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crying ilysm 🫶🏼

i have worn a hematite ring on my left thumb for four years. i wore it to ward off negative energy and help bring positivity. usually when you lose/break a crystal item, it means it has served its purpose and you no longer need it.

i lost that ring during a trip to philadelphia with my three best friends. i think that’s very fucking poetic.

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he was so smiley in LR 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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i wanna motorboat him

I-… He-…When-… *breaths heavily*

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Fresh || J.M. Kiszka

pairing: josh kiszka x reader

word count: 2308

warnings: 18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI! oral (m/f receiving), fingering. mullet!josh.

summary: josh surprises you with a new haircut, and he receives a good review.

a/n: i haven’t written smut in so long, but somehow the new cut has inspired me to make this. i apologize if this is lack luster, but hey, it’s a valiant effort in my opinion.

You have spent the past few months following Josh and the band around on tour with few and brief breaks in between. Currently, the band was on a ten-day break from the second North American leg of the tour, allowing you to find some reprieve in your home. Normally you would spend this time catching up on laundry, clearing out old food that went bad in the fridge while you were away, or with Josh to make up for some alone time.

Josh was out of the house for the day to do some studio work and “run some errands,” as he said. One of the errands included going to the hairdresser. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him to do since he would go every so often to get the dead ends off for his hair to maintain its signature shape. Ever since you and Josh started dating, he has stayed consistent with his hairstyle. It would change from being a bit too short or a bit too long every now and then, but nothing super crazy. You were obviously aware of his former hairstyles, but you were only used to his current style.

It was about 3pm when you decided to call it a day on doing chores. You knew you probably should have kept going, but you had nothing else to do for the next few days and decided to pace yourself. You were in the midst of watching TV when Josh called your phone.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, hun, I just left the hairdresser and I’ll be home in about 15 minutes. I have to drop Sammy off first.” Josh said.

“You won’t believe what Josh did!” Sammy shouts from the passenger seat. Your brows furrowed at his statement.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Josh affirmed, “He means nothing. I’ll see you soon.” You exchanged your replies and ended the call.

The hell did Josh do? You thought. You became unnecessarily unsettled by Sam’s comment. He probably didn’t mean anything by it and just wanted to create drama for fun. Before Josh left for the morning, he didn’t mention what he was doing with his hair. Even when he had intentions of booking an appointment, he didn’t express his desire to possibly change his hair. You refocused your attention on your show when you heard the front door unlock. The couch in your living room faces away from the front door, having you to fully turn your body around to look at Josh.

“Hello,” Josh drew out the last syllable like a note. Instantly your jaw dropped, eyes going wide. Josh stopped in his tracks, “What’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’ That’s ‘what's up,’” You pointed at his hair. He had buzzed the sides of his hair making his hair into a mullet. It looked very similar to how his hair looked during the early days of the band, which you have shamelessly expressed your love for.

Josh ran his hand on the freshly shaved sides around his ears, blushing a bit. You darted up from your spot on the couch and made your way over to him. Your hands replaced his as you ran your hands through his curls, fingertips brushing the rough sides.

“Do you like it?” Josh asked softly. You nodded your head, lower lip caught in your teeth suppressing your smile.

“Is this a one or a two?” You asked as you rubbed the sides of his head.

“I think a one, why?”

“Just in case you inevitably ask me to retouch this.” He grabbed your wrists and pulled them off of his hair.

“You think I’m going to let you near my head with clippers?”

“Why? What’s so wrong with that thought?” You laughed at the way Josh’s eyes became like saucers at the concept. He raised his eyebrow at you to remind you of what he means.

A couple months ago, Josh was in the process of shaving and touching up his facial hair. You were sitting on the counter as he was about to begin when you asked him if you could try. Josh shaved with a typical razor, which you weren’t a stranger to. All you had to do was clean up around the edges of his goatee and trim it along with his mustache. However, you shaved a bit too close to the goatee, making it uneven for a bit.

“Nope. That’s it. Never again.” Josh protested as he shoved you out of the bathroom as you were in tears from laughing. Since then, you weren’t the first on Josh’s list to fix his hair.

“I said I was sorry!” You said to Josh, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “It grew back!”

“Yeah, but it looked funky for a while.”

“Josh, no one noticed unless they were really looking at you.”

“Babe, you do realize what I do for a living, right?” You scoffed at his response and went back to running your hands through his hair. You loved doing that any other day, but now there was something new to explore. His hair was always nice to touch. The curls felt the same as they always do, but the shaved sides added a touch of roughness to it. It was very comfortable. Very new. Very… Josh.

“You really do like it, don't you?” He said, his voice dropping a tone.

“You look very sexy,” you said, trying to match him. He raised his hand to your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands moved down to the nape of his neck to pull him closer, tugging the hairs as you do. A groan bubbled from the back of Josh’s throat, leading him to fassen his arms around your waist to pull you close to him. The close proximity caused you to lean back as Josh went forward. You pull away for a second as Josh followed your lips, not wanting to lose your touch.

“This won’t affect your performance, will it?” you whispered. He tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth.

“No,” he breathed, “if anything, it might enhance it.” Quicker than you could register, Josh picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He let you down on your bed, as gently as he could amidst his growing excitement. Josh began to leave sloppy, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbones. He grabbed the end of your shirt and tugged it over your head, exposing your chest to him. Josh has seen it more times than he can count, and yet he looks at it in pure wonder each and every time.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his words becoming muffled as he began to leave marks across your chest. He sucked on your nipple, while kneading the other with his free hand. As much as you enjoyed the sensation, you grabbed Josh’s face to make him look at you.

“You know, my intentions were to worship you and make you feel good in your new haircut.”

“And you will,” He punctuated the sentence with a kiss to your jaw, “But good girls wait their turn.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed you back to lay flat on the bed. He didn’t waste time on getting your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Josh instantly notices the little damp spot that grew within the past few minutes.

“You never fail to blow me away,” he said, in pure and genuine awe. He began to leave more marks along your hips and lower stomach before he tugged off your underwear. He reached for your legs to leave marks on your thighs to match the others. You felt his breath inch closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Josh placed your legs over his shoulders as he kissed around your pelvis, leaving an open mouth kiss on your clit.

You whimpered at the sensation, already anticipating what’s to come. Josh flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up your core, collecting your arousal. He pulls back and looks at your heat as if he’s looking at an exhibit in a museum.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he breathed, his voice dark and low.

“I’ve been ever since you walked through the door.”

“The new hair really does turn you on, huh?”

“You have no idea what you do to me every single day.” Josh flashed an almost wicked smile before he continued what he started.

Josh’s mouth latched onto your sensitive bud, sucking relentlessly. An almost animalistic moan escaped your mouth at the sensation. You were no stranger to Josh’s mouth, but you’d be lying if you denied that he amazed you every single time.

The feeling of his tongue devouring your arousal was almost too much to bear. Before you could gain stability, Josh inserted a finger. Your legs locked around his head, feeling the rough shaved sides on your thighs. You lessened your grip, not wanting to smother him. He paused, moving your leg back to him.

“Don’t move, I want them there.”

“I don’t want to suffocate you,”

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

“Fuck, Josh!” you yelled. “God, that’s so good.” Josh looked up to see your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your hands found purchase within his curls, trying to get him closer without taking total control. He inserted another finger, pumping in and out, hitting the spot where you needed most. Your back arched as you let out a breathy moan.

“You are absolutely incredible, doll,” Josh said.

“Josh, I need you,” you said, practically in a whisper.

“I know, babe, I know,” he proceeded to take you to the edge. He can sense you were close. “Let go for me. I need to taste all of you.”

You finished in a whirlwind. Your mind went hazy as you were slowly coming back down. You sat up and immediately reached for Josh, locking your mouths together. There was nothing graceful about your kiss. Teeth clashing, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. You tasted yourself on his tongue, only turning you on more than you were before. You pulled his shirt over his head, insisting he had way too many clothes on.

You moved your mouth along the expanse of his jaw and neck. “Now can I show you how much you affect me?” Your hand moving slowly down his chest to cup his cock. His breath shuttered at the contact.

“Who would I be to refuse?” You pushed him back to lay flat on his back, switching positions you were in before. You kissed your way down his chest, giving extra attention to his stomach. You could spend the entire night leaving marks on his torso if granted the chance.

You pulled down his boxers and pants, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you. He was aroused beyond belief, precum dripping off the tip. You looked up at him one last time to ask permission to proceed. Josh looked at you and winked, giving you all you needed.

You took him in your hand, taking just the tip in your mouth. You teased it with your tongue, licking off his arousal. You slowly moved your mouth down his pulsing cock, bobbing your head. You moved your hand in tandem as you worked him closer to his end.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Josh moaned. He bit down on his bottom lip, as if to stifle himself. You looked up through your lashes and noticed.

“No, no, baby,” You briefly crawled back up to his face, taking his lip from his teeth with your thumb. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you,” He breathed, “So badly.” Without hesitation, you took him back in your mouth until he reached your throat. You reached under with your free hand to cup his balls. A guttural moan escaped Josh, his eyebrows knitting together at the feeling. He was always very receptive to you and it served as perfect encouragement.

You continue to bob your head up and down, taking him as far as you can. You could feel him throbbing on your tongue and his thighs flexing; he was close.

“I’m going to cum, where do you want me?” He says, shallow breaths spacing his words. You removed your mouth with a vulgar pop.

“My mouth, please, I need to taste you,” You realized your response was almost verbatim to what Josh said to you, but you couldn’t help it. You meant every word of it, no matter if it seemed like you were copying his line.

After a few more pumps, Josh finished with coating your throat. You looked up and saw his abs tense as you helped him finish completely. Once he was coming down, you slowed your hand until you knew he had enough.

You crawled your way back up to him and laid on top of his chest. You were soothed by his rapid heartbeat as it tried to slow itself. Josh reached up and ran his fingers through your hair, trying to ground himself.

“Are you well?” You whispered.

“I’m more than well,” Josh answered. “Are you?”

“I’m fantastic.” You nuzzled your face in his neck, taking in the musky and comfortable scent of him.

“So, the hair has good reviews?” He asked, ruffling the top of his head with his hand.

“Oh, really great reviews,” you laughed, “Do you need me to elaborate more, or was that not clear enough?”

“Actually, I might need you to tell me again. It wasn’t entirely clear.” He flipped you around, climbing on top of you. He kissed down your neck as you laughed at his excitement.

He’s really going to be the death of you.

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taglist: @sammykiszkamyass @samkiszkasbitch @obetrolncocktails @theweightofstardust @tripthelight-fanfic @wriwrites @weightofdreams-gvf @gretavanfleas

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thinking about him today

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too much to drink

Too much to drink

pairing: jake kiszka x reader

› in which jakey has a little too much to drink and tells you how he really feels about you

› warnings; alcohol

the party was loud, too loud but you were too tipsy to care. you milled about the room talking to random people until you saw some familiar faces. jake was leaning against the island in the kitchen, along with his brother sam and bandmate danny. you walked over to them, relieved to finally find some people you actually knew well and could hold conversation with. 

you had been working with the boys for about 4 years as their stylist, so you were very close to them. you had quickly become friends with all four of them, often hanging out with them after shows and such. jake and you seemed to be closer than the rest however. the two of you had a really strong connection and clicked instantly. 

“hey sweetheart” jake slurred, obviously intoxicated.

“hello jake” you said. sam and danny looked at you laughing at their brothers drunken state. jake let his eyes wander down your body slowly while gripping his drink.

you settled into one of the chairs at the island next to danny and sam, chatting about everything from the next outfits for the upcoming tour, to what you had for lunch. jake chimed in every once in a while, not making much sense. but it was ok because he’s cute, you thought to yourself. 

“I-I’m going to get a.. another drink..” jake practically shouted in the middle of your conversation. You looked at danny. “I don’t think you need any more to drink my friend” he said. Jake began to wander towards the basement where the bar was at. “you’d better go with him y/n” sam laughed and advised you. 

you followed jake down the stairs and he made his way to the bar. 

“want anything, I’ll make you you a drink. I used to be a barte- bartender” Jake said. 

“no you didn’t jake”

“sorry I lied, I st- still make a good drink though” 

you laughed at him. he was so cute, even when he was drunk. “let’s get you some water first.” you said. you opened the fridge and got out a bottle of water and slid it over to him.

he looked disappointed but quickly forgot as he started rambling on about random things. even though he wasn’t making very much sense, you listened to him intently, leaning across the bar looking at him, admiring the way he used his hands when he would talk. he suddenly stopped talking and looked at you intensely.

“have I ever told you that you have really pretty eyes y/n?” he exclaimed.

“um, i don’t know but thank you... I guess. you have really pretty eyes too jakey.” you replied.

you couldn’t help but admit it to yourself, you liked jake. a lot. you found yourself wondering what dating him would be like, but you didn’t want to compromise your job or friendship so you kept those thoughts to yourself. but seeing jake like this, flirting with you so intensely, made you wonder if he felt the same.

“I forgot what I was saying...” he said, his gaze on you getting more and more intense. he leaned in which caught you off guard, then suddenly he fell off of the stool. Your first instinct was to go help him, but your second instinct was to laugh at him. you saw that he was ok but he just stayed on the ground laying spread out with his arms open, like he was making a snow angel.

“I meant to do that”

“sure jake”

“come lay with me y/n, it’sss actually comfy dow- down here” you looked down at him. “I think it’s time to get you home jake” you sighed. you opened your phone to call an uber, and jake began singing an incoherent tune. 

you got him up off the ground miraculously, and walked him upstairs and went to the living room where sammy and danny were. “I’m gonna get him home, he needs to get to bed.” you laughed and looked at jake. He grabbed your waist and winked at his brother and friend, obviously meaning to be discreet but failing miserably. you jokingly pushed him off and walked him out the door. he was having trouble walking down the driveway of the house so you had to help him. 

“you smell so good y/n. like flowers, or strawberries...” he trailed off again. you finally got him in the car and you were on your way. jake leaned over to you and whispered in your ear “can I tell you a secret?”

“sure jake, you can tell me anything”, you replied, nervous as to what he might have to say.

“uhhh... nevermind. I’ll tell you later.” 

when you got to his apartment you opened his door and he stumbled in. you helped him take off his shoes, which seemed to be having trouble with. you laughed at him as he flung them off of his feet and across the room. you walked with him to his bedroom and helped him get into bed. 

“you’re so pretty y/n” you didn’t know how to react after he kept complimenting you, was it because of how drunk he was? you had never seen him this way. 

“thank you jake. now goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow at tour rehearsal.” you set an alarm on his phone and set it down on his nightstand.

“ y/n, can you please stay?”

you looked at him, studying his mesmerizing features. how could you say no to that face? plus you wouldn’t mind staying the night with jake.

“sure” you said and he smiled. “I don’t have any clothes to sleep in though” you looked down at your tight top and jeans that surely would be uncomfortable to sleep in. 

“top drawer, take anything you want’ he smiled and pointed to his dresser. you opened it and found a t-shirt and his boxers. you went and changed in the bathroom, took your makeup off and brushed your teeth. you came back in the room and found jake half asleep and staring at you. “you look so cute” he slurred, still definitely drunk. you laughed and crawled into bed next to him. 

“about that secret” he said when you thought he was asleep. “yes?” you said. 

“I love you y/n” he announced.

“I...I love you too jake” you replied sure he was just drunkenly rambling. 

“No, you don’t get it” He turned to you and your faces were only inches apart. “I Love you y/n.. I think about you all the time, I think about being with you, kissing you writing songs about you, growing old with you, having kids with you. I’m not just saying this because i’ve had too much to drink y/n. I really do love you.”

you were stunned. jake loved you. and you felt the same way, you wanted to be with him. 

“I love you too jake. really I do.”

he looked at you and pulled your face into his, kissing you passionately. he tasted like tequila, but you didn’t mind. you had thought about this moment more than you’d like to admit.

you pulled away finally and said “let’s talk about this tomorrow jake.”

“ok” he hummed. he pulled you onto his chest and you cuddled up onto him. you could spend forever like this you thought.

“kids huh?” you asked

“well, only if you want. jake jr. and y/n jr.” 

you chuckled into his neck and kissed him one more time. 

“goodnight jake”

“goodnight y/n”

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in a week

inspired by a song i’ve been obsessed with lately, in a week by hozier ft. karen crowley.

in which the reader enjoys a quiet (ish) night in with jake.

warnings- none, just fluff <3

“what smells so good?” your boyfriend called from the den 

“ homemade brownies, but don’t get too excited, you know how my track record is with baking.” you heard his soft chuckle from the other room.

jake was home for the weekend after a long month of touring, interviews, and work. you two shared an apartment in nashville and have lived together for about a year now. you were so proud of him and loved seeing him in his element on stage, but you were so glad he was home. his presence put you at ease and made your days brighter. 

your music filled the kitchen as you poured yourself and jake a drink. you both loved sharing your music with each other. making shared playlists and sending songs was your love language. he had shown you some of his favorite artists and records, and you vice versa. 

“our heart beats becoming slow” hoziers voice cooed over your speaker 

you hummed the melody softly to yourself while getting ice from the fridge. you finished the drinks and brought one to your boyfriend. 

“thank you baby” he said and kissed your hand. “mhm” you said

you then got back to your brownie situation in the kitchen and continued to sing the tune.

“i’d be home with you, i’d be home with you”

the song ended and you heard the familiar sound of jake tuning his acoustic guitar. he started to pluck a few notes and you heard him repeating the hozier song.

you walked back into the den and watched him for a moment without him noticing. 

“and they’d find us in a week” jake softly sang to himself while playing the guitar part beautifully. you couldn’t understand how one person could be so talented.

jake looked up and saw you, looking slightly startled. he got shy when it came to singing, not letting a lot of people outside you and the band hear him, even though he had an amazing voice. “won’t you sing for me y/n?”

“me? but you were singing it so well...” you assured, taking a seat next to him. he looked at you in the way he always did, with complete adoration, as if he was drinking up every bit of you. “you know i like it better when you sing while i play.” he said. 

“ok, lets sing together. it’s a duet after all.” you responded. jake took a sip of his drink and looked at you again. “alright, but only because I love you so much.” you smiled and he kissed you on your nose, making you giggle.

he began to play the song, softly, putting thought into every note as always. 

we’ll lay here for years or for hours

your hand in my hand, so still and discreet

so long we’d become the flowers

we’d feed well the lamb, and worry the sheep

jakes voice was so beautiful, and you sounded so well together. you thought you could stay this way for the rest of eternity. 

i’d be home with you, i’d be home with you

you looked into his eyes as he played the last few notes. his eyes met yours and he leaned in and kissed you lovingly. “that was fun.” he said. you kissed him again. he pulled away and made a puzzled face

“whats that smell?”

“fuck, my brownies burnt” 

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a formal introduction

hi everyone! my name is stella (u can call me stel). I am stella_gvf on tiktok. I’m fairly new to tumblr but I’m gonna try this out! I love writing and I plan on majoring in english so I’m going to try writing some fics for fun <3 

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Trousers || S. Kiszka

Synopsis: While getting ready for a concert, you search through Sam’s closet for something to wear.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: alludes to sex, but that’s it.

Tagged: @theweightofstardust @samkiszkasbitch @sammykiszkamyass @kaaaaatekizska @obetrolncocktails

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You turn off the water in your shower, finally complete with your shower routine. It was only 3:30 PM and the concert wasn’t until 7:00PM. You had the entire place to yourself and wanted to take time getting ready. Sammy was going to be out all day between soundchecks and any other miscellaneous band things he needed to do. You wrapped yourself in the towel and stepped out of the bathroom to change into something to wear. You pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and one of Sam’s old t-shirts to throw on to lounge around in before you had to change into your concert outfit.

Eventually, it reached around the time you decided you should get your act together and get ready for the concert. You walked back into the bedroom to get your outfit together. What you originally had planned, you weren’t entirely set on. You began to sort through Sammy’s closet, skimming through the hangers. Sammy has had some nice pieces in his wardrobe, and he is most definitely your size. You steal his clothes all the time, so you know he wouldn’t mind you doing this. Besides, you caught him wearing one of your thrifted sweaters last week without asking. Then you spotted something in the closet that you couldn’t believe.

Red, silk pants.

You had to try them on. Even if you decided you didn’t want to wear them tonight, you had to put them on just for fun. You couldn’t believe Sammy wore, let alone owned something like this. They were a bold statement piece. You pulled them on, and they fit rather well. Of course, they were a bit long, but nothing a pair of platforms couldn’t fix. The pants paired well with a black, asymmetrical neck crop top and platform boots.

Sammy wouldn’t have been home before the concert, so you took the advantage to go all out with this outfit. You put every effort you could into your hair and makeup to match the glamour of the band’s color-coordinated outfits. Glitter, sparkles, bold colors, all of it. Nothing remained bland and plain.

Once at the concert, you still had yet to see Sammy. You and your friends found your place in the pit, becoming biased to take Sammy’s side of the stage. You were close enough for him to pick you out, but far enough that he would have to carefully scan the terrain to find you initially.

The boys came out on stage, the roar of the crowd filled the venue. You immediately shift your gaze to Sam, waiting for him to notice you. Once he finally found you, he registered your choice of outfit. A smug grin grew on his face. He immediately noticed the shiny fabric on your lower half and knew where you found them.

After the concert, you made your way backstage to find Sammy and the others. You weren’t able to find him and settled to talk to Josh for a bit until he came around.

“Those pants look familiar,” Josh noticed.

“Yeah, I found them in his closet and decided to borrow them for the night,”

“Did he know you were going to wear them?”

“No, but I think he noticed what I was wearing once he found me in the crowd,”

Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your torso. Josh took that as his queue to leave, leaving you two in your own little space amongst the very crowded backstage. You turned your head up and back to look at your boyfriend behind you.

“Where did you find these?” Sammy asked, snapping the fabric of the waistband against your skin.

“Found them deep within your closet,”

“You were snooping around my closet?”

“Of course, what else would I be doing?” Sammy laughed and placed a kiss on your cheek. He placed his hands firm on your hips to spin you around and make you face him.

“Is it bad of me to be completely jealous yet equally turned on over how you look in my pants?” Sammy scanned your body very attentively.

“Jealous?” you teased, “Jealous of what?”

“You fill out these pants far much better than I ever did,” His hands traveled to your ass, causing you to blush.

“Somehow I was able to since these are made for your petite figure,”

“Petite?” Sammy said with a tone of faux offense, “I’m petite?” You laughed at his reaction. Sammy leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Petite was not the word you were using to describe me last night,” your cheeks grew red as you playfully smacked his chest.

“By the way, I’m keeping these pants,” you informed.

“Really?” you nodded. “Those won’t last long on your body each time you wear them, I’ll tell you that much.”

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Adrenaline High

MINORS DNI !!

Words: 1.6k of pure smut. sorry. 

Based on the idea of “taking care” of Sam after a long show. He’s still high on adrenaline…

WARNINGS: Language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (m. receiving), dirty talk, pet names

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Rated: Explicit.

Disclaimer: *This is my first publicly released fic! Please do not bully me too much. I am open to any help or criticism as well. Hopefully it is not too bad though.*

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You were truly in your element, watching Sam in his element. Standing against the barricade around screaming fans just watching all the boys get into their zone, playing the music they love was truly one of your happy places. But, you and the boys held a secret that none of the fans around you knew. 

You and Sam Kiszka were dating. It was extremely lowkey and you somehow have kept the secret from all the people around you. You had grown up in Frankenmuth with the boys and watched them evolve into the musicians they are today. You and Sam have never dated until a few months ago when he came to visit his home, and you two caught up at a party. You both sat outside on the deck of the house catching up on each other’s lives after highschool and immediately hit it off. You tell all your friends and family that you’re just a big fan of them and their music, which is true, but that’s your excuse to follow them around on tour. 

The boys finished their set, waving and blowing kisses out to the crowd. Your heartbeat started to race and your anticipation was building. You knew Sam was still going to be riding his adrenaline high and you knew exactly what he wanted after a show. Your need started growing during the show as well, watching Sam thrust into his bass as he was deep into the music. You couldn’t help the dirty thoughts racing through your mind. 

You started to make your way backstage and showed the security your wristband on your way in. Making your way down the long, winding hallways on the way to Sam’s dressing room, strong hands grabbed you by your waist into a corridor. You were about to scream before a calloused hand covered your mouth and pushed your back against a wall. The hand that wasn’t over your mouth grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head in one swift move. You looked up, and Sam’s pupils dilated making eye contact with yours. 

“Were you just looking for me, pretty girl?” Sam’s gravelly voice echoed in the empty hallway.  

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, catching your lips with his as he moved his hand to your lower back. You two shared a rough kiss, teeth clashing and tongues making their way into each other’s mouths. You could feel how needy he was through the kiss and him rutting into your hips, feeling him growing more by the second against your thigh. 

“God I need you so bad.” He growled. 

He quickly lifted you up and your legs straddled his waist as your arms clasped around his neck. You continued to sloppily kiss, not hiding your moans as he gripped your ass. He walked you both into his dressing room and threw you down onto the couch in the middle of the room. You watch him eagerly as he walked to lock the door, then turn around to stare at you, his eyes full of desire. 

“You think you can just eye fuck me the whole concert and look that good without me noticing? Oh pretty girl, you’re so wrong. And you know what’s funny? All those other girls there and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He smirked.

He made his way over to the couch, a tent growing larger in his red satin pants. He dropped his embroidered jacket on the floor exposing his gleaming chest and sat on the cushion right next to you. Grabbing your legs, he hoisted you onto his lap. Instinct took over and you immediately started grinding against his growing length, hitting you in all the right spots. 

“Sam.-” You got cut off by your own moan. “I want to take care of you. Please, will you let me take care of you?”

He stopped your movements and looked you in the eyes with hunger.  

“You sure baby? You don’t have to do that.” he said, his voice sounding more conflicted than his eyes looked. 

“Yes, Sam. Please.” You whined as you inched down to get on your knees in front of him. 

Looking at him through your eyelashes you unbutton his pants, and pull them down along with his underwear. His cock springs up and hits his bare stomach, him watching your every move. 

You grab his length and lick a long strip starting at the base and ending at the tip. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned and then gasped as you swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting his precum and took all his length into your mouth. You sucked in your cheeks and began moving your head up and down as much as you could, letting your right hand aid you at his base.

Watching him through hooded eyelids, he threw his head back as a guttural moan ripped through him as his adam’s apple bobbed. He fisted your hair into a ball, moving it out of your face while he watched you with pure bliss. 

“Shit. Y/N I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” 

You slowly started releasing from his length, the noise of a loud pop and his moans echoing around the room as you took your mouth off him, smirking at him innocently. 

“You’re so perfect. Such a perfect girl for me. I just can’t get enough of you. Come lay down on the couch for me, baby.” He rambled. 

You obeyed, and moved to lay down on the couch as he stood up. You got comfortable on your back while Sam stood above you lazily pumping his cock with his hand. You couldn’t resist snaking your hand down and cupping your heat over your pants while watching him with desire. 

“I don’t think so, princess.” He tsked. “That’s my job.” He put his legs on either side of yours while his hands worked to take off your top. Not wearing a bra came into your favor tonight. He threw your top behind him then worked on your pants, underwear, and shoes. Placing soft kisses down your legs as he took the material off, you whimpered with need. He threw your pants over to your shirt and then turned to look at you. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He stated as he stared at your body with adornment sparkling in his eyes.

You smiled, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. He started to grind his length against your aching core. 

“Already so wet for me. This is all for me?” He asked, but he already knew the answer.

“Yes Sam, all for you. Now please fuck me, I can’t stand it anymore.” You begged. 

“Such a needy baby. You’ve been so good to me, I guess I’ll give you what you want” He leaned down to kiss your pulse point on your neck. 

He thrusted into you, swallowing your moan with a kiss as you felt him fill you. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust. As you relaxed beneath his touch more, he started to fuck you at an unrelenting pace.

“Fuck! Sam oh my god.” You cried out. His hips snapped against your skin quickly as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, hitting you even deeper. 

“I know, baby. I know. You’re doing so well taking my cock like a good girl.” 

His breath faltered as you clenched around him and moaned at his words. The veins in his arms and hands were straining against his skin as he held himself up next to your head as his core muscles flexed. 

His long hair dangling down gave his face the most beautiful shadow as he watched you unravel at his pace with fucked out eyes. You continued making eye contact as you brought one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing circles in rhythm with his hips. 

The sounds of skin against skin and moaning echoed around the room. You looked down to watch his cock move in and out of you, biting your lip to muffle your sounds.  You start to feel a familiar knot building up in your stomach, growing stronger. 

“God, you feel so good. So fucking good.” He grumbled, his breath hitching at his fast pace. 

Your fingers continued circling on your clit as his speed increased, causing your eyes to roll back in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck fuck fuck. Sam, I’m getting so close.” You moaned. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming, arching your back into his torso, he dropped down onto his forearms getting even closer to you. You loved feeling the skin to skin contact, his muscles contracting against you. 

“Come on, baby. Come for me princess, let me feel you.” His pace started to falter as a telling that he was close as well. He let out a deep groan as you tightened around him. 

You chanted his name over and over as your orgasm washed over you intensely, shutting your eyes and quivering underneath his body heat. 

“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N.” Sam moaned as he reached his climax, his muscles contracting as he rode his high. 

Sam stayed inside you as he collapsed onto you, being careful to hold his body weight on his arms. Your deep breathing synchronized as you recollected yourselves. The feeling of sweaty skin on skin was comforting, as you brought up your hand to lightly rub his back. 

“Mmhm, I love you so much” He groggily moaned against your chest.

“I love you too, Sammy. I’m so proud of you. Now let’s get cleaned up baby.”