck of the towel against your breast, your cleavage dangerously exposed. Quickly snapping the picture, you tapped to add the message, “towels don’t count as clothes, do they?”

Aaaaand, send. You sat up again, watching the screen closely. Josh opened it after about ten seconds, making you giggle. If you knew him at all, you knew he was probably flustered as hell right now. This was brand new for you two, thrilling new territory. 

After a moment or two, a little red square replaced the hollow red triangle beside his name. You took a deep breath, not sure what to expect. Tapping it opened a picture of Josh laid out on his bed, his skin looking gorgeously tan against his cream coloured sheets. His entire chest was visible, clearly naked, his blankets draped over his groin low enough that you could trace the muscular V-shaped indents of his hips. His pink lips were parted sinfully, allowing a small glimpse at the adorable gap between his front teeth, and the picture cut off just above the tip of his button nose. 

The message read, “Neither do bedsheets.”

It was sinful how gorgeous he was, and he hadn’t even shown you anything explicit. 

You pondered what next, wanting to tease him a little more. Rolling onto your stomach, you let the towel fall away completely. Your breasts pressed against your bedspread, accentuating your cleavage, and your hair framed your face in damp tendrils. You gave your best fuck-me-eyes, taking the shot and adding the caption, “Best to just lose them both, I think.”

Josh opened it in four seconds this time, which you barked a laugh at. You found his eagerness adorable, and you loved knowing he was waiting with the app open in anticipation just like you. You had his full attention. 

He took a couple of minutes to answer, and your mind raced at the possible implications of the delay. 

Finally, his reply came. You made yourself wait at least a few seconds before opening it, but dear god, you weren’t prepared for it. 

He had used the light coming in from his window to backlight the shot, in which he held his thin white sheet vertically across his body. It was a side angle, and the soft light casted a perfect shadow of his very erect, very large cock through the sheet. The perfect silhouette of it made your mouth water, not to mention the rather beautiful and artistic photograph technique. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his perfectly arched length, standing straight up at attention behind the sheet’s cover. God, he was gorgeously shaped, not scarily large, but bigger than average, and you could just make out the soft ridge around his tip. 

Finally glancing at the message, you read, “Two can play the teasing game, mama.”

Cocky little shit. 

You sat up, cross legged, and carefully arranged your damp hair to drape over and cover your nipples. It was just long enough to rest over them, stopping just underneath so most of your breasts were exposed, and you gently hugged yourself around your middle as you took the picture, squeezing your tits together in the process. You gave a naughty smirk to the camera, a few strands of hair falling over your face in that effortlessly sexy way you knew he loved. The shot cut off at your waist, denying him the viewing pleasure of anything below your bellybutton. 

“You learn those photography skills in class Joshy? I’m impressed.”

Your heart fluttered excitedly as Josh opened it, wishing desperately you could see his face.

Then it felt like your heart stopped dead for a few seconds. A purple square appeared beside his name. A video. He sent a video. 

You shamelessly opened it immediately this time, too impatient to hold on. 

His perfect pouty lips were pulled into a smug smile, flushed and swollen from biting no doubt, and the angle only showed down to his stomach. But good lord, you watched as his abs clenched rhythmically, and his breath hitched, and then he let out a soft needy-sounding moan from between those perfect lips, his fluffy brows tilted upwards in the middle of his forehead. He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth just as the video ended, and you were left gaping at the screen.

He left no doubt as to what was happening just under the cut of that clip. His moan… your head was reeling, and all of a sudden, the heat was cranked up to eleven. Then a little blue notification popped up beside his name. Opening the message, you nearly moaned yourself. 

“Facetime?”

The thudding in your heart tripled, but in the best way. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you quickly closed snapchat, opening facetime instead. You quickly laid on your back, climbing under the sheets, draping them lowly across your chest to barely cover your nipples. Your finger combed your hair back into place and hit Josh’s contact. 

After a few nervewracking rings, he answered the call, the screen lighting up with his sweet, boyish face, his cheeks unusually flushed.

“Hey there, baby,” you flirted, smiling mischievously. Josh’s eyes immediately dipped down his screen quickly, returning to their previous fixation as he swallowed, his breath noticeably picked up from its usual rhythm. 

“Hey mama, you look absolutely beautiful tonight,” his voice smooth and a touch deeper than normal. Breathier, too. 

You smiled wider, blushing and shrugging one shoulder, drawing his attention back down to your chest. You wanted his eyes there, you felt on fire as he drank you in like fine wine. 

“And you… you look devastatingly gorgeous, Josh,” you told him softly, a raspy edge coloring your voice. You let your eyes wander down his torso as far as the camera showed you, just grazing his belly button. 

Josh smirked lazily, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip, and then you noticed the faint movement of his right arm, just barely within the shot. 

“You know, you’re being an awful tease, tonight, honey,” he told you, matter-of-factly. 

You bit your lip, flashing him your best innocent doe-eyes. “I’m sorry baby, what did I do?” you breathed, subtly bringing your knees up and using your legs to tug the sheet down an inch or two, and the sheet slipped down past your breasts. Your peaked nipples hardened further at the cool air, exposed to Josh’s gaze. 

Josh’s eyes widened, his lips parting with a rushed exhale. His right arm tensed, subtly moving faster. 

“Oh my god…” he muttered, sounding painfully out of breath. His brows knit and you watched his eyes flicker slightly from side to side where they were transfixed lower on his screen. You felt a rush of arousal gathering in your core under his mesmerized gaze. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, mm-“ His words were cut off by the hitch in his breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a second from what you assumed was a particularly nice tug on his cock, still out of view. 

You whimpered softly, squeezing your boobs together as his eyes returned to them. Your free hand trailed up to cup and squeeze at your breast, watching Josh’s jaw drop slightly. “Can I… can I see?” you whispered shyly, dipping your eyes suggestively. 

Josh swallowed hard, nodding softly after a second, and the camera panned down his body, and oh fuck-

His hand was wrapped tightly around his gorgeous cock, lazily pumping it in his fist. You let out a soft whine of desire, watching the movement of his hand, drinking it all in, his soft dusting of pubic hair, his balls drawing tighter to him every once and a while, his perfectly lean, muscular thighs clenching. 

The camera shook unsteadily in Josh’s shaky hand, and he huffed slightly, his adorable boyish nature peeking through in the petulant noise. You bit your lip, waiting as he readjusted, the bed creaking through the speakers. 

Josh shifted, sitting up and leaning back against his headboard, propping his phone against a pillow. You now had a near full body view of him, the angle giving the perspective as though you were laying on your stomach in front of him, a very welcome point of view that you’d love to experience for real. 

“Fuck, Josh…” you sighed, chewing your lip in want. 

He smirked breathlessly down at you through the screen, “You like this better, sweet girl?”

You nodded, in a trance as you watched him jerk himself. 

He hissed quietly, continuing, “Yeah?” he swallowed, “’M so hard, all for you, mama, want you so bad,” he confessed, his desire leaking into his tone. 

You snuck a hand down absently, desperate to relieve the ache between your legs. Josh noticed the movement, letting out a soft whimper. “You touching yourself too?” 

You nodded slowly, circling your finger around your clit, spreading your wetness through your folds. “Yeah babe… you’re so hot, I can’t- I had to.” 

Josh’s hips bucked slightly into his hand, you noticed his fist tightening too. “Naughty girl… so jealous, wish it was my fingers.”

Your eyes tore away from his now leaking cock to see his face, twisted in desire. With a surge of confidence, you confessed, “If you were here, I’d want so much more than your fingers.”

Josh’s face looked up at yours at that, surprise mixing with lustful adoration, making your heart flutter. “What else would you want, mama?” 

You whimpered, “mm, Josh please…” your fingers circled your clit faster, already so worked up from the buildup. 

Josh’s head lolled back, exposing his flawless arched neck until he focused back on his phone screen. “Fuck, you say my name so nice like that,” he sighed shakily. He swallowed, his face becoming almost nervous. “Do you think… can I watch too?” 

You blushed, but you wanted it badly. You wanted his eyes on you, on your most intimate part of your body. You wanted him to see you. You also wanted to tease him a little more, first. 

“Watch what, Joshy?” you asked innocently, suppressing a smirk.

His eyes drug up your form to your face. “You know what, little tease.” His tone was dark, but his ever-expressive face gave away the playful meaning behind his words. 

You bit your lip, leaning forward into the camera slightly. “Maybe I wanna hear you beg me.” You blushed at your own boldness, but Josh’s frustrated whine made it worth it. 

He sighed, brows knit as he licked his lips. “Please, honey, show me that pretty pussy, I need it so bad,” he whispered raggedly, sounding so genuinely needy that you felt another wave of heat rushing down your body. 

“Mmm… good boy,” you smirked. Josh’s eyes squeezed shut quickly at your words, grunting softly. Interesting. 

Carefully, you sat up, propping your phone on a throw pillow the same way he did. You saw him bite his lip hard at the motion of your chest swaying in front of the camera, a quiet muffled groan sounding faintly from the speakers. Sitting back and leaning against the head board, you kept your knees closed teasingly, curling your legs to the side.

Giving him a playful smirk, you traced your fingertips up your shins and over your knees, running your hand over your thigh and your ass seductively. Josh’s eyes followed the movement closely, a short grunt huffing out of him. “You look fucking stunning, mama,” he struggled, relaxing further to his side, the angle change giving you a gorgeous side view of him as he pumped himself harder. “Can you open your legs for me? …p-please?” he added shyly.

You slid your fingers back down, letting them slip between your thighs out of his sight, a high pitched sigh released from your throat. You looked down at Josh, biting your lip hard as you watched his hand working himself. You wedged your hand into your slick folds, running your fingers up and down your wetness. “Josh…” you whispered breathily, drawing out his torture as long as you could, bringing your other hand up to cup and squeeze your breast. You were perhaps exaggerating your little show a little, but it was to your benefit just as much as his. His unwavering hungry gaze was making you feel sexier than you’d ever felt before, knowing how badly he wanted you. 

Josh whimpered through the speakers, “…please…” a quiet desperate noise that you didn’t think he meant to release, but the sound flooded your lower half with heat.

“I wish you were with me so fucking bad, Joshy.”

Josh groaned softly, “Talk to me, pretty girl, what would we be doing?” His lazy smirk reappeared at his request, and you returned it, albeit slightly shyer. “You never answered my question.”

Your fingers slipped quicker through your folds as you answered, “Wanna taste you, want you in my mouth.”

Josh’s sharp intake of breath made your confidence soar, and you continued, “I’d suck you until you cum down my throat, til you beg me to stop.”

Josh’s jaw fell open as his brows knit tightly together. “Oh fuck-“ his breath hitched, his fist flying up and down his length now, and you watched hungrily as his other hand slid down from his abs to fondle his balls. Then his glazed over eyes refocused on your form, your hand still hidden behind your thigh. He licked his lips tentatively, and you figured he earned it, being so patient.

Josh breathed, “God, please… let me watch you. All of you,” his voice shaking endearingly. Your heart warmed from the care in his voice, not wanting to coerce you into anything you didn’t want to give him, despite his desperation. 

You held eye contact (camera contact?) with him as you smiled reassuringly, your eyes twinkling mischievously. “Mmm, yeah? You wanna see that bad, huh?” you teased breathily, lifting your leg teasingly. 

Josh nodded quickly, “Need you, I wanna watch that sweet pussy dripping, wanna see you cum, please baby,” he begged, his thumb swiping over his tip causing a sharp gaspy moan, “fuck I need you so bad.” He barely sounded lucid anymore through his desperation.

You moaned softly, rubbing over your clit once more before bring the knee closest to your phone over and letting your legs part, spread open to his full view. 

Josh let out a feral sounding groan, and you caught the faint reflection of sweat beading on his forehead. He bucked into his hand, his mouth hanging open now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, god, you’re so fucking perfect, so beautiful,” he babbled, his voice strained and breathy as he fucked into his hand. 

You brought both of your hands down, spreading your pussy open further with one set of fingers, using your middle finger of your other hand to tease and gently circle your clit. 

Your boyfriend’s broken cry told you he was more than enjoying the show. “You’re so fucking hot, I’ve never wanted anything this bad in my fucking life,” he whined, “Jesus christ I want to fuck you until my body just gives out.” 

You moaned, tossing your head back and rolling your hips as you ground into your fingers. “Fuck Josh, want you so bad, wanna ride your cock, want to sit on your face, I want it all,” you rushed through your panting. 

Josh suddenly gasped, “Oh my god, I’m so close, mama, ohhh, ‘m gonna cum.”

You nodded furiously, your mouth watering at the thought of watching him completely coming undone. “Yes, baby, cum for me, please, cum,” you begged him. You watched in complete awe as Josh spit quickly down on his own cock, spreading the lubrication with his fist never slowing down. His constant stream of raspy, fucked out moans got more and more choked and breathless, his glistening cock twitching in his hand. 

His eyes never left your body, zeroed in with razor focus on your fingers flicking furiously across your clit in a blur. Your orgasm was quickly building too, the fire burning as white-hot as the desire between the both of you. You quickly sunk two fingers of your other hand into your sopping wet entrance, fucking yourself in rhythm with your other hand’s rubbing. You were positive Josh could hear the lewd wet noises sounding from between your legs, but apparently the sight of your fingers flying in and out of your tight hole was enough to send him over the edge. 

He let out a choked groan, his head falling forward as his fist’s blurred motion picked up even more, seemingly unable to get enough friction to satisfy the aching need under his fingers. You moaned loudly, watching him buck into his hand erratically, his brows knit as ropes of white cum spurted from the purplish head of his cock. He let out an animalistic cry of your name as his body quaked from the force of his orgasm. His eyes blinked in and out of focus as he started to come down, trying hard to keep his gaze on your body, not wanting to miss you following shortly after. 

Watching him cum could’ve stopped your heart, it was so indescribably erotic. You pictured yourself licking up the warm results of his orgasm from his soft tummy, riding his thigh, and you pictured fucking your hips against his hot wet tongue, and you were a goner too. Furiously spasming around your fingers, you felt a small surge of wetness trickling down your thigh. You clenched through the most intense waves of pleasure you’d felt in ages, crying out as you rode your fingers, abusing your poor clit through your orgasm. “Jooosh, shit shit shit, yes,” you sobbed helplessly, coming down from your peak slowly, shockwaves of pleasure still lighting up your nerves.

Your eyes fluttered open as you relaxed, withdrawing your fingers as your chest heaved, setting into your afterglow. You picked up your phone and focused your eyes on Josh with a lazy, bashful smile. He was catching his breath too, returning your hazy grin and wiping his forehead. “Wow,” he chuckled breathlessly. 

You giggled, tugging the sheet up under your armpits and nestling back into your bed. “Wow is right…” 

He smiled wider, sitting up and throwing his sheets off his legs. You blushed slightly, catching his softening cock as he stood and raised the camera back up. You watched the background of his room moving away after he pulled a pair of sweatpants on. He leaned into the camera, lips puckered as he blew you a kiss through the screen. You giggled, “What’re you doing now, babe?” 

He looked down at you, the most lovesick puppy eyed smile you’d ever seen, instantly melting your heart all over again. “Coming to see you, pretty girl.”

Your jaw dropped, and he set the phone on his table. You recognized the ceiling of his entryway, and you heard the zip of his jacket, and the thudding of his shoes as he pulled them on. “Wh- now? You’re actually coming over?” your question raised in pitch but soft, unable to believe his sweetness.

Josh picked up his phone, smiling that gap-toothed boyish smile that made it impossible not to fall for him. “Of course. I want cuddles,” he giggled.

You smiled wide, giddy with love and excitement, “…me too,” you whispered. 

“See you soon, sweet girl, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he winked with a click of his tongue, shooting you a finger gun through the screen. 

You giggled rolling your eyes, “See you soon, dork, I lo-“ 

Josh’s eyes widened as you cut yourself off, face paling at your slip-up. You just swallowed, looking at him uncertainly. His face broke out in a wide smile, and he held his phone up closer to his face. “Say it,” he asked softly. 

You picked at your finger nervously, examining his face for any trace of disingenuity. Finding only pure love and hopefulness, you said quietly, “I love you, Josh.” 

Then Josh’s smile widened impossibly, cracking his face in two, and he spun around. He actually spun in a circle, the screen making you feel dizzy. He sighed deeply, running his hand through his mess of curls. “I love you too, I love you, I love you so much,” he giggled at your beaming smile that you tried to hide in your pillow. Your muffled giggle of joy gave you away, and he said softly, “look at me.”

You glanced up at him shyly, and he cocked his head. “I’ll be there before you can blink, and I’m gonna tell you again when I’m there- no, I’m gonna show you. Nah, actually, I’ll do both,” he rambled excitedly as his door opened. His keys jangled and he once again brought his lips to the camera, making smooching noises that made you giggle and shake your head. “My pretty girl. Love you, see you soon,” he cooed, climbing into his car. 

“Love you too, Joshy,” you told him softly, “see you soon baby.” 

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hush, hush

the one where sam and (y/n) have crossed the line between enemy, friend, and lover. 

sam kiszka x female reader

read part 1

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering (f receving), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex

you had slipped out the front door easily, opting for an irish exit rather than lengthy goodbyes with tipsy friends. when you got outside, you realized you had no idea what sam’s car even looked like. maybe this was a stupid idea. you barely knew the guy. you’d never really spent more than a few minutes completely alone with him. 

just as you were starting to second guess yourself, you saw sam rounding the corner of the house. 

“c’mon, my car’s over here,” he motioned for you to follow him. 

when you caught up to him, he placed his hand on your lower back, walking close to you. you tried not to think about how sweet that was and remember that this was just sex. you couldn’t start feeling things beyond lust for sam kiszka. 

his car was parked haphazardly in the grass with all the other vehicles. you stepped into the passenger seat and began to take a look around. it wasn’t a messy car, but it also wasn’t spotless. he had some miscellaneous items strewn about the back, namely a sweatshirt, beanie, and some sheet music. 

you didn’t speak on the way to his place. soft rock music played over the speakers as his hand found it’s way to your thigh. he placed it tentatively on your knee first, as if you weren’t about to have sex with him. after a moment, he moved it up further, giving you a light squeeze and rubbing his thumb against you. 

sam was right; he didn’t live too far from the party. in just 5 minutes, you were pulling into the driveway of his house. your palms began to sweat as you anticipated the evening ahead of you. what were you getting yourself into? wordlessly, you stepped out of his car and followed him to the front door. 

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hush, hush

the one where sam and (y/n) hate each other, but somehow end up making out in a bathroom at a party. 

sam kiszka x female reader; enemies to lovers-ish

warnings: blood, sexual situations, swearing, alcohol consumption

xxx

there was just something about sam kiszka that annoyed you to the ends of the earth. his smug face, his need to always be right, or his beautiful, beautiful hair. you were sure it was a mix of those three that made you hate him and hate that you wanted him. the latter he would never be privy to. you could not let sam kiszka know you had any other feeling but hatred for him. you would never hear the end of it and sam was at his worst when he had something to make fun of you for. 

like, for example, right now. he just watched you take a shot (of well tequila mind you) and you squirted the lime chaser right in your eye. as you writhed in pain from the burn of both the alcohol and the lime juice, sam simply cackled at you. finally someone more sympathetic to your pain than sam handed you both a glass of water and a wet napkin.

sam held up his hand to block the paper towel from going in your hands. 

“no don’t worry about it. (y/n) is very used to getting strange liquids in her eyes. aren’t you?” sam smirked. you snatched the paper towel, mouthing “thank you” to your friend for helping, and rolled your one, not burning eye. 

“wow, a semi slut-shamey sex joke. you should really pursue a path of becoming a stand-up comedian, you know, just in case your brothers get their hearing restored and kick you from the band.” you dabbed the paper towel to your eye, cleansing it of the lime juice. 

“oh fuck off and take a joke kid,” he chuckled, before taking shot of his own. 

you hated that he called you “kid.” it was just so…condescending. deciding not to let bitterness get the best of you, you let out a sigh and walked away, joining the rest of your friends in whatever shenanigans were happening in the living room. 

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First Dates // D.R.W

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: Y/N gets set up for a blind date with a total asshole, credits to one of their friends. The night is going terribly until she meets a handsome stranger at the bar… 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Strangers to Lovers Danny! Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving), Slight Bondage, Use of Whips, Language, Alcohol Consumption, uhm.. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 5.8K

M A S T E R L I S T

“It was crazy! That part was one of the wildest parties I’ve ever been to, especially for a work function. We probably spent a couple grand putting that thing together. Not that it was a huge deal considering that’s like loose change to me, but it was still wild.” The guy in front of you laughed. You pulled a fake smile before taking a sip of your drink.

You were on one of the worst blind dates of your life. You had been going on dates for a while, just trying to find somebody who made you genuinely happy. You were so tired of the shitty dates that lead to one-night stands and you would never hear from them again. It was exhausting. This guy though? He was the worst to fucking date. So far he has just talked about himself the entire night, about how much money he makes like it’s some huge deal, all of the lame-ass parties he’s been to and he hasn’t even let you get a word in edge-wise. He ordered your food for you, never even stopping to ask what you wanted. At one point he had even mentioned something about a girl he had slept with and proceeded to talk about it in vague detail. You were over it, this guy was nothing but one giant red flag.

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Tease | d.r.w x fem reader

A/N: hiiii!! This is only my second fic i’ve posted, so I’m still a little shaky. This is barely edited, I kinda just had the idea and then started writing lmao. Lmk what y’all think !!!

Plot: Danny finds your vibrator and decides to tease you about it ;) 

Warnings: SMUT ! ! 18+ MINORS DNI;  sex toy play, slight m dom/f sub, danny being cocky af, unprotected sex (wrap it yo) 

WC: 1.7k

You were grateful for the day you had. You wandered around the house all day doing small tasks while simultaneously getting distracted by Tik Tok. It had been your first day off in a while, and you were happy to give yourself time to relax and recuperate. 

Your boyfriend Danny would be home in about an hour. He had spent the entire day at the studio with his best friends, and you knew he would be in the best mood. He had a fancy dinner planned for the two of you tonight, and you truthfully couldn’t wait to spend more one on one time with him. He arrived home from tour two weeks ago, and you still felt like you had so much to catch up on, basking in every moment you were together. 

You found yourself in the bedroom looking for a dress to wear when you heard the front door open. You giddily smiled to yourself and ran to the entrance of the apartment. When you got there, Danny was faced away from you, his long hair flowing down his back. His arms were looking particularly toned, his muscles stretching the sleeves of his long sleeve shirt. You stood there with your hands crossed in front of you, shifting your weight forward and back until Danny noticed. 

He turned around with the biggest smile on his face, then ran up to you, lifting you up and saying “C’mere” in the smallest little voice. He kissed you like he always did, soft and sweet, and you could never get tired of the way he tastes. 

“How was your day?” you said as he set you down on your feet. 

“Really great actually, I feel like we got a lot done,” he replied, still holding you to his chest. 

“I’m so glad, what time is dinner?” you said pulling away to look at him face to face. 

“6 o’clock! I can’t wait for you to try this place. It’s spectacular.” 

“Sweet, we have time. Shower?” you said, raising your eyebrows at him. Without warning, he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. You laughed like a little kid, feeling yourself bounce down the hall as he walked. 

He set you down in the bathroom, where you started the water and began to undress. He sauntered back out to the room while you talked mindlessly about how badly you needed a good glass of wine. 

“Don’t worry,” he said “They have the absolute best,” 

You stood naked in the mirror, taking your hair down and brushing through it, when you heard Danny from the bedroom. 

“Hey love?” he said 

“Yeah?” you said kindly, peaking your head out. That’s when you saw Danny standing above your bedside table, only in his boxers.  The top drawer was wide open, and he was staring intently down at it, a smug smile on his face. That’s when it hit you. 

You had bought a small bullet vibrator while Danny was away on tour. The nights were far too lonely, and you couldn’t help yourself. You never had anything like this, and wanted to try it. You planned on telling him about it, but just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. 

His slender fingers reached into the drawer and pulled out the toy. He turned towards you slowly, and a smile grew on his face. You froze, unsure of how he would react. Danny had always been quite dominant when it came to sex, and this was new territory. 

“What have we here?” he said, still smiling. 

“I um- I bought it when you were on tour,” is all you could muster. 

“Is that so?” he said looking it over more. All you could do was nod. 

“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I just missed you so much.” 

“Interesting. Why don’t you come here?” he said in a soothing voice while sitting down at the edge of the bed, setting the vibrator down next to him. You walked to him shyly and stood in front of him. He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it gently. 

He began softly kissing up your arms, his lips finding home at the top of your shoulder. The feeling of his warm lips on your skin sent a sensation right to your stomach. 

He pulled you onto his lap, and you became increasingly aware of your nakedness. He began kissing your neck, causing you to throw your head back and move your hips towards him. This was definitely your weak point, losing all sense of control as soon as his lips touched your neck. Gently, he lifted both of you up and pulled his boxers off. You shifted back down, your core finding his erection. You moved on it slowly, eliciting a breathy moan from his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you moaned out, not realizing how needy you had been for him. 

He broke contact to pick up the vibrator and show it to you “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” 

You looked into his eyes, trying to catch your breath. You needed touch, anything. 

Danny pressed the on button and played with the settings until he found one he liked. He decided on the softest setting, the one you used most often. He kissed you passionately while placing it against your clit. You jumped up at the contact, but his other hand found your hip and gently pushed you back down. You moaned against his lips, basking in the gentle rhythm of the toy. 

“Danny,” you said, starting to move your hips on the toy. 

“Tell me baby, what do you think about when I’m gone?” he said, a slight cockiness in his voice. He began rubbing the toy in circles around your core, earning a string of moans from you. His erection was positioned right under you, and brushed your body every so often, sending a wave of pleasure through you each time. All you wanted was for him to be inside you. 

“Answer me, pretty girl,” he said softly in your ear. 

“I think about you baby,” you said, still rything in your own pleasure. 

“Me? How so?” he said, clearly teasing you. His eyes were dark, his mouth agape while he followed your center with the toy as you squirmed.

“I think about how good you are to me baby, how much I wish you were here with me,” you said quickly in one breath. You weren’t sure if you were even making sense, but the smile on Danny’s face showed that he liked what he was hearing. 

“Ah, I see. Do you think about me fucking you?” he said, his voice so deep you could barely hear him. 

You nodded feverously, not being able to generate a verbal response. All you could think about was how good he was making you feel, and his erection bumping your core as you moved, making his breathing hitch slightly. 

“Please baby, I need it,” you said, begging at this point. But he wasn’t ready to let you off so easily. With your words, he flicked the speed up a notch, making you squirm even more. You whined out, this was only making you drip more. 

“How do you think about me? Like this? Or from behind? Or perhaps with my face between your legs?” he said, pushing the toy against you harder. His voice was so soft, so sweet, but the filth falling from his mouth made it impossible to think he was being nice. This was all a tease, and he had you right where he wanted you. 

You felt yourself coming so close to your climax, your head fell back and you let out an animalistic groan. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he turned the toy off and placed his hand on his erection, pumping it a few times before sliding into you slowly. He gave you time to adjust, before grabbing onto your waist and lifting you up and down from him. He moaned out, and you caught a glimpse of his face. His mouth had fallen open as his head fell back, his eyes peacefully shut. As he regained composure, he looked  you in the eyes, the slighted grin finding his lips. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, the pleasure overtaking your body. With a few more thrusts, Danny was yelling out a line of obscenities. You felt him fill you, his cock twitching slightly as he came. Your lips found his, and you both fell back onto the bed. 

You lay there in his chest, feeling it rise as he caught his breath. His hand found your temple, stroking it lightly. His lips found your forehead and kissed it gently.

After a few moments, he pulled himself away from you and walked to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on for the bath. You lifted yourself up, but found your legs were jelly and fell back onto the bed. Danny just watched from the bathroom door, laughing at your difficulty. 

“C’mon bambi,” he said, throwing your body over his shoulder once more.

In the bathroom, he set you down gently and placed you in the bath.

Danny sunk in behind you, his legs positioned next to yours, and pulled you back into his chest. You stayed like this for some time before he helped you wash your hair. 

When you were finished, he lifted you out of the bath and dried you off, being so tender with your body. You always felt so grateful for the little things like this, knowing you would never find someone who loved and cared for you like he did. 

“I guess we missed our reservation,” you said. 

“Totally worth it,” he replied. “Take out?”

Danny spent the rest of the night treating you like a princess. The two of you ate from small containers of chinese food and watched movies, just happy to be in each other's presence.

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The Lemon Song

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut! language, fingering, (f receiving) unprotected sex, roughish sex. 18+ minors DNI

a/n: this is my first time posting my writing. please be kind. 

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Cigarette Smoke And A Vibrator Remote - Sam Kiszka

A/N: Yeah, okay… this might be my favorite Sam fic i’ve EVER written. This one goes out to whoever wrote me all those requests a while back for Sam 🫶🏻 I can’t find any of them now, but I just want you to know, whoever you all are that sent them, that I love you dearly for all the requests.

WARNINGS: Sam being absolutely diabolical and cocky af. Toys (remote controlled vibrator), TEASING, edging, shotgunning , hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex. Did I mention teasing? This contains 18+ content! Minors please DNI!

••••

“Look at you… a fucking gem,” Sam stood behind you and ran his hands down your sides, staring ahead at your reflection in the full body mirror.

A crimson blush tinted your cheeks, feeling hot from his words and his burning gaze.

“Mm… I should let you pick my dresses more often.” You whispered, running your own hands down the deep, royal purple, material.

It hugged your body in a delectable way. The cut at the neck was low, but not too low and the length of the dress stopped about mid thigh. It was incredibly classy, yet still sexy.

You turned around to face Sam, giving him a purposely slow once-over.

He matched you perfectly with a button up in the exact same purple, with a pair of nice, but simple black pants.

“You forgot something, Sammy…” You met his eyes, running your hands up his arms until they reached the collar of his shirt.

He hummed. “And what could I possibly have forgotten, doll?”

Wordlessly, your fingers found the first button of his shirt, undoing it. You did two more the same way, leaving only a couple still fastened at the bottom.

“That’s better.” You lended a cheeky grin, thoroughly enjoying the palpable tension you had just created. “Much, much better.”

“Uh huh, I bet it is, but…” Sam reached into his back pocket, swiftly pulling out a little box. “I also almost forgot something.”

You eyed the box skeptically, obviously unaware that he had gotten you anything else. “Sammy, what is-“

He opened up the box, holding it out for you to get a good look at.

“Samuel… Francis…” You eyed the little vibrator inside in utter shock and your stomach was suddenly twisting with nerves. “No way in hell.”

Sam tilted his head back. “Why not?!” He all but cackled, knowing good and well why you didn’t want to wear it.

Or claimed you didn’t…

“Because you’re fucking evil and merciless,” This drew a genuine, rather proud laugh out of Sam.

“And you’re the one who’s got the remote!”

“Come on,” he sang. “I’ll go easy on you, baby. Promise.” He threw his free hand over his heart.

You shot him an unconvinced look and he huffed, trying to fight back another giggle.

“Okay… I’ll at least go easy for a little while.”

“See?!” You pointed a single finger at him in an accusatory fashion.

As your point had pretty much just been proven.

He tossed the box down onto the bed behind him and pulled you closer to him. “Come on, doll. Be real. I know you really want to try it…”

You turned your face away from his, fighting with yourself to not give in to him.

“You’d love for me to have this much control over you all night.” His lips pressed against your jaw, sneaking their way to your ear.

“Go ahead and try to tell me you don’t want that. I won’t believe you. Listen…” he paused for a moment. “-you’re breathing all heavy. You like it. I bet this pretty cunt is dripping at the idea already.”

The urge to smack him in the mouth was almost too overwhelming.

“I’m not.” You tried to will your voice to sound firm, but Sam still wasn’t buying it.

Truthfully, you weren’t buying it, either. You absolutely wanted to go out, vibrator secretly tucked between your legs, while Sam had the remote hidden under the nice restaurant’s table.

“Oh, yeah? So if I see for myself right now, you won’t be wet at all?” Sam peered down at you, raising one of his eyebrows.

Truthfully, you were most likely already dripping onto your panties - you could feel it and Sam already knew that. He would be an idiot to believe otherwise and he was far from stupid.

“Tell me the truth, mama. I would hate to have to keep you here and punish you for lying to me…” Sam’s voice dropped even lower, threatening to steal the air from your lungs and the strength to hold your weight, right out from your knees.

“Fuck you,” You muttered with a whiny edge. “Give me the damn box.”

A triumphant smile and low chuckle was all the response Sam gave you; another word and you probably would have actually smacked him.

He handed you the small box, turning you towards the bathroom with a gentle shove.

You closed the door and stared down at the little vibrator, extremely curious as to how much power the little thing even had.

“Guess i’m about to find out..” you mumbled, not even close to loud enough for Sam to hear.

You took the vibrator out, letting out a shuddering breath as you realized it was meant to be inserted and rest right on your gspot.

Slipping out of your heels, you pulled down your panties and carefully began inserting the vibrator.

Once it was in and felt comfortable, You quickly put your heels back on and left the bathroom to return to Sammy.

“Feels a little weird, huh?” Sam asked in amusement, taking notice of the way you were walking.

You ignored his question entirely, asking a question of your own. “Sam… How high does this thing go…?”

His eyes instantly darkened. “You wanna find out before we leave?”

“No.” You were certain that if you tested it now, you would scramble to the bathroom to take it out.

“Let’s just go before I change my mind.”

You were out of the bedroom door in a blink, leaving Sam to play catch up as you made your way down the stairs.

“Dare I say you’re really just eager to get there?” Sam teased breathlessly, slowing his quick strides once he reached the front door.

You turned your back to him and grabbed your bag and coat down from the wall, hoping the blush on your cheeks would be gone by the time you turned back around to face him.

Just as you were about to pull your coat on, a low buzz whirled to life between your legs, causing your knees to buckle.

“S-Sam??” You whipped around to face him on wobbly legs.

“Mhm?” He stayed leaned against the wall with his phone in hand, smirking evilly at you.

His thumb ghosted just above his screen, like he was just waiting to play around with it.

“Cut… Cut it out. We haven’t even left yet,” You scolded him, clenching your thighs together. “I said wait.”

His thumb swiped the screen and your eyes widened in panic, but the vibrations stopped.

Sam pushed himself away from the wall and snatched his keys from the small table by the door, winking as he sauntered by to open the front door for you.

“Just wanted to make sure it works.”

•

Letting Sam convince you to wear the vibrator out in public with him controlling it, probably wasn’t one of you best choices.

The only thing you’d gotten out of it was hours of countless teasing after you’d made the bold decision to purposely provoke him, until you finally broke and begged him to bring you back home.

•

“Sam.” You forced out through gritted teeth, gripping the booth below you.

You were doing everything in your power to hold back the stream of moans, trying to rip their way out of you.

“What?” He smirked at you from across the table.

“Take. Me. Home.” You demanded, just barely above a whisper. “Please.”

“How are you so demanding and polite at the same time?” Sam snickered, pulling his wallet from his pocket to pay.

Sam waved down the waitress and she immediately started making her way over to your table.

“Sammy!” You whisper-yelled in a scolding tone. “Sam, I’m-“

He just flashed a sly, toothy grin in your direction.

As she approached your table, you turned your head away from her, trying to regulate your breathing and rapid heartbeat as another orgasm started to build up inside you.

“Y/N,” Sam called for your attention, gradually dulling the vibrations inside you to a stop. “Can you walk? Or should I carry you out of her-“

You were up and out of your booth before Sam was even finished talking. Your legs were carrying you towards the door in a blink, leaving Sam to play catch up behind you.”

•

As you scrambled out of Sam’s car and up to the front door, Sam was hot on your heels.

“Don’t know why you rushed up here.” Sam chuckled. You were almost sick of hearing that cocky sound come out of him. “I have the keys.”

“If you don’t open this god damn door, Samuel.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

Sam pushed the key in the door, flipping the deadbolt. “Someone’s eager.”

He barely had his key out of the door, before you were shoving passed him and kicking your heels off in the entry way.

“We’re not going upstairs yet.” Sam said and you stopped in your tracks as you reached the stairs.

“Come with me.”

You reluctantly walked back to him and took his outstretched hand and he lead you towards the door to your back porch.

“But. Samm-“

“Quiet down.” Sam’s finger pressed against your lips and he opened the door, somewhat gently pushing you out first. “I wanna smoke and you’re gonna sit right out here on my lap, so I can make sure you’re a good girl.”

A very audible whine escaped your lips as you watched Sam sit down on the bench by the window.

He pulled his phone from one pocket and his cigarettes and lighter from the other, then, patted his lap for you to sit.

“Sammy, you always smoke after sex.” You argued, sounding much like a child not getting their way.

He reached a hand out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his lap himself.

“Your point?” Sam cocked an eyebrow once you were straddled over his legs. “Tonight I wanna smoke first. You’ve stressed me out, being such a bad girl all night.”

“You’ve been teasing me all night. What did you expect??” You watched him pull a cigarette out of the little box, while you half bickered with him.

“Light it.” Sam commanded and placed it between his lips, completely ignoring what you had just said.

He held up the lighter and you snatched it out of his fingers, flicking it until the little spark of fire lit up the space between you in a soft orange glow.

Holding the cigarette to his mouth with one hand as he waited for it to light, Sam unlocked his phone with his other while you were somewhat distracted.

He clicked on the app linked to your vibrator and as soon as his cigarette was lit, he took a drag out of it and proceeded to slide his thumb over the screen.

“Sam, no- fuck no, please,” you pleaded, trying to reach for his phone.

“Huh-uh, bratty girl. You need to learn how to behave.” Sam taunted, holding his phone just out of your reach. “You can’t have everything you want, just whenever you want it.”

“But you- you always give i-it to me.” You were a whiny, stuttering mess in his lap.

“Sam- Sammy please, if you… if you keep it on, I’m gonna cum- i’m-“

“You’re absolutely not.” Sam laughed at you breathlessly, blowing the smoke from his mouth.

“You’re so… fucking horrible…” You pant, squirming for any sort of friction as the vibrations died.

“And yet I can feel you leaving a wet spot on my pants.” Sam teased. “You love this and you know it.”

“I would love it more if you would let me cum. Please, please, please!” You sounded so desperate and pathetic even to your own ears. “PLEASE, Sam?”

He took another pull from his cigarette, nonchalantly playing around with the vibrations on his phone; taking the vibrations all over the place. From high to low, back to high again just to shut them off entirely and then all the way back up to the highest setting.

“S-Sa- Fuck, oh fuck-“ You rolled your hips against his thigh, gaining some extra friction against your clit.

“Such a pretty girl I have in my lap.” He smiled up at you, watching as your head lulled back and your mouth gaped. “Kiss me.”

You brought your head back down, watching Sam take another drag of his cigarette.

You knew exactly what he was about to do.

Holding the smoke in his mouth, he leaned up and met your lips just so, blowing the smoke from his mouth to yours.

He pulled away just enough to let you blow it out, before reattaching his lips to yours for a true, heated kiss.

It went on as long as you could go, but after a minute or so, you were pulling away with a choked cry.

Sam was well acquainted with that particular sound.

“Oh, does my pretty baby doll want to cum?” He cooed, pretending as though he cared. “That’s just too bad.”

You cried out loudly yet again, not even caring if anyone was outside to possibly hear you. It was getting late anyway.

“If you…” You tried to gather yourself, fed up with his teasing, even though you earned yourself this torment. “If you won’t get me off, I’ll go do it myself.”

Sam let out a genuine laugh, amused by the absolute tantrum you were throwing.

A little endeared, too, knowing you wanted him so badly.

This only irritated you further.

You got off his lap and immediately went to the door.

You stood there goring back at him for a moment, thinking he would just cave and get up to follow you.

“Well…?” Sam smirked. “You gonna go get yourself off, then?”

With a groan, you jerked the door open and stormed back inside your shared house.

However, instead of going up to your bedroom, you made your way into the kitchen.

You weren’t actually going to get yourself off. You wanted Sam too bad to do that.

Your mind wandered off and replayed the last few hours in your head.

Maybe… Definitely… you were being a bit spoiled.

Just then, you could hear the sound of the back door closing. And after a few moments, Sam’s footsteps could be heard going up the stairs.

He was looking for you.

After a minute or two, his footsteps were heard coming back down the stairs, after having been met with an empty bedroom.

“Y/N?” He called calmly into the quiet house.

You turned on your heel, opening a cabinet to retrieve a glass and closing the door rather loudly as your response to Sam.

Sam was in the doorway of the kitchen within seconds, body leaned against the doorframe much too cooly.

“I’ll go do it myself!” He mocked your little outburst from just minutes ago.

“Shut up.” You snapped in a hushed tone, turning to the sink to fill your glass with cold water.

“What? You mean to tell me you threw that whole fit and didn’t run upstairs to finish yourself off?” Sam loaded his tone down with faux shock.

You just ignored him, lightly rolling your eyes and lifting your glass up to your mouth, slamming the water that was in it.

Sam shook his head and pushed himself away from the doorframe. He made his way over to you, slowly taking the now empty glass from your hand.

You stepped around him, leaning against the island with crossed arms.

He placed it down on the counter, letting out an amused huff by your actions.

“Are you done throwing your little tantrum now? Hmm?” Sam turned around and took barely even a whole step. His hands grabbing the edge of the counter on either side your body, trapping you in place.

You looked away from him.

He lifted one of his hands, nudging your chin with the knuckle of his finger. “C’mon…”

You jerked your face away from his touch, only to be met with his whole hand securing itself around your throat.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Sam demanded, low and serious.

You finally turned to face him and met his dark, still lust filled eyes.

He leaned down swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, pulling away the second you chased after his lips.

“You ready to get your way, you spoiled girl?”

You nodded slowly, your body surrendering to him without leaving you much of a choice.

Sam lowered his head back down, letting his lips ghost over yours. “Is that what I’ve created?” He whispered against your lips. “A spoiled girl who throws tantrums until she gets her way?”

“I… No…?” You couldn’t even lie or defend your end, you knew it was the truth.

“Y/N.” Sam gave you an incredulous look. “Admit it. You’re a spoiled girl.”

You shot him almost the exact same look he was giving you.

“Say it, Y/N.” Sam repeated himself.

“I’m… I’m a spoiled girl.” You forced yourself to say.

“Yeah, you are.” Sam finally captured your lips with his, smiling when you whimpered into his mouth.

You pulled away for air for just a second, then, hooked your arm around his neck to pull him down even closer than before.

Hoping to soften him up, you began sucking and biting at the spot just beneath his ear. You repeated the same actions as you worked your way down, leaving a pretty trail of darkening marks on his neck.

You pulled away to examine what considered beautiful little pieces of art, but then Sam’s voice - low and breathy, was floating through your ears again.

“Don’t be shy. Put some more,” Sam encouraged breathlessly. “Put some more, doll.”

You reattached your lips to his neck without a second thought.

A soft groan sent vibrations through Sam’s chest and neck and you smiled against his skin.

“Don’t get too giddy. I’m still the one in control here, doll face.” Sam let you leave a few more marks, before pulling you away.

“You want me to make you feel good now?”

You nodded, practically ready to cry at the idea of finally getting what you wanted so badly all evening.

“Turn around.” Sam commanded, guiding you with two hands firmly on your hips. “And you might wanna hold onto the counter.”

“Sammy-“

“Hush.” He cut you off, dropping to his knees behind you.

A gasp of shock fell from your lips, as felt Sam gather up the back of your dress at the hem and push it up over your ass, holding it there with one of his hands.

He hooked his other hand into your panties, working then down your legs. “Step out of these, will you, doll?”

You lifted one leg up at a time and as soon as they were off completely, Sam shoved them into his back pocket before returning his attention back to you.

“God, you’re fucking dripping.” Sam practically groaned. “Have you been like this all night? Hmm?” he taunted.

“Sam, please.” You begged, staring down at your hands that were gripping the cold, marble counter top. “That’s enough teasing.”

“Didn’t I say hush?” Sam’s hand connected roughly with your outer thigh, sending the chilling sound of the smack all throughout the kitchen. “I didn’t say it just for shits and giggles. I’m gonna make you feel good on my time and you’re gonna be patient.”

As much as you wanted to argue with him, or begging him to the point where he would question your sanity a little, you so desperately needed an orgasm at the mercy of his mouth or fingers. Or both.

“Be my good, spoiled girl… M’gonna make you cum all pretty and messy. Right here - just as soon as I’m ready.”

Sam reached back and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He unlocked it, going straight to that god forsaken app linked to the vibrator still tucked inside your dripping cunt.

“I want you dripping all over this fucking floor.”

Sliding his thumb over the screen, the vibrator whirled to life and you faintly heard the soft clatter of Sam sitting his phone on the floor beside him.

You fought to swallow down the whimper that wanted to escape you already. And you had succeeded… Until Sam hiked one of your legs onto his shoulder, positioning himself between your legs.

His tongue suddenly licked from your entrance, up to your clit and there was no holding back the sound that ripped it’s way out of you.

You clenched around the toy inside you, legs already trembling around Sam’s head as you struggled to stay standing. He let your dress drop back down, using both hands as extra support to hold you up.

“Oh, fuck- oh fuck,” You moaned, barely able to keep yourself quiet anymore, even though you were trying your best to.

Sam just hummed against you, flicking his tongue against your clit at a speed that had your head spinning.

You released the countertop as the rest of your body started to shake and you laid your upper body over the counter, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

“Oh my god…” You rolled your hips, grinding your center into Sam’s tongue.

The vibrations inside you stayed steady; that in combination with Sam’s tongue licking at your clit was mind numbing.

Sam pulled away for a split second. “Tell me how it all feels, Y/N. I wanna hear you say it yourself.”

You tried to sound as coherent as possible. “Feels- it feels so good, i-“

“What feels good?” He pried, reattaching his lips to your clit and sucking it into his mouth, emphasizing his question.

“Oh, god- fuck-“ You cried out. your legs starting to tremble around Sam’s head. “Your mouth Sammy- Your mouth and the- and the toy.”

That burning feeling that Sam had gotten you far too acquainted with over the last few hours returned, making your belly burn and tingle, as if there was actually a fire melting you from the inside out.

You almost didn’t want to tell him you were getting close, in fear of having it ripped away once again.

“Mm- keep going, Sam,” Your whimpers were like music to his ears - Though somewhat muffled by your thighs, he still found all your pretty noises utterly addictive.

“S’good! Please, please, please, keep going…”

The closer you got, the slower the movements of Sammy’s tongue became.

You were mere seconds away from falling over the edge, when he came to a completely stop and another orgasm was ripped right out of your grasp.

“Samuel!” You seethed, on the verge of fully bursting into tears.

You were quite literally dancing on the line of hysteria.

“That was just to prove how spoiled you are. Such a little whore for me.” Sam said lowly, picking up his phone and shutting off the vibratory inside you as he rose to his feet.

He gathered your dress back up and bunched it up in one hand again at your lower back. His fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you up to meet with his chest.

Sam’s lips, dampened with your wetness, ghosted the shell of your ear. “For my mouth...” His hand abandoned your hair, coming around to the front of your body and snaking down to your clit.

He just barely let his middle finger touch it. “…My fingers…”

And finally, he pressed his hips against you, his cock pushing into your lower back.

“My cock…” It came out a bit more breathy. You weren’t exactly the only one incredibly worked up. “And I always just give it all to you. Whenever you want.”

A breathy whimper fluttered out of you as you attempted to roll your hips into Sam’s finger still ghosting over your clit, taunting you.

“I know you wanna give it to me, Sammy. Please.”

“I do.” He nodded, despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “But-“

You cut him off almost immediately. “Samuel Francis, I won’t stay shoved up against this counter all night.”

“Oh, you won’t?” Sam pressed two fingers into your clit, rubbing lazy circles into it.

“N-no.” Of course your voice would betray you.

“I think you’re bluffing to get your way.” Sam practically growled into your ear.

His fingers traveled further down, slipping inside you just enough to tug the little -but powerful- vibrator out of your fluttering cunt.

“Open my phone.” He commanded, bringing the vibrator right up to rest over your clit.

With shaking hands, you picking his phone up off the counter and unlocked it.

“Mhm. Good girl,” he pressed the toy harder against you. “Now to to the app linked with this toy and turn it on.”

A ragged, burning, breath tore it’s way out of your lungs at his command.

You felt his hand release your dress and you heard the sound of his zipper being undone.

“Turn. It on.” Sam hissed. “Don’t make me say it again, doll baby.”

You slid your trembling thumb over the screen and the vibrator whirled to life against you, sending you doubling back down onto the cold counter.

Sam maneuvered his pants and boxers down with one hand, stroking himself a few times before carefully lining himself up at your entrance.

“Tell me to give it to you like the greedy girl you are.” Sam purred, just barely sinking his tip inside you.

“Give it- give it to me. I need it.” You rushed out, pushing back into him in hopes to sink him deeper. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Yeah, that’s my spoiled, baby.” In one swift thrust, Sam was filling you up completely.

After only a few slow thrusts, Sam was already dragging you towards the edge.

“Off.” Sam grunted, keeping his slow, agonizing, pace. “Turn it off.”

You had half the mind to whip around and slap him, but given your current position, your only option was words.

More stuttered. fucked out, words… That would likely have little effect on him.

“What-? What the fuck! No, I’m not turning it off.” Of course, you didn’t exactly think over the consequences of your defiance.

Sam was the one holding the toy after all.

“Okay.” Sam bit, removing the buzzing toy from your clit himself. “Listen to you. You think your demanding ass really deserve to cum?”

You let your constant stream of whimpers be his answer, fumbling with his phone to shut off the vibe like he had asked.

“Good girl. Thank you.” Sam hummed, deepening his thrusts again.

One of Sam’s hands gripped your hip, his other bringing the vibe back to your clit, making you jump.

“Sensitive little thing. I bet this pretty clit is just aching, isn’t it?”

“Fu- yes,” you choked out through your desperate moans.

“Turn it back on.” Sam gripped your hip tighter, trying to hold you still when your hips jerked against the dizzying buzz.

The vibrations were almost too much for you anymore. Sam had edged you so many times now, that it was starting to turn into a sick combination of pain and pleasure.

“I want you to ask me like a good girl to cum.” Sam told you, quickening the pace of his hips. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you, that only he could reach. “Be sweet to me and I just might let you.”

Your head was spinning and not a single coherent thought was left hardly.

All you could think of was the orgasm Sam was steering you right towards, hoping he wasn’t going to rip it away from you again.

“I can’t- i… fuck, Sammy,” You dropped his phone against the counter, panting and moaning his name and whatever swears that first came to mind.

“You better figure it out, princess.” Sam warned, groaning rather loudly as you fluttered around him. “Ask me nicely to make you cum. All sweet and pretty.”

“, Sammy, please. I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging-“ The words flew out of your mouth so fast, they were barely even understandable. “Please. Please, let me cum, baby. Please!”

“Turn the vibrator up a little.” Sam ordered, voice much softer than before. “Wanna see how hard you can cum for me, princess.”

You picked his phone back up, unlocking it once again and dragging your finger up the screen.

“Oh, my fucking- god, Sam!” You cried out, reaching down and grabbing Sam’s wrist.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to pry the vibrator away, or press it harder against your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Go ahead and cum for me,” Sam angled his hips just so, relentlessly pounding into the spot he knew would send you spiraling. “Make a mess all over my cock, spoiled girl.”

Your jaw fell slack and your eyes squeezed shut. Your body froze and all your previous noises fell silent, as if your body was short circuiting from the immense pleasure cursing through your body.

A glass-breaking sound erupted from your lungs suddenly as your high took over.

Even Sam was a bit stunned by the sudden outburst; he had never heard a sound quite like that come out of you.

Yet, it still served to drag him even closer to his own high.

“Come on, princess. Come on,” Sam coaxed, trying to keep his pace despite how much your hips were writhing. “I got you. Just let it all go... Give it to me.”

That white hot coil in your belly exploded abruptly, making your eyes roll back and squeeze shut.

Your body couldn’t even move anymore. All your muscles tensed up, unwilling to relax until your orgasm passed.

Sam was mere seconds behind you. The feeling of you clenching around him - basically trapping him inside you as you continued to flutter around him, was his final straw.

He spilled inside of you, too caught up in his own high to even realize a soaking combination of you both covering you both.

As you both came down, Sam pulled the vibe away and carefully leaned over you to grab his phone and turn it off.

“Fuck me…” Sam muttered breathlessly, slightly gasping to refill his lungs with air. “I think… fuck-“

You heard him, but your brain was too clouded to even fully comprehend what he was trying to say.

“Baby, did you… Did…?” He gently lifted your dress up, eyes immediately noticing the stream of juices running down not only your thigh, but his own also. Wet splotches scattered over the thin, black material of his pants that he didn’t even take all the way off.

You took a couple deep breaths, taking in the way your body felt as though it was buzzing. The fogginess of your brain, the wetness coating your legs… the marble against your skin that was once cool to the touch, but had been warmed beneath your blazing skin.

“Did I… did i what?” You asked slowly as you turned around to face him.

“Baby, I think I made you squirt...” Sam said in complete astonishment. “Holy fuck… i… holy fuck.”

The softest giggle fluttered out of you at Sam’s state of shock.

“That was… wow. My body feels so weird, but good.”

“I think I just need to take these off.” Sam huffed a soft laugh, bending down to remove his pants and boxers the rest of the way. “And I need to get you cleaned up, too.”

He tossed his clothes over his shoulder and then picked you up in his arms, carrying you up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“Get undressed, doll.” Sam ordered gently. “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Us.” You corrected him and he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom.

“You’re gonna run us a bath.”

“Is his your way of getting round two out of me?” Sam questioned seriously, making his way into the bathroom. “Cause it’s working!”

“You’re out of your mind, Samuel!” You yelled back, practically becoming lightheaded at the thought of having another orgasm.

You heard Sam turn on the water as you began prying your dress off your body, finally ridding yourself of it with an exhausted huff, just as Sam walked back into your bedroom.

“I make you squirt one time and now you’re down for the count?” Sam teased. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to work on that.”

“I am not down for the count!” You protested.

“Oh?” Sam stalked towards your slowly, almost taunting you. “Then come here.”

“Okay, okay!” You out your hands out in front of your bare body. “Wait wait wait!”

Sam lunged at you, grabbing you and pulling you right into his body.

He wrapping both arms around you, pressing a few quick kisses to the side of your face.

“Maybe another day, babe. I’ve put you through enough tonight.”

“More than enough.” You faked an annoyed tone.

“Shut up. You loved all of it.” Sam rolled his eyes, carefully walking the two of you a few steps backwards towards the bathroom before he let go of you.

“Now come on, spoiled girl, before you keep distracting me and the bathtub overflows.”

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Distracted (part one)

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: Danny has been distracted ever since you joined the touring crew and it's starting to cause issues. How will he fix it?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, blood, Rose Kiszka

Author's Note: It's been a minute since I posted anything I've written. I apologize if it feels all over the place or not up to par. I'm trying to become less of a perfectionist! As always, enjoy and feel free to send me feedback, comments, or suggestions <3

Also, I got a bit carried away in the details and accidentally kept writing. I'm slow, ok? BUT I wanted to post something tonight before I lose my momentum. SO, I'll post a more in the days to come! Sorry to tease.

An echoed clap brought Danny back to earth. His gaze left the back of your head to find his frustrated bandmates.

“Daniel. He asked if that would work,” Jake repeated impatiently. Sitting up straight and repositioning himself on his stool, Danny tried to make it seem as though he hadn’t just been drifting off… but it was no use. He could see the warning in Sam’s face. Don’t bother.

“Sorry. One more time?” Danny asked rubbing his hands on his thighs and clearing his throat.

Josh repeated, “I asked if you could pull back a bit on the cymbals for that one section of Jake’s solo. I want to save it for-” 

Danny mentally caught back up to the conversation - “Yeah yeah yeah, no. I can do that. Sorry.” You turned from your spot on the side stage where you'd been taping up some wires to eavesdrop a bit on the conversation. Just as you looked to Danny's spot, his eyes, aimed in your direction, darted back to find his drumsticks. Feeling caught, you scurried off backstage.

“Alright," Josh looked around to the other guys. "Let’s go back to the start of the second chorus.” He made a mental note to check in with Danny after rehearsal. It wasn’t like him to zone out like that.

But, then again, it also wasn’t like Danny to have his mind on you.

--*--

Ever since you’d joined the production crew as an assistant, Danny seemed distracted. At first, you thought it was that he was just incredibly shy. It seemed like he'd avoid walking in your path backstage. He barely managed a quick hello and smile in the hallway. He even struggled keeping eye contact the few times you had to pull him aside for a conversation regarding his schedule. It was intimidating enough joining an already closely-knit team. So, to have one of the band members seem off-put by your presence was unnerving. You'd talked to the production manager about it, finding her to be a good confidant and mentor in the few months you'd been working with them. When you voiced your concern about Danny, she only chuckled.

"Oh please, Y/N. Do not let him worry you. I'm serious. He's just a shy guy," she promised. "Give it a few more weeks and I'm sure you'll be just fine with him."

You gave it a few weeks. And a few more for good measure. Still, you didn't seem to be getting anywhere. You chalked it up to him simply being a reserved person and tried to let it go. But it still nagged at you from time to time.

Were you too bossy? Did he think you were annoying? Maybe your tone was off? After all, many men don't like being told what to do, especially by a woman. And especially when they're famous and rich and perhaps self-important. But he didn't seem like that type...

The questions stirred round and round in your mind until one night it all came tumbling out to Sammy. Ever the entertainer, he'd been quick to embrace you into the Greta-family. He made you feel like you'd been friends for a thousand years, and it was a welcome relief. With a lot of the tour crew being older, you didn't have many people your age on the road. There was something about Sam that set you at ease and made your guard come down.

So, slightly tipsy and burning with curiosity, you broached the subject with him one night. With a free night off in whatever random ass city you were in that week, a few of you had taken refuge in the warmth of a bar.

"Just, be honest," you prepared him, your arm reaching to grab his elbow just to let him know how serious you were. "Does he hate me?" Over the rim of his glass, you could see Sammy's eyebrows knit together. After a heavy swallow, he replied, bewildered.

"... Who?"

"Danny!" You leaned onto the bar-top with your head resting in your right hand, scared to look into Sammy's eyes lest he give you the answer you've been dreading.

"Wagner?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Sammy. Stop. Obviously that's who I'm talking about," you replied, exasperated.

"Okay well it wasn't obvious to me! Hates you?" He had fully shoved his pint aside and turned to face you directly. "Why the fuck would you think that? What could've made him hate you? Of course he doesn't." He still looked surprised by your question, but your heart rate calmed a little bit at his reply.

Sammy's shock made you feel a bit shy. Were you being too self-conscious? Over-thinking? You pressed on. "I don't know. I just feel like he hasn't been as, like... friendly with me?"

"Listen. Y/N. Love. He absolutely doesn't hate you. That's kinda just... how he is? It takes him a minute to warm up to people. He's always been like that," he reassured you with a pat to your knee.

"A minute? Sammy it's been like two months."

"Damn. Has it really? Wait so you got here..." He seemed to go off into his head to calculate just how long you'd been working for them, fingers tracing a map of their tour and eyebrows knit to do the math.

You huffed a frustrated groan before sinking even lower onto the bar-top. Recognizing your distress, Sam stopped himself.

"I promise he doesn't hate you. Okay? I'm his best friend. He would've told me if he did."

You peeked back up at him. "Really?"

"Yes. Really. I mean he fucking despises Todd. And he's not a huge fan of Valerie. Trust me. If he disliked you, he would've told me by now," he shrugged.

Though you weren't fully convinced, Sam had said enough to quell your anxieties for the night. And, even if Danny didn't like you, what did it matter? Tour would be over in two more months anyway and you'd never have to see him again.

--*--

The next afternoon, the guys had arrived at the arena and set up shop in the dressing room. It was one of the few spots, besides the stage and their bunks, where they felt most at-home while away. It was a place that had some form of consistency. The same patterned area rug was always bound to be on the floor. The same snacks and drinks were provided in each location. And, most importantly, the same brothers inhabited it.

After sound-checking and snooping around catering to see what was for lunch, the guys split to do their various pre-show tasks. For Jake, that meant checking in with his guitar tech to go over some technicalities. For Josh, it meant finding a quiet spot to do some journaling. But for Danny and Sammy, it meant playtime with Rose.

Sam had been trying to teach her a command to find her dog bed and stay there, but she wasn't cooperating as well as he'd hoped. So, Danny decided to step in. He was no dog-whisperer, but he liked to consider himself to be Rose's fun-uncle. Surely she'd listen to him, right?

"No. No! Rose not the- Fuck." In his attempt to get her to spin, the table filled with glass bottles of kombucha toppled onto the floor. Immediately Danny was rushing over to the sink to grab paper towels. Sammy was guiding Rose away from the mess so her paws didn't get cut with any of the glass. She was oblivious to her mistake, still smiling and drooling, waiting for a treat.

Having heard the crash from the production office next-door, you came into the room to see what mess you'd inevitably have to clean up.

"Is everybody oka- oh," you stopped in your tracks.

"Yeah..." Sammy winced, rubbing the back of his neck. Danny's head snapped up from his spot on the floor to see you standing in the doorway. His breath hitched, just for a quick moment. It was barely noticeable, but you saw it in the way his jaw clenched at your arrival.

He spoke up, "I think I've got it. There must be more paper towels under the sink right Sam?" He'd barely even looked up at you.

"No, absolutely not." You dropped the box you'd been carrying on the bench by the door and made your way over to Danny. You almost grabbed him by the shoulders in an effort to usher him over to the couch, but thought twice of it. "What I'm seeing right now is the drummer trying to handle a shit ton of broken glass. With his hands. On show day. That's a no-go from me." If you hadn't already been annoyed by his seemingly rude disregard, you were pissed at his lack of judgement.

"Y/N I swear it's fine. You don't need to-"

"It's my job to make sure these kinds of things are taken care of. Really." Arms crossed, you weren't backing down.

With a sigh, he retreated and tossed the wet towels he'd used in the trash can. Once you gathered the necessary materials to get it cleaned up, you told the guys it would only be a few minutes before they could have the space to themselves again. Danny hesitantly moved over to the couch where Sam was holding back Rose. As you worked, they started to chat about something you didn't really follow. But, only a couple minutes in, Rose escaped Sammy's grasp and ran over to investigate the mess she'd made.

You went to fend her off when your hand suddenly collided with Danny's forearm. He jumped over to wrangle her back, but not without a fight from the pup. He was a little sweaty, but soft, and, wait- why were you thinking about how soft his freckled arm was...? In reaching for her collar, his thigh pressed into your shoulder from where you knelt, and you instantly felt hot. Like, physically warm. He managed to drag her back over to the couch where Sam leashed her and guided her outside.

"I think it's time my Rosie took a pee break... huh, Rose? My good girl..." he said in his dog-dad voice, leaving just you and Danny in the room rolling your eyes. "'Good girl' my ass," you both thought.

"Sorry about that," he mumbled with a shy smile. Oh. So he can speak to you...

"Oh. Yeah no, don't worry. Thanks for helping. She'd kinda wild," you admitted, dumping the last shards of glass into the trash bin.

"I think Sam is kinda oblivious to how much havoc she wreaks. But it is kinda nice having a dog around, you know?" he wrung out his hands and watched you move to the sink to wash up.

"He absolutely is. It's kinda cute though- shit!" A tiny bit of glass had snuck its way between your fingers and cut your middle finger as you washed your hands.

Danny's head cocked to the side as he tried to see what made you curse. Meanwhile, you ducked down below the sink to see if there was any sort of first aid kit.

"Danny, can you go see if Todd has any bandaids around?" You chuckled a bit internally with your new secret knowledge that Danny didn't like Todd.

"Dammit. Y/N, did you cut yourself?" he sat up immediately making his way over to your side. You put your finger back under the stream of the water to wash away the bits of blood that were starting to pool on your skin.

"Yes, but it's no big deal. I promise. Ask him for me?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right back," he nodded quickly and set off next door. When he returned he came with options.

"Blue race cars, or basic tan?" He held up your two band-aid options.

"Oh. Race cars for sure," you smirked. Your unharmed hand went to go reach for it, but Danny had already turned away. He ripped off a towel from the dispenser and waited for you to take your hand out from under the water.

"Thank you! I got it from here," you said reaching for the towel. He yanked it back.

"Nope. You wouldn't let me clean the mess I made and now you're bleeding for it. At least let me help you out."

Since when was he being so friendly to you? You decided to embrace it while you could and banter along. Progress.

"The mess you made? I'm pretty sure it was Rose who threw herself into the table..."

"You know what I mean! Hand it over," he insisted, holding his hand out for you to place yours in. "No pun intended," he jested. You didn't realize how fluttery your tummy was until your damp palm was in his and he was wiping off each finger for you. It was weirdly intimate for someone you'd barely spoken to. To distract yourself from the strange gesture, you prodded him.

"I told you so."

"Told me what?" he asked, genuinely curious, as he started unwrapping the band-aid with care. You couldn't help but stop to notice how his slender fingers moved so gracefully. They were somehow, pretty? And his big hands...

"... told me what?" he repeated, peeking up to your face with concern. You breathed in, finally remembering that he'd asked you a question.

"This is exactly why I didn't want you cleaning it up. You'd be the one with a cut on your hand."

"Better me than you," he frowned.

"Uhhh, no. Thousands of adoring fans are depending on your hands. And your brothers. I'm just saying. Told ya."

"Ha! Y/N, I've played through a lot more than a tiny little cut" he responded. "I'm talking like, horrendous gashes and blisters. Oozing, gushing, nasty-"

"Ah! Ok, ok! I get it. Gross," you cut him off, not wanting to hear any more details.

"Just saying," he said with his eyebrows raised, "I know your job is to take care of us or whatever, but I'm more capable than you think." He finished securing the bandage over your finger and let you know by giving the top of your hand a tap. Inspecting his work, you let your left hand graze over the spot before displaying his work for him. You flipped him off, race car band-aid proudly displayed in the air before him.

"Thanks, Danny. Looks great," you admitted.

"Anytime, Y/N. Now you can flip people off with some pizzazz." He wiggled his fingers and shot you a dazzling little smile to which you could feel yourself blush.

Maybe this was this stupid kombucha-induced injury was just what you needed to kick off a friendship with Danny...

(to be continued)

[alwysthre]

Reasons to Hope (part one)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader

Summary: On a walk in the woods, Sam and Rose encounter someone in need of a friend.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, angry boss, toxic boyfriend, cheating, Rose Kiszka

Author's Note: I couldn't stop thinking about Dog Dad Sammy. Oops. I also am impatient so here is part one.

You'd had it. The week's heartache had finally caught up to you, and you needed to just get out. The office could feel so constricting, and the break room was certainly not where you wanted to spend your hour on lunch break. So, you headed for the woods.

You were lucky that your building was right next to a public recreation area. Skyneck Woods had all sorts of walking trails, fields, benches, playgrounds, and paths to enjoy. Here, it was almost as if the stressors of your job, your family, and your broken relationship couldn't reach you. Here, there were no deadlines, no tensions, and no checklists.

You grabbed a snack from your bag and set off onto one of the many trails. The further you went into the woods, the less you could hear the cars on the main road, the kids on the playground, and the static frustration in your head. It was a silent retreat, and for that you were grateful. After the reaming you'd just received from your boss, you needed silence. He'd been patient with you all week, but, when you forgot to place an important order, he had to lay it on you. And so, here you were. Boots in the dirt, heading for God-knows-where.

--*--

After the weekend you had with your long-distance boyfriend, you had admittedly been useless at the office. Apparently, it wasn't good enough for him to plan for a relaxed weekend in. He had insisted on going out when all you wanted to do was spend time on the couch watching Bachelor and eating Chinese. Just like you used to at home. You explained how exhausted you were, how you missed just getting to hold him, but he wasn't having it.

"God. Honestly, Y/N! It's like we never do shit anymore. I don't want to watch your stupid fucking show. And when was the last time we even fucked? Like-"

"Don, please-"

"I only see you every other weekend and it's like every time I do, you wanna play fucking house. I'm tired of spending my hard-earned money and time to drive all the way here just for this," he motioned to the living room, "and some mediocre head."

You weren't sure what compelled him to say such a stinging remark. But you knew exactly why your hand went up to slap him across the face. His hand caught your wrist, though, just before you could make contact and slap some decency into the man who was supposed to love you.

"Nice try. I'm out. If you need me I'll be at O'Leary's. Who knows? Maybe finding myself a lady willing to put out for once," he said as he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in the apartment.

He'd been becoming more and more of a dick these past few months. Even his name was dick-ish. Donovan. Who the fuck named their kid Donovan? Worse, who thought it would be a good idea to date a guy named Donovan? You, apparently. It wasn't the first time he'd thrown a tantrum over something like this. Once you moved to Nashville while he stayed in St. Louis, things had started to change. He got angrier. Impatient. It was like the boy you fell in love with in college had morphed into someone you didn't know. Long gone were his sweet gestures and gentle caresses. No more were the "good morning" texts and the random flowers.

Not having the energy to cry when he left, you simply fell back onto the couch. You reached for your phone to check the time when you realized Donovan had left his by the pillow next to you. You hadn't meant to even look, but a notification caught your eye. A message.

Katie (8 min ago): You think so, baby? I'd say you were just as good.

Baby? Who the hell was calling him baby? Who was Katie? Oh, now this was something. Just as you were getting ready to helplessly text your best friend, Donovan came crashing through the front door once again.

"Fucking forgot my-"

"Who the fuck is Katie?" you interrupted. You stood up from your spot on the couch and marched over to the door, where he still stood in its frame. The instant look of shock on his face told you everything you needed to know. But he still played the game.

"Katie? Katie who? What are you-"

"Shut the fuck up. Katie." You threw the phone towards him and it clanged onto the vinyl floor. "Hmm?" You crossed your arms and waited, mostly so that you wouldn't ball your fists in his direction.

"Babe I don't know what you're trying to say here. Katie is on my sales team. We-"

"Your sales teammate calls you 'baby' now? That's fucking rich."

"I don't know what you want me to say. I don't even know her that well, like, she- Actually, no. No. I'm not going to explain myself to you. I haven't done whatever you're thinking. And fuck you for doubting me, Y/N." He with a final huff, he shoved the phone pointedly in his pocket, shut the door, and left.

Needless to say, your weekend ended with more screaming matches, a half-assed excuse, a confrontation with this Katie, and a bitter goodbye. Donovan was gone. You were finished. Though you knew it was a long time coming, and probably for the better, it still hurt. It still made you question what you could've done wrong. Why you weren't enough. What Katie had that you didn't.

--*--

With the events of this weekend replaying through your mind, you found a spot to sit some half-mile or so onto the path. Nobody was around, and it was midday, so you figured it was a good a time as any to let the dam welling in your chest break. Criss-crossed on the log, you let your head fall into your hands and wept.

You wept for the old you. The one who dreamed of a life with Donovan. Who imagined 3 little mini-you's running around a fenced-in yard while the two of you held hands.

You wept for the current you. The one who was hurting and betrayed and broken and helpless. Who couldn't seem to catch a break.

And you wept for the future you. The one who you didn't know yet. You prayed she was happy. You wished she was successful, and loved, and cherished. All the things you weren't.

It was a relief to be able to get it out. The pain you'd been holding in all week was too much to carry in silence. So, you didn't hold back. You allowed the sobs to come from deep within your chest, emptying out the caverns of your broken heart into nature. You remained like that until you thought you had no water left in your body to cry out.

Then, a shuffle of leaves caught your attention. You figured it was a squirrel or some critter just pattering around. But soon, the rustles got louder and closer, until finally you saw a dog skipping right towards you. Now, this would have been a welcome surprise if it weren't for the reality that the presence of a dog meant the presence of a human somewhere nearby.

"Rose! Rose Bud Kiszka," someone yelled, feigning severity. "Get back here- I have treats!" you heard a man calling down the path. You stood up to try and start walking away, but she was too quick. The dog had jumped into your lap and you were twisting and bending to keep her from licking right into your face. Her muddy paws were soiling your work pants with dirt and you tried to get her down, but it was no use.

"Rose! Shit. I'm so sorry-" Her owner had finally caught up. "Rose no!"

You managed to pull your face away from her excited sniffs to reply, "No, it's fine! Don't- oh!" Just as you spoke, she licked right into your mouth. Not the worst thing in the world, but definitely a little gross.

He wrangled her back by her harness and attached her to the end of the leash. "I'm so sorry. Seriously. I kinda assumed nobody would be out here so I let her off..."

You finally had a moment to look up at Rose's owner as he rambled on and- oh. He was... yeah. Your brain took a stalled out for a second taking in the attractive man before you when he spoke again.

"Are you- oh my God. I'm so sorry she made you upset. Did she hurt you? She's usually not-" He seemed overly apologetic. You realized, then, that your face was probably puffy, red, and dreary from the cry you just had. Snot was likely gathering somewhere on your face, and you clearly looked rough. And the poor guy thought it was because of his dog.

"No! Please. Don't apologize. I was just- it wasn't her! Promise." You gave him a small smile and beckoned for Rose to come towards you again, proving your point. He slowly led her over to your side again, though slightly more calm.

"What kind of dog is she?" you asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible from your emotional display.

"She's mainly a pit, but with bits of terrier and boxer mixed in. My little mutt girl. Aren't you, my Rosie?" he smooshed the top of her head with his hand and slipped into his doggie voice, causing you to chuckle. Cute.

"Aren't you just precious!" you agreed. "And how old?" By this point, she'd made herself comfortable sitting between your legs while her owner stood facing you.

"She just turned one year, actually. Still a pup!"

"Well she's lovely..."

You continued to pat her head as she sat in a glorious bliss. Clearly, she loved the attention.

"I'm Sam by the way," he smiled. "Mostly Polish with a bit of German and French mixed in. 24 years old." Oh. So he was funny too? And his teeth were perfect..

"Nice to meet you Sam. I'm Y/N." You stood up, wiping your now-dirty pants down, much to Rose's dismay. So, you reached down to satisfy her need for pats at all times. Sam quirked up an eyebrow, still hung up on the way that he'd found you.

"Are you sure you're okay...?" he pressed.

"Yeah! No. Sorry, I'm fine. Just... long day." You went to smooth your hair back, only to realize it had half-fallen out of place. Great.

"I get it. More than you know, unfortunately."

You rocked back and forth on your heels, feeling a little awkward, before deciding to put the man out of his presumed misery.

"Well, Sam, Rose. I hope you have a good walk! It's a beautiful day for it."

"Oh we will! But I'm not quite sure she's gonna want to move on," he suggested, looking down at Rose. "You might just have to join us."

"Don't let me ruin your walk! I was just gonna head back actually..." You looked down see Rose's snout exploring your left jacket pocket. Ah, yes. The snack you'd brought and neglected to eat. She found it.

"I don't know! I think she likes you too much. Walk with us? Just for a bit and then we'll see you off?" he insisted. You considered it for a moment before giving in. This Sam and his eyes were just too sweet to say no to.

"Alright then."

The three of you set off down the path together. Sam asked you a bit about yourself, your work, where you're from and what you're doing in Nashville now.

"It's a great city. Really. I've only been here a few years, but it already feels more like home than home ever was," he explained.

"Home?"

"Michigan. A random German town with a lot of Christmas decorations. And world famous chicken!"

"World-famous, you say?" You kicked up some rocks as you went, attempting to distract yourself from staring at his slender fingers on Rose's leash.

"That is exactly what I said. But I never said it was any good..." he peeked over at you with a sly smile.

You laughed nearly the whole walk and were amazed at his ability to set you, a total stranger, at ease. Conversation seemed to flow so easily. He spoke about his brothers and his sister. He asked for your thoughts on the Space Force and whether you think that we really landed on the moon or not. And the way he said things was so casual, yet elegant. He spoke of the beauty in the mundane things in life. He pointed out the colors on the trees as you passed by a particularly beautiful section of the woods. Sam mentioned that he was a big jazz guy and played music with his brothers, much to his father's pride. He stopped plenty of times to give Rose some love. By the time you neared the end of the path, finishing almost a two mile loop, it was hard to believe you'd only just met. As cliche as it sounded, it felt even more so.

"Thanks for convincing me to tag along. I needed that little break," you admitted. He only gave a shrug in response, as if to say I told you so. Looking at the time on your phone, you realized you only had a few more minutes to get back to the office. "Shit. I gotta run, though. My boss will literally kill me if I come back late."

"Okay, okay. At least text me when you get back? Just so I know you're alive?" He snuck the phone out of your hands and shot himself a message.

You: Sam Kiszka. Weird guy from the woods.

"I will." You gave goodbye pets to Rose before scurrying as fast as you could towards the office and back to your desk. Settling in, you tried to look as unfazed as possible in front of your boss. Then, your phone dinged.

Maybe: Sam: Alive?

You smiled to yourself.

You: Yes! THANK GOD.

You quickly saved his number into your contacts.

Sam Kiszka 🐶: Glad to hear it. Drinks later? If you're not busy.

You: I'd love to. You pick where!

You had big plans with your couch that night, but you were she'd understand.

Sam Kiszka 🐶: O'Leary's, then. 8?

You: See ya then :)

(to be continued)

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Birthday Boy

Alternate Y/N version (literally the same story, different name).

MINORS DNI

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Words: 10.6k

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Language, dirty talk, breeding kink, flirting, domesticity, possessive themes, sir kink, begging, unprotected sex

Rated: Explicit

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this just brought me to tears. i am so glad this lil fic means so much to you. thank you so much for loving it

it’s okay not to be okay | j.m.k.

summary: after a long and stressful day at work, josh decides to take care of you.

word count: 1447

warnings: none

author’s note: had a bit of a road block and wanted to get this out sooner but, life happens! i have more writings coming up in the next few weeks and i think i want to have a weekend schedule, but we’ll see. if you have any requests send them here <3 and as always, feedback is appreciated and enjoy! 

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a helping hand | d.r.w.

summary: coming home after a night out, danny helps you get ready for bed.

word count: 1076

warnings: none

authors note: first week of my promised weekend schedule has bee fulfilled! this gave me a chance to work on this quick piece and some of my others writings during the week without stressing on posting. if you have any requests send them here <3 as always, feedback is appreciated and please enjoy! 

“Darlin’, you’ll regret this in the morning.”

All you can do is groan in response, flopping your body onto the bed. You knew he was right, because of course he was, but your drunken induced mind told you otherwise. You tell yourself you’ll deal with it later. You’ll be fine.

(Spoiler alert: you will not be fine.)

“But I’m tired.” You whine.

Danny huffs out a laugh at your expense and you feel his fingers wrap around your ankle, giving it a gentle squeeze. You lift your head up to stare at him, your lips jutting out in an over exaggerated pout. Danny gives you one right back.

“And I don’t care. You’ll blame me in the morning for it and truth be told, I don’t want to deal with that.”

With another groan, you toss your head back against the bed and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Daniel.” You sigh out. “I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”

He tuts quietly at your sigh but doesn’t say much in response. The two of you sit in silence after that, his fingers that were wrapped around your ankle gently caressing your skin. You hum softly to yourself, basking in the feeling. It almost lulled you to sleep, almost, and the alcohol coursing through your veins making it extremely difficult to keep your eyes open. You feel him pull at your ankle again and you open one eye at him.

“I’ll do it for you.” He finally says, voice soft as ever. You open both your eyes now, slowly sitting up. “Come on.”

You loved when Danny offered to take care of you, although it was never often. Not because he never offered, but solely because you usually did it on your own. You’d say you were pretty independent, but sometimes you just needed him. You wordlessly reach out for him, the exhaustion catching up to your mouth. You don’t think you could form a proper sentence now. He hauls you up from the bed and playfully swats at your butt, gently nudging you towards your shared bathroom.

You shuffle your way in there, Danny close behind, and climb onto your bathroom counter, letting your legs dangle off the sides. Danny moves around the room easily, grabbing the proper items that was needed: a wash cloth, some makeup remover and face wash, and a fresh towel. He moves in between your legs easily and by instinct you wrap yourself around him, accidentally bringing him closer.

You flush at Danny’s knowing smirk as he applies some of the makeup remover onto his hands, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Cute. Eyes closed, baby.”

You do as you’re told and let Danny work his magic, feeling his hands rub over your face gently to work off your makeup from the night. He does his best to be gentle, especially around your eyes, whispering out a quiet sorry baby when some of the product gets into your eyes. You don’t complain though, instead reach our blindly to tap at his side in a way of thanks. You feel his hands remove themselves from your face and he reaches around you.

“Keep your eyes closed for me.”

The next thing you feel is the damp wash cloth against your skin and it makes you jump. You don’t miss the laugh Danny lets out.

“My bad, honey. Should’ve warned you.”

You don’t respond, instead you reach out to pinch his hip instead of tap him, lips jutting out into another pout. You can’t see him but you know his smiling, probably giggling to himself as he wipes your face off with the wash cloth.

It doesn’t take him too much longer until he’s saying, “Do you think you can wash your face for me, baby?”

You think it over and open your eyes, giving him a tiny nod. You think you can manage to do that, albeit being exhausted. He takes a step away from you so you can jump off the counter and turn towards the sink, reaching for your face wash he had gotten out for you. You take a solid 30 seconds to finish up and you meet his gaze in the mirror once you’ve finished drying off, giving him another pout.

“Can we go to bed now?”

The smile that he gives you makes your stomach flip, even in your exhausted daze, and he nods, leaning forward to press a kiss against your shoulder.

“Of course. After you change your clothes, though.”

You think you let out the loudest groan of your life, head tilting back dramatically.

“I think I’m seconds away from kicking you out of the bedroom, Wagner.”

He drags you back into the bedroom and goes over to your shared closet, pulling out one of your sleep shirts (which, coincidentally, was one of his shirts he had thought he lost once upon a time) and a pair of sleep shorts.

“You’d never kick me out.” He tosses the clothes to you before stripping out of his own, searching for something to sleep in.

“Wanna bet?” You grumble sleepily, lazily pulling off your clothes and tossing then somewhere on the floor, pulling your (his) shirt over your head. “If it weren’t for you I’d be peacefully sleeping, somewhere off in dreamland.”

He snorts. “And then you’d wake up tomorrow and get mad at me for not making you take your makeup off and for not making you change out of your clothes.” He turns to give you a knowing look, lips tugging into a smirk. “I know how this works, baby, don’t test me.”

You only grumble incoherent words in response as you crawl onto the bed, trying to hide your flushed cheeks from him. He’s not too far behind you, turning off the lights before crawling into bed beside you. You can barely keep your eyes open again, the softness of your blankets finally engulfing you. Danny pulls you into him, letting you rest against his chest and you hum in content.

“Thank you for taking my makeup off, baby.” You mumble, despite having just argued with him just minutes prior. “I know morning me will seriously appreciate it.”

“Anything for you, darlin’.” He presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head and pulls you closer to him, “I love you.”

You mumble out your own I love you before you’re pulled into sleep, pressed up against your caring boy.

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Bet I Can

Danny Wagner x reader

18+ so minors SCRAM!!!

Content Warnings: sexual content, squirting, slight overstimulation, fingering (f rec.), oral (f rec.), dirty talk, cheeky Danny… I think thats it.

A/n: From a wonderful ask about Danny making reader ~squirt~ for the first time. Couldn’t get the idea out of my head so I stayed up writing this little delicious blurb.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Have you ever squirted before?”

The question was completely random. Danny and you had retired for the night, both of you indulged in your own books in the comfortable silence of your shared bedroom.

You were beginning to grow tired, thinking about finding a stopping point for the night, that was until he hit you with that bomb of a question.

You peered at him from the corner of your eye, only to see that all of his attention was directly on you, his book shut and in his lap.

“Geez, what are you reading over there,” you tried laughing it off.

“Brave New World, Aldous Huxley.”

“Funny, I must have skipped the chapter on squirting.”

Your eyes had found your own book again, flipping the page over listlessly, although you were no longer actually reading, just hoping that if you ignored the topic, he’d drop it.

You weren’t uncomfortable by any means, this was your boyfriend after all. But this was a conversation you weren’t sure how to navigate, you didn’t know what answer he was expecting, or what his reaction would be.

“Haha, very funny,” his tone was unamused yet still playful. He sat his book on the nightstand before rolling over on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his, those same eyes that made you fall for him many months ago.

“I’m serious, have you?”

You closed your own book now, leaving your finger tucked between pages so you wouldn’t lose your place before looking down at him with a teasing glare.

“What makes you ask?”

His long fingers began playing with the tattered bottom of your DIY crop top as he gave an indifferent shrug.

“I was just thinking about how I love watching you cum. Not just the faces you make, although that’s wonderful too,” his lips placed a delicate kiss on your stomach, “but the way you drip, and leak, all over me, it’s so beautiful y/n.”

Okay, he had your attention now. This was slightly out of character for your Daniel. Sure, when it came to sex he knew exactly what to do and how to do it, but he’d never been so forward with something so crass before, especially out of the blue. It turned you on to a significant degree, but you wouldn’t let him know that just yet.

Mimicking his earlier action, you turned and sat your book on your respective nightstand as he continued to talk.

“And I was just thinking how incredibly sexy it would be to see you squirt, to feel it.” 

He kissed your stomach again, only this time he allowed his tongue to make an appearance, gliding it along your skin slowly until he sealed it over with a peck on your belly button.

You lifted your hand to rub in his scalp, hair still slightly damp from the shower he’d taken only an hour ago.

“So I’m guessing you weren’t really over there reading then?”, you joked, and he looked up at you with the eyes of a toddler who had been caught red handed.

You giggled, “what’s gotten into you tonight, Daniel? I hardly recognize the man that lays with me.”

His eyes rolled, though he wasn’t annoyed at all, and he sat up to look you directly in the eyes.

“Come on, doll, why are you avoiding the question? You don’t have to be shy, it’s just me.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest, ducking your face between them to hide the blush that began to spread over your face.

Slowly, you shook your head.

“No?”, he clarified leaning closer to you by just an inch.

“No,” you finally spoke up, only it was muffled by your legs that you refused to move away from your face.

Danny reached up and tenderly pulled your legs back down, letting his thumb skate over them. 

As you looked into his eyes, you felt foolish for being so embarrassed about the conversation. This was Daniel Wagner, your gentle giant, no matter how lewd he was at the moment, you had absolutely no reason to be scared.

“No I haven’t,” you spoke up a little louder, straightening your back a bit, “I don’t even know if I can.”

“What makes you think that?”, he asked genuinely, his hands still stroking along your skin.

You trembled as you inhaled, the heat in the room and in your own body beginning to grow more and more by the second. 

“I- I just…” you thought on it for a moment, “I don’t think that my body could…”

A breathy moan floated out of you as he began to nibble at your earlobe, his warm breath dancing across the expanse of your neck.

“See that’s where we differ, y/n. Because I think it could. I think I could make you.”

This was a version of Danny you could definitely get used to. Confident. Almost demanding, but still just sweet enough. It had you unraveling, already beginning to pool in your underwear (which weren’t the sexiest, simple black cotton bikinis, but you weren’t expecting this tonight.)

“Yeah?”, you shuddered out the question as he maneuvered you onto your back.

He hovered over you, his long coils framing your face and a love struck smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah, I do.”

His long fingers began rubbing you through the fabric of your panties, eyebrows shooting up slightly at the discovery of how wet you already were.

And God, were his eyes striking when they found yours again, 4 shades darker and shimmering with mischief.

You whined rather pathetically and ground your body down onto his fingers, chasing more friction than what he was giving you, and that cheeky bastard loved it.

“You want me to show you, doll? Show you how I can make this pussy really cry?”

Truthfully, he could’ve done that just by continuing talking the way he was, you were sure of it, but right now, you needed to feel something, anything from him.

“Show me, Danny,” you nodded, completely giving your body over to him to do as he pleased.

He sat up on his knees, palming his semi hard erection through his sweats with a low groan, one that shot another wave of heat straight to your cunt.

“How do you want it baby? With my fingers? My mouth?”, he gripped his member a little tighter, “my cock?”

You were staring up at him like he was some sort of ethereal being, because in that moment he truly was one, and you needed him badly.

Sitting up on your elbows, you gripped his shirt tightly in your fists, a look of desire met with a cocky grin on his face.

“I don’t care, Daniel. Just give me something, anything baby please.”

He lifted his head to look down his nose at you, God that perfect fucking nose.

“I love it when you beg,” his voice was darker now as he continued tugging at himself, and it sent a chill up your spine, not out of fear, but out of pure desperation.

“Do it again, beg me to make you squirt, doll.” 

You were practically drooling from your cunt now, this domineering aura that Danny was exuding had you just about ready to do anything he asked. He could tell you to do a somersault and you would.

But all he wanted you to do was beg, and you’d do it gladly.

“Please,” your voice was but a whisper now, “please daddy. Make me squirt. Show me you can do it.”

His hand lovingly stroked your cheek, but in a split second, he had you in a tight grasp, pulling you up to meet his face.

He crashed his lips onto yours, a wild, untamed kiss before pulling away, his eyes boring into you, “as you wish.”

You fell back to the bed as he let you go, pulling his shirt over his head and using the hair tie around his finger to tie his hair back, a sure sign that you were in for something serious.

“All you have to do,” he began as he pulled your underwear down, sending a quick slap to your slick center, “is listen to exactly what I tell you, okay?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Okay?” It was more pointed this time, his eyes looked at you in warning.

“Yes sir. I’ll listen.”

“Good.”

Nothing happened for several moments, his orbs were transfixed on your wet folds, and you, a panting mess of pure desire below him.

Without warning, Danny spit down onto your cunt, and you flinched and gasped at the erotic display. He’d never done it before, but you’d make sure he would do it again.

He lowered himself onto his stomach, back in the position he was early as he mixed your fluids with his own using two of his digits.

You rocked your hips down onto his fingers, your body practically screaming for more, bringing your own hands up to your chest and rolling your erect nipples between your fingers.

“Just lay back and relax, okay? Let me get you there.”

A response wasn’t necessary, he was ready, and he knew you were too.

Lowering his head, Danny began licking at your center, focusing mainly on your clit, inserting two fingers into your waiting hole.

You lurched forward with a loud, drawn out moan, one hand shooting into his damp curls and tugging.

Danny groaned into you, splaying his tongue out to kitten lick your swollen nub.

His fingers were angled perfectly, repeatedly hitting that delicious spongey spot hidden deep inside of you, and your eyes crossed at the mixture of his digits and his mouth working you fiercely.

“Danny what the fuck? Oh my god,” you sobbed. Plenty of times in the past Danny has eaten you out and fingered you simultaneously, but never had it felt this good. He was working like he had something to prove, and you couldn’t contain all the noises that streamed from you. 

His tongue continued to work, dipping down to tease at your hole before coming up and showing unwavering attention to your clit again.

“You taste like fucking heaven y/n,” he lifted his head to look at your fucked out expression, “it should be a sin, really.”

His fingers moved in a particular way that caused you to wail out into the empty house, and Danny’s mouth dropped open slightly at the sight.

“You’re gonna make me cum already, daddy. Fuck.”

Danny nodded, signaling to you that it was okay to do so as his mouth met your center again.

He nibbled at your clit gently with his teeth, something he’d never done before, and it sent you into a complete spiral. You were squirming frantically, chasing your end, and with a few final pumps of his fingers, and a couple deliberate flicks of his tongue, you came undone around him.

You cursed, and moaned, and groaned, calling out to him in the haze of your orgasm, the grip you had in his hair tightening, and through it all, he never stopped, not even for a moment.

He never even slowed his movements, the sounds of him devouring you battling the sounds of your state of bliss.

Once it had completely washed over you, you tried your hardest to bring your head up to look at him, and his eyes were primal.

“Danny wha- what..” you tried your hardest to inquire, but it was no use.

You could barely make out the action of him nodding, but you know he did, and to your surprise, he slipped a third finger into your clenching hole.

He pulled his mouth away, replacing his tongue with two fingers on his other hand so he could talk you through it.

“Don’t fight it doll, okay? Just let it happen.”

Your head fell back on the pillow, the overstimulation starting to catch up to you.

“Danny I have to… wait I have to..”

“No baby,” he sent a long lick to your pussy, “you’re okay, just trust me.”

“It feels so good, fuckkkkk,” you cried out to him. As sensitive as you were, you didn’t want him to stop, you could feel another orgasm approaching, but this one felt different.

“I know it does doll,” he mumbled into you, “just breathe. Let it come to you.”

You nodded in compliance, trusting him fully.

His tongue resumed flicking along your delicate clit relentlessly, his fingers keeping perfect time, and before you knew it, you were once again teetering on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Squirt for me angel,” he growled between his licks, “I can feel it. Feel that cunt tightening around me. I know you can do it. Show me you can,” he threw your words back at you.

Done with talking, he let his mouth do the work, he knew he had you on a hook, it was all up to you to let it happen.

Your entire body began to shake, and on an exhale, your vision went completely white.

The only tell on what was happening, was the dampness you felt pooling in the sheets around you, and the pure satisfaction in Danny’s voice.

“Look at that, look how fucking gorgeous, baby. Making such a fucking mess.”

His fingers moved at an unbelievably quick pace, and had you not been so caught up in your rapture, you would’ve been a tad embarrassed at the sound of your release and Danny’s digits combined. 

It was filthy to say the least, the splashing sound that took over the room, but so delicious at the same time.

You thought you’d never come down from the feelings that engulfed you, but through the blur you could hear Danny’s gentle voice cooing praises to you, coaxing you back down to earth slowly but surely.

“There you go baby, you’re okay. Just breathe for me.”

His movements were much slower now, and after a few moments, you willed your eyes to open, met with a look of enchantment on your boyfriend’s face.

You fought to catch your breath, “did I do it?”

Danny’s smile was warm as he nodded, “yeah doll, you did.”

In reality, it was a stupid question, his chest was glistening and the sheets were completely soaked. Even the tips of his hair were dampened.

“You should’ve seen it, you looked so stunning, never seen anything like it before. You did so good.”

You blushed at his praise, “well maybe next time we’ll have to get it on camera yeah?” 

He beamed down at you, and you returned your best smile, exhaustion taking over you.

“Now that’s something I can get behind.”

He planted a sugary kiss on your mouth, the taste of yourself making you whimper.

“Tastes good, huh?”, he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “wait right here, I’ll get you all cleaned up my love.”

You nodded, “what about the sheets? They’re ruined.”

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

As he stood from the bed, you couldn’t ignore the large imprint that swung loosely in his sweats.

“And what about you, and your…” you gestured towards it.

He looked down and chuckled, “I’ll take care of that, too. Your mission is complete tonight, soldier.” 

You laughed rather loudly at that, before turning serious again, “you sure? I feel kinda bad, Dan.”

“Don’t worry baby, I got everything I wanted tonight, trust me, I’ll handle it.”

He turned to walk towards the bathroom, but stopped and turned back to you with a smirk, “and maybe I’ll let you watch.”

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Not So Strangers

Sam Kiszka x reader

18+ minors take a hike!!!

Content Warnings: graphic sexual content, dom!sam, sub!reader, roleplaying, brief thigh riding, dirty talk, fingering (f rec.), impact play, restraints, choking, degredation kink, edging, throat fucking (yeah I'm sick), unprotected sex, maybe some more but you get it… filthy.

A/n: I postponed uploading this, considered not posting it at all because as I was editing it to post, I saw another fic writer had posted something similar to it. But after thinking on it for a few days, I realized I could post it in confidence knowing I didn't intentionally try to copy anyone's work. Plus, our fics went in two entirely different directions, so that makes me feel a lot better.

BUT WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, please enjoy this delicious fic I cooked up. Think I temporarily threw myself into Sammy's lane with this one cause whew...

Word Count: 5.4k

****ANY RELATION TO OTHER FIC WORKS IS PURELY COINCIDENCE****

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You liked this woman that you were tonight. By yourself at some upscale bar, strong, sexy, confident. This bar, void of loud rock or techno music and drunk bachelorette parties, wasn’t made for your everyday appeal. But for the woman you were tonight, it was perfect.

Without the pressure of holding conversation with company, you were able to relax and listen to some music (at a reasonable volume), and enjoy some much needed alone time.

Two lemon drop martinis in, you were sips away from finishing your third, and ready to order another, when a handsome 'stranger' began to approach you. You’d noticed this stranger across the bar awhile ago, practically eye fucking you for the last 30 minutes, but you paid him little mind, attention like that wasn’t foreign to you.

“Excuse me,” his grin was charming, “I’m sorry to bother you. You just look really familiar, have we met before?”

So much for that alone time.

In no rush to respond, you took several moments to look him over.

He was tall and lanky, and you immediately noticed his long slender fingers wrapped around a sweating glass of brown liquor. His hair was fairly long, about shoulder length with loose, silky waves,and his face supported nicely trimmed facial hair; a thin mustache and a goatee that were both as silky as the hair on his head. His outfit was simple, a pair of slacks and a button up shirt, a couple top buttons undone and the cuffs rolled up around his forearms messily, as if he’d just finished a long day of work. 

Yes, very handsome indeed. 

“Can’t say that we have,” you finally answered, looking back to his face.

Your response was clipped and lacked enthusiasm, your body language making it appear that you were uninterested, but honestly, you were quite intrigued.

The stranger continued smiling at you anyways as you downed the last sip of your drink, “yeah, you’re probably right. I think I’d remember a face as beautiful as yours.” 

Scoffing, you decided to call his bluff, “really laying it on thick huh? Does that line work with all the girls you decide to randomly approach at bars?”

You thought your smart response would ward him off, but it only seemed to interest him further.

He chuckled, “actually, that’s my first time using that one. So you’ll have to tell me how it’s working.”

Strangely, you admired his confidence. There was something about the way he carried himself that had you slowly falling into his trap. He was cool and composed surely, but he still had a sort of boyish, whimsical charm that you found magnetic.

“Might’ve worked a little better if I had another drink in me,” you lifted your empty glass and shook it briefly in his direction. 

He flagged down the bartender, “I’ll have a rusty nail, and the lady...” he paused to let you answer.

“Lemon drop martini,” you smiled at the bartender sweetly, and he sent the two of you a nod before moving to prepare your drinks.

“I’m Sam,” the stranger extended his hand to you.

Hesitantly, you took his hand in yours, noting his firm grip, “y/n.”

The handshake lingered longer than you wanted, as he looked directly into your eyes.

“Y/n, that’s beautiful. You live around here?”

You withdrew your hand, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Why? Plan on following me home later, Samuel?”

He laughed at you rather loudly, causing a few people in the bar to turn in your direction, but that didn’t stop you from eyeing him skeptically. 

“Hardly. It’s just, I come here often and I’ve never seen you before.”

“So you live in the area then?”, you questioned, flipping the question back onto him, keeping him on his toes.

“About five blocks away,” Sam answered truthfully, leaning onto the bar, a sign that he planned to be there awhile.

“This is a nice area,” you feigned being impressed, “you must be doing pretty good.”

“You could say that,” he humored, “I’m in stocks.”

The corner of your lip quirked up slightly, and Sam sent you a wink.

“Stocks, huh? Sounds boring.”

“It can be pretty dull, yeah,” he nodded, still smiling at you, “that’s why I try to get out as much as I can.”

“And meet pretty young ladies.”

Before he could answer, the bartender returned with your perfectly constructed drinks, and Sam pulled out his wallet to hand the man his card.

He handed your drink to you before grabbing his own, raising it in a toast.

“To meeting a pretty young lady.”

Your gaze was still cynical as you touched your glass to his lightly before bringing it to your lips for a delicate sip, your red lipstick marking the brim.

Sam’s eyes fell to the imprint, his tongue briefly making an appearance to lick along his bottom lip before he turned his attention back to you with a smize.

“You know I find you very fascinating, y/n?”, he finished signing his receipt, sliding it back across the counter.

You cocked your head to the side as the two of you ogled each other.

“Yeah, and why’s that? I’ve hardly told you a thing about myself.”

He sipped his drink again, “perhaps that’s part of the attraction. I admire a woman of mystery.”

You hummed around your glass as his eyes continued boring into you.

“Most girls would be ready to go home with me by now, the stocks are usually my selling point. They seem to love a man in a suit. But you, you’re a tough cookie to crack.”

You scoffed, setting your drink down and leaning in close to him. He smelled rich, and you swore his eyes flickered down to your cleavage that your little black dress left clearly visible.

“Are you saying you’re trying to take me home, Samuel?”, your voice dropped to a seductive tone.

His eyes were on your lips as you spoke before they met yours again.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Your red bottom heel extended to run up the expanse of his leg, slow and calculated movements.

Sam Drew in a deep breath, zeroed in on your bare leg. He looked like he wanted to reach out and grab it, but was showing difficult restraint.

“And tell me, Sam from stocks, what would we do if I came home with you? What would you do to me?”

Unable to hold back anymore, his hand grabbed ahold of your outstretched leg, clenching your thigh with a twitch of his mouth.

“There’s a lot of things I’d do to you, but a woman as beautiful as you, I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Is that right,” you raised an eyebrow at him, this once civil conversation taking a hard right turn, but you were far from opposed.

Sam was too handsome to let slip through your fingers, and the size of his hands had you wondering what else on his body might carry the same trait.

Your faces were inches apart now, breathing in each other’s air as his hand continued rubbing soothingly along your leg.

“Yeah that’s right. And I have a sneaking suspicion you like the sound of that. Is that right?”

You let your hand run along the expanse of his chest, growing frustrated that his button up shirt stood between what you really wanted to get your hands on.

“It might be,” you were so close that you could’ve planted a kiss to his lips, but the lingering suspense felt too good to give into just yet, “but I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself.”

His grin was devilish as he pulled away from you, and you found yourself already missing his touch.

He drank again, grin still visible through his glass.

“You always leave bars with guys you just met? We haven’t established that I’m not a serial killer yet.”

Matching his smugness, you decided to finish off your drink, more than ready to make your exit, “only the ones who are in stocks,” you teased at his ‘profession’, “and call me crazy, but I think that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

With a final gulp, Sam’s drink was now empty as he nodded towards the door, “well then let’s get out of here, shall we? I can show you why the ladies love stock brokers.”

Momentarily slipping out of character, you giggled at the statement, causing Sam to send you a look that read ‘stay in character. Things are starting to get good.’

You gained your composure before putting your sexy persona back on as he presented his arm for you to link onto.

Rather than accepting it, you grabbed your clutch purse from the bar top, standing and straightening your dress before making your way towards the exit, hips swaying a little more than necessary, giving Sam an eyeful.

He stood dumbfounded as he watched your round backside before lighting a fire under himself to catch up to you.

He hailed a cab as the two of you stood outside the bar, and quickly one came to your aid, Sam, ever the gentleman, opening the door for you and ushering you into the back of the car.

The driver input the address that Sam gave him, and as the car took off from the curb, Sam latched his lips onto your neck, no concern for the aging cab driver that was transporting you.

He had you cornered, his body pressed into yours as he kissed and nipped your flesh fiercely, hands roaming your body with no particular destination.

An airy moan left you as he did so, and you gripped tightly on his shoulders before forcing him off of you, although you wanted more than anything for him to continue, and your face read just that.

“Some restraint, Sam. You can’t jump my bones in the back of this cab.”

He was breathing heavily as he drank you in, that cool calm collective act he had at the bar now long gone, replaced with a primal desire.

“You don’t know how badly I want to. From the moment I saw you at that bar I had to have you, y/n,” his fingers tracing along any part of his skin he could get his hands on, “this sexy little dress you have on, leaving so little to the imagination…”

His warm breath danced across your face as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, faint smell of alcohol on his breath turning you on even more.

“You look so beautiful, but also like such a slut.”

The word sent electricity humming through you, some girls might have been offended by it, but coming from Sam, it sounded like the most elevated of praises.

“The entire time we were talking, all I could think about was taking it off of you, getting my hands on that tight little cunt I know you have. Putting you over my knee,” his hand began inching underneath your dress, “making your body bend to my will, just having my way with you.”

As he whispered his desires to you, you allowed your hand to rub along his covered erection, feeling how hard he had made himself.

Both of you inhaled as he came in contact with your soaked underwear, his finger rubbing along it delicately.

“God, I can’t wait to have you in my mouth, angel.”

Taking advantage of the position, you leaned in and nipped at his ear, “oh I’m far from an angel, Sammy.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly, losing his composure quickly as you continued palming over him. 

Luckily for the both of you, the ride was a short one, and the cab was pulling up to the high rise building just before you two were about to pounce on each other.

Sam fumbled with his wallet as he fought to pay for the cab fair as quickly as possible. Not wanting to waste any more time, he handed the driver a crisp $20 bill for the $8 charge, before pushing the door open and all but yanking you out onto the sidewalk.

You thanked the driver with a sheepish grin and half wave, and stumbled behind Sam as he pulled you into the building.

He raced through the lobby towards the elevator with his long legs, your heels clicking against the floor rapidly as you struggled to keep up.

Once inside the thankfully empty elevator, Sam’s body was back against yours, pinning you against the wall as his lips crashed carelessly into yours. The kiss was hungry and feral, both of your hands gripping and tugging at one another as your tongues battled.

Moans and groans filled the elevator as the two of you attacked one another, and after several moments, Sam pulled away and wrapped a hand around your throat securely. 

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, you have no idea,” he growled, and upon seeing how much you were enjoying his hold on you, he tightened his grip ever so slightly.

You pushed your body into his, and he slotted his leg between yours to give you something to grind against. 

Accepting the invitation, your allowed yourself to rub against him, sighing at the relief it gave you, if only momentarily.

“Yeah look at you. Such a needy little fucking thing. You like how that feels against that pretty cunt of yours?”

You nodded breathlessly as he kissed you sloppily again, starting to get lost in the feeling.

Just as you were about to pick up your pace, the elevator dinged, signaling that you have reached your floor.

Sam pulled away from you, biting your bottom lip harshly before moving away completely.

You were panting against the wall as he stared at you hungrily, before grabbing your hand and once again yanking you behind him.

A few long paces down the hallway had the two of you standing in front of what you assumed was his apartment; 2217.

“So this is where the magic happens?”, you teased as you looked at him with twinkling eyes.

“Among other things,” he winked.

He began patting around in his pockets, in search of a key, but after his search came up empty, he turned to you with a meek smile.

You scoffed, putting your hand on your hip, “babe, did you really forget your key?”

“May have been a little too excited to get the night started,” he shrugged.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you fished your own house key out of your clutch and unlocked the door, Sam stepping in first to regain control of the narrative.

“Ah yes, here we are, Casa Del Samuel,” he put on a phony Spanish accent.

You looked around the apartment that you were more than familiar with, as if it were your first time, allowing yourself to fall back into character.

“Nice guitars, you play,” your question full of mischief as Sam retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the cabinet. 

“They’re bass guitars actually,” he corrected with a smirk at your féaux cluelessness as he poured, “and yeah I play a little. More as a hobby, really.”

He crossed over to you with wine glasses in hand, “not like I’m a rockstar or anything.”

He handed you your respective glass, and you took a sip, “yeah, you don’t give me much of a rockstar vibe anyways.”

His face dropped into a pout momentarily at your teasing, before straightening his back, taking a sip of his own.

Clearing his throat, he cocked a brow at you, “now what?”

“Well, Sam from stocks,” you took one large step that landed you directly in front of him, “as much as I love being wined and dined, I think I wanna skip that part, and get straight to you making good on all those promises you made earlier.” 

You shifted your balance on your toes so that you could reach and give his bottom lip a quick nip with your teeth.

“What was that you said… something about putting me over your knee, bending me to your will,” your lips ghosted along his ear, hand pressing against his ever growing erection, “fucking wrecking me.”

Although you couldn’t see his face, you could tell that your seducing was working, his breathing becoming increasingly unstable, his hand feathering over your ass and the back of your thighs, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you.

“Let me show you the bedroom,” he whispered, pulling you gently down the hallway.

Once inside, you made yourself comfy on the edge of the bed as Sam shut the door and locked it.

He turned back to you with a shit eating grin, twirling his wine glass.

“Now what,” you used his question on him.

He was still for a moment as he stared down at you, appearing as if he was in deep thought before he answered.

“Take your clothes off, all of them,” his voice was low and gruff, and with the look on his face, you didn’t dare challenge him.

Sam stepped forward and took your glass from you, and you stood from the bed, tugging your dress down to your ankles.

As he sat both of your glasses onto the dresser, his eyes never left your frame, and when your tits spilled from the dress, he practically tripped over his feet. 

You stood before him in nothing but your heels and lacy red underwear, Sam leaning back against the dresser, waiting for you to finish the task he appointed you. 

Slowly and seductively, you hooked your fingers around the material, making a show out of working them down and off your legs. Once they were discarded on the floor, you kicked your heels off one at a time, losing significant height, until you were finally completely nude in front of his watchful eyes.

He drank you in with a hunger you’d never seen him display before, taking one final swig of his wine before taking long strides over to the bed, sitting in the spot you occupied moments ago.

You stood and waited for instructions, but he gave none to you verbally, only beckoning you over with a single curling finger.

Swaying your hips, you took your place in between his slightly gapped legs, and his hands immediately latched onto the back of your thighs, squeezing and rubbing them as he peered up at you.

“You really are beautiful, you know? The prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You nodded, bringing a hand to stroke along his jaw.

The once enamored look that graced his face quickly shifted to one of twisted desire. It was dark, like a predator hunting its prey.

“But I meant what I said, love. I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

Without warning, his hand crashed around your right ass cheek, sending you reeling forward into his body.

He steadied you with a hand on your waist, his other large palm soothing over where he struck you.

“You think I don’t know about girls like you. Parading around in posh bars, skimpy little dress on, waiting for some well off guy to come pluck you out of the flock. Well you got picked darling, how does it feel?”

“Feels good,” you gasped as the remaining sting from his lashing began to cease, but you were far from mistaken if you thought that was the last of it.

Sam roughly pulled you into his lap, stomach down, your legs dangling behind you off the edge of the bed.

“I have to punish you, for being such a little slut, you understand that, right?”

You did your best to nod in your awkward position, adding a mousey “yes sir,” along with it.

“See,” he cooed as he rubbed circles on your ass, “I knew you weren’t a brat, just a needy little whore. Letting some stranger from the bar take you home, after a very brief conversation, might I add, and have his way with you, hm? Are you gonna let me have my way with you, y/n.”

“Yes Sammy, yes,” you were whining now, wriggling underneath his touch as he admonished you, “have your way with me. Hit me, spank me like you do your bass.”

He smirked at that, but still in character, he raised a questioning brow, “now how would a stranger I just met only an hour ago know that I like to do that to my pretty lady,” another lashing against your flesh sounded into the room. 

You caught yourself then, a simple goof up in a moment of heat, but ever quick on your feet, even with the searing pain of another strike to your skin, you managed to fix your mistake.

“You look like the type,” you huffed through gritted teeth, “doesn’t surprise me.”

This made him laugh, but only briefly, before he sent two more rapid smacks, his hand soothing over them afterwards.

You were soaked now, your arousal began to leak from you and onto Sam’s lap, there was no way he wouldn’t be privy to it soon.

And as if the thought itself brought it to fruition, Sam’s fingers snaked down and began playing in the mess between your legs.

“Only sluts get this wet from getting treated this way,” his tone was casual. You moaned out as he sunk a digit into your waiting hole, “and look,” he continued, although he knew that in your position you could do no such thing, “even got it all over my good work pants.”

You managed to roll your eyes at his silliness, still obviously involved in his story arc.

His finger worked into you at a lazy pace, and you deeply wished that he’d speed up, or at least add another finger. You knew he was aware that this wasn’t enough stimulation for you, just barely enough to keep you steadily leaking. He wanted to toy with you, but you wanted to cum.

“More,” you whimpered, “more I need more.”

He struck your ass again, this one causing you to yelp loudly, out of shock and at his force; this one was harder than all the previous. 

“You take what I fucking give you,” he scolded you, voice raising several octaves.

His hand gripped your hair tightly as he pulled your head back, the awkward angle straining your neck.

Sam's eyes burned as he looked into yours, your waterline beginning to well up with tears for many reasons, known and unknown.

He sunk a second finger in you down to the knuckle, and your mouth dropped open, a single tear sliding down your face as your eyes fluttered closed.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he sounded so gentle, so enraptured, that even though he was teasing you with his words, it made your heart swell.

He loosened his hold in your hair, letting your head rest back on the bed before using his thumb to wipe the tear from your cheek.

His fingers began hitting that sweet spot inside of you at a quicker pace, sending you racing towards your end.

“Fuck Sam,” you moaned loudly, “I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, please!”

Right on the brink, you could see the light ahead of you, just out of your grasp, before everything stopped.

Sam had removed his fingers from you, holding them up in the dim light of the bedroom to watch them glisten with your slick.

You could do nothing but whimper. You should’ve known he wasn’t going to let you cum yet, but you were oh so hopeful.

You laid in place panting, listening to the sound of Sam sucking his digits clean above you, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“Bet that was gonna be a good one, huh baby? Shame I had to take it from you.”

He sent a quick tap to your thigh, “up on the bed lover.”

Your movements were slow as Sam helped you from his lap, legs buckling as you stood.

Sam chuckled a bit as you crumbled back onto the bed, deciding on crawling up the bed instead of walking around.

As you did your best to get comfortable with the constant throbbing between your legs, Sam stood and began working his clothes off. 

His shirt was the first thing to go, then he made quick work of his belt, tossing it onto the bed rather than letting it drop to the floor.

He removed his pants and underwear in one swift movement, his cock springing up causing you to gasp at its intimidating stature.

It stood practically pointing towards the ceiling, unbelievably hard and tinted red, beads of pre cum leaking from it slowly.

Sam stood and allowed you to marvel at him for a few more seconds before taking himself in his hand, stroking slowly and shivering at the sensation.

“This is what you do to me,” he huffed out as he continued working himself, “see how hard you made me?”

You nodded, moving your hand down your body in search of your clit, needing desperately to relieve the pulsing heat that radiated from it, but Sam stopped you with only the tilt of his head. 

“Hands to yourself, y/n. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You pouted, a small whimper of disappointment, “please Sam, I need to…”

The thought trailed off, not knowing exactly what you were asking for. Of course being able to cum would be nice, but you knew that wasn’t happening until he said so.

He was still pumping along his length as he climbed onto the bed with you, straddling your body.

Your breathing was ragged as you looked up at him, feeling touch starved already. You wanted him on you in some form, and he knew that.

“Need to what? Cum?”

You nodded meekly.

Sam grunted at a particular downward pull on his shaft, head lulling down for a moment before he looked back up at you again.

“I’ll tell you what, you take my cock down your throat like the good little slut you are, then maybe after that I’ll let you cum. How does that sound?” He stroked your cheek lovingly.

Again, another nod was all you could manage.

He let go of your face in favor of reaching behind himself and retrieving his belt, cock still fisted in his other palm.

Reluctantly, he let himself go with a soft moan, taking both of your hands and entangling them with the belt and the brass headboard.

Once your hands were secure above your head, he smiled down at you.

“So perfect like this,” he spoke warmly, bending down to kiss your forehead. But the sweet display was cut short, as he now hovered over your waiting mouth, his cock bobbing up and down.

“Three taps on the headboard if you need it. Okay?”

“Yes sir,” you were growing impatient, and you lifted your head off the bed, trying to close the space between your mouth and his mouthwatering erection.

Sam gently pushed you back down on the bed, “so eager to choke on my cock. You’re gonna get it, don’t worry.”

He grabbed himself again, giving his shaft two slow pumps, “open up love.”

You did as he said, mouth open as wide as you could, and slowly, he sunk his length down into your mouth.

A gag sounded out of you as he nudged the back of your throat, the constriction causing him to inhale sharply.

“Fuckkkkk,” he moaned out, “fuck y/n.”

He sat still in your mouth for a moment, and just when air was needed, he pulled out of you swiftly, letting you catch your breath.

Once you recovered, he plunged back in, repeating this until soon he was moving in and out of you at a steady pace.

Your throat was full with every pump of his hips, and the noises he was letting out above you made the wetness between your legs increase. He sounded like he was in a complete state of bliss.

You had an ironclad grip on the bars of the headboard as he used your mouth, fresh tears replacing the ones from earlier, and just when you thought things couldn’t get any better, Sam leaned back and began rubbing quick circles onto your clit, watching the way your eyes bulged with rapt attention.

He smiled at the way you moaned around him, still fucking into your mouth, and by the way your body was fidgeting nonstop, he knew he was bringing you close to your end.

But just like earlier, everything stopped just before you could reach it.

He removed his fingers from your heat and his cock from your mouth, causing you to sputter and cough, spit running down your chin. In a move that knocked the air out of you, he took your face in his hand and licked from your chin up to your mouth, cleaning the mess that stuck to your skin.

“Sam,” you groaned as he continued to lick, even the tears were cleaned from your face by his mouth.

Without a word, he slipped his cock into you to the hilt, capturing your moan in his mouth in a heated kiss. 

“Say my name again,” he mumbled onto your mouth as he began pumping into you, hand finding your throat and squeezing lightly.

“Sam,” you purred, “feels so good. I wanna touch you.”

Taking pity on you, he swiftly untied your bound limbs, and no sooner than you were free were your hands clawing at his back, his thrusts becoming increasingly powerful.

The sound of your skin slapping against his, the way your pussy squelched with every pass of his cock, the way he groaned out your name and a mixture of curses, it was a sinful symphony. 

“You like being fucked like a little slut don’t you?”

“Yes yes yes,” you repeated like you were casting a spell, your nails digging further into his back as he sped up, “please can I cum? Fuck please?”

You were breathless now, and so very close to finishing, all you needed was his approval.

With a smirk, he nodded his head at you, “let me have it. Cum for me love.”

His finger began working at your clit, and with a long guttural moan, you were spilling onto his pulsing cock. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you did so, your cunt squeezing around him.

“Oh my god,” you whined in a high pitched tone, “fuck Sammy.”

His thrusts didn’t stop or slow, Sam’s mouth hung open as he continued wrecking you, just like he said he would, and you felt another release building up after being denied for so long.

“Again,” was all you managed to say as your eyes screwed shut, followed by another pathetic moan.

“Me too,” he nodded, thrusts now sloppy, “me too baby. Fuck.”

Finally, unable to hold on any more, you let out a loud yelp as you came undone again, and Sam was right there with you, the hand that was around your throat tightened as he did so. 

“Fucking milking me,” he grunted through clenched teeth as he rode out his high. His eyes became transfixed with the sight of your mixed releases seeping out of the side of his cock lodged inside of you, “so good y/n. Shit.”

You couldn’t manage any words, only pitiful whimpers and sobs as your release streamed out of you. 

He came to a stop finally, collapsing onto your body, sticking to you like glue.

Both of you were a panting mess as he softened inside of you, until you broke the silence.

“Stocks, huh?”

He grinned at you mischievously, “you said I could choose whatever job I wanted.”

“And you chose stocks?” You giggled, wrapping your body around him as he rolled over to lay beside you.

“Stocks, it’s the language of love you know?” 

He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

“Ugh Sam,” you scoffed, raising off of him and shoving his shoulder lazily, “I told you smoking on the balcony only.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” he chuckled, sitting up with a grunt, “come join me.”

After taking a moment to fully regain your composure, you wrapped yourself in the white duvet and tiptoed across the cold hardwood floor to join Sam on the balcony, his naked body perched on a stool like some 17th century French painting.

A cloud of smoke was already billowing above him as you sat between his legs, looking out on the cityscape below you.

“Hey,” he whispered, and you turned your head to the side to hear him better, “it was nice meeting you tonight.”

[alwysthre]

A Perfect Treat II

Header made by the wonderful @allieboop

Pairing: Josh x f!reader x Danny

Summary: After a night where Josh shared you with his best friend, there are rules set in place. You might decide to break them and see what happens. 

A Perfect Treat

Word count: 14.2k (yes I know) 

A/N: This is by FAR the filthiest thing I’ve written so far. I’ve been chipping away and picking at it for weeks now. It’s nowhere near perfect, but I’ll lose my mind if I keep looking at it. I’m also a bit nervous to post it. Feedback is always loved and appreciated! Hope y’all enjoy this mess of a fic

Special shout out to Allie, @pennylanefics @josiee-gvf for input, ideas, and letting me talk their ears off about this nonsense. Love you guys ❤️

***Disclaimer: This is going to have stuff between Josh and Danny. This is not going to be everyone’s thing, and I’m aware of that. If that’s the case, just keep on scrolling. **

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content 18+ - MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penatrative sex, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, edging and orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise and degradation kink, rough sex, thigh riding, fingering and finger warming (it makes sense), teeny bit of breath play, spit kink. I might have missed something. 

It’s not like Josh has been ignoring you on purpose. He would never think to do such a thing. He wouldn’t dream of letting you get this needy and desperate for his attention, or would he?

You know it’s only because he has been busy working tirelessly in the studio on the new record with his brothers for the last few weeks. 

Despite knowing it wasn’t intentional, you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive when he insisted on taking you out to lunch today. You fought the idea, but he was persistent in bringing you along to the studio in hopes of making his absence up to you in any way he could - and you were always wanting to take Josh’s word for it.

You indulged in the romantic notion for a while, but you had been waiting here for nearly an hour since he left you to run a few last-minute errands. You bit back the annoyance that threatened to leave your tongue before he promised to come back shortly to take you out. You work to maintain an uplifted mood but deep down you curse at yourself knowing this was bound to happen when the plans were made. It’s just impossible for you to ever turn down the opportunity to have more time. 

So here you are, doing your best to keep yourself busy with the mindless scrolling on your phone. You even took a break to doodle on the pad of paper with the case of pens Josh keeps stashed away in the studio. 

You have had to entertain yourself since everyone else is either out or hasn’t even arrived yet. 

The only other person here is Danny.

He walked in about fifteen minutes ago while Josh was out, and gave you a friendly wave as he strutted past to start practicing in the other room. You shrugged it off at first as it wasn’t unusual for him to show up a bit earlier than the rest of the guys. 

He strummed and played around with a few riffs on one of the acoustic guitars before finding his way over to his kit. You simply ignore him as you reply to unanswered messages from friends and check through different social media feeds.

It appears to be successful until the sinful thoughts of your night spent together start to creep up to the forefront of your mind. You try to stomp them out, you're the heel to a fleeing spider. It has only been a few weeks since it happened, but memories are playing over in a constant loop as if they were made hours prior.

You haven’t slept together since that night, and not because you didn’t want to. You haven’t even really talked about it. Silent exchanges and passing glances were given, but in the end, it became clear that it was down to the opportunity and timing. After it all happened, Josh quickly established a rule between you - that if you were to fool around with Danny, he was to be there as well. 

The others not being privy to your new arrangement is making things more difficult than you would have anticipated. 

You give up in defeat from trying to push him from your mind to sit up on the couch and walk over to one of the chairs positioned in front of the large glass window of the sound booth. You lean forward in the seat, taking in the sight and listening closely to the sounds of him playing. Just in case you had to offer any feedback or even some critique if he were to ask. 

It's a fruitless attempt, because all you’re doing is staring at the strong muscles in his legs rippling with each deafening pound of the foot pedal thumping into the bass drum or ringing crash of the high hat. He has shed his shirt at some point during his playing. Your focus is directed on the defined muscles of his arms and chest swelling as he throws them across the kit. You watch in awe as his brows pull together in concentration, his face contorting in a wild grimace.

Danny wipes the back of his hand on his face when he finally takes a break, collecting the beads of sweat forming across his thick brow. His chest heaves rapidly with each heavy breath from exertion he’s put his body through. He bends down to grab a bottle of water by his feet, somehow not catching the fact you’re gawking at him. 

Your eyes are glued to his adam’s apple as it bobs low in his throat with each large swallow of water. He’s a breath-taking sight as the lights in the studio reflect off the sheen of sweat across his throat and bare chest. 

Before you know it or a chance to second guess yourself, your feet are carrying you out of the booth. His eyes flicker open and lock onto yours the second he hears you enter the room. You don’t have to say a word as you slink around the various instruments and chairs while making your way towards him. 

 He’s watching you closely, and that devilish smirk spreads with each precise step you make. 

He knows exactly what you want. You might as well write the words in black sharpie across your forehead each time you see the man. Hell, you’re not even able to look at him without blushing red hot at the thought of him between your legs. 

The two of you have been playing this game for weeks. With the way he’s looking at you and how you’re stalking closer to him, you just weren’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse. 

Danny doesn’t say a word as you walk closer. He pulls the large headphones from his ears and adjusts himself on the seat while you run your finger along the glossy surface of the drums to the kit. First the cymbal, and then across the top edge of the toms - circling to face him. 

The thrill of just touching what seemed to be the most sacred to him sent a jolt of electricity from the tips of your fingers through to the middle of your spine. He keeps a calm face as he follows the trail of your hand with a keen eye until it dances across the edge of the closest cymbal to him.

He decides that he should be the first one to break the silence, “You going to tell me what’s the matter?”

You sigh to yourself, dropping your gaze to your fingers running along the metal, “I’m bored.”

He chuckles softly, sitting up straighter as you approach, “I can see that. But I’m willing to bet it’s not just boredom that brought you in here, is it?”

You choose to ignore the question, tapping along the drum with your index finger. You’re not looking at him but you can hear the rattle of his drumsticks moving in his hand that has been perched up on his thigh. 

The tip of the wooden stick makes contact with the side of your leg, right above the knee and just below the hemline of your dress. You look down to watch him closely as he drags it up at an excruciatingly slow pace, running along the smooth skin of your thigh hidden beneath the flowing fabric, pulling up as he goes. 

His eyes wander up and down your leg, holding up the dress as if to inspect what’s underneath. Shyness almost takes over, hoping that you’re passing whatever test this might be. It’s feeling very reminiscent of a high school crush that you’re trying to impress. 

He makes a low, deep purring sound of approval with a subtle lick across his lips. You want to live in that sound forever. 

Your breath hitches when you feel the polished point trace along the lace edge of your panties. You clench around nothing as he tickles the delicate skin with the lightest brush of the wooden stick.

God, you wish it was his fingers… fuck, even his mouth instead. 

The memories of how he touched you that night plays in your mind again while your eyes close. You imagine the sensation of his fingertips dancing along your body. It almost feels real as the wood dips under the band. A frustrated groan escapes you when he suddenly decides to pull it away to trail back down your leg. 

He doesn’t wait long before gliding it up between your legs this time, teasing the oh-so-sensitive area of your inner thigh. He is applying the right amount of pressure - just enough to make you know it’s there but still leaves you wanting more. Every inch of skin is buzzing, heightened beyond your limit as you stand before him.

With each inch the drumstick glides up your leg, the wetter you become. 

“What’s the matter, princess? Is Prince Charming neglecting you a little too much lately?” He taunts through a knowing grin, noting how much you’re squirming at the seemingly simple action.

“I never said that,” you snap back, letting out the irritation in your words, even if it was the truth. You weren’t ready to reveal that to him yet; you had to hold on to something before giving the satisfaction. 

The drumstick slips effortlessly between your legs, the hard point pressing up against your soaked cunt. The fluttered moan you give up crumbles the weak facade of having any self control. You feel it rub over the damp cotton, just perfectly over your already throbbing clit.

“Hmm.. would fucking you with these be breaking the rules?” He ponders in thought, tapping the stick with that flick of his wrist and smirk growing at the very idea. He presses it against you harder with a precise hand.

You whine out, “…Danny.”  

Heat flashes right through your face, pinkening your cheeks in a matter of seconds. The way you’re already whining his name again like the night spent together was almost too much to bear. 

You step a little closer, making the movement of his hand stop, “Yes?”

“Danny, come on,” you pout. 

You sound so fucking desperate, but the pitched sound of your voice makes his cock twitch the second the words leave your pretty lips. He just isn’t ready to admit to you how much he wants this, too. 

He tuts in disapproval, dragging the stick back and forth, “What would Josh think of this behavior, hm?”   

You wonder with a low hum, feeling more defiant than ever, “I don’t know. Do you want to find out?”

You take another step between his open legs as he guides you in with the drumstick tucked in its place. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get me in trouble,” He laughs, withdrawing the drumstick from your legs to bring it to the pulse point at your throat, right below your chin. 

You swallow against the stick pressing into the soft spot and your eyes drop down to see Danny looking up at you -displaying that same intense look he gives to you when he’s on stage. Like he’s ready to devour you the second he makes it backstage. Behind this drum kit, he’s cockiest he’s ever been and never fails to drive you wild every time you witness it. 

He hums again, correcting himself, “But that’s not it. I know it’s because you’re just dying to get yourself in trouble. Wanna get punished, don’t you, baby girl?” 

You choke out his name once more as you wrap your hand around his wrist holding the stick..the tick. 

The sound coming from you is pitiful…embarrassing really. 

He replaces the lack of the drumstick between your legs with his long, slender fingers. He groans when he feels the warm, wet heat of your pussy cupped in the safety of his palm. You clench around his hand hoping that he keeps going, and hopeful it was. Danny was not going to break Josh’s one rule that easily. 

He lowers the drumstick from your throat and tosses them both off to the side and they scatter across the floor out of your view. His hand rushes to find a place on your hip to tug you forward that much closer.

The pad of his middle finger drags over your covered clit with a precise curl. He’s beaming with excitement as if he had just ripped open a present on Christmas morning, sighing, “I love that you’re such a whore for me.”

All you want is to drop to your knees right then and pull his cock from his skin-tight jeans, to suck him off and fuck him while screaming his name. But you can’t. 

You’re pushing the limits of this boundary, but you swear to yourself you can’t do that. 

Danny must’ve been reading the thoughts of wanting to sit on his lap as they ricocheted around the emptying walls of your head. He pulls in his bottom lip, biting it between his teeth before cooing softly, “Sit that pretty pussy on my thigh, baby. Show me just how bad you want it.”

You’re eager to show him, hell, you would jump him in a heartbeat if he or yourself allowed it. While the idea rolls around in your mind like it’s on a hamster wheel, he helps guide you over his leg with his steady hands secured around your waist. Once you’ve lowered yourself onto his leg with your hands finding his broad shoulders for balance, you feel the denim press against your aching core. His fingers trail down the tops of your thigh, pressing softly into the supple flesh as his dull nails drag along the smooth expanse. He inhales deeply, breathing in the delicate floral notes of your perfume as your hips roll forward. 

He hasn’t bothered to wipe off the sweat covering his torso yet, but you can’t force yourself to care when it bleeds into the fabric on the front of your dress when you’re pulled flush against his chest. The musky scent - one that you recognize from that night and now more intense - fills your head. 

You shamelessly grind yourself against his thigh, and the strong, lean muscles of his leg flex beneath you. The hand planted on your hip pulls and pushes you along like the waves of an incoming tide, adding to the friction to your hidden clit by rubbing through your soaked panties onto the rough denim of his tight jeans. 

The other has been busy exploring you. 

“How much have you been thinking of my cock, hmm?” A breathy chuckle flutters across your ear. His new-found confidence is showing its face, with cockiness dripping through every word as it passes from his lips. 

You huff out an airy laugh, but the sound crackles from your throat as you strain to keep the rhythm of your hips going. If he has you working this hard for your own release like this, you sure as hell weren’t giving him the satisfaction of that answer. 

You lock your arms around his neck to close whatever space is left between you. The embrace is laden with lust with every inch of your body touching his feeling like a flame is brought to the surface. 

You’re positive that this was not in the rules Josh set.  You’re drawn to him like a summer moth to a flickering light. 

 “Do you think about it when he’s fucking you nice and slow?” he asks again in your ear, and the words stick to your conscience like his voice has been dipped in honey.

This time you nod against his cheek and the stray curls tickle your skin. 

His open hand travels up your back to find a hold of your hair, tugging you back by the locks at the nape of your neck. Your eyes flitter down to his lips. You want to kiss him again so badly. 

He looks up through his now heavy lids that are framed beautifully with his long, dark lashes, and smiles up at you, “Mmmm, you are the forbidden fruit, aren’t you?” His tongue darts across his bottom lip, “Good thing I already know what it tastes like.”

He isn’t hesitant about kissing you like he was the first time. He knows exactly what he wants, and it’s you. 

Danny’s fingers release your hair to wrap strongly around your neck, bringing you to his mouth with a firm hand. You bring a hand to his face, rubbing your thumb against the flushed surface of his cheek. He greets you with the slight salty taste of his sweat, but then the taste starts to melt into a certain sweetness that is him as your tongue licks across his. 

It could be that you’ve been so deprived of something like this, but he really does seem to taste better than he did before. 

Is it because you know you shouldn’t?

Anyone could walk in and see the two of you, but the risk never seemed so enticing. You should be thinking about Josh. The little date that he has planned for you. You did get all dressed up for him today, after all. You made sure that your hair was perfect and took a little extra time doing your makeup. Now you questioned to yourself if it really was only for Josh

A hand sneaks under your dress and grabs your ass beneath the bunched up fabric at the small of your back. He dips his fingers lower to feel between your legs from behind. 

The frantic rocking of your hips to chase the high consumes you. You can’t get enough of him. Just one more hit - one more pass of your core over the hard muscles of his thigh. You should be ashamed of how much you needed this, but you couldn’t drive yourself to care. 

With your face buried into the expanse of Danny’s neck, your heavy panting sends hot breaths of air across the skin. It all feels so rushed, like you’re racing against an imaginary clock - despite the feeling like you’ve lost every sense of time itself. 

What you do notice is Danny feeling rigid against you all of a sudden. He seems like his body froze beneath you with all of his movements on you stalling completely.

What he hasn’t told you yet is that Josh walked in about a minute ago, keeping the fact that he is standing right in the doorway and was watching this scene unfold. That he and Danny have been staring right into each other's eyes while you unravel completely. 

You second guess yourself, but you’re convinced that Danny is right there with you and consumed by this moment. There is no denying how close you are, and it’s doing nothing but clouding all of your judgement so you keep going. 

His hand presses into your hip to stop you with a soft warning mumbled into your hair, “Babygirl, no.”

You lean back to figure out why he has suddenly stopped, and you find that he’s looking through you - well, past you. The expression on his face makes your heart plummet into the pit of your stomach, making you feel like the floor fell out beneath you. You can only flip through the possibilities and it takes you several seconds before you dare yourself to peek over your shoulder. 

Sure enough, your boyfriend is leaning up against the door frame while he takes a sip from the paper coffee cup in his hand, looking over the rim into your eyes. You can’t place what’s going on in his mind. You’re sitting here probably as white as a ghost with every ounce of color draining from your face and there he was, as casual as can be. Your head whips back to Danny, searching for an idea what to do next, but he seems just as clueless. 

You mouth a string of curses in a hushed whisper and when you turn around again, Josh is no longer standing there. 

Before Danny is able to talk you out of it, you clamber off of his lap with the grace of a newborn deer learning to walk for the first time, so he stands to hold your hand while you regain your balance. 

You shake him off to rush towards the door to the sound booth, ironing out the wrinkles on your dress with your palms the best you can. Josh caught you both red-handed and you’re reeling trying to come up with a believable excuse as to why that just happened. 

Nothing remotely passable comes to mind within the seconds it takes you to stumble into the room. You’re expecting him to lash out and scold you the second you walk through the threshold. That this is it. This is going to be your first real fight. What you find is him sitting on the couch, waiting for you right where you should have stayed the entire time. 

You prepare yourself for the worst. 

He just looks up from his phone in his hand, meeting your eyes with that beaming smile of his. Without skipping a beat, he asks as if nothing happened at all,  “Ready to go?”

—————

Lunch with Josh went smoothly. In fact, it seemed to go a little too well even for a normal day out. You sat on the edge of your seat waiting for him to say something, anything about you and Daniel. He never did, he just carried on about the new music among the normal conversation topics, even at one point asking where you’d like to go for the next trip together. 

You played along knowing that he saw what he saw, and that he wasn’t going to let you get away with it. 

Later that evening, you pad quietly into the master bathroom after changing into your pajamas for the night. It’s almost midnight and the both of you are finishing up your routines to get ready for bed. The exhaustion from the day is setting in and you know he is feeling it as well, but this has been your only alone time spent together in private and you weren’t about to pass the opportunity up. 

You find Josh brushing his teeth when you come up behind him. At first, he smiles around his toothbrush when he catches your reflection in the mirror, thinking nothing more of your presence. 

You place your hands at his hips, right at the band of his pajama pants as you lean in to nuzzle into the depths of his fallen curls - smelling the special shampoo he insists on using. He reminds you of the feeling of curling up into a set of fresh linen sheets, still warm from the dryer. 

“Hi, mama,” he mumbles with a mouthful of toothpaste, still thinking of it as an innocent gesture without realizing your true intentions. 

That’s until one of your hands slides around his waist to dip lower between his legs to find what you’ve been craving. His eyes widen and a breath shudders from his chest from your bold advances. 

“Hey!” he giggles as he breaks himself of your hold slightly only to spit the rest of the toothpaste into the sink. He struggles to rinse off his toothbrush and wipe his mouth as you continue to play. The sounds of his laughter are cut off with a rather loud groan from the touch of your hand palming over him. 

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper into his ear, brushing your lips over the soft buzzed hair behind it before nipping at the tiny gold hoop adorning his lobe. You roll the jewelry past your lips to feel the cool metal against your tongue. 

Loving the fact he’s allowing you to take control, it finds its way down the side of his neck, soothing the soft skin after your teeth drag against it. He moans from the teasing sensation, and he can’t help but buck his hips forward into your hand.

He looks into your eyes through the mirror with lust. darkening the honeyed irises, “I missed you, too, sweet girl.”

Your fingers dip below the waistband this time, following along the trail of trimmed hair until you can finally hold his soft cock that’s already starting to harden in your hand.

You begin to stroke him gently, feeling him grow with each steady beat of his heart. He’s holding back the urge to take control when his hand wraps around your wrist that’s working him.

Feeling impatient yourself, you tug the pajama pants down his legs to free him from the restrictive clothing. Admittedly, it’s mostly so he can watch as you pump your hand slowly over his cock, and it’s no surprise to you how much he loves it. 

 He’s looking at how your hand looks around him, how big he looks in the grasp of your fingers. Something you’ve told him countless times of course, but he can’t help the grin when he sees it for himself. He’s making sure to burn the sight into memory for times when he can’t be with you. 

He just can’t decide to keep his eyes fixed on the mirror or simply to look down at what you’re doing. 

You? 

You’re looking at the defined lean muscles under the soft skin of his stomach that's cast in the soft lightening of your bathroom. You admire how his hip bones poke out just a little from his slender waist. It became your favorite thing to worship whenever your mouth finds its way down there.

You’re watching him flex with each unhurried pass of your hand, each subtle almost insignificant tremor that might go unnoticed otherwise. You watch in awe when the precum has started to leak and how the pink head of his cock shines when you swipe your thumb across it. 

“Mmm. I think you’re the pretty one, Josh,” you purr across the shell of his ear. 

He whimpers at the praise, parting his lips with each pitchy breath passing through them as his head rolls back against your shoulder. His eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in your loving touch. 

He knows what you’re doing but he’s too far gone to stop you. You concentrate on that extra sensitive spot under the head, swirling over with your fingers. 

“Oh.. fuck,” he growls, making the sound vibrate out from deep within his throat. 

The noise tells you he’s done letting you take the lead.

In a flash, you find yourself being picked up and shoved onto the bathroom sink. His hands hook around the band of your pajama shorts, ripping them down your legs so quickly that you wonder if they might have torn.

You’re barely given a second to think before he’s wedging himself between your legs with his cock in hand.  

You want him to fall to his knees and wrap his lips around your needy clit, like he would do in any other circumstance. This time, however, he doesn’t. 

He doesn’t think you deserve that tonight.

Instead, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating the digits in his spit to prepare you for what’s to come. 

They pass through your folds to add to the growing wetness, but not before rubbing a few teasing circles across your clit. 

He wasn’t going to be that cruel.

You lift your hips begging for more of his touch, searching for anything he’s willing to give. He graces you with it, but maybe not with what you were initially expecting. 

Josh doesn’t ease himself into you like he usually does. It’s not gentle and teasing. You've found that everything with him is always slow and so sensual. Deliberate and caring. 

This time he bottoms out into your pussy with one aggressive push.

For a few seconds, his lips press into that vulnerable spot below your ear as he waits until he can feel your nails rake down his back. That, along with your nod and how your legs are wrapping tightly around him to pull him deeper into you is all he needs to keep going.

His hips snap into you with a force you’re not really familiar with. You take it, greedy for whatever he is willing to give you. But now you’re missing his lips so you try to kiss him by pulling his face into yours, but they don’t stay there for long. 

Even his kisses are sloppier as he licks across your cheek. He presses his nose into the side of your face, fanning the tacky skin with strained breaths. Besides that, he’s rather silent with you. 

Which you know is very unlike him. 

Josh always talks to you. He’s always sure to tell you how good you feel, how much he loves you, and how much he wants to make you feel good. 

This is not the love-making you’re used to. He’s deciding to just fuck you tonight. Pure and simple. Hard and fast. 

Soon, other than the sounds of your own cries, you hear the smacking of your bodies together and the combined heaving pants echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. 

You’re getting so, so close, but you can also tell he’s closer. His breathing is more ragged, and the rhythm of his hips have started to falter, and his fingers are pressing hard enough into your hip to leave small bruises. 

You worry that you won’t be able to finish before he does, “Josh..slow down. I’m so-so-“

The way he knocks the air from your lungs with each powerful thrust cuts your words off in the air. You can’t focus on anything because of your vision being whited out from his cock slamming relentlessly into your cervix. That’s how you know he isn’t going to slow down. He is past that point with no chance of return, but you are so desperate to chase after him. 

Again, you beg hoping he would listen this time, adding whatever coaxing tone was necessary, “Josh, baby. Please. I’m right there, slow down a little..”

He only smiles against your cheek. 

Fuck, you’re so close. It’s all within reach. Just a few more seconds. 

But he doesn’t give you satisfaction. He pulls himself from the tight warmth of your pussy for the grip of his hand. His timing is just right that he only needs a few more strokes. 

You can only watch in disbelief as he paints your neglected clit with ropes of his hot cum. The contrast of how warm it feels compared to the cold marble of the counter against your skin makes a chill roll through your body. 

The smirk growing on his face reveals to you that he’s proud of himself, proud that he’s denied you the release of your building climax. Pleased with the fact he hasn’t even given you the reward of finishing inside you. 

“What the fuck, Josh?!” You snap at him through the fucked out daze you’re in, letting your frustration get the better of you. 

His hand finds your throat to pull you in closer. Close enough to feel his breath fanning across your parted lips. You squeak at the firm pressure of his fingers wrapping almost painfully into the side of your neck. 

His other hand is still between your legs. Those fingers slide through the mess he created, only to fuck his cum into your pussy. You whine, clenching around him in need which makes him laugh from the desperation. 

With a precise curl of his finger inside you, his lips find your ear, and his voice like the finest crushed velvet of his jumpsuits when the whisper graces your senses, “Maybe this will be a good reminder next time you feel like breaking the rules, princess.” 

It leaves you speechless, void of any coherent thoughts that could be used for a response. 

He doesn’t say anything else as tucks himself back into his pants, and places a tender kiss to your cheek before walking out of the bathroom to crawl back into bed. 

——-

After the little stunt Josh pulled that night and the moment with Danny, things had been undoubtedly tense between you. You have settled on the fact that there wasn’t anger or resentment in that tension, it was just that he has been holding out on you all week, keeping you deprived and teetering on the edge. The kisses he gave never deepened, affectionate touches stayed innocent.

It was driving you absolutely mad. Sure, you could sneak off when you needed to for your own release, by your own hand. Alone. It had gotten to the point in your relationship that touching yourself would never compare. And he knew that. 

You had been craving, even dreaming of his hands roaming across your body, his mouth exploring all of his favorite places. 

Tonight you were hopeful that the dry spell would finally end. That the needed alone time together would be the solution to this growing problem, but the thought quickly dissipated the moment you find out that he invited the guys over for movie night.

He had done it on purpose. You were sure of it. 

You’re frustrated with Josh enough that you decide you don’t want to even sit next to him during the movies tonight. You aren’t sure what’s bothered you more, the fact he had been witholding sex or that he had been acting completely normal about it. 

Two can play this game of his. 

You ignore him to find a comfortable spot on the large sectional before the guys even arrive. You can hear Josh singing to himself in the other room, too busy making drinks and ordering food to notice you’re no longer sitting in ‘your spot’.

It isn’t ten minutes later when Sam, Jake and Danny arrive at your front door. It’s very on brand of them to make a loud entrance, calling out for your boyfriend as soon as they walk in. You stay seated on the couch, mostly because you don’t feel like getting up to greet them. It’s not out of the fact you didn’t want to see them, but rather you just wanted Josh’s attention for yourself. 

You hear Sam and Jake make their way into the kitchen by the sound of their voices traveling and echoing into the space. It’s followed by the muffled conversations, and you can only guess it’s about what drinks to make. You giggle to yourself, because it’s the only incentive for Sam to abandon a night out for sitting through one of Josh’s cinematic choices for the evening.

While you’re waiting for them to shuffle into the living room, you play on your phone to distract yourself. Daniel’s presence in your home is causing a new batch of nerves to bubble in the pit of your stomach. You’re staring at the screen, but your mind isn’t registering what is on it. 

You try to listen closely to what’s being said, but it’s almost impossible to make out the words. By the tone of Josh’s voice, it lets you know that he’s in good spirits despite the bickering between him and his brothers.

There is a creak of floodboard, making you lift your head to follow the new sound coming from your periphery. You startle when you see that it’s Danny standing in the doorway to your living room. 

He’s testing the waters. This is the first time you’ve seen him since the studio incident, and the memories of that moment flash before you. The intensity of his stare causes a hot, prickly blush to form across the apples of your cheeks. 

It’s different. The way he is looking at you tonight - as if it’s to say “there is no way we can stay ‘just friends’”. It makes your stomach flip but you can’t seem to make yourself pull away no matter how hard you try. There’s a wanton desire smoldering within the darkened irises that are hidden behind black brows, and it manages to pierce right through you.

Things have certainly changed since that night.

But it’s still Danny standing before you. He hasn’t lost that certain softness in those massive brown eyes that make you smile. 

You take note that he’s dressed comfortably tonight, wearing one of his worn band tees that fits his tall, lean frame perfectly. The dark, almost black denim wash of his jeans brings out the golden, sun-kissed tan that you’re thankful for; it's still lingering as you approach the autumn months. He’s wearing his hair down and the perfectly maintained curls bounce freely around his face. 

But fuck he looks so good.

He takes a step forward, finally making the move to pass through the threshold that he’s been cautiously standing behind for nearly a minute now. But before he can speak a single word, Sam is bursting into the living room. 

“So are you not gonna say hi to me or what?!” Sam huffs and he walks by Danny, nearly knocking into him as he does so. 

“And give up my perfectly warm spot? I don’t think so.” Although you’re being pulled into your quippy banter with the youngest Kiszka, your eye never leaves their best friend. 

“Oh I see what I mean to you then. At the bottom of the priorities list. I’ll remember that.”

You bring your eyes back to your phone to scroll through the app that’s still open on the screen, “I’m sure you will.”

Another voice breaks into the living room, passing by Sam, “Will you just leave the poor girl alone, Sam? She’s suffered enough dealing with your annoying ass.”

“Hi, Jake.” You smile at him as he finds a spot on one of the recliners. 

“Hi, Jake,” Sam mimics your voice with an exaggerated pitch, and Danny is quick to throw a punch into his arm. 

“Ouch!” Sam yelps as he rubs his muscle, turning to Danny, “What the fuck was that for?!”

“No fighting!” Josh scolds them. He is the last one to shuffle into the room with full arms of drinks and snacks. That’s when he sees you out of your usual spot, and he raises a brow to you out of curiosity. 

Over the course of the film, you nudge in closer to Danny so your back is pressed against his chest, tucking yourself into his side. 

You weren’t even trying to make Josh jealous, you just wanted to grab his attention. The plan is quickly backfiring because he is too absorbed with his eyes locked on the screen to even notice you. 

You’ve forgotten the title or plot of the movie Josh has picked because you can’t seem to pay attention to it even if you wanted to. All of your focus is on Danny’s quiet breathing; studying how calm and steady it is with each inhale and exhale. You fixate on the comforting, earthy scent of his cologne, the same one you recognize from the night spent together. You notice how warm his skin feels to the touch each time it brushes against yours whenever he shifts beside you. 

No one has really noticed nor cared that you’re cuddling up next to Danny instead of Josh. You’ve been known to show some level of affection to any of the guys, so this doesn’t really stand out of the ordinary to them. 

They just don’t know of the recent history between you two. 

You move incredibly slow beneath the cover of your blanket, careful not to bring any attention to yourself.

Well, the unwanted attention anyway. 

 At first, your touch is comforting as you feel yourself over your panties as you test it all out-  just to see how intune Josh really is to you. You watch him as you dare yourself a little more by moving your fingers under the material of your underwear, seeing if he would break away from the t.v. 

Before you can venture any further, or even give up the idea entirely, Danny’s hand wraps tightly around your wrist, halting your movements. 

Shit. Are you already caught?.

A blush forms at your cheeks. In the back of your head you knew he would probably be the one to notice even if he isn’t the main target of your attention.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna get yourself in trouble again,” he whispers harshly and you can feel his lips moving against the shell of your ear. 

You stay silent, worried that you would be caught by the others the second you mutter a single word. A few excruciatingly long seconds pass with you frozen like this. 

“I’ll get you there if you’re quiet,” he breathes, voice only loud enough for you to hear with his sweetness still lacing delicately throughout the words. 

You nod and he gently releases his hold on arm, but he doesn’t pull away from you. His fingertips travel farther down, dipping under the band of your sweatpants to trace along the bare skin of your thigh. It tickles you at first, but you’re already so tightly wound that the simple touch feels like a shock of static to the sensitive area, making you squirm against him. 

He squeezes his hand around the thickness of your leg, massaging the tense muscles with a kneading thumb. He finally retreats enough to dip between your legs and for a moment you swear you aren’t even breathing. 

If you were paying attention to anything else, you would have realized that Danny wasn’t either. He swallows the gasp that threatens to leave his mouth when he feels how warm you were. How you’ve already soaked through the cotton panties like that day spent together in the studio. He’s amazed that hasn’t even really touched you and you’re already falling apart like this. 

He considers teasing you some more, but decides against it. He wants to be the one to bring you relief you so desperately need. He’s determined to be the one to make you cum when Josh has been stringing it along for weeks. It’s a secret he’s kept from others, but feeling you again has been on his mind without reprieve.

It’s something he can’t shake from his thoughts no matter how many times he’s stroked himself alone in his bed at night in an attempt to get you out of his system. 

There is no way he would be able to hold out from touching you in a predicament like this.

He can barely contain his own sounds when he presses into your clit through the thin cotton. Your hips lift  without your control to chase the feeling. If he had all the time in the world, he would just keep himself there - playing with you for however long he wanted. 

Danny slides his hand beneath your panties and you nearly cry out when his finger finally dips into your arousal, parting your soft lips and coating the longest digit as he slips it through to circle your clit. He swallows back the groan when he feels how it’s already so swollen with need. You feel close enough that he could whisper the words that he wants to make you cum, and the heat of his breath fluttering across your pussy would unravel you completely. 

His cock throbs impatiently within the restriction of the tight jeans when he feels just how wet and warm you really are. 

He’s drawing deliciously slow patterns as he’s exploring you like this for the first time. Everything is so new to Danny. With Josh, he knows every inch of your body, almost too well sometimes. Danny is still learning, taking in each minute detail. 

He notices every faint change in your breathing with the different flicks of his finger, noting the ones that drive you the craziest. It’s becoming challenging to stay quiet, and you’re biting into your lips with each moan trying to escape whenever his fingers dip into your entrance.

Just when you think your moments away from breaking through the rising peak of your climax, he stops the movement of his fingers and buries them deep inside you. 

You claw at his hand beneath the blanket covering your legs, silently begging him to keep moving. You can’t see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly shakes it away before anyone notices. 

You think you’ve gotten away with it so far. You’re confident in the fact that no one knows, but when your eyes finally open and refocus on the room you’re in- you are met with Josh’s eyes staring right back at you. 

Oh no. 

His eyes then flick over to his two brothers, seeing that they are still watching the film and not you. When they find their way back, you can’t decipher this look he is giving you. It’s knowing and intense -  but they are still playful even as they darken before you. 

Danny isn’t moving his fingers anymore, letting you know that he also sees Josh watching the both of you. He feels you clench and flutter around him as his stilled digits are locked tightly in the safe warmth of your pussy. 

This entire time Josh doesn’t make a sound. You almost question it but there’s no doubt he knows what’s happening. After a few long seconds of looking between you and Danny,  his gaze returns to the film played on the t.v. 

You try your best to watch the film on the screen, but your efforts are proving to be pointless. Every so often, Danny curls his fingers that are still inside you, sweeping them against your hidden spot with the perfect pressure. He even lets your own hips do the work as you lift and squirm to chase the friction. 

Each passing minute is time spent in blissful agony, keeping you suspended on a quivering tightrope. Each subtle movement is nearly imperceivable, but it’s just enough to tighten the familiar coil twisting in the pit of your belly. 

It feels like an eternity with how long it takes him to coax you along the slow build of your release. You cum just like this - with his fingers tucked deep inside you. 

It’s the first time he’s really felt you ravaged by the intensity of your orgasm, one that you weren’t even expecting yourself, and god he wishes to himself that he could feel it on his cock. He can barely contain himself behind you as you roll through each crashing wave. 

He chooses not to pull them from you as you begin to come down. You wiggle your legs slightly because of the sensitivity of them staying there, but he remains still.

You really aren’t even sure how much time passes from that moment. To you, the scenes of the movie are just bright blurry images flashing in front of your fogged mind. Josh started talking about something related to the film, but you can’t find the strength to make out the words. 

Sam is starting to get annoyed with Josh’s rambling about the film as the ending credits begin to roll. He looks over his shoulder to see you, but is immediately stunned by the sight.

His mouth falls open in concern and stands up, “Oh wow! Y/N, you don’t look so good. Are you feeling alright?”

Danny then scissors his fingers inside you. 

You croak out a broken whine and then stumble over a response, clenching your thighs around his hand, ‘Hu-huh?”

“Do you have a fever or something?” Sam asks as he starts to walk towards you, but you scramble to interrupt him before he gets too close.

“Uhhh…maybe. I think it’s hitting me all of a sudden,” you respond, putting on your best sick act. 

“Maybe you should go lie down upstairs, babe,” Josh suggests in a sickeningly sweet tone in a display of concern, but the glint in his eyes reveals something else. 

Jake is the one to pick up on the strange tension as his eyes find his twin’s. You watch as an outsider as they exchange a conversation in silence, just as they do time and time again. Jake’s eyes shift between Josh to Danny and then back to you before landing on Josh’s once again. Your cheeks flushes even hotter with embarrassment because you are sure he has picked up on whatever is going on. 

He stands to his feet, letting out a grovely sigh as he smooths out the wrinkles of his worn pants, “Alright, Sammy boy. I think it’s time to head to the bars before it gets too late.”

Sam groans in protest when pulls his phone from his pocket to check the time lit up across the screen, “It’s only 9:30!”

Jake is already out of the living room when he calls back to his younger brother, “Come on, Sam.”

“Okay, okay!” He rolls his eyes and stomps out of the room, throwing his hands up in the air as he follows his older brother. 

As soon as the door latches shut behind Jake, Josh turns back towards you and Danny. His eyes flick down to the blanket and his voice is taut, like a tightly wound string as it shoots through the air, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You do your best to put on that extra syrupy, saccharine sweet voice of yours to win him over, knowing that you were without a doubt - very much in trouble. 

“You said we couldn’t do anything if you weren’t here. And it looks like you’re here to me, Joshy.”

Danny snickers into your hair in response to your brattiness, and you throw an elbow back into his stomach to cut him off.  

Josh’s cold, expressionless face doesn’t change, “You’re just like her, Daniel. And you spoil her.” Despite the icy stare, the words are heated as they leave his mouth. “Go ahead then. Keep treating her as sweet as she acts, and move the fucking blanket.”

You obey the command with cautious movements, and slowly kick the throw off your legs with Danny’s fingers still buried deep inside you. He watches your every movement, and when the blanket falls to the ground - his eyes are back to yours. 

You swear you see the tiniest grin start to show when he sees that Danny is still touching you, taking care of you. He’s still enjoying himself, and you know this by that little tell of his - the way he rubs his fingers methodically around his knee and picks at the threads of the pant seams. It’s something that you would never admit that you know. 

He’s trying so hard to keep up the facade of being upset with you, and you have to give it to him - he was doing a wonderful job. But you decide to up the stakes, and loop your fingers around the waistband to slowly pull them down your legs. 

You’ve taken your soaked underwear with them as well, revealing everything out to him. A giggle leaves you when you see his mouth fall open at the sight. 

Danny takes the chance to slowly pump his wet fingers in and out of you for show. After all this time tucked inside, he finally pulls them from your pussy to spread you apart for your waiting boyfriend. Josh nearly drops this act he’s been putting up with so he can come running to you, but he holds strong in his place on the other end of the couch. 

What he can’t do is keep his focus on your eyes. They become fixed on Danny’s fingers, and they stay there for longer than you expect as if he has been stuck hopelessly in a trance. 

Danny stays silent as he is shamelessly showing off, prideful of what he has done to you this evening. They are both busy listening to the soft sounds that escape your lips with each pass of Danny’s fingers over your over-sensitive clit. 

“Well, someone has to. You’d think she would have a boyfriend that’s generous enough to take care of her. What did you say again? ‘I love to take care of my baby.'' Those were your words, right?”

That’s what makes Josh shoot up from his seat and saunter over to you in a few strides. He would usually extend a hand and wait for you to take it, but this time he grabs it without warning and pulls you to your feet - ripping you away from Danny’s hold as if to say “You have enough time playing with my girl.”

You yelp from the sudden action as you are yanked into Josh’s arms. 

With a grip around your throat, Josh finds your mouth with his own and shoves his tongue past your lips without giving you a second to process any of it. Kissing Josh was always a slow building dance, a gentle give-and-take of who would lead. Right now, it’s quite the opposite in this unbridled hunger for you. 

He bites at your lip, sinking his perfect teeth into the soft flesh before pushing his tongue against yours. 

Your shirt is yanked from your body and thrown somewhere onto the floor in the midst of it all. Josh’s hands are gripping and clawing at your ass, roaming across your back and around the nape of your neck. It’s all in front of Danny, who is still sitting behind you, all to make the point to show him who you really belonged to. 

Danny knows better than to complain.

Josh eventually guides you back, but you’ve been so disoriented in the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth, that you’re forgotten your place in the living room. You give him your blind trust as you stumble backwards until you feel the edge of the couch against the back of your knees. 

He shoves you down onto the open chaise end of the sectional with a deliberate push to your chest that makes you giggle. You’re loving that he is taking charge and is a little more aggressive with you, which is definitely the side of him you are experiencing tonight. 

Josh pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere into the room to add to the mess of clothes collecting on the floor already. 

You can feel Danny sitting by your head, and you tilt your head back to get a better look of him. 

Before you can really get to see or say anything to him, Josh rolls your nipple into the heat of his mouth. The addicting feeling of him is sending your senses into overdrive already.

 God, you’ve missed this so much. 

He licks across your bare, flushed and warm chest, dragging his teeth behind the trails his wet tongue leaves along your skin. You squirm and lift your hips helplessly beneath him. 

Josh’s teasing laugh that hums low in his throat flutters from his lips that are pressing against your ear, causing you to shudder instantly as he taunts you, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already acting like this? Maybe Danny didn’t take care of you as much as he thinks.”

You hear Danny scoff of disagreement above you. 

Josh’s middle finger travels from the hollow point of your throat, between your breasts, down and over your navel to dip between your legs. He releases a groan when he feels you for himself, “or maybe you’re just being extra greedy tonight.”

The tiniest whimper squeaks out, “Josh…”

“What’s the matter, baby?” He mumbles into your throat. 

You beg with a forceful roll of your hips up into his hand, “I need you, please.”

His warm breath clings right to your skin just as he ghosts his finger from your entrance to your clit,“You want me to take care of you too, don’t you?”

“Yes! Josh, I need to feel your mouth! Please!” You suddenly shout the frustrated plea into the open space. 

He growls into the nape of your neck at the sound of his name, feeling rather possessive as he sinks his teeth into your throat, “Fuck, you sound so gorgeous when you beg for me.”

Danny is showing how restless he is with how his legs start to shift and fidget more and more with each passing second. The movement reminds you of his presence you nearly forgot about with Josh on top of you like this. You reach behind to feel your way to the button of his jeans, but he’s so hard and impatient that he can’t wait for you to pop it open. 

He takes the moment of control by quickly undoing his pants to pull his cock out from the pant leg where it’s been tucked away for nearly an hour now. He takes your hand with his fingers gently wrapped around, and guides it towards his erection. 

The skin is silken soft as your fingers brush along the length, and within seconds you feel him add his own spit collected on his fingers to use as lube - making your hand glide along him in languid strokes behind your head, and the sounds of his moans soon follow. 

You can’t see it, but you whimper out from having the weight of him in your grasp again. You close your eyes, picturing behind your lids of what it looks like, how it feels in your mouth, how the size of it stretches you out. 

You want to put every ounce of your attention to make him feel good - to make him feel close to anything you’ve been experiencing tonight -  but once Josh starts to place careful kisses on your clit - that idea is quickly thrown out from your conscience. 

You clench in need after each brush of his lips on you. He watches you, admiring the rise and fall of your chest, loving how your breasts move as you take in those shaky breaths to ground yourself. 

He is more than aware of how sensitive you are, and makes sure to ease you into the addition of his mouth slowly. Each kiss lasts just a touch longer as he admires your pussy before his tongue graces you finally. It’s a barely-there flick when it teases you, so faint that you question if it really happened. 

You don’t wonder for long before he adds a little more pressure, making a loud moan echo throughout the large room.  You feel the smile form against you when he hears it, and you fight the temptation to squeeze the cocky bastard’s head between your legs.

The work of your hand on Danny is lazy and unfocused, and it’s not because you aren’t trying. He doesn’t seem to care, because just the feeling of your fingers around him and seeing you like this is enough to nearly send him over the edge. 

Josh guides your vulnerable little clit into the warmth of his mouth, taking his time to treat it just right as he suckles it just the way you love. Like this time is no different than the many nights spent together where he insists on making you cum over and over with his head buried between your legs with no end in sight. 

If you weren’t such a writhing mess, you would have seen Josh making eye contact with Danny as he licked across your dripping cunt with those teasingly slow stripes of his pointed tongue. 

You buck up from the sensation and your head lands across Danny’s thigh. He giggles quietly and leans down to you, letting the rasp of his voice fan across your ear, “Go ahead and tell him how you’ve been imagining my mouth on your pretty pussy.”

Josh takes this as a new challenge and changes everything that he’s doing in an instant without bothering to ease you in first. He’s now devouring you like you are his last meal he will ever taste and consume.

You’re getting so close. Josh’s frenzied laps of a flattened tongue as he dips his fingers inside of you is enough to hurl into the next crashing wave of another orgasm. 

You see a splotchy array of colors flashing behind your closed lids. It’s a weightless, out-of-body feeling as you are pulled under by the velvet-softness of Josh’s tongue. All sounds are being muffled out, but you can bet that you’re probably crying out in pleasure. 

Danny adds a final touch with a roll of your nipple between his thumb and finger after giving your breasts a squeeze in the large palm hand.

It wasn’t on purpose, but you’ve let go of Danny cock. He more focused on helping to ground you to them by letting you claw at his forearm while your other hand nearly rips Josh’s hair out by the roots. 

He fights through the pain of it with satisfied growls that vibrate through you with the pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs. He makes sure to return the favor by licking unapologetically over your overstimulated clit, causing your legs to shake violently around him. 

Josh retreats from you and stands to his feet, but doesn’t bother to wipe his mouth and face that is glistening in your shared wetness. You’re still distracted enough with trying to recover from your orgasm that you don’t realize that he had made his way back over to Danny. 

Your boyfriend stands before him and leans in, placing a hand to the back of the couch behind Danny’s shoulder. He is a little startled by the action and stiffens his body, not sure what Josh is planning to do next. 

Your boyfriend takes Danny by the chin and places a kiss on his lips. It’s chaste at first, but as he tastes you that was left on his lips, he yearns for a bit more. Josh feels generous and is more than willing to give in, deepening the next kiss. 

You’re dragged into a clearer state of consciousness when you feel a hand pull yours that has been holding Danny’s cock. You rush to sit up in confusion only to see Josh has replaced yours with his own. Danny is frozen and speechless as watches in disbelief, along with you, as Josh starts to stroke him. 

You’re quick to note that it isn’t even a technique that Josh would use on himself. It’s teasing and experimental, light but deliberate with each pump of his fist. Each twist of his wrist, the passing of his fingers over the head of Danny’s cock causes a pathetic whimper to push past his lips.

Your body doesn’t even feel like it belongs to you anymore with how much you’re struggling to bring your fatigued limbs in to sit up onto your knees. You reach forward but Josh interrupts you before your hand can touch him. 

“Sit, baby,” he instructs. 

You scoff and you slump back on your ass, pouting in disappointment that you’re not being included in whatever this was. 

“What’s the matter? Mad that I’m playing with your toy?” He mocks you, sticking his lip out in a pout that mimics your own. He emphases the words with a taunting squeeze of his hand around the tip, making Danny throw his head back so thick mane of curls cascade over his shoulders and the back of the couch.

He’s falling apart in your boyfriend’s hand and you can do nothing but be obedient and watch.

He sinks a knee onto the seat cushion beside Danny’s leg so he can lean in a tad further. When he’s close enough - close enough for Danny to catch the notes of Josh’s cologne - his tongue licks a long stripe across his jawline, causing a low moan to rumble deep in his chest. Josh doesn’t stop moving his hand as creates a trail of open-mouth kisses towards Danny’s ear.

He’s teasing him, pushing him just close enough to the cliff’s edge while making sure to pull back just enough to keep him suspended in this limbo.

“Fuck, Josh…” Danny whines, clawing at the upholstery of the couch with the dull edge of his nails. 

Josh bites at Danny’s jaw which sends a sharp hiss through his clenched teeth. Josh pulls back enough to look directly into his large, doe eyes, and says, “You don’t think I can make you feel as good as she does?” 

His voice is dripping with that cockiness you love so much. 

He doesn’t allow Danny the time needed to form a response. In a flash of a second, his tongue flicks across Danny’s upper lip, drawing him in. You’re stunned into silence as you witness your boyfriend slip his tongue into your friend’s parted mouth. 

You can tell that Danny’s still a little hesitant at first, but it doesn’t take him long before he melts completely into the kiss. Instead of losing himself, he starts the fight for dominance. With a pass of his tongue and a hand around Josh’s neck to pull him in, it’s enough to make your boyfriend moan back and fall forward a few inches. 

Danny is finding his confidence again, and breaks away, donning a playful smirk, “I’d like to see you try.”

Josh looks down at him through his lashes, biting his lip between his teeth. Showing you that he’s willing to play into Danny’s taunt by switching up the movements of his hand - but not before he leans back and lets a bead of drool fall from his mouth onto Danny’s waiting cock. 

It shines in the dim lighting as Josh spreads the added wetness from tip to base, causing a violent shudder to roll through Danny’s body.

With his brows pulled together in concentration and lips parted, his hips lift up with each stroke of Josh’s hand in a desperate chase for more. You’re struggling internally beside them without being able to touch or have him in your mouth yourself. 

This is Josh’s version of a twisted punishment wrapped up like a nice little present. 

You remember all of Danny’s tells from that night. Everything is giving him away - from the raggedness of his uneven breaths, to the little whimpers and groans breaking from his chest, and especially with the way he can’t sit still as Josh hovers over him. 

It can’t be over so soon. Josh wouldn’t let that happen just yet. 

A pitchy whine breaks free as Danny grabs Josh’s wrist, but he doesn’t stop him. 

“Don’t act so surprised,” Josh croons smugly as he grabs Danny’s chin in his hand, and the sound makes you clench your thighs together in need. He leans in to whisper into Danny’s ear, “I took notes,” just as he bites his earlobe.

Just as Danny feels himself venture near his orgasm, Josh pulls his hand away, making a breathy laugh rasp loudly from your friend’s chest. He throws his hands up into his hair in frustration, pulling it away from his sweat-dampened forehead. 

Josh chuckles proudly to himself as stands and offers a hand to you, “We don’t want to steal all the fun from our sweet girl, do we?”

You take it and he helps you off the couch and down to your knees in front of him. The greediness that you’ve been pushing down starts to overtake you. He sweeps the hair from your face, holding his hand at the crown of your head while you work to unbutton his pants. That’s when you notice the small patch of wetted fabric on his right thigh.

He’s so deliciously hard that you’re sure it’s almost painful for him to keep it hidden away for this long like he has. You’re imagining that slight salty taste of the precum that has leaked from his cock when you palm over the dampness, purposefully avoiding the throbbing erection that so desperately needs your attention. 

You graze your hands down the length of his legs and up again as you hum, teasing him, “Someone got a little excited.”

He tugs the hair from your scalp, and warns with a harsh clip of his teeth, “Watch it.”

You look at him, batting your lashes while listening closely to Danny’s heavy breathing behind you. He smiles at you for a second, but quickly follows with a push of your head towards him. 

You loop your fingers around the waistband of his pants and pull down, and you’re welcomed with the fact he’s not wearing any underwear. 

Would you expect anything different?

He groans through a heavy sigh as soon as your fingers wrap around him. You stroke him oh-so-gently, ghosting over his cock with your lips to place a kiss to the inner point of his hip. 

You’ve missed this so much. 

You lick and suck on the delicate skin, admiring across his lean stomach. The kisses tickle him as they are placed between his hips, making him squirm until you nip a collection of marks with your teeth. 

Josh always wants you to tease him. It’s his favorite game to play, but right now he needs to feel your mouth around him. He’s been holding out for far too long; he has convinced himself he has forgotten what it’s like.

Of course he wouldn’t forget. There was nothing that could ever come close in comparison. 

He bucks his hips forward, and clamps his eyes shut while releasing a low growl with a new air of dominance, “Suck it. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You smirk to yourself, but obey the demand by bringing his cock to your open lips. You give a few teasing kisses just for good measure before you lick around right at the spot where the tanned skin of his shaft meets the rosy pink tip. He’s been keeping himself rather silent until you take him into your mouth to swirl your tongue around the head. 

You pull him from your mouth with a satisfied pop! You giggle as you pump your fist around him, “Like that?”

He looks down at you through half-closed lids with that crooked smile, “Fuck... you’re such a brat.”

In the past, he would have let you take control, giving you all the time in the world to make him feel good at your own pace. But tonight he is impatient with you given all the rules you’ve broken. Once you have him back in your mouth, he pushes himself into the back of your throat in one powerful thrust with his hands tangled into your hair. 

You gag around him, but you keep him there nestled deep where he belongs. 

“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You hear Danny blurt out behind you. 

Josh is quick to answer, nearly breathless already, “She’s fine, isn’t she?” He taps your cheek with his fingers along with the question, confident you would stop him in a second if things got too much for you. 

You nod with him still in your mouth and you start to bob your head slowly to build up your rhythm. He turns the two of you enough to give Danny the perfect view. 

Just to show him what you can handle. 

The first time this little arrangement happened, he had blessed Danny by sitting back and letting you take care of his best friend, but now it was his turn.

Now this is the punishment - to remember that moment and have it so close in his grasp but still not being able to have it. Danny wraps his hand around himself to satiate the need, imagining every little detail from that night as he watches you on your knees. 

You can’t look to see what he’s doing because of the tears that have started to cloud your vision and wet your lashes. You’re stuck trying to imagine what's happening by listening to him, but you’re finding it’s too hard with your own sounds masking over him. . 

Meanwhile as he towers above you, Josh is fighting the overwhelming urge to just fuck your face, and he’s starting to lose that battle.

With his hands wound tightly into the tresses of your hair, the thrusts become more aggressive as he slams himself into the back of your throat. 

And just like the good girl you are, you take him. 

But your jaw is aching, and drool has started to drip freely from the corners of your mouth down to your chin. Your lungs are burning, silently screaming in a frantic need for a real breath that you’ve been denied.

He releases the grip on you just in time before you have to tap his leg.

He still groans in protest when you have to pull yourself off of him to catch your breath, but you’re still connected to him through the thin string of saliva starting from your lips. You bring your fingers up to wipe your mouth, and decide to mutter the praise that you know always makes him weak, “You’re just so big, Joshy.”

He would deny later how his knees nearly buckled under him when he heard those words. You lean back on your heels to look up at him to see that smirk you knew would be there. 

You’ve won him over. You can see it with the special glint in his eye and with the way he rakes in his bottom lip. 

He taps your lips with the tip of his cock that is still slick from your mouth against your lips, and he breathes, “Yeah? You think so?”

You reply only with an eager nod. 

“Don’t tell me you’re calling it quits now, princess.”

You shake your head and utter a faint, “No.” 

He rolls his hips forward, sliding himself along your flattened tongue once your mouth opens again, “Mmm, that’s my good girl.”

Josh quickly finds a rhythm he’s satisfied with. Danny can no longer sit back and just watch the two of you. He tests another boundary by grazing his hand across your shoulders to sweep away the hair that  has fallen out of Josh’s grasp.

Seeing this, Josh releases all for him to hold. To have both of their hands on you like this is threatening to distract you entirely. 

Josh doesn’t stop there. He places his hand over Danny’s, the one that’s keeping the hair from your face in a makeshift ponytail. The resistance of it lets him push into the back of your throat just a little deeper. 

You’ve broken so many rules tonight that you just want to redeem yourself to him; to fight back the limitations of your body. You couldn’t possibly survive another week if he holds out on you again, but you’re being pushed to the very brink as the seconds tick on  by. 

He lets go of Danny's hand, and the tips of his fingers graze beneath your chin, lifting your face with a caring nudge so you’re no longer treating him to the pleasure of your mouth. The pad of his thumb rubs across your swollen, wet bottom lip as he looks down at you in admiration. 

Josh bends down and takes your hands in his to bring you up to your feet, supporting you as you balance yourself on your shaky legs. You wince from the soreness coming from your knees that you have been able to ignore until now.  

You’re a little out of it still as you catch your breath, but he turns you to face away from him. He brushes the hair from your shoulder to place hot kisses along the bare skin and you catch the sight of Danny still seated on the couch.

It’s really the first time you have looked into each other’s eyes since he first walked into the living room tonight. The deep coffee-colored irises are carrying the same look of desire and longing, but now with the new touches of jealousy that wasn’t quite there before. 

Josh sits on the couch with his hands still placed around your waist. He kisses the small of your back before leading you onto his lap, taking the time you need to find the right position. With an arm wrapped around your waist, he takes his other hand to his cock that’s pressing up between your legs. 

You brace yourself as he coats the head through your slick, and he slips effortlessly through your folds. He pushes himself to your entrance, letting you take the control of lowering yourself onto him.

Josh pushes himself to the hilt, earning a sinful cry from you. It’s been a long time since he has felt this, too. So with the way your mouth made him feel with how your walls are wrapping tightly around him, he can’t help the pitchy whine that breaks free. 

Danny finally stands to his feet and starts to undress in front of you. He reaches above and takes a handful of his t-shirt from between his shoulder blades to pull it over his head in one swift motion. He takes another step forward and brings his hands to the band of his jeans, and whips out the belt from the loops and tosses it across the floor. This whole time his cock is still out in the open with the zipper of his pants pulled down. 

He kicks his boxers and jeans off just as he stands before you. You reach out to him, taking a hold of his hip to bring him in closer. With your open hand you feel across his stomach that’s twitching under your palm. You pet over each dip and rise of his ribs as he takes in steadying breaths, traveling to the trail of coarse, dark  hair leading from his navel down. 

He leans down to kiss you and you are able to taste yourself on his soft lips. He is much gentler than Josh was with you as he teases the tip of his tongue across your bottom lip. You welcome him the second you feel it, taking the role of being the greedy one. 

Josh’s fingers nudge into your jaw so you break away thinking that he was wanting to kiss you but he didn’t. To your surprise, you weren’t pulled away from Danny for that reason. 

You thought he was going to kiss you but instead, he pulls in Danny from the back of his neck. It takes Danny off guard as well, but he welcomes it. 

Josh purrs in pleasure, breaking the kiss, “She tastes sweeter on your lips.”

Danny whines on Josh’s full lips and mumbles a desperate plea, “Please…can I feel her too? Please, Josh?”

A grin spreads across Josh’s mouth when he realizes he has Danny right where he wants him, “She is addicting, isn’t she?”  

Danny can’t help but let out a pitiful whimper in response. 

Josh caresses Danny’s cheek with a sweep of his knuckles, “You’re just as pretty as she is when you beg.”

Danny takes that as permission and bends down to wrap his hands around your thighs and lifts you up in a fluid

motion, bringing you around his waist. You instantly lock yourself around him in fear that you might fall, but you feel secure once Danny has a stronger hold on you. 

You remember this feeling, being in his arms again. However, the last time you didn’t feel his cock pressing up against you like it is now. He’s waited long enough to have you that he doesn’t waste the time to tease you before lining himself with your pussy. 

You think for a second to brace again  for it when you feel the head slide effortlessly back and forth through your folds, but the feeling of his lips attaching himself to your skin as he buries his face into your neck takes all your focus. You’re still so wet, and now that you’ve been stretched out by Josh - he slips right in without much resistance. 

At least he does at first until you’re greeted with the familiar sting of him bottoming out. You do your best to lift your hips while he tries to thrust up, but it proves to be useless. It takes all your strength just to hold onto his shoulders and keep your legs locked tightly around his back. 

He walks back towards the couch, staggering a step or two but manages to carry you far enough to lay you across the cushions. You melt into the furniture, embracing the new comfort of his weight of his body laying on top of you. 

He takes a second to find the right angle with his legs nudging underneath your thighs, but soon enough his hips begin rocking into you. The intoxicating warmth of his cock filling you up takes you over and your legs wrap around his waist once more to pull him even deeper. Your hand finds a place around the bicep of the arm that’s holding above you and you feel the muscle flex with each thrust. 

He’s measured with his movements, but you’re not sure if it’s because he’s already so close or if it’s because he wants to be careful with you - or that it's a combination of the two. 

You glance up to watch his face. You want to take in how his brows are sewn tightly together in concentration, causing a little crease between them. You bask in his pants sending warm puffs of air past his lips onto your skin. 

It’s like he’s forgotten about everything else but just you. Just the feeling and embrace of you. 

Josh is quick to remind him that it isn’t just the two of you. His presence is felt as he walks up from behind you, and you search for him with an open hand above your head until you feel his bare stomach. 

Your knuckles drag along the skin, making him release a pleased sigh. “You miss me?”

Danny sits up, disconnecting your legs around his back so he can lift you up farther onto his lap. He curses under his breath at the new angle, captivated with the way you’re lying beneath him. 

 Josh sees the admiration in his friend’s eyes for you. “You should see yourself, baby,” he praises and by the raised pitch of his voice, you can hear that he’s getting close.

 “You really are fucking gorgeous taking us like this,” Danny agrees, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your clit.

The strokes of your hand on Josh are listless and uneven. He takes over for you, pumping his first over his cock with an expert hand. It doesn’t take much before he finds himself in the throws of his release.

He curses under his breath with a final thrust through his hand, “Holy shit.” 

At first you flinch the spurts of his hot cum covers across your naked breasts, but only for a second as you welcome the reward. 

Danny falls forward into you, and you’re startled by the feeling of his tongue licking across your hardened nipple, tasting the mess that is left there. It yanks you from your daze to see Josh holding back Danny’s hair from his face. 

You can’t even begin to form a thought from what you experience before he swipes his finger across your other breast and brings it to your mouth. You take it in without question, licking the familiar taste of Josh on your tongue, sucking around his finger as much as you can. 

Danny’s eyes roll back from the sensation of your mouth as he loses the last shred of control he might have been holding on to. He’s not paying attention to rules, to the arrangement, to any of the boundaries that may or may not be in place. 

He’s accepting the fact he’s falling apart while deep inside you. He forgets he needed to pull out. That he should finish on your stomach or even your chest to mix with what Josh has left. 

But he doesn’t. 

In a second before either one of you could react, he releases inside your soaked cunt, filling you up with the warmth of his cum in a couple staggered thrusts of his hips. 

That was not the plan.

For what seems like hours, the three of you sit in silence as you collectively come down from the height of your pleasure. You are overcome with the feeling of Danny’s release starting to leak from you in addition to what’s been left across your chest. Danny hasn’t looked at either of you, opting to keep his head down as he regains his composure. 

He withdraws from you and you know he's processing what just happened because that’s where your own mind is at. With the stiff, rigidness of his body, it’s obvious that he’s nervous to look up at Josh. 

He finally speaks to break the silence, but stutters over the apology, “Josh, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I know she’s yours and, b-but I just couldn’t-“

Josh cuts him off with his fingertips brushing across Danny’s cheek to shush him. “‘Shhh.”

Danny looks up at him wearing a face or confusion from the reaction. 

Josh lets out a fucked-out giggle and sighs, “I think it’s safe to say that she might be yours now, too.”

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Pink Lemonade Masterpost

Pairing: Sam x female!reader

Word Count: wip  

Summary: Being a counselor at your childhood summer camp had been your dream since you were little and you had a specific vision of how it would go when it finally happened. You had not, however, planned to make an immediate enemy.

WARNINGS (eventual): tobacco use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, drama af. 

please note that this story will not be set to a posting schedule and is subject to be posted whenever the hell i feel like it <3

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PART SIX

[alwysthre]

Teenage Wasteland

On the sixth day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A steamy Christmas Resort meet cute with praise kink!Sammy!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Snowflakes of Love" by Toni Braxton

Trope: Christmas Resort

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, praise kink

Words: 2.8k

Author's Note: Sorry it's late tonight... I had such a fierce craving for melted cheese that I grappled with myself about ordering some cheese sticks forever before I gave into the craving, and that took some time off my hands. Whoops! Here you go, though, and I hope everyone who's planning on watching the concert tonight has fun!

18+ / MINORS DNI

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If there was ever a time that you were glad your mother seemed to have partied herself into someone else’s bed, it was now. Because somehow, someway, you'd managed to party the sexiest man you’d ever seen into yours. And if there had been someone in your shared room, you wouldn’t have his lips at your throat, his hands sliding up your dress to your breasts, or his rock hard cock against your hip as you tugged him into the room.

And that would have been the biggest damn tragedy you’d ever experienced.

“Thank god she’s not here,” you sighed, leading him to the bed in a way you hoped didn’t reveal just how desperate you were to feel him on your skin. “We’d have had to fuck in a storage closet if she was.”

He chuckled, precisely undoing what few buttons were connecting his shirt, and then gently put his hand over yours as you struggled with your dress zipper. “I’d have done it anywhere, anytime. All you had to do was say the words,” he purred, taking over for you. 

 Sam. He’d said his name was Sam.

…

Being pushed into a stranger’s arms was something that had its merits, at times. Like in movies, where a strong, sexy firefighter catches you as you’re pushed into the street. Or when it was a billionaire playboy just destined to fall for you.

But when it was very reminiscent of a scene from “High School Musical,” and all eyes were on you as the DJ felt the need to point out that no one had asked you to dance as the clock counted down to Christmas – no. This was not one of those times.

The only thing keeping you from bolting the second attentions were turned away was the fact that the man you’d been pushed into was one of the most beautiful creatures you’d ever been close enough to touch. 

That fact was the one that had you chuckling, uncharacteristically hesitant, as your partner moved into position, fumbling a little bit with hand placement at first but quickly getting into the swing of things. “Um…sorry that you were pressured into this, it was a real dick move of the DJ,” you scoffed, voice a little small and insecure.

But the man just stared at you, confusion twisting his mouth into a slight smile. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice happy and welcoming and warm. “The DJ’s my main man Danny – I asked him to do this.”

You felt your face heat under the festive red and green spotlights swinging around the room. “Wha-- wait, really?” 

Doubt poured out of every pore in your body, it seemed, and the handsome stranger took his hand from yours to cross his heart. “I’m being totally serious. I couldn’t let a pretty thing like you walk away without a partner,” he flirted, coming in close enough that you could smell his cologne.

'Expensive' was what it smelled like.

“Well,” you responded, relaxing a bit in the lowering tensions. Something about this man was strangely comfortable. “Here I am, stranger.”  There was no harm in flirting back a little, right? It was one of the last days you had at the resort - you could live what precious days you had left of your teenage years out in true 'teen dream' fashion.

“Hopefully not for long," the man said, leading you around the dance floor in a simple step-and-rock. "My name is Sam, and I think this Christmas, Santa might have actually put me on the nice list for once.”

…

“You work wonders with that little mouth of yours,” Sam groaned, hand laced through your hair as you bobbed up and down on his dick. Every time you hit a good spot with a wet swipe of your tongue, he jerked; not up into your mouth, though – almost away from your mouth. “Don’t make me cum too soon, pretty thing, I have to wrap the gift before I give it.”

You had to pull off to giggle, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. “Your dick’s a gift now, huh? I think,” you said, demurely crawling up his thin body, “that maybe I should be the judge of that.”

Sam’s hands wandered up and down your curves as you kissed him, hot and heavy and deep. It felt like you were finally getting that moment that all the coming of age films put in the minds of impressionable pre-teens: a party, a handsome stranger, a sloppy makeout session, and the promise of more all as you kept glancing towards the door to make sure your Mom didn’t come back.

“Condom’s in my wallet,” Sam panted, breaking away from your red, swollen lips after searching every inch your mouth had to offer with his tongue. After getting up so that he could retrieve it and put it on, he crawled over you, his long, beautiful hair curtaining you both from the impersonal décor of the resort room. “But I bet I can prove it to you,” he said, in what was supposed to be arrogance, you thought, but the slight shake and nervous voice crack gave you the idea that despite his beauty, he either didn’t do this much or was a little bit on the inexperienced side.

When his fingers met your core, though, and delved into you before hooking and stroking like he’d crafted each nerve himself– there was nothing inexperienced about this skill of his at all.

…

“It’s just me, my older sister and my uncle here,” Sam said, lowering himself into the hot tub in just his boxers. Neither of you had wanted to take the trip to get your swimsuits, so you decided to risk being caught and just stripped to your underwear, not even trying to hide the fact that you were both looking as the other took off their clothes. “My twin older brothers were supposed to come, too, but then they– well, it’s not important what they did, but my parents grounded them.”

“Wait,” you said, brow furrowing. “How old are you? How old are they?” You didn’t want to accidentally prey on someone under 18 just because they looked older than you.

Sam gave a little quirk of a smile. “I’m 19, they’re 22. But they weren’t about to tell my mom and dad to fuck off.”

That was a relief to hear. About his age - although you supposed it was also a good thing that his brothers still listened to their parents, too. “It’s my mom and I,” you replied, going back to the original conversation. “Her girlfriends all pitched in and got her and I this trip as a Christmas gift. And my mom needed a vacation.” You thought back to the year behind you and some of the trials and tribulations you’d both gone through, but specifically her, and wondered if they were really something that should be shared with a complete stranger. Especially one who was obviously down for some extended nighttime activities, from how he’d been flirting.

“Something on your mind?”

You blinked back to the present and chuckled, shaking the thoughts off. “It’s nothing. So you said you’re in a band, huh? Any good?”

Sam’s eyes lit up, and you wondered if they’d been successful at all or not – he still loved doing it, so it seemed. “I dunno, ask our Grammy.”

…

As Sam’s hips pistoned in and out of you, you let out a quiet mewl every time he pushed in to the hilt. His breaths were even more labored, and he was panting like a dog into your neck while he pawed at your tits and grabbed at your hips for more purchase, like he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to use his hands for first.

You stood by your earlier theory, that maybe he didn’t have quite as much experience as that cocky facade was there to make you think he did, but the sex was good, he had more than enough length and girth to keep you stretched out and filled up, and you could see your orgasm on the horizon.

So, even though he didn’t seem to need it, you dug into your little box of kinks you had and began to let out praises and encouragement, excited to see what kind of reaction they’d get you. With your lips at his ear, you said, “God, Sam, you fill me up so well. They say if they’re hot, they can’t fuck, but they’ve clearly never met you.”

Sam’s grip tightened on you and he whined, his hips picking up speed. But he was a rockstar; it really wasn’t a surprise that he craved attention and validation from others. He readjusted his position and flipped your around to your hands and knees, slipping and sliding around a bit when he tried to re-enter you from behind. “I wouldn’t be half as good of a fuck if this pussy wasn’t made to take my cock.” He found purchased and didn't hold back like he had the first time.

You groaned and hung your head low, letting your body shake with each thrust into you and desperately hoping that these walls were thick enough for the sake of your neighbors. “Tonight it was,” you agreed, brushing off the fact that you’d likely never see him again after. “Oh shit, Sam, right there– yes, fuck, you’ve got it! Keep hitting me right there and I’ll cum for you,” you promised readily, knowing that you would if he kept catching your g-spot like that. “All over that perfect cock, pretty boy.”

Your plea was low and your promise sincere, but Sam wanted more. “Yeah? How good am I making you feel?” He was shamelessly fishing for more compliments, and you were more than glad to give them.

“Well, I’m about to cum, if that answers it,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Not very many men can make me cum from just their cock alone.”

With a boost of confidence, Sam set his sights on that goal and used your shoulder as a handle to pull you back with, hitting deeper than he had before. It was enough to put you teetering on the edge, and if he could just hold off for a few more well-placed thrusts, you’d fall. “You call me pretty, you make me feel like a sex-god – I don’t know where you’re from, but I’m following you there,” he murmured, his bony, callused fingers digging in harder as his rhythm faltered for a second, then picked up again. 

“You’re so pretty, Sam,” you said honestly. 

He seemed to really like all your affirmations, and this time, they were all true – which wasn’t something you could say for all the men you’d been with. There had been times you praised and flattered them just so that you could get yourself off afterwards, since all men were suckers for compliments. 

Sam, though, hit all your checkmarks and then some. He hummed out something that sounded vaguely like, “More,” but the toll of exertion garbled it.

Either way, you were only more than happy to say ‘more.’ “The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe you’re in my bed tonight. The faces you make, even how you–" you were interrupted by a flash of pleasure as he did something with his hips that was no beginner's move, "--how you look fucking sweating– god, I could look at you forever.” Sam’s hips jerked directly into your g-spot then, and it was all you needed to arch your back and gasp, quickly reaching down to circle your clit and extend the orgasm that overtook you. Sam let out a strangled moan from behind you and, with a few more uneven thrusts, buried himself deep inside of you and pulsed, filling up the condom he’d donned. 

As both of you caught your breaths, you shakily lowered yourself down to your forearms and Sam followed, trying to chase the warmth of your cunt that he didn’t seem quite ready to leave, yet. You felt his weight settle on top of you, and the pressure across your body felt…really nice. Like an extra-weighted blanket that kissed your neck and had a hummingbird heartbeat that you could feel where it was pressed to your shoulder blade.

“I’m gonna have to leave soon, aren’t I?” he said softly, dread clear in his tone.

You chuckled from underneath him. “Maybe. But not right now. Right now, you stay right where you are.”

He listened readily, even if he did eventually pull away to take the condom off and hide it in a piece of toilet paper. When he returned, he sat next to you instead of climbing back on top, and you missed his warmth, but you were also tuckered out, and once Sam started trailing his hand up and down your spine, you didn’t know you’d fallen asleep until you woke up, alone in the room.

The door slipped shut – you figured that was what woke up, and the dark shape that turned out to be your mom whispered, “Sorry!” as you sat up, a different name than hers on your lips.

Oh well. It was bound to happen, so you didn’t let the fact that Sam had left without a goodbye keep you from returning to sleep. After you dragged yourself up and to the bathroom, because a UTI was enough to keep you from sleeping again, wrapped in the blanket you’d brought and hoping that your mom didn’t know you were naked underneath it as you passed each other in the room.

…

Considering that you were the one that was supposed to be jumpy after a night out, you found your mom’s behavior strange the next morning at breakfast. Restless, searching, and barely touching her plate, you raised your brows as she acted like a kid on Christmas. Which was apt, considering that it was Christmas. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking towards the door where she’s fixed her eyes.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “I just…met someone last night?”

A smile spread out across your lips. Because it definitely hadn’t been obvious this morning when she came in smelling like a man, and that thought wiped the smile right off your lips. Because if you could smell her date’s cologne…then shit.

“That’s cool,” you replied mildly. The last thing you wanted to do was give off the impression that you expected anything from her, whether that be a committed relationship or for her to be celibate until she died. She deserved happiness in whichever form it found her, and you weren’t going to let her worry for you ruin anything. 

She smiled, then, real big and genuine. “There he is! Act cool, act cool!” 

“You’re the one freaking out!” you giggled, ducking away with your toast as she batted at you. Turning your head to look over your shoulder in order to see her mystery man, you cocked it with what little neck movement you had left. You didn’t know him, that was for sure. Never seen him before in your life. But something about him was…familiar. 

He greeted you mom with a big smile as well and a smooth kiss to her cheek when she stood up to give him a quick, bashful hug, sneaking in glances at you as she did. “Y/N…this is Joe.”

Not to be taken lightly, you stood up – still shorter than the stranger, but trying to impose your presence by being the first to put your hand out. “Hi, Joe.”

The man looked at you with a glint in his eye that you could have sworn you’d seen somewhere else. The TV? An ad? Who knew, but it was making your eye twitch that you didn’t have an answer. 

“Hello, Y/N – I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” He only grinned at your posturing on him. “My niece and nephew were getting ready in their room when I left, so they should be coming in a few minutes. They’re about your age, I think.” You nodded, still not breaking eye contact with this ‘Joe’ guy. “So that…you know, you won’t have to be stuck in our boring, adult-conversation world.”

Satisfied that you’d at least made him stutter, you smiled sweetly at him. “Right. Taxes and all, huh?” and sat down right as he let out a booming laugh that ended with, “There’s the sleeping beauties! Y/N, my Darling Date,” he said, motioning to your mom, who blushed at the name, “this is my niece, Ronnie, and my nephew, Sam.”

Your head nearly snapped backwards, and your mom moved in to shake their hands – sure enough, it was the beautiful boy who’d snuck out of your room just a few hours before and a girl that shared some of the exact same features that you also picked out on their uncle, and he was grinning like the sun had taken refuge in a puppy dog that had been turned into a human by a fairy or some shit.

While your mom cooed over his sister, you stood up so that you were face to face with Sam. He didn’t take his eyes of yours as he stuck his hand out. “Hi. I’m Sam, and I think Santa finally put me on the nice list this year.”

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