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Sweet Talker - Sam Kiszka
A/N: Remember when I said it would be a crime not to write a voice kink Sam fic? Yeah. There’s not much of a plot here really, just filth. Only lightly edited! I love you all so, so much!
WARNINGS: 18+!! Fingering, teasing, lots of dirty talk, voice!kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex (be smart, be safe!!)
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Sam’s voice.
No matter how many times you hear it, it tears its way through your ears and shakes its way through your body in the most knee-buckling ways imaginable.
The slightly raspy, yet soft and almost nonchalant drawl of his words, never fails to send sweet, debilitating chills up your spine. And god, did he fucking know it, too. He notices everything, but particularly loves to clock the little things that turn you on.
When it’s just the two of you, his voice is much softer and quieter than it is when he’s with his brothers, or socializing with others.
While you adore his boisterous laugh and louder tone when he’s excited, that quietness that he seems to save specifically for you, is your favorite. Your weakness.
“What did you do while I was gone today, gorgeous?” Sam asks you quietly, while his hand strokes up and down your bare back softly.
You snuggle further into his bare chest, fingers gliding over his collarbone as you lay on top of him in your shared bed. The two of you lay this way often, partially -or sometimes fully- bare and just talking - Informing the other about the days events. Some days offering much more dramatic of tales than others do.
“Mmm…” You trail off into thought, thinking very little about what you’ve even done throughout the day, but more so the tingle Sam’s voice has just sent through your body and straight to your core. “I didn’t do all that much today, really…”
“That’s a cop out,” his lazy, raspy voice shoots the teasing observation at you, as he glances down at you with that goofy grin of his.
You’re quick to defend yourself. “It is not! I would just ra-“
“-Rather listen to me talk?” You can hear the smile in his voice, the second he cuts you off to finish your sentence for you. “Uh huh, I bet you would.”
A crimson blush paints over your cheeks. You’re incredibly thankful that you can bury your face away into his neck.
“You do this almost every night, doll,” Sam points out, tone smug and knowing. “One of these days, you’re gonna get sick of hearing me talk so much. Now c’mon, tell me about your day and I will tell you all about mine after.”
A faint huff slips through your nose. Of course you want to talk to him about your day…after you take care of the ache making home between your legs that he has caused.
“I spent some time editing some photos… those boudoir ones that I took a couple days ago,” you explain casually, going into as little detail as possible.
“Yeah?” Sam’s hand continues drawing lines up and down your spine - effectively fueling the fire inside of you. The lilt in his tone playfully urges you to continue. “I bet they look beautiful… You should get some done soon…”
You tilt your head to look at him, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I would love it,” he corrects with a light tap against your nose with his free hand. “The same way you would love a recording of me talking on a five hour loop.”
“That would depend on what you’re saying,” you shoot back, smiling. It doesn’t really matter what Sam was saying, his voice affects you, always. For the sake of guiding your little cuddle session in a different direction, though…
“Oh, really? So a professional recording of me talking about the weather, wouldn’t do anything for you?” Sam jests, bringing his opposite hand up to poke at your side.
“Sam,” you sigh, frustrated by his obvious stalling. He loves to make you wait and suffer and pine, just a little.
“What?” You feel him shrug against you, dropping his voice lower. “Would me telling you exactly how to touch yourself be better? Or me reciting all the praises I know you love so much?”
A shaky breath bursts out of you at that, a clear sign for Sam to continue. He isn’t exactly digging for any verbal answers just yet.
“Ohh, that struck a chord, didn’t it?”
And here he goes, right back to teasing you again.
Wrapping both arms around your body, he carefully flips the two of you over, so that you are laying beneath him.
“That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? For me to call you pretty and coo in your ear while you cum all over my hand?” He starts to place kisses along your jawline, working his way to the sensitive skin just below your ear. Slipping his hand in between your bodies, he just barely grazes his fingers over your heat, “Just… like… this…?”
Another whimper floats out of you just as Sam moves back up to join his lips with yours.
It’s a slow and sweet kiss at first, tricking you into believing Sam is going to give you exactly what you want, right away. His tongue pushes against yours gently, deepening the kiss and stealing all the air from your lungs until they’re burning and warming you to pull away. But you can’t bring yourself to pull away first.
Sam senses this and every few kisses, he slowly starts to pull away, making you chase after his mouth, wearing a smirk that grows with each of your impatient whimpers as he keeps his lips just out of your reach every time.
“What is it?” He questions knowingly, bringing his hand up to your jaw to keep you in place.
“Sam,” you’re fully pouting now, pushing against his grip in attempts to kiss him more. “You’re always being a tease.”
“Quit pouting.” He nudges your bottom lip with his thumb playfully. “You love it when I tease you. Don’t even try to act like you don’t.”
Sam is right and you know it. He knows you know it, too. You can’t fool him.
He takes your silence as victory, “Uh huh. See?”
The teasing, slightly condescending cadence to his tone sends you reeling all over again. His knowing smirk making your stomach twist with desire and excitement. As it always does.
You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips with all the strength you can muster.
Your lips meet not so gracefully at first, and you swallow down the low chuckle Sam emits before the kiss turns needy and quick in pace.
Sam’s hands start to feel around your body, gripping at your hips, your waist. A soft growl vibrates through his chest. The sound reminds you why you want to be in this position in the first place.
“Sammy…baby.” It comes out almost like a plea. You need to hear him.
“You’re such a needy thing,” Sam says, shaking his head.
“Not needy,” you protest. “Just wanna hear your voice.”
“I was gonna get there, if you would just be patient.” Sam chuckles, hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Can you do that? Be my sweet, patient, girl?”
All you do is shake your head ‘yes,’ but that’s not good enough for your Sammy. Not in the slightest.
He leans in, lips grazing yours with the formation of each of his words, “That just won’t do. I think you already know that, too. Speak up, princess. Spit it out.”
It’s low and raspy, the demand. You’ll do absolutely anything that his gravely, lust-drawn voice asks of you.
“I’ll be patient for you.” You give in right away. “I’ll be your good girl.”
“Yeah? You’ll be my good girl?” Sam questions, trailing his hand down from your throat to your chest, teasing and toying with your nipple.
“Yes, s-sir.” Your breath catches in your throat, your body warming rapidly as Sam continues to feel around your chest.
“You always are,” Sam sighs, his right hand traveling down your stomach, stopping just shy of your core. “You always listen so well and cum so pretty for me.”
Your hips raise to press harder against his splayed hand, the warmth of it only adding to your body’s excess of heat and need.
Sam leans in even closer, nudging your head to the side with his nose. His lips graze your ear, sending chills up your spine. All while his hand continues it’s decent between your legs.
“What is it, princess?” He notices the way your breath catches in your throat, the soft squeak of a whimper giving you away. He places a few kisses to the pulse point below your ear. “Your heart is racing. Did I get you all worked, sweet girl?”
“Sammy…” It’s a desperate plea, almost embarrassingly whiny - the way his name falls off your tongue.
“I know, I’m gonna make you feel good,” Sam assures you, sliding his middle finger through your folds, sighing as your arousal completely coats his finger. “Is this what my needy girl wanted? For me to talk to her and play with her sweet little cunt?”
A few slow circles over your clit is all it takes to pull a moan from you, making Sam’s lips curve up into a cocky smirk.
“There we go,” Sam starts, voice low and smooth. “There’s those pretty noises.”
Sam’s thumb replaces his middle finger, keeping the light pressure against your clit, knowing that it will drive you straight to an orgasm and fast. His middle and ring fingers slip inside you slowly, curling up into that sweet spot that he can do perfectly reach.
“Fuck, Sammy,” you cry, reaching up to grip at his bicep. “Right there, please…”
“Right where, princess? Here?” He punctuates the question with a firm curl of his fingers, holding the pressure for a few seconds until you begin to squirm beneath him.
“Oh god- Fuck, yes! Sammy, please!” Your breathing becomes even more labored, eyes screwing shut as you fall into overwhelming pleasure.
“Such a pretty girl,” Sam coos, smiling down at you. “I love when you whimper my name like that.”
“Keep talking, Sammy, please,” you beg him, head lulling back against the pillows.
“Keep talking?” Sam teases lightly, dropping his voice even lower. “You just love my voice, huh? Bet I could make you cum just by talking to you. What do you think, gorgeous?”
“I-“ You attempt to form a coherent sentence, but another wave of pleasure and moan stops you short. “P-probably.”
“Mmm, might have to test that out one night,” Sam hums, as if just voicing a casual thought out loud.
You feel Sam’s forehead press against yours, only serving to make you melt further into the sheets.
“Listen to me, baby doll,” Sam practically growls, although he knows he already has every bit of your attention. You force your eyes open to meet his. “You’re gonna cum right on my fingers and say my name nice and pretty when you do. Okay?”
“Y-yes, sir,” you answer him breathlessly, feeling yourself squeeze around his fingers, pulling them in even deeper. Oh, how your body reacts to him. Every. Time.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he praises, kissing down your cheek to your neck. “Let me have it, gorgeous. Please.”
It burns low in your stomach, your body’s internal scream for release. A few more pumps of his fingers and swirls of his thumb, throw you over the edge and into the raging waves of your high.
You feel it throughout your whole body, tensing and relaxing all the muscles in your body rapidly.
Your head spins as you come down, but Sam clearly isn’t ready to stop.
Your hand shoots down to wrap around his wrist, tugging at it in attempts to stop the overstimulation. “S-Sammy-“
“-Ah,” he cuts you off, pulling your hand away and flattening his hand out over your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart. “Baby doll thought I was done?”
A constant stream of whimpers huff out of you with short bursts of breath. You can feel your clit throbbing against Sam’s thumb, the overstimulation twisting into pleasure with the littlest hint of pain.
“You wanted me to talk to you all low and soft and pretty…” Sam taunts, moving with your squirming body, following every jerk. “And make you cum all over my fingers, but now you can’t take it? My little sensitive girl.”
The shudder that shakes through your body at his words, draws a low, raspy chuckle from Sam’s chest.
“Oh? Someone liked that, didn’t she?” Sam continues his relentless taunting, pulling his soaked fingers out to circle your clit.
Opening your mouth with the intention to answer him, all that manages to come out is a breathy whine. A noise so high pitched and desperate sounding, you might be the slightest bit embarrassed about it, when you think back on it later.
Sam’s lips curve up into a shit eating smirk, far too pleased at the sounds and reactions he’s pulling from you. And it’s so easy.
He leans in, mocking the airy, high pitched noise you just made, directly into your ear.
“F-fuck yo- u-oh, fuck,” you stutter, moaning and stumbling over your own words as Sam quickens the circles over your bundle of nerves. “
“Oh, fuck.” It’s parroted right back to you, his voice mimicking yours; sweet and needy.
Why the way he mocks you turns you on so much more, you aren’t exactly sure. You haven’t the brain power to ponder on it, yet, either.
That sweet and most welcomed burn reforms in the pits of your belly, just waiting for the perfect pass of Sam’s fingers to unravel and take over your whole body once again.
“I’m so close, Sammy,” you warn, gripping at the blanket beneath you with one hand and the pillow behind your head with your other. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop? Don’t stop what?” He knows exactly what you mean. “Don’t stop talking to you, or don’t stop pleasing this throbbing little clit?”
“Sammy…” It trots out of you through a whimper.
“Gonna make you cum one more time before I give it to you.” Sam says, as though it isn’t up for debate. And at this point, it isn’t. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Your back arches off the mattress, the pleasure finally taking over your body in a second orgasm.
“That’s right, gorgeous,” Sam practically groans. “Let it all go for me. My pretty, messy, princess. Absolutely fucking gorgeous when you cum for me like this.”
Sam’s lips are suddenly colliding with yours in a searing kiss, capturing all your little noises right in his mouth.
As soon as he feels your body start to jolt, he eases his skilled fingers from your clit, sliding them down through your wetness to bring up to his watering mouth.
“Jesus christ, you taste so fucking good.” Sam sinks your fingers in and out of his mouth, watching you watch him.
You’ve watched him do it before, but it never fails to completely wipe all coherent thoughts from your mind -no matter how many times you’ve seen him do it- to watch him be so filthy.
Dropping his hand from your mouth, he wraps it loosely around your neck, just barely squeezing as he leans down to reconnect your lips.
You can taste yourself all over his lips. It’s an addicting combination of your own release and the aftertastes of mint on his tongue. Creating a sweet, spicy, concoction out of the two of you. Fitting.
“Tell me, baby doll,” Sam calls gently for your attention. “You want me here again?” His fingers trace over your lips ever so lightly. “Or here?” His hand travels down your body, tracing over your folds with the same featherlight touch, before dipping down to gather more of your wetness and begin slowly stroking over your clit again.
Your body jolts and convulses on its own accord, making Sam laugh lowly at you and your bodies way of displaying its sensitivity.
“Awe, is it too much for you now, doll?” Sam teases, lips dragging over the center of your throat. “Has this poor little clit had enough?”
“Need you inside me.” You raise your hips, trying to press yourself against his cock, visibly straining against his sweatpants. “Fuck me, Sammy, please.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, when you beg that pretty.” Sam removes both hands from your body, tucking them into the hem of his boxers, shoving them down his legs hastily.
Taking himself in his hand, a shaky exhale flutters out of Sam. His eyes close, hair falling around his face as he continues to lose himself with each stroke of his own hand.
At last, he pulls himself back together and guides himself through your folds, letting out a deep, breathy, groan at the feeling of how wet you are.
“F-fuck,” Sam mutters, shakily trying to line himself up with your entrance.
Your jaw falls slack, as he pushes himself into you with a smooth thrust of his hips.
“Oh, m-my god…” Your words barely stutter out loud enough for Sam to hear.
Sam brings himself down above you, using one of his forearms to hold his body just above yours. His other hand slips up to tangle into your hair, tilting your head back against the pillows.
“Move, Sammy, please move.” Your voice is pathetic, dripping in desperation and submissiveness.
“What if I make you wait?” He questions slyly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “What if we stayed just like this and I just talk to you some more? Tell you how amazing you feel wrapped around my cock, until you cum all over it just from my words?”
“Sam, I swear to god…” You try to fight back, wanting nothing more than for him to just move and fuck you completely senseless.
“You clearly love the idea,” Sam points out. “And you love when I talk to you like this. I know that’s why you squirm every time I hold you close and say little things in your ear. Why do you think I’ve started doing that more often? You think I don’t notice how your breath catches when I say even the most mundane things right in your ear?”
“You’re right, I love it,” you say through a fresh wave of whimpers that are tearing through your throat and filling up the room. You’ll always soak up his praises like a plant starving for water.
“I fucking…love it…”
Sam tugs at your earlobe with his teeth. “You’re clenched so tight around me…I could cum in you right now.”
Now that…
That strikes a new nerve, causing you to arch your body into Sam’s followed by a noise reminiscent of a sob.
“Oh, fuck me…” Sam curses, fist tightening in your hair as you flutter around his already throbbing cock.
Unable to wait any longer, Sam begins to rock his hips, slowly dragging himself in and out of you. The burn of him stretching you out rips another unholy sound from your lungs - one that he accidentally mimics, but in a much deeper tone.
“My sweet baby doll, making me feel so good.” Sam picks up the speed and depth of his thrusts. “You love on my cock so well, don't you? You're always just so, so sweet to it."
Sam’s head falls against your shoulder, short huffs of uneven breaths hitting your neck and adding yet another sensation to the pile.
Your hands reach around his body, one tangling in his soft tresses, while the other claws it’s way down to the center of his back - surely leaving flaming red marks in its wake.
“Pull it,” he groans, tilting his head back ever so slightly, to ensure you know exactly want he means.
You oblige without missing a beat, tightening the hand tangled in his hair and tugging it firmly.
“Fuck, goddamn,” Sam sputters, delivering a particularly deep thrust into you, making you gasp and choke on the words you’re trying to form.
“What's that? You feeling good?” Sam fires questions at you breathlessly. Later you’ll probably wonder how he manages to stay together enough to form full, coherent sentences.
“You want to tell me about it? About how my cock is filling you up so good? How you can feel me here?" He lays his hand over your stomach, splayed out and applying the littlest bit of pressure.
You open your mouth to speak, babble some barely understandable praises and call out his name over and over again. Yet, nothing comes out. Your mouth simply hangs open, not even a hint of a sound coming forth from your lungs; they simply hold captive any air left within them as Sammy relentlessly fucks you.
“Tell me, baby, tell me how good it feels,” Sam smirks cockily, knowing full well that you can’t. “You can't even talk, huh? Am I fucking you speechless, doll face?"
“S-so close,” you gasp, both hands gripping at Sam’s shoulders now in hopes that you will stay anchored to earth.
“Are you? Tell me you’re gonna cum so pretty for me,” Sam demands, snaking his hand between your two bodies to rub hasty circles over your bundle of nerves. “Say it for me.”
It takes every part of your body to form the words for him. “I-I’m gonna cum s-so pretty for you, Sammy.”
“You want me to talk you through it? Huh?” Sam’s voice is dripping with sex, low and smooth as silk. “Yeah, I'm gonna talk you through it, baby."
A few more deep thrusts of his hips and passes of his calloused fingertips over your hyper sensitive clit, is all it takes to unravel you.
“Come on, cum for me, sweet girl. Cum for me.” Sam coaxes.
The way you clench around him, suffocating his cock, dragging him to his own high right behind you, has him sucking a long breath through his teeth before he can even speak.
“That’s it, baby doll. Fuck, there it is.” He’s hardly keeping it together above you, determined to work you through most of your orgasm before he allows himself to fall into his own. “That’s my good girl, so fucking pretty making a mess all over me. My gorgeous, messy, baby doll.”
You can hear him, faintly, as you ride out your seemingly never ending climax. And God, do you love when he calls you ‘baby doll.’
Just as you start to come down, Sam’s thrust become sloppy and sporadic, signaling that he’s reached his own high.
“Where do-“
You cut him off before he even finishes his sentence. “-Inside me. Let me have it, please, pretty boy.”
“Oh, fuck…” he draws the word out, rough and airy. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“
His hips rock into lazily a few more times, the obscene sounds of both of your releases, bouncing off the four walls of your room.
“How the fuck does this manage to happen every night,” Sam huffs jokingly, slowly pulling out and collapsing beside you, still fighting to catch his breath.
“It might not if your voice wasn’t always dripping with sex appeal every time you open your mouth,” you jest right back.
“What?” Sam gasps, feigning shock, but fighting back a smile. “So you only fuck me for my voice? How low of you, doll.”
“You’re right,” you admit, grinning at him. “I don’t just fuck you for your voice… I also fuck you for your pretty face.”
Sam wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you into him with a pleased smile. “Mm. That’s fair enough, I do have a pretty face.”
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Stroke Me
Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader | Rated Explicit | Words: 6.3k
Warnings: Language, smut, handjobs, edging, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, m. sub kinda
Summary: Danny comes home from tour with a newfound kink and finally gets the chance to try it out with you.
Author's Note: Uhh...so, about a month and a half after I said I would have this to you guys...ta da?
18+ / MINORS DNI
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The domestic bliss of ‘just home from tour’ was one of the only good things about Danny being gone for so long, so often. Sure, you were grateful that he was doing what he loved with people he loved. Yes, it was cool that he got to see the world and then play for more people who loved him.
But when you were stuck at home at night, unable to call him because of time differences and so, so lonely, you found yourself thinking of days and nights exactly like this one.
You had both woken with the sun, no alarms, and had breakfast in your pajamas. After that? You’d put on a record and cleaned the house up a bit, then spent the rest of the day doing nothing at all, with nowhere to be, no one to talk to about band stuff, and no distractions from simply existing in the same space again.
Now, showered and ready for bed again, Danny approached you from behind as you were shutting a dresser drawer, his strong arms tightening around you as he gently swayed you to an inaudible rhythm. Smiling as you overlaid your hands with his, you willfully relaxed back, turning your head into him to take a deep breath. “Hey, handsome.”
This part of existing in the same space again was another blessing. On most of those lonely nights, you simply wished for him to be there to hold you, for his weight to create the familiar dip in the mattress that, when absent, made you feel like you were sleeping off-kilter. But on some nights…just being in the same time zone to hear his voice rumble through the line and talk you through your loneliness would have been enough.
“Hello, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, holding you flush against him.
You were so close that you felt the slight tension in his abdomen that he held when he was a little nervous about something. Squeezing him where you held his forearms, you craned your head to look at him softly. “Is everything alright?”
He didn’t hesitate before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, I was just– I was wondering if maybe you’d be up to try something a little different tonight.”
Already assuming that he meant in bed, all of the filthy possibilities that sprang up in your mind dried your throat out and redistributed the wetness to another part of your body. Nodding enthusiastically, you turned around, cupping Danny’s jaw in your hands as you smiled and teased, “Of course, baby. But, I have to know…my dirty boy didn’t make the TSA agents rummage through chains and whips, did he?”
Danny rolled his eyes playfully, clicking his tongue as he answered, “Damn, you caught me. I knew the rattling in my suitcase would give me away when I got home.”
You laughed and leaned in to kiss him, your lips lingering much longer than you had intended them to. By the time you took them back, Danny’s wide palms were already splayed against your back and inching underneath your pajama top, which you had been fully aware would be taken off immediately when you’d slipped it on, but the act of undressing each other in these early homestay days never got old. “Well, with the way I attacked you as soon as you’d set foot in the doorframe, you could have had a siren going off in there and I wouldn’t have noticed.”
Danny nipped at your cheekbone and led you back towards the bed. “It’s an attack I’ll never grow tired of, believe me.”
Letting Danny scoot you both up towards the bed frame, you trailed a fingertip through the thatch of chest hair he’d been growing, thinking about moving to straddle him fully but deciding the muscle of his thigh was a very nice pressure point for you. “Well, if it’s not chains and whips, what is this new thing, then? You’ve got my full attention.”
“Um…” Danny seemed to grow bashful for a second, and he fiddled with the waistband of your sleep shorts to avoid looking at you. “It’s just something that I– I dunno, found out that I really like this past tour.”
You raised your brows, running through anything glaringly obvious but coming up with nothing, because you’d already watched him jerk himself off (many times, with the help of FaceTime for when you were several states away from each other), and you knew he hadn’t cheated on you. The only other thought that came to mind was anal play, and while the two of you had discussed it before, it wasn’t something he would have begun to experiment with on his own.
“You’ve stumped me.”
Danny put his hand to your hips and used his tour muscle to drag your center up the meat of his thigh and then off. “I’ll show you,” he decided. “Come on– clothes off.”
Giggling at his inability to voice his newfound kink, you did as he said, taking off your own clothes this time and biting your lip when you found Danny laid bare before you after your shirt was gone. The man was far too pretty for his own good, and every time he allowed you to see him like this, you fell more in love.
“My god, you’re sexy,” you whistled appreciatively, and Danny cracked a grin as he pawed your ass.
“Takes one to know one.” Both of you huffed out a laugh at your cheesy banter, but you soon fell serious as Danny took himself in hand, captivating your full attention. After a few seconds, he met your eyes briefly. “You wanna come and get me wet, pretty baby?” he sighed, his words firmly setting the mood as he tilted his head back to rest on the headboard and he tugged his cock slowly, still dry and frictious.
“Anything for you.” Instead of reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer, you stroked the creases of his hips and centered yourself so that you had a bird’s-eye view of his movement before allowing some saliva to drip down.
Bullseye.
Danny hummed gratefully and worked it under his palm, stroking himself to full-mast quickly. Waiting for further direction, you let him touch himself quietly, the slicker sounds of his precum introduced soon after he worked up a firm tug, the skin of his cock pulling with each stroke of his hand.
“This is what I did,” he said tightly, one leg twitching as he picked up his pace. You began to wonder what this new thing was, but even just watching while he was within your reach was enough to make you reach down and stick your thumb out so that you could grind your clit against it subtly, not wanting to distract Danny from whatever he wanted to do. “Every night, Y/N, I couldn’t help but think about you. I thought I’d be blind by the end of tour.”
You let out a breathless chuckle, trying not to imagine your boyfriend masturbating furiously over the tour bus toilet under the guise of a nightly piss so that the others wouldn’t have to hear anything. He’d admitted before that all four boys knew in the back of their heads that the others were doing the five-finger shuffle on the bus every so often – if only because they themselves were, too – but they’d all chosen to invest in higher-quality privacy curtains that blocked out more noise and had agreed early on that the bluetooth speaker playing sleep sounds stayed on all night for courtesy’s sake.
“Well, we already know that it’s true when they say your other senses heighten when one is taken away. Imagine the fun we could have if you did,” you rasped, unable to keep your eyes off the way his tip peeked through the hole at the top of his fist, his head wet and shiny. In no world were blowjobs the most enticing thing in the world, but Danny somehow made your mouth water every time like a Pavlovian dog.
At this point, you were getting ready to push his hand aside and have your way with him, not willing to wait until he recovered, because that was the direction he was aiming for– at least, from what his body was telling you– but as soon as you decided ‘too much, I need to touch,’ Danny abruptly let himself go and flattened his palm out on the mattress as his toes curled and thighs flexed.
“Oh god,” he hissed, voice cracking as his eyes fluttered closed. The way his dick was jumping said that just a little bit more would have pushed him over the edge, and you were only too happy to get him there. You’d have to specify later what was so new about this, but right now, you had laser focus on your boyfriend’s hard cock, honing in and intending to hear him cry out your name. But, as your hand was reaching for him, Danny peeled his eyes open and caught your wrist, preventing you from obtaining your prize. “No! Wait, wait, if you touch me, I’ll cum.”
You cocked a brow at him and hesitantly shuffled forward. “Yeah, I know. Did…you want to cum inside of me or something?” That could have been what he was talking about, since it was something you’d only just begun letting him do more now that you were on a new form of birth control.
But he shook his head again, even as his dick twitched at the offer. “No. I don’t…want to cum yet. I actually wanna do it again.”
Finally, it clicked, and you could have kicked yourself for being so oblivious. Edging. He’d figured out that he liked to edge himself on tour.
You met his eyes, heavy with his lust and now with yours as well, and you knew that he could see the understanding. With a big breath at your silent, encouraging nod, Danny took himself back in hand and started to pump once more.
“Here, let me make it a little easier.” As you leaned forward as you had before, you slid your hands further up his thighs, so close to his groin that his right hand hit your wrist on every downstroke.
He groaned as your spit hit the head of his cock again. “Thanks, baby,” he croaked.
While you were sorely tempted to join him and begin touching yourself, you wanted this to be about him, since Danny obviously had an idea of how he wanted the night to go down. So, you stayed glued to him, but let him direct the scene, which was all entirely fine by you. That meant you were free to appreciate him – the way he blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep his eyes open, the way he took in sharp breaths when he began climbing up the ledge again, the scrunch of his knee, as if his entire body was trying to protect itself from the impending denial.
It was less abrupt this time. Danny didn’t seem to be at his peak when he stopped stroking himself, but he gulped and fixed you with his eyes, pupils so dark and dilated that you felt the call of the void to fall into them and never come out. “Want a turn?” he rumbled, voice deep and gritty with arousal.
“Hell yes,” you answered quickly, moving in to kiss him fervently before scooting in closer and placing a hand high on his thigh, scraping lightly with your nails and watching him shudder beneath your touch. “I’ve done this enough that I have faith in my ability to know when you’re close,” you told him with a small smile as you laid out your plan for Danny’s approval. You wanted him to have the greatest edging experience of his life, if that was what he wanted – he deserved everything, and you were willing to spoil him often because he did the same to you. “But do you still want to be the one to tell me when to stop? Think you can handle that?”
Danny groaned lowly, squeezing his eyes shut to ward off any premature notions his body might have entertained at the thought that this was real and happening and it was you doing it instead of himself. At least, that’s what you assumed, because you were feeling the exact same way.
“Yeah, I think I can do that,” he agreed breathlessly. “You can go ahead and start touching me; I’m good for now.”
God, that was an understatement. He was phenomenal. Hard and thick in your hand when you gave him one last kiss and then wrapped your fingers around him, his pronounced ridge glided along your palm as you stroked him – up, down, up, twist, thumb across his slit. Danny looked so serene as you pumped his cock in your hand, his fingers flexing against the sheets and his ragged breaths the only indicators that you were jerking him off until you leaned closer to him, running your fingers up his midsection and chest lovingly.
You hummed, feeling warm skin, tense muscle, and eventually goosebumps as you stroked across his shoulder and down his arm. The double, rather paradoxical sensations sent Danny’s hips careening in your touch, the tip of his dick peeking from the space in your fist, which was drying out at an alarming rate, and with such a dry mouth as you had, you didn’t have much spit left to give.
“Baby,” you said softly, loosening up your grip, “I’m gonna grab the lube, okay?”
Danny nodded, watching you stretch to the nightstand drawer to retrieve the tube you two kept there. As you slicked your fist up with the substance, he lazily ran his thumb up his cock, stroking lightly just underneath the head.
You tilted your head as you used one hand to stabilize yourself and help get you back to your spot at his side, where he took his hand away so that you could give him a quick stroke up to coat his skin. “How did you figure out you like this?” you asked softly, a small quirk of your lips playing at the corners of your mouth as he reacted to your subtle start – a harder, faster pace than you’d previously been stroking him with.
Danny’s jaw twitched, but you watched as he consciously relaxed most of his body. “I told you – felt like I was jerking off more nights than not, and then, one night, I just…didn’t want to stop thinking about you. Every night that I thought about you while I got myself off, I didn’t want to stop,” he sighed, gently rolling his hips into you again. With the way his dick kept twitching and leaking every so often, you were anticipating his breathy, ‘stop,’ any second now. “Just when I thought I was getting to the good part of the fantasy, you’d do something even better, and I didn’t want it to end.” His voice was strained and his words were fast, as if he were trying to squeeze them out before a timer went off and his window to tell you evaporated.
Keeping the pace up, you bent down to roll your tongue over his nipple before looking up at him. “Am I doing ‘fantasy me’ justice?”
Instead of using his words, Danny’s stomach clenched and he shot up, tightly grabbing your wrist and halting all movement as his face screwed up and he fought with his own body not to fuck into your hand again. “Yes! Yes, I– shit–shit, I was…that was close,” he said tightly, trying to reign himself in.
You knew that, and you’d have taken him across the finish line if he hadn’t backtracked right at the last moment.
Once your hand was a safe distance away from him, Danny flopped back onto the pillows and blew out a shaky breath. “I don’t think I have enough imagination to think up a fantasy that could be better than having you here,” he said, taking your non-lubed up hand in his.
You snorted gently, blushing in the low light of the lamps, but still affectionately said, “You big cheeseball.”
Mesmerized with the way his stomach tensed and his chest heaved with his little chuckle, you put your mouth to his skin and hummed all the way up his throat, finally able to mark it up without him texting you that the makeup team harumphed at him again because of it. Danny quickly pulled your mouth to his, drinking from you desperately, and fumbled for your hand, wrapping his around when he found it, and brought both of you back to his cock, apparently already rearing to be touched once more.
“Together this time,” he murmured against your lips.
To you, there was no losing, no matter which way you did it. But this way, you still felt the warm, velvety skin of his dick in your hand along with his own firm palm guiding you up and down again all while trading wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses and listening to Danny’s breath hitch and catch. It was an interesting change – it faintly registered in your foggy mind that feeling Danny’s own pace and rhythm was a learning opportunity, but you were far too distracted to actually learn anything.
Even under his complementary grip, you had your free will to do anything you wanted, and you took advantage of that after a few minutes, tightening your grip and making his thighs contract unconsciously as you pulled at him for one rough stroke.
“God, baby,” he hissed between clenched teeth, brows pulled in and eyes shut tight at your rough handling of precious goods. “Oh fuck…fuck, Y/N, you gotta warn me next time.”
“Mm. I know you can take it, don’t lie to me,” you teased. You had an intimate knowledge of Danny’s kinks and limits, including that he liked it just a tad bit rough sometimes, and you highly suspected the only reason he was chastising you was because he didn’t want the game to be over quite yet.
He let out what was more of a wheeze as you kept pumping your hand up and down his cock, still steadily leaking as he got closer. You switched to a flat-handed rub that allowed your fingertips to trace and tickle the sensitive skin of his balls, and he was soon squirming and kicking, pushing shakily at your hand. “Stop! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna– I’m…” his babble petered out into a low, tortured groan as you gave him reprieve from your touch, and he was left with nothing.
“Do you want to keep going?” you asked softly, wanting to check in on how he was feeling. He looked painfully hard right now, and you’d never seen his cock move so much on its own, jumping around on his stomach and leaving sticky trails of lube and precum that dotted the neat line of hair there. The rest of his body was rather shiny, as well, a light sheen of sweat reflecting dully in the lamplight and making him glow beautifully.
This was hot – so hot – but the last thing you wanted to do was push him past his limits. Sadism wasn’t something you were particularly keen on, and the way his hand shook slightly as he groped for any part of your body that he could reach sure began to feel like it. You were hungry for his release – salivating over it now that it was being denied.
Danny finally caught your forearm, and stroked his thumb across it just to feel your skin under his. “Fuck, yes. This is the hottest thing and I’m not quite done with it yet,” he promised, both to you and himself. “Slowly now.” At his command, you returned your hand to his dick, but you only glided down his shaft once before he tensed and flinched away. “Wait–” You stopped in your tracks and shifted your eyes from your hand to his eyes, brows raised expectantly. He sluggishly blinked his own open and sheepishly huffed, “My bad, I…wasn’t as ready as I thought I was.”
His admission made you clench, mind wandering to what would have happened if you would have kept stroking him once, twice, three more times before you registered his time-out – the way his eyes would have scrunched shut, and his tongue would have peeked out from between his teeth, and his hips would have bucked, your name on his lips between each desperate, choked moan as he came, hot and viscous, across your hand and himself because he couldn’t stop it–
“Okay, I think I’m ready this time. Slow. Very slow.”
Realizing that you’d been staring blankly at his lips while you got ahead of yourself, Danny’s words shook you out of the daydream, returning you to the present where Danny was waiting for you to lavish him with attention again.
“Like this?” you asked demurely, teasingly dragging your fingertips up his shaft at a snail’s pace. Danny’s expression twitched, and you could feel a twitch from his dick that echoed it. “This slow enough? Light enough? Come on, Danny, tell me how you want it,” you implored, wanting him to lose it – you wanted him to grip your hand and keep it there as he fucked into your fist to completion, wanted him to bat it out of the way so that he could sloppily finish himself off, wanted him to beg you to bring him past his peak or take it forcefully.
Danny took a deep, grounding breath, and recollected himself despite your instigations, though, and met your heavy gaze with his own. How he was coherent at this point, you weren’t sure – had it been you in his situation, you were certain that you’d have been begging for release before this point, but…perhaps that was a hypothesis to be explored later.
“You want me to tell you? I thought you said you’d know,” he answered languidly, still fighting to retain his composure just as he was fighting to retain his pleasure. “But I can, if that’s what you want.” He hummed and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, tugging you down for another deep kiss before lowly murmuring into your ear, “God knows you’ve entertained me enough tonight. Don’t move your hand until I tell you to, this time. You can have your power back after that, you megalomaniac.”
The tables had flipped so suddenly, but it didn’t stop you from wiggling down to place a quick kiss on his sternum, looking up at him from behind your lashes and saying, “You go on tour with the Kiszkas and come back a thesaurus, huh?”
Danny quirked his lips up lightly, but he wasn’t about to let the moment fade. “Worry about that later; wrap that pretty little fist around me now, Y/N. I can only take so much teasing.”
His double-entendre would have made you laugh if you weren’t busy doing what he said, wondering if he would really let you take over completely the next time. All you had to do was edge him once more, and then you might have a shot at your prize. “My apologies,” you murmured, “let me make it up to you.”
Danny settled back into the cushions and watched you wait. “Thank you,” he said, cheek present even under the thick layer of gritty lust and desire. “Now be a good girl and stroke me.”
“Of course, rockstar.” You gave him one pump up to the tip of his cock, and then a twist back down, but that was all. Danny’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Stroke.”
Again, the same way. You saw his hips twitch and gave him another stroke without prompt, but he peeked his eyes open to glare at you, so you swallowed your smile and let your hand rest loose at his base.
“Stroke.” This time, you revisited that proclivity for a bit of rough treatment, and squeezed a bit harder when your fist enclosed his tip, and he grunted as you backed off and went back down to sit and wait. “Again, Y/N– just like that...uh-huh.”
His pleasure came out in a hiccup as you gave him another tight stroke and then squeezed lightly at his base, feeling his balls contract against your pinkie.
“Stroke.”
His voice was constricted, and you could tell he wanted more. It must have been hell, creeping along like he was and only getting one stroke at a time – it certainly made you reconsider whether sadism and masochism had a place in your bedroom if Danny really liked it this much. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and desperation as you gave him another stroke, and as you brought your hand back down his shaft, he bucked up into your grasp and stilled as another bead of precum appeared at his tip.
You thought that would be it, but apparently, Danny was looking to push his boundaries this time. “Stroke.”
Half-expecting him to erupt in your hand, you did as you were told, and Danny just about nearly whimpered at your touch .
“Stop,” he said, his voice not as strong this time and quivering slightly at the end.
It wouldn’t be long now. Each time, his recovery period had been getting longer and the time your hand actually spent on his dick, shorter. He was approaching his orgasm faster and faster, as if his body was revolting against the treatment and attempting to overthrow his wishes, and you were confident that he would willingly go over the edge this time.
His heart was nearly beating out of his chest when you placed your palm to it a minute later, and you knocked your forehead against his, as sweaty as he was. “About done, or do you wanna take it further?” He swallowed harshly and hesitated, and your own heartbeat picked up in excitement.
“Couple more.”
You kissed him and began dragging your body down his. “I’m gonna use my mouth this time. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”
Danny chased your lips and watched heavily as you settled between his legs, adoration shining in his gaze. “I can handle you. Give me your worst.”
With a smirk at his challenge, you gently pulled the skin of his balls between your lips, laving your tongue over the area before letting it pop out. You followed the move with a quick shot upwards, sucking your boyfriend’s cock down in one fell swoop.
Danny hissed above you, big hand coming to rest on the back of your head as you bobbed, fast and mercilessly. “Fuck me, I knew I shouldn’t have – ah– said that,” he grunted, gently taking your head between his palms in a silent request. You slowed to a stop, acquiescing to his desire, and he braced himself on the bed before gently fucking himself into your mouth, breathing heavily and letting a stream of curses and praises tumble from his mouth with every exhale.
“Goddamn, baby– you’re so, so good to me. Such a good girl for me and– ah…got the best fucking mouth I’ve ever had–” He twitched violently between your lips, so hard it engaged your gag reflex, and he quickly pulled you off of him.
Your eyes were still watering as you watched him clutch his spit-shined erection in his hand with a vice grip, trying to simulate a cock-ring to not allow himself to cum just yet – but he had to be close to breaking.
“Jesus Christ, Danny,�� you panted, leaning over his groin to avoid hitting anything too volatile. You took his other hand and shoved it between your legs, pressing his fingers through the mess there without regard to how his body would react. He groaned shakily and tightened his grip on his cock even more, sinking two fingers into you since they were already there. “Your resolve is unreal.”
He looked at you with hooded, hazy eyes, distractedly glancing down to where he was drawing out explicitly wet noises from you. “Not anymore. Take me all the way, baby.”
Your chest swelled with euphoria with his permission and you kissed him, dragging your tongue across his for a second before pulling away. “I was starting to think that I was going to spontaneously finish before you would let yourself cum..”
“Yeah?” Danny asked, crooking his fingers inside of you to make sure you knew that if you were going to cum, it wouldn’t be spontaneous. “You need some lovin’ too, pretty baby, don’t ya?” He bit his lip and guided his hand with you when you straddled his legs so that they could remain tucking inside, not knowing what you were going to finish him off with. “What about this? Think you might wanna be next?” His words were lazy and he was leaving off parts of his sentences in favor of taking deep breaths.
Your teeth clamped together to hold back a rather embarrassing mewl as his thumb danced around your clit lightly, tickling it just enough to have your hips chasing after his touch but not enough to give you any real relief. It just pushed you higher, made you wetter, and gave you more reason to make Danny cum within an inch of his sanity now.
Gripping his wrist and pulling away from his torturous touch, you guided it up to his mouth where he slipped his two fingers between his lips. “Like it?” Danny gazed expectantly at you as he sucked harshly on your digits, making sure they were all clean when you pulled them away. “God, rockstar, I can’t believe we never tried this sooner.”
Danny’s cock twitched against his stomach, and you had to stop yourself from answering its call. Looking back to Danny’s face, he had his gaze fixated on you, eyelids fluttering yet trained on you still. “You or me?”
“Both,” you answered lowly. “I think you’d have fun torturing me like this.”
Danny closed his eyes and let out a breathy grunt, deep from the back of his throat. “Then that makes two of us.”
That, however, was a discussion for another night. Right now, you had a different mission, and you slid your hand down the expanse of his heaving chest and stomach, your thumb grazing the line of his oblique that led down to your prize before taking him lightly in hand and rubbing a thumb just underneath the head to watch him tense up and squirm. “How do you wanna cum, Danny? This is your night.”
He wasted no time in answering, having already known what he wanted. “I want you to choose. Surprise me.”
You bit your lip, mulling over the options you had at hand. Quite literally, since Danny had gingerly relinquished his cock to your mercy. You could watch him as you brought him to the edge with your hand but, this time, take him over. Or, you could pin his hips to the bed and tell him not to move this time while you tasted his relief. Maybe he’d appreciate being nestled between your lips, helping you grind on him like you were teenagers until he made a mess all over your belly and his.
You wanted to do it all. God, you wanted to, but the last remaining option was just too damn tempting with how your body wept to be filled. “It might be fun,” you murmured, mostly to yourself as you slid up into his lap and listened to Danny gasp as your wet cunt finally came into contact with his dick, “wouldn’t take much at all, actually, to line you up, slide you in nice and slow, snug and safe inside of me, if only for a second…”
“Y/N,” Danny bleated, his cock quickly becoming wetter with his precum, a sure sign of impending release. He never said anything else, though, and you wondered if he knew whether he was begging for release or begging you to not to make him cum just like this, sitting so close to your body, where he desperately wanted to take his relief.
“I could watch you fall apart like that,” you said, snapping your fingers as you gripped the base of his dick in your hand. Your pinky was able to reach down and stroke the side of his balls, and you swallowed heavily, another wave of arousal making you even wetter as you felt just how firm and heavy they were.
He was so damn close, and holding the power was once again making you reconsider your thoughts on sadism of the pleasurable kind.
Just to heighten the anticipation, you lifted your leg over one of his and took your weight off of his hips, instead opting to press your core to the meat of his thigh and begin to ride it like you would his cock. Immediately, his hand found your hip, pushing and pulling in tandem to get you a better rhythm. “I could straddle you,” you whispered in his ear, finding pleasure in the friction to your clit. “Get you nice and wet, then warm you up. And you could cum inside me. Do you want to cum like that?”
Danny let out a broken moan. “Yes, Y/N, please. I can’t– my brain is barely functioning right now, I need to cum.”
Just talking about it made your pussy ache. Like a phantom with Danny’s cock had come up behind you, you could practically feel the stretch, the shared warmth between the two of you, the dull pressure of your walls attempting to close around him and keep him there forever.
You fished for his hand on your hip and led it down to where you were furiously getting off on your previous choice of skin and placed his fingers just where you needed them, using him to climb up to your own peak while holding Danny steady in your hand. You did want to cum together. But you were going to need a little bit of help to get as close as you knew he was.
“Atta girl,” Danny praised, voice shaky and soft, yet uncomplaining about his own denial. “Use me however you want to. Just– fuck, baby, just make me cum with you.”
“Close your eyes, then,” you huffed, becoming out of breath from the work you were putting in. After months away, physical sex was much more tiring than using your toys, but you and Danny were training hard to increase your stamina. Hard and often, these days.
He did as you asked, and right as you felt like everything balled up inside of you was going to explode, you made good on your words and threw your other leg over him, not giving any warning before you sank down on him and continued your ride with just as much intensity, pace unfaltering even as he cried out in surprise and fucked up into you.
Danny’s eyes flew open, and you whined pitifully as his body took over at the sudden constriction of heat and wetness, bruising your hips in his grip and using his planted feet to crush your hips together each time you came down.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god– fuck!” he yelled, head thrown back into the pillows as his back arched and he held you down with all of the strength left in his body, making sure you wouldn’t get away as he pumped himself once more into you.
You felt it all – the warmth flooding into your body, each burst seeming like it would never end; you’d be just as happy watching Danny’s face contort as it was forever, but your own orgasm took precedence over keeping your eyes open enough to see the show. “Danny, Danny–” His name was cut off by mewls and yips and a case of the shakes that slapped your thighs against his as your muscles contracted and milked Danny for all he was worth.
When all was said and done, and you were still poised on locked elbows looming over Danny as he soothingly ran his hands over the curves of your hips and waist and belly as you both caught your breath in relative silence, breathing soft nothings into the space between you.
“I love you.”
“So good to me.”
“You’re incredible.”
“I’m so glad you’re home so that we could do that in person,” you whispered into his neck, having finally lowered yourself for more skin contact.
Danny tightened his arms, wrapped and tangled like tentacles around you. “I’m glad that I am, too,” he whispered back into your hair. “It’s my favorite place to be. Right here.”
You giggled. “Inside of me?”
His lips curved up against your temple and one of his hands reached down to grope your ass, unintentionally pushing you against him where he was still buried. “I mean…that too. Let me be romantic, will you?”
Sighing contentedly, you brought your hand up to the back of his head, gently rubbing a spot at the base of his skull that you knew made him purr like a kitten. You just wanted your hands on him, keeping him within your reach now that you could have him there.
“Alright, alright.” Knowing that he needed it too, you shifted to allow your hand to join your other at the back of his head, gazing lovingly down at him. He had hooded eyes, belying his sleepiness, but it didn’t stop him from smiling up at you softly, humming when you gave him an eskimo kiss before resting your forehead against his. “You’re my favorite place, too, you know,” you said, just in case he needed to be reminded again. “And I’m really, really, glad that you’re home.”
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Kill You To Try- Jake Kiszka
Summary: Will you and Jake ever be able to see eye to eye? Being pining idiots and hating each others guts don’t mix. Let’s find out the hard way then.
Genre: Childhood best friends- enemies- lovers. Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Jake is an asshole. Jealousy and Drinking.
A/N: This is my second favorite thing i’ve ever written. I apologize for my lack of Jake fics, considering I stay in Jake lane 24/7. I’ve been working on this for a couple of weeks and it’s not perfect by any means. I love to hear feedback so please let me know or if you want a part two to this also!! Thank you for all your patience and support<3333
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Jake has never been jealous of Josh’s relationship with you, well that was until he saw the two of you dancing. Something about the way Josh’s hands caressed the small of your back, made his chest ache in resentment.
That’s where his dislike for you starts. Well, maybe not dislike but irritation at least.
Jake has known you since the 5th grade. You used to run around the playground, picking flowers for each and every one of your classmates. Jake had fallen and scratched up his knee, sniffles sounding out. Feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, he turns around to find you smiling down at him.
“Are you okay?” you peer down at him.
“My knee hurts.”
Handing him the prettiest flower out of your bouquet, “Here this should make you feel better.” Jake admires your toothless grin from below, already feeling much better. It didn’t take much longer after that for him to decide to keep you around.
Jake and Josh were a package deal so being best friends with Josh was inevitable. Growing up, you always found that Josh matched your energy to-a-tee. He was your best friend, the one that always knew how to make you laugh. But, Jake was different. Jake felt like your home, your safe place.
That was until he started acting like an asshole out of nowhere. One day you were fine, the next day you weren’t.
It hurt like hell. There’s truly no way to describe losing your better half, other than heartbreak. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad, if you weren’t utterly in love with him.
As the years go by, Jake continues his relentless cycle of torture. The snide comments or blatant disrespect, never compared to the pain of him ignoring you. Josh was dumbfounded at Jake’s behavior toward you. He could have sworn Jake was in love with you, but it’s not the first time Jake has surprised him. Josh was tired of constantly calling Jake out on his shit. He understood if Jake just didn’t get along with you anymore, but the disrespect was uncalled for.
Over time, you got used to Jake’s nasty behavior and decided to not let it bother you. If he was going to act like a child then so be it, you would be the mature one.
The boy’s music career had shot up since high school, which meant less time spent together and more time touring the world. Saying your goodbyes was hard, but was inevitable. In the meantime, your life would live on in Michigan, while theirs roamed the world.
Life caught up with all of you, which meant less phone calls and no time for visits. Josh kept his promise when he said he would call once a week. He loved giving you every detail of tour since you couldn’t be there. You had been with them since before they even decided to be a band, so not having you around was weird for all of them, even Jake.
After being away for a year, the tour has finally come to an end. Sam being Sam decides to throw a coming home party, mourning the end of tour but celebrating their return.
Being Josh’s right-hand man comes with its perks, so when you get the invitation to their “exclusive” party, you can’t turn the opportunity down.
Would it be weird to say that you hit a second puberty over the past year? Probably, yes. But, you were being truthful. All those years begging and pleading your body to catch up with your maturing mind, payed off it seems. You finally felt good in your own shoes. So, when the hot guy from the local coffee shop asks for your number, who are you to say no.
Having had plans for a date the night of the party, you suggest that the two of you attend a good friend’s party. Surprisingly, he agrees to go with you, let’s just hope he’s used to crazy.
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“Josh will you please shut the fuck up? I don’t want to hear her name again, please,” Jake groans out.
Whipping his head in Jake’s direction Josh says, “She’s my best friend. I’m allowed to be excited to see her Jake.”
Jake gives his best effort to not roll his eyes, but fails.
“It’s not like you have to talk to her. I’m sure she isn’t thrilled to see you either, after how shitty you’ve been,” Josh mumbles, leaving the room.
Huffing like a child, Jake does his best to calm his nerves. He is not prepared whatsoever to see you after all this time.
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Jake already knew it would be hard to see you, but seeing you with some guy makes his façade shatter completely. Pre-gaming seems to have been a bust, because he has never felt soberer in his life.
“Sunshine!” Josh’s bright smile distracts you from scanning the crowd any longer, silently searching for his other half.
After Josh has gotten his fill of hugs and kisses from you, he makes quick work of introducing himself to your date.
Josh’s love for first impressions allows you to quickly excuse yourself, wanting to find a drink strong enough to get through the night.
Scanning the crowd, you see him. Sitting in a secluded corner of the room, slowly sipping on his drink.
Realizing his eyes had been on you since stepping in the doorway, you allow yourself one quick glance in his direction. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of actively looking for him, you walk the opposite direction, silently hoping he’ll follow you.
Is Jake an asshole to you? Yes.
Does he deserve even a second of your time? Hell no.
But, there’s still a part of you that longs for the Jake you once knew so well. It’s foolish to believe that after all this time he has changed, but you can’t help but wish for it.
Fixing a drink, you smile at people in passing or attempt to make small talk.
Feeling him before you see him, his presence looms over you like no other.
Jake sits onto the countertop next to you, plucking the cherry out of your drink. Grinning wickedly at you, he sucks the cherry into his mouth.
If you hadn’t been so focused on his cherry stained lips, you would have slapped the audacity right out of him.
“See something you like, sunshine?”
“Fuck off Jake,” you glare up at him.
“Don’t be like that, where’s my welcome home hug?” he pouts.
“Assholes don’t get welcome home hugs. They get a foot up their ass instead. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
He chuckles.
Jumping off the counter, he says, “It’s good to see you to, Sunshine.”
Watching him saunter off to his dark corner, you exhale, trying to regain your footing. Jake has always had a way of making your head feel all fuzzy, no matter what bullshit he was spewing.
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Sam had made the executive decision to start a bonfire later into the night.
The party had dwindled down to very few people at this point.
Your date had decided to head home early because he had work the following morning. The both of you had agreed to see each other again soon. He seemed extremely nice, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t work out due to your complicated past resurfacing.
But, you were in desperate need of a distraction sadly.
Which left you snuggled under Josh’s arm, sharing childhood stories around the fire. Very clique, but it happened every time you all got together and had a few drinks.
Jake’s eyes haven’t left your figure since you walked in the door. The moment in the kitchen with you replaying in his mind over and over again. He could have sworn you looked at him, like he’s always looked at you.
Hanging on to every word that comes out of your mouth, Jake yearns for your affection.
Over the years, Jake has had love interests that weaved in and out of his life. He’d never been in love with any of them, but unconsciously found parts of you in them.
Deflecting his feelings for you by pretending to dislike you is better than being rejected by the one person he loves most, at least that’s what he tells himself.
He longs to hold you close like Josh.
Was his fear of rejection worth losing his best friend?
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Weeks have passed since the night of the party. Danny had graciously taken you home that night, promising to have a lunch date soon.
Remember the guy you brought with you to said party, you know, the one you agreed to see again?
Well, the time has come to meet up again. The both of you agree to get drinks at a local bar in town. Your excited to go out actually. He’s a cute guy who seems to have a genuine interest in you. Plus, he could be the solution to your irritating Jake problem. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten all dolled up anyway, so this is a great excuse.
Finally feeling satisfied with how you look, you head out the door. Don’t get it twisted, you’re not dressing for him. Putting on a pretty outfit and delicate makeup is all for you, mostly because it’s fun.
High school is rough for everyone. Puberty, delayed growth spurts, acne, braces, and social standards never complimented each other. Having struggled with each and every aspect of an awkward stage during high school.
Feeling beautiful is hard when everyone around is trying to be anyone but themselves. So, you could say high school was rough for you.
You never thought of yourself as beautiful or magnificent. Mostly putting yourself into the dull category, because there was truly nothing special about you.
But, Jake always had a way of proving you wrong.
Jake watched you grow from a gentle and kind young lady, into a breath-taking woman.
Having always thought you were beautiful in every stage of life, Jake truly wouldn’t know where to start.
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The bar was lit up with string lights, softly playing music.
Lucky for you, the bar was just a block over from your house, so you were able to walk over. Hoping that your date went well enough for you to hitch a ride home with him.
You arrived on time, perching yourself atop the nearest bar stool. He had messaged you saying he was running behind, but he shouldn’t be too long. So, you had decided to wait at the bar for him.
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Hours have passed and your still sat atop a barstool, downing your sixth drink of the night. You came to the conclusion about two hours ago, that he was indeed not coming after all.
“Ma’am, do you have a ride home? We’re closing up shop here, so you’re going to have to leave soon,” the older bartender asks you.
“Yeah, yeah sorry. Let me call a friend of mine really quick,” you fumble around, looking for your phone.
Securing your phone in your hand, you go to call Josh. He wouldn’t mind coming to get you.
“Hello?”
“Hey Josh, I know its late but I need a ride home. I’m at the bar down the street, but I’ve had too much to drink to walk home in the dark. Can you please come get me?” anxiously fidgeting in your seat.
“I’ll be there in five. Stay right there,” he hangs up abruptly.
He did not sound happy whatsoever. Making Josh mad was not on your to do list today.
It’s just kind of weird. Josh never minds picking you up, he actually insists its him you call. He’s probably having a rough day, don’t over think it.
It hadn’t even been five minutes when you heard your name being called behind you.
Except that voice was definitely not Josh’s.
Out of all people you could have accidentally called, it had to be him. Your night couldn’t get any worse.
Spinning around on your chair, you sigh, waiting for him to provoke you.
He looks at you worriedly, almost like you would shatter any second now.
You scoff, rolling your eyes.
“What? What did I do now?” Jake questions, conscious of your every move.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
You glare at him.
“Like I’m some fucking lost puppy.”
“Don’t give me a reason to,” he bites back.
Running your hands across your face, you realize just how tired you were. “Jake, I can’t do this with you right now. I’ve had a shitty day. Can you please just take me home?”
He reluctantly nods, heading out the door with you in tow.
The two of you climb into his car and begin your silent ride home.
Jake’s never seen you like this. He’s used to you being angry especially at him. Granite, he does love to get you riled up.
But, his favorite is when your happy. When you smile so big, that it throws him back to the day he met you, with your big toothless grin shining down on him.
His sunshine now turning into rain.
So, he respects the silence for once in his life, letting you have your moment. Watching the tears gather in your eyes, brings along a feeling he’s not familiar with.
Rage.
Gripping the steering wheel, he feels steam run off of him, allowing his knuckles to turn white.
It’s one thing for him to tease and mock you, but another for some asshole to think he can and get away with it.
Jake wants now more than anything to be Josh for you. To make you smile and laugh. He can’t bare to see you like this any longer.
“Do you want to play some music? I’ll even let you choose,” he speaks softly, almost like he doesn’t want to run you off.
You peer up at him in confusion. Where the hell did Jake go?
Shifting anxiously under your gaze, Jake mumbles a quick never mind.
It’s been years since the two of you have had a civil conversation, so this feels unnatural.
“Do you remember when Sam had a crush on you?” doing his best to break the ice.
You snort.
His heart flutters seeing you laugh at something he said for once.
“Do I? The kid followed me around for weeks asking me all kinds of weird questions. It took you telling him that I had cooties because of you to back off,” you laugh out.
Sam was never a smooth talker, that’s for sure.
Jake laughs.
You watch in awe, begging for him to never stop laughing again.
Eventually, Jake pulls into your driveway. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, just wanting to bask in the normalcy for once.
You pull the door open, stepping out of the car. Turning around, you give him a tight-lipped smile.
“Thanks Jake, for everything,” looking anywhere but at him.
“No need to thank me, I’d do it again. If you really wanted to thank me, you could tell me where that guy lives so I can kick his ass,” he smiles up at you, only slightly kidding.
Laughing you wave goodbye, praying that he doesn’t see how flustered you were.
Once you’ve made it inside, Jake sits in the driveway, contemplating everything that happened tonight.
On the way home, Jake realizes he regrets not apologizing for everything he’s said that he truly didn’t mean.
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Days pass and Jake hasn’t heard a peep from or about you. Josh claims that your trying to heal from getting your heartbroken, but Jake has a feeling something else is wrong.
He is terrified that he may have done something to hurt or upset you once again. He is sick and tired of being the one that hurts you.
So, Jake makes the impulsive decision to go see you. Josh protests saying “Jake is the last person you would want to see right now”. In authentic Jake fashion, he doesn’t give a flying fuck.
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The drive to your house was torture. Jake didn’t know what the right thing to say would be or what he should do.
Thinking back to simpler times, he remembers the time he saw you the summer of 9th grade.
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That summer was a weird one for all of you.
Jake and Josh finally went through a growth spurt and started filling into their teenage bodies.
They hadn’t seen you all summer because your family sent you to summer camp.
Jake had come home one day, looking for Josh. He heard Josh’s voice float down the hallway from the garage. Making his way in that direction, he heard a second voice. Recognizing that sweet voice anywhere, Jake strides down the hall in search of you.
Once in the garage, he froze in his tracks. It was definitely you, but different. Jake remembers your straggly hair and your scraped knees. He remembers a little girl, his best friend.
You were no longer a little girl, you were a young woman.
You had bloomed into a stunning flower. Jake felt breathless.
But, after all you were still you. Jake was still Jake.
Best friends forever, but maybe it had always been more than that.
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Jake and Josh hauled you everywhere. Every show they played you were there.
Believing in their success was never difficult for you. The moment you heard them play together, you knew everything would change.
When the boys played their first big show, you had tagged along not wanting to miss a second of it. Their set had finally come to an end that night. Trotting off the stage, Jake immediately went looking for you. He’d kept an eye on you throughout the show, always feeling better with you close by.
Feeling a hand grip his wrist, he spins around in search of the culprit.
Wrapping him into a bear hug, you squeeze him tight.
Pulling away from you he notices tears in your eyes.
“What’s wrong? Was the show that bad?”
You slap at his chest.
“No, you idiot. These are happy tears. I’m just so proud of you guys. Thank you for letting me be here,” you smile up at him.
“Thank you for wanting to be here. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he remarks.
Arriving at your house, he stumbles up to your porch and forces himself to knock on your door. After what seems to be the longest two minutes of his life, you answer the door.
You clearly just woke up from a nap, your hair a wild mess. Of course, Jake thinks its adorable.
Obviously, your taken aback as to why Jake would be standing on your front porch. You begin to question him, but he stops you.
“Can I come in? We need to talk,” he says, barely looking you in the eye.
“Yeah sure, sure,” you say, stepping aside.
Looking around, Jake realizes he’s never been inside your house before. Your windows are wide open, welcoming the sunlight in. Music playing softly from your record player. Books littered all over the room. It feels like home, yet so unfamiliar.
Clearing your throat, you see him jump, clearly on edge.
Once the two of you have gotten comfortable on your sofa, you realize she how quiet it is. Giving him a small smile, in hopes to provide some sort of comfort due to his jitteriness. He melts at the sight of your kind gesture.
“Are you feeling better” he asks.
Chuckling nervously, you reply, “Way better than the last time you saw me. Thank you for that by the way. I meant to text you afterwards, but I was just too tired.”
“You don’t have to thank me, I wanted to.”
You stare at him blankly.
“You wanted to save me from one of the most embarrassing nights of my life?”
“No no no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just like helping you or being the one you call.”
Giving him an exasperated sigh, you sink deeper into your chair.
“Jake, why are you here?”
He sighs, remembering the real reason he came after all. “I don’t even know where to start. I just wanted to apologize, for everything. You never deserved how I treated you. You’ve always been such an enigma to me. I couldn’t ever figure out why you were so kind to me, even after I pushed you away.”
“Then why did you push me away Jake? When all I’ve ever wanted was to be close to you.”
“I felt like I had to. You and Josh had gotten so close. I was selfish and got jealous. I’ve had to share everything with Josh my whole life. The one thing I never ever wanted to share was you. At the time, I felt like you had finally made your decision and it was Josh that you chose. It hurt too much to see the both of you together, so I made myself distance from you. A few years after I came to my senses and realized I was being selfish making you choose between the both of us, I wanted to make things right. I bought flowers and wrote out my whole apology speech, just to get to your front door and cower away. I felt like there would be no way you would forgive with such a lame ass excuse at that point. I had already dug deep enough. So, I made myself learn how to hate you, even though that’s the farthest thing from the truth. I--- I’m just so sorry Y/n. I never want to hurt you again. Being the one you called that night at the bar made me realize just how much I missed you. I miss talking to you, laughing with you, and sitting with you. I miss everything. I want to make it right, no matter what it takes. You deserve it, you always have.”
Hiding his face within his hands, in order to keep some composure, he hears a sniffle. Quickly looking up, Jake comes face to face with your tearful smile.
Tears poor down your face, while grinning ear to ear.
Reaching over, Jake gently wipes your tears away. You reach up and cup his shaky hands, holding them against your face.
“You’re such a dumbass.”
The both of you die out with chocked up laughter.
“You should have just told me Jake. I’ve always loved you both and I always will. But, my love for you is different, it always has been. You’re my best friend. Josh is my brother, the one that shields me. I had a sneaking suspicion that may have been what triggered your behavior, but I was too pissed to talk about it with you. Your right, I didn’t deserve the treatment you gave me, but I saw right through that bullshit. You forget that I watched you grow up. You’ve always been my sweetheart, the friend that would go above and beyond for you. I never truly believed you hated me, I just wanted to give you time to figure yourself out, no matter how long it took. I forgive you Jake. I think I forgave you a long time ago, but was always too prideful to admit it to myself.”
Grinning at each other, Jake pulls you into a tight hug. Being this close to one another after years of pining, felt like a dream.
Finally, you pull away realizing just how close the two of you were. Feeling Jake’s breath gently against your skin, you glance down at his lips. Jake’s breathing all together stops.
Quickly, your mind comes to its senses and the both of you awkwardly pull away.
Scratching the back of his neck, Jake says, “I guess I should head back to the studio now. Josh is going to kill me if I’m late again.”
“Oh yeah, of course. I know how cranky he can get,” you laugh off. Leading him out your front door, you turn to walk back inside.
“Y/n,” Jake calls out.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
You smile so wide, your bottom lip shakes.
Waving him off, you head back inside. Laying against the door, your head feels fuzzy from just his smile.
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Five minutes later, Jake finds himself pulling right back into your driveway. He marches right out of his car, straight up to your porch once again. In a tizzy, he begins banging on your door.
Rushing to see what the ruckus is about, you swing open your door.
“Miss me already?” you chuckle out.
“Marry me.”
“What?”
“What?”
The both of you stand there looking at each other, daring the other to speak up.
“I’m sorry that’s not what I meant to say, I was trying to tell you-
You tug him by his collar, kissing him softly.
Eventually, the two of you pull away trying to catch your breath. Resting his head against yours, you both smile.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you whisper out.
Jake chuckles in disbelieve. “No way, I’ve been dreaming of that since 7th grade.”
He takes your hand in his, squeezing so tight in hopes to convey his love for you. Immediately understanding, you bring your hand up to gently stroke his hair.
“Well, we could keep standing out here looking at one another, or we can go inside and kiss some more,” you say.
Jake hastily responses, “Inside please.”
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It’s Always Been You- Sam Kiszka
A/N: Hey guys, i’m back with a new Sam fic. I deeply adore Sam and have been wanting to write more for him, so here’s the result. Also, i pretty sure i’m gonna do a part 2 to this, but only if enough people genuinely enjoyed the story. As always, I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear your feedback or just chat about anything and everything!!!
Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Miscommunication a tad bit.
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Four Months.
It’s only been four months since you’ve seen the boys, but it feels like it’s been years.
Due to their crazy tour schedule and your seemingly never-ending work days, the five of you haven’t been able to see each other. You would get the occasional call or text, but that’s as good as it got.
But that would all change tonight.
The boys finally got a break for Christmas and had been home with family for the past few days. Of course, not being able to sit still for very long, they all decide to throw a New Year’s Eve party, which they graciously invited you to.
Thrilled was an understatement.
You missed both Jake and Josh worrying over you like mother hen, or telling you all about their latest adventures. You missed staying up all night with Danny, talking about anything and everything until the sun hung high in the sky. And Sam…
Well things with Sam where a bit more complicated. See, Danny and Sam happen to be your best friends, always have been. The three of you were attached at the hip for god knows how long. While you missed them both deeply while they were away on tour, you missed Sam a bit differently.
You couldn’t exactly put your finger on when you fell in love with Sam, but it’s been a very long time, to say the least. Of course, you have never shared this information with him before, in fear you would ruin everything you’ve built with him. You had come to terms with hiding your feelings at all costs.
Which leads us back to the present, you were anxious as fuck.
Were you excited? Yes. But, that didn’t stop the pounding of your heart as you quickly got ready.
Smoothing out your dress in the mirror, you look at yourself. The red long-sleeve dress had been the right choice for tonight’s events. After sliding on your shoes, you get a text from Jake that he is outside waiting for you.
Scurrying around your apartment, making sure you have everything. Finally, you trot out the front door in search of his car.
Climbing into the back seat, you grin at Jake and his girlfriend. They both complement your attire for the night, claiming the red suited you best.
“We missed you, Kid. It feels like it’s been years since we have gotten together. Danny and Sam have been itching to see you since we stepped foot into town” Jake says. You agree full heartedly, already giddy about seeing them all.
The ride is short, but full of laughter due to Jake recalling stories from tour. Once the three of you rounded the corner to Sam’s house, your forgotten anxiety seems to find its way back to you, pounding its way to your chest.
Jake and his girlfriend walk ahead of you, while you attempt to catch your breath. Eventually, you follow behind them, all the way up to the front door. The door swings wide open, with Danny standing in the doorway. He greets Jake and his girlfriend, not expecting you behind them. The minute he spots you, he scoops you up into his arms, squeezing you tight. “Bug, holy shit! You’re here. I missed you so much” Danny says, after reluctantly setting you down. You nudge his side, “I missed you too, Dan. It’s been way to long. Now be a good friend and show me where I can get a good drink” you smile at him. He chuckles at you, looping your arms together and leads you in the direction of the kitchen.
“You know, I’m not the only one who missed you. Sammy boy did his fair share of pinning for you as well” he says teasingly.
Okay. To be fair, you didn’t mean to tell Danny about your small Sam predicament. The both of you had a movie night at his house, that turned into drunken confessions at three a.m. He managed to coax the truth out of you and now he won’t let you forget it.
You roll your eyes at Danny and begin to reply, but instead you get pulled in the other direction. Josh bear hugs you and mumbles under his breath about how much he missed you, and couldn’t wait to show you some of the music they had been working on. Rubbing at his back, you gently pull away. You tell him to go drink some water. He grumbles at you, telling you to find him later for a dance and then he stumbles off.
You make it into the kitchen, spotting the makeshift bar on the counter. After successfully making something that doesn’t taste horrible, you stand observing the room, that is until you hear an all too familiar laugh. Butterflies find themselves fluttering inside your stomach. Whipping your head around just to spot Sam chatting it up with some guy you’ve never met before. You decided to find him later, not wanting to interrupt.
You find yourself on Sam’s back porch, gazing at the night sky all alone. Leaning up against the railing of the porch, you hear the backdoor open and close. Figuring it was probably Danny, you don’t make a move to turn and see for yourself. Suddenly, you feel fingers wiggling at your sides. You squirm around in their hold, wanting to see who the culprit was.
Of course, it was him.
Sam.
He had the stupidest grin spread wide across his face. Sam pulled you close, hugging you tightly.
He missed you, you missed him, nothing needed to be said. The embrace was evident enough.
The both of you slip from each other’s grip but remain side by side. The two of you begin sharing stories of anything and everything that happened while the two of you were apart. After gasping and laughing at each other’s stories for what felt like hours, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, gazing at everything, but each other.
“Bug, I…” Sam calls out to you.
The backdoor busts open and Jake comes staggering out. He starts screeching at you in his iconic British accent, demanding to have one dance with you. Never being able to say no to any of them you reluctantly agree.
Glancing back at Sam, you ask if he is tagging along, but he somberly declines, clearly wanting a moment alone. You nod, but begin to worry you may have caused his saddened mood.
The night carries on with the silliest of antics.
Jake spins you round and round. Josh keeps your cup full. Danny cheers along, encouraging Jake’s ridiculous behavior. All the while, Sam sits in the corner, wishing it was him you were dancing with.
It’s about thirty minutes till midnight, and you’ve managed to pull Jake off of you for the time being. Once again you find yourself on the back porch, alone, but not for long. Sam finds his way back outside eventually.
He sits a bit of distance away from you and lights a cigarette. The both of you are tense and silent, a completely different atmosphere since the first time on the porch. Eventually, you get sick of the silence cornering the both of you.
“Sam, did I do something wrong, you’ve been avoiding me all night since the first time we came out here. You can talk to me, whatever it is” you glance over at him, only to find that he was already looking at you.
He stands and closes the space between the two of you. Reaching his hand over, he pushes a stray hair behind your ear. He gazes at you saying, “I don’t think I can, Bug”.
The two of you stare longingly at each other for what feels like a life time.
You sigh, not wanting to push him on the matter. “You don’t have to but know you can tell me anything, no matter what” you say.
You start to make your way back inside, but before you can even make it two steps away, Sam is tugging you back into him.
“It’s just… I haven’t seen you in months, despite my attempts to push you to the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every single second of everyday, my mind was full of only you. It always has been and it kills me to watch you from afar. I’ve been so anxious all week because I knew you were coming tonight. And when I caught a glimpse of you tonight, in that pretty dress, all I could think about was how much I would regret not telling you how I actually feel. You haunt my mind day and night, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. It’s always been you, always. I love you, Bug”.
You stare at Sam in disbelief. Bring your hands up to his face, cupping his jaw. “I don’t know what to say, I….” you whisper.
“You don’t have to say anything, I just couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t tell you” Sam shoots out.
“No Sam, I...”
“I understand if you only see me as a friend, I just wanted-
“Sam!” you holler at him.
He snaps his mouth shut looking down at you.
“Are you kidding me” you chuckle out. “Sam, I’ve been in love with you since we met, dumbass. It’s always been you Sammy, always”.
The New Year’s Eve countdown begins.
10, 9…
You both grin at each other, realizing just how infatuated you are with one another.
6, 5...
“Bug, can I kiss you?” he asks.
2, 1…
“Please do” you whisper, tugging his face down to meet yours.
Cheers are heard all across the house, making toasts to the new year. The both of you stay in your little bubble, not wanting to interrupt it quite yet.
Reluctantly, the both of you pull away from one another. Sam pulls you tight into his chest, whispering melodic words and promises of love.
The outside world long gone, being responsible can wait another day.
The both of you gaze into the sky, watching fireworks, utterly in love with one another.
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A/N: Part Two???!!!! Hope you enjoyed🫶
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jake blurb #7
i am so unbelievably sorry for the hiatus! im currently DRIVING the struggle bus. i have to balance school and then i cook for my family and i can never find time to write anymore! here i present, a teeny tiny jake blurb for you!
warnings : mentions of anal, teeny tiniest addition of angst
word count : 425
You and Jake had pretty much tried everything when it came to sex. Jake bought a copy of the Kama Sutra, and you tried every single position.
During dinner, Jake had seemed antsy. He kept fidgeting in his chair and he couldn’t sit still. Once the dishes were done, you and Jake had gone upstairs to settle in for the night. He told you he would meet you up there, that he needed to do one more thing.
You had started taking your makeup off when Jake had approached you in the bathroom.
“Can we talk about something really quick?” Jake had asked you, not making eye contact.
You nodded and immediately put the cotton pad down onto the bathroom counter. He sat down on the bed and you sat down right next to him.
“Jake, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”
He put his hand on your knee and finally looked at you. “Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to ask you something.”
He continued speaking after you placed your hand directly on top of his, “I want to try something new, tonight.”
His words could mean one of two things. Either he wants to see other people or he wants to introduce a third.
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“No! God no. If we ever broke up I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”
You sighed in relief and stood up, grabbing his hands and saying, “Are you finally open to a third party?!”
He laughed and said, “No, Princess. Sit back down.” You did as he said and sat your ass right back down.
He kept his hands enlaced with yours and asked you, “How would you feel about anal?”
You laughed and broke eye contact with him, thinking he was joking. You looked back up at him to see his smile fade. “Oh, you’re serious?”
“Forget it,” he said, letting go of your hands and standing up, too embarrassed to continue looking at you.
You laid down on the bed as he walked into the bathroom. He left the door open while he brushed his teeth and washed his face.
“I’m open to it.”
You could hear him stop brushing his teeth. He peeked out from behind the door frame and raised his eyebrows at you.
He spit into the sink and wiped his mouth off. He emerged from the bathroom and smirked at you. He placed one hand beside your chest and one on the wall above you.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear,
“I’ll grab the lube.”
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The Proposal
Danny blurb #1
Word count : 1448
Warnings : fluff, language, mentions of showering together
Danny wagner x fem reader
Danny had always been a hopeless romantic. Breakfast in bed, random flowers, love notes, surprise dates you name it, Danny would do it for me, without me ever asking.
Y/n Pov:
Today was a little different. Rather than our normal morning waking up together in a warm bed, maybe hopping in a soothing shower together, I awoke to find Danny not next to me. His side of the bed was cold, already showing that he had been awake for a bit. At first, I thought was normal because I thought I’d find him in the bathroom or, maybe the kitchen, making us some hot tea or coffee but, as I went searching throughout the house I couldn’t find him anywhere.
Maybe some band or family emergency came up, so I checked my phone to see if I got any text from him, the guys, or the Wagner family, but again nothing. I thought of texting him maybe asking where he was but then I thought to myself maybe he needed one morning to himself, I’d understand if he did, sometimes we all need a break from everything.
End Pov
So you let the situation be and decided you’d go on with your morning in silence. You made your coffee, toasted some toast, and sat on your rocking chair on your and Danny’s wrap-around porch just watching the beautiful live oak trees sway in the crisp Tennessee breeze.
Y/n Pov:
As soon as lunchtime rolled around I started to get a bit worried so I decided to text Sam. Yet as soon as I started typing up my question I got a text from him.
Sam: Get dressed fast, just make sure you dress nice, at least nicer than casual. I’ll be there in 20 to pick you up. No questions asked.
Y/n: Wait what? I’m so confused, what's going on? Where's Danny?
Sam: I said no questions… You’ll see what's going on soon.
Y/n: Umm.. ok then. See you in 20.
End pov
You started to get dressed, Sam said to dress a little nicer than casual so you decided to go with a nice burnt orange romper with long flowy sleeves, and a nice yet still casual and quite comfortable pair of brown wrap-around sandals. You let your hair flow freely and you were ready.
Sam Pulled into the driveway minutes later and started honking his horn like some crazy man stuck in hours of traffic, by god was it annoying, but that's just Sam for ya.
Y/n Pov:
Sam: Looks like you pulled yourself together nicely and in a pretty quick amount of time.
Y/n: Well yeah I mean I haven't heard anything from anyone all day I’m eager to know what's going on.
Sam: Just relax, everything's fine. You’ll find out everything soon.. For now, we drive.
Oddly enough the car ride was silent, and Sam's normally an avid talker so I could tell he was suppressing telling me something, but what the hell was it?! We did get there faster than I had expected, it was just an open flower meadow and nothing else. I didn't see anyone or anything but grass, flowers, and trees.
Sam: Alright we’re here, get out.
Y/n: Ok..?
Sam just drove away leaving you there alone at a place you didn’t know with no one around.
Y/n: What the hell Sam?!
I turned around to check out my surroundings and began walking until I found a trail on a hill. Following along that trail in between the colorful flowers and down the hill I saw a figure come into my vision. One I knew to be Danny. He was turned away, his hair in a claw clip, and he was dressed in all black, his skin kissed by the sun. I could only ever admire him, he has no imperfections whatsoever. I called his name and he turned to me with a smile. Excited I began to run towards him, even in the little time we had spent apart, I missed him.
When I finally reached my lover I jumped into his arms engulfing him in a hug filled with so much love it was like we were in a bubble floating off into some other world.
Danny: You made it.
Y/n: Of course I did, I woke up this morning to you gone, so at the first sign of me seeing you today, aka the text I got from Sam, I knew I would be led to you so I came.
Danny just stared into my eyes. I could tell he was pondering what to say next, it was as though he was hesitant about what would come if he did say something.
Y/n: Danny what's going on?
End Pov
Danny begins to kneel down onto one knee, reaching into his pocket to grab out a beautiful green velvet box and presenting it in front of my teary eyes. He opened the box to present the most simple but elegant ring, a plain gold band with a small moss agate crystal in the middle. Then he began to speak, his words hitting my ears like honey.
Danny: Y/n when we first met at the Kiszkas party in Michigan I knew that I wanted you to be in my life forever. I waited months before bringing up the courage to ask you to be my girlfriend in fear that I’d be rejected. You Y/n, you are radiant as the sun which shines upon this summer's day. Your skin is golden and your hair is soft as silk. I could stand and admire you for hours, days, weeks, and months, and never find any sort of flaw.
We’ve been together for four years now and together through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows and we've had some real struggles with touring and going months without physically being with each other, which was so draining, but that hasn't kept us apart, it never will, because the lover we have for each other is so strong. Our love can conquer anything and I would like to pledge my undying love to you by asking you this one question. Will you marry me?
Y/n: Yes yes a thousand times yes! Of course, I’ll marry you, you're my best friend, my partner in crime, we’ve been together through thick and thin, and I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.
He beams up at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him. His eyes are shining with the same intensity as the day we met at the Kiszkas party. He couldn’t possibly love you any greater than in this moment.
Danny: I love you so much Y/n.
His heart skips a beat with joy, as he wipes your joyful tears off your cheek while smiling down at you with all the love in the universe. He then leans down his hands around your waist as he looks from your eyes to your lips connecting your lips together.
The kiss was otherworldly as though you were bonded together by your soul's warmth surrounding your bodies and you felt whole in that moment.
Y/n: I love you too Danny. My my my you’re such a hopeless romantic. Look at us both here crying in a meadow after you proposed to me and presented the most beautiful heartfelt speech. Danny you really are my other half, my soulmate, it’s like our hearts, our souls, are bonded to one another. I am willing to go across the universe and further for you my love, you are everything to me.
Danny: And you are everything to me, my soulmate, my true love, the one I will give and do any and everything for.
He Pecks your lips once more and you begin to hear cries and claps coming from behind you two. You turn around in utter shock to find your family, the Wagner family and the Kiszka family watching, recording, popping wine bottles, clapping, and crying all together at this very moment.
Y/n: So this is why I hadn’t seen you all day? You got everyone to come here all the way from Michigan?
Danny: Yes I did my darling. I wanted this moment to be as special as it could possibly be.
You both ran to the combination of families engulfing everyone in hugs, listening to all of the congratulations and the advice you were receiving.
Sam: Alright, who's ready for some wine?
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That Shirt…
Josh Kiszka x reader
Warnings: fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it up, pals!) language - 18+ minors DNI!
A/N: Here it is! I think I covered all the warnings, but if I missed anything please let me know- enjoy some sweet & spicy josh smut friends 🖤🖤🖤
It was around 11 pm when you found yourself propped up on the kitchen counter, eating little bites of fruit here and there as your record player fills the next room over with Joan Jet— when you let your eyes drift over to the clock on the wall, a sweet flutter found it’s way into your stomach.
Josh would be home at any minute.
A smile crept onto your face and you enjoyed your own little moment, moving to the music and in what seemed like no time at all- the sound of the opening door awakened your senses.
“Dear?? Where are ya?”
Josh eyed the turntable and knew you couldn’t be far, considering the record was still playing— and just as he was about to head to your shared bedroom, the thud of your heels knocking against the drawers to the beat of the song gave him his answer.
“Josh!!!” You beamed, arms stretched toward his frame and he immediately took refuge in your hold, that big classic grin on his face and all the love in his heart. He was finally home with you after a rough, daunting session at the studio.
“Well hi-“ He greeted you back, going in for a sweet kiss and immediately pulling back to get a good look at you.
“Wow..”
“Hm?” You hummed, nuzzling your nose into his cheek. As it got to be later, you decided to change into comfy clothes- and picked out Josh’s white T-shirt that draped over your frame in such a way that felt like a warm hug.. you missed him today, so it was the best option for pajamas, really. There you sat in his grasp with his own shirt and little shorts, and the man was simply in heaven.
While leaning in close, he didn’t waste any time snaking his arms around your waist and allowing his hands to run smoothly over your sides and back— his cheek pressed against your chest. You didn’t bother keeping your bra on since you were just lounging around before he got home, so right away he was able to smush his face against your clothed breasts… which caused both a giggle from you and another flutter in your stomach to form.
After taking in a deep breath, he spoke into your chest,
“I love when you wear this, mama..”
A blush rose to your cheeks and you weaved your fingers in his loose curls- that pet name drove you absolutely wild, and he knew it. It did make you laugh a bit at the sight of him attached to you like this, but it was endearing. He was always obvious with how much he missed you during his tours, and studio sessions- just wanting to show you how much he truly adored you through affection and his words. Josh was a snuggly one - never letting you go without knowing how he feels about you when you’re able to just be in each other’s space when neither of you are busy.
“Actually, I think I might know how to make it even better—“
Your brows furrowed together, wondering what the hell he was up to- but by the cheeky look that took over his face, you knew he was brewing up a maniacal plan.
“What do y—
“—JOSH-!?”
Your mouth hung open in both slight laughter and shock as he reached over to grab the spray nozzle attached to the sink, only to give your chest a little spritz with the (thankfully) lukewarm water. This cheeky bastard knew what he was doing.
“See? Somehow you just managed to make you wearing this shirt even sexier..”
Josh was so proud of himself, and could barely take his eyes off your chest, now that they were semi-soaked through the white material, leaving very little to the imagination.
“What the hell is wrong with you…???” You shook your head, still trying to process what he just did as a shiver ran down your spine. You loved this man, and to be honest… there was something sexy about this scenario he just created. Then again, the way his hands were toying with your body might’ve been doing the thinking/talking for you now…
“Nothing, mama.. nothing at all..”
He spent some time massaging the wet material, paying special attention to each breast with a certain warmth in his eye— and his breath pattern while doing so made a certain feeling shoot between your legs. Not only was he beautiful, his bare face turning rosy at his actions with the hands of a god— but he also knew your body like his own personal map. He knew every spot that would make you shiver and wine, to make you spill his name from your mouth and make music to his ears.
You couldn’t help but tilt your head back and let out a soft whimper at his touch, it now getting a bit more rough upon seeing your reaction.
“You’re comin’ with me.” In one swift motion, Josh lifted you off the counter and attached his lips to yours, hunger apparent in his kisses as he started to walk you toward your bedroom.
“Mmm… I missed you..” You murmured into his lips, nipping here and there at his lip while your hands held onto him, occasionally traveling up to tug at his curls a bit, which earned you a little growl.
With a little shimmy of your hips, you were able to shift a certain way to feel just how much he missed you as well— the bulge in his pants becoming more hard to resist by the second. It wasn’t long before he led you to your bed, allowing you to gently fall back onto the sheets and for him to hover over you. Needy hands flowed over every inch of your body that he could reach, fingers both softly and urgently gripping at your thighs, hips, chest… anywhere and everywhere. He wanted all of you, nothing less.
“Please, babe … I really missed you. Take this off…”
You felt him smirk into your lips before pulling away to look at the desperate need in your eyes. He loved seeing you so vulnerable, so needy beneath him as you gripped at his shirt and the hem of his pants.
“Now, mama… I missed you too, but-“ He chuckled, voice thick with his own desires. “-you’re gonna have to wait a bit, hm? Can you do that for me?”
While he spoke, he let his right hand travel dangerously down your side and meet your thigh, giving it a swift little squeeze before landing just beside your core. Your breath hitched in your throat at the map of his touch- and the way he spoke to you had your head in a whirl. It was truly insane how this man could barely do anything to you and you were putty in his hands. The two of you had a love that could have people on opposite sides of the world recognizing it just from a glance, honestly ; he wanted nothing but to make you feel like heaven on earth.
“Mm-mm-“ You shook your head, tucking your lower lip between your teeth— you wanted to do as he said, but you simply could not wait any longer. You needed him. And you knew he would give in to you, even if he had to make you a shaking mess beforehand. “Well that’s too bad- I wanna make you come undone first, alright? And then I’ll make you mine..”
This time, he spoke while trailing his lips down your neck, hitting a sweet spot that made your back arch off the bed a bit- before making his way across your collarbone, and carefully lifting up the shirt to give each breast a smothering array of nips and sloppy kisses. You noticed quickly that he slid your shorts down your legs, allowing them to fall to the edge of the bed, which made you wine a bit when he then pressed the pads of his fingers against your most sensitive little spot, circling deliciously slow to earn some little sighs from your own mouth.
“O-oh.. yes…” You whimpered softly, light as a feather, which caused a hum of sinful affection to fall from Josh’s lips that were sucking to leave little marks on your chest. He then pulled your underwear down to leave you fully exposed to him, another shutter shaking your nerves. The sight of him starting to make his way down with full, passionate kisses straight to your clit was enough to get you tugging on his hair once again.
“Oh, please-!” Your voice reached a new desperation, and when he kneeled down to place a lingering kiss to that sensitive little bud, you knew you were in for it. Josh loved. LOVED. to make you whine and shake just for him in this way— you were his goddess and here he was, worshipping you on his knees, giving sinful prayers with his tongue and soon, his hand crept around to gently add two fingers to your entrance. You were a little mess, moans full-fledged now that he picked up his pace, tongue circling and digits finding your sweet spot to have you fall apart for him.
“Fuck- Josh, love… I’m- ooooh…” You tried your best to warn him, your hips bucking and reacting to his every move; lightning alive in your veins at how good he was making you feel already.
“Mmmm, I know, honey baby, I know…” A sliver of a smile crept onto his lips before going back to work, this time using a ‘come hither’ motion with his middle and ring finger while sucking on your clit- you assured him, tugging again on his curls and giving him hushed praises turning into yelps. He kept the perfect rhythm, humming into your core- and just like that, shockwaves spread across your entire body as he made you come undone before him. You quivered and spoke his name up into the heavens, while he helped you ride your peak for as long as you could handle— fingers easing slowly out and lips going to press soft kisses to the inside of your thigh.
You lay there speechless as he kneels over you once again to give you a kiss full of genuine love and desire- his hand caressing your cheek as he let you feel the tingling goosebumps. You let his lips meet yours and you couldn’t help but hold his heated face in your shaky hands, just so god damn in love and in a golden haze.
“Mmm… I love you, baby-“ His voice had a different cadence to it now, it was deep, a growl and lingering scratch at the back of his throat that had you quivering. “I love you.. so much… so, so much… I need you, Sunshine..”
The two of you spent a couple moments simply relishing in the kisses shared; they were deep, and full of love— the way he held you made your heart skip a beat and to the same degree, the twinkle and adoration in your eyes when you pulled away to peer up at him from beneath sent his heart soaring. He couldn’t get enough of you.
Without another word, Josh was fumbling with the button of his loose pants and quickly pulled them down, stepping out of them before ridding himself of his briefs, and quickly grabbed a condom to slide on- sighing when he was able to touch himself at the sight of you: the only thing you were now wearing was his shirt, still pulled up from minutes prior, and your skin had a particular flush to it that got his blood pumping. You were simply stunning, and he needed you- now.
Getting back onto the bed, he gave you another cheeky grin while stopping your hand from taking his shirt off of your own torso.
“Ah ah, mama- that stays on..”
You chuckled and shook your head at him, secretly loving this obsession he had with you in this damn T-shirt- but nevertheless, you were quick to take his shirt off to reveal his own torso. Your eyes traveled up his body, reveling in how gorgeous he truly was before settling on his honey brown hues— you held his cheeks in your hands as he got on top of you, smiling and giving him those eyes that you knew worked on him so well.
“Give it to me, Sunshine”
Josh bent down to attach his lips to yours, groaning softly as he positioned himself against you, working the tip through your folds to feel just how ready you were for him. “So good for me,” He hummed, pulling away from you to watch as you stare into his clouded eyes and let out the most sinful sigh as he pushes into you.
“F-fuck-!” You whine, wrapping your legs around his waist to allow him more access, your arms latched around his neck like your life depended on it. His lips found their way into the crook of your neck, spewing curses and melodic moans into your skin as he felt pleasure corse through him.
He took advantage of the leverage you gave him, pushing further into you and picking up the pace with his hips- and when you gripped at his shoulders with a particularly loud moan, Josh came up to look into your eyes again.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby- you…aahhh…” He could barely finish his sentence, the feeling of you clenching around him causing his brows to furrow in concentration as he took one of your legs and sat up on his knees more, to latch one of your legs on his hip while he used those fingers to rub even circles along your clit. The new angle and stimulation sent fireworks through your nerves.
“Sh-shit, baby.. oohhhhh, fuck…!” He became more primal with his movements and sounds, loudly painting the bedroom walls with praises for you without a care in the world. You were right there with him, unashamed at how loud you were being— he felt damn good inside of you, hitting the perfect spot again and again; and the sound of his jagged breathing only added to the pleasure starting to spread from deep within you.
“Josh… babe… oh- I’m… I’m gonna..-!”
Hearing your voice and how good he was making you feel had Josh seeing stars— he was damn near close, your warmth about to send him over the edge. He spoke with breathy moans in between, his hips moving at a heightened pace.
“Yeah, mama, come with me- come… come with-“
Sure enough, with all of his touch, you shook and wailed his name, your second high exploding through you like the Fourth of July; you squeezed down on him through your orgasm, clutching his shoulders helplessly, causing Josh to come undone with you— concentrated features fading into relaxed and hips bucking a bit as he stilled inside of you, thrusting the slightest to ride out his own climax before holding your face in his hands and crashing his lips onto yours.
“Ohhh…” He sighed softly, pulling away from your lips to give generous little kisses to your cheek and jaw while you felt warm all over, tingling and never wanting to leave his hold.
“I love you, Sunshine..” You run your nose over his chin, a giddy grin taken over your features.
He smiled right back, face flushed pink and curls sticking to his skin before giving your nose a little poke. “I love you, mama. Let’s get cleaned up..”
He pulled away from your limp frame to throw away the condom and reached out a hand for you to take.
“Shower time?”
“It’s shower time, honey-!” He exclaimed in a silly voice, making you laugh and hop off the bed toward the love of your life, happy to have him home.
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Learning Curve
Author's Note: Just a little something for 1,400 followers!! This is sort of a series of sexual encounters with Danny, the first time which wasn't exactly as spectacular as you had imagined, the second time where things got better, and the third time where you and Danny finally found your rhythm.
Content Warnings: swearing, drinking, fingering, oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact)
Word Count: 4.5k
The First Time
You hadn't meant to let it slip just how long you had gone without being touched. It had kind of just tumbled from your mouth in an alcohol-fueled haze, in between loud outbursts from Sam that were becoming more unintelligible by the minute and rants in a British accent mumbled out by Jake sitting in the corner, doing his best to drown out Josh's humming. Thankfully only Danny had been there to hear the admission slip past your lips as he sat peacefully with you at his kitchen island, observing the Kiszka tornado that was tearing through the other half of his house from a safe distance.
"I can't judge. It's been almost as long for me, too," he had admitted back after watching your cheeks go rosy and hot.
"I find that hard to believe," you had said, shooting him a sarcastic eye roll back as if he were only saying it for your sake.
"No, I mean it! I'm not just saying that to make you feel better although if it does then all the better. I'm just saying…" He had trailed off looking like he wanted to say something to finish only it never came.
"You're just saying…"
"I'm…well, I'm fucking horny," he finally got out, chuckling lightly at how the word sounded being spoken aloud. Somewhat childish but the truth nonetheless.
You couldn't help but laugh at his hesitation to use the word but you felt the same way. Painfully so.
"Yeah. I think I know the feeling," you laughed.
There was silence for a moment. Or rather, silence between the two of you, luckily drowned out by Josh now singing something oddly patriotic from across the room or else the silence would have been deafening. But in that not-so-silent break in conversation as the two of you thought far too hard on your mutual horniness, the alcohol took over your decision making skills. And that was what had set you down the path you now found yourself on.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Danny asked, searching for air in between his lips on yours as he walked you backward through his bedroom door, your mouths finding each other's the moment you had snuck out of view of the others.
"I'm positive," you breathed out before your mouth found his again, your tongue pushing eagerly past his lips. "Are you sure you want to do this?" you reciprocated his question back to him.
"Fuck, yes," he whispered back, wasting no time pushing you back onto his bed, his eagerness visible in his tight black jeans as he stood towering over you.
His eyes raked over your body in a way no one's had in quite some time, looking, appreciating, memorizing. You might have been self-conscious, having your best friend look at you that way. But all of your sense of self was gone as you lost yourself in arousal and need for him, willing him to reach forward and touch you with more than just his eyes.
And with a quick smirk turning up the corner of his mouth, he finally was, reaching down to help you work your jeans off. But when the material hit your knees, they got stuck there.
"Here, let me help," you spoke barely above the nose coming from downstairs below you, sitting up to help Danny work the material over the place they had gotten stuck and accidentally bumping foreheads in the process.
"Shit, sorry," Danny mumbled before succumbing to a light laugh as one overtook yourself. "Are you okay?" he asked, placing his palm against your forehead to soothe the spot.
You smiled up at him warmly, taking his hand from your forehead and bringing it to your lips to press a light kiss into his palm.
"I'm great," you reassured him quietly.
His lips replaced his hand, pulling you into another searing kiss, this one a bit slower than those previous as he let his tongue take its time exploring your mouth and tasting you.
Wandering fingers found the hem of your shirt just as you moaned against his mouth, pulling the material up over your head and separating your lips just long enough for the shirt to get tangled in your hair around your face.
You struggled for a moment as you tried to pull your hair from its place wrapped around the rolled material of your shirt. And Danny’s own hands worked to free you just the same, trying to pull the material up without tugging too hard on your hair. It was a somewhat successful effort, too, if you didn't count the couple ouches you sent Danny as he unknowingly pulled your hair and not the shirt. But once you were finally freed, you dropped the shirt along with your tired arms into your lap with a humorous sigh that only held a little exasperation.
"Clearly I haven't done this in a while," you laughed, giving Danny a slightly defeated smile.
But he returned it with a serious look as he swiped his thumb along your cheek.
"It's okay; we can go slow."
His fingers dipping into your hair at the nape of your neck as his mouth melted against yours, he pushed you backward again, moving along with you this time as his free hand began working on his belt.
"I don't wanna go slow," you whispered in between kisses, chest heaving as you gasped for breath all the while Danny stared down at you with lust-blown eyes, taking in your words and working hard to register them.
Standing to remove his own clothing, Danny pulled his shirt up over his head with much more ease than you had performed the action with, exposing his lean, tanned chest that you had seen bare so many times before but never in this context. And in this context, he was somehow even more beautiful than he was when he stripped down for practice or just happened to be lounging and air drying after a shower. Although he always secretly managed to take your breath away regardless of his state of undress. But this was something to behold, even as he tripped out of his tight jeans and stumbled over to you wearing nothing but boxers.
His cheeks were only slightly tinged as he finally collapsed back on top of you with a mildly embarrassed smile on his face.
"Will you tell me what you want?" he recovered as he began trailing kisses over your cheek and down your jaw, reaching your neck and continuing there.
Mustering up the willpower to speak against his lips still moving on your neck, your voice vibrated against his mouth. "I just want you, Danny."
At your words, his fingers delved into your panties, pulling the crotch away with one hand and using the other to push a finger past your entrance, quickly adding another when he felt how tight you were wrapped around his fingers.
And with his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out and scissoring slightly to prepare you for him, you remembered just how long it had been since you had been touched. You remembered the months that had quickly turned into a year. And you sighed into his touch, melting for him as he worked you well past the point of being wet.
"Are you ready for me, beautiful?" he asked against your sighs of pleasure, trying to keep quiet to hide your secret with Danny from the three boys still oblivious downstairs.
You nodded your reassurance and suddenly he was guiding himself into you, pushing fully in in one languid thrust. But instead of pleasure, you found yourself biting back noises of pain as he stretched you in a way you hadn't felt in far too long and were no longer used to.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, noticing the wince that had rolled through your face.
"No I'm fine,” you reassured him. “I just need a second. You're…well, you’re big and it's been a while."
He nodded understandingly, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Okay just tell me when you're ready."
His fingers moved up to rub along your hairline as the pain dulled slowly to mimic something a bit closer to pleasure. And with each passing second and his eyes on you, all the while his thumb lazily stroked across your forehead, you fell further into the pleasure that he was producing, until you breathed his name off your lips in a sigh.
"Danny."
"Are you ready?"
"Mmm-hmm," you responded almost silently as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth.
Immediately he pulled out almost completely just before thrusting back in, the pain still present but overtaken now by how good he felt moving inside you.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to bring him close as he set a normal pace, not too jarring as you still got used to him but slow enough that he left you searching for more.
"Is this okay?" he asked as he moved, biting back a sigh as his eyelids began to drop with his desire to move faster but his unwillingness to hurt you.
“Faster,” you breathed in a whisper before pulling his face closer to yours with a grip on the back of his neck and crashing your lips together. And he heeded your request, pulling your legs up around his waist to get a better angle as he fucked into you faster and a bit harder now.
It felt good, breathtaking even, but without any stimulation on your clit, you knew you wouldn’t get there no matter how good he felt. So you snaked your hand down between your bodies, searching for the building feeling you hadn’t felt from the touch of someone else in over a year. But with your bodies pressed so closely together, your fingers could barely make circles around your clit, and you soon abandoned the task.
Although Danny seemed to take the hint because he lifted himself into an upright position and pulled you closer to him, using his thumb over your clit. Only, with the new position and his size, which you certainly hadn’t been fully prepared for, as he thrusted in, you felt a sharp pain given the angle and how deep he was now reaching.
You were determined to push through it, thinking that if he built up enough pleasure with his fingers on your clit, the pain would dull the way it had earlier. But he stopped his movements not long after he started them.
"I'm hurting you," he breathed in a sigh as he halted his hips and his hand to stare down at you.
"No, no, it's fine-" you started with not much believability as he cut you off.
"You're basically wincing every time I move; I'm not going to keep going."
"Can you just…do what you were doing before? That was working a little bit better," you admitted, trying to salvage the mood.
"You want me down lower?" he asked as he moved back down to hover over you, and with a single snap of his hips at the angle he had been at before, pleasure shot through your body again.
"Yeah like, oh, like that," you all but moaned.
"Like this?"
Your voice was catching in your throat as he moved faster, determined to make you feel good. And he was getting what he wanted. "Mmm yeah just like that, Danny."
But despite how good it felt, you knew it wouldn't be enough to make you finish. And with several more thrusts, you felt his hips falter and clenched around him, encouraging his own orgasm.
It wasn't long before he was finishing and pulling out in silence, moving to lie next to you, his eyes fixed on your face.
"Did you…" he started, trailing off quickly although you didn’t need him to finish to know what he was going to ask.
"Well…not exactly."
"What can I do?" he asked immediately, rolling onto his side to look at you inquisitively.
"It's fine, Danny. It was still good. I don't need to come every time."
He was disappointed, you could tell. So you turned towards him, snuggling into his arms to give him some reassurance, the sound of the boys downstairs lingering in the background.
"Maybe we shouldn't leave them alone for too long though."
The Second Time
Not much alone time had found you and Danny since your last intermingling. But awkwardness had surely set in regardless. Although, if you were being honest, despite how the last time had gone, you were still interested in making it work. And still incredibly horny.
That was how you found yourself propositioning him again within a week’s time as you sat together on his couch in awkward silence, alone for the first time in a week.
"I don't want to disappoint you again." He kept his eyes fixed to the tv in front of him, only glancing over at you with nerves tangible on his face as you reassured him.
"You didn't disappoint me, Danny,” you started, throwing the blanket off your lap and climbing onto his where his hands immediately greeted your hips. “Maybe we just need to figure out what works.”
Your voice was just a whisper once you had situated yourself, your own nerves now setting in as you straddled Danny. But as his eyes fell to your lips and remained there, transfixed, you felt your confidence begin to grow.
“Practice,” he whispered back, still staring intently at your lips as he spoke.
It wasn’t so much a question but nonetheless, you nodded in return.
"A bit of practice never hurt anybody."
Suddenly his lips were against yours, moving with fervor and need, drawing attention to the way he was growing hard pressed beneath your thigh. And as his tongue pushed past your lips, the sensations were enough to draw a downright needy moan from your throat, one that Danny met with action as he pushed your back onto the couch and began working your jeans down your legs, actions much smoother in execution than your previous encounter.
“Are you sure you want this?” He paused his movements to look up at you, his fingers resting along the hem of your panties.
It was torturous anticipation, his face so close to your core, making you hyper-aware of every breath you took, every raising of your chest that brought your body a little closer to his, urging him along with your thoughts and the help of a desperate nod of your head. And with your permission, his fingers hooked into the fabric they had been resting against and pulled the material down your legs, abandoning it once it hung loosely around one ankle as he traveled back upward to press his face between your thighs.
"Oh fuck," you gasped as he licked up through your folds, turning his attention quickly to your clit with the flick of his tongue.
His tongue and lips worked magic against you, expertly licking and sucking with varied pressure, bringing you upward toward the high that had evaded you before. And he soon had you in a near constant state of moaning as he wrapped his hands around your thighs and hoisted your legs up over his shoulders, somehow pressing his face further into your center, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste, of your pleasure.
"Oh my god, Danny, yes," you cried out, your hand flying to his curls as he slipped a finger easily through your folds and began pressing deeply against your g-spot.
It was blinding pleasure, even before he inserted a second finger and worked them into a curling motion inside of you, causing your back to arch up into him with a disgraceful sound that pierced whatever quiet had been there before.
You were close, you could feel it. And so could he, judging from the vibrations of an almost silent hum against your clit and the way his free hand gripped into your thigh hard enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises in the plush skin there. It was enough to send you hurtling toward toe-curling bliss with his name dripping from your lips like a filthy prayer to him, drenching his fingers and his face.
He worked you down slowly, waiting for the signal of your hand untangling itself from his hair before he emerged from between your legs, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hands and dipping his wet fingers between his lips to clean you off of himself, an unbelievably hot image that would be seared into your mind.
He moved back up to hover over your body, letting one hand grip your chin as the other held him over you.
"Do you want to taste yourself on my tongue?" he asked, almost politely but with a tinge of something akin to condescension resting somewhere behind it, getting you wetter almost instantly as you gave him a meek and desperate nod.
His lips crashed against yours then, his tongue wasting no time licking into your mouth, letting you taste your own high on him. You found the taste of confidence there too, no doubt soaring knowing he had made you come. It tasted good on him.
Your hands fought through post-orgasm fatigue to strip him of his shirt, only letting his mouth vacate yours for a moment long enough to pull the material up over his head. And his pants came off next, getting strewn somewhere off the side of the couch, leaving him in only boxers, the hard outline of his cock noticeable and mouthwatering. But as your fingers moved to make quick work of his last garment, the nerves were suddenly pooling behind his eyes again as he halted your actions with a grip around your wrist.
"We can stop here, ya know. Whatever you want, just say the word."
Your gaze softened as you smiled up at him, a bit of the fire blowing out but your want still there, just to be close to him, if nothing else. Not ready for the warmth of another person to leave you. Not ready for his warmth to leave you.
"You're on a roll right now, Danny," you smiled easily. "I don't want to stop."
He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as he looked down and nodded, letting you pull his boxers down and clumsily pulling his feet from their confines once the article of clothing was pushed down around his ankles.
You giggled as he caught himself on his elbow, just inches away from crushing you with the weight of his body as you attempted to help him steady himself.
"God I swear I'm not always like this. You just…you do things to me, I don’t know. You make me nervous," he chuckled, slightly red in the face.
It warmed you to watch him go from sucking your orgasm off his fingers and asking you if you wanted to taste it to pink cheeks as he fumbled with his boxers at his ankles. It was endearing to say the least and as he finally settled between your legs, you took his face in your hands and guided his lips back to yours.
With the slick of your previous orgasm still wet between your thighs, he pushed in easily, moans vibrating through your lips still connected as he worked himself into a fast rhythm.
"God, you feel so good," you moaned as you broke the kiss, letting your head press back against the couch cushion as your eyes fell shut and you tried to focus on the pleasure. There was no pain this time as he stretched you, no ache as he pumped in and out of you, and if you could only focus hard enough, you could get there, you thought to yourself.
Danny was also lost in deep concentration, evident by the look on his face as you opened your eyes to look at him. He was focused, focused on getting you off on his cock, just as focused as you had been on the same thing.
"I'm-I'm close," you breathed, struggling to form words through the electric taste of pleasure on your tongue. And finally his intense concentration broke as he lifted his eyes to yours.
"Yeah?"
You only nodded, closing your eyes again to try and focus on the feeling. You were so close to snapping, so close to gushing around him as you chewed the inside of your lip and fought to breathe properly.
His thrusts, pointed and sharp, met your g-spot each time, making you clench around him as your eyes began to roll back. And even as his focus began to falter with the way your pussy tightened around his cock, earning a gasp of pleasure from above you, it was within your reach, dangling out in front of you so close you could almost taste it.
But in a moment your concentration broke and all at once you lost your momentum, much less a product of anything Danny had done and more a result of nerves and far too much pressure. And you breathed out a frustrated sigh as you lost your high before it could crash over you.
As the blinding pleasure receded slightly, you flipped the both of you in one swift motion, resigning yourself to focus on his pleasure instead, an easy task with his now faltering concentration as he looked up at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.
"So beautiful," you whispered as you began riding him, dipping down to press a kiss to his lips and earning a deep groan in response.
He mumbled out a low fuck as his eyes drifted shut and you could tell he was close, his face contorting beautifully against the pleasure.
"I want you to come for me, Danny," you urged. "Can you do that for me? Can you come deep inside of me?"
If he hadn't been close before, he certainly was then, and you watched as his brows furrowed and he nodded a frantic nod along with a string of desperate yesses before he finally spilled inside of you, a sound of pleasure tearing through his chest at the release.
Slowly you brought your hips to a halt and fell against his chest, letting the side of your face feel the heat of his skin.
"Did you…" he began in between heavy ragged deep breaths without finishing his sentence.
You sighed as you shook your head the best you could against his chest. "Only with your mouth. I think maybe it was just…too much pressure."
Out of frustration he slung his arm over his face, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow as he whispered a low "fuck".
"It's okay, your tongue was amazing so at least we know that part works," you laughed lightly, pulling off of him but moving to lay the exact same way on top of him.
But he huffed out another heavy sigh as if he weren't paying attention to your words. "I will make you come with my dick, I swear."
The promise of another try.
The Third Time
The third time you found yourself alone with Danny, he had wasted not a single second pushing you against the nearest wall the moment Sam had left, letting his lips move heavy against yours, desperate and lustful, as he picked you up and hurriedly carried you up the stairs to his bedroom.
"I want to try something different," he whispered as he set you down in front of his bed, his chest rising and falling as his lungs regained the air they had gone without.
"Anything, Danny," you whispered back, once again admiring the confidence that had set into his demeanor.
"Get on your hands and knees."
Your heart leapt in your chest at his request and you immediately moved to do as you were told, picking up the hem of your dress to glide gracefully into the position he wanted you in on his bed.
You heard the zipper of his jeans being worked downward, heard the rustling of material being moved, before you felt the dip in the mattress as he slid up behind you, letting his fingers push the hem of your dress upward so he could graze his fingertips over the wet spot pooling in your panties.
"A little lower," he instructed with his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest into the mattress while your ass was still lifted into the air, giving him a perfect view of your covered pussy.
"You're going to come on my cock this time, do you understand me?"
You were silent save for a gasp at his authority and filthy confidence, but your near silence was met with a smack to your right ass cheek.
"I said, do you understand?" he asked again and this time you nodded.
"Yes, yes, I understand," you whined.
Without any further hesitation, his fingers curled harshly around the crotch of your panties, jerking them to the side just before he lined himself up and slammed into you.
"Oh fuck," you moaned into the mattress as he picked up a fast-paced rhythm, his cock reaching deep inside of you with every thrust. It brought tears to your eyes almost instantly.
"Yeah? Does that feel good?"
"Oh my god, yes," you practically sobbed into the comforter as he fucked you into the mattress.
It was an angle you hadn't felt with him before, reaching deeply to hit the right spots without hitting too deep and hurting you. Just the right angle to have you seeing stars as your words began to blur into unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
And then his fingers were on your clit, rubbing circles as he thrusted, giving you the stimulation you needed to get closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes, Danny, just like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Don't worry, I'm not stopping."
His free hand moved to the small of your back, pressing there to accentuate the dip of your back, causing you to arch a bit harder and letting his cock reach a tiny bit deeper, hitting your g-spot a little bit harder with every thrust.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," you chanted beneath him, your words slurring slightly as your brain began to short circuit with the searing hot pleasure building in your stomach.
"God, you take every inch so well, don't you baby?"
Danny was clearly letting loose, if his words told you anything. And fuck if it wasn't working. It was a side of him you had never seen but it was exactly what you needed. And as you heard his praises turn to strained curses and your legs began to shake as you clenched around him, you knew you were done for.
You were loud as your orgasm suddenly tore through your body as you found yourself bouncing back on his thighs to keep his pace going, even as he unraveled behind you. Your toes curled and your thighs shook and the only comprehensible thought you could manage was Danny's name.
He had no choice but to come soon after as you practically milked him of everything he had, fucking back onto him to ride out your own orgasm.
He finished with a low groan against your ear, both of you collapsing soon after with the weight of exhaustion. And as he came down from bliss and regained his composure, he rolled off of you onto his back, turning his head to look at you as you stayed on your stomach.
"That was-" he began, being cut off by your nod of agreement, not needing to voice the experience you had just had but coming to a silent understanding that it had been amazing.
You gave him a tired smile before letting your eyes fall shut.
"I guess we found our groove."
He chuckled lightly, letting his eyes fall shut soon after.
"Yeah I guess we did."
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Just Making Sure I Was There
Authors note: Hey it's Quartz! I'll admit this is very self indulgent. I was in the need of some Josh fluff while on my period so of course that turned into me just writing about what he would be like while the reader is on her period. Lots of nice fluffy Josh here!
Content warnings: Just general period talk but otherwise none- just fluff!
Word count: 1.5k
With yet another month comes another batch of agonizing days. With those days come the bouts of mood swings, cravings and cramps that you would somehow have to brave through despite your plans. Today was one of those days in which plans had to be cancelled with that common reasoning being that you “didn’t feel well’ and would have to reschedule any happenings.
Luckily Josh had been off tour for a while and at home with you. He had let his brothers know the studio was not an option today as you needed to be taken care of. You had always insisted to him that you could fair on your own on your period but he refused to take your answer knowing how severe your cramps could get. He would never want to be the reason your day would end up being more difficult than it had to especially when given the opportunity to care for you and even baby you while he could.
You drowsily forced yourself to sit up, feeling that familiar spin in your head before you shook it off convincing yourself that it was nothing. A dull ache in your temple replaced it as you swung your feet over the bed to stand up. The moment you carried your weight over your legs a piercing pain settled in your centre as you winced, taking a sharp breath in. You shook the thought away as you slowly made your way towards the door of your room.
Josh had been in the kitchen going about errands while preparing anything that could possibly make you feel better. Bags of snacks had been open over the counter, dishes in need of being washed after your odd cravings, and hot water being boiled in the kettle were just some things he had to tend to. You smiled a groggy hello to him to which he reciprocated as you leaned upon the kitchen counter. While reaching to grab a bag by your side his hand lingered upon yours for a moment before getting what he had an eye on.
Your well loved record player was spinning Songs for Beginners by Graham Nash, a favourite of you two that you recently found at your local record store. Despite the fact it was a regular at any store you went to, you always wanted to find a used copy- one that went through the decades and was loved by whoever owned it before. Although you had been flipping through the section, Josh had never reached faster to grab a record than he did with that one knowing how badly you wanted it.
Now the needle sat in the grooves of the track Sleep Song as the sweet acoustic ballad accompanied the lazy air of your shared apartment. Your eyes struggled to remain open as you felt your mind haze slightly along with a slight blur of your vision. The faintest of shakes in your legs started as you leaned more firmly onto the counter.
“Feeling any better?” He smiled at you gently, your heating pad being warmed up as it had quickly cooled down for your liking earlier.
You nodded, frowning as another cramp pulsed through you. His eyes flashed wide as they scanned over you. He stopped what he was doing to run his fingers reassuringly over your arm. Letting go of the counter you stumbled slightly from exhaustion as he gasped, moving forward to catch you. Fully supporting you, you leaned back onto the counter as he let out a sigh of relief.
“You’ve been forgetting your iron, yeah?” He spoke low, his tone serious. Without waiting for a reply he brought his hand to the small of your back with the other firmly holding your wrist as he turned and guided you back to your room. Reluctantly you followed his sturdy hold as he guided you back into your bed and under the covers.
“Stay put and lay down. There’s no need for you to get up, I’ve got the day off to take care of you so just call me whenever you want something, alright love?” He leaned down to press a long kiss to your forehead. You simply leaned back into your pillow with a smile in return which prompted him to go continue his work in the kitchen.
Although he had just left you for a room neighbouring yours, you felt overcome by a longing for him. You simply credited your unstable hormones but they nonetheless made the momentary loneliness feel immense.
“Josh!” You whined out from your place firmly wrapped up in your bedsheets.
“Yeah?” Josh called back from the kitchen, the whistling of your electric kettle soundtracking his voice.
“C’mere,” you replied, voice weaker this time.
His footsteps followed instantly at the word as he bounded towards you, worry in his eyes with a glass in one hand, heating pad draped over his arm, and pills enclosed in his fist. He placed all the items upon your nightstand before directing his attention to you.
“Sit up for me, won’t you, love?” He spoke softly, sitting beside you at the edge of the bed as he held the pills out to you.
Reluctantly you heaved yourself up onto your elbows, hair a mess and eyes exhausted as they looked into his bright ones. His free hand was placed on your shoulder in attempt to help stabilize you although your back was supported by your pillow. You whimpered as you adjusted in your seat, eyes tight as you tried to collect your breathing.
“Easy. Breathe,” he whispered as he reached for the cup of water, “Take these, I’ll bring you some tea and then you can lay back down, can you do that for me? D’you want some cookies?” You mumbled your approval of the idea as you put the Advil on your tongue before eagerly drinking them down. He smiled warmly, placing his hand on your knee over the covers before getting up to make his way back to the kitchen.
Already feeling lonely in his moment away, you pouted to yourself before looking towards your nightstand. You lazily reached to grab the freshly warmed up heating pad before quickly placing it over your belly with a sigh of relief. The sound of water hitting a glass sounded from the kitchen and you only smiled in anticipation of receiving your tea as you sunk into the feeling of the heating pad.
“Doing alright?” Josh checked in from the other room.
“Yeah,” you replied simply, “miss you,” you drawled, genuinely missing him despite the fact he was under the same roof.
You heard him chuckle as he stirred some sugar into your tea, “I’m right here, baby, I haven’t gone anywhere.”
You groaned at how silly you sounded but relented with your request, “I know but come back and stay with me.”
“Alright let me finish your tea first.”
With your cramps promising to let up you eagerly awaited your partner’s company. Soon enough he joined you again with a warm cup of tea to place in your hands as you eagerly sipped from the glass.
“Anything else?” Josh asked.
“Massage,” you stated simply, putting the cup down and already moving to lay on your stomach for him.
“Anything for you,” he chuckled as he found his place on his side of the bed, kneeling comfortably beside you.
You pushed the covers off of you with your heating pad comfortably placed under you. His familiar hands moved to your lower back putting the perfect amount of pressure to ease your hurting. You let out a sigh at the almost instant lift of pain to which he softly smiled to. You adjusted yourself as another cramp jolted through you, burying your face in your arms in turn. He looked on with concern, determined to get your mind off the pain.
“Recording has been good, we’re almost finished with the album,” He started quietly.
You hummed a muffled reply, not lifting your face from its place in your arms. He continued with stories from the other day, recalling a rare moment in which Sam and Danny had gotten into an argument which you were amused by. The longer he spoke of songs and shoot concepts the more you seemed to forget about the current state of things, turning your face to reveal a look of curiosity on your face as his fingers worker through your tight back.
Josh leaned down to place a kiss to your forehead, “Is that alright?”
“Thanks,” you replied softly, concluding your need for a massage.
His hands lingered for a moment before patting the spot gently. He turned to heave himself off the bed and return to his work in the kitchen but the momentary silence was broken by you as you lifted yourself up slightly to catch his attention.
“Stay here?”
“Of course. I’ve got nowhere else to be, today is yours.”
“Then get in bed and keep me warm, it helps.”
He softly laughed to himself, seeing through your excuse to cuddle, “I bet it does.”
Josh joined you under the covers and shuffling closer to you until his chin found its place upon your shoulder. He peppered a few kisses just below your ear as his hands wrapped around you to hold your heating pad closer to you. You sighed at the comforting heat, smiling at the feeling of being surrounded by his safe presence while you found yourself lulled into a nap.
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Last Minute Changes - Jake Kiszka’s Version
A/N: Remember when I said Sam was Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker coded?? Yeah, well… So is Jake, and since we have now experienced so much Ballerina Jake on stage, I just couldn’t help myself. Also disclaimer, I haven’t done ballet in 5+ years now, so please forgive me if I misname anything. Also, if you are not familiar with the Nutcracker pas de deux, I have linked it HERE for you to go watch (I recommend watching it before reading this, if you have the time or even just the desire to!). Please excuse any errors as always, and I hope you all like it! <3
WARNINGS: Excessive language, excessive practicing, some name calling (bitch, asshole, etc), hate!fucking, asshole!Jake, degradation, fingering, edging, slight mirror play, overstimulation, choking, biting, sort of public sex? sex in a studio, unprotected sex.
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“You two will be excellent together!” You can hear the smile in your choreographer’s voice. At least one of you is excited. “Well, have a lovely day, dear and I will see you back tomorrow to continue rehearsals.”
You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, immediately sighing to yourself as you toss your phone to the side.
This is just great, you think to yourself.
What are the odds that the original Cavalier would suffer an injury and have to back out and Jake of all people, will be the one stepping in. It’s a serious lose/lose situation for all parties involved.
It has been quite some time since you’ve worked with Jake Kiszka, but to your knowledge he is no different than he used to be. Arrogant, cocky and an absolute asshole. Not to mention, the extensive hours that he chooses to practice are arguably a little unhealthy and excessive. Though, you have to give a nod to the way he strives for perfection. He’s one of the most talented dancers within the Ballet company the two of you work for. It’s admirable in its own sort of fucked up way.
Not that you don’t strive for that same level of perfection, you just have a different view and approach on how to get there.
After a moment or two of sulking, you decide to call Danny. A fellow dancer at your company and one of your best friends - but also a pretty close friend of Jake’s, you’re almost certain.
The phone barely rings twice before an excited Danny is answering the phone.
“Hello?” Danny’s voice finally cuts through, warm and genuine. As it always is.
“Hey! So uhm…” you start to trail off. “You know Anthony, right ? The guy who was originally the Cavalier?”
“I do, why? What happened?” He asks, concern and curiosity seeping into the way he speaks. “You sound kinda upset...”
“Oh, I’m definitely upset… Anthony has an injury and is being required to take a break…” you pause for a moment, before adding more details. “I mean, he seemed to be in some pain when we were practicing last night, but he told me not to worry.” A long sigh pushes out of your lungs. “But, now Jake is Cavalier...”
What you can only assume is slightly stunned silence, takes over his end of the phone.
“Jake…?” He questions finally. You can practically see his raised eyebrows and wide eyes. “Jake is Cavalier now?”
“Yeah…” You confirm, sighing heavily at the incredibly draining thought of it. “Danny, I don’t even know what to do.”
“Are you joking? What do you mean you ‘don’t know what to do?’” Danny practically scoffs at your words. “You’ve always wanted this part. You would really let Jake ruin this for you? That’s kinda ridiculous, bug.” He scolds you. “Not only that, but you’re already well into rehearsals. You’ve only got a few days left before dress rehearsals start up.”
“Danny, Have you not worked with him?!” You laugh humorously into the phone. “He’s an ass. A complete and total fucking ass.”
Danny laughs at your little outburst, immediately taking up for his friend. “I have and… yes, he can be a lot to handle, but he’s a perfectionist. Everything he does on stage has to be perfect, in his mind.”
You bite at your bottom lip, not at all soothed by Danny’s words whatsoever. You’d made up your mind about Jake and that was that.
“You two will be phenomenal together,” Danny says, breaking the moment of silence. “Give it a go. Don’t just throw away your dreams of doing sugar plum just because of this.”
“I’m really not… it’s just… I really don’t wanna have to do that pas de deux with Jake.” His name spits out of you with pure distaste, making Danny laugh lightly. You can imagine the gentle shake of his head, too.
“Like I said… you two will be amazing,” Danny reiterates, tone warm and genuine. “Don’t stress it too much. Just do what you do best and I’m sure everything will be cool.”
<>
The first few days of rehearsing with Jake go… well, anything but smoothly. Things are rocky and feel out of place, some parts of the routine having to be changed to suite you and Jake, instead of you and your original partner, Anthony.
And today’s practice rolls around too quickly, just like the last three days have. You go to bed, only to wake up feeling like you only slept for a solid five minutes, before you have to get up and reconvene with Jake all over again.
For the first time since joining this professional company, it feels like actual work. Not that it isn’t always work, but you’ve not ever felt this genuinely frustrated by the thought of going to the studio.
The door of the building slams closed behind you, finally separating you from the chilly, early December air.
You make your way down the long hallway, towards the room that your instructor had originally assigned for you and Anthony to use for practicing your Pas De Deux, but has now been for you and Jake.
As you reach the door, you can’t hear anything from the other side of it, and you wonder if Jake is even around yet. In all fairness, you are incredibly early. However, you’ve come to know that Jake takes early to a whole new level.
You open up the door to find he’s nowhere to be seen. Though he isn’t present just yet, realization is like a slap across the face, as it has been each day since you’ve started rehearsing with Jake.
It hits you in a brand new wave. Every. Single Day: This is really happening. You are stuck with Jake from now, until the end of the run.
But, there’s never enough time to dwell on what’s already in motion - which you’ve come to realize that it’s probably better off that way. You shove all the thoughts and feelings stirring up, as far back as they will go, placing your bag and coffee down, so you can begin getting ready to warm up.
Unfortunately for you, not nearly enough time passes before the sound of the door handle is beckoning for your attention and Jake is stepping through the doorway.
You turn to face him, a tight lipped smile being the only thing he offers you as he turns around to close the door. So, you return the half-assed smile and go back to putting on your pointe shoes and stretching out.
The more you spend time rehearsing with him, the more you realize that truly, he’s absolutely gorgeous. Quite possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever had the pleasure of dancing with. But, it isn’t really feeling so much like a pleasure to actually be dancing with him.
You swallow down the annoyance already bubbling up, “Do you need to warm-“
“I warmed up already,” Jake cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “I’ve been here for a while working on my variation.”
He places his things down, then makes his way over to you.
The annoyance floods right back in like it never even left, “Alright, then.”
“Let’s work on those new pieces we added.” It comes out as a command, setting your body even more ablaze.
“No need to get all bossy, Jacob.” You bite rather harshly. “That’s what I’m here for. Not to just bullshit around.”
“I wasn’t-“ Jake stops himself short, the two words sounding very defensive and annoyed.
The audacity for HIM to be annoyed.
He sucks in a sharp breath, trying to calm himself. “I wasn’t trying to be commanding.”
“Whatever.” You glare up at him, filling the space between you with even more tension.
“We can just carefully skim through the whole thing, sans the lifts, if you’d like.”
He stares at you with what can only be read as a stunned expression for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and reaching up to roll the sleeves of his shirt.
“Ready?” Jake extends his hand out towards you, while clearly trying his best to release the unwanted tension in his shoulders.
You take his hand and let him guide you, stepping through slowly until you reach the first lift.
“Aaaand we’re skipping this part,” Jake sings in a mumble, moving with you into the next few steps.
You move with him flawlessly through it all, letting him guide you around the floor. It might even feel nice, if it isn’t for the raging distaste you have for him.
The softness of the which he handles you, doesn’t go unnoticed, though. You notice it almost right away and it slips you into a distracted daze, focusing more on the way his face keeps a calm and even expression and his body moves so fluently.
“Shit!” Jake hisses suddenly, quickly followed by a gasp from you as you bump into his body, causing you both to stumble. “Are you even paying attention?! Goddamn.”
“You grabbed my arm wrong.” You lie quickly, smirking internally as you watch pure annoyance start to show itself all over his face at even the suggestion that he’d messed up.
“You’re joking, right?” Jake snaps at you, practically burning holes into your head with his intense stare.
“No, I’m not joking.” You fire back, trying to make your eyes just as cold and harsh as his are, “There’s a lift there, Jacob.”
Any sort of normal, appropriate volume for the space the two of you occupy is suddenly out of the window completely.
“We aren’t even doing the fucking lifts right now!” Jake’s hands fly into the air dramatically.
“Jesus Christ. This is already giving me a fucking headache.” Your fingers rub at your temples and you fight to not raise you voice like Jake just had. “Let’s just start over? We can do the damn lifts this time, if that makes you happier.”
“Just don’t fucking kill yourself.” Jake mumbles, adjusting the bun hanging lowly at the back of his head.
“If something happens to me, it’ll be because you’ve dropped me.” You scoff, emphasizing with an intense eye roll. “And I wouldn’t put that past you.”
For once, you seem to have stunned him into silence for a brief moment.
“Are you not capable of just fucking practicing?” Jake questions, dropping his arms down to his sides, his shoulders slumping. “Or is it always just going to be a bitching contest?” He takes a step closer to you, pointing and finger at your face. “Because if so, I fucking quit. They can find you a new partner.”
There’s barely a beat of crippling silence before he’s adding on, “And good luck getting your shit together with him before dress rehearsal in three days.”
Your jaw drops as shock washes over you. The first instinct of your body is to simply just reach up and smack him, however, it’s not worth the consequences that will surely follow such an action.
Getting down on the floor, you start frantically untying your pointe shoes.
“What are you doing?” Jake’s volume is still a little too loud for a place of work. “Get up.”
“I have a fucking better idea-“ You pull both pointe shoes off quickly and stand back up. “Find yourself a new partner, dick.”
With that, you storm over to your bag and drop your pointe shoes inside. You grab your regular shoes and your bag, not even turning back to look at him as you make your way to the door.
So much force is put behind your movements as you jerk the door open and slam it closed as you leave.
“Woah, there, hot stuff…” Josh greets you, with an air of caution to his tone. “What’s got you so pissed off?”
“Your twin.” You respond flatly. No emotion for him to gauge in your tone whatsoever as you continue storming down the hallway.
“Right, right… Cause he got…” he sighs, trailing off.
“Yeah…”
“How about we go take a little break?” Josh suggests as he catches up with you, stopping you in your tracks. “I was about to go grab some coffee on my way home, but you can come along and i’ll just bring you back here after?”
Though, you aren’t sure if you’ll even want to come back yet, you give him a slight nod, and that’s all he needs before his arm is motioning for you to follow him.
The two of you walk to his car in silence for a minute, until you’re both inside and buckled in.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Josh asks as he starts his car.
A strained sigh forces its way out of your lungs.
“I mean…He’s just…” you pause, trying to word yourself carefully as you don’t want to disrespect Josh by talking so harshly about his brother.
But Josh beats you to the proper words you’re searching so hard for. “Hard to work with?”
You hold back the scoff that bubbles up in your throat. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”
Much to your surprise, a genuine giggle leaves Josh’s lips as he drives through the little bit of lunch hour traffic lingering on the streets of the city.
“You don’t have to sugar coat it, love,” he assures you, flashing you a quick smile. “I know he can be a bit… mm…difficult.”
“He acts like I’m not also just as much of a perfectionist! I don’t get it!” Your hands gesture up for emphasis, slamming back down into your lap with a soft smack. “I felt like I was having to walk on egg shells earlier.”
“I wish I could sit here and tell you that things will get better, but…” Josh trails off, running his hand over his face. “This part is stressing him out. He never expected to be doing it… I know he doesn’t want to fuck it up. Now, that doesn’t excuse his actions, but just…give him some time. He will loosen up eventually. Hopefully…”
Despite Josh’s words being true, you don’t feel as though they’ve really soothed you very much, if at all.
“You haven’t danced with him in a really long time, either and you dance differently now. I mean that in a good way, but Jake is also having to learn how you work now, on top of everything on his end.” Josh adds, having sensed the uncertainty still lingering on your face.
“I’m not going to lie to you… I’ve been fucking up, too.” You tell him honestly. “Like our routine.”
Josh looks over at you, clearly surprised. “You? You’ve been fucking up?” He questions. “How? I watched you and Anthony do it just last week and it was beautiful!”
“I… I don’t know. I guess Jake just… makes me nervous?” You admit.
Josh turns his face towards the window, trying to hide the grin tugging at his lips until he can collect himself.
But before Josh even has the chance to formulate a response to that, you’re asking him the question that’s been burning your brain since you left the studio.
“Do you think he’ll still be there when we get back?” You ask him softly. The fear of having to go to your director and explain such an outburst between you and Jake, settling deep within your bones. Or worse, Jake has already gone to someone and explained the situation, ultimately kicking you from your role.
“I can assure you, he’ll be there when we get back.” Josh answers seriously. “He isn’t going anywhere.
The conversation about Jake drops for the remainder of your little adventure. Until you’re watching the studio slowly come back into your line of sight, as Josh drives the two of you back.
“What if he’s still mad?” You can’t help but bring the situation back to the surface.
Josh’s shoulders slump slightly, and he seems to be thinking about the best way to answer you. Because the sickening truth is, even he knows that Jake is probably still boiling below the surface, just waiting for another fuck up from you, or anyone else, to send him exploding all over again.
“Just… Don’t go back in guns blazing…” He tells you, trying to choose his words carefully. “Try to be level headed and just get as much practice in as you can. The more you dance, the less room you leave for talking…or an argument. Ya know, whichever... And hopefully, the nerves will ease up little by little, then he won’t have anything to be a shithead over.”
“Right. Because that really worked earlier.” You finally let the scoff you’ve been choking back slip out. “I’ll try again, anyway. Thank you, Josh.”
“Anytime, love. Anytime.” He waves you off with a smile as you close the door and head back inside.
“Hey!”
Just before you step inside, you hear Josh calling for you and you turn around to face him.
“If you need me to come back and beat his ass, just call!”
Your head falls back as a genuine laugh explodes from your lungs. The most you’ve laughed all day, really, and it feels lovely.
Shaking your head, it’s your turn to wave him off, trying to get inside before the cold starts to make your bones ache any more than it already has.
It’s quiet, as you’re reaching the later hours of the afternoon, daylight just barely lingering still.
You make your way down the hall, back to the dreaded, mirrored, room that you and Jake have to continue to share. Assuming he’s still here… or he hasn’t had you replaced and you just don’t know it yet.
When you reach the door, you can hear the familiar song playing from the other side. The doorknob is freezing cold beneath your hand, a drastic contrast to the heat of anger still somehow lingering in your body. Shoving it open slowly, careful not to disturb who you can only assume is Jake, you peak your head in first to see him practicing all on his own.
His movements are flawless. Each step he takes and every movement of his arms, so precise and strong. The white tights he’s wearing accentuate the muscles running throughout his legs, his black t-shirt hugging his shoulders just so. He holds himself with utmost confidence, his eyes never casting themselves to the floor, looking out into an imaginary audience, or at an imaginary partner, when his attention is meant to be focused on her.
Suddenly, you become very aware that you wish to be the one under that gentle, but attentive gaze of his - completely unlike the way he had looked at you earlier. While you may be his partner, he won’t ever look at you that way -gentle and attentive- until he’s on stage and even then, it likely won’t feel real. It will be nothing but acting. It stings, but you shove the sour feeling deep down inside you and step fully back into the room.
“Can you turn the music off for a second?” You ask him, trying to keep a cool and collected tone.
The sound of annoyance Jake lets out doesn’t miss your ears, despite the music still playing.
He walks over and pauses the music, turning to you with an expectant look - just waiting for you to have a damn good reason for essentially asking him to stop what he had been doing. As if the two of you don’t have a lot more work to do.
“I’m…sorry for earlier.” The words are a bit strained as they leave you. What’s to be expected, though? You don’t really want to apologize to him, but you know it’s the right thing to do.
“It’s alright.” Jake mutters, barely nodding his head in acknowledgement to your apology. “I’m sorry, too. Let’s just get back to it, yeah?”
You’re stunned for a moment by his returned apology, having not expected him to give you one at all. Although, you can’t bring yourself to open space for any hope that things are maybe going to get better from here. That’s something you won’t believe until you see it happening consistently. Besides, there’s still an obvious hint of something unpleasant in his tone.
“Yeah, okay…” you agree, sitting your things down. “If you want, we can just work on the lifts for a while… ya know, just for a change of pace.”
The air in the room seems thick with awkwardness, of which you’re not helping to aid at all, being that your tone is rapidly fueling it and Jake without a doubt takes notice of that.
Though, he continues to act completely immune to the awkwardness filling the space. Leaving you to suffer in it all on your own.
After only offering you but a short and flat, “Sure,” you and Jake move on to the lifts. Of which go smoothly… Until they don’t.
“Fucking-“ Jake grunts, arms wobbling slightly as you struggle to find your balance in his hands. “Shit!”
No sooner than the curse of annoyance and distress rumbles out of him, you’re plummeting almost to the ground, Jake’s arms catching you just in time to save you from completely hitting the floor.
“God damnit,” Jake sighs, running a hand over his face once you are standing on your own two feet again.
“This one is just… I can’t get my balance right.” You admit to him. At least you’re being truthful.
You aren’t really sure why you’re having so much trouble. You had done these exact same lifts just fine with Anthony for weeks before Jake even became Cavalier.
Perhaps it was the tension between you and Jake. The mutual, very strong dislike for one another. The lingering bit of hostility from your’s and Jake’s outburst, not even two whole hours ago…
Or his hands on my body… Wait-
You’re quick to interject on your own thoughts. You simply cannot stand the idea of letting your mind wander off with such thoughts about Jake. You refuse to feel that way.
“I see that.” Jake’s words are once again dripping with that same amount of aggravation from earlier - Of which had lead to you storming out on him.
He throws a judgmental glance your way, likely wondering how you even got sugar plum in the first place.
“Let’s try again.” Jake steps behind you, placing his hands on your body just so, adjusting his stance as he prepares to lift you up into the air. Hopefully with more elegance and grace than the first time. “I’m going to count to three, and then you jump.”
You think you’re taking advantage of the fact that he can’t see your face, rolling your eyes at his commanding tone. Much to your misfortune, you seem to have briefly forgotten that you’re both facing a wall, perfectly lined with large mirrors.
“Can you drop the fucking attitude, for god’s sake?” Jake snaps in question, his hands squeezing where they’re planted just above your hips.
If looks could kill, the glare you send him through the mirror would have surely taken him out cold. “How bold of you to point fingers on someone’s attitude. I’m not the only one with an apparent attitude problem here.”
“I’m sorry? In case you haven’t noticed, you are the reason i’m irritated.” Jake is slowly starting to seethe again. You can tell by the way his jaw has clenched itself painfully tight.
You ignore his comment, just staring at him blankly for a moment before finally speaking up.
“Just…count to three. And lift me.” You enunciate your words firmly, sucking in a deep breath in attempts to prepare yourself.
Jake on the other hand, releases a long breath, rolling his shoulders back in hopes to relax his body, at least a little bit. “Fine, then.”
“One…” He begins to count, checking his grip on your waist. “Two…Three.”
The second he speaks the last number, you’re jumping just enough for him to gain the leverage needed to lift you up into the air above his head.
“Good. Good!” Jake praises from below you, watching you attentively through the mirror.
“Tighten your core just a little more,” He tells you, lowering you slightly as you start to wobble a bit. “Yeah, there you go.” He lifts you back up where you’re supposed to be. “Now, hold it.”
You extend your arms out, focusing solely on holding your pose. There’s still the slightest shake to your position, but you hold it pretty successfully, despite that.
“There it is.” The prideful tone of Jake’s voice makes you smile internally, though you’d spend your last drops of energy on keeping said smile off of your face for him to physically see.
“Okay, I’m gonna bring you down now…”
Jake slowly lowers you back down and you hold your next position until you feel your pointe shoe touch the hard floor.
“Thank fuck,” you sigh, relieved that it was somewhat smooth.
Of course, Jake can’t let the slightest little fuck up slide.
‘Everything has to be perfect, at least in his mind.’
“It was still shaky as hell.” Jake complains, giving a dramatic gesture with his hand.
You suck in a quick, sharp breath. The anger resurfacing is nearly blinding, clouding your vision in a red hue that you can’t hardly believe is really there.
“How do you suppose I fix that, then? Hm?” Your voice drips with a venom that’s so unlike you, normally.
“You practice more.” Jake says, as if it’s the most obvious fucking thing. Like you should have already known that.
“Wow. What prophetic fucking advice, Jake. I appreciate it,” you scoff, crossing your arms like a pouting child.
“Since you obviously don’t think you need it, let’s run it, then. Start to finish.” Jake suggests, knowing good and well he just wants to try and prove a point.
With a cool shrug of your shoulders, you agree. “Fine.”
Jake saunters over to his phone, where it lays right by the speaker sitting on one of the chairs, and presses play.
The familiar and oh-so beautiful orchestration starts to fill the room - it brings butterflies of realization to life in your stomach. This is your dream role and while you may be doing it with the absolute last person you would have ever picked on your own, you know in the end, once the two of you work out the kinks of your mutual dislike, you will be a flawless pair.
You take your first few steps that lead you to Jake, where you finally come to meet in the middle and delicately, you lay your hand atop of his palm. His fingers close carefully around your hand, then, lifting your arm above the two of you to slowly spin you around.
There seems to by a shift in the energy within the room and between the two of you, and it’s most certainly a welcomed shift.
As you continue through the routine, the new found comfort of dancing with him slowly overtakes you. Unfortunately, the burning sensation his hands leave in their wake as they help guide you, is making it harder and harder to focus. And of course, that only makes frustration bubble within you.
*Why can’t I dance with him? Why does he have to affect me so much? I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me.
Questions upon questions bounce around in your mind, inevitably distracting you from the important task at hand. It’s dangerous waters to swim in, the closer you get to the crescendo of the song; running the risk of one of you getting hurt somehow by lack of focus.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
You internally chant the word to yourself, desperately trying your best to pull your mind back to one collective place.
“Come back to me.” Jake’s tone is firm but not angry, as he prepares to bring you into the first lift.
Here goes nothing.
Forcing your brain to remain solely honed in on the task at hand, Jake’s hands find your waist and in the blink of an eye, he’s hoisting you into the air, much smoother and more elegantly than the first time.
And by some complete miracle, the first few lifts go flawlessly. Jake even finds it in himself to give a few mumbles of praise and encouragement as you go.
That confidence and momentum doesn’t carry through nearly as long as you hoped it would, though.
As the music builds and builds up to the first of what you would consider the “big” lifts, your heart rate increases. Suddenly your hands are clammy and a little shaky, and your stomach has twisted itself into a sickening knot.
Jake’s so into it, that you can’t bare the idea of asking him to stop, simply because your nerves have taken over. So, you continue into the lift, against your better judgement.
You make it into the air without much trouble, but as Jake brings you down into the next move, your form breaks and causes him to nearly drop you.
“Goddamn it!”
“Oh, my god!”
Both of your exclamations and curses fly out at the same time, only startling each other even more.
“Jesus christ, I knew you weren’t ready for that!” Jake shouts, hands running over his face as the adrenaline and realization of how hurt you could have just gotten, pumps through his entire body. “Do you even realize how fucking hurt you could have gotten just now?!”
“I am ready!” You argue right back, completely ignoring the hint of concern he was displaying for you.
“No, you are fucking not!” Jake’s voice booms, like a bang of thunder that shakes houses, after lightning has struck something. “We wouldn’t be having so much goddamn trouble if you were!”
“I didn’t have all these problems with Anthony,” you point out, matching his unruly volume. You even dare to take a step closer to him.
“What’s the difference?!” He practically screams, taking a step equal to the one you’d just taken. “We’re doing the same routine, for the same show! What. Is. The difference?!”
“Because you’re, you!” Your arms fly up into the air, before smacking back down against your sides.
Jake tilts his head back almost challengingly. “I’m what?”
“You’re the favorite! The one Everyone wants to have the fucking pleasure of dancing with!” You emphasize your words dramatically as you yell nearly right in his face. “You never fuck up anything! Ever!”
“And does that make you jealous?” Jake questions, his tone becoming smug and arrogant.
“No, it doesn’t make me jealous! It makes me nervous!”
Though half of the sentence is a lie; it definitely makes you both jealous and nervous, as soon as the words leave your mouth, you want to snatch them out of the air and shove them back in.
“Really?” Jake raises his eyebrows at you. “Nervous, huh?”
“Yes! Nervous, you fucking asshole!” You yell. “You’re arrogant as all hell and it’s absolutely insufferable, in case anyone hasn’t told you! It’s a nightmare trying to work with someone who is constantly picking apart every little move you make!”
“First of all-“ Jake wraps his hand around your pointed finger and shoves it roughly out of his face. “-Get your finger out of my damn face. And stop fucking yelling at me.” His eyes burn through yours, knocking you down a notch, but you refuse to outwardly show it. “Second, you shouldn’t be talking. You get everything handed to you, like the perfect, pretty little thing you are. You hardly have to work for shit.”
You snatch your finger out of his grip and immediately fire back at him. “I don’t get anything fucking handed to me.”
“But you do!” Jake chides, hardly making a legitimate point.
“No, YOU DO, Jake!” And now you’re back to screaming, throat threatening to go raw by the strain you’re putting on it. “How do you think we got here in the first fucking place!”
“If I got everything handed to me, don’t you think I would have had this from the beginning?!” Jake nearly closes the little space between the two of you, with one more step. “Don’t you think I would have gotten it first, instead of Anthony?!”
A wicked smirk grows on your face. “Right, right. So you’re just their backup, huh?” You watch as Jake’s face grows red and his eyes flash with rage. “Not even good enough to be cast as Cavalier the first time, are you?”
“You should be concerned about the fact that we start dress rehearsals in two days and you can’t even get all the damn lifts right.” Jake jabs.
His close proximity is making it hard to think anymore, the features of his beautiful, anger-hardened face proving to be a major distraction from the comeback you should have been already able to conjure up.
“Well, they- their hopes can’t be but so high, now that they’ve had to settle for you.”
Jake’s jaw visibly tenses, causing the muscles to protrude around his cheekbones and down his neck, the crease between his brows setting in even deeper.
Before you can even bat an eye, or open your mouth to add a little more gasoline to the already raging fire, Jake’s hand is tightly wrapping itself around the back of your neck.
“Is this entertaining you?” You can see Jake’s free hand gesture about, through your peripheral vision. “Being a little bitch?”
You’re frozen, stuck in place - not only because of his grip on you, but because you can’t decide if you actually want to move away.
One might find that name absolutely enraging, but apparently you don’t, considering the way your cunt throbs as the word travels from his mouth, to your ears.
“Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth.
“Would that make you less bitchy? If you fucked me? Hm?” Jake taunts, clearly taking in the newfound enjoyment he’s getting out of this.
“Call me a bitch again.” You say threateningly, but it holds no real weight. You just want to keep up the fight a little longer, perhaps a bit too addicted to the way he’s making your blood boil.
“Or what?” Jake all but growls, leaning his face in, so that he’s right next to your ear. “Are you gonna storm out of here like earlier? Like the little fucking brat you are?”
Your skin is screaming to feel his lips. They’re mere inches from your skin, the heat of his breath casting a heat that almost resembles when you sit just a little too close to a campfire.
“I bet you’d perform a lot better if I fucked you.” Jake speaks the wondering thought out loud. “Trained you to be a good little dancer for me.”
“Jake…” you sigh, chest heaving rapidly.
“What?” Jake seethes. “No smart ass comeback? No attitude?” He slides his other arm around your back, but doesn’t pull you quite close enough for your body to touch his. “Come on. Say something else. I dare you.”
Your thoughts spin around themselves as you attempt to conjure up another snarky comment, while Jake’s eyes stare intensely into yours, occasionally flickering down to your lips and right back up.
Finally, it comes to you.
“I’m not taking insults from a boy who probably can’t even fuck me hard enough to keep me out of rehearsal tomorrow.”
The silence that falls between you and Jake is deafening. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, hear the blood running hot beneath your skin. If you listen close enough, you might even hear Jake’s heartbeat banging against his own ribcage, too.
Neither of you move for what feels like an eternity, only adding to the tension that’s already about to burst at the seams.
Jake’s mouth opens and closes quickly, but he still doesn’t speak - only adding to the torment of the moment. Anticipation fills you up so much, you feel like you may start throwing it up.
Slowly, Jake’s eyes narrow until they’re practically shut, and his hand tightens around the back of your neck tightens.
“Are you challenging me, sugar?” The name typically used for endearment, spits out of him like it’s anything but sweet. He’s so cleverly alluding to your role as sugar plum.
“I-If that’s how you wanna see it, go ahead.” You half choke out. Your words are becoming less and less intimidating and lethal as the moments go by. “Since you want to try and prove a point soo badly.”
“I don’t think you deserve anything else from me today.” Jake says, not even bothering to fight off the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
Shock fills you up the second the words float out from his mouth and you’re even more shocked at the way disappointment comes along to mix in with it. You may have been annoyed with him for petty shit before, but now you’re genuinely upset.
“W-what…?” The word is barely audible coming from your breathless lungs.
Jake lets go of you and steps away, taking little steps backwards in the direction of his things. The expression adorning his face is downright evil.
“I think you heard me loud and clear.” Jake shrugs, grabbing up his things. He doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes - likely just leaving you to go off to a different room and practice alone.
You watch him, completely dumbfounded as he makes his way to the door, not even giving you glance as he goes by.
The door opening feels so obnoxious, given the newfound silence hanging between the two of you. He’s about to step over the threshold, but turns around to face you one more time.
“See you tomorrow.” He glances over you for a moment, tongue visibly poking the inside of his cheek. “And you better not fuck up.”
<>
After a horrendous night filled with constant tossing and turning, the cool light of the gloomy morning wakes you up out of the sleep, that has only just found you a few hours ago.
Begrudgingly, you force yourself to get out of bed and take a shower, then dig out a pair of tights and one of your favorite leotards. And as much as you don’t want to acknowledge it, the brief question of whether or not Jake will like it, plants itself in your head. It’s black, with long sleeves, and the daintiest lace details at the top around the chest.
You force the thought away immediately. The mere mental thought of Jake making your body tense with anger, and… whatever the hell is left lingering from last night’s little… moment.
The drive to the studio is severely uneventful. Music being the only thing to keep you company throughout the short trip over there.
Seems like you’ve been living there these last few days. Which, might not be so bad if Jake wasn’t such a constant thorn in your side.
As the studio comes into view, a lump over nerves nearly makes you choke. Last night’s interesting turn, still at the forefront of your memory, despite your efforts in trying to ignore it.
You grab all your things and make your way to the door, walking as quickly as you possibly could to get out of the cold air. A swift glance around the parking lot as you go, is enough to see that Jake’s car is nowhere to be seen.
There’s no denying the relief that washes over you. Perhaps you’ll actually be free of Jake for a little longer than normal, to perfect some things by yourself, without the intense and judgmental stare of Jake’s eyes.
Just as you’ve hoped, as you walk down the hallway to your room, there’s nothing but silence on the other side of the door. But just to be safe, you slowly push it open and peak in, only to confirm that Jake is nowhere to be seen.
You take the opportunity to practice certain pieces of the pas alone, hoping to work through most of the imperfections that Jake has pointed out, time and time again.
What you don’t realize though, is how much time actually passes as you fall into a zone. Completely locked in on what you’re doing, practically floating around as though Jake is there to guide you, except you’re doing it all on your own.
Little did you know, Jake is standing at the door… admiring you just like you had done to him yesterday. For him, it’s different; his moment or slight admiration and ogling. He doesn’t have nearly as much trouble admitting to himself that he finds you ridiculously attractive and talented.
Will he say that directly to you? It isn’t likely, but to himself, he absolutely will. Although, the odds of him telling you his thoughts, are far more likely than you vocalizing your’s to him.
Jake stands, body halfway slipped between the cracked door, intently and quietly watching you. Until finally, you turn and your stop brings you to perfect face the door.
The sudden sight of Jake makes your entire body jolt, startled and unprepared to see him in such a random way.
“Jake!” You half screech, your hand coming to grasp at your now aching chest.
“My bad.” The softest chuckle dances with his words. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine…” you mumble.
Looking at him for the first time since last night is… definitely different, to say the very least.
The air in the room has shifted and it feels so heavy that it may crush you. Given Jake’s cocky strutting across the room, you guess that he doesn’t feel it the way that you do, or he’s doing a really good job at ignoring it. Like he always does. Yet another thing about him that you envy; his ability to be so unaffected.
“You- uhm… How long were you watching from the door?” You ask him timidly, chancing a quick glance at him as he sits down his things.
“Long enough to see that you’re perfectly capable of a flawless and confident routine.” Jake replies, bringing a soft, pink tint to your cheeks. “Which I suppose is great, except you can’t seem to do that with me.” His tone is the slightest bit playful, but you can’t ignore the way it claws at your skin.
“A bit early to be making digs, don’t you think, Jake?” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting the death glare he’s sure to throw towards you any second now.
But it doesn’t come. He just ignores your little muse all together, continuing to stretch and warm up.
Silence falls over you both, as you work on a few moves on the opposite side of the room in front of the mirrors.
Occasionally, you glance over your shoulder through the mirror at Jake, but you don’t let your eyes linger on him for too long, in favor of not getting caught and the refusal to let yourself get carried away.
After a few minutes, you catch a glimpse of Jake getting up and setting up his phone with the speakers, before making his way towards you and finally speaking up.
“Ready to run this thing?” He rubs his hands together in front of him.
“As I’ll ever be,” you mumble in response and follow him back over to the middle of the floor.
Jake steps back to his phone and presses play, bringing the beautiful instrumental to life throughout the whole room.
It eases you, much to your surprise. But not enough to ignore the fires that Jake’s hands seem to be lightning, gradually, all over your body in each place that he touches you.
You do your absolute best to try and remain calm and collected, focusing solely on the dance and nothing else.
Further and further you sink into the routine, and so does Jake. It’s evident in the electric energy that’s suddenly buzzing throughout
the room. The way Jake’s eyes stare into yours so intensely, it makes your knees want to give out beneath your weight. The passion of which he’s exuding…
The way he grips your body to lift you up into the air, unintentionally gripping you harder and harder with each passing lift, until you’re certain he’s going to crush you.
You’re not sure what exactly snaps in your brain, but when it snaps, there is no going back.
"Jesus fucking christ- Put me down!" You yell over the music and Jake immediately brings you back down on your own two feet, but not exactly gently.
"Fuck- what now?!” Jake hisses through his labored breathing. “Can you not go two minutes without bitching?!”
"You have a fucking death grip on me!” You grab at his bicep for emphasis. “Are you trying to bruise me!?”
“You should feel so lucky.” Jake spits back, sarcasm mixing with cockiness in his tone.
“Oh, shut the fuck up Jacob!” You screech in his face. “The last thing I want is you leaving any kind of marks on my body.”
“Trust me, princess, I'm not interested anyway." Jake fumes, face red and jaw set tight, nose glistening with the lightest layer of sweat.
“I’m not either!” It feels like a lie, the second it leaves your mouth. But the volume behind your words, masks the way you hardly believe it yourself. “You’re just an arrogant, self centered, asshole, who always has to get his own fucking way with everything!”
“And you're a fucking bitch who never knows when to shut her mouth." Jake practically growls, his face just inches from yours.
"You’re such a piece of shit." You retaliate lowly.
"Back atcha, princess.” Jake grits, the muscles in his cheeks and neck pulsing rapidly.
"Stop. Fucking. Calling me that.” You demand.
"No.” Jake shakes his head, pushing his tongue into his cheek. “No, I don’t think I will.” He adds. "All you ever do is bitch and complain about me doing something wrong and it's so irritating. I know what the hell i I'm doing. I'm a fucking professional. It is not my fault that you're so goddamn picky about every little thing!"
"Well, excuse me for wanting to do this perfectly!” You shout back at him, praying internally that this explosion between the two of you hasn’t drawn any attention outside of the room.
"How ironic.” Jake chuckles humorlessly. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Sugar plum, but you're not even close to it.”
"It would be perfect if you didn't grab me like a caveman!” You chide, feeling the sting of Jake’s words prickling under your skin.
"It would be perfect if you stopped squirming every time i lift you!” Jake argues, throwing his hands into the air.
"Maybe if I fucking trusted you, I wouldn't get nervous when you have me in the air!” You shoot back.
“You know that’s not really why you get shaky when I lift you, but whatever.” Jake scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Maybe aybe if you weren't such a hateful little shit, you'd be able to at least pretend to trust me."
"You. Are insufferable.” You turn to walk away from him, leaving Jake glued to his spot as his brain processes what he’s about to say.
"And you clearly need to be put in your goddamn place." Jake says, stopping you in your tracks.
You turn back around to face him, taking a few little steps forward defiantly. "I fucking dare you to try.”
The challenge spits out of you, and not a bit of you thinks he’ll really see it, considering he had the opportunity last night and trashed it.
"You couldn't handle it.” Jake says simply. His words only raise your anger somehow.
"I hate you.” You seethe, closing in on him with a pointed finger.
"Not nearly as much as I fucking hate you.” He flashes you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, immediately dropping his face back to his previous, stone cold expression.
The tension hanging in the room is so thick, even a chainsaw would likely struggle to cut it. A deafening silence falls over the two of you, nothing but the sounds of both your heavy breaths to fill it.
Your teeth are so tightly gritted together, you worry they may shatter any second now as you await his next move. Because you certainly are not backing down first, from this eerily silent stand off.
Jake’s face is still sharp and set with anger, not even a glimmer of that chocolaty brown left in his eyes.
Just as you open your mouth to foolishly provoke him even more, he’s lunging for you, roughly gripping either side of your face as his lips sloppily crash into yours. You can’t stop yourself from kissing him back. He tastes intoxicating in the best and worst way. A drug that now that you’ve had just a taste of, you aren’t sure you’ll be able to put it down.
Haphazardly, Jake starts guiding you backwards towards the barre, not even breaking the kiss to make sure that’s where he is going. Like a man about to die of thirst, he drinks in the whimper that you release, as your back collides with the barre. His hands find your wrists, and he shoves them up above your head and pins them there.
“Tell me to stop.” He huffs out through rapid breaths, free hand staying planted on the wall by your arm.
"I thought you were putting me in my place.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Or are you all talk?"
Jake just growls, swiftly reaching down to cup your heat, making you gasp desperately. His foot kicks your legs farther apart, middle and ring fingers stroking over you so lightly, you could scream.
Except you can’t. You’ve been struck with utter speechlessness, thanks to the sudden advance and the merciless ache he’s creating between your legs.
“What? Nothing to say now?” Jake questions tauntingly. “I think this is the longest you've been quiet around me. It’s truly a nice change"
“M-maybe you're just not doing a good enough job," you stutter, pressing yourself into the palm of his hand.
"The way you’re stuttering and the wet spot that I can feel right here, says otherwise.” Jake’s fingers tap against you.
You let out an exhale that is dripping with attitude, but make no move to break away from Jake. And you won’t, really. You both know that at this point.
“Do you get tired?” Jake mumbles, leaning in to ghost his lips over your cheek. They trace around, until he settles on your ear. “Do you get tired of being so defiant? Being a fucking brat and causing me so many stresses? Does it get you off?”
“What if it does?” You answer in a whisper, trying to turn your head towards his, but he isn’t having it.
His hand comes up from between your legs and wraps around your throat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact.
“Let’s get something clear,” Jake starts lowly, his voice rumbling like nearby thunder as he begins to warn you. “Drop the fucking games, or I’ll make sure to fuck you so hard, you’ll have to fucking crawl your way out of here tonight.”
“I will never give you such satisfaction.” You know you’re about to eat these words, but you can’t find it within your being to care.
Faster than what your brain is capable of processing at this point, Jake is turning you around to face the mirror, leaving you no choice but to grip the barre in front of you.
“Then take it.” Jake says, pressing himself against your ass and wrapping his other hand around your jaw. “Take everything I fucking give you, right here. And when I’m done-“ He uses the grip to turn your head towards the door. “-I can’t wait to watch you limp to that fucking door.”
Jake’s hand abandons your jaw, his fingers hooking themselves around the top of your leotard and pushing it off your shoulders. You help him work it off your body from the front, until it finally falls down around your ankles. As you move to step out of it, he stops you.
“Ah. Don’t.” Jake uses his own leg to halt the movement of your own. “Leave it there.”
You huff, but place your foot back where it was, leaving your leo pooling on the floor around your feet.
Jake’s hands work their way up for your hips, to your shoulders, before his dull nails scratch down your back just enough to make your muscles tense and cover you in goosebumps. He repeats the action one more time, watching your body shiver under his touch in amusement.
“Beg me.” Jake commands, dipping the tips of his fingers into the waistband of your tights.
“What?” You meet his eyes through the mirror, both of you taking notice of the pink tint your cheeks take on.
“I said, Beg. Me.” Jake repeats himself, but not without placing some firmness behind his tone.
“For what?” You spit the question like it’s drenched in poison, though, you know good and well what he’s asking you to beg for.
In a blink, Jake bends down just slightly and yanks your tights down until they’re sitting just around your knees.
“Aren’t you gonna take them off?” You ask him through a scoff.
“I only take off the clothes of good girls,” Jake smirks slyly from behind you. “And you’re most certainly not one of those. Are you?”
You don’t answer him, mostly because you’re hyper focused on the way the air feels cool against your cunt, the slip of your inner thighs from the arousal soaking them and the fact that Jake is the one that has caused it.
A swift smack to your ass pulls you back to him, though.
“Are you?” Jake asks again. You can see his hand drawn back through the mirror, prepared to deliver another blow.
“No,” you finally answer, not nearly loud enough.
Smack.
“Louder.” Jake demands.
“No, I-I’m not.” Your voice cracks as you raise your volume up, hoping it will suit him.
“That’s better.” Jake attaches his lips itno your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the muscles as his fingers unexpectedly slip through your folds.
“Ah, fuck!” You cry, squirming slightly at the pleasurable pain of his teeth biting just enough to leave a bruise, paired with the coolness of his fingers. You’re ever so slowly losing your own game of defiance.
“Aw, do you not like it rough, sugar plum?” Jake asks, feigning sympathy for you as he lets his fingers tease around your dripping heat.
“I- I told you I can take it,” you remind him, but it’s hardly as believable as earlier.
“Yeah?” Jake pulls his hand away from you and smacks it across your hand again, the wetness coating his fingers making it sting just a little more.
“Jake, come on,” you beg, dying for him to pay your throbbing clit some attention, even though it likely won’t be for long.
“Oh, so now she begs…” Jake scoffs, returning his fingers to your core.
Instead of going where he knows you want them the most, he slowly sinks a finger into you, curling it upwards upon hearing your whiny moan. The force at which his finger curls into, sends you lurching forward, damn near hitting your head against the glass of the mirror.
His free hand reaches up to grip at your jaw again, forcing your head up to look at him.
“How’s that feel? Hm?” He asks, voice low and gravely, like it has to travel over rocks before it reaches your ears.
Adding in a finger, the thrusts of his fingers become deeper and the sweet curl into that spot that has your knees buckling, grow harder and more intentional - hitting the same sweet spot over and over and over again.
“Goddamn, Jake…” you moan breathily, eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” Jake commands, emphasizing his words with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers.
How he’s managing to reach these untouched places inside of you, you’ll likely never know, but you don’t really care. You force your eyes open and meet his reflection. Tendrils of his hair have fallen out of his bun, framing his face so perfectly. His eyes are dark and dancing with lust and more emotions that are too entangled to place.
“You feel like you’re about to cum…” Jake observes, pulling his soaked fingers out and wrapping his arm around your waist to reach your aching and horribly neglected bundle of nerves.
The circles he’s drawing over you are quick and tight, enough to throw you into an orgasm and completely wipe your mind blank in the process. It’s almost too much pleasure.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Jake snaps, cracking his hand against your cunt, before returning to the dizzying circles.
You open your mouth to smart off, but the second your lips part, the most feral moan you’ve ever heard come from your own lungs, bursts right out of you.
“You’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re moaning instead of bitching.” Jake comments, leaning in to bite at your shoulder again.
You don’t have much wriggle room this time, as his grip around your neck keeps your firmly in place as he bites all along your neck and shoulder.
“Jake!” You whimper, so close to sounding more like a sob.
You want to jerk away from his far too skilled fingers, but you don’t want to run from the earth-shattering orgasm that he’s steadily dragging you towards.
“Do not cum yet.” Jake says against your skin, but his fingers don’t stop.
“Jake, i-“
“Nope. Don’t fucking cum yet.” Jake says again in a much harsher tone.
He’s pushing you. Seeing just how much you can take, how long you can keep yourself dangling you over that steep edge before you’re crying and pleading with him to stop, because you just can’t hold it anymore.
And you’re not far from that, as hot tears sting the corners of your eyes and the knot in your belly is aching and screaming for release.
“Fuck, I can’t-“ You choke out, gripping the barre so hard that your knuckles are paper white. Even your knees have started to slightly bend, forcing Jake to bend down with you in order to not lose the contact. “I can’t, Jake! Please, just let me!”
“Fuck no.” Jake snaps, bringing his fingers to an agonizing stop before removing them from you completely. “What makes you think you’ve earned it?”
Jake’s hands abandon you and just barely, you catch sight of him pushing his own tights and underwear down to his thighs, fully revealing himself to you, hard and practically soaked with pre cum.
As much as you want to hate every bit of this, you can’t wait have him buried inside of you. The way you imagine it will feel to have him stretching you out, hitting all the perfect places inside of you, is replacing all coherent thoughts in your brain.
“Fuck,” Jake groans, stroking himself a few times. “Goddamn how did you fucking get me like this?”
Reaching forward with his opposite hand to grip your hip tightly, he lines himself up and pushes in to the hilt, his dark eyes intently watching your face contort in pleasure.
“Yeah? You like this?” Jake asks, his words slightly rushed from his own pleasure as he moves in and out of you a few times. “Can’t believe this is all I needed to do to get you to shut your pretty fucking mouth.”
All you can do is moan. You’re far too gone to come up with a good and bratty response to that. Besides, you coming to not mind the way he sounds degrading you. It’s addicting, just like his fingers and cock.
Your chest heaves with anticipation as he continues his slow thrusts. One of his hands ventures up your spine from your hip, stopping to firmly grip your shoulder for more leverage.
“You think your dancing has imperfections now?” Jake growls into your ear, his black t-shirt grazing your bare back. “Just wait until you come in and try to dance tomorrow.”
Jake pulls nearly all the way out of you before slamming himself right back in without warning, setting the most relentless pace possible.
A choked moan rips its way out of you, the pleasure of Jake’s cock pounding into you, shooting through your whole body in debilitating waves.
“Come on, sugar plum,” Jake taunts through labored breaths. “Mouth off some more. M’sure you have plenty to say now, don’t you?”
“F-Fuck you…” You force the two strangled words out through your throat, through an array of moans a high pitched whines.
Using his bruising hold on your hip and shoulder, he brings you back to meet his thrust, driving himself even deeper with each stroke.
You can feel the pleasure shooting down through your legs, all the way down to the tips of your toes - sore and likely blistered from your pointe shoes. The sensations popping up all over your body, make you feel like you’re choking on air - little hiccups of whines and ragged, loud breaths being all that makes it out of you.
Jake’s sounds of pleasure aren’t lost on you, though. The deep grunts and growls, an occasional higher whimper falling in here and there. But god, his voice… the way he talks to you. That, you’re sure, will be what drives you into the life changing high that’s finally starting to rebuild itself within you.
“Oh, my god, Jake…” You croak, wishing you could hold onto him. Sink your nails into his shoulders and run them down his back, or arms. Anything.
“Are you gonna cry for me when you cum? Huh?” Jake asks tauntingly, raising his voice slightly to ensure you hear him over your constant moans. His hand travels from your shoulder down to your cunt, and he begins swirling his fingers over your clit.
You writhe in his hold, forcing him to wrap his other arm around your waist, the palm of his hand splaying over your chest to hold you against him.
“Nuh uh, this is what you fucking wanted, so take it.” Jake growls lowly into your ear, kissing the side of your neck just below it.
It feels too good. Way too good. You’re just waiting for your body to short circuit, as Jake continues to mercilessly pound into you, expertly toying with your clit as he does so.
“Look at yourself,” Jake scoffs, sliding his hand up from your chest to your jaw. ��So fucked out and pathetic. You gonna leave looking like this?” His eyes scan over the little bruises littering your shoulders and neck. “Gonna show everyone that their pretty, sweet, sugar plum is just a little whore?”
Words have completely fled from you, as have the loud moans you were emitting before. You’ve dwindled down to nothing but a constantly open mouth, with hoarse and uneven breaths panting out, makeup running and strands of hair falling out of your bun, as your orgasm slowly pulls you under.
“Ja- Jake!” You sob, a deep ache settling low in your stomach. “I- I’m s- I-…”
“Give it up, pretty. Go on…” Jake encourages, his thrusts just barely faltering as you begin fluttering around him. “F- Fucking. Give it to me.”
The orgasm that takes hold of you, nearly ravages you. It’s head-spinning, body numbing. So all consuming that your vision and hearing go out entirely, for what feels like an eternity. Your lungs burn as your body locks in place, until you’re finally able to suck in a gasping breath and release the most pornographic cry into the room. It echos and bounces around, and Jake is quickly committing it to memory.
Faintly, as Jake delivers a few more paralyzing thrusts, you can hear him cursing under his breath. Groaning as he pulls out quickly, removing his hand from around you to work himself through his own high and spilling his release over your lower back.
His fingers have yet to come to a stop over you, even through his orgasm. You frantically grab for his wrist, whining desperately as overstimulation takes you for a dizzying spin.
Barely having regained his composure, Jake turns you around, pressing his body flush against yours as he sinks his fingers into you and uses his thumb to continue working your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Jake, please! It’s too much, please!” You beg him, more tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
“You’re a tough girl, right?” Jake mocks, kissing your cheek with a wicked smirk on his lips. “You can take one more.”
“Jacob, please!” You beg him again, unsure of how you’re even holding yourself up anymore.
“Hush.” Jake commands, watching you with dark eyes as you start fall back into another high.
Your head falls back against the glass with a soft thud, eyes screwed tightly shut and mouth hanging agape just like before.
“That’s it, sugar plum,” Jake rasps. “You’ll give me one more because I said so. Good girl.”
Those last two little words do you in. It isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still does you in, nonetheless. Your legs tremble beneath you, the muscles in your stomach clenching as you come undone for him again.
As you come down, Jake carefully withdraws his hand from you - soaked and glistening with your release.
You watch his movements with hooded eyes, as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean of you.
“Like sugar…” He hums with a shit eating grin. “How fitting.”
Bending down, Jake guides your tights back up, followed by your leo - pulling it up just to your chest.
He then takes a step back from you, pulling his own tights back up over his hips, eyes never leaving your face as you watch him in slight, post-orgasm confusion.
“It’s late,” he speaks up calmly, taking slow steps backwards. “I’ll see you back here tomorrow. Same time.”
You watch him in walk away disbelief, as you attempt to follow after him on weak and shaky legs. By the time you reach him, he’s already flinging his back over his shoulder.
He turns towards you, tossing you a little jar without any warning.
Your hands shoot out to catch it just in time to save it from shattering all over the floor and upon a little examination, you read, ‘Epsom Salt’ written across a little sticky note, taped to the side.
“Might wanna soak in a nice little bath tonight,” he suggests as he heads towards the door.
You watch him pull it open and step out, still completely speechless and rightfully exhausted, your mind spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts about what the hell just happened.
“I need those to be working tomorrow.” Jake adds smugly, quickly pointing at your legs. “Oh, and cover those marks. Can’t go in to dress rehearsal tomorrow night bruised up.”
“W-What…?! I thought dress rehearsal starts the day after tomorrow?” Your sleepy eyes grow impossibly wide.
“Nope.” Jake shakes his head once. “Best be ready, huh, sugar plum?”
With that, he leaves you to be alone with l shock and insanely sore legs, wondering how the fuck you’re going to manage a full day with him and dress rehearsals, now that he’s fucked your body to the point of no return.
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Plastic Jesus
Pairing: Danny Wagner x F. Reader | Rated Explicit | Words: 3k
Warnings: Language, fingering, religious themes (humorous), mentions of car sex in many forms
Summary: "And I'm in the backseat sinnin', Jesus is up there grinnin', sitting on the dashboard of my car."
Author's Note: Please, for the love of god, never, ever do sexual things while you drive. I am not advocating for this!
18+ / MINORS DNI
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“You are a wily one, Danny Wagner,” you sighed, fingers sinking into the thick depths of your boyfriend’s curls regardless of your previous protests just a few seconds earlier.
Danny smiled against your neck, sloppily dragging kisses across your skin as his own hands trailed dangerously up your shirt. “And you’re quite easy to persuade.”
He was right– it only took him pulling you into the backseat of the car in the empty corner of the parking lot after an excursion to a waterfall nearby for you to fall to his whims, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t had a few words to say about it at first.
“Danny, we told your parents we’d be home in time for dinner.”
“Danny, what if someone sees us and we get charged with indecent exposure?”
“Danny, we won’t both fit in the back seat.”
There had been another reason somewhere, but it had faded into the back of your mind before you’d had time to speak it into existence. Despite all you had to say, you’d gone willingly when he spread his stupid thighs and waggled his stupid eyebrows at you like a dork. It was a particular brand of real estate that was very hard for you to resist even on your best days, and since you’d been staying at his mom and dad’s house for a visit over the small hiatus the band had, there had been far less fooling around going on than what you were used to when you were on home soil in Danny’s house or your condo.
Danny’s lap had a hold on you that was almost embarrassing, and the man could do wonders with you in it, so you cut yourself some slack – you wanted him to make you cum, dammit, and sometimes that meant being late to family dinner.
And so, your words fell into a different warning once he’d gotten his lips on you and his erection pressing just right into the fabric of your joggers. “We have to be quick, Danny,” you urged, flexing your thighs and grinding down on him.
His fingers finally wiggled underneath the band of your sports bra, tracing the curve of your breast until he found your nipples with his nimble fingertips, tweaking and rolling at them until you squirmed in his lap unintentionally. “Danny this, Danny that— I like it better when my name is in your mouth for a reason other than nagging at me, woman.” Your grip tightened at his scalp, and Danny’s lips pinched together at the tug, followed by his knees when you lifted up and planted yourself down, hard. “Careful!” he yelped, one hand disengaging from your chest to protect himself.
“You be careful,” you murmured, sharply tilting his head and kissing all the sense from his brain, encouraging him to forget about your empty threat.
He moaned into your mouth and then got both of his hands down to your hips, twisting them gently and pressing you to turn in his lap to face the dense wall of trees that colored in the wondshield so that he could fit his hand down the front of your pants.
“Mmm,” Danny hummed, fingers slicking through your folds, “have you been thinking about this as much as I have?” One long middle finger slowly pressed into you, and you gasped, pressing your back into him so that he could keep loving gently on your throat. “‘Cause it fucking feels like you have.”
His voice was low and gritty, and god, it made you want him even more. Even with his finger slowly working inside of you, you wanted all of him. “I have,” you admitted, “but what I was fantasizing about requires a few less clothes.”
Danny squeezed your hip with the hand that wasn’t pressed against your cunt and feeling you up, almost an answer in itself. “Hang on, just let me touch you for a bit, babe,” he implored, his thumb tracing the outside of your lips as he extracted that middle finger and spread what wetness he was coaxing out across every inch of you, “I miss the way you feel on my fingers.”
You disregarded the fact that he’d fingered you to completion the second night of your stay and turned your head to kiss what you could, which happened to be his hair. You didn’t mind – you loved every part of Danny, and would kiss every inch that you could. Giving into him, you relaxed, closed your eyes, and just let him touch you, gently running the calloused pads of his fingers up and down, circling your clit often because he knew that’s where it counted. It was a slow build up, and if his fingers came out pruny, then that was on him but there would be no complaint from you.
“I can’t wait to get back to your house,” you murmured, clenching at the flutter of his fingers around a sensitive spot. Danny felt you contract and did it again, your nerves so responsive to his touch. “And we can do whatever we want, wherever we want.”
Danny groaned, lips brushing your skin as he shifted his hips up for relief. “Me too, baby. I can’t stand not being able to hear you.”
You were both rather auditory lovers, obsessed with the way the the other sounded when you fucked. And god, Danny’s noises were heavenly – he wasn’t a talker, but he was always right by your ear, huffing and panting, and in that position, you could hear every low grunt, every hitch of his breath, every high-pitched, swallowed-down moan that your body pulled from him.
At the thought of it, you began grinding yourself into Danny’s fingers, a faster rhythm with more pressure that Danny braced his wrist for to let you ride his hand. “‘Atta girl,” he cooed, brushing his thumb over your bundle of nerves and lighting you up, “Goddamn, you are so sexy like this – riding my fingers…mmm.”
He continued to huff against your skin as the wet, sloppy sounds coming from where he had two of his fingers sunk into you increased. You did as he said, moving your hips as if you were riding his dick and slowly peeling your eyes back open to get you bearings and clutch the seats in front of you with a better grip.
Only to find a pair of eyes staring into your soul.
Your hips stopped abruptly and your whole body tensed to the point that Danny quickly withdrew his fingers and straightened up, looking out all the windows to see if anyone was there and tightly asking you, “What? What is it?” He knew your body well enough to know that you weren’t tensing up for the good reason – something was wrong. “Y/N, what the hell happened?”
He was aptly confused: there was no one peering into the windows or approaching the car, no weird sounds, not even his dad’s name ringing on his phone to ask where the two of you were.
“We’re being watched, and judged. Hard.”
Again, Danny looked around and shook his head, finally peering around you to follow your gaze to the front of the car, and began to laugh raucously.
You could help but to let your lips quirk up as his laughs turned to wheezes that you could feel in the small of your back from where it was pressed against his belly. Perhaps Danny found it funny, but the stuck-on figurine of Catholic Jesus blessing the car from the center of the dashboard certainly did not. It pierced you with eerily life-like eyes that shouldn’t have been so detailed on a plastic car accessory, staring straight ahead so that you couldn’t escape its gaze.
“Jesus is always watching, though,” Danny joked, hands slipping to your front again but not pushing past when you flattened them against you with your own to keep him from reaching his goal.
Perhaps you weren’t a member of the church anymore but, still, it felt…blasphemous to let Danny keep fingering you with the intention of eventually fucking you right in front of this little plastic Jesus. You were no stranger to your own sins, committed willingly and often, and you rarely felt the need to show penance or to deprive yourself of life’s pleasures but, apparently, a plastic dashboard Jesus was enough to do it.
Plus, that little plastic Jesus sparked a reminder of that last big reason that you should not be fooling around in the car.
You groaned, flopping back against Danny as he let out a small ‘umpf,’ still gladly taking your weight. “Well…I guess we’ll be back in time for dinner after all–” you started, intending to go on but interrupted by Danny’s disgruntled noise against your back.
Danny hugged you tighter, and you knew the protest was coming before the words even left his mouth, evident in the way he was still hard underneath you. “Wait, you’re serious? You’re gonna let Jesus cockblock us?” In a sentence that you never thought you’d have ever heard uttered, much less to your own situation, you giggled, affirming his fears before you attempted – and failed – to scoot off Danny’s lap, the muscles in his arms locking you in tightly.
“I wanna touch you,” he whined, not actually making any moves to put his hands anywhere except wrapped around your midsection like a seatbelt. You knew he would let you go if you wanted him to, but he was like a bloodhound – he knew when you wanted him, every time. You could be across the room at a crowded convention where he was having a conversation with John Rahm and Roger Taylor at the same time and he would look over at you with that crooked smile of his the moment you began thinking filthy things about him.
“Danny, we shouldn’t be doing this right now, we have commitments,” you murmured, biting your lip as he pushed his erection into your ass and snuffled at your throat, a spot right under your ear that really tickled your fancy. “And we definitely shouldn’t be doing it in the car.”
Danny’s low hum was not one of agreement. “But we’ve fooled around in the car plenty of times before. You don’t remember that time you rode me in the driver’s seat because we couldn’t make it in?” he asked, grinding up against you with a bit more pressure now. “Or that time I ate you out against the hood because you wore that tiny little number to the farmer’s market?”
“That was a sundress, Daniel.”
He laughed at your interjection, but finished out his string of supporting evidence that you’d never had much of a problem with defiling vehicles in the past. “What about when you sucked me off from across the center console at that–”
“I remember,” you interrupted again, blushing at each depraved memory he brought up. God, you guys really weren’t all that great at waiting until you were in the bedroom; however, you also had a sneaking suspicion that Danny had a bit of a kink for car sex. “But that doesn’t take away from the fact that we shouldn’t be fooling around in this car because it’s–”
“Got a plastic Jesus sitting on the dashboard?”
“No–”
“If that’s what's stopping me from getting my fingers back into that tight, warm–” Your elbow gently met his gut, and he giggled, quite smug with his ability to rile you up. “Here, we can just do this instead.”
He tried to move you up, effectively bending you over the center console crudely and reached out to the little figurine. You weren’t sure if he was going to rip the adhesive off or see if it would turn without breaking, but before he could touch it, you gasped and grabbed at his elbow. “No! Don’t touch it with that hand, Daniel, that was the one you were fingering me with!”
“Oh, so it’s okay to talk about fingering, I just can’t do it?”
You rolled your eyes. “We’re not talking about– damn you, Danny! We weren’t talking about fingering until you started to.”
He snorted, keeping you in your compromising position since you were here already. If the clothes had been gone, he’d have already been inside of you. “Oh, well, forgive me for trying to clarify, you’re confusing me with all your rules and I’m not sure what’s morally right enough for you and plastic Jesus.” Even joking, the rough tone his voice in your ear was like sex - intoxicating and just for you.
Your lust threatened to take over your better judgment as the position you were in rubbed you right up against his length. It was just the faintest whisper of contact and muted by several layers of clothes, but it was enough to fill your head with a burning desire to feel him sink into you. To feel the thick stretch as he filled you up and gave you something to clench around as you came.
Dammit. You really needed to get out of here and into a place where you wouldn’t feel guilty for fucking Danny into next week.
“It’s not just Jesus keeping me from using you until you’re all dried up and begging me to stop, Danny,” you huffed, wistfully wishing for what was within your immoral reach. “It’s the fact that this is your mom’s car.”
The engine light in Danny’s car had blinked on practically the moment you’d turned into his parents’ driveway coming from the store a couple of days into your stay, and they’d insisted that you take Lori’s to hike up to a small waterfall nearby while they took Danny’s car back into town to the shop before dinner. You were pretty sure that making out and all these other salacious acts hadn’t been part of that deal.
Danny didn’t seem phased, though, which was surprising as he’d been just as hesitant to do anything more than some very quiet heavy petting one night, too afraid that you’d gag on his cock and his parents would hear you retch from down the hall to even allow a blowjob.
“Babe, whose car do you think I was driving when I finally got my license?” he chuckled. “I sure as hell didn’t have my own yet and you bet your ass that I took the first opportunity I got to bring the girl I was with at the time on the backroads.” He finally sat back and turned you around so that you were once again face to face. He was so pretty. So handsome, and you felt so lucky until he opened his mouth again. “I’m only a good driver because I’ve had a lot of practice driving distracted, if you know what I mean,” he said with a grin and a wink, eyebrows waggling.
Of course he did. Danny had regaled you with stories from his high school days – about how he was less of an angel than people made him out to be, and now that his proclivity for car sex hadn’t just magically developed with you. You shook your head and laughed, leaning in to kiss the man. “Daniel Wagner, I love you, but how you haven’t crashed your car and burned, I will never know.”
“Trust me, I don’t know either.” He was a bit older, a bit more mature with a healthy dose of experience regarding the consequences of his actions, and while you knew he was a grown adult with the ability to make his own sound decisions, you were also certain that if you offered anything, from road head to a handjob to a solo-show on the way home, he wouldn’t turn you down.
After reveling in the nearness for a moment longer, you sighed and sat up; this time, Danny let you go. “That doesn’t change the fact that I refuse to disrespect Lori that way. Come on, let’s go meet your parents for dinner, and then we’ll be extra, extra quiet tonight and you can fuck me on your childhood bed,” you promised. That was a fantasy for some, right? It had to count for something.
Your words caused Danny to drop his chin to his chest and faux-sob, giving you his best to charm you back into his lap by being goofy. When you only laughed at his dramatics, he lifted his head to fix a menacing gaze at the plastic Jesus, still smiling gently from his place on the dashboard. “This is your fault,” Danny accused, pointing his finger at the little trinket.
“Stop glaring at Jesus, it was not his fault.”
Danny turned to you belligerently. “It totally was! He, like…reignited your moral compass. I like my dirty girl,” he pouted, finally flinging the door open and meeting you in the front seats once more, even closer to the object of his resentment now.
But it honestly, truly wasn’t Jesus’s fault that you regained a clear head. You tried another angle, instead of seemingly defending plastic Jesus and his ability to convert you into a nun with an honor belt. “It’s your mom’s car, Dan; how would you feel is Josie took your car out for a spin with her beau and ended up fuc–”
“Ew,” Danny cringed, waving his hands at you to stop before he put the car in motion. “Ew, ew, no. I get it. Let’s just…go and not use that analogy ever again, please.” He let out a few more discontented murmurs under his breath. “Get this stupid dinner over with…hate driving with an erection…”
You giggled at his unfortunate situation, eying the consistent bulge that didn’t seem to want to go down, even after the analogy. “I mean, if it helps,” you said mischievously, and Danny’s gaze snapped over to you, hoping for a dirty resolution after all. Unable to help yourself, you loosened your seatbelt and leaned closer, until your hands were planted on the center console and your lips were by Danny’s ear. “It smells like your mom in here.”
He viscerally reacted, pulling away with a sour face. “What the fuck, Y/N!” If there was a surefire way to make sex less sexy, it was to bring your parents into the equation.
“Unless you want to think about your mom or…have me think about your mom while we–”
“Absolutely not.”
“I mean, you have a lot of her features…”
“Oh god, please stop talking. The erection is a non-issue now, I promise.”
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Bookshop Lovers- Jake Kiszka
Summary: The bookstore is your safe haven, but so is Jake. The both of you scour the store in hopes of finding the perfect romance book to help Jake with his non existent love life. But what if the only love he wants, is from you?
Genre: Friends to Lovers. Fluff.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Cursing. Alcohol. Pirate Jake:))
A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333
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It had been sprinkling all day long, gray littering the sky. The streets were practically empty due to the somber weather of the early afternoon.
Your rubber-rain boots squeaked with every step you took down the rain stained path. The bookstore across the street was dimly lit, in contrast to the stormy sky above. Jake had been complaining of being bored as of late. So, you offered to let him tag along on your journey to the bookstore. You were hoping to spend a few hours inside your favorite store, scouring the shelves for new stories to read. If Jake Kiszka asks to spend the afternoon with you, who are you to say no.
Now, if he knew you had intended on going alone to have some time for yourself, he would have never suggested he tag along in the first place. You were just too keen on him to say no.
Your relationship with Jake was sort of complicated. It was more than obvious that the both of you had feelings for one another, but neither of you have dared to admit your feelings. You had thought maybe this was one sided and you had convinced yourself that Jake would like you. As time has passed, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
If you weren’t at his house, he was at yours. You only ever answered the phone if his name popped up. When Jake was on tour across the country or the continent, he would send heartfelt letters to your doorstep. Both of your camera rolls filled to the brim of odd pictures of each other, whether it's you passed out in the grass or Jake stumbling his way into your house after a night out.
It was clear as daylight to everyone around the two of you. You both knew it, but you're too afraid to walk the line between friends and more.
Crossing the street, you can’t help the extra pep in your step when you see the little old lady sitting at the desk inside. Her name is Maeve, she opened this cozy little bookshop almost forty years ago. Having spent all your college years curled up between bookshelves, Maeve had grown to know the quiet young lady who spent hours browsing her shelves.
You walk through the door, a gentle smile gracing your face. It always smelt of clean linen and whatever Maeve had brought for lunch for the day. She had her head stuck in a book, clearly enthralled. You quietly clear your throat, not wanting to scare her, but wanting to make her aware of your presence. She quickly looks up, still startled, regardless of your small attempt at letting her know you're here.
A smile dawns her face immediately. She makes a move to walk around the desk to greet you, but you shake your head in protest, not wanting her to bother with getting up. Instead, you reach out your hands across the desk for her to hold.
She gently cups your hands, pulling you closer to her desk. “Y/n, sweetheart. You're awfully late coming in today. I figured you would have been here as soon as the shop opened this morning,” Maeve whispers, not wanting to bother any of her guests. You smile, shaking your head and squeezing her warm hand.
“No ma’am, not today. I’m actually meeting someone here, you may have already seen him. He has long brown hair, brown eyes... he kind of dresses like a pirate,” you say to her. Maeve chuckles at your description.
“Hmm. I don’t think I've seen any pirates walk in today,” she whispers in response. You squeeze her hands once more before stepping back. “Well, if you catch sight of him, can you direct him to the fantasy section,” you ask. “I sure can, honey. Come see me before you get ready to leave, please,” she asks in return. You nod before turning around, making your way to the back wall that held hundreds of fantasy books. Jake being late is no surprise to you, so you don’t sweat the fact that he’s not here yet. Finding the book you had started the last time you were here, you plopped yourself on the floor and began to read. _______
Jake quickly crossed the street, silently cursing himself for being late once again. He had offered to drive the two of you to the bookstore this afternoon, but he got carried away in the studio, to no one's surprise. You had reassured him multiple times that it was okay if he was late, you were just going to walk over instead. With the weather being like it has been today, he feels even more guilty that you walked here.
He manages to walk inside of the bookshop without too much rain dripping off of him. He thanks himself for deciding to wear his hair up today.
Jake spots the older woman behind the desk, who he presumes is Maeve, since you talk about her all the time. The only thing he doesn’t see is you. There is no way he got here before you. So, instead of standing in the doorway like a damp dumbass, he moves towards the desk in hopes of locating you.
The older lady, Maeve, stares at him, almost like she's analyzing him. She breaks out into a joyous smile.
“You must be the pirate. She’s in the fantasy section, back wall,” she quickly exclaims, almost immediately going back to her book. Jake stands there in confusion. Pirate? He takes a look down at his clothes, also taking note of his medallion that he wears everyday. Once he quickly realizes, he chuckles at your silly description of him.
Jake makes quick work of finding you, not wanting to be even later than he already is. He hears you before he sees you. Rounding the corner at the back wall, he spots you on the ground, flipping through some book. You're wearing the red rain boots Jake got you for Christmas, after he insisted you ruin too many pairs of shoes in the rain. He can’t help but feel a little prideful when he sees them on you. Jake chuckles at your clearly damp hair, knowing you well enough to know, you didn't bother carrying your umbrella with you.
Before you even have the chance to look up at him, Jake has thrown his body next to yours on the floor. _________
You heard him before you saw him. Instead of getting up and meeting him halfway, you decided to remain seated on the floor. You listened intently to his small conversation with Maeve, hoping she doesn’t say anything too embarrassing about you to him. His voice sounded raspy and exhausted. Jake had told you this past week has been incredibly busy, due to their upcoming album release. You felt bad for making him feel like he had to still come with you, but Jake would have insisted either way. Hearing his footsteps get closer, you look out of your peripheral to see his old, scuffed up boots coming straight towards you.
Before you can even muster up a hello, Jake has sat himself on the floor right next to you. You finally look up from your book, finding him smirking at you.
“What?”
“No hello, wow what have you done with Y/n?”
You elbow him in the side. Giving him an incredulous look, you await his answer.
“I told you those rain boots would come in handy, even if they do make you look like a dork,” he quietly says.
You gasp, dropping the book in your hands next to you. “I don’t look like a dork,” you reply, crossing your hands over your chest. Jake reaches over and pats your knee. “Yes you do, but at least you're a cute dork. Now, what is it I hear about me being a pirate,” he looks pointedly at you. You blush under his gaze, Jake never giving you enough time to recover from his words.
Reverting your eyes from his intense stare, you reach down to play with his hand. You thumb over the scars on his hands, most of them being from the years playing guitar. “You dress like a pirate, sort of. Your little vests, pretty medallions, and your occasional eyeliner. Seems like something a pirate would wear,” you say after a moment.
“I only wear eyeliner on stage.”
“Well, maybe this is your sign to start wearing it off stage too.”
Jake glares at you. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, weirdo.”
You scoff and shove at his shoulder.
“I’m trying to compliment you.”
“You're always too nice to me. Let me spoil you every once in a while.”
He pats your knee one last time, before slowly standing up. Turning to look down at you, he holds out his hands for you to grab.
Looking up at Jake, you place your hands in his, but remain on the floor. “Where are you taking me?” you ask.
“Well, I was under the impression you wanted to look at some new books, unless you’ve changed your mind.” “Oh, I want to browse, but it seems like you have other plans.”
He laughs at your dramatics. “I promise to be on my best behavior. Actually, I would like to see you in action. Maybe you’ll inspire me to read something other than the same three books I own.”
You smile, rolling your eyes at him. Finally, you let Jake help you up, dusting yourself off. He bends down, grabbing your book off the ground for you.
“Thank you”
He hums in response.
You begin your trek through each and every row of books, Jake following in tow. Picking up every book you deem interesting, you start to grow a stack in your arms. You talk Jake’s ear off about whichever book you pull off the shelf. He silently listens, taking the books from your arms.
Jake loves you like this, completely in your element. You're naturally a soft spoken person, letting others talk over or for you more often than not. When Jake had first met you, he thought you were too scared to voice your opinions. He quickly realized you're just a listener at heart and preferred to not have all the attention on you.
You overthink almost every interaction you have, not liking to drone on and on about boring topics that nobody cared about. Talking to Jake was always different compared to all your other friends. He would let you ramble for hours about anything and everything without saying a word. You always felt so comfortable with him, not caring about being boring.
By the time you rounded the final shelf in the shop, Jake’s arms were piled high with books. You obviously didn’t even realize you had been grabbing books in the first place, since you were too busy talking Jake’s ear off. He had found your rambling endearing and had decided to pick up every book you deemed interesting.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hand you all those books. Here, give me a stack and I’ll go file them back up.”
Jake quickly stops you. “No, no. You didn’t hand them to me. I just wanted to look at them a bit more. You made them sound so enticing, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to do some book shopping of my own.”
“Jake Kiszka wants to read the books I recommended? Wow, I'm really honored. Thank you for this opportunity.” you sarcastically reply.
“What can I say, pretty girls like you can convince me to do anything.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words. “Are you sure you want to start out with that many books? It normally takes you weeks just to get through one.”
“Fine, how about you pick your favorite one and I’ll read it.”
“Really?” you look at him in disbelief.
“Yes, really. I want to read whatever's got my girl’s head wrapped up in it that she can’t even respond to my calls.” he smirks at you, nudging your shoulder with his.
“That was only one time.” you flush at his nickname. Reaching over in the stack of books he carried, you selected your favorite out of the bunch. You begrudgingly gave it to him.
“What's the sour look for?”
“If you're going to read this book Jake, you can’t make fun of me because of what's in it.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“Because i-it's full of cheesy romance shit. But I promise it's a good book, you may just have to overlook that aspect.”
Jake gives you an odd stare. “What makes you think I don’t like romance Y/n?”
“I-I well, I just thought you would prefer something different, but if you don’t mind it then you should get it.” you stutter out.
“I might surprise you, love. I’m a man of many trades.” Giggling at his ridiculous response, you realize the two of you have been standing in the same walkway for way too long. Jake starts to ramble a bunch of nonsense, while putting the rest of the books back. You finally have enough of his loudness, so you reach down and grab his free hand, pulling him along with you.
He startles at your touch. It's not the first time the two of you have touched or held each other, but it's still uncharted territory when it comes to your relationship. Not wanting to let go of your hand, he follows along behind you obediently. You wordlessly tug him to the front of the store, heading to the desk Maeve sat behind. As you approach the front desk, Jake slinks his body close behind you, almost like he’s hiding behind you.
“Already done, sweetheart?” Maeve asks, smiling at you both.
“Yes ma’am, this one can’t be quiet anymore, so I figured it would be best to head out, before you kicked us out.” you smirked, stifling your laughter. Maeve slowly chuckles and shakes her head.
Without even having to look at him, you know Jake’s whole face has flushed red at your words. He swiftly pinches your side in revenge. You squirm at his touch, but allow his hands to remain at your side. Maeve thankfully makes the checkout process quick, sending you on your way with a pinch on the cheek.
Walking out the doorway, you realize you're still holding Jake’s hand. You attempt to pull away from him, but that just makes him pull you closer. The two of you walk hand-in-hand down the street, heading to his car.
The weather had cleared up to its best ability, but the sky remains gray. No words are shared throughout your journey to the car, but the silence is nowhere near awkward.
“Want me to take you home or do you want to come back to my house, and I'll cook you dinner?” he questions. “Do you have any red wine?”
“I may.”
“Can we watch whatever movie I want?”
“Of course.”
“Take me to your house.”
Jake laughs at your antics, pulling you closer into his side. The two of you continue the lengthy walk to his car, laughing and swaying as you go.
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The car ride to Jake’s place had been full of singing and cackling at each other.
You spend half your time at Jake’s house anyway, so it doesn’t take long for you to make yourself at home. He had insisted you go change into something more comfortable, while he prepared dinner.
Padding into his bedroom, you can’t help but be nosey. You’ve spent plenty of time here, so you're not sure why you feel the need to sneak around. Jake liked having you sleep over whenever he was back home from tour, not liking being alone. So, you and Jake spent a lot of time in his bed, watching whatever movie you could get your hands on. Going through his dresser drawers, you find one of his worn-out shirts and loose fitting sweats. You change into his clothes fast, not wanting to make him wait any longer.
Scurrying into his kitchen, you catch a look at what he’s cooking. Jake is always handsome to you, but something about him in the kitchen makes your heart swell. He has pulled his hair up into a low-bun, small pieces of it cascading out of his updo.
“Dinner is almost ready, grab the bottle of wine from the fridge for me please?” he asks.
“Just one bottle? You should know better than that, Jakey. We go through wine like nobody's business.” you step towards the fridge, reaching in and getting the wine.
“Oh, I’ve got more in there, but I wanted to give you a chance to get a head start. I have a feeling I'm going to need something stronger than wine, to watch whatever you're going to pick.” he smiles at you.
Pouring the both of you a glass, you choose to ignore his words, but allow the smile to take over your face.
“Hey, I forgot to ask you this earlier in the shop, but are you super busy during the fall this year?” Jake asks, looking over his shoulder at you.
“Uh, depends on the date. Why, what’s up?”
“There's this family thing I have to go to. My cousin’s wedding and I can have a plus one. I figured I'd take you.” “Why not take one of those pretty girls from the bar we met the other night?” you mumble, letting jealousy get the best of you.
“Y/n, why the hell would I take some girl I talked to once, when I could bring my favorite girl with me.” he snaps back, giving you a pointed look.
You shrug under his gaze. “I would love to go, Jake. You sure I won’t embarrass you too much. You do still need to keep that cool, famous musician cred.”
“Honey, if that was the case, do you think I'd be cooking you dinner, in my house, while you're wearing my clothes.”
“I-I guess not.” you meekly reply, red from his exclamation.
“Okay, go sit down. Food is ready.”
You let him fix your food, not wanting to deal with him scolding you tonight. Jake had this beautiful dinner table that he also conveniently refused to sit at. So, you situate yourself on his comfy couch, already scrolling through movies to watch.
“You want another glass of wine?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Red or white?”
“I'm not sophisticated enough for white tonight, red will do please.”
Jake hums in response and pours your fresh glass. Not long later, he comes out of the kitchen with both your plate and wine. Thanking him quietly, you start to dig into your food, while he walks back into the kitchen for his food and drink.
Returning, not a minute later, he asks, “Did you pick a movie yet?”
“I did.”
“Pride and Prejudice?”
“Yep.”
He shakes his head, softly laughing at you. The two of you have seen Pride and Prejudice at least twenty times together, due to your love for it. Jake had protested the first few times y'all had watched it, but over time he grew to love it just as much as you.
So, the two of you huddle close together, eating your dinner, and watching the movie. Once the both of you had finished your food, you insisted on taking the dishes to the sink to clean for him. Jake being Jake, he refused to let you get off the couch, telling you that he would just do it in the morning. He knew your persistence, so he reached over and tugged you into his side.
Your heart beats sporadically against his chest. You and Jake were close, but not this close. This felt different than when the two of you would sit next to each other, this was far more intimate. Trying to not make a big deal about it, you tuck yourself further into his side, where he couldn't see the red blooming across your face.
That's how the night carried on, you tucked into Jake’s side, while he stroked your hair and watched the movie. You were growing more and more tired as the night progressed and sinked closer into Jake. He had noticed your fatigue earlier in the night, but chose to leave you alone and not disturbed you.
You don't know when you fell asleep, but when you awoke you shot up from your seat.
“Woah, woah. What's wrong? Bad dream?” Jake asked frantically.
Rubbing a hand across your face, you give a mumbled no in response. You realized the movie had been over for quite some time and Jake had just been letting you count sheep.
“How long have I been out?”
Jake chuckled at your crazed hair. “For about an hour. I wanted to move you to the bed, but every time I tried to move you, you groaned. So, I decided it was best to stay here for a while.”
“Ah, Jake, you should have woken me up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on top of you.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind. It was actually kinda nice.” You look at him in slight shock. “It’s nice to have my body crushing you in my sleep?”
“No, Y/n, that's not what I meant, honey.”
Continuing to stare at him in curiosity.
“What I meant was, I liked laying here with you. I don’t get to do this often because of work and tour, so having you here really makes me happy. Plus, this house feels so empty without you running around, so I'm just thankful you're here.”
You move closer to Jake, sliding across the couch to sit facing him. “I like being here too. I guess I don’t mind if you're here with me also,” you grin at him.
He smiles at you, refusing to look away.
“You know, now that you mention it. I kind of like you too.”
“Oh, really. You got a little crush on me, Jakey?”
He pulls you closer to him, your faces now inches apart. “I just might, honey. Maybe you should help me test it out, hmm? How does that sound?”
Regardless of how smooth Jake is attempting to be, you can feel the quiver of his breath against your face. You reach forward, cupping his face in your palm.
“I would like that very much.”
Without wasting a second, Jake’s lips have found home within yours. Months and months of waiting for this moment, all seemed to be worth it after all. After what Jake thought was too short of time, you pull away attempting to catch your breath.
Jake looks at you in awe and disbelief. “Why did we wait so long to do that?”
You huff a laugh at his words. “Because we're both idiots.”
The two of you burst out in laughter, still holding each other close.
“Please tell me you’ll stay the night. I don’t think I can go a second without you around anymore.”
You pull him by his collar, to meet your lips once more, before replying. “I’ll spend every night with you, if you’ll have me.”
Jake doesn’t even reply, he jumps up from his spot on the couch and scoops you up into his arms. You start to squeal at his antics, begging to be put down, but he insists on carrying you to bed.
That's how the two of you end the night, tightly wound around each other. Whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, and silently giggling about different stories. Before you both fall asleep, you plead with Jake to read a bit out of his new book to you. To which, he gave up instantly, not wanting to deprive his love of anything.
The night finally comes to a close, your head against his chest, Jake’s new book strode across the bed, and the both of you snoring softly against one another.
The contagious smiles that began earlier in the evening, remaining as you both slept soundly.
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Wishing all the gresties a lovely day!
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Sweet Nothings- Josh Kiszka
A/N: Hey guys, I’m back. I had a bit of writers block for a few weeks, but thankfully i’m back now. I’ve really enjoyed writing for Josh as of late, so hopefully this proves that to you. Enjoy this short friends to lovers fic:)))
Warnings: alcohol consumption. a tad bit of jealousy if you squint. Fluffy fluff.
Josh has never felt more pathetic in his life than he does right now. Sipping on his third drink of the evening, he grumbles into his cup.
Jake, Danny, Sam, and Josh had collectively agreed that a night full of drinks and pool sounded just right, after spending the past few weeks holed up in the studio. Josh had insisted that you join them for the evening, claiming that all you ever do anymore is overwork yourself, with work and school. Knowing Josh wouldn’t take no for an answer, you begrudgingly stalk out the door of your cozy home, wishing you could trot back inside to where its safe and warm.
The both of you had been attached to the hip for the past several years, after you were introduced by mutual friends. The two of you were two peas-in-a-pod, best friends even. You had been there when Josh had his heartbroken for the first time, and he in return was there for you when family ties became strained. You told each other everything, always an open book for the other to read, but perhaps there is one tiny secret the two of you had managed to keep for yourselves.
That secret is the reason Josh has remained miserable all evening since the two of you padded into the bar. Immediately after stepping into the bar, Sam swiped your hand into his and dragged you to an empty booth to chat, leaving poor Josh all alone with his brothers. Josh was slightly disappointed, having wanted to keep you to himself tonight, but relented when that pretty smile graced your features, after Sam had pulled you into a bear hug.
The night carried on with playful spirits and bets against a sorry game of pool. Sam had reluctantly allowed the both of you to return to the other boy’s sides, watching their current game of pool. You always had something smart to say when it was Josh’s turn, trying to sike him out for Danny’s sake.
The eight-ball was the only pawn left to strike, Josh glanced up, waiting to hear your next ridiculous remark towards him, only to find that you had disappeared into the sea of people near the bar.
Finishing the game, he roamed the room in search of you. A dazzling smile set across his face once his eyes landed on you propped up on a barstool, at the counter. The closer he got to you, the more that dazzling smile faded. Quickly, he realized you were not alone, but with some random guy, who looked at least seven inches taller than him. His eyes darted between the both of you, contemplating his next move.
Now, Josh had never been the jealous type, and never wanted to be, but as he stood there, dumbfounded, he felt it start to rumble along his chest. He all but sprinted towards the open seat between you and the man. Josh had startled you with his abrupt appearance, resolving you to clutch at your chest to steady your breathing.
“There you are, I’ve been searching this whole joint trying to find you. Why did you run off? You could have asked me to get you another drink, mama” he hollers out. Josh wraps his arm around the small of your back, bringing you closer into his side. You smile up at him.
“Josh, I’m a big girl, I can get my own drink, but thank you for the offer” you say, pulling away from his chest. “Shit sorry, this is Dean, he was telling me about a show he played last weekend here. He’s plays guitar in a band” you motion over him, pointing at Dean.
“Yeah it’s a pretty big deal and all. We just got scouted for a possible record deal, which is pretty huge. It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand. The plus side is it gets me gorgeous girls, like this one” Dean says, attempting to reach towards you.
Josh scoffs, reaching forward to block Dean’s hands from touching you. “Your right, I guess we wouldn’t know. Alright mama, time to head out, come on” Josh stands, attempting to pull you out of your seat. You groan, not wanting to leave just yet, dying for one last drink. Of course, Dean offers to stay with you and keep the night going, but Josh shuts that down immediately.
Giving in, you drag yourself off the stool, biding Dean a goodnight and good luck with the rest of his night. The boys had already made it outside, patiently waiting on the two of you to make your grand exit. Josh guides you out, while you draw circles into the palm of his hand.
After hugging all the boys’ bye and making promises to have dinner sometime soon, the two of you climb into Josh’s car. Josh slid into the driver’s side once establishing that you were buckled in. He had sobered up long ago, after realizing you weren’t stopping anytime soon. To be honest, Josh always had a soft spot for your boozy alter ego, claiming you were sweeter when you had indulged a bit too much.
Reaching across the console, you attempt to sneakily tickle Josh’s side. Of course, he had seen it coming from a mile away and shoved your hand away playfully. You pout at having gotten caught, but Josh makes up for it by giving you his hand.
Pulling up your joint playlist, he clicks on your shared song If You Need To, Keep Time On Me by the Fleet Foxes. He begins the short journey back to your quiet home, humming softly to the song.
Meanwhile, you pull his free hand into your lap, tracing random patterns into the palm of his hand. “Josh will you sing to me?” you ask, looking at him with pleading eyes. “As you wish” he promises.
Josh continues to sing softly to you all the way home, stealing glances of your tired features here and there. Pulling into the driveway, he moves to unbuckle you, but quickly realizes you were fast asleep. He grins softly at you, tucking your wild hair behind your ear.
Finally, he gets you out of the car and safely through the front door with very little complaining from your exhausted body.
“Hey pretty girl, think you can make it to your bed? I’m going to set up camp out here. Do you need me to do anything before you head to bed?” Josh asks, whilst pulling off your boots. “Will you stay with me tonight, Joshy?” you mumble out into his shoulder, having rested your head there. “I am mama. I’ll be right here on the couch if you need-
“No, I mean, will you sleep with me? I don’t wanna be alone” you whisper. He tilts your head up to meet your eyes, rubbing softly at your jaw. “Of course, sweet girl. How bout you head up and get changed for bed, while I lock up. I won’t be long” he says, urging you to go ahead. The both of you smile, for a few minutes to long, everything around you forgotten. You reach out to touch him, your hand grazing the back of his neck.
“Josh, you’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?” you say, crimson dusting his face at your words. He opens his mouth to reply, but you continue babbling. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I don’t think I would have made it this far without your love and support. I don’t even want to imagine my life without you in it. You’re the first person to have every made me feel special and worthy of love and kindness. I don’t thank you enough for that. You mean the world to me. I think-I think I’m in love with you. No wait, I am in love with you. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I don’t think I could live with myself any longer if I kept this from you. You deserve to know the truth” you spit out, looking anywhere but at him.
Josh remains silent, fully processing what you had just expressed to him.
Finally, you meet his eyes, finding them to be filled with love and reassurance. He beams at you, pulling you close into his chest.
“I love you too. I’m in love with you. I have been since the day I met you. You deserve the world, and if you let me, I want to be the one to give it to you” he whispers into your ear.
Josh pulls you close, softly kissing you, while rubbing loving hands across your waist. Pulling back, the two of you grin at one another, making silent promises to each other.
“Me and you, forever huh?”
“Forever, mama, just me and you”
Josh would have never complained if he knew his night would end up with the girl he loves most tucked away in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, until the sun rose high in the sky.
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Hope you enjoyed🫶
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rum raisin part one, danny wagner
summary : what happens when you meet your favorite rockstar at an ice cream shop? will it turn into something more?
there will be a part two!
pairing : danny wagner x fem!reader
warnings : fluff, other than that i dont think there is any!
word count : 1.2k+
After you had eaten dinner, you had a hankering for some ice cream. After you cleaned up from dinner and put all your dishes away, you grabbed your keys and put the leash on the dog.
You lived in downtown Nashville, so you walked almost everywhere you went. As soon as you stepped outside your apartment building, you and Nala set out to get your ice cream.
You walked about two blocks until you saw the bright green sign reading, Pop’s Creamery. Thankfully, dogs were allowed inside, so you and Nala both walked into the small shop. There was a man in front of you, long curly hair cascading down his back.
You had your head down, looking at Nala when he turned to you. You kept looking at Nala as he spoke, “You can go ahead of me, I have no idea what I’m getting.”
You knew that voice from anywhere. Daniel Wagner was in front of you, at a locally owned ice cream shop.
You slowly lifted your head and opened your mouth to talk, only nothing came out. You sat there, mouth hung open.
“Fan, I take it?”
“Hi, yes. I don't mind waiting, you can order.”
He smiled at you and said, “Well, what do you get here?”
“Rum raisin in a dish with wet walnuts, it's an acquired taste.”
“All right, two rum raisins in a dish with wet walnuts it is.”
You smiled at him, getting your order. You scooted in front of him while he ordered, ready to treat your favorite rockstar to an ice cream.
“That’ll be $12.95, cash or card?”
You told her card and put your card in the terminal. He had his back turned while you paid, so he couldn't see you pay for his ice cream. He got back up from petting Nala and saw you take your card out of the terminal.
“Hey! I would've paid! For the both of us, how much,” he asked, grabbing his wallet. You shook your head and went to walk to a booth to sit by yourself, “You're a busy man, it's the least I could do. Bye Danny, it was nice to see you.”
You turned away from him, going to sit outside with Nala. As you were approaching the door, you heard him say, “I never caught your name!”
You turned back around, “Y/N. It’s Y/N,” you let out a little smile and went outside. You sat at the table that overlooked the city. You saw the beautiful Nashville skyline. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't notice the bell ring on the door.
Nala got up and walked towards the stranger, grabbing your attention. “Hey, Nala. Where ya goin, silly?” you asked her. You looked up at the stranger, meeting Danny’s eyes.
“Do you mind if I sit with you? I’d love to get to know you.” he asked you, not taking no for an answer and sitting across from you.
“So Y/N, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a server at Tootsies, if you go there you might've seen me before.”
“Tootsies, huh? I'll make sure to go there from now on.”
You had to keep your cool, you could not freak out in front of him. “If I didn't know any better I'd think you'd be flirting with me, Daniel.”
“Is it working?”
You smirked at him and kept your mouth shut, not giving him the satisfaction.
By the time you and Danny had finished talking, it was 9:30 PM. Your neighbor had texted you, asking you where you were, she hadn't seen you come back yet.
“Well Danny, I hate to do this to you, but I have to get back home, I open tomorrow,” you said, standing up and sliding your chair in. He stood up at the same time you did and asked, “That's all right, I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Oh no, I walked here.”
“You walked here?!”
You nodded and said, “Yeah, I live a few blocks away.”
“Let me drive you, you bought me ice cream, I can’t let you walk home by yourself.”
“I have Nala. Danny, seriously it's not a problem.”
“Y/N, I will not let you walk home. Come on, cars this way.”
He grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers together. You were holding hands with Daniel Wagner, walking through the parking lot of an ice cream parlor.
You saw the familiar black corvette, Danny walking in front of you to open the door for you and Nala.
You thanked him for opening the door and sat down in the seat, Nala sitting on the floor below you. He got in the drivers side and started the car, rolling down the windows and turned the radio on. Metallica blared through the speakers, startling you.
He apologized for the volume and then turned it down, “Where to, Cinderella?” You told him the street and the name of your apartment building, buckling your seatbelt and pet Nala to calm her down.
He drove off in the direction of your apartment after buckling his seatbelt. He pulled into the parking garage and drove up to the sixth level, parking in a spot close to the entrance and turning the car off. You opened the door and let Nala out first, then stepped out onto the concrete.
“Thanks again, Danny. I appreciate the drive home,” you said and shut the car door, walking towards the door leading into the apartments.
“I’m walking you in, lead the way.”
You walked down the long hallway, seeing your neighbors outside setting their trash out. You said hi to everyone, asking them how their days went.
Danny was behind you, so you couldn't see the smile that your kindness put on his face. You stopped outside your apartment, 423 and turned to look at him. You thanked him once again and asked if you could give him a hug, not knowing if you'd ever see him again.
He welcomed you with open arms and rocked the two of you back and forth. He left a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled away.
“I have to get going sweetheart but it was nice meeting you, by far one of my favorite nights I’ve had this week,” he said, smiling at you while you put the dog inside the house.
You could see the gears turning behind his head, so you asked, “anything else?”
“Yeah, actually. The entire night, you never asked me for a picture. Usually, that's the first thing people ask for. You paid for my ice cream and then talked to me, you made me feel human, so thank you”
You smiled at him and gave him another hug, wanting to cherish this moment forever. You pulled away from him and got teary eyed.
“Don’t cry. You'll see me again soon. Bye, Y/N.”
“Bye Danny.”
He turned around and walked down the hallway, going back to his car. You opened your front door and closed and locked it. You put your back up against the door and grabbed your phone from your back pocket.
NO ONES POV:
Y/N slid down her door with her phone in her hand, opening it and going to her text messages. She opened her groupchat with all her friends that she had met online and told them about the last four hours of her life.
Danny had been in his car, engine idling, in his group chat with his band members, telling them about the last four hours of his life.
Coincidently, they had both sent the same exact message,
You’ll never guess who I just met.
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