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jrvanfleet · 6 months

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Reposting this fic because it’s a year old today… Happy Halloweenie you beautiful people :)

Theres also a part 2 smut of this fic for all those who partake 😈

When You’re an Addams - j.t.k.

summary: you and Jake have a 4 year old who’s recently been obsessed with the 1991 film The Addams Family. with halloween approaching, it only makes sense for everyone to get in on the costume fun.

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: none! cute family/domestic shit bc i can’t control myself. also bonus uncle!josh content that will probably make you cry i’m ngl..

word count: 3.2k

[read part 2 of this fic HERE! - warning, part 2 is 18+, Minors DNI!]

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It was your favorite night of the year. October 31st. Hallow’s Eve. It was made even sweeter now that you had a four year old who was just starting to understand the wonder of Halloween. Her recent obsession, aside from butterflies and her strange connection to pirates (something she picked up from her father), was the 1991 film The Addams Family. Her obsession started a few months before when her uncle Josh had picked her up from school.

When Jake let himself through his brother’s front door to pick her up, he found the two of them snuggled up on his twin’s couch with a snack, your daughter fully enthralled with the movie. Ever since, she’d been obsessed with the film, asking you to put it on every afternoon when she came home and waltzing around pretending to be Wednesday Addams.

It was no surprise to you or Jake that when you asked her what she might want to dress up as for Halloween, her answer had been immediate.

Her costume had been mercifully easy to put together. Her hair was a beautiful brown, not quite as dark as Wednesday’s but thankfully long enough to put into two braids. You had taken her out on a mother-daughter date the weekend before Halloween and had found the perfect black dress with a white collar and some black tights. She was so excited that she couldn’t even wait until you’d gotten home to start tearing into the package of the tights and trying to pull them on over her leggings.

Your mother-daughter date hadn’t been solely for your four-year-old though. While you’d been out, the two of you had stopped by a few stores looking for the perfect dress for your costume.

After your daughter’s declaration of wanting to be Wednesday, it was obvious to you and Jake that you had to get in on the Addams Family themed costumes. Jake luckily already had a heather grey linen suit in his closet that he was planning to wear, but you wanted something a bit more dramatic.

“Mommy, what about this one!” your daughter shouted down the aisle yanking on a piece of silky black fabric hanging from a rack. You pulled the dress from between the mass of options and your mouth dropped open from the gem your daughter had discovered.

“It’s perfect, buggy!” you told her, kissing her on the top of her head as she ran her fingers over the fabric.

As you walked hand in hand towards the exit of the mall, you were drawn to the delicious smell of Annie’s Pretzels. You leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Let’s get a treat, but we can’t tell daddy.” A devilish grin spread across her face at her new secret.

The two of you walked back to the car, pretzels and shopping bags in hand, your daughter buzzing with excitement in her carseat.

She raced up the few steps through the interior door in the garage, throwing it open and kicking her shoes haphazardly in the direction of the shoe closet yelling “Daddy! Daddy!”

She found him in the kitchen, placing a few plates from the sink into the dishwasher. He quickly dried his hands and spun around to pick her up in a big bear hug.

“Did you have fun today, Buggy?” he asked as she squirmed in his arms.

She recounted your afternoon in rapid fire, telling him all about her ‘Wednesday dress’ and her new tights and how she had picked out mommy’s “perfect costume”–a comment that earned you a sultry eyebrow raise from your husband when he looked up at you leaning against the kitchen door frame–

“And then when we were about to leave, mommy said we should get pretzels but not to tell–” Your daughter cut herself off as she realized she’d spilled her secret in her excitement. Her eyes went wide as Jake gasped with mock hurt.

“You two got a pretzel and didn’t get me anything?” He asked her with a pout.

“Oh no, daddy! Mommy we have to go back and get daddy a pretzel too!”

You smiled as you held up the second half of your snack that you’d saved for him, knowing your daughter couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.

Jake strode over to you, taking it out of your hand and kissing you firmly. “I love you,” he said, smiling into the kiss.

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Your daughter couldn’t stop talking about how excited she was to dress up as her favorite character from her favorite movie. When Halloween finally arrived and you picked her up from school she was talking a mile a minute. She told you about how all of her friends were going trick-or-treating tonight too and how she had made a ghost out of a tissue and a rubber band. She held up the little ghost so you could see it in the rearview mirror and you laughed as she made it fly around the backseat.

When you finally arrived at home, she ran to her room to start putting on her costume. It was only three o’clock and you still needed to clean up the house and get dinner started, but you thought there wasn’t any harm in letting her run around in her dress and tights for the afternoon.

You’d been home for about an hour, your daughter coming in and out of the kitchen, twirling and dancing with her stuffed animals singing “They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky. They're altogether ooky, The Addams Family!”

You heard the garage door open and shut.

“Daddy’s home, wanna go help him bring his stuff in, buggy?” You asked your daughter. She immediately dropped her stuffed animal on the floor and threw open the door.

“My love!” Jake said, a guitar case grasped in each hand. He knelt to set one down in the small hallway so he could scoop her up with a free arm.

“Look at my costume!” she exclaimed from her perch on his hip.

“I almost didn’t recognize you buggy. You look just like her!” He hugged her close to his side and kissed her cheek. Your husband leaned over towards the guitar case he’d set on the floor, trying to balance his things and his daughter all at once. You heard him curse under his breath as he started to lose his balance.

“Jake, don’t you dare drop my child.” You said over your shoulder as you wiped down the dining table.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar,” he replied, his voice strained from the effort. “Let's put this stuff away bug, and then how about we do Wednesday’s braids?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cheered and clung tighter to Jake as he shuffled down the hallway towards his studio.

You couldn’t help but smile at your daughter’s enthusiasm. She and Jake truly were best friends.

Ten minutes later, your daughter came bounding into the kitchen followed shortly after by your husband. Her hair was divided into two cute little braids down the sides of her head and she was twirling in large circles trying to make the braids fly out with the movement.

Jake made his way over to you in three easy strides and you smiled when his hands found your waist and pulled you into a sweet kiss.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you grinned. “Those braids look good.”

Jake smiled and turned his head to the side, watching your daughter who was lost in her own world. “Why thank you, I am quite talented aren’t I?” A hint of his fake British accent found its way into his joke, his lips turning up at the corners. “Go get ready sugar, I’ll wrangle the bugster.”

You kissed him once more before heading down the hallway to your shared room.

You had only tried the dress on once before. The night you bought it, you kicked Jake out of your room (much to his dismay) and made sure that it fit. It had been against your better judgment to buy a dress without trying it on in the store first, but luckily, it fit just right.

Black satin, dark as onyx, the dress shone in the soft light of your bedroom as you turned left and right. The sleeves reached almost to your fingertips, flaring out dramatically towards the floor, reminding you of a bat’s wings. Your hands smoothed over the bodice, feeling the softness of the buttery fabric under your touch. You’d spent most of your time making your makeup dramatic for the occasion. You took the dress off the hanger and slipped it on. Since it was meant to be form-fitting, it was hard to get the near-invisible zipper up all the way by yourself. You struggled with it for a minute, jumping slightly (as if that helps at all). You managed to close it three quarters of the way before you gave up.

“Jake!” you called to your husband in a huff. You weren’t sure that he could even hear you from all the way across the house, but he needed to get his costume on soon anyway. Moving on from the stubborn zipper you leaned towards the mirror with your favorite red lipstick, applying the color just as Jake knocked lightly on the door.

“Babe it’s your room too, you can just come in,” you joked, the door slightly creaking as he pushed it open.

“I know, but I didn’t want to see you in all your glory until you were ready,” he said, closing the door. “Bug is finishing her mac and cheese I–” his voice trailed off as he took you in.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“What? You don’t like it?” You looked down at yourself. Maybe the cut was too low or he didn’t like the satin. He was quiet for a second and your eyes raised to look at his reflection in the mirror where he stood behind you, taking in the view of you from behind.

“No sugar, I love it.” His eyes were glued to your ass and the curve of your waist. The back of the dress was nearly nonexistent, showing off the entirety of your spine. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your cheeks heated as he tore his attention from your body to look you in the eyes through the reflection.

“Will you give me a hand?” your chin motioned towards your unzipped clasp behind you as your husband’s heated stayed on your reflection. He quickly crossed the room until his chest was pressed into your back and his hands gripped your hips.

“Always,” he said into your ear. You couldn’t help the shiver his words sent through you. He leaned back slightly to pull the zipper up the rest of the way. He took the advantage of his hands being so close to your ass to give it an affectionate smack before hugging you close to him again. “I can’t wait to take this off you later.” He took your earlobe between his teeth lightly to emphasize his point.

You couldn't get enough of these quiet moments with him. It didn’t happen often, both of your lives going at full speed as individuals and as parents, but you soaked up every moment you could with just him.

“I love you,” he murmured onto the skin of your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across the top of your shoulder and the back of your neck. “I don’t tell you that enough.”

You laughed lightly, closing your eyes and leaning into his weight. “Yeah, you only tell me every day.”

“Nmhm,” his voice was muffled from his face being buried into your neck. “It’s still not enough.”

Your heart began beating harder in your chest. Even after years of marriage and the fact that the two of you were raising the child you created, he still gave you butterflies.

“Do you know what’s hot?” you asked, interlacing your fingers on top of his. His hands were warm and strong. You fiddled with the thin wedding band on his left ring finger before turning your face towards his and kissing him softly. “You, in that grey suit over there.” You nudged him toward your shared closet.

His eyes narrowed at your playful tone but he let go of your body, immediately beginning to unbutton his already half-open shirt.

You let him get ready in peace, snatching the small white box that sat on your bed and bringing it with you back into the kitchen. Finding your daughter shoving the last spoonful of mac and cheese into her mouth you asked, “Are you almost ready to go Miss Wednesday?” She nodded furiously as you picked up her bowl and set it in the sink.

It wasn’t long before Jake was sauntering into the kitchen, dressed in a dark linen suit. He’d put his hair up and trimmed his mustache a bit. You smiled when your gaze met his and he wiggled his eyebrows dramatically.

“What do you think, bug?” Jake asked your daughter who was now jumping up and down with excitement.

“Daddy, you look perfect!”

“Perfect, eh?” He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed it slowly, his eyes never leaving your own. You could see the heat in his gaze as he lowered your hand.

“I have a surprise for you,” you said, tightening your hand around his and leading him to the kitchen island. The white box was small and unassuming. Jake hadn’t even noticed it, though you had gone out of your way to hide it so he wouldn’t find it accidentally. “The finishing touch.”

You lifted the dark red bow tie out of the box which you’d bought the same day you and your daughter had gone shopping for your costumes. Jake smiled at you as you placed it around his neck, situating it under the collar of his shirt. Your husband couldn’t keep his hands off you as he stroked up and down your sides as you tied the bow tie.

Straightening the tie you asked, “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect my love. Thank you.”

You leaned in for a quick kiss but when you made to pull away, Jake didn’t let you go. He deepened the kiss, licking your bottom lip as you tried to ignore the way your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Jake! My lipstick!” you laughed, detaching yourself from his grip.

“Mmm, I can’t contain my passion.” His voice dropped to a sultry lull, fully in character.

Your moment was interrupted by your daughter yelling from the living room, “Daddy! Uncle Josh is here!”

“Go meet him outside buggy, we’ll be out in a sec” he replied, still distracted by kissing you.

After kissing you firmly a final time, Jake grabbed your daughter’s halloween basket off the counter and headed outside, his hand still interlaced with yours.

“Uncle Josh!” your daughter yelled, running down the porch steps towards Josh’s jeep truck. You couldn’t contain your burst of laughter as your husband’s twin stepped out of the car wearing a black and white striped shirt paired with black shorts.

“You dressed up as Pugsley!” your daughter giggled, jumping into his arms.

“Oh course I did! I couldn’t let you have all the fun alone!” Josh squeezed her tight and spun around.

You were grateful that you lived in a neighborhood that had lots of kids. It was a safe area and your daughter had lots of friends from school that lived down the street. That made her even more excited for Halloween.

It was only 5:30, but the neighborhood was buzzing with families starting to come out for trick or treating. As the four of you walked down the street, your daughter spotted one of her friends and she and Josh went over to catch up with them.

That’s how most of the night went, Josh and your child running from house to house, getting as much candy as they could until her basket was almost overflowing. And then there was you and Jake, watching her joy and excitement and enjoying the crisp October air.

By the last house, the sun had sunk behind the horizon and the streetlights sent a cozy glow across the street. Josh carried your daughter on his back like a backpack and spun in circles as he walked, making her squeal with laughter.

“Stop it Uncle Josh! I’m so dizzy!” she managed to say through a fit of giggles. He laughed along with her and pretended to stumble along the sidewalk.

When you made it back to your front door, Jake's arm was wrapped around your shoulders and yours around his waist, holding him close to you. He only let you go when you reached the front door to find his keys.

“Hey bug,” Josh said over his shoulder to the child clinging to him. “What do you say to a movie-night-candy-eating-sleepover-extravaganza at Uncle Josh’s house?”

Her face immediately lit up and she couldn’t contain her shakes of excitement.

“Can I daddy? Pleaseeee?” she pleaded in her best pouty voice that she knew would make Jake melt.

Jake looked over at you, grinning slightly.

“I don’t know bug, do you promise not to stay up too late and to save some of your candy for later?” he asked in a half-serious voice.

“I promise, I promiseeeee!!” she answered so quickly that she barely heard his question. You and Jake chuckled to each other under your breath as he looked at you, pretending to have a serious silent debate between your gazes.

“I guess so, but you’ll have to grab your overnight bag from your bed,” he answered with a dramatic sigh and smiled when she immediately jumped from her uncle’s back and barreled past Jake into the house.

“Seriously, don’t let her eat all her candy,” Jake said to his twin who was sporting the biggest grin you’d ever seen.

“Don’t worry,” Josh answered, “I’ll make sure she eats everything but the Reece’s. I know those are your favorite.”

Jake laughed. “Fine.”

Your daughter came flying back out of the house, her backpack now strapped across her back. She had jumped down two steps of the porch before you said, “No good night kiss?”

She gasped and stopped in her tracks, remembering that she was going to be gone for the whole night. Turning around she jumped into Jake’s arms in a big hug. He kissed her cheek before telling her, “Have fun, but don’t let Uncle Josh have too much fun. I love you.”

She giggled and immediately jumped into your arms next. Her small arms wrapped around your neck in a tight hug.

“Goodnight mommy, see you tomorrow,” she said as she pulled away and gave you a smacking kiss on the cheek before running back to Josh, ready for their adventure.

You laughed as you stood up. Josh had a carseat already installed in his Jeep since he picked her up from school so often and after she was all situated, you and Jake waved to them from the porch.

Once they had turned the corner off your street Jake’s hands were back on your body, his lips slowly and lovingly exploring your neck.

“Mmm a whole night to ourselves,” you murmured, rocking back into him. His grip tightened on you as he hummed his approval. “Whatever will we do with ourselves?” You couldn’t contain your grin as he hummed again.

“I can think of many, many things,” he said into your skin before taking your hand and leading you into the house.

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This is the end of Part 1 for this fic!

If you’d like to read PART 2 which is a Jake!smut and 18+!! You can find it HERE!

I’m sorry dad!jake is so FAR UP MY ASS RN but I’ve just been feeling so fertile recently what can I say… also I love Halloween and the Addams family so this worked out perfectly.

Happy Halloween whores thx for reading our fics. We luv u hehe.

As always Love and Light and we’ll be seeing you soooooon

-JNR

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jrvanfleet · 6 months

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His stupid baby cow eyes 🥲😫

god, jake has me in such a chokehold. that man could do literally anything and i’d eat that shit up, breakfast lunch and dinner. i’m down so astronomically bad

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jrvanfleet · 7 months

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Can’t Shut Me Off

NSFW 18+ MINORS, DNI

pairing: danny x f. reader

content warning: language, unprotected sex (wrap yo willy before you get silly!), steamy shower sex, DOM DANNY (y’all better be clutching your pearls fr!), handcuffs, praise kink, probably like other stuff but I can’t remember lol

word count: 3.4k

summary: danny is back from tour and you simply can’t get enough of each other…

(This is also highly unedited because… fuck it we ball)

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The water was warm against your skin. Too warm. You still felt overheated and your knees were shaky as the rush of water cascaded over your body. Turning it colder, you let the water wash over your face and hair. It felt nice. The sweat that clung to your skin washing down the drain. When your limbs finally stopped trembling, you reached for your shampoo, coating your hair and massaging the soap into your scalp.

Your boyfriend, Danny, had gotten back from touring a few days earlier and to say he missed you was an understatement. You had done everything together. Making up for lost time. You loved having him home, filling the house with music, conversation, and warmth. You definitely made up for lost time in the bedroom too which was the reason your knees were still a bit weak.

You had detangled yourself from him only minutes before, kissing his sweaty neck and telling him that you were headed to the shower. He had nodded and had lifted his head up to kiss you before flopping back down onto the bed, his breathing still heavy. It was a sight committed to memory: him sprawled out on your shared bed, lost in the sweet afterglow of his own pleasure.

You raked your fingers through your hair, closing your eyes as the water washed over your face. Faintly, you heard the glass shower door open behind you. A strong set of hands found your hips as you wiped the excess water from your eyes.

He stepped in closer, lining his front with your back, and hissed when the water began to fall on him.

“Why is it so cold?” he mumbled dramatically, setting his chin on your shoulder and reaching around you to turn the water temperature back up. With his arms wrapped around you, you could feel the tickle of his hair on your neck while he used the opportunity to draw you closer to him.

You smiled in his hold. Danny always liked the water scorching hot. Nearly every time you showered together, he would complain about being too cold and insist on turning it up until your skin was pink from the heat.

As the temperature started to rise again, Danny’s hands bracketed on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your lower back. He hummed in satisfaction, pulling you flush to his body and shivering dramatically.

“Much better.” He grinned against your neck as you rolled your eyes playfully.

You could feel yourself sink into him as you both stood there under the spray. His body never left you, he simply reached around you again to grab the soap before lathering up. You went back to washing the shampoo out of your hair, turning around to face your boyfriend. Tipping your head rinse the last suds from your head, you cracked your eyes open to see Danny gazing softly at you. His hazel eyes were warm and inviting, beckoning you to reach for his face and graze your fingers over his cheek.

He smiled as your fingers danced lightly against his skin. You dragged them from his face, down the column of his throat, and onto his chest, making small lines through the lather of soap.

You could see where you were affecting him, his cock twitched slightly and the muscles of his stomach flexed as your fingers wandered. You couldn’t help but focus your touch on his happy trail, watching as he sucked in a breath and let it out in a quiet shudder. His body always left you in awe. His muscles were both toned and sturdy, yet soft and comforting while you were in his arms.

You could still feel the soreness between your legs from your roll around in the sheets earlier, but looking at him in all his glory, dripping with water, your blood began to heat from more than just the water’s temperature.

He raised an eyebrow, following your heated gaze.

“Now here I am, thinking that I was crazy for wanting to jump your bones at every minute of the day.”

You chuckled as you stood up on your tiptoes and placed a taunting kiss on his mouth.

“Just keeping you honest about that stamina you always boast about.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” his breath visibly catching, “you can’t shut me off.”

Like a rubber band snapping, the tension between your heated gaze broke as his lips crashed into yours, hands kneading your hips and waist as he pulled you into him. A moan escaped your mouth as he pushed you up against the cold tile of the shower. His arms held you tight despite your shiver. With your back against the smooth tiles, he reached down to pull your knee over his hip, creating a delicious pressure.

His breath was heavy in your ear pairing nicely with the soft sound of water hitting the shower floor and creating an oasis of pleasure. Your own little bubble of bliss.

“Danny,” you gasped as he grinded into you. Your fingers dug into his biceps as he lined himself up with the hand that wasn’t holding your knee against him.

“Yeah baby, you’re doing so well.”

Your legs wobbled at his words and at the feeling of fullness as he slowly pushed into you. Unholy sounds left your mouth as he seated himself fully and then began to move. You didn’t need any more prep, you were already wet from the shower and from your last round, making your boyfriend’s movements fluid and perfect.

“Talk to me baby. Tell me how good you feel,” Danny rasped into your ear.

If it wasn’t for him pinning you to the wall, you would have slid to the floor. His words and the pleasure that coursed through your veins making it nearly impossible to do anything but bask in the feeling.

“I– I–”

“I– I–” he mocked. “Use your words, love.” He punctuated his teasing with a particularly hard thrust, shifting your leg higher on his waist in order to angle himself deeper.

“It feels– feels so good.” you fought the words out, each consonant a battle against losing all thought and sanity completely.

“You take me so well,” he said, his voice strained. “Keep taking me, just like that beautiful.”

You moaned at his words, arching your back and pushing your chest towards him, moving your hands from his shoulders up to the base of his neck, tangling in the mass of his wet hair. You gripped the strands at the base, making him hiss and push into you even harder.

Your breathing heaved as your eyes squeezed shut and you threw your head back… a little too hard. But instead of your head connecting with tile, the crown of your head pushed into Danny’s hand, always hyper aware of your movements, even in the haze of his building pleasure.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he scolded. “Now look at me,” His demand forced your eyes to open. “Look at how well you take me.”

Your gaze drifted to where he was connected to you, the rivulets of water still trailing in glistening streams down his chest from the shower head making you want to cum from just the sight alone. He slowed his movements, deliberately pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back into your waiting heat. When he was fully inside he paused just for a blissfully infuriating second before dragging himself back out again. He brought his free hand between your bodies and you watched with rapt attention as he brought his calloused thumb to your clit, rubbing slow but hard circles into your already oversensitive flesh.

You groaned and clenched tightly around him, making him groan and grip at your leg harder. It was getting more difficult to keep your steady stream of moans at bay, not that your boyfriend wanted you to. If he had his way, he’d have you screaming for everyone to hear.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried to force the words out between your high-pitched moaning.

“Dan– Danny. Ohh–” you panted, Danny’s thrusts had picked up pace in time with the determined circles on your clit. “Baby, I’m cl– close.” You were shaking like a leaf, every muscle in your body on high alert, ready to snap.

“Not yet, love.” Danny said, his eyes trained on where he thrusted into you, fully focused on his task. “If you’re going to make me work on my stamina, you’re gonna have to work on yours too.”

“But– I can’t–” your voice was whiny and desperate.

“I said hold it.”

There was no room for argument in Danny’s voice. His tone had the opposite effect of his demand. You fought with everything in you to not cum from his voice alone.

Danny sensed your struggle not to fall over the edge of pleasure and stopped his movements before pulling out of you completely. You groaned in disappointment, robbed of your orgasm mere seconds before it crashed over you. His thumb still moved on your clit, but much lighter than before. You cracked open your eyes, your breath still heaving and looked up at your boyfriend’s face. There was no playfulness on the surface of his expression, only that stern exterior he got when he took control.

“Turn around.” His tone was dark and it made your stomach drop, with dread or excitement, you couldn’t tell. Maybe both.

He set down your leg but still kept his hands on your hips in case your legs couldn’t hold you. You were shaky, that was a fact, but you managed to turn around so that your back was to him. Your breath still hadn’t settled and your heartbeat pounded as Danny crowded you into the wall, the stark chill of the tile against the hot skin of your breasts made you whimper.

“You don’t cum until I say so. Do you understand me?” He said into your ear, his hair tickling your bare back.

You nodded feebly, shaking more than you had moments ago.

“I said,” one of his hands smoothed over your ass, kneading it before giving it a firm smack. “Do you understand me?” You yelped at the sharp crack of his hand connecting with your wet flesh and the heat in your core that it brought on.

“I understand,” you stuttered out a moment before his palm came down on your ass again. He stopped his hand and instead rubbed over the hurt with a loving kiss to your cheek.

“That’s my good girl, always listening so well.”

You didn’t think you could be more turned on. You felt like you could burst into flames at any moment. Danny wasn’t unaffected either. You knew he got turned on when he was in control and from the way that his free hand pumped himself with a deathly tight grip behind you, you could tell that he would have to work to keep his orgasm at bay too.

“You ready?” He asked softly, his breath ragged as he dragged his cock over your ass in a taunting stroke.

“Give it to me baby. I want it so bad,” you whined, knowing your desperate pleas would be just the thing to set him off.

Just as you thought, he wasted no time, lining himself up and pushing himself all the way to the hilt. Hard. You cried out, the burning feeling returning to your core as he pulled your hips back onto him with each deliberate thrust.

“Oh god Danny,” you moaned, “feels so good.” Your forearms were pressed against the shower wall, your fists searching for anything to hold onto but finding nothing.

“What feels good, beautiful?” he asked, his question punctuated by a moan as you fought the orgasm from ripping through you before getting his blessing.

“You–You’re so big.”

“What else?” Danny always went fishing for compliments when he was this far gone. It was a good thing that inflating his ego was one of your favorite things to do. The more you complimented him, the harder he came.

You wanted him to see stars.

“You’re so hard, you fuck me so rough. Just how I like it.” Your panting and moaning becoming a seamless song, mixing with your boyfriend’s moans behind you.

You pushed your ass into Danny and clenched particularly hard around him. He moaned so loud that you had half a mind to be embarrassed that your neighbors in the apartment over from yours might hear. You loved when he was loud. He had no inhibitions, only loving you and making you know it.

His hips still crashed into you as he snaked one hand up your front, bringing your back flush to his chest and kneading your breast in time with his movements.

The added stimulation had you fighting back the burning.

“Baby, I need–” you stuttered out.

“No.” His voice was still demanding even though you could tell he was fighting it too. Tears began to brim your eyes and the shaking in your knees returned as your orgasm threatened to crest even against your best efforts.

The wave of pleasure sharply halted for a mere moment at the feeling of Danny’s teeth sinking into the flush of your shoulder. You cried out, the pain only adding to the wildfire of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Danny I can’t hold–” you cried out as your orgasm ripped through you. You had wanted Danny to see stars, but it was you who was cumming so hard that you could barely keep upright. The force of your orgasm immediately triggered Danny to cum, his groans of pleasure mixing with yours as his pace became frantic. He held you tightly to him as you both came down from your collective highs, the strength of his arms the only thing keeping you from sliding to the floor.

You closed your eyes and basked in the afterglow of your pleasure and the safety of being held by Danny.

After a minute of silence to catch your breath, Danny carefully pulled himself out of you with a groan and turned you around to face him, wrapping your limp arms around his neck. You rested your cheek on his shoulder and sighed, content. The shower was still running, covering your overheated skin and washing away the sweat from your bodies. Danny gently reached behind you, turned the shower off, and opened the glass door to grab a towel, leaving you shivering in the absence of him. It didn’t take him long to wrap a towel around his hips and hold up another towel for you to step into. His chest and face were flushed but he smiled softly at you as you stepped back into his familiar embrace, letting him dry you off and gently squeeze out the water in your hair.

Once your body was dried to his liking, he wrapped the towel around you and lifted your chin before kissing you softly.

“Go get in bed, love. I’ll be there in a minute. Just have to fix my hair.”

You chuckled lightly. The thing about Danny is that he never allowed his hair care routine to be disrupted.

You lazily made your way back into the bedroom, dropping the towel on the floor and grabbing one of Danny’s shirts. After pulling it over your head you attempted to straighten the tangle of sheets left on your bed before practically falling under the covers.

Almost half an hour of scrolling on your phone later, you were beginning to get restless. Danny still hadn’t come out of the bathroom and you missed him. You were still sore from how rough he was with you, but images of him pressed against you, sighing deeply plagued your thoughts. You wanted him close. You wanted him still so badly. Sighing, you stretched before rolling out of bed.

Stepping back into the bathroom you found him, scrunching product into his damp curls, the towel still hung low on his hips. He smirked at you in the mirror, raking his eyes over your bare legs and his Church of Rock and Roll t-shirt you had thrown on. He grabbed a microfiber towel and delicately tended to his curls as you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You had to raise up on your tiptoes to place your chin on his shoulder as you watched him focus on his task.

“I got lonely,” you whispered to him. “You’re taking too long.”

Danny scoffed playfully. “You can’t rush beauty sweetheart.”

“Come back to bed before I get too cold,” you tempted him, lightly placing kisses on his shoulder and neck. He hummed, his fingers individually setting each stray curl.

“I’ll come to bed when this is finished.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him continue his routine. The two of you stood there in silence for a while, content to be in each other's presence but soon enough though, your fingers began drifting from his waist down his stomach and stroking up and down his happy trail. His breath caught at the light touch, his burning gaze locking with yours in the reflection of the mirror. Your fingers continued to dance around his belly button and down to trace the hem of his towel, teasing him.

“No more tonight,” he says with feigned conviction. You look at him with wide pouty eyes, still placing innocent kisses on his shoulder blade. You were playing every card in the book, your arousal clouding all sensible thought.

“You know how long it takes me to get these curls right. As much as I love your hands in my hair… it’ll mess up the definition.” You could tell that his resolve was waning. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

Slowly he set down the towel and the bottle of product before turning to face you, his back to the sink. You pressed yourself to his chest while he fiddled with the hem of his shirt that you wore. You ran your hands up and down his chest, dragging your fingers through his chest hair.

“I won’t touch your hair, I promise.” You knew it was a lie and he knew it too. He quirked an eyebrow at you as you amended your statement.

“You know… there’s always ways to keep me from touching you,” you tease, going on tiptoe once again to kiss up his neck and whisper in his ear, “Do you still have those handcuffs from tour?”

Danny’s breath caught again, putting the pieces together. The handcuffs were pink and fuzzy, thrown on stage during the last tour. Danny had told you all about how he and the guys had all fought over who got to keep them, but ultimately Danny had won. You still hadn’t had a chance to try them.

You could see the excitement brewing in his eyes as he made his decision.

“My side of the bed. Bottom drawer.” His directions were clear and left no room for argument. You smiled wickedly as he let you go with a short squeeze to your ass, a promise for what was to come.

You rushed back into the bedroom, going to the other side of the bed and rummaging through Danny’s drawer until you found the handcuffs you were looking for.

The excited energy rushed through you, despite the two previous rounds of sex you and Danny had that day, you were more than ready for him.

You sat with your back to the headboard, one hand outstretched with the handcuffs dangling off a finger. Danny stepped out of the bathroom to lean against the doorframe, grinning as he took in the sight of you.

“You know sweetheart, you have a lot to make up for.” His voice was low and dangerous, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation as he slowly walked towards the bed. “Since you came before I said you could, I think it’s only fair that you don’t get to stop cumming until I say so.” There was a devilish glint in his eyes and part of you regretted egging him on again so soon after your orgasm.

He slowly crawled onto the bed, throwing his towel to join yours on the floor before grabbing the handcuffs in one hand and your wrists in the other.

“It’s gonna be a long night for you sweetheart.”

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Oh heyyyyy thanks for reading this steamy fic!! We have been mad MIA recently and sorry about that but life gets so crazyyy. This is a fic I’ve been slowly writing for like 8 months lmao and I FINALLY finished it so I hope you liked it!!

As always, Love and Light to you!

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner smut #danny wagner fluff #greta van fleet imagine #danny wagner fanfiction #danny gvf smut #daniel wagner #danny gvf #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #gvf smut #greta van fluff #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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I promise I’m working on a Danny Fic… I’m just fighting the demons of reality that won’t let me be delusional 24/7 😫

-JNR

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner fanfiction #greta van fleet blurb #greta van fanfic

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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i've said it once... and I'll say it again... this man is the DEFINITION OF BABYGIRL

Jake and his little courtsey to the guitar tech. My british ass loves a courtsey.

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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I love how baby brother Sam is😩 I miss them

#greta van fleet #gvf #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #Kiszka

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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In a Past Life | SFK

Word Count: 450

[Content warnings: none!! This is simply a fluffy little blurb!]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

You were sitting at your desk, working out your daily planner for the next few months. George Harrison’s album All Things Must Pass spinning on your record player. Light was pouring through the window in front of your desk and the candle your boyfriend gifted you was burning, filling the room with scents of cedar and magnolia.

You were writing your plans for this month when you heard a bit of a thud and someone’s footsteps scattering across the floor. Turning around in your chair, your eyes were met with your boyfriend, phone in hand while leaning on the doorframe.

“You okay, baby?” you asked, taking in his slightly disheveled, but excited appearance.

“So I just saw this video saying that your moles or dark freckles are where the love of your life kissed you the most in your past life,” Sam replied as he walked towards you, his phone in hand and facing you. He gave you the phone and pressed play. He was now standing behind you, his hands finding your shoulders, rubbing your shoulders and making their way down to the sides of your arms.

The two of you watched the tiktok video that described what he was just telling you; like he said, the video talked about your moles represent where your true love kissed you the most in your past life.

You knew exactly why he was showing you this video. Sam’s face and body had moles and freckles placed delicately on his skin. He has expressed his prior insecurities with having so many spots on his body, but you were always fascinated by the beautiful marks and not a day goes by that you don’t show him how much you love them.

Your eyes and lips were specifically drawn to the spots on his cheek and his torso. You couldn’t help yourself from placing soft kisses on the marks when you saw them. Sam was always flustered when you showed extra love to parts and pieces he was insecure about…blushing at the thought of you loving every part of him wholly and completely.

“That’s kind of neat, huh?” he looked at you with wide eyes and his goofy smile.

“That is, Sammy! That’s very cool,” you replied, returning his smile and getting out of your chair. You wrapped your arms around him, your lips instinctively brushing against the moles on his cheek. He let out a little sigh of relief in response, practically melting into your touch.

“So I guess this is confirmation that you were, are, and always will be the love of my life…no matter what life we’re in, we’re together,” he said, fingers finding your chin, bringing your lips to his.

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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Sammy is mommy and Danny is babygirl. These are facts.

I believe it goes:

“You know it’s not the same as it was”

#greta van fleet #sam kiszka #danny wagner #besties forever

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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Definitely don’t think about how in elementary school, when you’re asked what you want to be when you grow up and/or who your hero is….Sam probably said Jake and Josh……

Sam clearly loves and looks up to Jake, Josh, and Danny too🥹

(I’m so emotional over them today I’m so sorry ~ JGR)

#greta van fleet #gvf #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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When You’re an Addams 2 - j.t.k

18+ MINORS, DNI!!!

summary: after your daughter leaves with her uncle josh for the night, you and jake are finally left alone for some much needed quality time... [very much romantic husband!jake hehe]

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: !SMUT! unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!), cockwarming, praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving), feet (but like not in a gross way... just... well...), body worshiping, overall sweet husband jake who just wants to treat you right

word count: 6k

a/n: so sorry this has LITERALLY taken two months for me to finish.. i know, i'm disappointed in myself too... but just so you know, this could technically be read as a stand alone smut... but there's a bit of context throughout that would make more sense if you read the PART ONE to this fic HERE! :) enjoy.

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The house was mostly dark when you and Jake stepped through the front entrance. Your husband’s fingers were interlaced with yours and didn’t let go even as he flipped on a singular lamp in the living room, casting the room in a soft warm glow. He led you over to the record player that sat along the far wall. Careful to keep the album he chose hidden from you, he pulled it from his collection and set the needle gently against the vinyl.

“What did you pick?” you asked when he turned around. Goosebumps rose on your skin from his gentle touch sweeping up your waist and around you, pulling you close to him.

“Just something to set the mood,” he murmured into your hair. “I have quite the night planned for you, my love.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” the right corner of his mouth was turned upwards as he pulled back to look you in the eyes. “No kids? A full night to have you all to myself?” He kissed you lightly. Your skin tingled as his hand swept from its place on your back to your ass, squeezing it to emphasize his point. “You better believe I have our whole night planned.”

The blood in your veins heated a few degrees.

“But,” he continued as music began playing out of the speakers, “since we’re still dressed up, we have to truly dance like Morticia and Gomez. Besides, we also have to wait for the food to be delivered.” A sheepish grin tugged on his face and you laughed. His fingers laced with yours as he pulled you closer.

“What did you order?” you asked.

He clicked his tongue right next to your ear.

“So many questions.” He leaned in towards you and kissed up your neck. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see.”

You chuckled lightly, letting him begin to lead you around the living room in an easy sway. The song he chose was a classic, one of your favorites off of the Etta James ‘At Last’ album. He began lightly humming the song as the two of you danced, fully at peace in your darkened living room.

As you moved, the hand he had placed at your waist slowly began to drift up and down your spine in long and languid strokes. The calluses on his fingers left more goosebumps in their wake along your bare back. His hand was content to stroke your skin and you softly placed your cheek on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He smelled like whiskey and cigar smoke but as you rested your head there on his shoulder, you could almost catch the scent of something else underneath his usual smell. Something oddly familiar. The more you thought about it, you realized that the smell was that of your daughter’s hair detangler. The sweet scent of artificial green apple was too prominent to mistake for anything else. You laughed into the crook of his neck.

“What?” he asked.

You giggled again.

“What?”

“Did you use bug’s detangler?” you laughed again leaning back slightly and dragged a finger behind his ear to tuck a stray piece of hair that had escaped his low bun.

“As a matter of fact… I did,” he replied with absolutely no shame. He grinned at you as you laughed again. “What? It works and it smells good.”

You knew that he was trying to have a romantic moment with you there in the living room, but you couldn’t contain your laughter at how absolutely lovable he was. You loved that your relationship was this way, the perfect blend of sexy and humorous. Even in a sweet romantic gesture, you and Jake could laugh together without ruining the mood.

“You’re so unbelievably sexy, Mr. Kiszka,” you smiled as you leaned in to kiss him. He welcomed the kiss and his hand that was holding yours tightened in response.

“Not as sexy as you Mrs. Kiszka,” he said back, kissing your lips between each sultry word. You were both grinning like fools as your free hand snuck around to the back on his neck, digging into his hair and pulling him closer to you.

Jake moaned at the feeling of your fingers massaging the base of his neck and the sound set off something fiery in the pit of your stomach. As he kissed you deeper, his tongue swept into your mouth, which you reciprocated with your own moan.

He released your hand in favor of letting both his trail over you, stopping at your ass and grabbing at it in handfuls. He pulled you against him without breaking the kiss. Fully molded against him you could feel the prominence of his hardness pressing against your front. Your breathing was ragged but you didn’t care, you wished you could kiss him like this for eternity.

Jake’s mouth soon began to wander, softly biting and sucking at your throat as his hands kneaded your ass. You couldn’t contain your breathy moan as his lips found that perfect spot behind your ear that he knew made you melt. You grasped his hair tighter while your other hand found its way around to the small of his back and gripped at the dark grey fabric of his suit.

As his tongue dragged over the tender spot on your neck, you whispered a choked “Jak–” but your words were cut off with a startled gasp by a loud rapping on your front door. Jake chuckled against your throat, still slowly trailing his lips over the soft skin. He took his time to kiss his way up the side of your neck until his breath tickled the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

“That,” he whispered, “would be our dinner.” He took your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug filled with promise. Your breath came out in shuddering gasps as he reluctantly detached himself from your body and made his way to the door.

You tried to slow your breathing as you watched him pull open the door and grinned when you saw the red smiley face with the words ‘Thank You!’ written all over the plastic takeout bag. Jake had ordered from your favorite Thai restaurant and your mouth began to water at the thought of the delicious sweet and spicy dishes that kept you and Jake returning at least once every other week.

Your husband dug his wallet out of his pocket, tipped the delivery driver, and thanked them before closing the door with his elbow, both his hands occupied by the bags of food.

“Have I told you that I love you?” you asked, walking over and taking one of the bags from his overflowing hands. You kissed him again, simply because you wanted to. He hummed his approval onto your lips.

“I think you may have told me once or twice.” The way his mouth quirked up made your heart melt with adoration. “Okay sugar, let’s see what we’ve got.” He strode into the kitchen, but not before giving your ass a firm smack, unable to keep his hands off you. You smiled and trailed after him.

He had ordered all your favorite dishes: Kaeng Kari Kai for you, Pad Thai for himself, with fresh spring rolls and lots of rice for you to share.

As you worked on taking everything out of the two bags, Jake set the table. You didn’t notice the candles he had placed between your two empty bowls until you turned, takeout boxes in hand. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he lit the last one, covering the room in a cozy glow.

“Did I forget my own birthday or something?” you laughed as he graciously pulled your chair out for you to sit.

“Is it such a crime to treat my woman every once in a while?” he joked back, kissing your temple before sitting in the seat opposite of you.

You couldn’t help but quickly dig into the food before you. The spicy yellow curry was just as delicious as ever and the spring rolls were the perfect antidote for the spices on your tongue.

The conversation between you and Jake flowed easily, just like it always had. Even after being married for years, there never seemed to be a shortage of things to talk about. He always interested you and you always interested him. While he talked, you couldn’t help but admire how delicious he looked in his suit and tie. Finishing your dish, you sat and ogled him a bit from across the table. In the background, the end of the record clicked to a stop. The only noise was the soft chirping of crickets outside and Jake’s raspy but comforting voice. You found yourself with your chin propped on your hand, watching him with rapt attention as he told you all about the new track he had worked on earlier in the day. His voice trailed off as comfortable silence fell between you.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sugar,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was dark and sultry.

“Mmm…” You tried to gather your thoughts, “I’m thinking about how I’m so lucky to have you.” You fiddled with your spoon in your now empty bowl. “I’m thinking about how I love you and your passions and how hard you work every day. I’m thinking about how incredible of a husband and father you are.” Your eyes met his and they burned with love while a soft smile began to form on his lips.

Slowly, you stood from the table and crossed over to where he sat. Your long black dress swished against the floor as you sat in his lap and looped your arms loosely around his neck. His warm hands immediately came to rest comfortably on your hip and thigh, rubbing soothing and loving circles in them with his thumbs.

“And I’m also thinking about how I can’t wait for you to make good on your promise.” You punctuated your sentence by slowly dragging the tip of your tongue along his jaw. He shuddered beneath you and the hands that rested on your body tightened in response.

“Oh?” He tried to keep the swagger in his voice but you felt the anticipation in his tone. His hands roved over you, finding the slit in your dress and dragging his fingers higher up your thigh. “And which promise is that exactly?” His lips found your shoulder as his hands continued their wandering.

This was exactly what you had wanted. Your heart pounded in your chest as you hummed in response, taking your hands and tilting his head to give your lips access to his neck.

Mustering up all the sexiness you could into your voice, you whispered in his ear, “You promised that you were going to peel this dress off of me.” Your teeth clamped on the skin of his jaw, just hard enough to encourage a soft moan from him and make him shift underneath you. You could feel how hard he still was and you did your best to wiggle your hips on top of him. He groaned and twisted so that he caught your lips with his own. It was a wet clash of tongues and teeth as he nodded fervently.

Somehow he maneuvered an arm under your knees and around your back and was standing so quickly you yelped in delighted surprise. He carried you bridal style down the darkened hallway, his lips never parting with your own.

“I always keep my promises.” His words rasped against your skin and you smiled devilishly against his lips as he kicked open your bedroom door.

The room was dark like the rest of the house, save for the dim light coming from the adjoining bathroom. He laid you down on the comforter of your shared bed with heartbreaking gentleness, looking down upon you.

You deliberately stretched your arms above your head, giving him the perfect view of all your curves.

“Well, Kiszka…” you taunted, “Show me what you’ve got.”

A fire danced in his eyes as he gazed at you with a hunger that made your stomach curl.

His fingers were slow as he delicately dragged them over the satin of your dress. You could feel the calluses through it as if the dress wasn’t there at all. His brown eyes were bright and he took in the sight of you sprawled out for him.

“I will keep my promise,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving your body, “but I don’t think I’m ready to have you out of this dress yet. You’re just so gorgeous.”

You could feel the blush spread over your face as his hands lightly dragged down the length of one of your legs. He’d been sweet to you all night, but for him to blatantly tell you that he thought you were gorgeous… Your cheeks burned and you bit your bottom lip to hide your grin.

You were still wearing your shoes and he lifted your leg, slowly pulling the heel off your foot. You didn’t wear heels often because they were uncomfortable and you wobbled a bit as you walked, but you’d sacrificed comfort for the night, the shoes finishing off your dramatic costume perfectly.

Jake dropped the heel on the floor, not caring where it ended up and you let out a groan as he began massaging a spot on the bottom of your foot you hadn’t realized was sore. He smiled a satisfied smile as he watched your head drop back in pleasure. His grin lingered as he worked the sore muscles and your breathing turned heavy when he reached for the other leg. He discarded the other shoe onto the floor with a definitive thump and you couldn’t help but moan at the way he knew exactly what you needed. In every aspect of your relationship. He wanted to treat you and though you always felt cherished with him, his specially planned date night made you nearly burst with love. And lust.

His hands worked over your foot in the most sinfully innocent way, making you hot and near dripping with anticipation.

“I hardly know where to begin,” he murmured. His lips connected with the inside of your ankle, pressing soft and taunting kisses over your skin.

You watched as his kisses gradually drifted up your calf. You couldn’t help but shift in his hold, encouraging him to continue his exploration.

His eyes locked with yours, the soft brown like dark, rich honey. With a painful deliberateness, he slowly sank to his knees before you. His lips continued their journey along the inside of your thigh, as if he were determined to map every bit of you. You sighed in contentment at the feeling of him on your skin. He always made you feel good, but he was taking extra care to make sure you were totally relaxed.

The hands that held your leg traveled in the same direction of his lips, dragging the fabric of your dress up your thighs until he reached where he could no longer push it up without your help. Without so much as a word from him, you lifted your hips and he urged the tight satin to bundle around your waist.

In the same moment he hissed a breath against the skin of your inner thigh.

“No underwear?” His eyes had darkened as they snapped to yours. You grinned wickedly even through the burning in your cheeks at his hungry gaze.

“You dirty mama,” he nearly groaned against you as he lightly bit down on your sensitive skin. The way his teeth felt against your skin caused a shaking moan to escape your lips. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every second that your husband knelt before you, teasing you with his mouth but never reaching exactly where you wanted him.

His breath fanned over you as he took the sight in of you laid out before him, your dress hiked up over your hips. Completely at his mercy. You watched him kneeling between your legs like a sinner at the altar.

“You’re not full?” you asked, grinning slightly at the starved and longing look plastered on his face. He didn’t catch the joke and arched a confused eyebrow at you.

“From dinner. You’re not full?” you asked again and your eyes tracked between his face and where he had just been staring. His following chuckle was dark and raspy.

“Oh sugar,” he said as he sucked another hickey into the inside of your leg. “I’m just getting started.”

With that, his hands firmly grabbed the outsides of your thighs, pulling them apart while his tongue dragged a long and languid stripe up your folds. A breathy, satisfied moan escaped your lips as he continued to dedicate his tongue to you.

Jake was relentless. His fingers dug into your legs, pinning them open and making it impossible for you to squirm away from him. His breathing was heavy as he lapped at your entrance. He sucked your clit into his mouth with a confidence that years of trust and learning each other’s tastes and wants had bonded you together with. Your breath hitched in your throat and your hips tried to lift of their own volition.

Before they could even move an inch, your husband’s thumbs dug into the tops of your hips, pulling them down and pinning them to the mattress. You bit your lip to suppress your moan at his complete control over you. One of your hands found its way into his hair and you pulled at it slightly while you grinded into his face.

His tongue was warm against you and he knew exactly where to tease you to have you completely writhing under him. He alternated between licking you and sucking your clit into his warm mouth, the pressure making your insides burn deliciously. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling a groan from his lips. The vibration mixed with the delicate scratch of his facial hair over your skin had you squeezing your eyes closed to take in the full pleasure.

“Jake,” you moaned as your fingers continued to massage into his hair.

“Mmm,” he hummed as one of his hands moved from your hip to where his mouth was focused, dragging two fingers up and down your folds in time with his licks.

The stars that erupted behind your closed eyes at his taunting touch had you crying out and then biting your lip to silence the sound. Your legs quivered around his head as he took those two fingers, now fully coated in your slick and his saliva, and teased them at your entrance.

He moaned into you as his fingers slid easily into you.

“Mmm,” he said again. “So warm.”

Though you tried to keep your eyes on the beautiful man kneeling in front of you, worshiping your body, you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling in pleasure and tossing your head back as his skilled fingers hit that perfect spot within you.

He had teased you long enough, getting you ready for him long before he actually touched you. All evening, his teasing touches and innocent kisses along your skin, a sinful promise of what he had in store for you.

“You’re so gorgeous babe,” he rasped against your thigh. His thumb had replaced where his mouth had been on your clit as he kissed along the sensitive skin of your thighs, catching his breath. You couldn’t find words as his fingers kept their rhythm inside you, all you could manage was a whine at his praise.

“Give it to me, love.” His voice was smokey and dark. “Just relax and give into it.”

His thumb pressed hard into your sensitive flesh and his fingers moved expertly inside you, reaching further and urging you towards your release.

Your hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair reached down towards him. Your husband knew that since he couldn’t kiss you from that angle, you wanted another point of contact to ground you when you came. He interlaced his free hand with yours, kissing your knuckles. It was an innocent gesture which greatly contrasted with the actions of his other hand, but through it, you felt his utter love and devotion. You were completely surrounded by it.

Your orgasm crashed into you hard, leaving you gasping for air. Your husband’s fingers continued their movement, coaxing you through your high until they finally slowed with the heaving of your chest.

Jake lovingly kissed your hip, murmuring more words of praise as you fought to bring yourself back down to earth. He rose to his full height above you while a sweet and heavy feeling overtook your entire body. He smiled down at you, still sprawled across the bed, your dress now thoroughly wrinkled at your waist. Your eyes were heavy while watching him as he came down over you and kissed your face, starting at your neck, traveling over your jaw, until his breath fanned over your lips.

“Hi,” you said weakly, a sated smile on your lips. He chuckled and kissed you lightly.

“Hi.” His eyes crinkled with his returning smile. Lightly, his hands came to cradle your face, tucking a bit of hair behind your ears and tracing loving patterns into your skin as he stared at you.

After a few moments to catch your breath, his loving gaze began to heat your blood once more. You leaned towards him, capturing his lips with your own. He smiled as you deepened the kiss, stabilizing one hand on the bed beside your head when you grasped onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Though Jake would be thoroughly happy to pleasure you with nothing in return, you were eager to treat him after the wonderful night he had planned out for you.

Your fingers trailed down his neck, clutching at the lapels of the jacket he still wore. As quickly as you could, you yanked him towards the space on the bed next to you without breaking the kiss, catching him by surprise. Within the same move with his back now on the sheets, you swung a leg over his hips to straddle him.

“That was fancy,” he chuckled, fully pinned to the mattress.

A wicked smile crept onto your face as you began grinding down onto him. You could feel how affected he was through his linen dress pants, his hips involuntarily trying to lift from the bed to find more friction.

His lips were plump from your kisses, but they felt perfect as he gently licked your bottom lip.

“Thank you,” you said onto his mouth.

“For what?” he laughed, his hands roaming over your hips and thighs, pulling you down over him.

“For tonight. For everything.”

“Everything,” he said with a teasing smile, “That covers a lot of ground. I must really be doing something right.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“But I think your ‘thank you’ is too early,” he continued as he slid his hands up your waist and down your arms to where they still had a hold of his jacket. Without him needing to ask, you pushed the jacket off of him, leaning back for him to sit up slightly.

“Oh?” you replied, your fingers beginning to work on the dark red bowtie that you had gifted him. Your touch was gentle as you untied the fabric and pulled it from his collar, letting it dangle in front of him from a single finger.

Jake leaned forward once more, slowly taking the fabric hanging from your index finger between his teeth. You could feel your blood heat in your veins as he turned his head to the side and let the tie drop to the bed.

“Our night is far from finished.”

A fire danced in his eyes and you made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. It was far more than you were used to undoing, his everyday style usually in favor of leaving most of his shirt open. He watched your fingers move while he continued to pull your hips down to his, the moments of friction on your still sensitive flesh making it harder to focus on your task.

Finally, you slid your hands up his chest, moving your mouth to suck at the skin of his throat. He shuddered beneath you and gripped the back of your thighs with a shaky moan.

Between kisses on his neck you whispered to him exactly how you wanted him.

“I want to ride you.”

Catching his eye, you nodded up to the head of the bed, silently telling him to go and wait for you.

Jake couldn’t hide his smile as you leaned off of him so that he could move. You watched as his hands fumbled with the button of his pants, almost frantically trying to rid himself of them. His back rested half on the pillows and half on the headboard, waiting for you. He hissed in pleasure as he palmed himself through his underwear, keeping his gaze locked with yours as you slowly crawled up the bed.

You dragged your hand lightly over his cock, making his breath hitch as you teased him. Adjusting so that you were straddling him again, your fingers teased at the waistband of his underwear, pulling them off him and letting his cock spring free. Much to your delight, he was hard and leaking for you. You stroked him in your hand, barely applying any pressure. Below you, Jake’s chest heaved, his eyes closed in pure pleasure.

“Look at me baby,” you said to him as you kissed his jaw.

You were ready for him, he had treated you all night and now it was his turn to receive. Slowly, you dragged the head of his cock through your folds. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs while he watched, like a starved man, as his cock easily sunk into you with the slight movement of your hips. His eyebrows pinched together as you brought yourself up and then let gravity pull you back down.

Jake’s moans were like music in your ears. The music that all his fans wanted to hear but only you had the privilege to. Even after years of your steady relationship, you never got tired of the feeling. The feeling of him. Warm and hard inside you, filling you up. Stretching you out.

You moved a bit faster, taking one hand to grab the top of the headboard to give you more leverage. Whimpering as he moved inside you, you felt him deeper and deeper with each push of your hips.

“Wait a second, sugar,” he bit out. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as if the words coming out of his mouth were the last thing that he really wanted to do.

Your eyebrows creased in mild confusion but you did what he asked, letting yourself sink all the way onto him and coming to a stop. You could feel him twitch inside you as you held him and he groaned at his own frustration.

“What?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair, encouraging another twitch of his cock within you.

He moaned at your teasing touch but dragged his hands up your sides.

“I still have a promise to uphold,” he said, catching your eye and holding it while his fingers expertly found the small zipper at your back. You grinned at him as you sat there, so close to him, his fingers grazing over your exposed back until the zipper was all the way down. Jake leaned up and kissed the underside of your jaw. Soft moans escaped your lips as he stroked up and down your spine, basking in the feeling of your skin and your warmth. His lips sucked at the skin of your throat, slowly making their way to your collarbones. His taunting kisses had you squirming in his hold, shifting your hips.

Groaning loudly at the feeling of his cock moving inside you, he pressed his forehead in between your breasts and tried to take deep breaths to steady himself. Once your hips had settled on him once more, his hands found your shoulders, the collar of the dress slowly dragging down your arms to reveal your breasts.

His mouth followed where his hands trailed, taking his time to rub circles into your nipples and bite at the soft flesh. You gasped when his teeth sunk into you then quickly kissed and licked away the hurt.

The dress was fully open, hanging limp at your waist.

“Arms up beautiful,” your husband rasped in your ear as he gathered the fabric.

The satin scratched delightfully at your overheated skin as he pulled it up and over your body, leaving you fully revealed to him. Dropping the dress to the floor, he sighed as he took you in fully.

“My love,” he said as his hands came to rest on your hips, his gaze roving over your face, your chest, until they came to where you were connected. With his attention fully held, you lifted yourself up, already missing the feeling of him filling you. His fingers tightened on you while he hissed through his teeth at the stimulation. You grabbed the headboard again and pushed your hips down. Hard.

“That’s it sugar,” he moaned, guiding your hips and meeting your downward thrusts with upward strokes of his own. Your jaw hung open with heavy pants as you worked him deep into you, the feeling even richer after he made you hold it off.

Your muscles burned in the best way and you bit back a moan with your bottom lip between your teeth when he hit a particularly delicious spot.

“Hey,” he grunted. Detaching one of his hands from your hip, his thumb found your chin and pulled it down to him, freeing your lip from its place between your teeth. He kissed you hard while continuing to thrust into you. “I want to hear you,” he said in between kisses. “No kids in the house tonight, so I want to hear all of it.”

You quivered in his hold, his thumb still pressing into your chin.

“Understood?” he asked. His eyes burned with lust and he melted you with his stare. You nodded obediently, leaning in to kiss him again.

In a moment similar to one that had come before, Jake gripped your waist and you were suddenly flipped onto the bed under him in one fluid motion. You gasped as he continued to thrust into you.

“I said,” he murmured into your ear, “Do you understand?” Delicately he dragged your earlobe with his teeth, making you shiver and gasp.

“Yes–Yes I understand,” you stuttered, the mix of pleasure from his mouth, his cock, and his words making you dizzy. His smile was wicked as he dragged in and out of you.

You did exactly as you were told. With each movement of his hips against yours, unbridled cries of pleasure escaped your lips.

Jake found a rhythm above you, steadily pounding into you as your eyes rolled back with the feeling of him. You didn’t see him move his hand until you felt it pushing into your lower stomach.

“You feel me here sugar?” he asked and you cried out at the pressure, nodding furiously, obscenities falling from your lips. You could feel with each thrust against your cervix, where his cock seemed to meet the weight of his fingers. The soft flesh of your belly so warm and sensitive. His satisfied grin quickly faded into a gasp as his teasing touch caused you to tense around him, tightly clenching his cock.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You sound so pretty,” he praised, kissing your sweaty forehead as you panted. More of those sounds spilled from your lips, each one getting higher in pitch as he urged you towards your second release.

Lightly, his fingers trailed from your stomach to circle your clit in taunting circles, keeping time with his hard thrusts.

The moan that escaped you would’ve made you blush if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure of him. Jake was hitting you so right. He was so in tune to your body, it was easy for him to find that spot that made you hum and shake. His fingers swirled faster and rougher circles into your clit, making your back arch off the sheets and into his sweaty chest.

“Jake,” you moaned out, your nails clawing lines into his biceps. “I’m close.” Your words were barely audible as you gasped for air.

“I know, love. I know.” His breathing was just as uneven as your own and when you looked up at him, his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth hung slightly open.

“Cum with me,” you panted and you could feel the force of your orgasm just within reach. Jake’s hips stuttered at your request and both his hands found your knees, pushing them open to reach even further into you.

He cried out as he finally released into you at the same moment your walls clenched and fluttered on their own accord. The pleasure covered your whole body, making you lightheaded and you drifted in the feeling for much longer than you normally did. Distantly, you could hear his shuddering moans mixed with your cries as you both found your release together.

You could feel his release warming you from the inside, the force of his orgasm dripping down your ass and onto the sheets as his hips finally worked their way to a stop.

Every part of him was shaking as he tried to carefully lower himself without crushing you. He usually shook after he came, but the force of his tremors made you smile and drag your fingers soothingly up and down his back. His head laid in the crook of your neck as he let out an exhausted sigh.

The two of you laid there, enveloped in each other’s warmth for a long while.

Slowly, your breathing evened out and your heartbeats slowed enough for you to lift your head and place soft kisses on his temple.

“Babe,” you whispered. He groaned half heartedly. “Your cum is dripping down my leg.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head and cocked one eyebrow at you, dragging his gaze down to where his release was creating a small puddle on the sheets.

“Yeah, but you like it like that right?” He smirked at you when you scoffed and reluctantly pulled himself off you on still slightly shaky arms. He kissed your lips lightly before making his way to the bathroom to get a washcloth. You propped your head on your hand to watch his perfect ass as he walked away.

Sensing your eyes on him, he looked over his shoulder at you and winked devilishly. You laughed before flopping back onto the bed, thoroughly sore.

When he returned with the warm washcloth, you could hear the bath running in the next room. He delicately dragged the cloth up and down your legs before taking your hand to help you sit up. You couldn’t help but smile at his chivalry.

“You think you can walk, sugar?” he teased, kissing you again. You rolled your eyes but tried your best not to wobble as you took a small step towards the bathroom. “You go get in the bath, I’ll be right behind you.”

When you looked in the bathroom mirror, your makeup was surprisingly not as smudged as you’d expected, though your face was flushed and sweaty. The bathwater was the perfect warmth and Jake had put in some lavender bath salts that felt glorious against your skin as you sunk into the tub. A few minutes later he opened the door, two glasses of wine in his hands. You smiled as he handed you one and leaned forward, letting him settle behind you.

It felt perfect to be cradled between his legs, your head resting on his chest as he dragged his fingers lovingly up your arms.

“Jake,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence you had fallen into.

“Hmm?”

“I think Uncle Josh needs to start hosting more sleepovers.”

Jake laughed, his chest rumbling against your ear. He kissed the top of your head lightly.

“You got it, sugar.”

-JNR

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men’s tummies. you agree. reblog

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Wildflowers | SFK

Word Count: 556

[Content warnings: none!! This is simply a fluffy little blurb!]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

After months of traveling and touring, the guys finally had some time off. It was time for a vacation, and you were excited to spend time with the guys at one of your favorite places. The group of you always loved going to a cabin surrounded by beautiful foliage, a calming lake, and hiking trails.

You had been there for a couple days, and it was time for someone to go into town to restock the things you would need. Of course, you and Sam always ended up being voluntold to go and pick up the things that you needed. You grabbed your bag and headed towards Sam’s car.

Sam pulled out of the driveway, heading towards town, his phone connected to the car’s speaker, as the song I Saw Her For The First Time by Dr. Dog, played softly while you started to make a list of things that you needed at the store.

“Mm, I love this song…it reminds me of you,” Sam said, his hand reaching over to grab yours, bringing it towards his lips and planting a soft kiss on your hand, causing you to blush in response to his actions.

“You’re the sweetest, Sammy,” you replied, enjoying the music with Sam’s hand still in yours until you pulled up to a stop sign. Instead of just stopping, he put the car in park, unbuckling his seatbelt, and let out his typical ‘stoner’ laugh as he got out of the car.

“Sammy, what are you doing?” you laughed, unsure of why your boyfriend parked the car and got out of it. Sam trekked around the car and pulled at the wildflowers in the ground, gathering them in his hands. Once he was satisfied with his bundle of flowers, he got back into the car. You looked at him with a bit of a questioning look, and he smiled goofily in return.

“I just love you a lot, bubba,” Sam said, flowers still in one hand and placing his other hand on your cheek as he brought you towards him, kissing you sweetly.

“These,” he started, motioning to the flowers, “these are for you, honey,” he gave you another goofy smile and handed you the bunch of wildflowers. Your eyes widened a bit at the sweet gesture.

Sam was always so intentional with showing you how much he loved you. Whether it was him helping you do things around the house, complimenting you, prioritizing your time together, or bringing you little gifts when he sees something that reminds him of you. He also shows you how much he loves and cherishes you through his touch…sweetly, lovingly, intimately, knowingly.

“Sammy,” you smiled, tears starting to form in your eyes, “You make my heart so happy. Thank you, I-I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N. Don’t say that you don’t deserve me. You are everything to me, Y/N. You know that,” he replied, lovingly yet sternly.

“It’s just so surreal to me sometimes that you love me. I never thought anyone would ever feel that way about me.” you admitted.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, it’s not what I feel for you,” he starts, his eyes meeting yours as he brings his hand to your cheek, then kissing your lips again, “it’s what I don’t feel for anyone BUT you.”

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Holiday Habits - Greta Van Fleet

A/N: So here are some little imagines that I thought of the other night and they made me emotionalll. I love them all and as Josh once said, "We're Christmas people!"

JOSH:

Josh definitely decorates for Christmas but I feel like he goes all out with the decorations inside but not anything too flashy outside. He for sure has a color aesthetic with Christmas decorations. Something beige I think.

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JAKE:

Jake goes the whole nine yards with the lights on the outside of the house. Like ladder, nails, spending all afternoon on the roof, everything. He’s a big fan of the icicle lights that hang down on the side of the house. He also probably would have a real Christmas tree that you and he picked out and he really likes the way it makes the whole house smell fresh.

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SAM:

Sam decorates a bit inside with like throw pillows and blankets but as far as decorations outside... he just sticks some plastic or wooden decorations in the front yard and calls it a day. Minimal upkeep king. One thing he loves to do is make orange garlands in the oven and then string them along the inside windows and maybe around the tree too. He likes to keep it natural.

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DANNY:

Danny would go to Jake’s house first to help him put up lights and then go back to his house and put all the decorations on the outside of his house. Danny is DEFINITELY a mismatched Christmas tree decoration guy. Like he took some from home that he made in like 3rd grade and he has them on his tree. Little snowmen, santas, the ones with his little school picture as the face...

#greta van fleet #gvf #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #greta van fleet imagine #gvf imagine #peaceful army #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #sammy gvf #gvf blurb #greta van fleet blurb #gvf x reader

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I need him so bad like it’s not a joke anymore I’m serious.

The Greatest Show

I have nothing to say for myself except I regret nothing. Can you tell I love Danny? Enjoy, lovely people.

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Summary: Domestic bliss with Danny on a goofy, hot Saturday morning. Fluff, Smut, and more fluff.

Warnings: Sexual content, oral (f receiving), swearing, terrible jokes

The weekend gently woke you with rays of gold accenting yours and Danny’s bedroom. Letting your eyes stay closed, you hummed softly, rolling over to cuddle into your boyfriend’s warm arms. When you felt cool, empty sheets, your eyes opened with disappointment, and you glanced at the alarm clock.

11:13 AM

A good time to get up, you thought. Enjoying the freedom to sleep in but not wasting the day. Climbing out of bed and practically getting swallowed in one of Danny’s huge hoodies that you regularly stole, you went to track down your boyfriend. Padding down the hallway, letting your hand run along the wall peppered with bright, sunny artwork, you pulled the scrunchie out of your mess of a bun and shook your hair down messily around your face. You heard the low vibrations of your man humming to himself from the patio, occasional beatboxing softly accenting his little tune. A wide sleepy smile stretched across your face as you peeked around the corner into the kitchen, not wanting to alert him to your presence yet.

The angel you couldn’t believe you called your boyfriend pulled open the screen door that led to the small enclosed outdoor space off your kitchen. He closed it behind him with his hip, in beat with his little tune, holding some freshly cut chives. When you first moved in together, Danny let you design the area pretty much by yourself, and like the little goblin he affectionately called you, you’d transformed it into a luscious green garden patio. Little herb planters placed in strategically lit places, flowers wafting their sweet smell, windchimes and birdfeeders, all of it encasing a small firepit with cozy chairs and a swinging bench. Danny had even squeezed in a grill, tucked non-descriptly in the corner, pulled out for the frequent evenings with the Kiszkas or your families.

When you came home and found Danny screwing the grill together with the tiny, provided wrench, you teased him about what a dad he was, swearing at the confusing instructions when he wasn’t ignoring them entirely. When he finished it, he insisted on christening the patio, immediately calling up the boys for an afternoon grill. While Danny did a liquor run, you picked up the food at the grocery store. And maybe there were some aprons on sale by the father’s day clearance shelf. Perhaps you picked up a delightfully tacky “Everybody Chill, Daddy’s on the Grill” apron with flames printed cheaply on the front. One might even go so far as to say you bought the matching hat. Waiting until the drinks had started flowing and the burgers sizzling, you came around behind Danny nonchalantly. Giving his hips a loving squeeze, he turned his head just enough to give your forehead an oblivious kiss. As he took a swig of his beer, you spread the apron across his front, tying it around his neck and waist before he could read the print. “Don’t wanna get grease on your shirt, baby,” you cooed, setting the hat atop his curls and darting away. Danny squinted suspiciously as the guys started to chuckle and duck their heads guiltily. Looking down and struggling to read upside down, he looked back up at you with a terrible attempt to appear angry. “When did you even get this?” You reclaimed your place beside Sam on the bench swing, accepting his high-five with a giggle. Later, once the departure of the Kiszkas restored peace and quiet, Danny and yourself had a little more grown-up fun, apron still on. Just the apron. The apron was never worn again, but the use of the name “Daddy” had become a staple.

Biting back a silly grin, you watched Danny open the fridge for some eggs, his head bopping slightly to his whisper-singing. He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on, and you bit your lip despite the innocent situation. Listening intently, you had to bite down on the hood of the sweater to muffle a giggle. He was singing Taylor Swift’s new song, one you vaguely recognized from Tiktok. Still oblivious to your presence, he cracked a few eggs into a buttered pan. After he threw out the shells, he picked up a flipper and to your delight, sang into it like a microphone. “It’s me, Hi, I’m the problem, it’s me,” he dramatically crooned. You bit harder on the poor hoodie, desperately trying to remain unseen. Your adorable boyfriend adjusted the heat, bringing his make-shift microphone back up. “I stare directly at the sunnn but never in the mirror…” Danny moved to the cupboards to grab plates and cutlery. He giggled, actually giggled to himself, and pulled out two of your reusable straws. Using the counter as a practice pad, he started drumming the makeshift sticks along with his song. As he moved back to the eggs to check them, he drummed on each cupboard door and appliance on the way, an impromptu percussion solo apparently missing from Taylor’s song. Landing the downbeat on the edge of the stove, he vocalized an adorable “Tssssss” as he crashed his invisible cymbal.

Like a grand finale, he slid across the kitchen floor back toward the cutlery drawer with a flourish of his hands, and he put back the straws. Picking up the spatula in one hand and the handle of the frying pan in the other, he skillfully flipped the eggs in the air and set the pan back down.

Absolutely lost in your boyfriend’s show, your weight shifted unconsciously, causing the floorboard to creak under your foot. Danny screeched, the spatula clattering on the floor. You winced, hissing “shit-“ your gaze from the tool up to his bright red face, which he quickly hid behind his hands.

“How long were you watching that?” he groaned between his fingers. You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore, trotting up to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. You lovingly kissed a whirlwind of light pecks all across his warm chest, smiling brightly. “I think a more prevalent question would be, why didn’t you tell me you were a Swiftie?” You peeled his hands off his face, bringing them to rest on your hips.

His cheeks flushed darker, “I am not a Swiftie,” he protested petulantly. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Aw, Danny, you don’t have to hide it from me, I still love you,” you giggled. He rolled his eyes, squeezing your hips lovingly nonetheless.

“As if I could hide anything from you,” he teased, tickling your hips where he knew you couldn’t stand it. You doubled over in giggles, and Danny smiled at your laughter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He shrugged, “Well lets see, you go through my closet and steal my clothes,” he slid one large hand flat up your back over your his shirt, “you always steal my phone because you can’t remember what songs you shazamed, plus you take a gazillion selfies every chance you get,” his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes crinkled affectionately, “and apparently you spy on me while I’m just trying to make my girlfriend breakfast.” He dramatically flew the back of his hand against his forehead. “Woe is me,” he fake-sobbed.

You giggled at his antics, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his jaw, the highest place you could reach. “Whatever is a poor boy to do?” you cooed in your best transatlantic accent. He looked back down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a crooked smirk painting his perfect mouth. Before you could blink, he scooped you up effortlessly in his arms. “Wh- Danny!” you laughed. He set you on the counter beside the stove and tickled your sides. You were defenseless, your arms still wrapped around his neck, and you screeched, wiggling desperately away.

He cackled evilly, fighting off your weak defenses until he finally had mercy and slowed down. Swatting his big hands away defensively, you straightened and took them in yours, bringing them up between you and lacing your fingers together. As your breathless giggles faded, you looked up into his eyes and batted your eyelashes flirtatiously. Danny’s smile growing more crooked and dopey as his eyes trailed over your face, seemingly forgetting all about his prior shame as he got lost in your features. Your heart swelled the absolutely lovesick fool in front of you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach the way they did when you first met.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, Wagner,” an empty threat in your voice. You leaned into him more, your legs pressed between his body and the counter. He leaned down, holding his weight with a hand resting on either side of you, squishing his nose against yours playfully.

“Why?” he mumbled, still trying to hold eye contact despite his proximity, making him look adorably cross eyed. You gave his lips a soft kiss, earning you a quiet hum of satisfaction. Pulling away and smacking his butt lightly. “Because if you keep it up, I’m gonna make you burn breakfast,” you winked.

He chuckled, shaking his head and sidestepping to flip the eggs. He grabbed the scissors out of the drawer and started snipping tiny pieces of fresh chives over the pan. “First she spies on me, then she threatens me… just trying to make my girl breakfast,” he mumbled with a smirk. You swung your legs and cocked your head, watching him cook with a wide smile.

“You’re so pretty,” you told him softly. The kitchen window let the warm sun rays in, backlighting his flawless profile, his honey-gold highlights parting the silky soft rings of curls. You smiled wider at the hint of a blush across his cheeks. He side-eyed you, putting the scissors away. “Says you, pretty girl.” He countered bashfully.

Your eyes trailed down his back, admiring him silently. Hebeen particularly feisty last night, evidenced by your own scratch marks littering his shoulders, and you shifted on your seat on the counter as you remembered. You watched the muscles flexing across his back while he worked casually, curls cascading messily, as usual, just completely effortless in his beauty. Your eyes dipped to his perfectly tight ass of their own accord, hidden behind the thin flannel sleep pants.

Danny perked up at your sigh, glancing at you over his shoulder, catching you ogling him shamelessly. He returned to the stove, flicked off the burner with a devilish smirk and set the lid over the pan. He turned to look at you, eyes darker than before when yours met his. An unspoken exchange shared between you both, a wordless confirmation, telling the other the depth of your craving. Before you could utter more than a gasp of surprise, his lips were on yours. Immediately you slipped your fingers through his enviously soft curls, and you eagerly returned his passionate kisses.

His large hands slid down your thighs to your knees, pushing them open and stepping between them, hungrily meeting your tongue with a soft groan. You scooted forward, hinting at him to touch you. Danny pulled back with a soft gasp for air, meeting your eyes hungrily.

“Barely awake twenty minutes, and you’ve already spied on me, delayed breakfast, and made me hard.” His voice had gotten even rougher, his eyes darting all up and down your body. You bit your lip looking down at the tent pitched in his low-hanging sleep pants. Your breathing hitched, loving what you do to him so effortlessly.

Your eyes met his heated gaze before spreading your legs farther, hiking up Danny’s hoodie around your hips, feeling the cool air hit your bare centre. Danny’s eyes landed between your legs, realizing you were panty-less, brows furrowing with a groan of desire. His nostrils flared, and he obscenely ran his tongue along his top teeth. “Breakfast can wait,” he huffed, falling to his knees before you. You dipped your own fingers between your legs, slowly pulling your fingers away a few centimetres, a string of your juices clinging between them and your swollen clit.

Danny’s jaw hung open, growling ferally before shoving your hand out of the way. He leaned in and buried his face in you. You moaned, your hand shooting to his hair for leverage. He slurped obscenely at your clit, sucking gently before lapping at it hungrily.

If someone asked you, what was the best view in the world? It was Danny’s eyes fluttering up to meet yours through his long dark lashes, the rest of his perfect face engulfed in your folds as he ate you out like a sinner asking for his God’s forgiveness. His hair framed his wild eyes, bunching around your thighs every time they closed around his head with pleasure.

You groaned when his lips gave you particularly nice suck, bucking involuntarily. “Mmmm… god you’re so good at this,” you told him, pride leaking into your tone. “’M so lucky.”

He mumbled lowly, directly into your pussy, refusing to leave for a second, “Yeah?” he slurped obscenely again, causing your eyes to roll back. “Daddy eats your pretty pussy good?” His hand finally joined the action, slipping two fingers into you and curling the way he knew you loved.

All you could manage was a pitiful whine and a nod. He scissored his long, rough fingers as he flicked his tongue expertly. He groaned into you, “…tastes so good, baby.” He pumped his fingers faster. “Can’t get enough, so fucking hot,” he moaned into your clit for emphasis, sucking rhythmically. Your jaw hung open at his words. Danny usually let actions speak for him, but when he talked dirty, oh good lord.

Watching your face contort in pleasure from his words, he continued, “…so sweet for me, spread out, so pretty and wet, fucking aching for daddy’s mouth.”

Oh. He was feisty this morning. Two can play at that game, though.

“Fuck yes,” you panted, gathering your little remaining composure. “This is what I think about. When I touch myself. Exactly this,” you stroked his head affectionately, the confession followed by a shy breathless giggle.

He seemed to enjoy this little revelation. Whimpering hoarsely, he laid his tongue flat and shook his face side to side. His eyes locked on yours, wordlessly letting you know that he loved it just as much as you. Your head tossed back in ecstasy. You knew he couldn’t possibly enjoy this more than you did, no matter how enthusiastically he devoured you every chance he got. His mouth was your second favourite sensation in the universe, losing rank only to his cock inside you.

Continuing your teasing, you moaned. “I imagine your mouth all over me, playing with it. Fucking myself, pretending its you instead. Makes me so fuckin wet,” you tugged at his hair, satisfied at the choked groan he released. You smirked, thoroughly enjoying lording your power trip on his libido.

But then Danny stood up, and a petulant whine died in your throat, seeing the completely insane-with-lust look painted on Danny’s face alongside your juices. You didn’t see that look very often. It only came out during certain situations, ones where you’ve driven him particularly crazy. You gulped, awaiting his next move. His wild looking eyes fell from your face to your sopping wet folds, still spread wide open to him. “Show me,” he growled as his eyes shamelessly raked up your body.

You looked at him, lost.

“Show me how you touch that pretty pussy.” Danny’s command was low, but left no room for argument. Your breathing hitched, the sudden realization that he’d never actually seen you do that. In person, at least. There were Facetimes while he was away before, glimpses and teases on snapchat, and the odd time he made you play with your own clit during sex instead of him. But you’d never just… masturbated in front of him.

Feeling strangely vulnerable, you blushed, searching his eyes for confirmation. He licked his lips and quirked an eyebrow at you. Noticing your hesitation, his eyes softened back to the gentle Danny you knew. “Is that alright baby?” he rested his hand on your thigh. You nodded, cracking a shy smile, “Just… haven’t… y’know, done that before. In front of you,” you giggled breathlessly, looking down.

Danny smiled wide, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You wanna?” he asked, an adorably hopeful look on his face. You nodded bashfully, “Can we go to the bedroom though? M’ gonna go numb from the counter.”

He chuckled, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you back down the hall. You bit your lip, thoroughly appreciating his strength for the millionth time. It never got old, the way he could just toss you around like a feather, and apparently it worked for him too, judging by the way his hands groped at your ass.

He dove his face into your neck, sloppily lavishing every inch of skin, blindly kicking open the bedroom door and tossing you back onto the bed. You giggled from the drop, returning Danny’s excited, lustful smile. You held eye contact as you scooted back up to lean against the pillows, keeping your knees closed to his watchful gaze.

Danny smugly cleared his throat, shooting you a shit-eating grin. He settled on his knees at the foot of the bed, opposite you. He raised his eyebrows, flicking his gaze pointedly from your closed knees and back, suggestively biting his lip. You blushed and giggled, “Oh, sorry, did you want something?” His hand rested casually over the cock-shaped mass straining his pant leg. He leaned his head back, palming himself slowly, lidded eyes trained on you intensely. “You got your little show this morning, princess,” he purred, “now I want mine.”

Deciding to tease him a little longer, you cooed seductively, “Say please.” Danny swallowed, watching your hand tease along your thigh. “Please, princess. Let me see,” he growled lowly.

You nodded softly, finally letting your knees fall open. Danny’s breath caught in his throat, choking back a moan. A small part of you felt so treasured and lucky, the fact that he’d seen you naked so many times, but you still captivated him like this. A bigger part of you felt faint with desire.

You watched his eyes track your hand as it slid from your knee down along your inner thigh. You squeezed the soft flesh, sighing softly. Lower, your hand slipped, barely brushing your vulva and slipping up to grip the hem of the hoodie. Too heated for clothes, you pulled it over your head, your breasts falling with a jiggle. Danny groaned under his breath, squeezing his erection.

You layed back down, straightening one leg out and keeping the other bent at the knee. Your inactive hand came up to toy with your breast, squeezing, while the other finally reached its ultimate target. He licked his lips, hardly breathing while he watched. Your middle finger pad brushed over your clit, slipping down over your entrance. You barely slipped in your middle and pointer fingers before tantalizingly dragging them back upwards, spreading your lips open more along the way. Landing on your clit, you circled them slowly, letting a whiney sigh escape your lips. Your other hand toyed with your hardened nipple. Danny’s jaw hung open, zeroed in on your fingers. Rather than feeling exposed, you felt empowered. You had him in the palm of your hand in this moment, and you felt so powerful and sexy.

You circled your clit a little faster, whimpering softly. Danny began panting softly and you noticed his hand stroking up and down his clothed erection with more conviction. You briefly flicked your fingers across your clit side to side, gasping, and returned to your circular motions. “Mmm… Danny…” you breathed, your head lolling back. He let out a pained grunt, and you felt him stirring before you. Opening your eyes, you saw him untie his sleep pants and slide his hand southward out of sight. His fist moved lazily beneath the flannel, his breathing ragged.

“You look so fucking hot,” he strained, brows knitting together. You smirked lazily, dipping lower to slip two fingers inside. He whined, jerking himself off harder, his expression so ungodly sexy. You fucked yourself steadily, bucking your hips to stimulate your clit against the heel of your hand. Your free hand cupped and groped at your breast, teasing your nipples.

You nodded to his hand in his pants. “No fair. I wanna see too,” you bit your lip. He nodded, pausing to lift up and shove his pants down past his thighs. His hand wrapped around his red leaking cock, stroking languidly with a tight grip. You groaned at the sight, fucking yourself faster. Danny smirked. “You like that?” He twisted his fist around the tip of his cock, palming the head with a close-lipped grunt. You nodded, pathetically whimpering, “Mmhmm.”

You watched in awe as his other hand joined the fun, cupping his own balls as he jerked himself. He huffed, chewing his lip and screwing his eyes shut. You felt your orgasm brewing, unable to tear your eyes away from his engorged length. Every part of him was so perfect, the way the delicate skin bunched around the head of him at the peak of every stroke. The lightly trimmed black hair framing his thick base. His strong, muscular thighs clenching and unclenching with pleasure as he bucked into his own hand. The muscles of his abdomen, decorated with the dark happy trail, doing the same. Danny was a fucking stallion, wild and dark, perfectly lean and powerful, with a gentle, warm soul. Amidst the insatiable need, you felt a rush of adoration for him as he knelt at your feet, chasing his own pleasure.

He threw his head back, sending curls flying just as they did onstage while he performed. Instead of beating his drums, he was beating-

You giggled breathlessly, quickly biting your lip. Dannys eyes shot to you, his hand faltering as he smirked, confused. “What?” You shook your head, “Nothing.”

He let go of his aching cock and crawled over you, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. Face to face, he held himself above you. “Tell me,” he whispered, smiling.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Just a stupid joke I just thought of,” you lifted up to kiss him, but he arched away from you teasingly. “Go on then,” he smiled wider. You blushed, shaking your head, “Nooo its so stupid-“ “I wanna hear it anyway.” You looked away from him, trying to hide your face in his hanging curls.

“Instead of beating the drums, you’re beating…” you giggled shyly, trailing off. Danny paused, realization kicking in. He burst out laughing, you quickly joining him. He sat upright, holding his stomach as he calmed down. He shook his head, eyes crinkled and he grinned down at you. “You’re right, that was stupid.” You shoved his chest playfully, and he giggled, leaning over you once more. “Leave it to you to think of ‘beating my meat’ in the middle of that,” he teased.

You giggled and cupped his face, pulling him towards you. “Couldn’t help it, y’looked like you do when you’re drumming,” you mumbled, eyeing his face, desire relighting the moment. Danny smirked, brushing his lips against yours. “You and my drum faces, I swear,” he whispered, finally kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your legs spreading under him to tangle around his. He smoothed one large warm hand down your front, squeezing your boobs. He moaned into your mouth, tongues slipping feverishly.

Another reason you loved Danny so much, this freedom to be goofy in the bedroom without it killing the mood. You two easily slipped between teasing playfully and teasing sexually, laughter flowing as easily as your moans.

His hand impatiently slipped between your legs, far beyond the point of teasing. He rubbed your clit in the perfect motion he knew so well. You gripped his shoulders, burying your face in his neck and planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the taught muscles. His fingers plunged into you, twisting and curling skillfully. You cried out, biting his shoulder gently. “Danny please-“ you moaned. “Please fuck me, need you. Need you so bad.”

Danny leaned up and kissed you desperately, his hand leaving you to quickly replace it with his aching cock. He immediately sunk into you with an animalistic groan, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck baby,” he growled, beginning to thrust steadily. You whimpered, moving your hands to cup his jaw, guiding his lips to yours. He fucked you at a steady tempo but plunging deeply each time. Slow but hard, passion guiding his hips like a metronome. As your lips matched the same intensity, you began bucking your hips up to meet his, already feeling your orgasm rekindling after being so close before. Danny’s hair swayed in rhythm all around your head, and his soft moans and grunts in between kisses spurred you on.

“Dannyyyy,” you whined into his mouth, “so close, please don’t stop”

He groaned loudly, feeling you clenching around him, his own peak approaching. “Fuck me too-“ he gasped and leaned his forehead against yours, relentlessly pounding into you. “Cum for me, please baby, love you so much, cum all over me,” he panted. You cried out, orgasm hitting you like a truck, pathetically writhing under him as it washed over you in waves. Danny’s eyes rolled back, a feral growl rumbling out of his chest as he shot his load into you. Slowing down his thrusts, he finally pulled out with a shuddery sigh, nestling beside you. You rolled and curled into his warm body, catching your breath. Your eyes fluttered open, watching as his did too, and you both smiled lazily at each other, chests heaving.

After a few minutes, you brushed his curls away from his face lovingly. “You think the eggs are still warm?”

He leaned into your touch with a soft smile. “Worked up an appetite, did we?” You nodded with a giggle. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then climbed out of bed, pulling his sleep pants back over his hips as he headed into the kitchen. You heard the clanking of plates, and he returned momentarily with eggs and orange juice in hand. You sat up and smiled brightly.

“Sex and breakfast in bed, is it my birthday?” He smirked, sitting next to you. “Well if it was, you are dressed appropriately.” You squinted at him, knowing he wasn’t finished. A goofy smile broke across his face. “Yknow, cause you’re in your birthday suit?” You cringed, groaning dramatically. “That’s worse than my joke and you know it.”

He snickered at his own joke, bringing his fork up to your mouth. You took the bite, eyes twinkling with love for your dorky boyfriend.

The two of you ate together, bickering and laughing happily, just two idiots in love.

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For the First Time | DRW

Author's Note: I've had the worst writer's block recently, but here's the one idea I had for Danny! Should I finish it?

I'm hoping to finish something soon!

NSFW 18+ Minors, please DNI!

Word Count: 1.9k

[Content warnings: language, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends), readers first time, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader

*A little context for the blurb: The reader was at a GVF concert wearing a 'Sammy Girl' t-shirt. She went to a bar afterward, ended up meeting Danny, and they hit it off...then ya know...smut*

Once you were in Danny’s hotel room, his lips found yours again. His hands made their way to your hips, digging into your sides while his mouth started to explore your jaw and neck.

He guided you towards his bed, laying you down and kissing you passionately.

“Mmm, I could do this for hours, Y/N….but I really want to put my lips on something else. May I?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours as his fingers peeked beneath your shirt to find the waistband of your pants. You nodded and assisted him in getting your pants off, leaving you in your ‘Sammy Girl’ shirt and panties.

You looked at him as you spread your legs a bit, giving him the go-ahead. He smiled and then made his way to your thighs, kissing and nipping at the soft flesh. Danny started getting closer and closer to your heat, nudging your legs open a bit more with his nose and eventually placing a light kiss over your clothed core. This kind of intimacy was all so new to you and you were definitely nervous, but he was already making you feel so good.

“Danny, I-I’ve never done this before…” you blurted out nervously, causing him to pull away from between your thighs. You sat up, and he was on his knees at the foot of the bed, looking up at you.

“Oh wow, that’s okay, Y/N. To be completely honest with you, I haven’t done anything like this in a long time...and we can do as much or as little as you want, okay? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to,” he smiled up at you, placing his hands gently on your knees.

“I want this, Danny…I really do. I-I want you,” you said, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. You could feel him smile as he laid you back down on the bed. He then resumed his position between your legs, his fingers lightly trailing along your upper thighs…incredibly close to where you felt yourself aching for him.

“So, no one has ever touched you here, huh?” he inquired.

“No…uh no one has,” you gulped.

“What about here?” fingers trailing towards your belly, not even half of an inch above the waistband of your panties. Your eyes widened and shook your head in response. He continued to smile at you as he touched you ever so gently.

“Hmm…and,” he started, moving his fingers to the evident wet spot on your panties, “here? Has anyone ever touched you here, Y/N?” he finished, beginning to apply pressure. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of his fingers gracing your slit through the thin fabric.

“I’m going to take that as a no,” he chuckled a little, “mm baby, can I take these off? I want to make you feel so good,” he asked.

“Oh my god, yes. Pl-please do,” you replied, already so desperate to feel more of him. You lifted your hips as he pulled off your panties. He gently spread your legs, exposing your already wet pussy to him. He let out a breathy groan and licked his lips in response.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he smiled at you, hands running up and down your thighs, squeezing them gently.

“Please, Danny…I need you to touch me, please,” you begged and he obliged, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and circling it. Your breath hitched at the contact, then you let out a whimper as he brought a finger to your entrance…taking up your slick and slowly pushing into you. You arched your back in response to the unfamiliar but pleasant stretching inside of you.

“Shit, you’re already so wet, Y/N. So fucking perfect, baby…so so perfect,” he said, seemingly in awe of how you were reacting to him. He added in a second finger, starting to slowly pump them in and out of you giving you time to adjust to the size.

“Oh my god, Danny…please…more,” you breathed, “I want more.”

“As you wish,” he smiled, bringing his lips to your clit and starting to nip and suck as he picked up the pace fingering you. As he continued, you could feel the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach.

“Danny, I think…I-I think I’m going to,” you stuttered out as your hips bucked against his hands and face. It was all so crazy that this was finally happening…that you were experiencing this kind of pleasure. But what was even more surreal, was that of all people to be doing this with, it was Danny Wagner who was currently buried between your thighs.

“Let go, baby. Fuck- cum all over my face and fingers,” he encouraged, diving back between your thighs, moaning into you, his nose brushing against your clit…that action being what pushes you over the edge. He continued to suck and pump into you as you came down from your orgasm.

“Good girl,” he smiled, sucking on the fingers that were inside of you. He planted a kiss on each of your thighs and moved on top of you to kiss your lips. Your hands eagerly found his hair, tugging on it lightly as you wrapped your legs around him, causing him to grind against you and moan into your mouth. You could feel just how hard he was from pleasuring you and you alone, and holy shit was it hot.

“Please…Danny…I…I want..I need you,” you murmured in between kisses, your hands moving to his lower back and pulling him closer to you.

“As you wish, pretty girl. Anything for you,” he said, kissing you and removing himself from you. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him as he gently placed his hands on your thighs.

You sat up, smiling then kissing him, your hands finding his bare chest. Your hands slowly make their way down his torso, to his happy trail, and finally, land on his belt. You pulled back a bit and looked at him, your eyes asking for permission to take his pants off. He smiled and nodded in response. You undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling them down.

Once his pants and boxers were off, your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but gasp a little at the size of him. You had never had sex before and you surely didn’t think your first time would be with someone…as big as Danny. Again, this all still felt so surreal to you, but you knew you were as ready as ever.

Danny cupped your cheeks, bringing you in for a soft kiss. Your hands landed on his waist, pulling him closer to you which resulted in feeling his hard-on against your front. He groaned a little into your kiss at the contact and started moving his hands from your face to your body. You were still in your ‘I’m a Sammy Girl’ shirt and it felt rather silly of you to be wearing it at this moment.

“Hmm…you might have been a Sammy girl when you woke up this morning,” he started, his hands started toying with the neckline of the shirt, “but you sure as hell aren’t going to bed as one,” he finished, gripping the shirt and tearing it right down the middle.

“Holy fuck-” you breathed heavily, your eyes wide. Danny flashed you a smile and was quick to attack your now-exposed neck and chest with open-mouthed kisses. He finished pulling the shirt off of you as his mouth found your ear, nipping the lobe.

“Y/N, It might hurt a little…and it might be easier if you’re on top at first? Is that okay?” He said, pulling away to look you in the eyes. You could tell how concerned he was about your comfort and pleasure and it made you even more sure that you wanted to do this with him.

“Yeah, yes that’s okay! I’m ready, Danny,” you replied. He smiled and kissed you again before making his way toward the top of the bed. He sat against the pillows that were propped against the headboard and motioned for you to move toward him.

You moved towards him, his hands resting on your hips as you hovered over him. You breathed in a bit, the reality of the situation sinking in.

“Hey hey hey, take your time, baby…we’ll go at your pace. We’re in no rush here,” he said, sensing your nervousness and placing a reassuring hand on your hip, “and if you want to stop, we’ll stop…okay?”

“Okay, I just,” you breathed out, a small smile on your face, “I just want you, Danny.”

“You already have me, Y/N,” he replied, returning your smile and moving a hand to your cheek.

You continued to hover over him, your hands resting on his shoulders for some stability. His right hand trailed down your body, moving from your cheek to your core, rubbing against your clit lightly, earning a pleased sigh from you. Then taking the slick he gathered from your past orgasm, he took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times. He ran himself through your folds and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan in response.

“Ready?” he asked once more, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Ready,” you nodded, continuing to use his broad shoulders for balance as you slowly started to lower yourself onto him. The feeling of his tip now pushing into you was so different from how his fingers felt just minutes prior. You inhaled a bit as you continued to lower yourself onto him. His mouth hung agape, and he started to breathe heavily. His eyes were going between looking at where your bodies were meeting and looking at your face to make sure you were doing okay.

“A-re you okay, Y/N?” he breathed. You nodded and smiled a bit, continuing on with what you were doing prior to his question. You eased yourself down, a hot quick pain hitting you as he penetrated you, but then pleasure washed over you as you completely came down on his cock.

“Danny, oh my g-” you breathed, unable to complete your sentence as you relished in the feeling of him fully inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he stretched you out completely.

“Fuck fuck fuck, you’re so tight…and wet, shit,” he breathed, his mouth hanging open and his eyes screwed shut, “you feel so so good, Y/N. A-are you doing okay?”

“Yes, I- holy fuck, yes…I-I’m ready to move…can you help me?” you asked, still taking in the feeling of him being inside of you. His hands were still on your hips, digging lightly into your skin.

“Y-yeah, I can help…shit, you already feel so good, Y/N. We-we’ll take it slow,” he replied, starting to help you move your hips up and down. The feeling of him moving inside of you was incredibly foreign and overwhelming. You couldn’t help but think about how crazy this all was and about how good this felt. You figured you’d be sore in the morning…especially due to the size of Danny, but it was so worth it.

With every movement, you felt pleasure building inside of you. Danny was clearly holding himself back as he helped guide your movements. You wanted to feel him completely… entirely inside of you and on top of you. You were desperately craving to feel the weight of his body and his skin against yours.

To be continued...? Should I finish it??

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