#GVF Fanfic
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Olalla – Chapter Four
Josh Kiszka x female OC
6.432 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.
One more chapter until Jacob makes an appearance again, so bear with me. Some shit still needs to happen...
Warnings: alcohol consumption, junk food, lots of fluff, heavy petting, oral sex, masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, some rough sex too, but not too much, orgams (self) denial, depression, allusions to trauma, some arguing going on, the main character being a bit insufferable
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Feel the vibe
Feel the terror
Feel the pain
It's driving me insane
I can't fake
For God's sake why am I driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you
Josh protested weakly for a short while but gave up soon, because he didn’t really have enough strength to fight with her. All he wanted to do was to wash the sticky sweat off his exhausted body and crawl in bed. He had a throbbing headache, his feet were swollen and his calves felt as if he set them on fire, not to mention the hollow ache deep inside his chest. The first panic attack had scared him shitless, but he learned to cope since then and could feel this one subsiding already. He hoped she didn’t recognize it, thinking that he was probably just upset by what happened…
He was also so hungry it hurt, but the idea of going anywhere and just being seen by any more people made him even more nauseous. He generally loved people, so this scared him too. He didn’t feel like himself anymore.
“Could you please at least tell me where we’re going?” he asked after a while, still clutching his forehead with his elbow sticking out of the window.
“We’re nearly there,” was all she said as she drove through the last sharp bend. They were now at the top of a bare, grassy hill with just a few trees here and there. The sun was setting right in front of them and if he just turned his head left, he would see a truly breathtaking view. It was a warm, breezy, fairytale evening. One of those summer evenings that make you forget about tomorrow; when you stay outside a bit too long, wrapped in a blanket, until early birds and the sun re-emerging on the other side tell you it’s finally time to go get some rest.
Not today though. The magic was lost somehow. He just didn’t care. He didn't want to care right now…
They soon arrived at a wrought iron gate that separated the main road from a driveway which led to several log chalets. They were obviously new, but looked sufficiently traditional at the same time, built in the picturesque goralski style, with just a few modern enhancements. It looked fairytale-ish AND expensive.
In his dreamlike state, he watched her miraculously procure the keys from the glove box, step out of the car and open the gate.
She did the same thing again after she parked the car in front of one of the smaller chalets. This time she motioned him to follow her inside. He groaned and slowly dragged himself out of the car. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever she’d been plotting or whoever she wanted to meet here.
The plank wall interior looked bright and cozy and was moderately furnished with just a large and comfy-looking modern gray couch that contrasted with a wooden dining table and chairs carved in the rural style. There was also a fully equipped kitchenette, a large TV and stereo system and a wooden staircase with iron-wrought banister that led upstairs. It was also completely empty.
“What is this?”
“Our shelter for the night,” she answered and switched the lights on because it was already getting dark inside. “I figured you’d appreciate a bit more privacy today.”
She wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t deny that. He knew he was a mess and if they went back, there would be questions, and the people who’d ask them, and he feared couldn’t deal with that right now. He was sure she didn’t want to, either. And this place was actually quite nice, but…
“So, it’s just the two of us? Is this place yours?” He asked tentatively. He thought it unlikely, but really hoped it was.
“No, not mine. I couldn’t afford it even if I wanted to. And I don’t,” she replied matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything, and turned on the oven to let it pre-heat.
Joshua, however, looked positively alarmed now. Still clutching his backpack in one hand, he tried to stop her in her tracks with the other. “Seriously, Olalla! What is this place and how could you get us inside? Please, tell me we’re not trespassing. I don’t want more trouble. If we can pay for this, I definitely will! I don’t want you to…”
“Relax, Mr. I-will-pay-for-it-all. It’s been already paid for. This is a private resort. People pay yearly rent so they can come anytime they want. Anyway, this one belongs to a guy who owns a small chain of bakeries. I’m the housekeeper,” she finally started to explain while rummaging in the fridge and kitchen drawers. “Here, have some water. And stop bouncing around me like a yo-yo. Sit and relax, for fucks sake!” She grabbed his shoulders and gently pushed him in one of the chairs before she dived her nose in the freezer, searching for boxes with frozen pizza. She threw one on the table in front of him “Margherita?”
He nodded weakly and she put it in the oven. “That’s why I couldn’t go to dinner with you the other day. I was here. Even when they’re not here, I come in here every week to keep this place spotless, because his wife is scared of spiders. Also, it just needs to be ready all the time in case they just decided to come here on a whim.” She noticed his alarmed face and added: “Not now! Don’t worry. They’re currently in Egypt…There’s some wine, too. Would you want some?”
He sucked in a breath and exhaled dramatically, which made her roll her eyes. “I take care of their groceries and other supplies. There’s a monthly budget and they don’t keep track, so they won’t notice. Besides, I can keep the change, so all in all you’re my guest… Now come have a look.”
She took his hand and led him to a small terrace outside a glass door at the southern side of the chalet. That’s when he finally saw it. The whole Tatra mountain range was stretching right in front of them. The setting sun was now illuminating just the tops of it, painting the peaks in fiery red, while the valley below was already shrouded in shadow. The glimmering streetlights of Zakopane looked surreal from where they stood, almost inappropriate…like a fake illusion that civilization could possibly surpass the power of the surrounding nature. We don’t control life, life controls us – that’s what Agnieszka thought. Josh, on the other hand, believed in divine symbiosis. Even now, all he could see was beauty. This was much bigger than him, much more important.
She watched with joy as his expression finally relaxed and a weak smile played on his lips. “This is beautiful,” he breathed out at last. “You still didn’t explain why we’re really here.”
“I already told you. The privacy.” His crossed arms and raised eyebrows and the whole oh-come-on look on his face told her that he wasn’t buying. He didn’t look so drained anymore, though, already going back to his charming, bubbly self. And even if he wasn’t, she wouldn’t mind.
She took a deep breath and told him that this was the exact reason. “We’re here so that you could just be yourself. You don’t need to feign anything tonight.”
If they went back to Eulalia, he would no doubt be forced to smile and act normal, at least until he’d reach the confines of his small and stuffy attic room. He had been upset, and she just wanted him to breathe and smile in earnest. This place was perfect for that. She would go here on her own sometimes – or stayed a bit longer than necessary after having done her chores – just to enjoy a private moment of peace, unbothered by anyone. That’s what she told him.
She did not tell him that she feared that they would just part in the hallway and that would be it. There were still some things that were left unsaid and there might not be another opportunity to say them. She would resume her role of a receptionist/slash/maid and he’d be her guest again, engaging in polite conversations about the weather until he’d be gone for good. The whole ride here, the devil on her shoulder kept telling her that it would be better that way and that this was foolish. Or was it the angel? She couldn’t tell. She also couldn’t let go of him that easily. Maya was wrong. A lot of things could have happened…and they did. She needed closure.
She did not need to tell him that, though. She brought him here not as her guest, but as her…whatever he was. A friend, most probably. Someone who she cared about, in spite of her resolve.
He knew that, and that was what really made him smile, not just the view.
“Thank you, Olalla,” he said in a low tone after a while and brought her from her reverie. “I truly love it here. Can we eat outside? he added, motioning to a set of fake rattan chairs and a small table right beside Agnieszka. He looked like an excited, mischievous boy again.
“Of course,” she smiled kindly and the stove clock buzzed, telling them the pizza was ready.
It was already dark when they finished eating, the wine was almost gone, too. It was getting chilly and they had to wrap themselves in blankets from the couch. Their bare and swollen feet, already freed from their heavy boots, were already getting uncomfortably cold, but neither of them wanted to leave yet. The pizza was okay, but small and they were still a bit hungry after, so Agnieszka quickly made some microwave popcorn. They were now munching the last handfuls, each of them lost in their thoughts, and watching the stars mirror the lights below.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” she finally broke the silence.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” he smiled warmly and reached out to stroke the back of her hand that lay on her armrest...
“The bus…” Her hand slid from under his fingers to reach for her wine, leaving them hovering in mid air awkwardly for a split second before he retracted them and clenched his fist unconsciously.
His previously relaxed face clouded again. “What’s there to talk about? People are jerks, you can’t avoid them. End of story, I guess.” His tone was not unpleasant, but it sounded definitive. He wasn’t going to discuss his breakdown with her. She nodded and looked away, so he continued in his honeyed voice: “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m just impulsive. And I’d rather talk about our trip. The valley, it was a truly beautiful place. How many times have you actually been there?”
Her heart sank and she watched him playing with the hem of his shirt for a while. It was OK if he didn’t want to talk about the bus ride, but the way he just dismissed the kiss stung her. She cleared her throat because the lump in it threatened to choke her, and answered politely: “A few times. I think I was six or seven when my dad took me there for the first time. We needed passports back then.
“Well, that makes it easier now,” he nodded absentmindedly, still playing with his shirt.
“Nothing is easier!” Her sudden outburst made him look up in annoyance, but his expression quickly softened when he saw her own. He wanted to hug her, but didn’t dare, too afraid that she would pull away from him again.
He was about to suggest that they should probably call it a night. The wine obviously didn’t have the best effect on her. However, she took a deep breath and continued. It was a sudden outburst of words, totally out of her character, but he listened eagerly as she told him about the solace she found up there; how the weather made the same places look a bit different each time; how she knew every place accessible on foot and how Dominik – her fiance – once convinced her to get a climbing permit so that he could show her more; how she avoided going up there for nearly two years after he fell and left her here; how she finally learned that it’s just people’s stupidity that makes bad things happen, and nothing else…
She had no idea why she told him all that, but she suddenly felt so much lighter. It was just like the first night all over again. He was her confessor.
“Is that why you’re running from love? he whispered.
“No,” she huffed in protest. “I’m just seeking joy elsewhere. Love is overrated.”
“What? Oh no! Love is everything, dear. You cannot live without it. It’s the ultimate knowledge. ‘The more you love, the more you know’ – a dumb man once said. Love IS joy!”
“Yeah, you’re positively glowing,” she responded sarcastically.
“Even when it hurts, it’s worth it.”
“I’d rather never known that pain,” she mumbled.
“I regret nothing.” His face betrayed him, though. This was clearly not true. He could feel her eyes on him as he chewed the inside of his cheek. She opened up to him, he should do the same. It just wasn’t easy, not when this ugly, fake and pixelated version of him kept defeating him and its tentacles could reach this place too if he weren’t careful. It had destroyed his love and it still threatened to destroy his life…or at least it felt that way sometimes. “…well, almost…but that has nothing to do with love,” he added when the silence became unbearable.
“So, what’s his name?” The question made him smile, albeit ruefully. He loved how straightforward she was from day one. Some might think it rude, but her questions were always laced with pure interest and concern, nothing more. He appreciated that. She was clever, too…although not clever enough.
“Who? The love I don’t regret?” It was obvious that she wasn’t going to repeat the question. They both knew exactly what she meant, so he looked at her at last and added, finally telling her much more than just a name: “Christopher.”
“Do you still love him?”
“I don’t believe in falling out of love…unless it turns to hate. And I could never do that.”
“That sounds a bit evasive.”
“Yet it’s the most truthful answer I could give you. Everyone I’ve ever loved has left a mark. Some may be a bit faded, but love just doesn’t leave. Don’t your vain attempts to run from it prove my point?”
She huffed in annoyance and emptied her glass of wine. “He didn’t leave me intentionally. He died. Isn’t it natural to feel resentful when someone breaks your heart? They’re not gone, they just don’t want you anymore. I’m pretty sure it’s much easier to let go.”
“He didn’t break my heart. I broke his…and mine, in the process. I’m to blame. And I’m pretty sure he’s resentful, but it didn’t make it any easier for either of us. Besides, didn’t you just say a moment ago that it was all about human stupidity? We’re supposed to learn from it, not hide.”
She had no answer to that. She just tightened the blanket around her, acting like they were just talking about the weather. “It’s getting a bit chilly.”
He gave her a long, scrutinizing look, but she kept avoiding his eyes. “Ok, let’s go inside,” he sighed.
They washed the dishes together in silence and then she reluctantly led him upstairs, sad that their day would – after all – end in what felt like an argument.
The upper bedchamber was not much different from his attic room, with just the most essential furnishings, the double bed taking up most of the space. It was also equally stifled after the hot day. The bathroom, however, was large and cool and fully equipped.. Agnieszka once again started making everything ready with alacrity. She turned on the boiler, opened up the window to let some fresh air in, reached into the closet and handed him several clean towels, showed him where to find spare toothbrushes…and all that time he watched her with visible concern in his eyes which she masterfully ignored.
She was finally done. Standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her sides, she exhaled audibly. “Unfortunately, there’s just one bedroom here, but I can sleep downstairs.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Olalla, the bed is big enough for both of us. If you don’t wanna share it, I understand…but in that case I should be the one sleeping on the couch.”
“I don’t mind sharing the bed with you, I just thought…”
“Good, it’s settled then. Now let’s go take a shower,” he interrupted her matter-of-factly and pulled off his shirt. Her breath hitched as he started unbuttoning his shorts.
“What? Together?”
“We’re gonna sleep in one bed, we have no spare clothes, what difference does it make?” He tried to act nonchalantly, but there was some underlying tension building up under the surface, as if he was testing her, but losing his temper already.
“It makes a difference to me Joshua. I do…”
His face contorted in frustration and he threw his arms up in the air. “And what makes you think that I don’t? What exactly do you want? If you brought me here just as a friend, fine. I can cope with that. You obviously made some assumptions about me along the way, and you weren’t completely wrong. But the kiss…I meant it. And I think you did too, that it’s what you want, but your walls are too high. You’ve been dodging me ever since that happened, even before that, actually… Yet, here we are. I’ve been acting like an idiot too, you haven’t met me at my best, but I do like you, ok? So please, stop overthinking this and fucking tell me. Why does it make a difference to you?”
All the time, she just stood there, watching him flailing his arms around, shocked. If only it were so easy – not overthinking it. Was she really pushing him away today? She wasn’t aware of that. She wanted to touch him again. Badly. The yearning was strong, and past the point of it being purely physical. It kept frightening her.
He was wrong, though. This wasn’t really what she wanted. When she saw him for the first time, he was just another guy that she could potentially have some fun with…if he wanted. Just another handsome body to fill the void for a while. But that changed very quickly. And what the hell did he want, anyway?
“I’m scared.” She was crying now, overwhelmed by his confession as well as her over emotions.
“Of what, baby?”
I’m scared of the fact that for the first time in years, I care. And I’m scared of having to admit that, if you asked. And no matter what happens now, you’re going to leave me. I don’t know what this is yet…definitely not a date…we have no future. But I already know that I’m going to miss you.
She couldn’t say any of it aloud though.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes, searching for cues. “Do you want me to go sleep on the couch, baby? It’s ok, you know.”
“No,” she whispered. No, she couldn’t possibly let him do that. It was something in his touch. Every time he made a slightest contact with her skin, her brain short-circuited, making her mind do mental backflips. Because, screw that…If she’s going to miss him, she wants to miss everything about him. “Can you kiss me again, please?”
He barely touched her at first. Just a fleeting brush of his lips against hers. It would be almost innocent if it weren’t for the shaky exhale, almost a moan. It was controlled, and he did it on purpose. He was teasing her before he looked at her again and whispered: “Is this what you want, hm? Just a kiss?”
“You can take whatever you want.”
“I’m not going to be taking anything today, baby,” he responded, caressing her cheek in a loving way. She leaned into his touch and ran her fingertips up his bare chest, tracing his collarbones and then his jaw as she tried to commit every detail of his face in her memory. “We’re gonna take it slow, what do you think? he whispered.
“Yes…,” she whispered back.
He reached for the hem of her tank top, motioning her to lift her arms up, which she was reluctant to do.
“I stink like a pig,” she sniffed, but a soft smile was already forming on her lips.
“You smell divine, my dear.” He kissed her again, this time with more passion. They stood there for a while, reveling in their newly found intimity, licking and moaning into each other’s mouths. He cupped her bare breast in his hand, running his fingers along her nipple before he bowed down to do the same thing with his tongue. She tilted her head back. “Joshua…”
“Yeah,” he muttered with her nipple still in his mouth.
“I’d really like to shower first…” He smiled against her skin and straightened up. He took her hand, grabbed the towels with the other and led her into the bathroom.
He did as he promised, and took it slow. They took off the rest of their clothes and stepped in the shower together. She unbraided his hair, helped him disentable the dreadlock beads from his hair, before she started rubbing shampoo into his curls. “Coconut ice-cream again?” he chuckled softly. She smiled back. “I told you I take care of the supplies. That includes my supplies. I get a wholesale discount for this.”
“You’re a hell of a housekeeper,” he laughed.
When they got back to the bedroom, she just turned off the lights and climbed in bed. He followed suit. They cuddled at first and explored their bodies in the darkness. Listening to his heavy breath was intoxicating. The silky softness of her skin, in contrast with her calloused palms, moved him in a way he never expected. But as soon as their kisses deepened and his cock hardened, they couldn’t wait any longer. She cupped his balls and kneaded them gently, making him whimper.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered.
“Come inside then.”
“What a nice way to put it,” he chuckled against her shoulder. “How do you want me?”
“Spoon me.”
“Alright.”
She turned on her side and he positioned himself, pushing in slowly. He tried to do everything slowly, but it became almost unbearable after a while, and when she whispered “more,” he quickened his pace. He wanted to do just what she asked for, and just listening to her reactions was making him lose his mind. So, when she whimpered “tough me more,” he was delighted to oblige. He grabbed her leg and lifted it up, resting her shin against his knee. His hand sneaked down her thigh until he found that precious little button. It didn’t take long and he soon felt her contracting around him. He diligently took her there, pushed her over the edge with one last flick of his finger and held her tight while she reached the dizzy heights and then came back to him.
It took her a while to realize that he had stopped completely. “Joshua…go on…” Her voice was like a jingle bell, feeble and high and a little breathy.
“Shhh, just let me savor the moment, it’s ok” he murmured into her hair. She exhaled heavily and relaxed as the fatigue threatened to overcome both her mind and body at last. With their limbs still intertwined and their bodies still connected, she felt his chest rise and fall against her back. It was getting cold in the room. He moved just a little to grab a blanket, threw it over both of them and buried his face in her hair again. Almost involuntarily, he moved his hips just a little a few times and whimpered weakly, still chasing the feeling before he finally stopped. “Get some rest, sweet Olalla,” he whispered and his fingertips stroked the baby hair that covered her temple. She fell asleep before he got limp, feeling both peaceful and full.
The sun emerged from behind the clouds and its morning rays hit Josh straight in the face, waking him. He was a bit disoriented at first. He also had a painful erection.
The planks on the ceiling looked just like those in his attic room, but the light coming from the outside, as well as the smell of new wood and furniture were different…then he remembered.
Her side of the bed was empty and cold and no sounds were coming from below. That made him start…only to notice a piece of paper with a quickly scribbled message placed carefully on her pillow.
I had to go back to Eulalia, but I will be back VERY soon with some clean clothes and breakfast. Feel free to make yourself some coffee.
He checked his phone on the nightstand to see what time it was, only to find it dead. Perfect, so she was keeping him hostage now.
That made him huff. He had no idea what time it was, but he had faith in her, so…first things first. He had to take care of himself. He wrapped his fingers around his hard-on and started stroking himself. It was slow at first, but he soon became impatient. All the pent-up energy, all the emotional whiplash he experienced recently, all the hurt and newly found pleasures…he needed to release the tension that had only intensified the night before.
For the first time in months, he didn’t picture Christopher’s mouth enveloping the tip of his hard dick while he was pumping himself. The events of the previous night occupied his mind instead. He enjoyed sex with women, but it had been a couple years now…and to be honest, it had never infiltrated his deepest fantasies…until now. He just couldn’t help it now. He could feel it again – her tight walls, smooth like velvet, warm and tight…but not too tight. Different.
The way she moaned with each thrust; it was so melodic. So sincere. All the hurt she had tried to hide, it seeped out of the pores of her silken skin and evaporated in the air above them. He made her feel better. She made him feel better.
He closed his eyes and he could see her face clearly again, as if it was tattooed on the inner surface of his eyelids. He thought about their first kiss as he twisted his wrist, stroking the head of his cock in a circular motion. The electricity when the tip of her tongue met with his was real. It made him moan loudly and his heart started to beat faster. He was getting close already.
He ran his second hand past his abdomen to cup his balls, kneading them gently just like she had done yesterday. He longed for her to do it again, but right now he had to get this over with so they wouldn't burst. A few more strokes – together with a memory of her dark ponytail flailing in the wind – before spurts of his cum landed on his belly and chest.
The hurt he had felt – it somehow ceased to matter the very moment she decided to try to make it go away without even asking what he had done to feel that way. Her whole being left an imprint on him. Her teary eyes, her ringing laugh, the softness of her skin and her calloused hands. His vision of her was not purely sexual, but it made him emotional. She was a born caretaker, who – for some reason – chose to live without love. He couldn’t forget the way she was looking at him the night he gave her the pendant. Like deer in headlights. She begged to be seen, yet she was trying to make herself invisible. He became convinced that he had to fix it.
Again. He hadn’t learned a single thing…
He lay there for a while with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of warm sun rays on his skin, but the relief he had sought was short-lived and he started to feel on edge once again. Groaning in annoyance as his release on his stomach started to get crusty, he finally scrambled out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom.
The quick shower he took to clean himself did not make him feel more relaxed, on the contrary. It once again reminded him of last night. He lathered up a drop of the coconut shower gel between his hands to wash his torso with it and the smell only made him dizzy. He needed her.
He wandered naked around the chalet, searching through empty drawers for a compatible charger, knowing too well it was futile. He made himself a coffee and then just let it get cold on the table. He opened a bottle of beer, took two sips and then just held the cold bottle on his forehead while he sat sprawled on the couch. He started gnawing on his lower lip out of impatience when he finally heard a key in the lock and his eyes snapped open.
She was beautiful, with her long dark locks just hanging down this time. She was wearing a white madeira sundress and flip flops. He had never seen her like this.
“I’m SO sorry, it took a little longer than I expected, I hope you didn’t…oh!”
At first she thought he was angry, the way he leaped from the couch and darted towards her, with that look on his face. She instinctively backed away, but he just took the bags she was holding, put them on the table and literally pounced on her, grabbing her sides and making her stumble backwards and collide with the wooden door.
“Joshua! Wait a second,” she bursted out, grabbing his shoulders in an attempt to regain her balance. He disregarded her feeble resistance, grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the door at both sides of her head.
“For what exactly? I’ve waited for hours. Now I don’t need to anymore. I think I”m going to take what I want after all,” he grunted against the soft skin right below her earlobe and pushed his leg between her things. “And don’t tell me you dressed like this to make me wanna hold your hand again, so don’t play coy,” he added, while licking a long stripe from her collarbone back up to her earlobe, earning a high pitched moan when he bit it. Her heart started beating wildly, sending tingling waves of arousal throughout her whole body. He was already rock hard, rutting against her pelvic bone.
“Aren’t you hungry?” she whimpered, nodding towards the table. She was referring to the food she brought, but they both knew she was teasing him with double meaning. She arched a little, pressing her still clothed pussy down on him a bit more. It was exhilarating to feel his hands tightening around her forearms, digging his fingernails in her flesh. He looked at her, nostrils flaring, and she reciprocated with intense glare.
“I’m starving. Feed me.” He let go of her arms, grabbed her jaw instead to force her mouth open and licked into it, claiming it. Her own hands immediately travelled up his back, kneading his tight flesh in a sudden frenzy, pulling him even closer to her chest.
Still locked in a searing kiss, he turned her around and they slowly made their way towards the couch. When her calves collided with it, he just pushed her down and kneeled in front of her, pushing the hem of her dress up to her waist with one swift motion. She had no panties on, which made grin like a madman, shaking his head with a mischievous “tsk”.
With just his fingertips, he pushed her thighs further apart and licked his lips absentmindedly, seeing her in all her glory for the very first time. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, while the same fingertips travelled further up her inner thighs until his thumb brushed gently against her clit, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.
She moaned melodically and he hummed in unison with her. “You said you liked my singing?”
The question brought her back to earth and she looked down at him in confusion. “You want to sing to me now?”
He locked his eyes with her and they gleamed with mischief as he brushed his cheek against her inner thigh and planted a soft kiss on her labia. “Uh huh.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just this…” he whispered, pressed the tip of his tongue on her exposed bud and really, really started singing…
He had to push her abdomen down with his hand to keep her steady as her whole body twitched in shock, her hands frantically grabbing at the pillows around her. He had her moaning loudly in no time. She had never held any man’s head between her legs, but she entangled her fingers in his curls almost involuntarily, in fear that he would stop. He hummed in approval and quickened the vibrations of his tongue even more and she cried out, eyes open wide. He slowed down a bit when her legs started shaking, enveloped her clit with his lips and started sucking on it gently. That was a terrible mistake, because instead of prolonging the experience, it pushed her over the edge immediately.
She watched him in a haze as he emerged from between her legs and hovered above her, his facial hair completely wet. She immediately reached out to wipe it off with her palm, but he grabbed her wrist and smiled devilishly. “Leave it!” It sent her mind reeling.
“What is it, baby? You look completely ruined,” he crooned maliciously.
“Oh god, Joshua, just shut up and fuck me!” she exclaimed impatiently, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer.
“Oooh, I will!” he bit his lip and shook his head maliciously. Before she could react, he buried his dick in her to the hilt. They both groaned loudly, exchanging a quick look. He swallowed audibly and rested his forehead between her breasts. “Your body’s made of silk, baby,” he murmured against her skin. “It’s driving me nuts.”
She clenched around him deliberately, making him groan again. “Don’t get too sentimental now. I’m not ruined enough yet!”
“Dear lady, you’re a beast,” he whimpered through his teeth and straightened up. “As you wish.” He grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her with an unexpected force.
She watched him, mesmerized. She literally saw him in a completely new light now. His parted lips, his furrowed brow. Just seeing him like that was an intensively sensual experience, and it turned her on even more. She could soon feel another orgasm building deep inside her low abdomen. It was becoming almost overwhelming and she grabbed his upper arms to steady herself, digging her fingernail into his skin. That did it for him and his movements became erratic. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control over his bbody, but she clenched around him again and hissed: “Go on. Fill me up!”
With a few last spasmic thrusts and a long, high-pitched moan, he did, taking her with him one more time. They collapsed together on the couch, breathing heavily.
“Joshua?”
“Yeah?
“I like you too.”
He didn’t say anything, just pulled her even closer to him and kissed her forehead lovingly.
“What do you think is going to happen now?”
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, stroking her hair “but literally anything’s possible. Let’s not worry about it now.”
“I assume you can’t stay longer, can you?”
“No, I’m afraid I can’t. But we still have a week. Let’s make it the time of our lives.”
And they started immediately. The weather was capricious that day. The morning sun soon hid behind the clouds and heavy shower rains kept drumming on the roof. It was a perfect day for ceaseless fucking. It was as if nature played along. Once they got the taste of each other, they just couldn’t stop.
They fucked three more times that afternoon. At first he bent her over the dining table right after lunch. It was animalistic and quick and she feared she’d leave scratch marks on the wooden table as she cried out with each violent thrust against her cervix. His hands on her hips were gentle though, kneading her flesh like velvet cushions, the pressure of his fingers on her skin more aggressive only when he came.
The second time was slow and gentle, as they lay in bed under the roof. Rain kept falling as he showered her with kisses.
They lay there for another half an hour before they concluded it was finally time to take another shower. That’s where he pressed her against the tiles and filled her with his seed one more time.
The day wasn’t over yet, but it was time to go back, so they cleaned up the chalet, got dressed, packed their things and soon were on their way back, arriving at Eulalia before supper.
Maya greeted them at the reception with a smile, but something was off. She was all smiles and giggles when she and Agnueszka talked briefly earlier that day. She looked almost apprehensive now.
“I need to talk to you,” she hissed at Agnieszka in Polish after Josh excused himself and ran up the stairs to his room.
“Can it wait?”
“No, I’m afraid it can’t.
“Well, it will have to. We’re going out soon in half an hour. You promised me. I’ll be back in the kitchen tomorrow morning.”
“Olalla!”
“See you in the moooorning,” Agnieszka trilled over her shoulder, already on her way up.
Back in her room, she checked her phone briefly, only to notice she had a whatsapp message from Bartek. It was a link to some article one of his buddies allegedly found somewhere. She opened it and gasped in shock.
Josh knocked on her door ten minutes later. He definitely did not expect her to open it with teary eyes.
“What happened,” he frowned.
She showed him the screen and he went pale immediately. “OK, let me explain.”
“Yeah, you do that…and while you’re at it, feel free to introduce yourself, because clearly, I don’t know you…”
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Into never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you
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Prettiest in the Morning
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Summary: Jake is worth being late to work for.
Word Count: 2.3k +
Warnings: smut, (18+ ONLY) sweet morning sex with Jake, unprotected p in v, a little cock warming, fluff fluff & more fluff. tooth-rotting sweetness.
a/n: this was born purely from this wonderful request. enjoy, my loves.
"Call out today, honey. They don't need you as bad as I do."
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The incessant screaming of your morning alarm penetrates your dream state as your eyes slowly begin to open.
The sun's morning rays pay no mind to your blinds, peeking through them with a strength that makes it difficult for your eyes to adjust right away.
Through a squint, you take a look at your clock to catch the time.
6:45am
A drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you rub what’s left of your slumber from your eyes.
You roll your tired body over to see your lovely Jake, his mouth parted sweetly and carrying the faintest of snores. He’s still fast asleep as he’s cozily wrapped in your fluffy duvet. You smile at his soft, sleepy features that beckon you to stay tangled up with him.
But, alas, you must leave him. You have to be at work by 8:00am, much to your disdain.
You lean down to plant quiet kisses on your sleeping beauty. His eyelids, his nose, his lips– he stirs the slightest bit, a lethargic grin curling from the corners of his mouth. But his eyes stay shut, drawing him back into his deep rest.
You stretch your stiff limbs as you reluctantly pull yourself away from the warm covers.
Why must your bed be the comfiest when it’s time to get out of it? A question for the ages, no doubt.
You try your best to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake him. Lifted on the very tips of your toes, you pad across the cold wooden floor to your closet.
You shuffle through the threads set aside in a special section designated for your work clothes. You’re usually very meticulous in picking your daily work attire, but today, you just don’t have the interest for it.
Your arms feel extra heavy as you reach them over your head to grab the first blouse and pair of slacks you see. Your oversized sleep shirt (one of Jakes, of course) rises up just enough that you feel the cold, morning air against the bare skin of your thong clad ass that sends a chill up your spine. Yet another cruel reminder of how badly you wish to be in the warm bed, with Jake's body heat radiating on you like your own personal space heater.
You pull the garments from their hangers and tiptoe back to your room, stopping at your dresser as you set your clothes on the chair next to it.
You pull your shirt off, hissing at the cold air that hits your nearly naked form. Goosebumps appear on every inch of your chilled skin; your nipples harden instantly from the brisk temperature of your room. Jake has an affinity for keeping the room cool. You don’t mind it as long as you're snuggled up next to him in your bed, but it’s rather unpleasant when you’re not soaking up his warm body.
You can’t begin your day without moisturizing your skin. As cold as you are, you refuse to get dressed without lotioning up properly.
You take the nearest bottle and begin lathering yourself up with the vanilla scented cream. You prop your leg up on the chair your clothes are waiting for you on, running the slick blam over your calf and all the way up to the top of your thigh. You put that leg down and as you begin to work on the next, you hear a deep breath coming from the direction of the bed behind you.
You stall your movements, hoping you didn’t wake him.
But as you slowly turn your body around, you're met with his drowsy eyes fixed on you. His arms rest above his head and one bare leg sits atop the covers. Sprawled out beautifully and rather invitingly with a gorgeous smirk across his pink lips.
“Jake. I’m so sorry, baby. I tried not to wake you,” you softly mutter while you set the lotion bottle back on the dresser. “I hope you haven’t been awake long.”
He turns on his side and props his head up with one arm, keeping his heavy eyes on you. “You shouldn’t be sorry, lovely. I’m getting the show of a lifetime.”
You giggle as you grab your slacks and begin putting them on. But as you step the first foot in, Jake quickly interrupts you.
“No, no, don’t do that just yet. C’mere first.”
You can’t deny his pretty eyes, so you stop what you’re doing and walk over to him. He sits up to meet you, hands gently wrapping around your hips as you stand before him.
His face is so close; you feel each shallow breath against the exposed skin of your stomach, only intensifying the goosebumps already there from the cold.
“You’re the prettiest in the morning, you know that?” His eyes are locked with yours as he leans in to connect his lips just above your belly button. “And you smell so good, my sweet vanilla cupcake.”
You want to melt into him, to render yourself completely under his heated touch against your cold body.
You weave your fingers in his tangled locks while he continues to pepper the sweetest, laziest kisses against your tummy.
But reality suddenly sets in. You look to the clock once more; 7:05am.
With traffic being the worst during the morning rush, you’ll have to leave in no less than twenty minutes if you want to be at work on time. Even then, that’s a stretch.
“Baby, I have to get ready. I don’t want to be late,” you say through hitched breaths.
He hums into your skin, the warm vibration sending a flash of arousal to your core as you're mentally cursing the fact that you have to put an end to this so you can finish getting ready.
But just as you begin to do so, he quickly pulls you closer to him as he falls back on the bed and drags you on top of him.
You both get caught in a fit of giggles with the way he so perfectly calculated his movements so that your bodies would end up this way.
“Jakey,” you say through a breathless laugh, “I have to get ready for work. I really don’t want to be late.”
He takes your face in his hands, pulling it close to his and deeply kissing your lips. You can’t help but deepen it even further. He knows your weaknesses, and kissing him is number one on your list.
His velvety soft lips, the taste of his tongue, the way he nibbles ever so slightly on your lips— you find yourself craving his kisses more often than not.
His fingertips gently glide over your shoulders, down your arched back, stopping at the rounded curve of your ass. He squeezes the flesh in his hands while you begin to grind yourself on his hardened cock beneath your now soaked core.
He pulls his mouth away, leaving you chasing after him for more.
His blown out irises meet yours, a sly smile splayed on his kiss-swollen mouth.
“Just call out today, honey. They don’t need you as bad as I do.”
Before you can oppose, he flips you both over so he’s now on top of you.
“My sweet, beautiful girl. So pretty in the forenoon gleam,” he says, looking at you with eyes that say more words than his mouth ever could. A look that makes you feel as if you’re the only woman in his world. His fingers brush along the side of your cheek as you lean into his hand. “How could you ever make the grueling trek to work and depart from me?”
If you had it your way, you’d never leave him. Even for something as normal as going to your eight to five.
No; if you could, you’d stay here. Just like this, for the rest of your conceivable days.
“I love you, my sexy poetic lover,” you tell him. “But if you want me to keep my job, I simply must make the grueling tre—“
He promptly cuts you off with another kiss, gentle and sugary. Taking his time to enjoy the taste of you, and you’re quite enjoying it yourself— so much so that the time feels mute. It’s stopped completely, as far as you’re concerned.
He ruts his hips into your core, his hard cock rubbing against you, stealing your breath.
His kiss becomes more fervent, more hungry. Like he’s utterly starved for you.
You reciprocate right back. Your body craves his to be as connected with yours as humanly possible.
He breaks away, hovering his lips just above yours. Close enough that they brush over yours ever so softly.
“Can I show you how much I love you?” he asks in a hushed whisper. He sounds desperate, like his need for you is as dire as if his entire life depended on it.
You reach down between your bodies and tug his strained boxers down, then move your panties to the side, gasping at the crisp air of your room hitting your drenched center.
“Please, baby,” you mutter, nearly breathless at your unbridled need for him.
He smiles against your mouth while lining himself up with you, running his tip through your quivering folds. “That’s my pretty girl,” he says against your parted mouth. “Gonna take it slow and gentle, okay? Just wanna make you feel good, baby doll.”
He takes his time entering you, letting you feel every inch as he slowly glides all the way inside while you both sign in absolute relief.
His hips move in long and drawn out strides, allowing his cock slowly pump in and out of you.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, whispering sweet nothings in the shell of your ear.
He fills you so wonderfully and completely. The slightest bit of a sting present, but only in the most elating and erotic way.
“You’re so warm, baby doll,” he says, his lips ghosting over your tingling skin. “So perfect and tight. My beautiful sweetheart with the most pretty pussy.”
You wrap your legs tight around his back, keeping him as close to you as you can while his pace picks up just enough that your blissful end is just on the horizon.
“Jake, baby. You feel s- so good inside me. Right where you belong,” you mumble through staggered breaths.
You reach your hands to his sturdy shoulders, digging your nails in his damp skin. He whimpers in your ear, a sound you’ve come to realize is your absolute favorite.
“Yeah— this is where I belong, baby doll. Tucked away inside, just like this.” He stills himself inside you, his twitching cock causing you to flutter as he rests against your sweet spot. “I feel you, honey. Squeezing me like that, you’re so close. Can you give it to me?”
He lifts his thumb up to your mouth, and you instantly open up for him. He places it inside and you swirl your tongue around the pad just a little before he pulls it back out.
His wet thumb slides slowly down your body. He lifts himself up just a bit to reach for your throbbing clit, toying with it in gentle circles as he begins pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.
“Right there, baby, right there,” you muster in high pitched whines.
He leans in to meet your lips once more, and that is all it takes for your body to succumb.
You’re crashing hard into your wave of pleasure, your cunt pulses and throbs around him. Your back arches completely off the bed, your breathing labored and deep.
“There you go, baby doll,” His voice is low, his words raspy and faltered. “Gonna paint you nice and pretty, okay love?”
He pulls himself out, stroking his cock covered in your slick. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes roll in the back of his head.
He finishes all over your tummy. His warm cum feels like a blanket against your skin. His moans become almost uncontrolled, those beautiful noises that are prettier than any ballad.
He falls against you, his heaving chest colliding gently with yours.
“I love you, my perfect girl,” he whispers into your neck. “Thank you for staying with me.”
“I love you, Jakey.”
You brush your fingers through his hair, taming his disheveled length. You breathe him in deeply to savor this beautiful morning with him. You wish it could be like this always, that nothing could ever come between the two of you. Not even a job.
Shit.
Your job. You completely forgot.
You snap your head over to look at the clock, scared to be met with reality.
7:49am
“Oh fuck!” you yell. “I’m late for work!”
You kiss the crown of his head before he moves off of you. You jump up to get cleaned up, realizing that no matter how quick you move, you’ll never make it on time.
“Hey baby,” Jake says. “You know it’s Saturday, right?”
You stop dead in your tracks. There’s no way you forgot what day it was.
You take your phone off the nightstand and turn the screen on to check.
Sure enough, it’s fucking Saturday. Your day off.
“Jake! Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask as you shamefully drop your head in your hand.
He giggles sweetly, forcing a smile to soften your irritated features. “Well, because now I know you’d rather be here with me than at your silly old job.”
You toss your phone back on the nightstand and lay back down next to him, playfully smacking his biceps.
“That’s a risky game, Jacob.”
He chuckles he rolls you over on top of him. “I love you, baby doll.”
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Watermelon Sugar/ s.f.k
Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader
Word Count: 2607
Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ kissing, oral sex (f receiving), spanking (if you squint), fingering, begging, hair pulling, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls!), breeding
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“C’mon, love, time to wake up.” Sam runs his hand up and down your side, bringing his lips to kiss the shell of your ear. His fingers slid under your shirt on his second pass up your side, the gentle pads sinking into the soft skin of your belly.
“Mm, can’t we just stay here?” You whisper and nudge your hips back hoping you could sway his decision.
“Y/n, baby… I mean, we could but I already paid for the pass.”
“Ten more minutes.” You’re not asking, more so telling. Did you really have to leave now, anyways? He had you pack your bags two days ago… and he had put them in the car as soon as they were zipped. All there was left was the drive.
“Ten more.” He repeats in solidarity, his hand laying flat on your tummy. You can feel the beginning outline of morning wood against your ass, if there was one thing to keep you in bed, it was this. You nudge your ass back against his groin, placing your hand over his and pressing his palm harder against your skin.
“Maybe twenty?” You ask this time, trying to sweeten the deal.
“Uh-uh, I know what you’re trying to do. We’re going.” Sam backs his hips away from you, turning to lay on his back.
“What am I trying to do?” You turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watch him think of his next words.
“Trying to seduce me, woman!” He moves his hand down to adjust himself in his boxers, bringing his arm back up to rest behind his head. You sit up and straddle his legs, placing your hands on his chest and dragging them across his bare skin. You give him the sweetest eyes you can as you slowly lower your chest to be resting against his. You pepper kisses across his chest before resting your cheek over his heart, listening to the beat it drums. His hands come over your body to wrap around your back, pulling you closer to his chest than you thought was possible. He was getting harder beneath your weight from no efforts of your own, his fingers tracing along your spine.
“Mm, Sammy,” You whined as the sensation from his fingers urged your body to shiver in response. In turn, that meant grinding deeper onto his clothed cock. “Fifteen minutes left should be enough, right?”
“Nowhere near enough time for what I wanna do to you.” He admitted shamelessly, a side of him you wished he'd show more. You lift your head up again to continue kissing his chest, going until your lips reach his nipple. You look up at him through hooded eyes before drawing your tongue towards his nipple and flicking it, the combination of spit and air causing it to pebble. Sam moans followed by an audible swallow.
“How about now?” You teased before continuing to kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck.
“I can do it better, y’know.”
“What?”
“I can flick my tongue better.” He finally moves his hands from your back to resting at the waistband of your panties. “Want me to remind you?”
All you offer is a nod and a short mhm and before you know it he’s inching you up his body until your center is lined up with his mouth. He brushes his fingers over your clothed clit before tucking them into part of fabric that meets the junction of your thigh and center. Pulling them to the side, he blows a stream of cool air against your exposed skin.
“So wet, sweet girl.” He didn’t even give you a second to register or respond to his words before his hands were planted on your hips, pushing you down onto his tongue as he lapped at your clit. His fingers dug deep into the supple skin of your ass as you rode out your orgasm, coating his face in your slick. Even after finishing, he licked between your folds until there was nothing left before ushering your legs from around his head.
“My turn now?” You asked, running your hands down his chest, stopping at the band of his boxers.
“Uh-uh, gotta go.” He sits up and kisses you softly before getting out of bed, tossing you a pair of shorts and one of his shirts from high school.
~🍉~
“I think there’s an extra piece…” You say as you struggle to push the pieces together to the tent. Years of Girl Scouts have evidently failed you as your tent looked more like a pile of polyester and metal poles than, well, a tent. You wonder how he always manages to talk you into outdoor activities. The heat was nauseating to say the least, and you were never successful in your attempts to set up the tent or start fires. But it always makes you feel bad when sets everything up by himself.
“Babe, there probably shouldn’t be extra pieces.” Sam drops your shared duffle bag against the hefty trunk of a nearby tree before making his way towards you.
“Okay, well I’m telling you- there is.” Unlike the pieces you were attempting to put together, you snapped. You watch between your legs and see Sam’s feet approaching you from behind. It’s only a matter of seconds before his large palms find purchase on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles across your lower back.
“Woah, woah, woah. Deep breath, it’s okay. Do you want me to get it?” He almost doesn’t give you a choice as he uses his hands to help you stand up. Your backside rubs against his groin as he slowly brings you upright.
“I just wanna help! You always do everything a-and I just wanna… Ugh.” You frown as you turn around to face him. Sam wraps his arms around your shoulders and you press your forehead to his bare chest.
“Breathe, honey girl, you can still help. Do you wanna set up the hammock? You always pick the best spot,” He pulls away to look you in the eyes, bringing one hand to rest against your cheek.
“Okay, I can do that.” You nod your head yes and place your flat palm against the heated skin of his chest. Sam cups your chin and brings you in for a kiss, pulling away for a second before pecking your lips again.
“Hammock’s over there.” He points next to the duffel bag to a smaller striped bag. You turn to walk away, leaving Sam with whatever you had going on regarding the tent, if you could call it that. As soon as you pass him, he reaches back to smack your ass.
“Go team!”
“Saaaam!” You whine, rubbing your hand over your skin to soothe the sensation.
~🍉~
Finding the perfect spot for the hammock was no issue for you, in fact it was the one thing you felt confident in during these ventures. Sam hums a tune you don’t recognize, probably something off their newest project. You smile and slide the rope through the hoop at the end of the hammock, wrapping the rope around the trunk of the tree, and delicately twisting and tying each knot, repeating the process on both sides until the hammock is safely secured between your trees of choice. Embarrassingly enough, Sam still managed to fix the entire tent before you finished hanging the hammock. In your defense, most of the hard work had been done.
“That part was in fact not extra, by the way.” Sam states while walking towards you. “How’s hammocking going?”
“Good, I think it’s ready.” You rub your hands down your shirt and turn on your heels to face Sam.
“Wanna try it out?” He motions his hand towards the hanging fabric. You stand in front of it and gently position yourself in the middle, sitting on the hammock before throwing your legs up into the nest of cloth.
“It’s perfect!” You ring out into the woods.
“Room for one more, you think?” Sam asks as he makes his way over, following suit. To your surprise he successfully found his way nestled in next to you without any casualties. In a matter of moments, your legs find themselves thrown over his, your arms wrapped around his torso and face buried into his chest. He hums at the contact, bringing his hand to rest on your side, the other under your head allowing you to rest on his forearm.
“You did a good job, I’m proud of you.” He mumbles into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.
“Thank you, Sammy. And thanks for fixing the tent.”
“Anything for you.”
You nuzzle deeper into his side, bringing your leg up further, in turn drawing his hand lower on your waist until his palm rests against your ass. You’re reminded again how his playful tap felt in the presence of his gentle touch. You subconsciously arch your back, pushing your ass into his hand more firmly than he was allowing himself.
“I’m sorry, is there something I can do for you?” He asks as he squeezes your supple skin with his calloused fingertips before gently kneading the flesh.
“Just thinking about that smack from earlier,”
“Yeah? Did it encourage you to be a team player?” Sam drags his fingers under the hemline of your shorts until they meet the lacey edge of your panties. “Hm, think you’re ready for your prize then?” Sam’s fingers inch under your panties, grazing against your clothed bud.
“Please?” You nudge your hips forward, trying to guide his fingers where you wanted them most. Like a magnet, his fingers are drawn to your center.
“Careful, don’t wanna fall out.” Sam guides two fingers through your folds, gathering your slick on them. You lift your leg to grant him access to wherever he pleases. He slowly works his fingers up until his fingertips dance along your sensitive bud, causing more arousal to drip from your core.
“Sam…”
His free hand finds shelter upon your neck, urging your lips to meet his. He shifts his body gently enough so the hammock doesn’t tip, allowing you easier access to his chest. His lips never leave yours, instead working to become one as he licks into your mouth. His hand goes lower, lower, lower down your pants until his fingers are tapping against your entrance. You moan into his mouth at the sensation and with that Sam pushes his two digits into your aching core. You bring your hands up to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the rest of his torso to you. His fingers slowly fuck into you as he pulls his face away from yours, maneuvering his hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ears.
“There’s my girl.” He whispers into the space between your faces. Your brows furrow in pleasure, compliments to the pads of his fingers against your g-spot and the name he paid you.
“Sammy, please?” You whine, throwing your head back from the stimulation, the slight breeze cooling the sweat coating your exposed throat. Sam drops his head just enough to allow himself access to your neck, dragging his tongue from the hollow of your throat up to your jawline.
“Please what, pretty baby?”
“Need you… in… me…” Your words come out between hitched breaths, nearly unable to be mumbled at all through waves of your pleasure. Sam slowly pulls his fingers out of you and starts to push your shorts down. You help slip them off while you make work of palming his length through his shorts. The more your palm strokes his clothed length, the harder he becomes, the tip of his dick threatening to grow past the inseams of his tiny blue shorts.
Your fingers brush over the zipper, your nimble fingers quick to undo it, hand slipping past his waistband. He whines at the skin to skin contact as you run your thumb over the head of his aching cock. You let go long enough to tug at the waistband of his boxers until his cock springs loose from the restraints of the fabric. Sam hitches your leg over his thigh once again before bringing his hand down to stroke his length. His other hand is still perched against your neck, the sweat pooling in his palm. His fingers grab at tufts of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back to look at him as he drags the head of cock over your soaked panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” He huffs as he uses the tip of his dick to push your panties aside, running himself through your velvety folds. Sam rests himself at your entrance, tugging your head back further to watch your eyes screw shut as he slowly pushes into you, drawing a hiss from your lips.
“F-faster…”
“Can’t, we’ll fall. Gotta go slow.” He whispers as he slowly moves his hips back and forth, each time feeling slower than the last. Your head falls forward and you press a series of open mouth kisses across Sam’s chest. In some spots your mouth lingers, sucking and nipping at his heated skin until red marks eventually fade to purple. Sam brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing soft circles over your sensitive bud. Your orgasm starts to build, rolling through your body like distant thunder. The feeling starts in your throat, working down until every inch of you is rumbling with anticipation. He slowly moves his hips, pumping his length as deep into your pussy that your body allows. The dusting of hair around his base can still be felt past the barrier of his thumb and it drives you insane. Sam attaches his lips back to your throat and sucks bright pink marks into your skin. You bring your arms between your bodies, digging your nails into Sam’s chest over the series of love marks you left trailed across his chest. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, quickening his circular motions.
“Just like that… Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” His hips find a faster pace, surprisingly one that doesn’t tip the hammock over and end you both up naked on the forest floor. His words push you over the edge, your nails dig deeper into the skin of his chest as your thunderous orgasm finally takes storm. Your once relatively stable breathing turns into uncontrollably whining and whimpering against his neck. “Yeah… you look so pretty when you cum on my cock. Fuck..” Sam follows swiftly behind, his hips stuttering as ropes of his warm release coat your insides. The dominant brunette is quick to succumb to his own desires. His movements come to a halt as he brings his lips to yours again. He kisses you and holds you like an anchor in the storm, as if you’re the only thing tying him down to this earth. After you both come down from your orgasms, Sam finally pulls out, running his fingers between your folds once again. He collects your combined arousal on his fingers, bringing them between your lips and his. You watch as he laps at his digits, tasting your combination.
“Tastes sweet, like strawberries, wanna try?” He hums around his digits waiting for a response. You nod and he brings his hand down again to collect more, patiently waiting as he brings his fingers to your lips and pushes them past the plump, pink skin. You drag your tongue between his fingers, cleaning every drop of your mixed release from between his fingers.
“Perfect spot for the hammock.”
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Rebel Yell -D.R.W
Author's Note: I am so happy to finally be able to put this out, this story took me ages but I am so very proud of it. Am I projecting here? Maybe. But hey, I too am living for the single life.
Synopsis: A shitty party gets turned around after a playful game of spin the bottle.
Word Count: 8.5k (you asked for it!)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS NEED NOT INTERACT. Alcohol, mild violence, foul language, rough sex, choking, spanking, slight domination, oral, fingering, raw doggin’ (wrap it before you tap the hottest guy at the party.) Smut but make it Danny with eyeliner.
Pairing: Tattoo!Danny x Female Reader
Have you ever even been to a party where you had a genuinely good time? One without awkward conversations with people you hardly know, one that matches the high expectations for a night that only happens in movies, or one where you have a few drinks and don't feel like vomiting all over the friend's car that drives you home? Well, this is worse than any party you've been to so far. Mainly because you're fucking ex and his friends are here.
You pound the rest of your drink from the plastic red solo cup of Malibu and coke, who fucking made that anyway? It'll have to do until you can get a baker's dozen of shots poured for you to even think about being in the same room as him. The music is loud and obnoxious and the tile of the kitchen is sticking to the bottom of your Docs, but, at least you're in the clear. Looking around for a familiar face you find one of your girl friends you came here with, Summer. She's walking with your other friend who looks like she's had way too much to drink and is making a b-line to the bathroom. You do not envy them in the least, you would go and help but the anxiety building inside of your chest needs to be dampened with more liquor.
Pouring yourself a more than hefty amount of tequila in your cup, you slam the whole double (most likely double and a half) shot down. You cringe and squeeze your eyes closed as you take a breath. You groan as the alcohol burns down your throat when you meet eyes with a guy across the room, some very tall drink of water with long dark curly hair, you saw him earlier in the backyard puffing on a joint with some long haired hippie wannabe looking friend with a stoner laugh to match.
You hold his gaze a moment in the crowded room, you think you saw smudged eyeliner on him earlier and had to keep yourself from nearly falling instantly head over heels for the bad boy in the black leather jacket and Church of Rock N Roll muscle tank. The combat boots and ripped black jeans with the chain hanging off his belt wasn't helping your cause either. He sends a small nod your way along with a subtle yet confident smirk that lights you on fire. You can't help but smile back, you can feel your heart race in your chest as you look away, keeping your cool as best as you can. You've been told before that people can read your mind based on the faces you make, subtlety not being your best quality.
At least you have positive qualities, unlike your ex, Ryan. You had been dating for about two years, your longest relationship to date and your first real boyfriend. It started out great, he was super sweet and funny, gentle and interesting. But he got distant, so distant in fact that he would almost never reply to your messages or calls until it was too late and you started seeing each other less and less. It wasn't until you were out with friends to dinner one night when you saw him there with another girl. Long story short, they had been talking for a while and hooked up a few times, poor girl had no idea you even existed. So yeah, the lying dick head was here and grinding on every girl in sight.
Being single again after so long has been feeling so foreign to you, almost like you were doing something you shouldn't, forgetting you have no loyalties to anyone anymore. So fuck it. Tonight, you were gonna have fun and flirt your ass off. Why shouldn't you?! It's been almost seven months since your messy breakup with Ryan, might as well have some fucking fun for the first time in a while. And hey, if you end up having some stupid one night stand, who cares? You're owed at least one good orgasm that's not by your own hand.
The music is thumping through the house and you've had enough to really feel the music and let your body talk for you. You make your way over to the makeshift dance floor and sway to beat. Closing your eyes and just allowing yourself to let go of the anxieties you were holding on to. You meet eyes again with that curly haired guy again through the crowded floor, damn he's good looking. He takes a sip of his drink, eyes not tearing away from you as you sway your hips up against some girl behind you. She laughs and begins dancing with you, she spins you around and you get lost in the song, your eyes only flitting away to the guy leaning up against the wall who keeps meeting your eyes, his conversation with the three other guys he's with be damned.
The crowd moves to the kitchen as someone brings up the idea of playing spin the bottle. It seems like the whole party has decided to gather in the kitchen, to play or just spectate around the round dining room table. You stand at the table and your stomach drops into your shoes when your ex is almost directly across from you. You move to leave when the hot guy you've been eyeing all night stands right beside you.
"Hey." The tall drink of water says accompanied with a smile that makes you mirror his expression. "Hi." You reply almost shyly, he's quite intimidating to be honest, maybe it's the bone structure or his clothes but something about his warm brown eyes that makes you feel safe to talk to. "Big fan of spin the bottle?" He asks. "I've never played." You answer, fiddling with your rings, your eyes take in his appearance now that he's right in front of you, his smudged eyeliner making your heart skip a beat, fuck he's hot.
"The rules aren't very difficult, I'm sure you'll be a natural at it." He teases, a smile pulling at your lips as he gets a chuckle out of you. "Well, if anything, I think it's a great way to make friends." You counter flirtatiously that makes the man smirk. "I'm Danny, by the way." He says introducing himself, finally giving a name to the gorgeous face, you extend your own introduction when all of a sudden a voice rings out, "Alright, fuckers listen up!" A guy begins to shout, holding up an empty beer bottle. "I don't care if you're gay, straight or anything in between! A spin is a spin! So either play or don't." The guy finishes before spinning the bottle, starting the game. You exchange a look to Danny who keeps his ground, ready to play, come what may.
The bottle spins several times with no real wild kisses exchanged. You're nervous for when it will land on you. The empty Dos Equis bottle is spun and the girl on the other side of you gets a kiss, prompting your turn to spin. You take a deep breath before and your bottle is spinning rapidly, you're practically sweating as the bottle begins to slow, coming to a stop on the long haired stoner guy Danny was talking to earlier. He's cute, tall, tan, with a sweet disposition, why not? The crowd around the table "oohs" as the stoner walks over to you.
He gives you a small but gentle kiss, his hand on your cheek, he tastes like tequila and weed, he smells like cologne and his lips are a little dry, probably cottonmouth. The kiss doesn't last long but the excitement from the kiss makes you buzz with confidence. The guy gives you a wink before walking silently back to his side of the table. You take your place back next to Danny, he whispers in your ear, "I see you've met Sam." He jokes, "Well Sam's a pretty decent kisser." You smile back, Danny gives you a chuckle before he looks back at the game unraveling ahead.
The bottle spins and spins for a few turns, you and Danny quip back and forth, passing the time and flirting a bit as the game rolls on. Danny even gets landed on by a friend of his, some shorter long haired guy who joined him by the wall near the living room dance floor. It's short but kinda cute to see two guys kiss without making a big deal about it, but instead joking about, "Who hasn't kissed their friends before?!" The friend laughs before going back to his spot, saying something in a very drunk and very fake accent.
The bottle takes a few more spins, you watch uncomfortably as your ex kisses some red headed girl for a little too long and gets a little too handsy, only egging on the crowd. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and standing awkwardly. Danny gives you a look, tearing his eyes away from the scene ahead. "Will these two just get a room already?" He whispers to you. You can't help but show an uneasy expression, Danny must sense your discomfort because he asks you very gently, "Hey, you okay?" You nod quickly in silence, offering no reply. You look over at him, almost ashamed, "That's my ex." You say with a bitter taste left on your tongue. "Oh. Well he seems like a real stand up guy." Danny comments with a sneer, watching as Ryan practically sticks his entire tongue in the girl's mouth. It's like a train wreck, it's awful but you can't look away. A red solo cup is held in front of your face, "Here. You need it more than I do." He hands you the rest of his drink. From the smell of it, coke and fireball, which you happily sink the rest down, you sigh with a slight cringe as the drink slides down your throat. Danny brings his hand to your back comfortingly, "Good girl." He praises. That phrase shouldn't affect you the way it does but holy hell do you feel like a whole new woman. The pair finally disconnects and the game continues on.
Your friend Summer appears behind you tapping your shoulder. "Oh there you are! Danny! This is my friend Summer!" You can already hear the semi drunkenness in your voice as you're introducing her to Danny. He smiles charmingly, "Hi, it's good to meet you." He introduces himself, "Oh, hi." She smiles, but you notice she's got her purse and your other drunk friend in tow.
"We're leaving, Mari is a mess and I'm tired. Are you coming?" She asks, her keys jingling in her hand. They are your ride, but your night just got interesting. Fucking carpooling. You look back at the table and roll your eyes as you come to the realization that the party for you is probably over. "I mean, um, I guess-" "If you want, I can take you?" Danny interrupts, "If you don't wanna go, I can drive you later if you like?" His offer hangs in the air for a moment as you look at your friend, speaking practically telepathically with the other if that all sounds okay to the other. "Yeah. That would be great actually. Only if you don't mind, I don't wanna put you out-" "It's really no big deal." Danny assures you with a smile. Your friend shrugs, "Alright then. Just text me when you get home, okay?" Summer smiles at you knowingly. You widen your eyes at her turning your head so Danny doesn't see your obvious smile as she walks away.
"You really don't have to do all that for me, I can take an uber or something later." "It's really no bother. Besides, I'd hate for you to miss out on having a good time. I think you deserve it, especially since that asshole gets to, I think it's only fair that you do too." Danny smirks as he motions to Ryan. You smile, your heart thumping in your chest with excitement at the idea of Danny driving you home.
The game continues on and the guy next to Danny gets a kiss from some girl and it's Danny's turn to spin. You make accidental eye contact with your ex who just chugged the rest of his drink while his buddies laugh about something. It makes you practically freeze in an almost anxious fear until you hear the spinning glass begin to slow on the wooden table. The last rotations make its way around until the end of the bottle is pointed at you.
You take a moment to even realize it's pointing at you, you look up at Danny, he wears a face of 'I'm down if you are.' A small smile pulls at your lips, this was exactly what you were hoping for when you joined the game. You step forward shyly, Danny brings a hand gently to your chin, "Let's give 'em a show, huh?" He rasps against your lips, only quiet enough for you to hear. You nod before bringing your own hands to his chest, letting him take you to his lips. His lips slot gently against your own, you move in time with his lips. His hands venture down to your waist, pulling you close to his body, he's so tall it makes you feel like swooning here in his arms. The crowd hoops and hollers loudly as you let him slip his tongue in your mouth, your nails come to his back, clawing into the back of his leather jacket. He smirks against your lips, his hands wander down toward your ass, but stays respectfully on your lower back. You bite his bottom lip, grinning as you meet his eyes again, they're darker than before and you want nothing more than to keep kissing him.
You almost completely tuned out the woo’s of the party goers around you until now. You smirk at Danny, knowing damn well you put on a good show, and knowing even more that he's a great fucking kisser.
"Fuckin' slut." A scoff sounds across the room. You turn your head fast to the voice the comment came from. Ryan rolls his eyes as he toys with his empty red cup. Before you can say a word, Danny stands up straight, "What the fuck did you just say?" He asks, his voice is deep, completely sincere in his question and it commands the room in a way that makes Ryan look in his direction. He scoffs again, the crowd hums with whispered excitement, "Just funny is all, a little desperate I think." Ryan says. "It's just part of the game, dude." Danny laughs. “Danny, really, it’s fine.” You say quietly, you gain his attention and he looks upset. “No, I think he’s a fuckin’ asshole.” Danny says to Ryan and the rest of the party. Ryan steps closer, his gaggle of idiot friends behind him making their way through to the side of the table by you and Danny. Sam comes up silently behind you and Danny, getting ready to jump in if the situation calls for it.
“I just think maybe she and I broke up too soon, especially because she was never that freaky with me.” Ryan smirks at you, his friends laugh at his statement. Danny bows out his chest and looks down at Ryan who is only a few inches from meeting Danny’s eyeline. “Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth before it really gets you in trouble.” Danny threatens, his jaw is clenched as he stares Ryan down. “I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m talking to her.” Ryan says as he tries to walk past Danny and toward you, you take a step back, Sam places a hand on your shoulder to help guide you away from your ex while Danny puts an arm out, keeping you out of Ryan's reach. “I have nothing left to say to you.” You say, anger and anxiety adding a tremble to your voice. “We don’t have to talk, baby, what I have in mind doesn't require much talking.” He quips, your stomach churning at his words. “That’s enough.” Danny says firmly, putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, keeping him in his place.
“Get your fuckin’ hands off of me.” Ryan shouts as he pushes Danny but he hardly even moves. “Then leave her alone.” Danny’s voice is deep and threateningly quieter as he steps even closer to Ryan. He smirks over Danny’s shoulder to you, "Oh come on sweetheart, just one last kiss, huh?" Ryan shouts at you. Danny shoves Ryan backward, he falls back into his friends. Ryan’s face twists into a furious scowl as he lunges towards Danny with his fist, but he’s too fast. Danny dodges the hit and swings, punching Ryan right in the nose. It spews blood as Ryan falls flat on his back onto the sticky kitchen floor, his hand comes to his face and his friends are too frozen in shock to do or say anything. A harang of people gasping and shouting and cheering echoes through the kitchen and it feels like time stands still until Ryan shouts, “You broke my nose?! You broke my goddamn nose!”
“Then get the fuck outta here before I break your fucking legs!” Danny bellows at Ryan, his stance is intimidating and large as he leans over Ryan. Scrambling to his feet, Ryan stumbles as he gets up and to his buddies and begins heading for the front door. “Have fun with my left overs, asshole!” Ryan shouts over his shoulder. “You son of a bitch!” Danny shouts as he lunges forward, making a run for Ryan but Sam’s long arms grab a hold of his friend’s large frame first before he can even make it out of the kitchen, allowing Ryan and his posse of douchebags to run out the door.
“Hey man, chill out okay. Just let it go.” Sam says, calming Danny down before letting go of him. Danny turns to look at you, his intense glare of anger in his eyes softening as they settle on you before him. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft as his hands hold your arms gently, bending a bit to speak to you.
You blink rapidly as you try not to let the tears in your eyes fall. “Yeah, I’m uh, I just need some air.” Your voice cracks before you turn and walk out the back door to the backyard, letting the cool breeze of the night wind calm the heat of your embarrassed face. You look up and stare at the crescent moon in the sky, taking in a deep, yet shaky, breath and you can’t help but feel absolutely mortified by the scene that just transpired.
Fuck Ryan.
Fuck parties.
Fuck this.
“Hey.” A voice says gently, almost nervously behind you. You turn to find Danny coming out towards you. You turn back around and quickly wipe your eyes as you keep your arms crossed and your eyes trained up at the sky, dark clouds moving over the night sky and through the light of the moon. "I'm really sorry about all of that." Danny's voice is soft as he comes to your side. The thumping music from the party inside only makes you feel like curling up into a ball, never to be seen again. "It's fine. He's uh, yeah, he's not nice." Your voice is like a whisper, trying not to let it break as you hold back the tears that threaten to pull you down with them. "No, no he's not. I'm sorry." Danny apologizes again. "No I should be sorry, I feel like that was all my fault in there." You say, shaking your head. Danny's hand comes to your back, prompting you to look at him, "None of that was your fault-" "I should've just left when Summer said so. I knew he was here, him and his fucking friends. I hate that you got dragged into any of that. You don’t even fucking know me!" You say with a bewildered laugh as a tear rolls down your cheek. Your words hang in the cool autumn air for a moment before Danny speaks. "I think I know you enough to know that you're a really great kisser." He says with a smile, knowing that would make you forget about the whole Ryan thing, if only for just a second. You chuckle as you dry your eyes, "Oh my God, how could I forget." You smile at him, you can see his features perk up as you finally meet his eyes. "Besides, Ryan just seems like the kind of guy who deserves a punch in the face." He smirks pridefully as he thinks back to replay the look of shock on Ryan's face when he hit the floor.
"It was kinda cathartic to watch the hottest guy at the party deck my ex in the nose." You smile playfully, turning to take in all of Danny's gorgeous face. He smiles charmingly, "Well, I'm just glad I got to kiss the hottest girl at the party." He muses before giving you a look that only makes you want to kiss him again, and again and again. You move to step forward but let your eyes wander to the house, a handful of prying eyes from the fight in the kitchen looking intently at you and Danny's conversation, only reminding you of how you wish you could be somewhere more private.
"If the offer still stands, do you mind taking me home? I think I've had about enough of this party." You ask, crossing your arms to warm yourself from the evening breeze that seems to blow right through you. A smile pulls at Danny's lips, "Yeah I think I'm ready to go too, I'd say we made quite the impression though." He jokes before turning to leave, you walk along with him and head to his car.
Your hands run up and down your arms, trying to preserve whatever heat you can keep from escaping your thin long sleeve shirt. Before you even really notice, Danny pulls his large leather jacket off and places it over your own shoulders. "There." He simply says. You smile to yourself before turning to him as you both walk, the whole thing feels like it swallows you up, the sleeves so long your hands aren't even poking through. "Fits you better than me." He jests with an endearingly sweet look, his smile is contagious and you can feel your cold cheeks warming from the blush on your face. You bury your burning face into the collar of his coat, relishing in the mix of musk and cologne of the well loved jacket.
The ride to your place isn't too long, the conversation is easy and soon you're pulling up to your apartment. The silence in the car is heavy as you think of what to say next. "So-" "Do you wanna come inside?" You beat Danny to the punch, interrupting him. He meets your eyes with a look of subtle surprise, "I'd love to." He says, his voice low and soft in the confines of the car in a way that makes the butterflies in your chest explode.
You show Danny up to your apartment, you close the door and take off his jacket, "Thanks for letting me wear your coat." You say before handing it to him, "What kind of man would I be if I let you freeze to death in the cold?" He jokes before taking it from you, hanging it on your coat rack as you both take off your shoes. You laugh before walking off to the living room, sitting on the couch, Danny follows suit and sits beside you. You both smile fondly and comfortably at each other, unsure of what step comes next. A familiar anxious feeling in your stomach begins to stir, one that could be described as really overactive butterflies when in such close and intimate proximity with a hot guy alone with you in your apartment.
You cut through the silence with a scoff. "For the record, I just wanna say, you're a much better kisser than Ryan." You smirk, Danny chuckles, "I'm sure Ryan lacked in several departments." He smiles to himself, crossing his arms in pride. You stare up at the ceiling and huff a sigh. "Ugh, you have no idea." You wish you could say you had been in more of a slut era than you really were since your breakup, but honestly, it's been dry as hell. "That bad?" He cringes, bracing himself. "He was fine, just, I don't know, kinda… boring?" You reply, shrugging as you try and gently explain how your sex life for the last two years was less than satisfying.
"How bad was it?" Danny asks, you search the ceiling for a moment, Danny stirs next to you, sitting up straight, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry-" "No no it's fine! He just, uh, he just wasn't very um, creative?" You explain vaguely. Danny chuckles, "Creative?" He repeats with a smile, "Just that it was very vanilla I guess? He never really wanted to try anything new or different." "Sounds like he was pretty selfish." Danny extrapolates. "Oh absolutely. If it didn't end with him cumming first, he wasn't super interested." You explain irritatedly.
"He's an asshole." Danny snarks, you just chuckle a knowing laugh. "Most times I had to use my vibrator later when I got home." You cringe with a chuckle as you recount the many nights you spent with a toy between your legs. "What would you think of?" Danny asks softly, "Oh." You pause a moment in anxiety at the idea of having to speak your innermost fantasies to this gorgeous man before you.
Here.
Alone.
On your couch.
You could feel the blush creeping in on your cheeks. "I uh, I liked to think about… ya know, getting tossed around, someone being rough with me." You confess, unable to meet Danny's eyes as you mess with the rings on your fingers. "Mmm, I see now. He was too soft? Too boring?" Danny speaks with a smirk that lights you on fire. "Y-Yeah, I uh, I'd bring up the idea but, he never really did anything new, maybe he thought it was weird?" You shift in your seat, ready to hear the judgment in Danny's voice. To hear the same put off tone like Ryan had. Instead, he places his hand on your knee, you turn to finally look at him.
"I don't think it's weird at all. I like being rough." Danny smiles, you can feel the wave of relief washing over you. "Yeah?" You ask. "Mhm, to take control, to have a pretty little thing under me, letting me touch her all over, kiss her wherever, grab her however I want. Hear how good she feels." His voice feels like silk as he speaks, warming you all over. You can't think of a single thing that isn't a kin to 'fuck me', so you stay silent. You look over Danny's lips, he smirks at you as he moves closer.
"Tell me what you've been dreaming of, angel, because I know I am a much better listener than that prick ever was." Danny grins, you can't help the hitch in your throat at the nickname. "Lots of things." You whisper. Danny smiles, his hand runs up your knee to your thigh, his large hand radiates warmth through your jeans to your skin beneath, fuck his hands are big.
He leans in close, his cologne flooding your senses, his breath fanning gently over your lips as he brings his other hand to your chin, his eyes holding yours. "Did he never pull you onto his lap? Spank you over his knee? Squeeze his hand around your throat a little?" Danny asks, his finger under your chin holds you gently, your face is flushed as he tilts his head awaiting your answer. "Never." You whisper, your eyes practically begging his lips to yours, instead he runs his hand against your cheek, his thumb softly moves along your cheekbone. "Would you like that? If I did?" Danny asks softly, a rasp in his words sends a delicious chill down your neck. You nod embarrassingly quickly but it makes Danny chuckle at your eagerness. "Words, angel." He smiles.
"Yes, I'd like that very much." You say, a slight shake in your voice, you almost don't even sound like yourself, you're so desperate. "Good. Because I think you deserve a good fuck." Danny pulls you in, a soft kiss at first, softer than the one at the party but it doesn't stay sweet.
Your hands come to his face, to his hair, wanting to touch him where you've been dying to. Your kiss becomes more desperate, his tongue enters your mouth, your hands tug at his hair, he groans at the pull, smirking as he breaks the kiss, “Oh angel, that’s my job.” He teases before kissing you again, his hands on the small of your back brings you closer to him, bringing you on to his lap, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth making you moan. He pulls away, allowing you to grind down to feel his already hardening cock in his pants, you whimper out a pathetic sound at just the feeling of him near you.
“You sure?” Danny asks, breaking the bad boy persona a moment as he reads your face, “Take me to my bedroom.” You sigh as you roll your hips against his. Danny sighs at the feeling of your movements before he huffs a small laugh, “Where is your bedroom?” He asks, you laugh, “Down the hall to the left.” You smile. With no hesitation, Danny stands from the couch, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to your room, his hands holding you close to him as he makes his way down the hall.
Your room is warmly lit, a gentle glow from your fairy lights and salt lamp you left on, Danny sets you down on your bed before looking around the room, “Cute.” He simply states, making you roll your eyes.
You go to take your top off, “Wait.” Danny interrupts, you stop your hands, dropping the material of your sweater. “Come here.” He says, you smile in response as you make your way over to him, clambering off the bed and standing in front of him. Danny brings his hands to the hem of your sweater, pulling the material over your head and off to be discarded to the floor. “Pretty girl.” He smiles, a rasp to his voice makes you blush as you stand before him in your bra. He undoes the button of your jeans, pulling them down your legs until you stand before him in just your underwear.
You stand before him, his eyes scanning your half naked figure, he gives you a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger, you walk up to him, your doe eyes looking up at him as his hands come to rest warmly on your sides. “So pretty.” He whispers, his voice bringing goosebumps to your skin. His hand trails down to your panties, his fingers running over the already dampened material. You sigh at the touch, “Mmm, already so wet for me. Aren’t you such a good girl?” Danny praises, his lips right against your ear as he speaks, your heart nearly jumps out of your rib cage at his words. “Just for you.” You breathe, Danny smiles, kissing your neck.
He pulls away, his hands come to his own shirt, pulling his church of rock ‘n roll tank top off, tossing it alongside your own discarded clothes. You watch astounded at the beauty of his body, the dark ink of the tattoos you never saw are revealed as he peels the tight black jeans from his body, leaving him clad only in a tight pair of black briefs, the outline of his dick takes your breath away.
Danny pulls you to him in a gentle kiss, he pulls away after a moment, taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, he pulls you on to his leg, you sigh at the contact. “Wanna watch you ride my thigh, show me how bad you want it.” He says, his hands on your hips, pulling you down onto his muscular thigh, making you whine.
You roll your hips down against him, a moan rolls out of your throat as you grind down, you place your hands on his shoulders as you move, his hands come down to your ass, dull nails digging into the softness of your muscle. “That feel good, angel?” Danny asks teasingly, you offer a hum as you chase the feeling building up in your lower stomach, “Tell me baby, tell me how you feel.” He smirks, his grip tightening and pulling you to rock against him harder and faster, “Ah, fuck, so good.” You whine. “Yeah?” Danny asks, his hand coming down hard on your ass, you yelp out in shock, the stinging a delicious blend of pain and a euphoric sensation that only makes you wetter. “How good?” He asks, looking at the way your eyes have widened and the way your mouth hangs open, his hands gripping tightly, “So fucking good, oh god.” You cry out.
Danny brings his hand behind your back, unclipping your bra and pulling you closer to him, his lips latching around one of your nipples. You moan as you rock back and forth on his thigh, his teeth grazing your nipple, his other hand gripping the small of your back, encouraging you to move. The wetness in your panties and the friction on your clit against Danny's muscular thigh, feels like nothing you've ever felt before. He pulls away from your chest, his hands pull you to him as he flips you onto the bed and lies you on your back, manhandling you and laying between your legs. He kisses you hard before sitting back on his heels, a shining wet spot on his thigh tattoo catches your eye, making you blush. “You need it bad, huh, baby?” He teases, grinning at the wetness on his thigh.
"God yes." You sigh. He looks so dreamy under the lights like this, like an angel with his curly hair catching the warm lighting from the salt lamp. The golden hue makes his skin look so soft and warm and you cannot wait to feel him. "Then let me give it to you." He smirks, his hands come down to your panties, he gives you one last look for permission that you immediately grant him before pulling them down.
You can’t stop the instinct of closing your legs out of shyness as Danny tosses your panties to the side, Danny laughs a moment at your coyness. “Oh, baby, don't act shy now. Spread your legs for me, sweet girl, show me what a good girl you are.” Danny’s voice makes you sigh, no one has ever talked this way to you before, you keep your eyes on him as you slowly open your legs. Danny’s eyes travel down to your glistening core and subtly palms himself over his briefs, only making you wetter at the sight. “Fuck angel, you are dripping.” His voice laced in seduction as his hands come to your thighs, spreading you wider.
“So fucking gorgeous, all laid out for me. I want a taste.” His proposition makes your eyes widen. “Fuck yes please. I haven’t…” Your voice trails off making Danny look at you with an air of confusion, “Haven’t what?” Danny’s voice in that perfect mocking tone that makes your brain hazy. You can’t help but blush and look away before answering him.
“I um, I’ve never really cum from… oral before.” You confess. Danny almost looks pained by your statement. “Never?” he asks as his hands softly wander up and down your thighs. “My ex didn’t do that much.” You say nervously, Danny brings his hand closer to your core making your breath hitch, he leans in close to you, his face inches away from your own, eyes boring into yours. “With a pussy as perfect as yours, I don’t see how he wasn’t between your legs all hours of the day.” Danny whispers as his hand slowly glides down to your center, you sigh as his fingers bring your wetness up and around your clit, making you moan. Danny smiles as he watches your expression change as his fingers roll slow wide circles over your clit, your mouth hanging open.
“Let me take care of you, pretty girl.” He says softly before kissing your neck, down your chest, your stomach, kissing his way down all the while his fingers play with your clit. Danny lays down on the bed, he watches as his fingers make a mess of you. “If it ever becomes too much, just say Metallica, that’s the safeword.” He explains, you simply nod. “No angel, I need to hear it. Be a good girl and repeat it so I know you understand.” “M-Metallica, yes, I-I understand.” You stammer out, “Good girl.” Danny grins before kissing your inner thigh, heading closer until he removes his hand from your clit. You take a deep shaky breath as Danny’s breath warms over your folds, his warm tongue licking languidly up to your clit. You sigh a moan as he takes his time, licking slowly along the sensitive bud, your hands clawing at the duvet beneath you.
Danny’s mouth moves faster, lapping up at your soaking wet pussy. He moans against your core, making your back arch, “Fuck, Danny.” You moan, Danny brings his hands to wrap tightly at your thighs, gripping you to him, holding you in place as he eats your pussy. The delicious sounds of Danny’s mouth makes you whimper at the beautiful lewdness of it all. “So fucking sweet,” it was muffled but you just barely registered it from Danny, like it was never even meant for you to hear but you did and fuck that was hot. “Oh fuck, holy fuck.” You cry out, your eyes rolling back in your head as you clutch tighter at the balled up comforter beneath your writhing body.
Watching as Danny’s mouth works over you, the way his large hands hold you open for him and the way his nose nudges against your clit as he tongue fucks your weeping pussy has you moaning and your legs shaking uncontrollably. The prideful smirk you catch on Danny’s features makes your breathing more uneven than before, because he is so fucking good at this and the way you’re moaning is making him want you to cum even more. “Oh god Danny. Fuck, I’m gonna-oh fuck I’m cumming, oh fuck.” You moan out as Danny latches his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves that has you clawing onto anything that can hold you as your orgasm takes root in you. Your hands come to Danny’s hair as your hips attempt to buck, but the firm grip he has on your thighs, move to your hips, pinning you down as his tongue fucks you hard and fast into the most intense orgasm of your life.
Danny’s name and a string of other expletives fill the air until you’re hit with a wave of pleasure so hard you can’t make a sound. Your body goes rigid, your grip in Danny’s curls is tight and rough, only making him groan against your core which feels like it's sparking like a live wire. Then something inside of you snaps and you can breathe again, uneven and labored breaths as you try to make sense of the bliss you just felt from this man you’ve only know for a matter of hours could make you feel like this, a million times better than a guy you were dating for two years could have ever dreamed.
His tongue slows to a stop as you come down from your climax, “H-Holy shit.” You huff out, you're in awe and just staring at your ceiling. If that’s what he can do with just his mouth, then you have to know what else he can do.
You sit up and look at him with a look of insatiable lust. He smirks as he sits up and wipes the shine of wetness from his lips and chin with the back of his hand. “Oh angel, you look like you need more.” He teases as he sits up on his knees, the very prominent outline in his briefs pulls your attention away. “Please.” Is all you’re able to say. “I saw you sizing me up earlier, baby. I know you’re not as innocent as your boy toy thought you were.” Danny grins as he moves closer to you, his hand resting on the thigh of your spread legs. He moves to take his briefs off, you’re practically drooling as he pulls them off. His cock springs up and slaps against his stomach, “Fuck.” You whisper, a thought that wasn’t meant to come out.
Danny moves closer to you, his fingers coming to your core, you almost jump from the enhanced sensation from between your legs. His fingers dip inside you a moment, you sigh out, your breath making Danny’s curls sway against his face from your proximity. “Show me what a good girl you are.” He whispers before pulling his fingers away and bringing them up to your lips. “Taste how sweet you are.” His voice sends chills across your body. Your eyes don’t leave his as you present your open mouth to him, sucking on his slender fingers. You hum against them, tasting your own arousal from his fingers. You open your mouth again, allowing him to pull away, but he doesn’t.
His fingers rest on your tongue, “Such a good girl.” Danny whispers, he experimentally pushes his fingers back in your mouth, further back. You don’t dare break eye contact as he slowly runs his fingers in and out of your mouth. “Pretty little slut.” He smirks as you gag around his fingers, your eyes water, but you don’t retreat. “Suck.” He commands. You do as you're told and suck on his middle and index fingers, he sighs at the feeling. You release them with a ‘pop’, Danny smiles as he watches your face when he brings his fingers back down to your pussy, teasing your clit before pressing back inside of you.
You can’t help the moan that rolls out of your throat at the feeling of him filling you up. “Mmm, you are so tight.” Danny rasps, he moves closer to you, prompting you to lay back, his fingers slowly pushing in and out of you. He envelops you into a kiss as he makes work of you. You moan against his lips, grinding down on his fingers, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of him grazing your g-spot. “I know baby, I know.” He teases you as he continues finger fucking you, his pace speeding up a tad. His hardened cock lays against your thigh, you whimper as his fingers move faster. “You need it so bad, huh, baby?” Danny’s voice sends a chill over you, “Mhm.” You can’t even speak it feels so good, playing your body like he’s done it so many times before, so intune with you for absolutely no reason, it makes your head spin.
“I wanna hear you say it.” He says, your eyes look at him, almost shyly. “Yeah, I wanna hear you say it. Hear that innocent little voice of yours ask for what you want me to do to you.” He smiles devilishly, the sound of your wetness all over his fingers fills the room, making you want him even more. You move to speak, but his fingers curl up inside of you making you moan, “Oh fuck,” You whisper to yourself, trying to get yourself under control. “I-I want you.” You say, Danny just chuckles, “Oh sweet girl, you’re gonna have to ask a lot prettier than that.” He teases, he adds his thumb to the mix, rolling over your clit as he finger fucks you.
“Mmm, fuck. I-I want you to fuck me.”
“Not even a please?”
“P-Please, Danny. Please, I wanna feel it. N-Need to feel it, fuck me.”
Danny thinks for a minute to himself, a smug smirk on his face, “Yeah, that’ll do.” He grins before kissing you, his fingers pulling away as he puts himself between your open legs. You hum against his kiss as you feel his hardened cock resting against your warm core, begging for more. You buck your hips against him, hoping and praying he'd understand how much you need it. He smiles against your lips, "Oh yeah? That bad, huh?" He teases. You open your mouth to protest but whimper as he slowly taps the head of his cock against your needy clit. You look at him with eyes of dismay, shocked how your body reacts with a jump with every touch like this. "Like that, baby?" Danny speaks in a way that makes you practically buzz with excitement. "So much." You whisper.
Slowly he presses inside of you, both of you moaning at the stretch. It feels like a wave flowing through you, from your scalp down to your toes. All you need in this moment is him. "Fuuuck." Danny's voice waivers as his eyes close, "So fucking wet for me." "Fuck baby, just for you." Your voice breathy and small sounding as you rake your nails down his back, making Danny sigh in your ear. His hand comes down to your thigh, pulling it over his hip, gripping so tight you pray it leaves bruises, wanting some sort of proof that this pleasure wasn't some fleeting dream.
The angle is so deep and you can't help the way he's making you sound. Your nails gripping into his back and pulling him closer to you. It's all so fuckin perfect, you've never felt this good, so all consumed by desire and a euphoric pleasure that takes you under like the wave of tsunami. His breath cascades over your cheek and you can't help the way you wish you were the only oxygen in his lungs. "Fuck, Danny." You moan out as he speeds up his pace, the head of his cock grazing against your g-spot in a way that has your legs spread even wider for him. "So good angel, so fuckin good." He practically growls as he moves faster.
A moan rips through you and you're clawing at the sheets beneath you, your hands detach from the linen and take root in Danny's curly hair. He groans at the pull, the way your nails scrape through his scalp. You're so close to the edge, the way he's pounding inside of you and the way the bedframe slams against the wall of your bedroom makes your eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Your eyes slam open as the presence of a large hand presses against your throat just right. "Look at me baby. Want you to look at me when I make you cum." Danny's voice is so raspy and commanding you can't help but say, "Yes, sir." It must have sparked something in Danny because the way his eyes glint in the golden light of your bedroom leads you to believe you must have stumbled upon something. His pace quickens and his hand on your throat closes tighter, your eyes roll back and a devilish smile pulls at your lips as you completely surrender yourself to Danny.
The building pressure inside of you has you moaning against Danny's strong hand surrounding your throat, making only a weak and broken whimper come awkwardly tumbling from your mouth. Danny releases his grip on your throat and instead holds your wrists down to the bed as he fucks you. "Let me hear it baby. Come on, angel. Be a good girl and cum for me." He whispers, his own voice shakes as he's barely holding on to his own climax. Your moans are so loud and Danny's name falls so easily from your lips, crying out for more and for him. He watches intently in your eyes, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him, and the way you can barely keep yourself from moaning as you cum hard around him.
Your climax makes Danny practically collapse against you, letting go of your wrists and opting instead to hold you close to him, both of his arms encircling your waist, hands grasping to your back. His nose presses against your neck as he groans, your name like silk on his lips as his hips stutter and slam back inside of you, cumming so deep.
The two of you lay this way for a moment, both panting and searching for something to say, but you're both practically fucked so stupid you can't form any notable shit to say. Your pussy flutters around him, both of you moan exhausted at the intense shock waves that course through you and to him. Slowly and gently Danny pulls out of you, you whine at the loss of him and the way you can feel his cum leaking out of you so deliciously. "Uh where's your bathroom?" He blushes as if he weren't just choking you and fucking you senseless. "Uh, yeah, uh right down there." You chuckle as you point to the door that leads to your en suite bathroom. He returns with a clean washcloth and helps clean you up, a thing your ex never once cared to do for you. Your heart swells at his tenderness with you. He returns to your bed, motioning you to come closer.
You waste no time as you rest your head on his chest, looking at the tattoos that intricately swirl in dark ink over his body. His warm hands hold you close, your leg over his, soft fingertips run over his ribs. "That was…" You trail off, blushing as the words evade you. "Yeah, that was everything." Danny smiles, hands gently caressing your back.
"I've never felt that good before." You confess. "Never?" Danny asks surprised, you shake your head. "I could've guessed, you really weren't lying." Danny smirks. "Can we, um, do this whole thing again sometime?" You ask looking nervously up at his big brown eyes. His eyes light up innocently, "I don't think I could make this a one time thing if I tried." He smiles, his arms subtly hold you tighter.
"Wanna stay the night?"
"Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way."
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To the Stars Who Listen | Jake Kiszka X f!Reader
📸: @j.bakermedia on Instagram
Warnings: MSG Discussion including dreams coming true, Jake fluff, tears, and lots of them, oh and some more fluff fluff fluff
Word Count: 1,429 (A quick read)!
A/N: I literally wrote this mini fic while watching the livestream and crying, so I hope you guys enjoy. ��😭😭😭
“We fucking did it,” He said breathlessly, practically flying into your arms, knocking you off balance. You grounded yourself quickly, wrapping your arms around him. “We fucking did it,” he said again into the curve of your ear, this time, his voice trembling as he repeated himself. You tucked your face into the curve of his neck, kissing his slick skin. Watching from his side of the lower bowl, his passion while playing had rendered you speechless, dissolving your composure into little more than a helpless pool of tears for the majority of the show.
“I am so incredibly proud of you, Jake. My baby. Your dreams just came true!” You hugged him as tight as you could, swinging him from side to side as his breath hitched, trying his best to not sob. Lifting your face, you looked up at him, aware of the tears that streamed down his face a thin, glistening line. You watched as his lips quivered. Reaching up, you swiped the tears away from his cheek, moving to squeeze his shoulder. “Go to Josh. You need him more than you need me.”
“I-” he attempted to argue, but you shook your head and reached for his hands. “You’ve worked your entire life for this. I’m not going anywhere. Go to him.” He looked at you for an extended moment, more tears welling in his eyes. You reached for him, hugging him tight one last time and kissed him, pulling his face to yours.
“I love you, Y/n,” he murmured against your lips.
“I love you too,” you told him, squeezing his hands below you.
“I’ll find you,” he assured you and you nodded.
“Go!” you practically shouted at him, pushing him away with a chuckle.
“Okay!” he grinned, wiping his eyes, squeezing your hand one last time before turning to sprint to find his brother. You watched him move, searching the backstage area for Josh until he spotted him. The tears continued to flow as you watched them embrace, their expressions of utmost earnestness as they cried together, laughed together and held each other. You hugged yourself as you watched them, smiling when you saw Danny and Sam doing the same.
“We fuckin slayed Madison Square Garden,” Danny shouted with amazement.
“I need a fuckin’ beer,” Sam admitted, offering an exhausted chuckle.
The boys’ families filtered backstage shortly after, the boys doling out hugs to everyone, but taking special time for their parents. You watched as Karen kissed her boys, throwing her arms around their necks and kissing their faces. Lori reached for Danny, and though he towered over her, he pulled her in, wrapping his body around hers.
“They were shouting your name,” Lori told him. “All of them,” she squeezed him tight. “I am the proudest I’ve been since the day you were born.”
You stood to the side, wiping at your dripping nose and swiping away the tears.
“Awe, come here,” Josh said, reaching his arms out to you, hugging you tightly. You sobbed freely over his shoulder, squeezing him tight. “I’m so proud–I don’t know what to say,” you chuckled through your nose.
“So don’t,” he said. “Just–take it all in,” he said, squeezing you one more time before stepping back. “Thank you for believing in us, and even more importantly, in Jake. He loves you so much, Y/n. You have no idea.”
You wiped at your tears, becoming aware of how disheveled you most definitely looked. “Speaking of the devil,” He said, taking a step back as Jake reappeared in front of you, his hair combed, looking slightly refreshed. Everyone around you went silent, turning to stare at you and then back at him. Jake stepped forward into the circle of people.
“Today is a huge day for all of us,” Jake said, his gaze moving over everyone. “It’s been my dream to perform here on the same stage as so many legendary performers. Since we booked this venue, I’ve silently panicked and dreaded,” he laughed, and everyone smirked in response “This performance…It’s a lot to live up to,” he explained. “And I couldn’t have done it without these three,” he said, waving his brothers over, who wrapped their arms around each other. “I love you guys so much. Thank you for helping me live my dream every single day. I’ll never have the words to truly explain how profound of an honor it is to be your brother and partner in crime.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw people filtering into the backstage area, and you immediately recognized your parents and your siblings, coming to stand quietly by Karen and Kelly. Confusion rattled your mind as you mouthed to them “What are you doing here?” Your mother tilted her head toward the boys, silently telling you to pay attention to them.
“And you,” Jake continued, looking from your family and back to you. “You are the love of my life,” he said, taking a step forward. “I said that this was a dream to perform in,” he explained, “but I’ve realized over the last two years that it’s okay to have more than one dream in life.” He took a final step forward, taking your hands in his. “When we signed the deal to perform here, I was ecstatic, but there was one more thing I wanted to do that would complete this dream of mine.” You watched as he dropped one of his hands, digging into his pants pocket. In a moment of awe and amazement, you watched as he dropped to the floor on one knee, opening a black velvet ring box, revealing the most gorgeous engagement ring you’d ever seen.
“Jake…” You began, but he spoke again.
“Y/n. I’ve waited my entire career for this night,” he explained. “But I’ve waited my entire life for you. Will you make my dreams come true by marrying me?” He asked, his smile the widest you’d ever seen it, his eyes filled with wonderment and hope. You chuckled out of surprise, covering your mouth, feeling your throat ache as the tears began to pour all over again. You nodded yes.
“Of course, Jake. Yes, I’ll marry you.” He pulled the ring out of the box and reached for your hand, putting it on the wrong finger.
“That’s the wrong–” Josh blurted before Karen reached her hand up to cover her son’s mouth.
Jake apologized quietly to you with a grin before switching to the appropriate finger. You leaned down to kiss him, not wanting to wait for him to move upright. He pulled you into him, kissing you breathlessly, uncaring of his family’s presence. Everyone cheered and clapped as you lifted your hand in the air, showing off the ring.
“She said yes!” Sam shouted before beginning to hoop and holler over the family. Lori and Karen took ample pictures while Kelly and Daniel Sr. butted shoulders with soft grins.
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“I got you something,” you told Jake as you both stepped into the hotel room. “When you accused me of being weird earlier,” you grinned, stepping into the bathroom. You reappeared with a huge bouquet of red roses, finished with baby’s breath in a large vase. There must have been fifty roses in the bunch. You watched as his eyes widened at the arrangement. “This is why I couldn’t make it to soundcheck. Surprise!” You watched as his cheeks pinkened, his eyes growing glassy once more. He took the vase, bending to smell them before setting them on the closest dresser before returning to you.
“Thank you so much,” he said, lifting his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your face up to kiss your lips, lingering there for a long time, as if communicating to you all the words that he didn’t know how to put together just yet.
“It’s the least I could do for my rockstar boyfriend,” you said, raising your eyebrows as you hovered above his lips.
“Correction. Rockstar fiancée,” he said, reaching down for your hand, rolling the ring around your finger. You lifted your hand for him, looking at the ring.
“It’s beautiful, Jake,” you said. “Really. And getting my family there? You have a knack at never letting something be completely about you. You’re selfless to a fault.”
“Well, let me show you how selfless I can truly be,” he said, reaching to turn out the light and pull you into the bedroom, the walls illuminated by the soft lights of New York City, the sounds of cars whisking by on the streets below.
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Skin Deep - A Birthday Treat
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka
Word count: 5.4k
A/N: This is mostly kind of unedited, so be kind and don’t judge me too harshly. I wanted to get this out yesterday, but life just sort of got in the way. Hope y’all enjoy!
Appreciate all the love, support and feedback!
Shout out to Nessa @asparrowofthedawn for helping me work through this “blurb” idea ❤️
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI! (Oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, ice play, spit kink, degradation kink)
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You adjust the fit of your new lingerie, a set you had picked out specifically for this day, shimmying it beneath your matching sundress as you stand in front of the bathroom mirror. The guys had thankfully kept themselves occupied by playing one of their video games in the living room, giving you plenty of time to fix your hair to your liking, a half-up twisted knot. You had even gone as far as to pack your curling iron from your apartment to style the ends so they sit nicely against your bare shoulders. Leaning in so you’re a few inches from the mirror, you give a final swipe of the carefully selected lipstick across your bottom lip.
You look good. Really good.
It’s not that you never wore makeup or dressed up like this, but being around them gives you a sense of comfort like this was your second home. A place where you can be yourself and feel confident knowing that they’ll appreciate your natural beauty. Josh makes a point of it, telling you over and over that he finds you the most irresistible when you’re wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties and one of his favorite t-shirts.
But today was special, and you’re more than determined to prove that to them. There’s no doubt you’re turned on by how quickly you’ve soaked through the panties you just put on minutes ago. You can’t help it, the thought of having both of them within your reach is nearly too much to bear.
You iron out the wrinkles of your dress with a pass of your palms while giving yourself one last internal pep talk. The little plan you’ve schemed is coming together, and now all you have to do is execute it.
The t.v can be heard echoing throughout the hallway as you make your way into the living room with each confident stride. Josh’s boisterous laugh cuts through the sounds of the game, making you smile before you even get into their line of vision.
Just like you predicted, Josh is the one to notice your presence first, breaking his focus away from the screen in a fleeting glance, only to follow it with a double take. As they lock on to you, his gaze lingers, making his eyes instantly light up as he takes you in, absorbing every single detail into memory. His smile, one that you think can’t get any bigger — the one that you adore so much — shows across his face until he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He tosses the controller onto the coffee table with a loud thud and stretches back into the seat cushion.
Jake has only been paying attention to the game since you’ve been standing here and throws his hands up in frustration as he snaps at his twin, “Dude, what the fuck—“ But his thought is cut off once he sees you like his brain suddenly blanked out. “—Oh.”
He pauses the game and tosses his controller to the side to eliminate any distraction, an action you’re convinced is unnecessary based on how he’s staring at you right now. His eyes are wide in shock, giving you that cliche deer-in-the-headlights look — an expression you rarely ever see from him.
Normally you would fight the shy, bashful feeling that’s bubbling in your stomach from that reaction, but instead, you use it to your advantage. You let the rising blush show on your face while you play with the curled ends of your hair, dropping your eyes away from them to look down at the pattern of the hardwood floor.
You allow the tension of the moment to linger for a few seconds, giving them the time to study all the details you had put so much effort into. Pulling your eyes back up to Josh, you see him leaning back against the cushion, smiling at you like he always does. The glint in his eyes is telling you he’s onto whatever this is and is welcoming it with unbridled enthusiasm.
He decides to break the silence, with the tone of his voice saying more than the actual words, “Hey baby, we don’t have to be ready to go for a couple more hours.”
You feel Jake’s eyes following your every move as you close the short distance between you until you’re standing inches away from their legs. While making sure to give them both your attention, you say softly, “I know…but I wanted to give you both a present first.”
You follow through with your next move by sliding onto Josh’s lap with your hands braced on his shoulders, which makes your sundress ride up your legs as you sink onto him. You can feel the excitement radiating through him as you adjust, rolling your hips ever-so-slightly so you feel the rough fabric of his jeans grazing the back of your thighs.
You can feel everything through the delicate, sheer fabric of your panties, the friction of rubbing across the denim alone driving you right to the edge. His thigh muscles flex beneath you as he rolls his hips up, driving his already-hard erection into your core.
It’s no surprise to you that he’s amped up already. You had been teasing him with the idea all day since the two of you woke up this morning, even if it made you feel slightly guilty for making him wait as long as you have.
“But it’s my birthday, baby,” he whines against your ear with that certain rasp of sleep, a sound he knows is sure to make your thighs clench in need.
“I know…” You want to give in, to worship his cock for hours with no end in sight, to hear him plead from overstimulation, but you have other plans in mind. You gather whatever is left of your self-control through a shaky sigh, “…but you have to wait until later.”
His parted lips brush against the nape of your neck, tickling the tiny hairs with every languid sweep of his mouth. You have to give it to him for trying because you can’t help but grind your ass against him because of it. “You are a cruel, cruel woman. I think making me wait for birthday sex is the worst thing you’ve ever done.”
You giggle, imagining the pout on his face while separating him from your back with a nudge of your elbow. “For some reason, I think you’ll survive.” He retaliates with a nip at your skin with a squeeze of your breast through your tank top. “And stop trying to make me horny, Joshua Michael.”
“Oh, did you just full name me?” He scoffs as he props himself on an elbow to look over you. You bury your face into the pillow to muffle your laughter just as he leans in to place a kiss below your ear through a smile.“I’ll wait, but I will make no promises on that.”
His soft hands slide along the top of your thighs, slipping below your cotton dress to find the divots of your waist, pulling you even closer. While his thumbs trace along the thin band of your thong, he tips his chin up, breathing in the floral scent of the perfume that you’ve sprayed to the pulse points of your neck. “Giving me my present late, baby?”
You glance over to his left to see Jake acting restless as if he’s been contemplating whether to stay or go, most like a response from thinking this is a private moment between you and his brother. You hum in thought, redirecting your focus while taking Josh’s chin between your fingers and thumb. “I think you might have to share this one, Joshy.”
While you predict that there might be a spark of jealousy from your implication, you’re only met with Josh exchanging a certain look with his twin. One that’s mischievous and knowing given the grin that’s curling on the corners of his lips, causing Jake’s unsure expression to transform in seconds. Usually, silent communication is something you choose to usually ignore, accepting that it’s the product of this dynamic you share. This time, however, is one of those times you wish you could hear all of their inner thoughts.
You guide his attention back to you by bringing him in for a kiss, releasing your hold on his face, and letting your fingers roam over the path of buzzed hair to wrap around the nape of his neck. He’s impatient and greedy, licking across your lips to taste you without a care in the world that they are coated in a velvety-pink hue. He tastes like the tequila and soda he’s been sipping on throughout the afternoon, giving you a teaser of how your evening will pan out. His thumbs hook around the band of your panties while his fingers massage into the supple flesh of your hips.
Before you run the risk of venturing too far and losing yourself, you break away from him and lean into Jake. He’s startled at first by the brazenness of the action, but melts into the kiss nonetheless, deepening it with every reconnection of your lips. He’s more reserved than Josh today, staying cautious and calculated with the gentle passes of his tongue along yours. He holds your face with his hand as you’re hit with the strong tartness of lime as he had recently sucked on the wedge now floating in his glass only moments prior. You take a needed breath, and because you’ve caught him before he’s gotten ready for the evening and had the chance to put on his favorite cologne, the only things you smell are the detergent off his t-shirt and his natural scent.
The kiss is continued along his jawline, and he quickly offers you the expanse of his throat with the upward tilt of his head. You spoil his warm, soft skin with lasting kisses, following the delicious path to his ear, and whisper in your sultriest voice, “You can unbutton your pants now, birthday boy.”
While Jake scrambles to pop open his belt, you slowly sit back on Josh’s lap to admire your work of art before you — both your boys covered in a collection of your lipstick marks. Josh is grinning at you, basking in the afternoon sun with smears of pink across both of his lips. Jake is in a similar state, peering down at you through heavy lids as he palms himself over his boxer briefs.
“So this present…” Josh massages his fingers into your waist as he grinds himself against you. “Can I unwrap it?”
You bite at your bottom lip as you give him the go-ahead with an enthusiastic nod. He needs no other signal and grabs fistfuls of the dress that’s bunched up around the top of your legs, and before he can pull it off you, Jake interrupts with an extended hand, “Careful!” While Josh freezes his movements, he pauses to look at you before adding, “That’s a new dress, isn’t it, dove?”
You blush at the thought of Jake paying enough attention to you to know what’s new in your wardrobe. “It is. Do you like it?”
“I love it.” There’s something about the drawl of his gravelly voice that holds a deeper intrigue.
“Sorry, baby.” Josh watches his fingertips trace over the tiny roses on the pattern of your dress, traveling up the curves of your body until they stop at your neckline. They dance along the supple skin on the tops of your breasts until he decides to tug on the hanging strings that you’ve tied into a bow as he whispers, “I love it too. It’s beautiful on you.”
With Jake’s instruction, Josh makes a point to be more careful with removing the dress from you. He peels it up your body with your help of lifting your arms as he pulls it over your head. You arch your back to give them the best view of the lingerie set you’ve picked out, hoping they notice that your dress matches perfectly with its sheer white fabric that’s adorned with tiny embroidered pink roses.
You had chosen it for its soft and feminine details, so sensual in its delicate floral elements that carry a certain grace of spring — something that seems so fitting for this day. From what you can tell, it’s clearly stirring something in Jake for him to see you like this when he’s only ever witnessed you in black or red garments. Josh, however, would probably fuck you if you wearing nothing but one of those cheap Halloween banana costumes. To him, all lingerie you wear is a treat, even if it will most likely end up on the floor minutes later.
They both stare for several seconds, looking you up and down and in unison, mutter under their breath, “Fuck…”
Jake dares to reach his hand out, presenting the image of the skull inked across the top to the touch to the band of your panties resting on your hip before trailing his fingers toward the embroidered roses decorating the front. Josh is busy focusing solely on your chest, fixating on the same pink flowers on the cups and straps of your bra.
Josh lowers his mouth to your covered breast to graze his lips across your hardening nipple through the lace. The heat of his breath clings to your skin, adding to the sensation of his wet tongue licking across the fabric. You feel the metal of his piercing, which causes a whine to leave your mouth without warning. While he commits to showering your chest with attention, his open hands begin to roam up the length of your back.
Once Josh’s nimble fingers find the metal clasps, Jake interrupts for a second time, but with a noticeable desperation in his voice, “No, wait! Leave them on her.”
He abandons the hooks to play with the straps instead, mumbling into the hollow point of your throat, “Looks like these are a favorite, baby.”
Your preparation has paid off and you can’t hold back the smile forming as you kiss him again. He’s not as rushed this time by letting you take the lead, and while you stay for only a moment, you eventually leave his lips to make your way down his throat as you slide down his body. You take your time placing each perfectly pink imprint of your lips onto his golden-tanned skin until you’re stopped by the collar of his crewneck.
He throws his hands back behind his head as his throaty laugh fills the room. “I fucking love birthdays.”
You sink to the floor between his legs, thankful for the living room rug that’s padding your bare knees. Adjusting to the new position, you run your hands over his legs to massage the tops of his thighs, inching closer with each roll of your fingers over his tight-fitting jeans. He responds by shifting forward on the cushion, extending his back in such a way that gives you easier access to the button of his pants.
You can see he’s struggling to stay patient with how hard he is — his cock throbbing wildly within his right pant leg without reprieve. You add to the torment by ghosting over the very obvious erection and dipping your fingers underneath the hem of his shirt, pushing up the soft material up his torso to expose the sensitive skin of his belly. You linger around the metal button of his pants, playing up the act you’re putting on before popping it open with a flick of your wrist.
Jake disrupts the moment by speaking up, revealing some annoyance in his tone as he asks, “Why does he always get to go first?”
Before you have a chance to respond, Josh huffs out a harsh laugh, “Because I’m older, dipshit.”
His go-to remark makes you think back to the memory of that first night you had spent together in the tattoo shop, causing a smile and blush to appear. As much as you enjoy every intimate moment with each of them, the times like these always stirred something special in you.
“By five fucking minutes!”
Josh only taunts back, “And you’ll never live it down.”
To avoid ruining the moment, Jake concedes with an aggravated grumble, “Asshole.”
While they’re preoccupied with their immature bickering, you start pulling the zipper of Josh’s jeans at a painstakingly slow pace, taking his attention away from Jake and back to your hands. You peel the fabric away to the sides, revealing his white boxer briefs as you squeeze his covered cock through the denim.
Despite the fact you’re concentrating solely on Josh, Jake is the one to scold you, “Stop teasing.”
“I will when you stop playing with your boxers and decide to finally pull your cock out,” you quip back, giving him more attitude than you ever have before. You cast your eyes away as you can’t look at him directly in fear of what his next words will be. If it wasn’t for Josh acting as your buffer to save you from punishment, you probably wouldn’t have risked it.
The following seconds are thick with tension from Jake staring down at you and Josh’s stunned expression frozen on his face as he fights back the laugh that wants to escape him.
Jake eventually releases a heavy sigh, muttering under his breath, “Smart ass.”
A giggle escapes you and Josh quickly joins in, earning himself a painful smack to his arm from the back of Jake’s hand. “Ouch!”
Jake finally takes your cue and pulls himself out of the snug-fitting black cotton. You watch him while slipping your hand beneath Josh’s, causing a loud, visceral groan to push past his lips the second you touch him. He’s warm in your hand, the suede-soft feel of skin brushing against your palm as you wrap your fingers around his length. Feeling the heavy pulse of his heartbeat, you retrieve his cock from the restrictions of his pants and boxers, bringing him out into the open air.
You look up to see Josh peeking through his lust-draped lids, his mouth hanging open in anticipation with panting breaths puffing past his lips. He prepares himself for what’s about to happen by reaching for his drink that’s been sitting on the end table, and taking a large sip of the liquid courage. You extend your free hand, silently asking for a sip as well.
The tequila soda is watered down considerably at this point, but you’re not worried about the alcohol or taste. What you’re after is the cube of ice that you’ve now dropped into your mouth, stashing it safely against your tongue before handing the glass back to him. Without wasting another second, you place a chilled kiss on the head of his cock, causing a violent shiver to roll through his spine.
The muscles in his body go rigid as he sucks in a sharp breath when you slide him across your cold tongue. After a few seconds of keeping the ice pressed against the side of his cock, he begins to relax as it starts melting in the heat of your mouth. An unexpected grunt leaves him through this, and he follows the sound with a string of curses as the dual mixture of temperatures overloads his brain.
Josh wets his lips, mumbling out into the open, “Oh my god, that feels so good.”
The shocking surge of cold, soothed with the intoxicating heat of your mouth is sending him closer to the edge than both of you expect. You swirl your warming tongue around his cock while keeping the base of him wrapped with a loose fist. You know everything that Josh enjoys, the feather-light flicks of your tongue beneath the head of his cock, the twisting strokes of your fingers, the gentle sucking with your lips sealed around him — a sensation that keeps his brain buzzing.
Your reward is the pitchy whimpers echoing in the base of his throat as his adam’s apple bobs with each harsh swallow, the clawing of his own fingers across his chest and legs, the way he throws his head back and clamps his eyes shut.
With one hand still wrapped around him, you feel across Jake’s right thigh with the other, taking his cock from his loose grasp and finding that he’s just as hard to the touch. You stare at him through your lashes as you start to stroke him at a lazy pace, watching his expression shift with every one of your movements. While holding your gaze, he tips his head slightly forward and parts his mouth, and allows a long, dripping trail of spit to fall from his bottom lip, down to the head of his cock.
It hits your hand as well, causing your now-wet fingers to glide over his length with ease. The lewd image takes your breath away, causing you to stall on Josh as he stays right below your lips, just as Jake intended. Satisfied, a cocky smirk hooks the corner of his mouth as he leans back against the cushion.
You twist your hand up and down the length of Jake’s cock, admiring every detail that makes him unique. He’s hot to the touch, throbbing against your fingers each time you slow
Josh doesn’t seem to notice the display and writhes against your arms in need of release. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
The praise sparks your need aching between your thighs, and you push his cock into your mouth, sinking onto him in a single motion, nudging the tip of his cock as far as it can go. You relax the muscles in steady, deep breaths, opening your throat to push him that much farther. It’s another thing that takes him by surprise, causing his fingers to fly to your hair as he breathes, “Holy shit.”
You hear Jake’s raspy chuckle above you, “I taught her that little trick.”
The new technique combined with the dancing rolls of your tongue to the underside of him sends him over in seconds. His body simply acts out of his control now, causing his hips to buck, the grasp around your hair to tighten, and for him to whine with brimming urgency, “I-I’m gonna cum, baby. Baby—“
He pants your name like a mantra, erupting into the back of your throat through a shaky thrust, emptying on your tongue as you swallow his release down. You lick him up, not wanting to leave a single drop of him until the overstimulation starts to set in. You eventually come to a stopping point, and withdraw him from your mouth to place an open kiss on the cherry tattoo before biting at the soft flesh of his stomach just to feel him squirm.
While his chest heaves with every ragged breath as he collects himself, you slide away from his lap and slow yourself between Jake’s legs. He sweeps the fallen lock of hair from your cheek and tucks it behind your ear, giving you that recognizable devilish grin he always seems to have with you.
You continue stroking Jake as he tugs at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, showing your bottom row of teeth while cooing in a silken voice, “That’s a pretty shade on you, dove. What’s this one called?”
Before you answer him, you wrap your painted lips around his thumb, sucking it into your mouth to leave the faint pink ring around the base, pulling away enough to whisper in a heavy breath, “Love Trap.”
He moans at the feeling of your tongue licking across his skin, humming in approval, “Well, that’s fitting.”
You kiss the shaft of his cock as your fingers work around him, taking the opportunity to tease him before he ultimately takes control. Josh begins to move in his seat and reaches down to guide you up off the floor, repositioning you so that your knee sinks into the cushion with your other foot planted on the floor. You sense him dropping down to his knees behind you, feeling his hands explore the curves of your hips and ass.
You whine from the proposition and look over your shoulder. “Josh…the present was supposed to be about you.”
He giggles, watching your eyes as he buries his face between your legs so you feel the hot air clinging to your body with each drawn-out exhale. He kisses the fabric covering your core, making you instantly clench around him, before answering in a pleased sigh, “Oh baby, this is the present.”
You guide Jake past your lips just as Josh’s fingers feel the bands of your thong that rest on either side of your hip, pulling at them slightly to release with a teasing snap against your skin. He curls his fingers around them and slowly tugs them down, carefully maneuvering your legs to remove them from your body.
“Happy Birthday,” he calls out to Jake, slingshotting the lingerie over you for him to catch. You watch from below as he feels the delicate material between his thumbs as if entranced in his world by the garment alone. He then does something you don’t expect by holding them up to his face — burying his nose in the white fabric woven between his fingers — to breathe in your scent. As it fills his head and lungs, his fingers pull at your hair while his eyes flutter closed with a low groan rumbling deep in his chest.
Josh sucks at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs hard enough to bruise the flesh between his teeth, leaving little pink marks of his own while his fingers slip between your folds. You jolt at the feeling of him rubbing with firm pressure against your clit, and moan around Jake as he glides across your flattened tongue.
With one hand bracing your hip, the tip of Josh’s tongue glides through you in a single pass, the taste of you causing him to groan in satisfaction as he hears your muffled whimpers. He always loves to take his time and edge you, but you’re too impatient for that today and back into him, begging him for more.
There’s no denying that focusing on Jake is difficult, but you’re adamant to take the challenge. You use every trick you know, every learned detail that drives him insane. Whereas Josh prefers the drawn-out tease, Jake wants the full show. He wants to see the trails of drool leaking past your swollen lips and the black tears streaming down your face. You give it to him, playing off the sounds he makes in return, gauging how hard his fingers pull at your hair.
Meanwhile, Josh devours you like you’re his last meal on Earth, knowing that he doesn’t have much time with how close Jake seems to be, and abandons his usual method of teasing you for as long as you can stand it. The determined rolls and laps of his tongue across your swollen clit make gag around Jake through a groan, causing a growl to rip through his teeth, “Yeah, dove. Fucking choke on it.”
His hand snakes to the back of your head to push you farther down his cock, the pressure threatening to make your throat spasm around him again. You know Josh heard it from how he suddenly pauses every movement of his tongue, stalling inches from you before pulling away from you. “Jake…”
Jake doesn’t seem to register Josh’s concern, as this is a normal thing between the two of you. He’s falling into his role, emphasizing his point with a tug of your hair as you continue working your mouth around him, “Spit on her. She likes feeling it run down her pussy and thighs.”
You can sense Josh’s apprehension by the way his fingers press into your hips and the whispered curse slipping past his lips. He takes a second to think about it until he eventually obliges by spitting directly onto you, causing you a shudder to roll through you and your toes to curl as his saliva drips down your pussy and thighs — just as Jake had described.
Josh runs his fingers through the added wetness, mesmerized by your reaction, causing Jake’s ego to run at a high as he croons, “See? I fucking told you, didn’t I?”
You’ve been so turned on throughout the day, that it doesn’t take much for him to take you to the edge of your tipping point. You chase only it by forcing Jake as deep as he can go, impressing him with the skills he’s so clearly proud of you for. He’s fighting it through every drag of his nails across the dark wash denim of his jeans as he curls his fingers over his lap. His chest is tight with every strained breath his lungs push out as he tries to hold out for as long as he can, but there’s no secret he’s closer than you are.
It doesn’t take long for you to get to the point where you’re no longer concentrating on Jake, but rather on the work of Josh’s tongue licking and tasting you, gagging around his cock again. You pull him from your mouth to catch your breath and compensate with your hand, revealing how desperate you’re becoming when you cry out, “Josh… please don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”
Your words must have affected him because seconds after your pathetic plea hits Jake’s ears, he unravels before you without the same warning Josh had managed to give you. The first shot hits your face as a cursed apology leaves his lips, making you flinch before you have the chance to wrap your mouth around him again. You can’t be bothered to care, taking your reward, swallowing him down just as you had done so with Josh.
Josh’s fingers dig into your hips with his determination to make you cum, filling the room with the obscene sounds of his mouth on you. With the final circle drawn over your clit with his pointed tongue, your orgasm comes crashing down, sending you into the unforgiving waves of your pleasure. He rides it out through listless passes from your entrance to your overstimulated clit until your legs begin to shake around him.
He finishes with a kiss and presses his sweat-covered forehead against your ass as he calms his breathing before sitting fully on the floor to rest the back of his head on the armrest. After taking the time to come down, you stretch out your limbs and stand on your feet, seeing Jake completely spent. You note the beads of sweat that also cover his forehead and brow, how his eyes are staying closed as he licks across his lips, the way his t-shirt is wrinkled beyond belief as his softening cock is between his stomach and the band of his boxers.
As per usual, Josh is the one to finally break the silence, “I think it’s safe to say that beats getting socks.” Jake even chuckles at the dumb joke, joining in the collective laughter between all three of you.
Suddenly aware of your disheveled state, you look down at Josh sitting cross-legged at your feet, and ask, “Is my makeup messed up?”
His gaze climbs your mostly naked form before it reaches your face to study the damage. He puts up a weak attempt to hide the smile while brushing his fingers across your outer thigh, admitting with that special glimmer in his eye, “Uh…I think we might have to freshen you up, baby.”
You giggle, wiping your finger beneath your eye to gather the wet mascara that had started to run.“That bad?”
He slowly stands to his feet, pulling you into a close embrace with hands locked around your lower back, and mumbles into your cheek, “Nothing a shower can’t fix.”
Realizing that Jake has no intentions of moving anytime soon, you follow Josh’s lead as he takes you by the hand toward the bathroom. Once you’re in the hallway, he pulls you in closer now that he’s out of earshot from his twin with concern laden in his voice, “Is that how he speaks to you? Do you like that?” You try to think of a well-thought-out response, but expression tells him everything he needs to know, making him shake his head. “I think I learn something new about you every day.”
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Come Over
Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: the fluffiest of smut 🥹 soft!jake, unprotected sex, fingering/oral (f receiving), 18+ minors DNI!
A/N: ok i don’t usually write soft jake but i had to for my baby girl @gretavanbear. I listened to this song on repeat as i wrote this. i highly suggest tuning in! (just listen to the lyrics ok) i hope y’all like it :’)
“A Storm Weather Advisory has been issued along and north of I-78. Wind will also be a factor Wednesday, with gusts of up to 50 mph along the coast, and 30-35 mph inland.”
The voice of the woman reporting the weather forecast on your TV echoes in the background as you fold your laundry in the living room, on the phone with your best friend.
The two of you spent most nights on the phone, listening to each other carrying out mundane tasks. Just appreciating the other’s presence on the opposite side of the phone.
“Hear that, Jake?” You call over to your phone laying on the couch.
“What?” He responds.
“Gonna be a storm tonight they’re saying. Looks like it’s gonna be a bad one.” You warn him.
“Hmm, you’ll be alright.”
You and Jake had been graced with the most beautiful friendship since the 7th grade. Now in your 20s, he’s still your “go-to” for everything. The first person you call after receiving good news, the one you base your weekend plans around. The last thought on your mind before you go to bed, still taking up your thoughts the second you open your eyes in the morning.
He knew everything about you. Including your ridiculous fear of thunder and lightning. Ever since you were a kid, the sound of the thunder nearing closer, shaking the walls of your house. It was your own personal nightmare.
There was one thing Jake was unaware of about you. Something you weren’t even sure of yourself. Your entire friendship with Jake had been just that… friends. But there was a certain feeling you experienced in the pit of your stomach everytime your eyes landed on him as you met up. That first glance at him as he approached you, whether it be over dinner or picking you up to go on a drive and listen to the new music he discovered that week.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
You had watched him go through girl after girl. Years of listening to him tell you the quirks about the girl of the week, just to watch him with another one the following weekend. For some reason, it didn’t affect you as much as you’d expected. You’d known nothing else but friendship with Jake. Your denial of the true feelings you had for him had taken over your brain. Pushing the thoughts so far back, you pretended they never existed in the first place.
“Where are you going?” You asked him with a smirk on your face. Figuring he’d have plans with someone tonight. He always had plans.
“Huh?” His voice sounded far away from the phone.
“It sounds like you’re in the car. Going somewhere?” You prodded.
“Oh. Just driving. Not much going on tonight.”
Jake lived about 35 minutes from your apartment. Neither of you cared about taking the drive. The times you drove to Jake’s place felt like 5 minutes in the car. But the trek home felt like 5 hours. Back to your apartment. Where you lived alone, the scent of him still lingering on your clothes. Sometimes you’d lay in bed and catch yourself inhaling his aroma on your sweater from when he hugged you goodbye.
And there it was. The first crack of thunder. You’d remember from middle school someone telling you if you counted how many seconds between the flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder, that’s how many miles away the storm was. Whether that was true or not, who knows.
It had been drizzling the entirety of the time you had been on the phone with Jake. As you carried your basket of clean folded clothes to your bedroom, you rested your phone on top, Jake listening on the other side.
You began to take the clothes out of the basket and place them in their known spots in your room. This one goes in the bottom drawer. This one is meant to be hung on a hanger in the closet.
There was one window in your bedroom. You always kept the blinds up, enjoying the sunlight that washed over your space in the morning. The rain began to smack against the side of your window, followed by a strong howl of wind causing the tree outside to brush up against your apartment building.
Distracting yourself with laundry was the best way to avoid the anxiety that started to creep up in your stomach as you heard the storm coming undone outside.
You pulled out the top drawer of your dresser and began to place your underwear and socks in their correct spots, always priding yourself for your organization skills.
Complete darkness. Accompanied by the sound of every electronic device in your house powering down.
“Shit. Jake?” You called for him.
“Yeah?” You heard the engine of his car revving in the background.
“My fucking power just went out. Fuck!” Grabbing your phone to turn on the flashlight, you scurried around your room. Finding your lighter and beginning to bring a flame to every candle you could find.
He didn’t respond.
You checked your phone to make sure you still had service.
4 bars.
“Hello? Jake, can you hear me?” Your voice had a whine to it. You hated being alone, especially during a blackout from the storm.
You jumped out of your skin as you heard a knock at your door.
“Jake, please answer me. There’s someone at my door now!” You rushed down the hall to peek around the corner, trying your best to see who was there at this time of night in this weather.
“Just come to the door please.” The sound of pouring rain muffled his voice on the phone.
You felt the smile spread across your face at the sound of his voice confirming he was at your front door.
Unlocking the door, you swing it open to him. Your arms immediately reaching out to welcome his embrace.
“Jake! You came…” you didn’t care if he was soaking wet, nuzzling your face against his chest. He was just what you needed right now to bring you back down to earth, away from your worries.
“You called.” He smoothed the hair on the back of your head.
“I’ve been heading your way since you caught on to the fact I was in the car.” He broke away from the embrace, looking down at you with a warm smile.
You blushed to yourself, giving him a quick laugh under your breath, avoiding his eyes. Why were you nervous right now? He’s your best friend.
“Thank you, Jake. I mean it. I really appreciate you being with me right now. You know how I get wi-“ you were rambling on.
“The storm. I know.” As if he could read your mind.
“Yeah..” you trailed off. Slightly embarrassed of your juvenile fear.
“Got another lighter? I’ll help.” He followed you to the kitchen as you searched your drawers.
You handed him the white BIC lighter. He scanned it in his hand.
“Aren’t these bad luck?” He said with a laugh.
“I don’t even care at this point. I just don’t want to be in the dark anymore.” You whined to him.
“24 years old and she’s still scared of the dark.” He teased.
You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it.
On your tippy toes, you tried your best to reach for the final candle that sat atop your kitchen cabinets. In the darkness, you heard his footsteps approach from behind.
“Here, I got it.” His back pressed against yours as he reached for the white candle above.
As he held it in front of the two of you to light it, you caught a glimpse of his face behind the flame. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to get the flame to catch the wick.
His eyes lifted to yours, a smirk beginning to form on his face as he caught you already looking at him.
“What?” His voice came out as a chuckle.
The candle was lit, and he placed it on the counter top.
“Nothing… I-“ you tucked your hair behind your ear, a nervous habit of yours that of course Jake was aware of.
“Spit it out then.” He egged you on.
“I just really appreciate you coming here.” Your voice whispered soft, a hint of nerves behind them.
With his back pressed against the counter top, he pushed off of it to step closer to you.
The darkness of your lifeless apartment was accompanied by the warm glow of every candle you owned. The golden light reflecting off each of your features.
As he stepped closer to you, he grabbed your arm at your elbow.
“I care about you.” His voice was raspy but soft at the same time. The sound of it traveling through your ears caused you to melt each time.
He took another step. Now toe to toe with you in the middle of your kitchen.
You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears.
“I know.” You replied to him, trying your hardest not to show how bad your nerves were affecting you right now.
“I don’t think you do.” His hand was rubbing against the skin of your arm, goosebumps following his touch.
You tilted your head at him in confusion.
His eyes fell to the floor as he continued to rub against your arm, inhaling deeply and blowing the air out of his mouth.
“I care about you. A lot.” He finally replies, eyes meeting yours again.
“I care about you too, Jake. A lot.” Your teeth shone through your wide smile as you locked your gaze with him.
The pad of his thumb found your jawline and traced the outline of it. Your knees felt as if they were going to give out. You watched his face as his eyes were trained on where his skin met yours.
“Can I show you?” He whispered to you, eyes flicking back to meet yours.
“Show me what, Jake?” You questioned him, unable to read his thoughts.
He leaned closer to you. His forehead pressing against you. His nose slotted next to yours. You worried he would be able to hear your quick breathing.
“Let me show you how much I care about you.” He pinched your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to him.
It felt as if time had frozen. In this moment; here you were. Your best friend of years a breath away from your lips.
His lips were parted and the bottom of his teeth peeked through.
You watched his lips until you couldn’t anymore. Your gaze interrupted by the plush feeling of his mouth pressed to yours. He kissed you soft and sweet. His hand leaving your jawline only to replace his touch to your cheek. He cupped the side of your face as if to hold you against him forever. He never wanted this moment to end.
The butterflies in your stomach were so powerful they almost hurt. Your mind had turned to mush, lost to your entire being surrounded by Jake.
You felt him. You smelled his deep cologne. You heard his lips smack against yours.
From the grip he had on your cheek, you knew he wanted more, but was afraid to step any further.
You answered his silent pleas, slightly parting your lips to invite his tongue inside.
He lightly touched the tip of your tongue with his. You answered his call by sliding yours against the flat of his tongue. You felt his quiet moans travel into your mouth and down your throat.
His hand left its placement on your cheek to find your hip. He tightened his grip around you, squeezing the skin above your bone.
The kiss deepened. Mouths open wider. Lips slick and swollen.
A song from your phone, on repeat since Jake got there, faintly played in the background of the noises of your lips meeting together.
“Lover you should’ve come over. Cause it’s not too late”
You picked up on the lyric and huffed a breath of laughter in between kisses.
He parted his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against you, catching his breath. Your eyes scanned over his features before you grasped his fingers and led him down the hall to your room.
The heels of his boots clicked as he followed you down the hardwood floor.
You entered the room first. He swiftly wrapped you in his arms, turning to press you against the bedroom door, shutting it with a click.
You embraced his weight pushing you against the door as he continued the kiss with an open mouth. Inhaling sharply and exhaling out of his nose against your cheek.
Your fingertips grazed along his chest. Following down the buttons of his shirt until you reached the hem of it. You tucked both of your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, dipping past underneath his underwear, feeling his warm skin against your icy finger tips. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at your cold touch.
Your fingers ran along the band of his briefs until they met in the middle to reach the button of his jeans. His hips bucked towards your touch as you poked the button through the hole and began to pull his zipper down.
“Wait.” He broke the kiss from you.
“I- I’m sorry did I-“ you were embarrassed thinking you went too far.
“Before we do this. I need to be honest with you.” You felt his stare burn into your eyes, petrified at what was to come next.
You nodded at him, begging him to continue with his thoughts.
“If we do this…” he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, “I can’t just be your friend anymore.”
You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off.
“I think, I-“ he punctuated his sentence with a groan of frustration.
“Jake. Please, let me in. Whatever you’re about to say I can take it. If you don’t wan-“ he interrupted you once more.
“I’m in love with you.”
You felt as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. As if he’d punched you in the gut and kissed it better.
You started to feel a lump growing, burning in the back of your throat.
Before you could let the tears form, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him forward to meet his lips with yours once more. Kissing him with fervor, begging his tongue to visit yours again.
He guided you to the bed with his hands on your hips, placing you down softly once he realized the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, never once breaking his lips from yours.
As your head hit the pillow, you tore away from him.
“I love you too, Jake. Always have.” You stared up at him with a gleam in your eye.
He brushed the hair from your face and responded.
“Always will.” You felt the smile on his lips as he kissed you again.
His fingertips began to trace the outline of your body, down your side to your hips.
“Let me be sweet to you. Show you how long I’ve felt this way.”
With your hand still wrapped around the back of his neck, you nodded up to him, signaling him to continue.
He smiled back at you in response. His body moving down away from you. You missed his lips already.
His face was so close to the skin of your tummy. You felt his hot breath against it as he moved.
He placed a single kiss to your hip bone before curling his fingers around the waistband of your sweat pants.
Before he did anything else, he looked up to you to ask for permission.
“May I?” A hint of smirk in his tone. He knew the answer to his question.
“Please” you whimpered back to him, the slightest buck of your hips towards him.
He slipped the pants down your legs, pulling them over your feet with the most gentle touch.
With the bottom half of your body bare, your nerves began to creep back in, clamping your legs shut.
“Relax for me.” His words were the remedy. You immediately felt the tension of your muscles relax, letting your legs fall to the side, spreading for him.
He glanced at your center, and if you weren’t staring intently you would have missed it as his eyes widened for a split second.
His soft lips kissed up the inside of your thigh. Inching slowly to where you needed him the most.
“You don’t understand…” he planted another kiss, so close, “how long I’ve dreamt of this.”
His words alone caused your hips to raise from the mattress, a strained moan breaking from you.
He could tell how bad you wanted his mouth, and he couldn’t wait to taste you either.
You felt his lips press gently against the skin above your clit.
He flattened his tongue to lick against your folds. Not yet licking them apart to taste your wet skin.
Your fingers tangled into his long brunette locks. Bunching them at the root.
Jake loved the feeling of you tugging at his hair. He dreamed of one day being able to feel that pleasure mixed with pain.
He pointed his tongue to lick through your folds. Finally feeling him against your heat. You sucked in a sharp breath and he rolled it over your clit.
He swirled his tongue around it, not exactly touching it but teasing.
You whined for him, pressing his face deeper into you.
“Please.” You breathed out.
He groaned against you, the vibrations of his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine.
The tip of his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, exactly where you craved him.
He flicked it over you again and again, each tightened grasp of your hand in his hair spurring him on.
He listened to your moans, dragging his middle finger down the side of your lower lips as he continued to lick against you.
You lifted your hips to meet him. The pad of his middle finger circled around your wet entrance.
He pushed the digit inside, retracting it slowly allowing you to feel every second of it.
He gave open mouthed kisses to your clit, curling his lips around you and sucking lightly.
He felt your walls clench around his finger, begging him to never leave from inside of you.
As he pulled his middle finger out, he added his ring finger next.
You felt the cold touch of the ring he was wearing press against your lower lips.
He rested his face against the inside of your thigh, extending his tongue to quickly lick against you as he pumped his fingers inside.
“Jake!” Your voice was strained. He could tell you were close. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone against his mouth.
“You are so beautiful.” He moaned against your wet skin.
He was gentle with you. Taking in every twitch of your thighs and every gasp of air.
He made love to you with his mouth, enjoying this just as much as you were.
You felt the rim of your entrance begin to quiver, that familiar warm feeling budding between your hips.
He looked up at you as he continued to lick you to climax.
The moment your eyes met his, you lost yourself to him.
Your body was tingling from your head to your feet. Your toes curling behind him.
You snapped your head back, pressing it harder into the pillow as you let your moans wail into the room.
He softly licked you through your orgasm. Grounding you back to earth with him.
He crept back towards you to meet your lips. Never rushing you, kissing you slowly to allow you to feel all of him against you.
“I’d taste you everyday if you’d let me.” He breathed into you between kisses.
With your mouth still on his, you tugged at his underwear, showing him you wanted them off.
He stood from the bed. Kicking his boots off, he then tugged his jeans past his hips before attending to his underwear. You caught a glimpse of the damp spot on his gray briefs from where he’d leaked with arousal onto them.
You groaned at the sight, pulling them down before he could even get his feet out of his jeans. He chuckled to himself at your needy actions.
With his bottom half now bare as well, he climbed back onto the bed with you, slotting between your legs, his knees pressing into the mattress.
His arms were stretched out straight, planted on either side of your head. He looked down at you. The necklaces he adorned swinging against his chest. The tips of his long hair tickled your cheeks.
A tight grin spread across his face.
For a second, you took him in. Realizing how gentle he was with you. Giving you pleasure first, never rushing a single second with you. Making you feel so safe.
You smiled to yourself at your own thoughts, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear, playing with the gold hoop he wore.
“I meant it.” You whispered to him.
He tilted his head in confusion.
You swept your thumb across his cheek and traced the outline of his lips.
“I love you, Jacob.” You smiled sweetly as your eyes locked with his.
His lips crashed into yours. Subconsciously, his hips rutted against you, feeling his length slide through your folds.
You broke from the kiss to press your lips to his ear and whisper to him.
“Make love to me, Jake.”
He groaned in response to you.
Kissing you once more, he inhaled sharply against your skin.
He gripped the base of his length, guiding his tip to your entrance.
He slid deeper inside of you, his lips remaining locked with yours.
As he reached the hilt, you detached from him, unable to bottle up your moans any longer.
He pulled out slowly to glance down at where your bodies met.
Your wetness glistened up the length of his cock. He twitched at the sight, pushing back into you with force.
He watched as your body bounced against the mattress with every thrust into you.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him begin to stretch your walls.
He leaned back into you. His head tucked into the crook of your neck as you graced his ears with your sweet moans of pleasure.
He grunted against you with every thrust.
He lowered himself to lay on his forearms, as he planted gentle kisses against your neck, breathing deep to take in your scent.
He gripped the side of your head, pressing it against his. The palm of his hand laid against you as his fingers wrapped into your hair.
As his pace quickened, his fingers curled into your hair. Short quick breaths being pushed from him against your neck.
The wave of pleasure was creeping back to you. You felt yourself clench around him.
A high pitched moan tumbled forward from him at the feeling of your walls tugging at his length.
Your hands found the smooth skin of his back, snaking your fingers up his shirt, you scraped your fingernails down his spine.
You turned your head to whisper in his ear.
“Inside, Jake. Cum inside of me, please.”
He lost it with the way you begged for him.
He concentrated on the way your wetness coated around his length, dripping out onto your lower lips.
He sat up and leaned against his heels. His palms gripping your hips tightly. He used his hold on you to drive into you harder.
Your jaw fell open, eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix.
He sucked his thumb between his lips before attaching it to your clit. He pressed against it, swirling the pad of his finger into you.
Your hips left the bed up towards his touch as pleasure coursed through you.
You moaned in bliss as you came undone, your walls fluttering around him.
He bent down to press his lips against you, pushing himself as far as he could inside of you.
Your tongue swiped against his, and you felt him twitch deep inside.
He gripped your hair at the root as you felt him fill you with his cum. He fucked you through it, feeling his warmth leak out onto your comforter below you.
His thrusts slowed as he planted soft kisses over your face. He hovered over you as he pulled himself out from inside you for the last time. You felt a pang of sadness in your chest, missing his fullness already.
He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, finally sealing with a kiss to your lips.
Jake adjusted his body to lay next to you, his chest halfway on yours, halfway on the bed. The pad of his thumb swept across your cheek bone.
He lifted his head from next to you to look directly at you, noses almost touching. You felt his chest press against yours as he breathed in and out.
“I want you to be mine.” His voice was a whisper.
You tucked your bottom lip so tight between your teeth, the corners of your mouth tipping up.
He registered your response and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.
“All mine. My sweet girl.”
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somethin' stupid (like i love you)
pairing: sam x reader | word count: 5.3k | warnings: kissing, language, alcohol consumption | my masterlist
summary: you and sam have been best friends for years, but the presence of three little unsaid words could be enough to tear you apart.
author's note: Y'ALL this is my longest fic ever like what is happeningggg?? anyways, this fic is almost entirely unedited aside from whatever grammarly told me to fix lol but i love her anyways. i was unsure of how to format this, and i was kinda worried that it was corny, but i think i'm really happy with this one. it makes me so very soft. also it's based off of the song somethin' stupid, which is one of my songs of all time and is also linked below!
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The icy night air stung your cheeks as it whipped around you, making your hair tumble from its carefully done style, and you were sure that you would wake up with a cold in the morning with the way the weather turned you into a sniffling mess. You guessed it was partially your fault for not grabbing a jacket when you and Sam had snuck your way from the cramped, sweltering space of your high school gym, but in your defense, you hadn’t had a lot of time to think it over. You were laughing and dancing with one of your friends, swaying with giddy delight when you felt a hand grasp your own. After whipping around, you saw that it was your best friend, his expression pleading as he made his request.
“Let’s get out of here,” he had said, and you followed without a single question as to why. Next thing you knew, you were walking hand-in-hand down the empty streets, wandering aimlessly in silence. Occasionally, you would hear a quiet sniffle from him, and you couldn’t be sure if it was a product of the environment or something else entirely.
After many minutes of wordless strolling, the two of you came across a playground. Void of any of the childish giggles and shrieks it usually fosters, it was almost an eerie sight. Still, you went with Sam as he turned toward the old, rusty swing set. The seat creaked as he sat down, and the chain on yours squeaked as it gave with your weight. You turned to your friend, studying the serious expression he wore as he gazed downward and kicked the pebbles that littered the ground below him.
“You okay?” you prompted, hoping for him to open up. He kept his eyes away from your own but held his hand out beside him. You reached your own out to him, and he linked his pinky with yours. It was a small gesture, but it didn’t go unnoticed by you. Even when he was hurting, Sam was sure to give you reassuring bits of affection, making it clear that it wasn’t you he was upset with.
“She dumped me,” he finally said after a long moment. His voice lacked any of its characteristic light, and his eyes stayed trained on the ground. The long waves of his thick hair hung like curtains that obscured his face from your view, something you figured he was grateful for.
You sighed and reached out a sympathetic hand, resting it on his arm. “Oh, Sam,” you mumbled, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I know. That’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you. I… couldn’t,” he answered, his voice quiet and strained.
A moment of silence fell between you as you took in what he had said. “Why?” you finally asked, and you could feel the weight of the question hanging in the air the minute you uttered it.
Sam let out a long sigh before answering. “Because… you never liked her anyway. I thought if I told you, you’d just rub it in my face that you were right.”
His confession hit you like a ton of bricks as you say there, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. “Oh, shit, Sam. I… I never meant to make you feel like that. I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he replied through a deep breath. You knew he could tell how bad you felt. Sam was always so in tune with your emotions, quick to lift you up when you were down, but in this moment, you couldn’t let him do that.
“No, it’s not,” you corrected, shaking your head, “It’s really not, Sam. I’ve been a shitty friend. I thought that I was looking out for you, but I was just being a jealous asshole. I think seeing you so happy with someone else… it made me feel left out, y’know? But that’s not your problem, it’s mine. I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about your relationship, and that’s messed up. I’m sorry.” You turned to face him and were surprised when he was already looking at you.
His grip on your pinky moved to your entire hand as he laced his fingers with yours. He wore a gentle smile as he shook his head softly. “No need for an apology. I already forgave you, silly,” he mumbled, brushing stray hairs from your forehead. His hand cradled the back of your head and pulled you forward. You sighed softly as his lips grazed your temple. “I could never stay mad at you, y’know,” he said quietly.
You nodded. “I know,” you teased, “You love me too much.”
He let out a small chuckle and looked down at you. “You got that right. You’re the best friend I have,” he answered. His arm rested across your shoulder, pulling the two of you close despite the groans of the swings you occupied. You tilt your head up, your chin resting on his chest as you meet his gaze. You wished that you could keep this moment in a capsule and return to it over and over again, but you knew that there was more that needed to be said.
“Sam? You wanna talk about it? The breakup, I mean,” you offered, not wanting to pry but also desperately wanting to be there for him.
He gave his head a small shake as he continued to smile down at you. “Nah, it’s okay. I kinda knew it was coming.,” he explained, “She was pulling back. I just tried to ignore it. Told myself I was making it up, y’know?” He said it more like a fact than a question, punctuating it all with a long sigh.
“I’m sorry,” you replied, unsure of what else to say. You looked down at his hand in yours, turning it over and examining his long, slender fingers. You thought about how funny it was that even up close Sam was so beautiful and warm. He was perfect down to each minutia of his being. Your fingers traced along his knuckles, transfixed in the dips and curves between them. You grazed his fingertips and felt the rough calluses that had formed there from years of practice and passion. It was like you had fallen into your own private world as you stared at the canvas of your best friend’s palm.
A small chuckle from Sam pulled you from your daze, his laughter vibrating through his chest and flowing into you. You wore an expression that fell somewhere between amusement and confusion as you looked up at him. “What?” you asked with a soft giggle.
He shook his head as he held his fond expression. “Nothing,” he answered, “You look pretty when you’re all focused like that. Your brows get all scrunched, and your face gets all serious.” He tried and failed to mimic your expression, falling into a fit of wild, bubbling laughter.
You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful look. “That doesn’t sound pretty, Sam,” you chided jokingly, “You make me look like a doofus.” You shoved him lightly, making him only laugh harder.
He shook his head, fighting off his persistent chuckling as he placed his hand on your cheek and tucked a windswept strand of hair behind your ear. “Trust me, sweetheart. You look so pretty right now,” he whispered. Your heart jumped at how shamelessly he said it, making it impossible to not believe him. You swallowed thickly in an attempt to calm your racing pulse.
“Yeah?” you questioned teasingly, “You’re not too bad yourself, y’know.” Your cheeks felt hot as you said it, and you could feel creeping regret encompass you as you were suddenly afraid that you had gone too far and ruined the moment, but a small laugh from Sam calmed you instantly in a way that only he seemed able to do.
He mirrored your question, “Yeah?” His gaze pierced your own, freezing you in place despite your desire to look away and hide your growing bashfulness. You felt completely bare before him, like he was seeing every piece of you, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it or if you even wanted to. Just when it became too much to bear and you moved to turn away, you felt Sam’s fingers grip your chin, keeping you facing him. “You scared?” He asked quietly, his voice even and sincere.
You hesitated before answering, unsure of what the honest answer was. Your heart was racing faster than it ever had, and you felt like you were seconds away from passing out, but as you stared up at Sam, you had never felt safer. You were scared out of your mind, but you knew that he would never lead you astray. You shook your head. “I’m alright, Sam,” you answered shakily.
He smiled softly. “Good,” he cooed as he leaned forward, stopping when his lips were only centimeters from yours. His eyes flitted up to meet your own, silently giving you one last chance to back out. You let out a nervous breath and smiled at him before closing the gap between you, hesitantly locking your lips with his. You heard Sam gasp quietly in surprise, and he stayed still for a moment of pure shock before kissing you back in earnest. His hand on your cheek moved to the back of your neck, pulling you close with all of the gentle passion in his body. You squeezed his hand as you sighed softly into his kiss. Everything around you melted away. There was no playground, no icy wind, and no pressure to be anything but yourself. It didn’t matter where this went or what it would mean for you and Sam tomorrow. All that mattered was this beautiful, messy, perfect moment between the two of you as you made your undefined and unexplored love for each other tangible between squeaky swings and shuffling rocks.
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Sam may not be right about a lot of things, but he sure was right about one: you really needed to learn to pace your drinking. You stumbled about Josh’s house, placing your hands on empty walls, wobbly shelves, and innocent party-goers in an attempt to steady yourself. Occasionally, you would spot someone you recognized and slur out a desperate “Where’s Sammy?” to which you would get pointed in a direction that never seemed to be where he actually was. After a few minutes of aimless wandering you gave up and decided to make your way to the kitchen. Your stomach had been growling endlessly for about fifteen minutes, and you had ignored it for just about as long as you could in your drunken state. As you crossed the threshold into the kitchen, your foot caught onto a statue near the entryway, sending you tumbling downward. You yelped and braced yourself for impact, but at the last moment, you felt strong hands grip your arm and waist and pull you back up. You mumbled out a quick thanks before turning towards your savior and seeing a familiar face.
“Oh, Sammy!” you gasped, “There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You giggled softly and pulled him into a crushing hug, making it his turn to give a surprised yelp, which was followed promptly by his signature, good-natured laugh.
“Looking for me? What do ya need me for?” he asked. He kept a hand on each of your arms as he talked to you, making sure you didn’t take another dive toward the hardwood floors.
You stared blankly for a moment before shrugging. “Don’t remember,” you answered before a look of realization crossed your face, “Oh, yeah, I’m drunk. And hungry.” Your stomach growled loudly, cementing your latter point. “See?” you added, pointing to your belly.
He let out a bark of laughter before he looked at you with a smug grin. “Lemme guess, you didn’t listen when I said that doing all those shots with Jake and Josh was a bad idea, huh?” his voice had a tinge of prideful victory, and it was putting a serious damper on your excitement at finding him.
You let out a groan and stuck your lip out in a pout. “It’s their birthday, Sammy. What kind of friend would I be if I turned down shots?”
“A sober friend,” he countered with a chuckle, “Besides, they’re professional alcoholics. No one can keep up with them.” He pulled you into his side and ruffled your hair slightly.
“Hey!” you whined, swatting his hand away from your now-tangled hair, “You know, I think you only say that no one can keep up with Jake and Josh because you’re a lightweight.” You look up at him, wiggling your eyebrows in an act of challenging playfulness.
He rolled his eyes. “Watch it there, sweets. Don’t wanna bite the hand that keeps you from falling on your ass,” he quipped, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he felt you shift your weight from one foot to the other.
“Whatever,” you dismissed with a scoff, “You know I’m right, though. That’s why you never drink much at these parties.” Now it was your turn to look up at him smugly, your nose scrunching slightly.
He brought his other hand forward and tapped the tip of your nose with his index finger playfully. “You wish,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t drink because I know you’re gonna get wasted and beg me for a ride home. What you gotta say about that one?” His gaze on you was triumphant as he expectantly waited for you to answer.
You opened your mouth to protest but stopped as your cheeks flushed, and your face grew into a half-hearted glare. “Can we get Taco Bell on the way home?” you finally asked defeatedly.
You felt Sam shake with laughter as he nodded, “Sure,” he agreed, “Now, c’mon, let’s go say bye to everyone. Don’t wanna be bad guests, now do we?” You nodded in reply, and he started to guide you out of the kitchen in search of his brothers. Finding them proved to be anything but a difficult feat, considering that all it took to find Josh was to listen for the loudest person and head in their direction. Jake, of course, was right beside his twin, Josh’s arm wrapped affectionately around his shoulders. After wishing them goodbye and a happy birthday and assuring them that while, yes, you’d love to stay, you really did have to go home, you set your sights on finding Danny. He was just as easy to find as the twins, pouring himself another drink and making friendly conversation with some of the other guests. You and Sam bid him farewell and began to make your way out of the house. You clung desperately to Sam’s side as you made it through the living room, and only three extra goodbyes and one near-faceplant later, the two of you had made it outside and all the way to Sam’s car. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you, helping you climb inside.
“Thank you, Sammy,” you mumbled, “You’re a real sweetheart.” You gave him an affectionate pat on the arm, which he returned before shutting the car door and moving to the driver’s side.
“Alright,” he said as he sat behind the wheel, “You ready to go? Got your seatbelt buckled?”
You gave a gasp of realization, “Oh!” The seatbelt made a loud zipping sound as you pulled it across your body. Sam watched with fond amusement as you tried again and again to click the buckle into place, finally nailing it on your fourth try. “Got it!” you exclaimed, all giggles and excitement.
He laughed along with you as he backed out of Josh’s driveway and set off down the road. You let the time pass between you, an ever-flowing stream of consciousness pouring from you as you shared anything and everything on your mind. Sam listened to every word, never interrupting or making you feel silly for your drunken rambles. It was the kind of thing that you’d really appreciate and probably comment on if you were a little more sober.
Eventually, you felt the car slow down as Sam pulled into the Taco Bell drive-thru. An excited squeal left your throat as the car rolled to a stop. He rolled down the window, and a few moments later the metallic voice rang through the speaker, asking for your order. You heard Sam ask for a moment before he turned to you with a lopsided grin. “Alright, what are you having, sweets?” he asked.
You gave a loud, exaggerated hum as you thought it over, staring at the menu through the windshield. “Ummm, quesadillas,” you finally answered, “Oh, and a Mountain Dew, please. A big one.” You held your hands up and mimed the shape of a comically large drink. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled softly in response, ordering quickly and driving up to the window. You leaned over and reached down for your purse. As you picked it up with a victorious huff, you stuffed your hand inside, fishing around for your wallet. However, your movements stopped when you felt Sam’s hand on your arm.
“Don’t worry about it,” he told you, shaking his head as he pulled out his own wallet from his pocket. He moved to take out his card but stopped with a sigh as you shoved a few bills his way.
“Lemme pay, Sammy,” you pleaded, “People are gonna think I’m a gold digger if you’re always buying.” You hoped your attempt at a joke would make him give in, but it seemed that the odds weren’t in your favor as he shook his head again, pushing the bills away.
“Nice try,” he said as he handed his card to the woman at the window, “Besides, we’re not even dating. No one’s gonna call you a gold digger.” He laughed, mostly to himself, and took his receipt from the cashier. You pouted slightly as you heard her tell him to pull into a parking spot, letting him know that the food would be out in a few minutes.
You were about to open your mouth to complain about how hungry you were, but when you looked at Sam, the thought was erased from your mind. The glow of the parking lot lights washed across his features, making them seem beautifully sculpted and impossibly soft all at once. His lips looked plush and full as he sang along quietly to the radio, and the way his lashes fluttered with every blink was enough to make your heart beat out of your chest.
Before you could stop yourself, you reached out with one hand, gently touching his cheek. “You’re so pretty, Sammy,” you whispered as your thumb brushed along the smooth skin of his cheek. He laughed softly and thanked you, but you shook your head, feeling a burning need to make him understand. “No, I mean it,” you insisted, “You’re beautiful. The light makes your face look so good.” You leaned over the center console, craving to be close to him.
You didn’t notice the soft flush of his cheeks, but you felt his hand grab yours softly and place it back in your lap. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he answered with a small smile playing across his lips, “You look really nice, too. Even if you’re a little sauced.”
You sigh, ignoring his playful dig at your current state. Your gaze stayed trained on him for a few more lingering moments. “You look the way you did in the playground that one time,” you mumbled, and you felt your cheeks heat up even as you said it.
“Yeah?” he asked, tensing slightly and gripping the steering wheel tighter with his left hand, his right one drumming on the gear shift.
You nodded. “Yeah. I think about it a lot. Do you?” you asked with such unfiltered candor that Sam couldn’t deny you the truth.
“Yeah. Sometimes,” he uttered, his eyes staying trained forward, unable to face you. It was only when he felt your soft grip on his chin that he turned.
“I wanna kiss you, Sam,” you blurted. The words hung in the air, and you desperately wanted to take them back, but it was too late, and as much as you could try to deny it in the morning, they were all true.
He searched your face for a few seconds, confusion and heartbreak dancing over his features. “No, you don’t, sweets. You’re drunk,” he muttered with a shake of his head, “You’re just getting in your head and saying things that you don’t mean.” His hand firmly but gently gripped your wrist, pushing your hand away. You moved it back immediately, your face holding a look of vulnerable want.
“No,” you protested softly, “Drunk or sober, this is what I want. I just… I’ve never been brave enough to say it before. Please, Sam, you know I love you.” You leaned forward slightly, praying to whatever powers that be that maybe he would feel the same way, but he only shook his head, placing his hand over yours.
His voice came out in a pained whisper, punctuated with a shake of his head, “I love you, too.” They were the exact words you wanted to hear, but you never knew how painful they could be. What you thought would be a heartfelt confession became the biggest rejection of your life. You opened your mouth to speak back, to ask why he didn’t want you if he loved you so much, but you were cut off as a woman approached the car, knocking on the window and handing Sam your food. You sat in a terrible silence as he placed your drink in the cup holder and handed you the brown paper bag. He stared ahead for a moment before sighing and putting on a half-hearted smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Alright, sweets. Let’s get you home.” And just like that, the moment was over.
*
Hot tears poured down your cheeks, burning your skin and making you choke with every sob. You wiped your nose with your sleeve, not caring how gross you would normally find the habit. Your knees were pulled tightly to your chest as you sat perched on your couches. After a few moments, your breathing slowly evened out, and you took a deep breath before reaching for your phone, dialing quickly and praying for an answer.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard Sam’s voice from the other line, full of cheer and affection. The sound of him alone was enough to pull fresh tears from you, pouring out in loud cries. He responded immediately with concern, “What’s wrong?” His question was simple. He never pushed too far, and it was something you appreciated now more than ever.
You sniffled loudly for a few moments before answering. “I dumped Austin,” you sobbed, “Can you please come over?”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Do you need anything?” He asked, his answer swift and to the point.
After a few moments of silent thought, you whimpered back, shaking your head, “No, just get here as soon as you can, please.” Your grip on your phone was tight and desperate as if holding it close would bring Sam to you faster.
“Alright. I’ll be there soon. You hang in tight, okay? I love you,” he cooed, slowly easing your nerves, making your breath still.
“Okay,” you sighed, “Thank you, Sammy. I love you, too.” You hung up the phone and took a deep breath. All you wanted was to ball back up on the couch and scream, but you decided that you should try getting yourself together before Sam arrived. You were sure he wouldn’t mind if you were a blubbering mess, but it wasn’t like he could help you much if you could barely speak.
You walked into your kitchen, throwing open your freezer and grabbing a tub of ice cream. It made a soft thudding sound as you dropped it unceremoniously onto the counter and swung the door to the freezer closed. Next, you pulled open the drawer nearest to the stove, grabbing a spoon for yourself and an extra one for Sam. The old barstool that was posed near your kitchen island screeched as you dragged it towards you, and it creaked loudly when you sat upon it. You mentally reminded yourself to look for new barstools and yanked the lid off of the ice cream, scooping a large spoonful and shoving it into your mouth. The sugar truly did little to lift your spirits, but at least it didn’t make you feel worse. At least that was what you were telling yourself when you heard a knock at the door, signaling Sam’s arrival.
You got up from your place at the counter and plodded to the door. As you opened it and saw your friend’s face, you fell into his arms in a tight, bone-crushing hug. “Hey, Sammy,” you mumbled into his chest.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he answered. You felt his hand splayed out across your back, rubbing up and down in a comforting gesture. After a moment, he spoke again. “You okay?” he asked, his voice full of gentle concern.
You let out a long sigh. “Yes. No. I don’t really know,” you whined, “I feel so bad, Sam. He had no clue it was coming.” Your head fell forward, landing in your palms as you rubbed your temples in frustration and uncertain grief. You slowly moved back to the kitchen and plopped back into your chair.
“I thought things were going really well,” Sam asked, following you and sitting beside you at the counter.
You nod as you take another bite of ice cream and nudge the extra spoon in his direction. “It was. I mean, he was so sweet and nice. He would come to all my family stuff, even when he knew he didn’t have to, and he was always doing all these sweet little things to make sure I knew he cared. Flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards, y’know? He was the best boyfriend I ever had,” you shared, one long stream of consciousness pouring out of you.
Sam sat in silence for a moment, taking in what you had to say. Then, he gave a long sigh and finally answered, “I don’t understand then, sweets. Why’d you dump him?”
It was your turn to give a sigh in response, paired now with a shake of your head. “I didn’t love him,” you said quietly, “I tried. I tried so hard to love him. I mean, why not, y’know? He was a nice guy, the kinda guy I should consider myself lucky to be with. But I just couldn’t do it. No matter how hard I tried.” Tears started to roll down your cheeks again and your shoulders started to shake as Sam pulled you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“Hey, it’s alright. You don’t have to love anyone. You know that? Besides, any guy who’s with you is the lucky one, not the other way around,” he cooed sweetly to you as he gently patted you on the back, swaying slightly.
You gave a small huff, leaning into Sam’s embrace. “It’s like this every time. I meet a nice guy, and I try to love them, I really do, and it always just blows up in my face. God, what’s wrong with me?” you cried as you buried your face into the crook of his shoulder.
He shushed you softly, “Oh, now, come on. You know nothing’s wrong with you. You’re the best gal I know, and you shouldn’t try to force yourself to love anybody. That’s not the way to go about it. It’s not fair to yourself.” You felt his head tilt downward to look at you. “What’re you doing trying to make yourself love all these guys anyway?” he asked, no mocking tone in his voice, only a genuine desire to understand.
“It’s embarrassing, Sam,” you replied with a shake of your head, “I can’t….” Your sentence trailed off and you kept your face pressed against his body, unable to answer.
He nodded, “Alright. That’s fine. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but just try to remember that things are gonna work out, okay? You’re gonna find someone out there who’s gonna really knock your socks off.” A small chuckle rumbled in his chest as he tried to slowly lift your spirits.
“No, I won’t, Sam,” you muttered, “I’ve tried over and over. It’s not gonna work out for me.”
Your words only made him tighten his grip on you. “Now, that’s crazy talk,” he chided softly, “Why would you think a thing like that?”
“Because you don’t love me.”
Your words hung between the two of you, Sam being the first to cut through the thick tension they left behind. “What?” he asked, his voice bearing incredulous confusion, “Of course I love you. I tell you I love you all the time.”
You gave a frustrated groan and pulled yourself away from him. “God, Sam, you just don’t get it. I don’t mean love like that. I mean love. You might love me, Sam, but you don’t want me. Not the way I want you.”
A painfully loud, blaring silence filled the room as the weight of what you said rested on the man before you. He didn’t say a word, his eyes staying locked on the floor.
“See?” you continued, “I’ve always loved you, Sam. I thought it was pass, but… fuck, I love you, Sam. And you just don’t love me. You never did.”
You opened your mouth to say more but was cut short as you felt warm, soft lips pressed against your own. Your body went rigid with shock for a moment before melting into Sam’s kiss. Deep, hungry sighs of relief flowed between the two of you as you desperately grabbed at each other. His tongue slotted itself between your lips, coming to meet with your own as his hands combed through your hair, gentle need filling him as he cradled you to his being. Your hands rested upon his shoulders and acted as an anchor to prove to yourself that this was real and not some sick joke your brain was playing on you.
After you could hardly breathe and had exhausted yourself in the raw passage of love you shared, you pulled back, looking Sam in the eyes. “I’ve always loved you,” he confessed, “I loved you since that night we kissed our senior year. I just… I was scared. The way I feel about you, it’s bigger than me. Hell, it’s bigger than the both of us put together, and I was scared that if I told you, if I really put my money where my mouth is and just laid it all out, it would ruin what we had. I could never afford to lose you. I still can’t. I just always told myself that I’d do whatever it takes to keep you around, even if it meant I couldn’t love you the way I wanted.”
You were almost moved to tears at his words as you pulled him close, hugging him tighter than you ever had before. “Oh, Sam, you’re so stupid. Stupid and wonderful. How could I ever not love you? And how could a love like ours ever go bad?” You tilted your head up and kissed him again, feeling so free just to know that you could.
A loud laugh rumbled through his chest as he held you and kissed you back. “Yeah, I guess love makes us all a little stupid, doesn’t it?” he asked and looked down at you, his playful, lopsided smile plastered to his face.
You giggled with unbridled delight. “I guess you’re right on that one,” you conceded, “At least we can be stupid together, right?”
“Right,” he answered, leaning in and kissing you sweetly. You smiled into his kiss, happy in the fact that you and Sam were both incredibly, undeniably stupid and unmistakably, absolutely in love.
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late night talking | drw x f!reader
danny x f!reader | fluff, some suggestive dialogue | no warnings (minors dni tho please n thx)
summary: some post-show aftercare for danny after playing a few shows in a row starts to catch up to him.
hi! happy wagner wednesday! this is just a whole lot of fluff pretty much. (this is my first fic in this fandom! let me know what you think 🙈 my asks are open for ideas/prompts/requests!)
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It’s late when he gets back, but that’s normal. You’d come home after the show ended, knowing the band had a couple of post-show interviews scheduled and not wanting to be too in the way. Danny had insisted you wouldn’t be, and you knew he meant it— knew all the guys did, when they asked if you were sure you had to leave. But they’d just finished the last show of a three show stint back home, and you knew they’d be tied up with interviews and photo ops for awhile. And besides— you had something you wanted to do.
“It’s fine,” you’d said, pushing up on your toes to press a kiss to the bottom of Danny’s chin. He’d ducked his head and caught your lips immediately after in a quick peck, and you’d smiled against his mouth, pressing one more kiss to his lips before backing away, not wanting to get too into it. “I’ll see you at home.”
“‘Course, baby,” Danny had murmured, reaching out to pull you back in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple and swatted at your backside, unable to help himself. “See you soon.”
You’d winked at him and said goodbye to everyone else, heading out with one of the security guys to where you’d been told to park your car earlier that afternoon.
Now, you listen as you hear the telltale signs of Danny getting home. You hear him toe his shoes off at the door, hear the thud of his bag on the floor beside them, and then, right on cue—“Baby?”
“In here,” you call softly. You’re sitting in the living room, on the couch, the only light a lamp in the corner and some candles on the coffee table.
“You shower yet?” Danny asks as he pads down the hallway. “Wanna join—“ You watch as he rounds the corner into the living room. He sees your setup, and you take in his face as he realizes what you’ve got planned.
“How did you know?” He asks sheepishly, stepping into the room. “I barely flinched.”
“Saw the flinch. And saw you trying to stretch it out after Dreams,” you answer and tilt your head up to accept the kiss he’s leaning in to give you. “And yeah, I showered already. Why don’t you go ahead?”
“God, yes. I’m gross. Was hoping you’d have waited for me, though…” Danny teases, then leans in and kisses you again. “Thanks for coming tonight. And the other nights, too.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it,” you reply, smiling up at him. “Now go. I’ll be waiting.”
It doesn’t take long for Danny to return to you, freshly showered and changed into a pair of comfy shorts. He’s foregone a shirt, and you let yourself take him in, all long and lean and muscly as he ambles over to you.
“See something you like?” Danny asks, cheeky, smiling at you.
“Always,” you answer immediately. You pat the spot beside you on the couch and then turn so you’re leaning against the arm rest, splaying your legs open and resting one against the back of the couch. Danny walks over and sits in between your thighs, his back to your chest, and leans his head back against your shoulder. His hair is still up in a towel, and you know he probably only left it up so he wouldn’t get you soaking wet when he leaned on you.
Once he’s situated, you press a kiss to the top of his cheek, just under the corner of his eye. “Does it hurt now?” You ask, your lips still brushing his skin. You touch your hand lightly to his right shoulder. “Do you need some Advil, maybe?”
“Not right now,” Danny answers honestly. “Want me to scoot?”
“Just a smidge,” you reply, and grab the small vial of essential oil from the coffee table, just in arms reach. “So tall.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Danny shoots back, but he slides a little further down the couch so you have better access to his shoulders and neck. You’d tried this with him laying down on his stomach, before, but had found that the best relief came from him still sitting up somewhat upright. “So small.”
“Shut up, I’m of perfectly average height,” you fire back back as you pour a few drops of the essential oil into your hands, rubbing your palms together for a second before sliding your arms over Danny’s shoulders and cupping your palms in front of him. “Deep breath,” you command gently.
Danny, knowing the routine, inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the lavender essential oil. You’d picked this one for two reasons: firstly, because it’s relaxing—but mainly because it’s Danny’s favorite. He holds his breath for a count before exhaling, already sinking a little farther back into you as he starts to relax. Once he’s repeated the inhale-exhale cycle a few times, you bring your hands to his shoulders and start to work your fingers into the tight muscles.
“Oof,” Danny grimaces a little when your thumb finds the spot you know is bothering him.
“Sorry,” you reply, instantly lightening your touch further.
“No, s’good,” Danny assures you. “Hurts. But it’s helping.”
It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, Danny plays hard enough during a show that he reaggravates an old golf injury. It rarely bothers him, but you’re used to his tells- you even remember the original injury, though the two of you were just friends then— and had seen him wince a little tonight somewhere during the extensive drum and guitar solo in The Weight of Dreams. Their stint back home had been exciting for all the guys, and the energy at each show had been truly electric, but tonight had been absolutely unreal. Plus, with it being the last of three shows, it wasn’t that surprising that Danny re-pulled the muscle.
You work his shoulders and neck, your thumb applying pressure where you know he holds tension, working at a knot just in between his shoulder blades.
“Holy shit,” Danny mutters as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “How are you so good at that?”
“Gee, I wonder,” you reply, bringing your palms back up from his elbows to his biceps, then up to his shoulders again. “Could it be that I’ve been giving you massages for literal years?”
“No, that can’t be it,” Danny replies, and you know without seeing his face that there’s a hint of a smile teasing at his lips. “Gotta be magic, or something.”
“Oh, that too,” you agree, going along with it. “Sammy and I were practicing our spells the other night when you went to get the food.”
“So thaaaat’s why he looks taller,” Danny jokes. “He tried to tell me he was working on his posture.”
You huff out a laugh as you finish up your massage. “All done,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. You tug at the edge of the towel. “Want me to braid your hair?”
“Can’t move,” comes Danny’s reply, although he immediately contradicts himself and moves, flipping himself over so he’s facing you, still laying between your legs. He lays his head against your sternum, basically burying his face in between your breasts, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Thought you couldn’t move, hm?” You ask, the fingertips of one hand still dancing across his back, his shoulders.
“Couldnt,” Danny answers, voice slightly muffled. “But then I realized I’d be so much more comfy like this.”
You’re still leaning against the arm rest, so you wiggle your way down the couch a little. Danny moves with you, not giving up his current position, until you’re situated with your head against the arm rest and him laying comfortably atop you.
“Need to do your hair,” you murmur, lips pressed to Danny’s forehead. “Wanna pull it up?”
“I’ll fix it in the morning,” comes Danny’s reply, voice already heavy with sleep.
“Baby,” you sing-song, dancing your fingers along his spine. “Can’t fall asleep here, it’ll fuck up all my hard work on your back.”
“Just a nap,” Danny insists, somehow managing to burrow even further into the softness of your breasts. He’s wedged an arm under you, grasping you around the waist like a pillow, and his other hand cups your breast. “So comfy here. Favorite place.”
“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, gasping when he brushes a thumb across your nipple. “Daniel.”
“Baby.”
“Thought you were sleepy?” Your breath catches as he does it again, accompanying the movement over your nipple with a kiss to the soft skin of your breast, exposed from where the neckline of your tank top has been dragged down.
“Am sleepy,” Danny answers. “Also want you. Wanted you so bad after the show, then your magic hands—“
He trails off, and you smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “My magic hands?”
You’ve been running your fingertips up and down his spine as you lay there, feeling as his breathing slows and becomes deeper, more rhythmic. It takes him awhile to answer you, this time, getting closer and closer to succumbing to rest.
“Magic hands went and put me to sleep.”
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A Lazy Night | JTK
Author’s Note: Request from bestie @iheartjakekiszka for a fluffy Jake fic. I made myself Very Sad with this one because soft Jakey makes me want to sob bc I can’t have him. Alas… Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Unbeta’d so apologies for any mistakes. Now please excuse me while I go drink wine and think soft Jake thoughts.
Summary: Jake and the band have been working non stop on their new album. But, with a long weekend on the horizon, you decide to give Jake a night of relaxation and rest. Lord knows he needs it.
Content Warnings: Literally none. Just fluff.
Word Count: 1968
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Meeting Jake Kiszka has been the best thing that ever happened to you. From the very first time you met him, you had immediately known that he was the one. There was something about him that drew you in, and there was no going back.
Because of this, you couldn't help but to divide your life into two halves. There was Before Meeting Jake and After Meeting Jake. The before had been okay. You had a successful job – however boring it was, and you were happy. You’d had a handful of relationships – though few of them ever lasted long. But life was good. Boring, but good. And then Jake waltzed into your life. And only after did you ever realize how empty the before had been. Jake was your light, and you couldn’t fathom how you had ever managed without him in your life. He made falling in love easy. Jake had entered your heart quickly and made a home there.
The only downside to being in a relationship with Jake was the distance. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and you couldn’t agree more. While you're proud of Jake and the fame that he and Greta Van Fleet had acquired, you can’t help but miss him when he’s on tour and desperately wish that he would come home. But his time away only makes the times that he is home that much more special.
Unfortunately, despite Jake not currently being on tour, it still felt like he was never home. The boys were busy putting together their new album, and so Jake was either at the studio with them or running around doing interviews and photoshoots. You got to see him at night, of course. But often, despite his tiredness, he would stay up much later than you to go work on his ideas for new songs. You had work in the morning and so – no matter how much you wanted to, you could rarely stay up late enough to fall asleep with him.
Tonight was probably going to be one of those nights. It’s already 10 PM and Jake was only just walking through the door of your house, guitar case in hand and eyes excited but tired.
“Hey, Jake.” You say, rising from your place on the couch to go and greet him. He places his guitar case on the ground and wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight.
“Hey, babe. I missed you.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing his nose unto your skin, eyes closed. You breathe in his scent, immediately taking comfort in the smell of vanilla and something else that you couldn't define as anything other than just “Jake.”
“I missed you, too. You look tired.” You pull away from him, noting the tightness around his eyes and the tension in his shoulders.
“I am. But it was a good day. We got a lot done, so me and the guys decided that we’d take the rest of the week off.”
“Really? That’s awesome! And I’m off tomorrow anyways so we can have a whole three days to ourselves!” You exclaim, practically beaming with excitement. Jake gives you a soft smile, touched by your desire to spend time with him.
“Thank God.” He says, walking over to the couch and collapsing into it. “I feel exhausted. I love working on music and we’re having a lot of fun. But holy shit…” He leans his head back on the back of the couch and closes his eyes. “I feel like I could sleep for ten years.”
“You probably need to.” You tell him, walking over to the kitchen. “Did you eat already? I can fix you something if you’re hungry.”
“Nah, I’m okay. I’m too tired to eat.”
You tsk as you grab two wine glasses from the cabinet and grab a bottle of red wine from the counter. You pour yourself and Jake a generous amount.
“That’s not very healthy, Jakey.” You say, walking back into the living room.
“And wine is a better alternative?” He chuckles, taking the glass that you offer him to take a sip.
“Better than nothing, I suppose.” You take a seat next to him, happy to just share the space with him. “So, tell me about the album? How’s it going?”
He grins, his eyes lighting up. No matter how tired he is, he’s always excited to talk about music.
“It’s great! I think we’re really making something special. It’s a little different from what we’ve done before, but I think the fans will like it.” He takes a thoughtful sip. “I think… It's just different enough that it’s fresh and exciting. But similar enough to Garden’s Gate that the fans will still like it. We’re trying to toe the line as much as we can – keep what’s worked in the past without getting repetitive, ya know?”
You smile at his passion. Seeing the man you love get to do something he enjoys so much, with thousands of fans who adore him as much as you do – it’s an amazing feeling.
“Whatever you guys do, I know it’s going to be amazing. You all are so talented. The fans will love it no matter what.”
He finishes his glass of wine and places it on the coffee table.
“Thank you, y/n.” He leans back onto the sofa and a grimace flickers across his face. It’s so fast you probably would have missed it had you not been studying his face so closely.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, babe,” He says, giving you a crooked grin. “My back is just a little sore. Spending a lot of time crouched over a guitar.” He laughs, but you recognize the tightness around his eyes to be pain, not just tiredness. You place your own glass on the table next to his and stand up, offering him your hand.
“Come on.”
“Where to?” He asks, already standing and taking your hand.
“You’re gonna lay down and I’m going to give you a massage.”
His eyes fill with a mischievous sparkle.
“Not that kind of massage, Jake.” You scold, leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. “An actual message that will hopefully help your back.”
“Fine.” He sighs, smiling at you as you drag him to the bed.
“Take your shirt off and then lay down on your stomach. I’m going to make it a little more comfortable in here..”
“Yes ma’am.” Jake takes off his shoes and shirt and watches you as you move around, lighting the candles that you have scattered across the room. Jake sinks into the bed just as you turn off the overhead light, the only light now coming from the soft glow of the candles.
“Y/n?” Jake asks as you walk into the bathroom to grab some lotion.
“Yeah, babe?”
You walk back into the bedroom to see Jake laying on his back, eyes soft as he looks at you.
“I should have eaten dinner like you said because I think that wine went straight to my head.”
He giggles, and you notice the flush that’s overtaken his cheeks and chest. You just laugh and shake your head, taking a moment to admire him in the candle light. His hair is pulled back in a loose bun, with little wisps falling out and framing his face. It looks so soft and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Your eyes move downwards, again noting the flush on his chest before your eyes find his soft stomach – no doubt your most favorite thing about him. If he wasn’t so tired and the mood was a little different you’d take the opportunity to bite him. Instead, you walk softly over to the side of the bed and nudge his shoulder.
“Roll over on your stomach, baby. Just relax.”
He complies, and you climb up onto the bed. You nudge his legs apart and you gently sink down and straddle his waist.. You squirt some lotion onto your hands and warm it up between your palms before splaying your hands out on his shoulder blades. Immediately, Jake lets out a sigh of relief and you can feel him relax further into the bed. You begin to message him, and you can clearly feel the knots in his upper back and shoulders.
“Jesus, Jake. No wonder your back hurts.” You say, working your hands down his shoulders and kneading your fingerstips into his biceps. “You’re so tight back here.”
“I know.” He mumbles, voice muffled by the pillows. “It’s been hurting for a while but…” He trails off and sighs as you find a particularly tense knot in his back.
“You should have said something and I could have helped you sooner, babe.” You say, sliding your hands down farther to his lower back.
“Didn’t wanna bother you.” He says quietly.
“Jake…” You say, reaching out to turn his head towards you. His chocolate eyes are glassy with sleep and wine. “That’s what I’m here for. I want to help you.”
He gives you a lazy smile.
“I know. But I still feel bad.”
“Don’t ever feel bad. I love you. And I love helping you in any way I can.”
He huffs a laugh and lowers his face back down into the pillow.
“I love you too, y/n. So much.”
You continue your massage on his back, slowly but surely working out the knots and tension. You relish in the feeling of his skin underneath your hands. He’s warm and his scent is so comforting. You feel more at ease than you have in months. Eventually, you hear his soft snores and you rise carefully from his back. You pull the covers over him and take a moment to watch him. The tightness around his eyes is gone, replaced with a softness that you hadn’t seen in a while. His mouth is slightly parted, and his lips look so soft. It’s moments like this that make all of the absence worth it. One moment with Jake like this is worth all the hours of missing him. You’re overcome with a feeling of complete unworthiness. You can’t believe a man like this has fallen in love with you. Of all the people in the world, it’s you that he allows himself to be this vulnerable around. You feel like if you think about it too long you might cry so you shake your head and begin to quietly walk around your bedroom to blow out all the candles. Jake doesn’t stir as you walk to the bathroom to put the lotion away. You walk as quietly as possible back to the bed and crawl in next to him, pressing your back to him and closing your eyes.
‘Mmmm.” He mumbles, cracking his eyes open. “y/n?”
“Go back to sleep, Jakey.” You whisper.
He mumbles something unintelligible before rolling onto his side to face you and slinging his arm around your waist. He pulls you tight against his chest and presses his face into your hair, breathing in deeply.
“Don’t deserve you.” He whispers.
“You deserve the world, rockstar.” You’re met with nothing but his soft snores.
You smile and close your eyes.
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My personal library of favorites. Bedtime stories and rainy day reading. Fics that I was unable to stop thinking about. Stories that stay with you. Step into my office...
Bootleggers & Wildflowers - @writingcold
Vigilance - @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon
Make her Happy & Give me Shelter - @gretavanfleetposts
Lazarus - @garbagevanfleet
The Ugly Duckling - @ficthots
Skin Deep - @streamingcolors-gvf
Studio Fifty Forget me not & Rosa - @lvnterninthenight
London - @wildbluesorbit
I see hell in your eyes - @joshsindigostreak
Landslide - @the-tripping-and-the-touching
Written in the Stars - @takenbythemadness
Landslide - @gretavanbrie
Smoke & Ribbons - @profitofthedune
Perfidy - @earthlysorrows
Gold Dust Woman & Capital Vices - @builtbybrokenbells
Skin to Skin & Sleepless without you - @capturethechaos
Crazy Train - @losfacedevil
Landslide - @aflame4goinghome
Sativa & The Vanishing - @fleet-of-fiction
Down the hall & Down the hall 2 - @milkgemini
All eyes on me - @gretavanbear
My name or nothing at all & Imperfect Moments - @abeautylives
Roommates - @daisyful-gvf
Hands to Yourself - @sinsofstardust
Behind closed doors - @anthemofgvf
Like real people do & Menage Quatre - @alwaysonthemend
Contentment & Angel of small death - @ascendingtostardust
Jammies - @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine
Dirty little secrets & Tell me baby - @jake-kiszkas-smirk
Eyes on me - @farfromthehomelands
Missing Buttons & Sugar - @gretavanlace
For death or for glory & Dirty little secret - @vanfleeter
Wattpad Recs -
Stardust Chords - Mahoganyapples
Dreams in Gold - Katlin291
Breaking Taboo & The Master - gather-around
My way soon - Wittywitch
Tongue Tied - Eva
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Olalla – Chapter One
Josh Kiszka x female OC, Jake Kiszka
4.965 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.
Warnings: sadness, heartbreak, talking about death, anxiety, alcohol consumption
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I had a dream that the sky above the mountains darkened,
but it was just my beloved’s darkening eyes.
I had a dream there was a lightning brightening the skies above those hills,
but it was just my beloved’s cheeks that lightened.
I had a dream in which I saw storm clouds approaching,
but it was just a boy making love to his beloved.
(I Had a Dream, Čechomor)
It was true that Jake and Josh had seen the world, but their trips and explorations were always restricted by time. Everything was scheduled, planned and adjusted to fit the itinerary. Wherever they went, it was – first and foremost – a “business trip”. Sometimes they had days in between shows, oftentimes just hours. Be there on time. We don’t have enough time. You can visit only one of those galleries this time. Maybe next time... They were now rapidly approaching thirty, but haven’t yet experienced the simple joy of backpacking with all its perks and benefits. Freedom being probably the most important of them.
So, when the last show ended and it was time to fly back home, they decided to stay behind for a little while. It was a spontaneous decision, made in Josh’s hotel room after having had one too many beverages with several other people, none of whom shared their enthusiasm. Everyone just wanted to go home. They say there’s nothing like home and it’s true that there had been times when it meant something to the two of them as well, even after months spent away from it. But right now, their beds back home were cold and empty – a sad consequence, as well as a memento, of the lives they’d lived and the things they’d done. Could it have been prevented? Maybe, but what is past is past. It was the present that could and should be taken care of, and there was still the future to be shaped.
Even though the others tried to talk sense into them and nearly succeeded, by 4 am, the two of them finally made up their minds that it was time to really choose the road. “Time to write my own fucking screenplay,” Josh said. After a short nap, they repacked the essentials, said their goodbyes and hopped the train that was supposed to take them to all those yet to be discovered places.
Because it was summertime, last-minute accommodation options were pretty limited in larger cities. That only made it even more exciting, though, and turned out to be quite beneficial in the end. More often than not, they had to share a room that only had one king size bed. Not only they didn’t mind, it seemed as the most natural thing to do, and they welcomed it. Sightseeing or hiking during daylight hours, they didn’t want to part and disappear in their separate dens in the evening, like they did on tour. Touring – with all the rush and stress and boredom – often made them feel lonely.
They knew they had been hurting, they were well aware of the reasons why, but there had not been enough time to come clean about it. So, now, their late night talks often ended with at least one of them crying as the reminiscences of the people who no longer wanted to be part of their lives turned into shared melancholy.
Sharing…that’s what the trip turned out to be really about. Two brothers who once shared a womb, who later forged their mutual dreams about healing humankind through art into their shared destiny. Now they opened up to each other about how much they feared loneliness and lack of love. And it was a shared fear, too. It wouldn't be fair to say that there wasn’t enough love or affection in their lives, on the contrary. They were showered with it in great abundance. Their parents, siblings, other family members and all their numerous friends all loved them dearly and unconditionally, simply because they existed. The plentitude of it, including their mutual love for each other, shaped their personalities and nurtured their souls as they grew up.
That’s how they learned about the importance of love. They knew very well how lucky they were. Forever grateful, they wanted to share it and to pass it on…and then they were told that they didn’t. The reality hit them in their faces like a freight train loaded with reproach.
That’s how they found themselves mourning the kind of love they thought they failed to provide, the one they thought they consequently didn’t deserve. Once they conceded this to each other, they had to face the fact that they felt ashamed. They also had to admit that their own broken hearts still hurt, the raw and barely healed wounds opening up again during those midnight talks. A few times they fell asleep in a comforting embrace.
Wawel Castle, Krakow
“I think we should head back to the hotel.”
When Jake came back from the bathroom, Josh was still leaning over the railings, looking down at the river bend just below the high stone outer wall. He felt so much at peace up here, the fragrant summer air saturated with the scent of trees, damp stone, vanilla ice cream – as well as sudden whiff of ozone – filling his nostrils. They weren’t alone here. The courtyard was still full of people at this time of day, but the humidity muffled all the conversations as well as shrieking kids that were running around, and turned it all into a pleasant hum. It all felt almost dreamlike. Somewhere in the distance, less than a hundred miles further south, were the mountains…
Their adventure was nearing the end, it was their time to fly home the next day. It had rained heavily that morning and the forecast for the whole day promised volatile weather as the fronts collided, but that didn’t stop them. There were still a few places in Krakow which particularly Josh wanted to visit. Not really in a hurry, they went out for early lunch; later they were just idling around in the old town, eating pretzels and doughnuts, drunk on wine. It was almost 5 pm now.
“You're probably right,” Josh finally replied, looking at the sky with a frown, “but I’d really love to stay here a little longer.”
Jake didn’t say anything, just nodded. They stood next to each other for another ten minutes, overlooking the southern part of the city as well as ominous clouds that had formed near the horizon and were now slowly approaching. The wind was rising, playing with their hair, tossing the strands wildly from side to side. They should have been running for shelter by now, but the fresh breeze made them feel completely and utterly reckless. Jake started humming a familiar tune and Josh quickly chimed in:
“But the fool on the hill sees the Sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round…” …and they bursted out laughing like two madmen as the other people around them scrambled in their feet, looking for a place to hide, girls squeaking as the first raindrops hit the ground.
Now they were running too, heading back to the Old Town, passing crowded restaurants and pubs that didn’t appeal to them anyway. People were running around like ants and the storm clouds and the heavy rain quickly covered the streets in a blanket of semi-darkness. Soon they no longer knew where they were headed. They obviously missed a turn back to the main square and not much later found themselves on a much more quiet and nearly abandoned street that probably wasn’t on a tourist map. The storm hit in full force.
“Not a fucking thunder,” Jake groaned. They were both already absolutely drenched. Trying to find their way back to the hotel in the pouring rain now proved completely futile as they were probably at least a mile away from it anyway, and being no longer in the area of fancy cafés and parfumeries, looking for shelter of any kind wasn’t that easy anymore, either. A small – and already closed – grocery shop here, a tenement doorway there…finally they spotted a pub that looked promising. Both of them craved a beer anyway.
The pub was pretty cozy and warm. It was actually more like a café, only situated below the street level, in the cellar of the building. They sat in silence for a while, but Josh was becoming increasingly restless with each minute, chewing his lip and tapping his fingers on the table.
“Ok, what’s going on,” Jake finally asked.
“I’m staying.”
When it was met with a half-confused, half-annoyed stare, he continued. “I mean, just for two more weeks. I’d like to go hiking.”
The confusion was gone. Jake was just annoyed now. “Explain. Where? Why?”
“The Tatras. A guy told me the other day… You were still asleep, so I went out to have some breakfast. You know, Krishna bistro across the street… The place was already crowded by 9 am so these two guys joined me at my table. They just came from their hiking trip down there and showed me some pictures.They called the place ‘miniature Alps’, so you can’t get lost,” he laughed nervously. “It’s a spur-of-the-moment thing, see? But I feel I need it.”
Jake needed a moment to decompress. This whole trip had been a “spur-of-the-moment thing”...and they did it together. They had also agreed that it was exactly what they needed, so what the fuck is this bullshit? Josh sensed the impending question even before Jake formed the words in his head.
“You still have some work you need to finish before the start or the next leg…but I don’t. That’s why I didn’t tell you before. You’d just try to convince me to go home with you. I know it’s a long flight…I’m sorry Jake, but I really need to do this. For once in my life.”
“It’s insane Josh. And probably dangerous. And it’s mid-season. You probably won’t even find free lodgings. Then what?”
“I already booked it. The guy gave me a tip. Jake…don’t be mad. You know it’s irrational. We’re adults.”
Jake was angry. But he had to agree that it was irrational. They drowned the irrationality in a few more beers and so it happened that the next day, their ways parted. Jake boarded the plane headed for Gatwick while Josh took the train south.
Jake
London, 12:15 pm
The weather improved considerably since yesterday, but I still couldn’t shake off the sense of impending doom. At first I thought that it was just the anxiety I often felt when flying, this time multiplied by the fact that I was completely alone thousands of miles away from home and wouldn’t even get there sooner than the next morning, at the very best. Only to be greeted by my housekeeper, if I were lucky. Then I remembered that since there was no one else there, she also only came on Mondays every other week while I was away, to do the most necessary tasks like making sure that the house wouldn’t be buried under a layer of gray dust when I came back.
However, I landed in London about half an hour ago, downed a beer, had a smoke, but the unpleasant feeling that something bad was about to happen still lingered. I couldn’t put my finger on it, all I knew was that I already missed Josh.
It was completely irrational. We were adults. I had no right to be angry that he stayed behind, but I was. We spent more time together in the last two weeks than we had in over a year. I mean really together, not just next to each other. It was supposed to be our trip, the purpose of which, among other things, was to shake off the growing feeling of loneliness that comes with this lifestyle. So, me being annoyed with him now was perhaps understandable. But anxious? As I said, I hate flying. Having to fly alone sucks and I was about to board a transcontinental plane later that afternoon. I finally convinced myself that anxiety was also understandable. Nothing to be ashamed of…I guess. Still, something seemed off.
Agnieszka
Zakopane, 5:40 am
I checked the weather app again. Yes, definitely a perfect day for a hike. The sky was perfectly clear after yesterday’s storm and the air coming through the open window felt crisp and fresh. With a bit of luck, it would stay that way well until early afternoon, although one could never be sure here.
That’s what I both love and hate about the mountains. Even now, at the age of total control over everything, the mountains are unpredictable, uncontrollable and untamed. Even if we destroyed all the life they harbour, bare and stony valleys would still kill you even more easily if you were bold and arrogant enough to venture too far. Many people come here to conquer the mountain. That’s why we hear the sound of rescue helicopters a few times a week.
Have you ever smelled wet granite? I don’t mean cobblestones or granite walls, but the rough stone, spewed out to the surface of the earth by the untamed power of this planet, broken and twisted with the forces of nature like plasticine…even though a small piece could easily break your skull. There are places here where jagged rock towers a kilometer over your head. When the clouds hang low, try just standing at the bottom of a glacial cirque, surrounded by numerous peaks. It’s a deeply humbling experience. The place literally breathes. You can hear it sing its ominous song and its cold breath can chill you to the bone. These places are indescribably majestic and beautiful…and also scary when you experience the power firsthand.
Dominik was never scared. He loved the mountains very much, but he had lost all his humbleness. This place does not forgive such folly. He fell 500 meters and was probably dead even before his body hit the ground. It took them three more hours to find him. By that time he was already half buried under fresh white snow. They couldn’t save him. It happened in one of those gorgeous, scary places and I never saw him again. I burned my white dress that day.
But that was more than 6 years ago…and I’m still here, taking care of pretty alpinists who come and go, but never stay. Fucking them is convenient. Sometimes, the sensation left by their warm skin pressed against mine lingers longer than I’d deem comfortable and safe, but no one broke my heart again. Mom keeps telling me that my decision to never marry after what happened is breaking hers. She prays for me every Sunday, but she never understood. My father is like a domesticated chamois. A former mountaineer, tamed by a local beauty. Now he spends more time chopping wood and fixing old pipes. He says his knees hurt, but I know he’s happy down here with her. I like men who are just as wild as the wolves running over these hills, but to actually love them is a slow and painful suicide. I barely recovered from the first one. The next would also be the last.
My dad has been a caretaker of Villa Eulalia for as long as I remember, and even before. I grew up here, surrounded by wild nature and the people who tried to monetize it. Later, my parents bought the building and Eulalia became our family business. It’s much more than that, though. It’s home. Surrounded by new, modern and luxurious hotels owned by townspeople who don’t know this place at all, we’re old residents who offer shelter to those searching for peace here.
There are generally two kinds of people who come to Zakopane: vacationers and explorers. We don’t offer nice views, jacuzzis and sparkling wine. We will – however – make you breakfast at 5 am.. Whether you want to explore the hiking trails that belong to all or hidden places in your mind that are your own, we are your people. We are the same.
I couldn’t imagine my life to be any different. I had been climbing these hills since I’d learned to walk. I went to Krakow to get my master’s degree in tourism management, I travelled a bit, made some new friends and even considered some other life options for a while, but I came back eventually. I missed the fresh air and the soapy smell of mountain grass. I needed to be here.
I was also needed here. With my parents getting older and my younger sister having a family of her own in her cozy city home, I became a maid, a receptionist, a cook, a webmaster and an occasional mountain guide. My parents don’t speak English. Well, not much, anyway. They know a few phrases, so they can greet our visitors and ask them about their day, secretly praying that they wouldn’t really want to answer those questions. Most of them don’t…unless they’re young and handsome. Those talk to me, though.
We didn’t have any foreign visitors at first, but later they slowly started coming. It was my sister’s job to take care of them at first, with me being away most of the time back then. But later, with three young kids, she couldn’t – and no longer wanted to – keep doing that any longer. So I came back and took over.
In August, the holiday season is in full swing. I didn’t have a day off since early July and really needed to get out and clear my mind a bit. I can’t stay in town all summer, not when the paradise is literally just a few steps away. This morning seemed like a perfect opportunity. There were no planned checkouts for today, I already managed to get all the rooms for all the new expected guests cleaned and ready the day before and most of them were locals, with one Slovak family arriving later in the afternoon. Dad should be able to take care of that.
While I was sipping my morning coffee, I checked the mailbox one last time just to be sure everything would be taken care of while I was away, only to discover there were two new last minute reservations. Kováčová…some Slovak lady with two more people who wouldn’t arrive until later in the afternoon, room 8. That one’s also ready. I vacuum-cleaned it two days ago. So, that should be OK. Aaand, the attic room for…some Kiszka. Perfect. I took one last sip, grabbed my backpack and was ready to go.
Agnieszka wasn’t in a hurry, knowing too well that her muscles would hurt like hell the next day if she didn’t take it easy. She was fit enough to set a much faster pace, but this was not a workout. Not today. In mid august, the former sheep pastures in Hala Gasienicowa were in full bloom and covered in violet. It was also a rather steep route that led there so even though she reached the place at half past nine, she could already feel a familiar burning sensation in her calves.
This was a perfect place for late breakfast. Yesterday’s wind was gone and once she got past the tree line, the sun was already high up in the sky, warming her skin enough to let her shed all the unnecessary layers of clothing. “Bathing in the breeze” was her favourite pastime. There was no better way to describe it. It was also still early enough to be able to enjoy the calmness of this place, which would be buzzing with life only an hour or so later as more people arrived.
It was already past noon when she reached the borderline ridge at a beautiful spot called “Lily Saddle” that separated High and Western Tatras – her final destination for the day. Most people aim for peaks, but she always loved mountain saddles and ridge routes. Reaching them wasn’t easy. You always had to overcome steep, rocky and often exposed tracks to get there. By the time you reached the saddle, you were high on endorphins and adrenaline, your whole body overheated from exertion, only to be greeted by icy wind that kept rumbling up there even during the hottest days of the year, sometimes tossing you from side to side like a rag doll. It was like falling in love…
She usually felt at peace here, even when she had to literally wrestle with the element. Not today. Today, she felt agitated. It started further down the road and intensified exponentially as she reached the saddle. She contemplated going further west along the ridge to calm her nerves a bit, when her telephone rang. It took her a while to find it in her bag, but the caller seemed super determined.
“Dad?”
“Neszka, where are you? An American just arrived… Apparently, he’s got a reservation. I need to house him.”
That must have been a mistake, she went through the reservations. Someone probably arrived at the wrong hotel. There were several of them called Villa Something Something in Zakopane…
“Daddy, that’s impossible. I double checked. We’re expecting a small German group on Saturday, but otherwise no foreign guests.”
“I’m not making this up. He’s here in front of me and I see him in our reservation system as well.”
“Name?”
“Joshua Kiszka.”
Fuck… That was probably why she felt so uneasy? Never underestimate your gut. Her subconsciousness knew she fucked up.
“Ok, get him on the phone.” She took a deep breath, expecting an outpouring of anger, the person on the other side berating her and demanding an explanation. Some people had the weirdest reasons for complaints and refund reasons, and this situation clearly was her fault.
Instead, the voice belonging to a young man sounded amused. He, too, tried to explain the situation he found himself in, even though there was no need for him to explain anything. With the wind gushing and roaring around and the service being shitty up here, she couldn’t even hear him properly, so – after what she hoped was the most heartfelt apology she could deliver – she tried to make it as brief as possible.
“Ok, listen, my father – that’s the man you tried to talk to – my dad will show you your room. Just…. make yourself comfortable, there’s a large garden behind the villa and free beverages in the fridge outside your room… You will find it with ease… And I’ll be there in three hours at the very worst. Then I’ll show you around and will tell you everything you need to know.”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t slept much at night so I’ll probably just take a nap. All I need is a bed to lie on…if it’s ready,” he chuckled again.
Fuck. With that, she took a few big gulps of water and started descending.
It was past four in the afternoon when she got back home, hot and sweating and out of breath, but the shower could wait. She stopped briefly by the kitchen to ask dad how well it went and then headed straight to the attic floor, taking stairs two at a time. She knocked on the door and…nothing. She had to repeat it two more times – at least it gave her the opportunity to catch her breath – before the door finally creaked open.
“Hey, I’m so sorry I kept you waiti…oh!”
The man who answered the door was unlike anything she had expected. He was approximately the same height as her, slender, not overly muscular but still well toned. She could tell quite easily, because he was in fact naked from the waist up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and smiling at her while still trying to shake off the post nap confusion.
She didn’t realize that she was staring until he spoke, and took a few steps back inside the room, basically letting her in. “Uh, oh, sorry, it’s a bit hot here under the roof, he chuckled again as he picked up a basic t-shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. “And you must be the charming lady I spoke to on the phone earlier?”
He looked like someone straight from DaVinci’s painting…if DaVinci lived in some arty, boho community instead of a 15th century Milan: fine features, rosy cheeks, kind yet mysterious eyes, plump lips and soft curls with trimmed sides and a messy braid that ended between his shoulder blades, decorated with a tiny shell.
“Uuuh, yeah, yes, that’s me. I tried to get here as soon as possible, but it took longer than I expected and…”
“Please, don’t apologize. I see you went hiking. So cool! It must have been absolutely fabulous up there today. You must certainly give me some tips. Where to go, what to see... I heard how beautiful it is here. Saw some pictures too. But I’ve never been here, so I absolutely don’t know what to expect. I will need to buy some clothes and other essentials as well, this was a last minute decision. I helped myself to a beverage from that fridge, by the way. I hope it’s ok. I had peach iced tea…,” he kept on rambling as he tried to clean up the room that already looked lived-in even though he had been here for only a few hours.
She watched him, completely bewildered. But she already liked him. He was cute and wild and kind of sexy. Strange, but with a pretty face. Two weeks. He’s alone…yeah, and you’re sweaty, red faced and you stink, you idiot!
“…me around?”
She realized he was still talking, when put her back to earth. “What?” That chuckle again…
“You told me you’d show me around. I got my key, I know where the drinks are, I saw the garden, it’s fanTAStic, by the way…so, what else do I need to know?” he asked cheekily.
That put her back into her professional mode. She explained that she wouldn’t clean the room more that once a week unless he would specifically ask her to do so, privacy being held in high regard here…; she showed him where to find extra toilet paper and fresh towels, where to throw the dirty ones; she showed him the kitchen he had to share with several other rooms, told him about free tea and coffee and that he shouldn’t bother with washing the dishes, he should just leave them in the sink and she would take care of it. She also told him where to buy everything he needed and she had to bite her lip a few times when he absentmindedly touched her arm.
Later in the early evening, Agnieszka still couldn't shake off that unfamiliar restlessness she felt back up on the ridge. It lay heavy on her chest, compressing her lungs. She tried to read, but it was no use. Reading was a distraction fit for dark and rainy evenings, but the cloudless sky didn’t want the night to take over just yet. Even here, among steep hills where the sun sets early, the skies were still ultramarine blue and… vast.
The warm light on her bedside table wasn’t enough to disperse the magic of the blue hour. Instead of trying to reread the same paragraph for the third time, she put the book down and opened the window to let the cool and fragrant air in.
As soon as the scent of pines and freshly mown grass hit her nostrils, she also heard a soft hum coming from below. Looking down, she saw him sitting on a wooden garden table, with his feet on the bench. He had his back to her, sipping beer, his fingers rapping on the withered wood. He was also the source of that slow melody.
It reminded her of Dominik. He used to sit by the fireside, farther back in the garden. His guitar was often out of tune and people made fun of him, but he always just smiled and continued to play. It often baffled her that he didn’t mind, because it sounded awful, and he must have heard it. The man could sing!
Apparently, so could Joshua, but it was something completely different. Dominik’s voice was low and thick, and when he hummed her favourite songs, such as Sad Eyes, it often made her drowsy. Joshua sounded like the girls singing old local folk songs about dying from a broken heart. She had never heard anything like that. He sang silently, as he obviously did not want to disturb the calmness of dusk, as well as other guests behind their own open windows. Yet it made her heart flutter in her throat.
She watched, entranced, how his breath animated the muscles of his lean back, covered only in sheer white cotton in spite of the air getting increasingly chillier with every passing minute.
Agnieszka tried to lean out the window a bit more, which made the shutter crash against the wall, causing him to look her way. She panicked and ducked under the sill. Realizing how childish it must have appeared, she slowly straightened and saw him still looking in her direction, smiling. He gestured to the second can of beer standing on the table next to him and silently motioned her to join him.
She took a deep breath and nodded. She grabbed her cardigan, closed the window and went out to join him, oblivious to the fact that the way down the stairs and out the back entrance which led straight to the garden was in reality a steep, rocky road to ruin.
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Muse
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Summary: Your struggling artist is desperate for some inspiration.
Word Count: 3.4k+
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), unprotected p in v, oral (f! receiving), a smidge of sir kink, some spanking, a lot of fluff because i can't help myself, Jake draws a naked portrait of you (let me know if i've missed anything)
a/n: special thanks to this lovely anon for this brilliant idea. this was way too much fun to write.
this was inspired heavily by that scene from the Titanic. (you know the one.)
as always, thank you to my favorite editor/motivator, @jakeyt.
i hope you enjoy. ♡
“I want you to draw me wearing this.” You reach into the lapel of the robe, retrieving his coin that now hangs from your neck. “Only this.”
.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.
His frustration is palpable, evident in the nearly incessant huffing emanating from behind the closed door of his studio.
It's moments like these that leave you feeling utterly helpless. There’s nothing you can do, no inspiration you can provide that will pull him from his artist’s block.
He's been holed up in there for hours, since the early dawn, lost in the depths of his imagination, sketching away. You know better than to intrude; he's never been keen on sharing his work until it's finished.
In fact, he's never once allowed you a glimpse into his creative process. "It's the strange doodlings of a mind overrun with ideas. It's not to be seen until it's in its final form," he's reminded you countless times when your curiosity gets the better of you.
Still yet, you're consumed by the desire to witness his beautiful mind in action, crafting masterpieces in real-time, each stroke flowing from his soul through his tireless hand on his Somerset velvet sheets.
But, like any artist, he’s his own worst critic. He’s never truly satisfied with anything he creates, though you are left utterly speechless after each piece he finishes. His mind is a beautifully profound chasm of endless wonder, manifested through his artistry.
You hate when he has these moments of doubt, these instances when he questions whether he’s truly capable of such greatness.
And you especially despise days like today, when he spends the better part of it feeling as though he has a mental brick wall in the way of his ingenuity, hindering his hand from bringing to life what his mind so desperately longs to conceive.
Commissioned pieces, like his project today, always hold the most weight for him— from the need to earn a living, to his persistent worry that his art might not meet the expectations of the client.
It’s not that he doesn’t love doing them, or that he’ll ever stop taking them; quite the contrary, they’re his favorite pieces to work on. They provide him with an added pressure that elicits some of his best work.
But, reaching that point can be rather strenuous for him. It can at times take days, weeks before he discovers the creative impulsion he needs.
And right now, he’s in that very rut, awaiting the surge of inspiration that will reignite his dulled spirit.
There truly is nothing you can do when he’s lost like this, and any effort you’ve attempted in the past has always proved useless.
The one thing you can do, however, is prepare him some dinner.
He’s hardly left his studio today, and you know he’s not eaten much, if anything at all. Perhaps a morsel of sustenance will ignite the dormant embers of his mind.
.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.
After a quiet tap to the door, he invites you in with a serene voice.
He looks tired, but lovely as ever. The golden hour has officially set in the sky, and the opened curtains on the windows have allowed for a warm hue to encompass his studio, enveloping him in its delicate lume.
“That smells absolutely divine,” he remarks as you enter his studio, his plate and yours delicately balanced in your hands.
“I figured a little homemade pasta would do you some good,” you tell him while you pad across the floor to his work station.
With a sly disposition and a playful glint in your eye, you aim to steal a glance of his day-long project, but alas, you’ve been caught. Your sweet Jake misses nothing.
"Not yet, my love," he murmurs, flipping the page over as he takes your hand, planting a tender kiss over your knuckles. "You know the rules."
“I know, I know.” Your response holds a bit of remorse. You know better, but can’t begin to help the relentless desire to see his mind at work.
Setting his dinner on the desk he’s working from, you move yourself across the small office to the green chaise lounge that sits across from him, silently seeking his permission with your gentle glances. The smile in his eyes tells you that he’s more than happy to be graced with your company for the time being.
After taking a bite of the spinach tortellini you prepared, he unbuttons his white striped shirt, removing it from his shoulders and stretching his arms high above his head as though he’s ridding himself of the weight of his frustrations.
You can’t help your glare, watching him do something so normal yet so intriguing all at once.
His skin is velvety smooth, his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes, his chestnut wavy locks sitting atop his broad shoulders. You’re in awe each time you look at him; the sheer magnitude of his beauty never fails to steal your breath away.
And his necklace, his most cherished piece of jewelry that he wears each and every day. The precious coin, a relic salvaged from a centuries-old shipwreck that hangs against his chest.
The way it sits on his bare skin is nothing short of elating, sexy. It’s a wonderful addition to his already captivating aura.
He’s flawless. Everything about him.
Once he catches your gaze, he responds with a sly wink, eliciting a blush that paints your cheeks a bright shade of pink.
Then, a thought begins to swirl around your mind for a brief moment. One that you’re shocked you’ve not conjured until now.
The vision of the pendant against his bare skin sets your own imagination alight.
“I’ve got an idea,” you propose, your voice soft and sultry, trying to pique his interest even just a little, something that may help the rusted wheels of his mind turn at full capacity once again.
While his focus remains on his work, his right eyebrow arches ever so slightly, and you catch the hint of a grin daring to curl in the corners of his mouth.
“And what might that be, my dear?” he asks with an unknowing, devilish smirk.
As you get up, he hastily flips the page back over to hide his work from you once again.
“Don’t worry,” you say as you move behind him, placing your hands on his bare shoulders. “I won’t peek.”
You glide your fingers along his skin, feeling the subtle rise of each goosebump in the wake of your gentle touch.
He hums inquisitively as you delicately take hold of the clasp of his necklace in between your index and thumb, undoing it in one fluid motion before slowly slipping it from around his neck.
“Be right back,” you say as you head towards the door. “Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responds, a myriad of questions splayed across his features.
With light steps, you make your way down the wooden floors of the hall towards your shared bedroom. Hanging on the back of the door is your sapphire hued satin robe, adorned with a delicate lace detailing along the hem—the one Jake has always fawned over.
The satin drapes coolly against your skin as you slip it on, wearing nothing underneath, save for the weight of Jake’s necklace resting against your chest that you hide beneath the fabric.
You run your fingers through your hair, adding a subtle tousled look, before applying a light blush to your lips and cheeks to impart a bit of natural color to your complexion.
And with that, you're poised and ready.
.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.
As you turn the corner to face his studio, you see a very weary version of your Jake. His head sits in the palms of his hands, his leg bounces up and down at a rapid rate—a clear sign of the mental battle he’s waging.
This is as good a time as any for your little idea, and you’re hoping that it’ll be the very thing he needs to find some much needed initiative to keep going.
“Hi, baby,” you venture, leaning your body alluringly against the frame of the door.
As he looks up, a familiar twinkle dances in his eyes—a sight you've longed for all day long. It's a glimmer that tells you he's rather fond of the vision before him.
“And what exactly is your idea?” he inquires softly, slowly standing from his chair. But you stop him, motioning for him to stay just where he is as you saunter towards the chaise you were seated on just moments ago.
“My idea,” you begin, making a very slow, deliberate attempt to untie the sash holding your robe together at the waist. “...is for you to draw me.”
As if your thought has affected him physically, his posture immediately straightens, and his once tired eyes hold a renewed sense of life as they watch you intently.
“I want you to draw me wearing this.” You reach into the lapel of the robe, retrieving his coin that now hangs from your neck. “Only this.”
Your robe suddenly falls to the floor, revealing your fully nude figure that was hidden beneath.
“Oh…” he utters, his tongue wetting his lower lip before tucking it between his teeth. “You can’t do this to me, baby. I can’t look at you like this an–”
“Consider it a commission,” you interrupt, tracing your fingers lightly up and down the skin of your torso. “And when you’re finished, if it’s to my liking, you’ll receive a full payment.”
With a raised eyebrow, his gaze sweeps up and down your form, while his index finger lightly grazes his chin.
“You’re quickly becoming my favorite client,” he quips, wiping a stray bead of sweat away from his forehead, tousling the front of his hair in the process. “Consider it done, ma’am,” he continues with a confirming nod of his head.
You lay yourself down on the forest green velvet cushions, positioning yourself sensually across the chaise. Your body is turned slightly to the side, your leg gracefully crossed over the other, an elegant display of your curved silhouette.
The warm glow that is so beautifully cast upon Jake, is now cast upon you, the aura laying over your nude body like a golden blanket of light.
“Is this okay?” you ask him, draping your arm over the back of the chaise, making sure the coin sits meticulously atop your chest before your other arm falls to rest against your body.
He simply grins while nodding his head, his eyes drinking you in, a mix of surprise and desire evident within his expression.
“Yeah, that um…that’ll do just fine,” he tells you, the slight crack in his voice eliciting a smile from you, a break in his professional facade.
With a deep breath, he takes his prized Faber Castell 9000, carefully sharpening the tip just a bit before putting it against a blank sheet.
And then, as the true artist you know him to be, he begins without a hint of hesitancy. The gentle sound of the lead scratching away at the paper fills the quiet room— a sound you’ve come to cherish, a sound that signifies his craft is steadily blossoming to life.
He seems charmingly nervous, his hand gently brushing against his nose every so often between a series of strokes from his pencil, clearing his throat more than usual. His eyes flint to you, then back to the paper, then back to you, a succession of his adoration and determination, ensuring that the likeness captured in his art closely mirrors your essence.
You try to keep your face composed, a seductive allure about your features. But as you watch him, immersed in his passion, the way he’s studying you so intently, it becomes nearly impossible to suppress the beginnings of a smile upon your lips.
But despite your efforts, he takes note of the curve adorning your flushed lips, mirroring it with his own. “Relax your face for me, beautiful.” The soft rasp in his tone is enough to send a blush throughout your whole body.
Breathing in your nose and exhaling through parted lips, you’re able to reclaim your composure enough to steady your expression.
Every moment you share with him is a brushstroke of beauty, but something about this one stands out. The intimacy of it all, how he must diligently study every inch of your form to convey your image through his art, the intensity behind his focused gaze…your heart is racing in your chest, despite your relaxed demeanor.
.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.
With the sun almost hidden behind the early moon, he completes the final stroke.
He lays his pencil down, gently blowing on the paper to remove any stray lead before he picks it up, examining it closely while he walks it over to you.
As he holds it out before you, allowing you to at last see his craft come to life, you’re left entirely awestruck.
“Oh, Jake.” The sight before you leaves you nearly breathless. It exceeds every expectation, beyond the boundaries of your imagination. It’s a portrayal of you, but not just that— it’s how he sees you.
It’s the first time you’re witnessing yourself through his eyes, and in that, you feel a profound sense of beauty within yourself that you’ve never known.
“Do you like it?” He asks, a slight tremor present in his voice.
“It’s…incredible, Jake.”
Propping yourself up a bit, you carefully take the drawing from his hands, poring over his vast attention to the detail in your face, your body.
Specifically your breasts, how perfectly he depicted their round curve above your rib cage, encapsulating the fullness and allure of them.
You’re entranced by the way he drew the contour of your hips, how he captured the dip in them that you’ve always looked at with disdain, yet in his portrayal, you’re able to see the beauty in what you’ve considered a flaw.
He encapsulated everything, even the faint freckle beneath the curve of your left breast, and the mole under your belly button. He managed to immortalize all the intricate nuances that you typically overlook.
“Is this what I really look like?”
“Yes, but,” he takes the drawing from you, placing it on the mahogany table beside the chaise lounge. He helps you lay back down, gently caressing your face that he’s just conveyed through his artistry as he props himself above you. “The essence of your beauty defies any depiction.”
Then, his lips envelope yours in a kiss so fervent, so ardent, as though he’s waited hours to finally have you within his grasp.
His hand moves with a swift grace to your breast, fingers toying with your perked bud. This erotic moment with him has you already so flustered, so sensitive to every touch of his hands.
He breaks his lips from yours, only to land them down the column of your heaving chest.
“You’ve no idea how hard it was for me to look at you like this, to look at these,” he mumbles against the tingling skin, hands kneading the flesh of your breasts. “And fight the urge to come place my lips on every inch of this beautiful fucking body.”
And just as he said, he bestows tender yet hungry kisses down the length of your torso, maneuvering his body down the chaise lounge until he kneels before you. He nestles his face perfectly between your thighs, his warm breath tantalizing your wet center from his dangerously close proximity.
“I certainly hope you don’t let all of your clients pay you like this,” you mutter, breathless and yearning for his mouth.
“Only the ones that tickle my fancy,” he says, his words adorned with a playful wink before he delves into you.
He laps away at your pulsing cunt, like he’s been starved for your taste this entire evening. The lewd, lascivious sounds he’s emitting from between your legs only serve to heighten your need for him, causing your back to instinctively arch away from the plush cushions.
And when his lips envelop your throbbing clit, his tongue swirling around it inside his warm mouth, your body trembles and shudders. A rush of warmth encompasses you, starting from the depths of your core, the pit of your stomach, spreading to every inch of your being.
You surrender to the intoxicating bliss, your breath catching in your throat while your heart pounds in a crescendoing rhythm.
He guides you through it, gently holding your hips in place while the movement of his tongue slows in perfect time as with the ebb of your climax.
“Oh, that was so beautiful, my love.” He lovingly kisses the inside of your thigh before he stands, removing the belt from his patchwork jeans. “Turn over for me, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” you quietly utter as you obey his demand, knowing good and damn well what that specific name does to him.
Just as he commanded, you turn your body over to your stomach, placing your elbows against the arm of the chaise, your back arched as much as you can so that your ass is sticking up just right for him.
“Love when my sweet girl calls me that,” he purrs before his belt hits the floor, his jeans and underwear quickly in tow and freeing his impossibly hard cock.
“So, what’s the verdict, my love?” You feel the cushion sink in behind you as he settles himself between your legs, his right hand caressing your hip while the other teases your soaked cunt with the tip of his cock, leaking with precum. “Was my work to your liking?”
You giggle breathlessly, poking your ass out even further as an offering to him for his hard work. “Yes, I believe you’ve earned your reward.”
He steadily begins nudging his cock into you, going slow at first, allowing you to fully adjust to him.
Inch by thick inch, he fills you completely to the hilt, your breath catching in heavy gasps that are robbed from your lungs as he buries himself deeply within you.
Your nails claw at the velvet armrest as his thrusts quicken in their pace, your upper body nearly going limp as you’re no longer able to easily hold yourself up.
His hands hold a firm grip at your lower waist, pulling you into his cock rhythmically, yet becoming more and more disordered as he’s beginning to lose himself to the pleasure.
You cry out a slew of obscenities mixed with his name, begging him to fuck you harder, faster.
Without question he complies, landing an open palm against your ass cheek. “So good for me baby,” he hums, his thighs slapping against the backs of yours as he drives into you just the way you need. “So fucking good for me.”
With one more vigorous thrust of his hips, you feel that familiar rush throughout your whole body as your cunt throbs and pulses incessantly around his cock.
“Fuck, I feel you, baby. Pretty little cunt squeezing me so tight.” You feel the twitching of his cock inside of you, an indication that he's on the very brink of his own release.
“Cum inside me, sir. Please…need you to fill me.” Your voice is faltered, your body still reeling from your second climax.
“Jesus,” he groans, moaning exasperatedly as your words have him spilling within you, filling you with his warmth just as you requested.
He stays buried inside of you as he catches his breath, feeling his release slowly trickling down your thighs as you struggle to fill your own lungs.
You have to fight the urge to protest when he begins pulling himself away from you, not yet ready for the empty feeling he leaves you with.
You practically collapse against the cushion, your body exhausted in the most enthralling way, the kind of exhaustion that only immense amounts of pleasure can bring forth.
“My sweet, beautiful girl,” he whispers, kneeling himself before you as he softly caresses your flushed cheek.
You kiss the pad of his thumb as it crosses over your mouth, summoning the strength to lift yourself up enough to steal one from his lips. “I hope it worked,” you say, gently cupping his face in your hand.
“You hope what worked, my love?” He asks, leaning into your soft touch.
“I was hoping this would help inspire you.” You reach for the drawing, savoring its beauty once more. “I was hoping I could help inspire you, pull you out of your moment of doubt.”
“My love,” he murmurs, setting the portrait back down before he gently brushes his lips against yours. “You inspire me endlessly, every single day.”
His tender smile warms your very soul as he leans in for a deeper kiss, imbued with all the love you could ever want for.
“You’re my perfect muse,” he utters against your lips, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.⚘🀢⚘.
a/n: suffice to say, this inspired the hell out of me when i've lacked inspiration/motivation lately. thank you, anon.
if you have any juicy ideas, feel free to send them my way. ♡
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Honey, All I See Is You
Part Two
Jake x Reader
Find All Parts Here
Warnings: none
Two
It’s late afternoon and the sun has started to set as Jake drives down the dirt road. Flicking on the turn signal, he pulls into a long and winding driveway. When he reaches the cabin at the top of the hill, he cuts the engine and reaches over to grab his bag from Literary Labyrinth. Opening the door, he steps out of his truck and heads for the front door. Pulling out his keys and unlocking the front door, he turns the knob and steps inside.
Shivering from the chill of the cabin, Jake sets his bag and keys on the table by the door and quickly makes his way over to the fireplace and gets a fire going. Ember catches the kindling, and he stands. Dusting off his jeans he makes his way to the kitchen. Flipping on the light, he walks over to his coffee machine and dumps the grounds left from this morning. Putting in a fresh filter, he grabs the bag of Stumptown Holler Mountain coffee ground and puts in two scoops before filling the water reservoir. Grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets, he sets it on the stand and hits the brew button.
Turning and leaning back against the counter, he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and pulls up instagram. Tapping the search bar, he types in Literary Labyrinth and presses the search button. Instantly, pictures of the shop pop up along with pictures of you. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly as he scrolls from the shop’s feed. Pictures of books, customers, and you flash across his screen.
On one particular picture of you he stops scrolling. The picture is a candid shot of you sitting on the edge of the front display window with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. The soft golden afternoon light cascades over you and you’re reading what he assumes is an interesting page. Your lips are parted, and your brow is furrowed slightly. You look completely at peace and in your own world. He’d never seen something or someone as beautiful as you look in the photo.
Seeing the tagged icon, he taps it and sees your username. Tapping your name, your profile pops up. But, it’s set to private. Before he can think better of it, he sends a follow request. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he turns just as the coffee machine goes off telling him his coffee is ready.
Across town, you’re closing up shop. Flipping the sign from open to closed and turning off the overhead lights, you hear your phone sound from across the room. With a curious tilt of your head, you walk to the back and around the counter where your phone sits on the top of your stool. Reaching down and picking it up, you tap the screen.
On it, you see a notification from instagram. “jaketkiszka has requested to follow you” it reads. A confused frown forms as you click it and your instagram takes you to the user’s profile. When it pulls up you see the account is private, but you recognize Jake in the profile picture. Your frown immediately turns into a grin as you accept the request and send one of your own. Setting the phone back down, you finish up closing.
As you grab your coat, scarf and purse, your phone goes off with another notification. Quickly pulling on your coat, wrapping the scarf around your neck and throwing your purse onto your shoulder, you walk over and pick up your phone. The notification says that Jake has accepted your request. You smile as you stuff your phone into your coat pocket and turn to the counter grabbing the first book in the series Jake had suggested. Placing the book carefully in your purse, you head for the door.
After locking the door behind you, you hear the faint sound of your phone again. Dropping your keys into your purse, you pull out your phone and start walking home as you look down at the screen. A new dm from Jake waits for you to open in your inbox. You feel your heart flutter when you read the notification. Your cheeks heat and you shake your head trying to shake off the feeling. Opening the message, you see an old post of yours with a message attached.
“I see you were in fact a Narnia nerd. You’ll definitely enjoy the series I told you about earlier.” It says.
Clicking the linked post, you see it’s one you’d posted last summer. You’d gone abroad and during the trip, you had stopped to stay in Oxford. During your stay, you'd gone and visited The Kilns. That day had been the first sunny day of your entire stay. With the sun shining down, you’d walked the grounds of the house taking in all the sights and sounds during your tour.
In the nature reserve just behind the house, you’d spotted an old stone bench. Sitting down on it, a breeze blew through and with it, a little bit of magic. At least that’s what you’d told yourself. You liked to imagine C.S Lewis had sat on the same spot and dreamt up Narnia and maybe a little bit of that magic had rubbed off on you. Spotting a fellow tourist, you’d asked them to take a picture of you sitting on the bench with the house in the background and had posted it with the caption, “Narnia is never so far away.” You smile at the memory.
You hurry the rest of the way home and as soon as you walk through the door, you grab the book from your bag and your phone from your coat pocket. Walking over to your wall of built in bookshelves, you hold up the book in front of it and snap a picture. You flop down into your reading chair, a velvet covered wingback, and with the book in your lap and phone in your hands you pull up your dm from Jake and send the picture with the words, “Just got home and getting ready to start reading it actually.”
With that, you hit send and you open the book and start to read.
“He raises his sword, ready to die for this. His belief that all beings deserve to be free, that all are deserving of a peaceful life, the right to defend and rule his kingdom. His heart pounds. The thundering sound of hooves, feet, paws running across the field fill his ears. The enemy draws ever closer. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he plants his feet awaiting the coming onslaught. The dark prince and his soldiers are a breath away. Inhaling, he fills his lungs and raises his sword above his head and starts running toward them. He lets out a mighty roar as the two sides collide…”
*Ding*
You nearly jump right out of your chair. The book goes flying. Your heart is racing a mile a minute. With panicked breath, you clutch your chest trying to calm yourself. Whipping your head around to the source of the sound, you see your phone screen lit with a new message. One hand still clutching your thundering heart, you reach over and pick up the phone.
It’s a message from Jake. “How’s the reading going?”, it says.
Letting out a breath you type back, “I had just gotten to the battle between Elaith and Katar! The two armies had just clashed together when you messaged me and nearly gave me a heart attack.”
A few seconds later he responds, “Ah! That battle changes the whole course of things. Get back to reading. Tell me your thoughts when you’re done.”
Not wasting another moment, you do just that.
Quite a while later, you read the last line of the book. Tears cascade down your face. Your chest aches. You cannot believe this is how it ends. Since when did evil prevail? Aren’t fantasies meant to have happy endings? Picking your phone up off the side table, you message Jake.
“How dare you.” You type.
“I see you finished the book.” He says back.
“I will never trust your recommendations again.” You say.
“You only picked up the first book and didn’t get the second, didn’t you?” He accurately accuses.
Heat reddens your cheeks, “Obviously! Even still! That is the worst ending I have ever read!”
“Being a bit dramatic are we?” He says.
“No! My faith in this author is shaken! In fact my faith in the whole of the fantasy genre is shaken! Fairytales are meant to have happy endings!” You quip.
“Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong. Not all fairytales have a happy ending. Disney is to blame for your misguided thought process.”
You scoff and say, “Oh okay, Mister Cynical. Excuse me for thinking that “fantasy” means it’s different from the real world. Including how it ends.”
“You’re excused. Now that you know better, you won’t be so disappointed when you read the next book.” He teases.
“Who says I’m reading the next book?” You question.
“Come on, you know you want to see Delimira take her revenge for the death of her lover.” He says.
With a sigh, you type back, “You know you could just tell me.”
“And lose the opportunity to keep talking to you? Nah, I think I’ll pass and let you find out for yourself.”
Your cheeks heat and your pulse quickens. Smiling to yourself, you reply, “Fine. I guess I’ll be buying the next book in the morning… And be giving you all my thoughts as I read it.”
“I’ll be waiting with bated breath.”
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A Welcome Interruption
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader
Summary: You accidentally interrupt Jake's party ~plans~.
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. Smutty stuff. Language.
Author's Note: This is my first smut so please don't look at me I'm embarrassed and this is all scary ok. if its bad pls just ignore it. and if u know me irl pls ignore it im begging. u know who u are.
Jake hadn't felt this desperate in a while.
He didn't intend to leave the after-party this early. But the growing concern in his trousers forced his hand... literally.
He let his brothers know he'd be stepping out to get some air before retreating back to the bus, parked not-so-sneakily behind the venue. He managed to fumble the bus code twice before finally getting it right and hearing the door unlock for him. He practically threw himself inside, shut the door, and made his way to his bunk to find some relief.
--*--
You really weren't sure if it was the end-of-tour-blues or what, but something had you down that night. It was the last night of tour, meaning that your 6 months spent on the road with Greta Van Fleet was coming to a close. You'd gotten close with a couple of the girls on the tour. One who did photos, another who assisted in wardrobe. One of the managers even became like a second dad to you. You'd miss spending nearly ever day with them. But, the one relationship you were most sad to see off was the one you had with Jake.
You'd become friendly after the first few weeks as you got to know each other a bit over long van rides, delayed flights, and late night dinners in the back of the bus. Almost always, though, he was surrounded by his brothers. You loved them all, but Jake had a special place in your heart.
The way he spoke to you made you feel like you were the only person that mattered. He never failed to offer a hand when walking down the stairs. He always made sure to save you a plate from catering when you were running late for lunch. They were small things, but they felt big in such a touch-and-go lifestyle.
You never dared to try anything with him. You couldn't risk making any sort of move and ending your career for it. So, you were content to admire him from afar. Well, further away than you'd like.
Sometimes, you wondered if maybe, possibly, somehow, Jake felt similarly. You'd catch him peeking into your office every time he passed by backstage just to smile and wave. A few times you could've sworn you overheard him talking about you to Sammy. And, God, you couldn't get his touch out of your mind. The way that his hand sometimes came to rest on your knee when you were sitting near him. How his fingers swept away strands of your fallen hair at the end of the night. The way he seemed to nuzzle his face into your neck on the few occasions you'd hugged. You figured it was just the way he was. The way all the Kiszkas were. Touchy. But something felt a little electric about it that made you wonder...
So, you found yourself in a bit of mourning. You'd miss the thrill of the crush. The anticipation of does-he or does-he-not.
Most of your night was spent with your girlfriends, drinks in hand. You'd been going around trying to get pictures with everyone, of everyone, and making sure to say your congratulations on a well-done tour all around. After the ringer these boys put you all through, it was well deserved.
Naturally, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jake from across the room. The way his latest stage suit hugged his thighs had you in a mouth-watering daze. You had to remember to give Jake's seamstress a gift basket...
When your gaze came back up to his face, his eyes were already on you. You tried to play it off as having been zoned out, giving him a polite smile. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with some tour representative and made his way over to you. You shifted, a little nervously. It was just Jake. You'd be fine.
"Congratulations, Y/N!" he cheered, bringing you in for a hug. God, he smelled good. Pine and alcohol and Old Spice deodorant. Once again, his face found its way right into the crook of your neck. Just for a moment, you could feel his hot breath on your skin.
"I should be the one congratulating you!" you pulled back. "I was just talking to the girls about it. We're all really proud of you guys," you explained.
"Well without people like you," he took a step closer and moved his hand to rest on your hip for emphasis, "we'd still just be sitting in the garage in Michigan. So thanks." He raised his glass and threw back the rest of his drink. He swallowed and you watched as his Adam's apple bobbed. It's almost like he knew what he was doing to you.
The clanging of a glass across the room snapped both of you to attention. You turned to see the Label Rep thanking everyone for coming to the event and launching into some speech about how great the tour did. Jake reached over and squeezed your hand as a signal of departure before joining his brothers towards the front.
You didn't even attempt to focus as the guy droned on and on. You still felt the sting of Jake's breath on your neck, and the strain of his hand on yours, and the weight of his palm on your waist and... oh. You were down bad.
--*--
"So, did you ask her yet?" Sam prodded.
"Ask who what?" Jake looked over his shoulder, having a good idea about where this conversation was going.
"Stop playing dumb, brother. Y/N. It's your last real shot." Though he usually was one to tease, Sammy seemed oddly sincere. It was disconcerting, really. "I've watched you steal glances and sneak off to bathrooms all fucking tour."
Jake let out a deep breath and fiddled with the elastic on his middle finger. He knew Sam was right. He knew that if he ever had a real chance at understanding whatever it was that passed between the two of you, tonight would have to be it. And he knew you wouldn't make a move. That you couldn't.
"I don't know Sammy. I just, I don't think it's like that-"
"You never know until you try."
--*--
By the end of the night, Jake had worked himself into a corner. The nerves of wanting to pull you aside and kiss you senseless, combined with the fear that you'd reject him and the aching in his pants... he had to get out of there. So, to the bus he went. Perhaps he'd come back when he had... taken care of business.
Of course, though, you noticed his absence almost immediately. You knew that sometimes he'd step outside for a smoke break, so it shouldn't have concerned you that much. As you passed Sammy at the bar, he, too, congratulated you and made small talk.
"Anyway, have you seen Jake?" he questioned.
"Actually I was just wondering where he went. I wanted to-" you paused. What did you want? "I, um, wanted to say bye."
"Hmm. Well I needed to introduce him to this fancy-schmancy business guy. Could you do me one last favor? Please?"
"Fancy-schmancy? Sounds important..." you raised your eyebrows.
"It is. Could you please go see if he's on the bus? His phone is dead, I'm sure, and I want to make sure he talks to this guy about- uh. Well, he's got some, like, cool ideas that Jake should hear."
You were reluctant to head out into the cold to find him, but you agreed. You made your way around the maze of the backstage club and eventually found the fire door. It said it was just for emergencies, but you truly couldn't have cared. It was closer to the bus dock, so it would do just fine.
Locating the band bus, you saw that one of the lights was on. It was dim, but it was on. You ran up to it, quickly inputting the code, hopping onto the steps, and shutting it behind you.
"Jake?" you called softly from the front of the bus. No answer. Maybe he had gone for a smoke around the corner? Then, you heard a stirring further down the galley.
"Mmm. Fuck."
You froze dead in place. Jake?
"Fuck Y/N please. Please..."
Did you... was he...? Shit. As soon as he uttered your name, you felt your stomach flip and your insides turn white hot. Did he know you were there? How could he?
He muttered some incoherent nonsense between his heavy breaths and shifted in place. The sound of the sheets moving forced you out of your head and into reality.
Jake was touching himself while thinking of you. At least, that's what it sounded like.
But what to do?
God forbid you somehow read the situation wrong. That would be just your luck. What if he was... sick? Some kind of sick that was making him moan and squirm...? Was he thinking of someone else who happened to have your name? Your mind ran through endless possibilities of what could be happening, each more implausible than the next. Your thoughts were interrupted when Jake spoke again.
"Shit, Y/N pleasepleaseplease. Yes. I- fuck," he was practically whining. Whatever scenario was playing out in his head, it sounded like he was enjoying it thoroughly.
You would be lying if you said that this didn't fuel your ego. You absolutely recognized how attractive Jake was, and had definitely thought about him a time or two or twenty when you were alone in your bed. Your thoughts often wandered to the way his fingers moved so adeptly on stage, or the way his chest glistened with sweat in the stage light. Who could blame you? But you'd always found a way to bring yourself back to earth. To remind yourself that he was out of reach. That he wouldn't, couldn't be yours.
So, your brain was split in half. Part of you felt like you needed to run as far away as possible from this situation. To run back to Sam, say he was shit out of luck, and get on with the goodbyes. The other half was deliciously turned on and yearning to join him. Eager to indulge him in whatever fantasy he'd concocted in his head.
Your feet were moving before your mind could catch up. You inched your way down the galley and stopped just beside Jake's bunk. Taking a deep breath, you summoned up the courage to make your presence known before you could change your mind.
"... Jake?" you whispered, shyly toying with the hem of the curtain by his bed.
Behind it, Jake paused for a moment. Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or you were really calling out to him in the throes of his pleasure. He managed to calm his breathing and dared to peek out to see. Upon taking in your dazed expression, his stomach dropped and he tried to cover himself with the sheets. He panicked, embarrassed.
"Y/N I can ex-"
"No, keep going," you ushered him on. You even surprised yourself with the sudden confidence.
'Shock' wasn't even close to describing the look on Jake's face. He considered protesting. But, with the state of him, you both knew he had no choice - no desire - but to surrender.
"Don't be embarrassed. I, um... I like it." His head fell back a little bit more at that... the idea that you liked walking in on him getting off to the thought of you. So, he continued.
Despite your diffidence, your hand slowly found its way under your shirt and on to your stomach. The light brushes of your fingertips against your raised skin made the sight before you even more dangerous. Your eyes shut just for a moment, relishing the feeling. It was innocent, but felt so far from it.
Jake pulled you out of it.
"No. Look at me. You were doing it all fucking night, so don't you dare stop now."
If you two were going to do this, you were going to do it.
Obeying his command, your eyes reluctantly opened to find his again. You needed more, already. You reached out to grab Jake's hand that was resting just next to his head. The contact alone set his nerves on fire. You led his palm under your shirt and up to the swell of your breast, encouraging him to touch you there.
"Oh my god," he groaned, his head falling away from you in disbelief. Of all things to be self-conscious of in the moment, he was concerned about the way your soft chest in his hands made him blush. He'd dreamt of this moment for ages, though he was scared to admit it. His other hand continued its patterns, hidden by the far half of the curtain and the sheet he'd tried to hide behind.
As he began kneading into your breast, you allowed your own hand to sneak further down. You hadn't realized just how wet you were, and all from watching his face contort in pleasure. When your middle finger brushed your swollen clit, your mouth hung wide open.
"Fuck, Jake," you uttered, allowing your head to rest on the wall beside his bunk.
He somehow forced his hand to come to a standstill and looked over at you with his half-lidded eyes.
"Y/N you have no fucking idea how hot that is." You whimpered at his confession. "You touching yourself," he huffed, "Saying my name..."
Suddenly, the hand he had on you withdrew from under your shirt and you sighed at the loss of his warmth. He beckoned for you to climb into the bunk with him.
"Do you want, can you get i-" he began.
"Please." You cut him off.
You clambered into the bunk, but not before ridding yourself of your top completely, much to Jake's enjoyment. It was only going to be in the way, you figured. You bumped your head on the roof and Jake shuffled to the side a bit to make room for you. He'd pulled his boxers up for the time being, though he was still hard as ever beneath them. It was desperate and ungraceful and needy, but neither of you seemed to care.
Once you were settled next to him, his fingers danced across your lips, entranced. You each took a few breaths before continuing on.
"Can I touch you?" he whispered, staring at where your mouth met him.
You only nodded in response, fearing what might come out of your mouth if you dared to open it.
"Use your words, baby, please. I need to hear you."
God. This was...
"Yes, please touch me," you grasped his forearm, longing for him to move it elsewhere. His skin was hot and soft and perfect.
"That'a girl," he praised. His fingers wandered from your lips to the back of your neck, playing ever so lightly with the baby hairs there. He took his sweet time dragging his fingertips down the back of your neck to the side of your breast, stopping there to press his lips to it.
He tapped your shoulder, wordlessly asking you to lay on your back so he could have greater access to your chest. His hand trailed down your sides to your hips, though his mouth still stayed connected to your nipple. He grazed it with his teeth before moving on to the other. As he took it into his mouth, his thumb dug into the flesh of your hip.
"Jake I need you- oh." He dragged his tongue up and pressed a hot kiss into your neck. "I need more." You pulled his head closer to you, hands tangled in his hair. He was already sticky and sweaty, but it only made you feel needier.
"And you'll get it, if you're patient, sweet girl," he smirked into your neck. You let out a soft gasp at that and willed yourself to keep your hands occupied with his hair rather than yourself. "Mmm. Did you like that? Sweet girl?" He bit down into your skin. "Sweet Y/N?"
You could only whimper in response as he soothed the spot with his tongue. He pulled back completely, using his free hand to cup the side of your face.
"Ah ah, what did I say about using your words, baby?"
"Fuck, okay, yes Jake. Yes, I love it-" He smiled to himself again and finally connected his lips to yours.
You had always wondered what his lips would feel like. They looked so soft and inviting, even from across rooms. Across arenas. And you were right. Despite the situation you were in, his kisses seemed innocent. They were tentative and gentle.
Your hand danced along the hem of his boxers, pinky finger slipping under. You held him there for a minute before inching down further, just as you went to deepen his kiss.
His head fell, almost into your chest.
"I can't take-" he grabbed your wrist, and cleared his throat. "Not yet." Immediately you felt a pang of rejection. Had you accidentally taken it too far? He brought his head back up to yours, pressing your foreheads together in reassurance.
The confusion must have been written all over your face. Reading it, he pressed your hand firmly against the lower part of his stomach and traced little circles on top of your veins with his calloused thumb.
"Let me take care of you first. Is that okay?" he smirked.
"Yeah. Yeah that's okay." For the second time that night, Jake's breath on your skin was the only thing consuming your mind.
He placed a kiss between your eyebrows, forcing all the tension out of them. He made his way down your nose, your jaw, and sloppily down your body until he reached your hips. Space was tight in the bunk, but he made it work.
When he reached the band of your pants, he looked up at you again through his eyelashes, pieces of hair sticking to his forehead. That sight alone could've had your head spinning for days.
"M'gonna take these off, okay?"
"Yes, Jake." You tried to keep your composure, but your impatience was still showing through in every strangled breath. He hooked his fingers around both layers at once and helped you shimmy them down to the bottom of the bed. He kicked them into the corner and turned his attention back to you.
"Good girl. Using her words," he kissed the prominent bone of your left hip, "being so sweet," and then the other.
His mouth left hot stripes down the crease of your thigh, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. When he arrived there, he let himself hover over you for a moment. You once again allowed your hands to take hold of his chestnut hair and begged him to get on with it.
"Enough, babe-"
You ate your words when his tongue began tracing a slow path up your center. It felt like all the air in your lungs disappeared and you were only breathing in Jake. His arms snuck up to wrap around your thighs and push you even closer to his face. As he did, his nose bumped right where you needed him most.
"Oh my god, Jake," you purred. He only chuckled into you. As he continued licking up the mess you'd already made for him, his thumb outlined circles at the widest part of your thigh.
"I can't believe- mmm," he moaned against you, "I can't believe this is all for me." He brought his hand back around to place a thumb on your clit.
"Always has been." With that, his ministrations paused.
"How long?" He looked up at you, his face glistening in the dim light.
"Months." You rolled your hips up towards him, needing him back where he was. His finger once again found you and continued making slow circles.
"Fuck. If I- months? I could've had months..." he spoke, muffled between your legs.
"We're here- oh my god," his thumb swiped over you just right. "We're here now." You gave one more tug on his hair before his tongue was at your entrance, begging to be let in. As his mouth began to work away at you, you realized you wouldn't last long. "Make me cum, Jake, please. With- right there..."
He kept at his patterns, gliding over you just right. It was a matter of seconds before your back was lifting off the shitty bunk mattress and up into his chest. "Jake, I'm-"
"I know, I know, baby," he soothed. "That's it."
His words, hot and breathy in your ear, were the final domino that sent you tumbling over the edge. You felt your release hit you and there was no stopping the sounds that slipped from your throat.
In awe, Jake was mesmerized. "Like an angel..." He worked you through the wave, slowing down and using less pressure as you neared the end of it.
When the feeling eventually dissipated, you came to and found Jake's forehead up by yours again.
"That was-" you started. "You have no idea how beautiful-" he began.
You pulled him down into you and pushed him off to the side until he was laying next to you. Kissing your way from his shoulder to his breastbone and up his neck, you swung your leg over his body and looked down at him.
A lovesick smile spread across his face and he licked his lips. You sat back on your thighs to catch your breath and allowed his hands to roam your sides once again.
"I can't believe you've been hiding yourself from me," he mused.
"Like I said. We're here now," you countered. You brushed the unruly hairs of his eyebrow with your thumb and brought him into a deep kiss while your other hand reached down to work on getting his boxers off. Even the brush of your palm over him had him sputtering groans into your mouth.
"Relax, baby."
He helped you slide them down his thighs and you kissed down his torso, stopping to give extra attention to his freckled shoulder. You could feel him much before you could see him, and when you did dare to look, your breath hitched. He noticed right away.
"God, don't do that," he groaned.
"Do what?" you asked, feigning a sick sort of innocence. Your hand brushed just along the side of his cock.
"Look at, fuck-" his hips instinctively jerked up towards you, "don't look at me all fucked out like that." To this, you giggled. As you went to take him fully into your hand, he reached down for your wrist.
"No, no, not tonight. I need to be inside you." Suddenly, he was flipping you over and had you pinned beneath him, right up against the wall of the bunk. "I'm gonna fucking, oh," he uttered as he ground down against you, "I'm gonna make you mine. Can I do that? Can I make you mine?" he pleaded.
"Already yours, Jake."
With that, he pushed himself gently inside of you, disappearing inch by inch. You both stuttered, your breath failing you, in awe of the way he was filling you up.
"Oh my- fuck," he looked back up into your eyes as soon as he was totally swallowed by your warmth. "Can I...?" he prompted, stalled out in you.
"Just, one second," you asked, allowing yourself to adapt to the pressure. "Oh. Okay." Once you had adjusted to his size, you instructed him, "Yes, Jakey, please move."
His hips began their slow rhythm, grinding up and into you with expertise. You were totally trapped in him, and you loved it. His hair fell down around you both and his arms created a cage around you. There was nothing but Jake.
Having already been worked up before you arrived, Jake was focusing intently on making the moment last as long as he could. "God- fucking... oh my god." He slowed his pace down, much to your dismay.
"No, please, I need you, faster please-"
"Mmm. Poor thing," he mused, taking in your desperation before him.
"I'm so close, please Jake," you begged, breathless, pulling him down by the neck.
"Fuck, sweet girl. " He skimmed the apple of your cheek with the lightest of touches and he continued his slow draw in and out of you. "I can't say no to you." You let out a sigh of relief, pushing up into him.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he begged. You whined in complaint. "Tell me, angel, and I'll give you heaven." He moved his lips right onto your ear. "Promise."
"So bad Jake. So, so bad," you gasped as he rutted into you mercilessly. "Fuck, you fill me up so good. I'm all fucking yours, please, I need it-" You could barely speak with how heavy your breathing became. His breath was heavy on your shoulder and all you could hear was the lewd sounds of your bodies connecting at their core.
"You don't have any fucking idea-" he groaned, rolling into you just right, "how pretty you are."
"So. fucking. pretty." Each part of his compliment pointed with a thrust of his hips.
"Jake it's, I'm-"
"Please, angel. I know, me too. I wanna feel you around me, please."
You dug your nails into his back as you let your second orgasm overtake you completely. Only, this time, you felt Jake right there alongside you. He throbbed inside of you, making your pleasure all the more drawn out. Jake's moans were being choked out of him as you rode through the end of your wave, emerging from a vision of white hot pleasure. You could feel his release threatening to drip out of you as he slowly pulled out and landed by your side.
The brief silence wasn't very silent at all, filled with mutterings and catching your breath. It wasn't until he turned over to you that he finally spoke.
"I'm, Y/N, that was..."
"Yeah."
You felt his hand slide up from your ass to your neck, where he gripped you gently. Using his hold, he drew you in for one more kiss. Languid and dripping in desire.
"I've been wanting to do that for God knows how long, sweetheart," he smirked. His pointer finger danced along the skin of your neck, tickling you ever so lightly. You brought your hand up to it and pressed a kiss to the pad of his finger.
"Me too, Jakey," you admitted.
His somehow even warmer eyes looked at you from the periphery.
"Mmm. 'Jakey,' huh?" he teased.
"Hey..." you felt a little bit of embarrassment creep back up and you turned to hide your face.
"No, no. I'm just teasing." He grabbed your chin so you'd face him again. "That's cute."
Once the two of you had calmed down, you suddenly remembered the whole reason you'd come out here in the first place.
"Fuck," you shot up, almost wacking your head on the ceiling of his bunk again.
"What, angel? Is everything-"
"Sam sent me to get you because some fancy business guy or something wanted to talk to you. It seemed important. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Fancy business guy, huh? I'm sure the other three can handle him." He grabbed your arm to pull you back down to him.
"No, Jake. Dammit." You searched the bottom of the mattress for your pants and slid them back on, not caring about the mess you'd have to clean up later. When you went to climb over Jake to get out of the bunk, he realized that you weren't going to be stopped.
You both managed to clean back up in record speed, stopping to glance in the galley mirror.
"Is this... okay?" you straightened out your collar.
"Babe." Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "We look fucked."
The both of you burst out laughing, nearly to tears, before he brought you into his arms.
--*--
When the two of you popped back into the party, it was nearly venue curfew. Josh was saying his goodbyes to some of the audio team, and Danny was still engrossed in conversation with one of the openers. Half-finished glasses were littered across all the high-tops and the music was getting softer. You could feel the night coming to a close.
As Jake drifted off to find his twin, Sam pulled you aside.
"I'll take it you found Jake, then?" he asked with a shit-eating grin.
Immediately your face turned hot and you tried making yourself as small as possible. "I- Yeah I found him, um..."
Sam lifted his hand. "Don't worry, Y/N. I took care of it."
"The fancy- but I thought... Jake-"
Sam gave himself away with a devious twitch of his mouth.
"You can thank me later, love."
--*--
Here is Not-Jake for a little visual. Woof.
Author's Note, Again: Congratulations. You made it through my first smutty writing. If it was terrible, it actually wasn't me who wrote it. It was Mackenzi. But if you liked it, awww. Thanks! It was all me! <333
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Hot Cocoa Kisses
Sam Kiszka x afab!reader
warnings: some scandalous touching but nothing too spicy mostly teasing. a lot of teasing. fluffy little winter fic. no use of "Y/N". kissing. used the word "girls" to refer to Rose and reader.
You and Sammy stood bundled up from head to toe as flurries of snowflakes gently drifted down from the slate-grey sky. The two of you watched Rose bolt around, causing chaos, trying to eat the flakes, and playing in the snow. As you watched her play, you giggled, your breath forming soft clouds in the frigid air while Sammy toggled with the settings of his film camera looped around his neck, readying to take a picture of Rose covered in snow.
“Rose! Looky here!” Sammy whistled, holding up her favorite ball in one hand and his camera up to his eye with the other.
Rose immediately stopped in her tracks, ears perking up and eyes locating the ball Sam held. A chorus of clicks ensued before Sammy threw the ball for her to retrieve.
“She looks like she’s got a beard with all that snow covering her face!” you giggled as you snuggled into Sam’s side.
“She’s a little gremlin, a snow gremlin…no, a snow monster!! She’s gonna get you!!” Sam stated, pulling you flush to his chest and tickling your side.
“She’s not a monster, Sammy!!” you yelped as he dug into your sides, “My Rose Bud is too sweet to be a monster!” you gasped dramatically.
“You’re right. She loves her humans too much to turn on us!” Sammy smiles down at you, placing a kiss on your chilly cheek. The sound of snow crunching caught both of your attention, as Rose began to dig a hole in the snow.
Abruptly, the wind picked up and whipped your hair around as the snow began to fall quicker and harder.
“I think it may be time to head inside, yeah?” you stated, pulling your scarf taught around your nose and mouth.
“I think so. Let’s get our snow monster inside.” Sammy agreed, whistling for Rose as the two of you trekked through the snow and up to the step of the cabin porch.
The three of you were staying in the quaint stone cabin Sammy had bought in the Blue Ridge Mountains as a little getaway from the hustle and bustle of Nashville and tour life. Sam, affectionately called the cabin “The Love Nest” because the both of you could escape and simply be together. After the second leg of the Starcatcher World Tour, Sammy decided you both needed some time away from the rest of the world. You packed up your things into the car and made the trip to the secluded cabin, nestled among the snowy pines and forest creatures.
As Sammy bolts the door closed, Rose shakes the snow off her fur and finds her bed by the fireplace.
“I need to get that thing going. I can’t have my girls freezing!” Sammy laughs as he shucks off his winter clothes and boots.
“I’m gonna make us some cocoa while you do that.” you say as you remove your layers too.
“Sounds great, baby.” Sammy smiles.
You enter the kitchen and gather everything you need: a saucepan from under the stove, two mugs from the top cupboard, the milk carton from the fridge, and the hot cocoa mix from the pantry. You get to work pouring the milk into the pan and clicking the stove top to life. As you stir the milk around the pan lost in your head, you feel Sam’s warm arms wrap around your waist and his chin rest in the crook between your shoulder and neck watching you work.
“How’s it going, lovebug?” Sam asks, placing a kiss just behind your ear.
“Hmm, well, now you’re distracting me. Gotta keep an eye on the pan.” you tease.
“Me? A distraction? No!” Sam antagonizes.
His hands slide under the hem of your long sleeve to draw circles with his thumbs against the skin of your stomach.
“Sammy, quit that tickles.” you gasp, squirming in his ever-tightening grip.
“Shh, watch the pan.” he instructs as his hands wander up higher to rest against your ribcage right under your breasts.
“Sam.” you whine.
“Hush.”
“Sammy!” you whine, getting his attention. “The milk is done, and it’s gonna burn if I don’t turn the heat off.�� you huff out, flustered.
“Oh…sorry, bug.”
“It’s fine. I just can’t focus on making us cocoa when you’re feeling me up,”
“I thought you liked it when I felt you up.” Sammy smirked, moving his hands down to rest at your waist.
“I do but not when I am freezing and trying to make us cocoa!” you huff rolling your eyes. “Can you grab me a spoon so I can add the mix?”
“On it!”
Sam shuffles over to the other side of the island and grabs a spoon from out of the as you pour the milk into both of your mugs. Handing over the spoon, you crack open the hot cocoa mix and scoop a generous amount into Sammy’s “World’s Best Dog Dad” mug and your ladybug mug that Sam got you for Valentine’s Day a year ago. After thoroughly mixing the powder into both mugs, you handed Sammy his and grabbed yours from the counter.
“Cheers!” Sammy said, clinking his mug against yours, making you chuckle and shake your head.
Taking a sip, your eyes fluttered and closed as the cocoa heated you from the inside out.
“Oh, this is good,” Sammy hummed in appreciation. “Let’s go enjoy it by the fireplace and get extra toasty.”
The two of you made your way into the living room, where the fire that Sam had so beautifully crafted was roaring in the fireplace. You sat your mug on the coffee table and then sat down on the big worn-in couch that Sam had thrifted when he bought the cabin.
“Here, make yourself comfy I need to go grab a snack from the kitchen. Do you want anything?” Sam asked, handing you two fluffy blankets.
“No thanks, I’m ok.” you smile, tucking the blanket over your legs.
“Okay.”
Sam disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve his snack, and you made yourself comfortable on the couch. Then, you grabbed your mug and took another drink from it. You peered over at Rose, who was watching you with attentive eyes from her dog bed next to the fireplace.
“Come here, girly,” you called, patting the space next to you on the couch. Rose jumped right out of her bed and onto the couch next to you, plopping her head in your lap. Sam returned to the living room with a bag of soft pretzel bites in one hand and his phone in the other.
“Who eats soft pretzels with hot cocoa?” you questioned as he sat beside you.
“Me, duh. It’s like a sweet and salty thing. It’s good.”
“I guess, but that’s weird Sammy.” you grimace.
“Whatever you say, bug.” “But who needs pretzels when I have you,” Sammy says, pulling at your leg to get you closer to him.
“Are you calling me salty?”
“Mmm, maybe.”
“Samuel Francis!”
“Oh, hush and get your ass over here.”
You shake your head and look down at Rose, who still has her head in your lap.
“Do you hear your Daddy, Rose?! How rude!” you pout, ignoring Sam to talk to the pit bull.
“If I apologized for calling you salty, would you come and sit closer to me?”
“Negative. Our daughter has already staked claim to her my lap, and by dog law, unfortunately, I cannot move; therefore, you’ll need to get your ass over here.” you reply, using his own words against you.
“Man, you really are salty, huh?”
Sammy sighs at your attitude but gives in. He shuffles closer to you, pulling his blanket and mug with him. He rests his head against your shoulder, reaching down to your lap to scratch Rose’s head. Peering over to the big glass floor-to-ceiling windows over your shoulder, the snow outside had picked up, the wind throwing snow around the air.
“Wow, look outside. Kinda looks like we're in a snow globe, and someone shook up our globe.” Sam chuckled, pointing to the window.
“Oh wow. It’s really pretty out there, but I’d much rather spectate from inside where it’s warm.”
“Me too, bug.” Sammy agrees, hooking his arm around your shoulder.
You lean into his embrace as you sip your cocoa and watch the snow fall from the sky, peace and tranquility taking over your body as you snuggle into Sam’s body and pet Rose’s head, lulling her to sleep.
“Thank you for this little getaway, for making the fire, and for keeping Rose and I warm,” you smile at him.
“And thank you for making the cocoa, my little chef.” Sammy smiles back, leaning down to kiss your lips and the cold tip of your nose.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, Sammy.”
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