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Smoke Show : S.F.K

MINORS DNI 🔞 rough vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cock warming, choking, gagging, smoking, drinking, slight degrading, swearing…. I’m sure amongst other things!

Word Count: 3,670

You find out your best friend is back in town, and looking for more than a night of catching up. A night full of drinking, pool and a whirlwind bet all leads up to a jealous brother acting out his long awaited fantasies!

Author's Note: Slightly edited, so excuse any mistakes 👍

It’s Friday night and you are in desperate search for something to do. Since when was that an issue? A good time is usually looking for you, and after being cooped up for a week you know you need a night to get loose. You scroll through your phone looking for anyone and anything to give you an excuse to get out of your pajamas. Just when you least expect it you get a text from Sammy Kiszka. You chuckle as you haven’t heard from him in months. Him and the guys are in the heart of touring, which unfortunately forces you and your friend to lose pretty much all contact. The only way you keep up with his schedule is through Instagram posts and media coverage. You open the text that instructs you to make your way over to Jake’s place. Nothing more, nothing less. Not even a ‘Hello! How are you?’ That’s just how he is though.

You peel yourself from the cozy couch and make your way to your overflowing closet. Flicking the light on, you are greeted with piles of pants, shirts falling off hangers, and shoes in disarray. Your eyebrows shoot up as you haven’t realized how out of hand it’s gotten, but you shrug your shoulders and begin digging for the right fit. You resort to your trusty ole jeans; they hug you in all the right places and the light wash color makes your skin glow. You pull them over the new Adore Me panties you got in the mail today — black cotton bikini cut with a subtle satin leopard pattern adorning them. Ontop you wear a plain white tank layered with a plaid button up and leather jacket. You check yourself out in the mirror and decide it’ll work for tonight. Stepping into the bathroom you freshen your make up and tease your hair. You don’t obsess too long as you are too excited to hang out with the boys. Slinging your purse over your shoulder and nabbing the keys off the hook, you rush out the door.

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Pulling up to Jake’s house you can hear the music faintly humming from across the street. You are a little upset over the fact you thought maybe it would be a chill night with your friends, but it’s beginning to look like a house party. Knowing Jake it wouldn’t be anything crazy, but just enough people and booze to break up any quality time with Sam. You pull back the heavy front door and step inside. There are familiar faces planted on the couches and leaning against the kitchen island. You wave at a few people and smile kindly. No sight of the boys so far. After helping yourself to a drink from the fridge, you wonder around looking for Sam. Something told you that you’d be able to find them gathered around the pool table, racking up the balls and shots. You make your way down the steps and confirming your hunch, there they all were. Smiles bright and welcoming and laughs filling the air. You immediately make eye contact with Sam before any of the others notice your there.

“Hey!” He shouts with his beaming smile.

“Hi stranger,” you reply happily.

He greets you with a strong hug and taps your back while embracing you. You missed these warm greetings. He pulls away and flashes you another smile and your stomach flips in excitement. The other boys greet you with just as much enthusiasm.

“So… How have you been? Tell me all about touring! All I get to see is whatever is on Instagram,” you blurt out.

You grab Sam’s hand and pull him over to the leather couch. Both plopping down, you lean into him, nearly in his lap.

“It’s so much more than what I could have ever thought it would be. The people we meet are wonderful, the places we have been able to visit are gorgeous, and of course being on stage is kick ass,” he reflects.

“I’m literally so proud of you guys! What you’re doing is amazing,” you coo after him.

“It is surreal and rewarding, but I do miss the simplicity of life. It’s so much traveling and socializing… it has been getting overwhelming,” he admits.

“I couldn’t imagine Sam. I know this is something you all have grown to love, but I can tell it’s catching up with you,” you sympathize.

“Yeah, but ya know…. We are almost done with this tour. We will have quite a bit of time to rest up,” he responds in an optimistic tone.

“Just take care of yourself, Sam. I know this tour is about giving the music to others, but don’t forget about you,” you plead with him.

He places his hand on your thigh and gazes into your longing eyes. He toys with his hair; something he always has done subconsciously. With the party bustling around you, you both were in your own world; exchange giggles and soft touches.

“Uh-hem! Hate to break the date, but we do have a game in progress, Samuel,” Jake shouts in a drunken stupor.

The boys all chime in as well. Sam breaks contact and scrambles to his feet. As you imagined the intimate conversation came to a halt, but you enjoyed watching the boys goof around— just like old times. You sink into the couch and sip on your drink. One drink turned to two and two turned to six. The boys had to be nearly ten ahead of you, so you all are feeling silly. By now you are joining in on the game although you know nothing about shooting pool. The boys playfully razz you while Sammy tries to dial you in by cradling and aiming the stick. You draw back, lunge it forward, and the Q ball clacks into another sending it into the pocket. You cheer and jump in place. While dancing around, Sammy unexpectedly smacks your ass. You spin to face him with a stunned look. What’s gotten into him? He shrugs his shoulders and gives you that cheeky grin like he’s done nothing wrong. You smack his arm in return and giggle. You admit to yourself you might have liked it a little.

“Hey now! Keep it PG over there,” Danny teases.

“Yeah, get your head in the game and out of the gutter,” Josh dramatically yells over the noise.

“Focus, Samuel! Must I make this benevolent round of billiards more appealing to your taste? Shall I place a parlay?” Jake chimes in with his gruff accent.

“I can’t even understand you,” Sam plays back.

“Ahhh, for the successor of this round is to receive a concupiscent embrace from Madam Y/N,” Jake adds as he gestures to you.

You raise your eyebrows, partly because you have no idea what he’s talking about and partly because you have nothing to do with this boring game after sinking that one ball out of chance and luck. The only thing making it interesting is the boys smack talking each other. You guess this is all part of it.

“Modern day English please!” Sam shouts back.

Jake breaks character to explain to Sam. “The winner gets a kiss from Y/N you imbecile.”

You’re stunned! Where did this come from? You had maybe thought about kissing Sammy once or twice, but definitely not his brothers. Wonder if you had to? You are not one to turn down or stand in the way of a bet, certainly not between brothers, so no objections could fall from your lips.

“Alright, you’re on,” Sammy accepts as he chalks up the stick.

You hold your head in your hand as Josh and Sam are so far behind in points you could almost taste Jake’s lips on yours. The boys go back and forth; mostly Jake and Danny sinking balls into pockets, and Sam and Josh cursing after missing. It doesn’t take long for the superior team to clear the stripes, and your heart sinks. You desperately wanted Sammy to win so there would be a reason he could kiss you in front of his brothers. Jake slaps Danny on the back and gazes over at you with a sparkle in his eye. You awkwardly break the contact, but that doesn’t deter him from making his way to you. Sam stands in his tracks, gripping the pool stick until his knuckles turn white. Jake nuzzles his legs between yours on the stool. His warm hand cups your cheek, which forces your glistening eyes to meet his. He smiles softly before dipping down to take your lips. As soon as he makes contact you melt. He’s so warm and inviting, literally. Taken back by the moment, your tongue slides into his mouth and entangles with his. He doesn’t hesitate to strengthen the kiss. He presses into you harder, and his fingertips tightening on your face. Your cheeks grow warm and your hands drift to his hips, reciprocating his strong grip. What has seemed like forever has actually been a moment, which is cut short by Sam pulling Jake away from you.

“Enough,” Sam asserts.

“I’m just claiming my win,” Jake defends himself before shooting you a wink.

Sam glares at him as he walks into the next room. Josh and Danny follow to avoid the growing tension. When Sam turns to face you, you see a small piece of hurt in him. He quickly turns it around by pulling you into a side hug while sitting on the stool next to you. He rubs your shoulder in silence and slurps from his Montucky.

“Ya know…” Sam pauses to hiccup.

“No, I don’t know. Please tell Sammy,” you reply softly, unsure if he is upset with you.

“I miss hanging out with you, Y/N,” he continues. “I think about all those nights running around Nashville after we just moved here,” hiccup. “I wish it were that simple again.”

“You wouldn’t change all of this for the world though, Sammy Boy,” you add.

“No. No-no-no. But I would like to step out on the street without being followed and not worry about whoever I’m with being persecuted for potentially being my estranged lover,” he slurs.

“What are you talking about, dork?” You laugh.

“I’m serious! If I were to take you out tomorrow, no doubt someone would snap a picture and start all these elaborate rumors that we are secretly married and shit,” he scrambles out before hiccuping again.

“Alright there Franquis. I think it’s time to cut you off— getting into your conspiracy theories and slurring your words here,” you pause to playfully stare into his dreamy eyes. “Have you been drinking tonight, sir?” You laugh while propping yourself up on his thigh.

“Fuck no! Have you ma’am?” He shoots back behind a wide grin.

“Not a drop,” you continue chuckling while holding your cup up.

Basically falling out of your chair, both of you crumble in your drunken stupidity. Gracefully pulling him onto the floor, you continue to laugh and your head falls onto his chest. His fingertips linger down your side and rest at your waist while his other hand holds your head secure to his body. He hiccups once more, which breaks the growing tension.

“Did that whole bet— make you angry?” You question out of curiosity.

“Maybe a little, but it made me wanna be the one standing between your thighs and taking your tongue in my mouth even more,” he admits.

You are taken back. Did he just say what you think he did? Did Sam want to kiss you as well? Did he want more? Has he always wanted more? You sit up to look him in his glazed over eyes.

“Are you serious or is this the alcohol talking?” You question.

He leans up on his elbows. “Oh c’mon. You don’t think I haven’t ever thought about it?” He replies.

“It hasn’t crossed my mind— I mean I thought it had never crossed your mind—because I always thought we were just friends,” you add.

“Do you wanna be— just friends?” He pauses. “Or would you be okay with being more than that?”

“I— this is all a lot for me to process. Your brother just made out with me— what the hell was that? And now your telling me you wanna be more than—“

“You know I really don’t care. All I wanna do is fuck you right now,” he cuts you off.

His hand clutches to the back of your head, gaining a fistful of your hair. He swiftly manipulates you onto your stomach, pinned beneath him and the floor.

“Sammy—“

“Stop!” He growls at you.

He forces down your jeans just enough to let himself in. You hear his belt jingling and pretty soon feel the head of his cock rubbing between your folds. In he pushes and there’s the sensation you have been missing; his throbbing cock filling your core up. He huffs as it to has been what he has imagined for some time. He pumps hard and fast; the smacking of your ass echoing throughout the room only to be muffled by the noise of the party above. Just as you think he might bust right inside you, he withdraws and stumbles to his feet, and pulls you up right after him. He guides you over to the pool table and drives your hips into the cherry wood. Faster and harder than before, he enters you over and over. More than anything you want to watch his face flush over and stare at your exposed body; knowing he’s had fantasies of this very moment. You whine louder; letting Sam know he’s hitting the your g-spot.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, Sam!” You yell through heavy breathes.

“Shut the fuck up!” He groans. “Everyone is going to hear us.”

Your jaw quickly snaps shut and you bite your lip to muffled your cries. Again, Sam clutches onto your hair and jolts your head back. He stuffs a hand towel from the bar into your mouth. ‘How did he even get this?’ You ponder. Didn’t matter, he successfully silenced you. Continuously he pounds your hips into the side of the pool table; not a sign of slowing down and you are getting sore. You devise a plan to get him to release all these years worth of pent up lust. You reach down between your legs and cup his balls while he’s thrusting inside of you. It stops him dead in his tracks. A deep moan escapes from him, and his head falls back.

“You don’t need to do all the work,” you whisper after snatching the towel out of your mouth.

No coherent reply, just gasping on his part. He slowly starts to pump again, and your grip turns more stern. Massaging and rolling them in your palm makes him wild. You feel him quivering against your walls. He’s trying to suppress his whimpers, but you are not sure if it’s out of secrecy of the act or frustration that you are controlling his climax. His pace picks up, and your hand falls from his manhood to brace yourself against the table. You both cry out simultaneously, and he eventually admits he’s going to bust. A few more violent thrusts and he withdraws to shoot his cum all over your back. Panting and whining, your body collapses over the velvet. Sammy grips your hips, attempting to catch his breath, before he wipes you clean with the same towel he had in your mouth.

Again, you desperately want to see his red cheeks, lidded eyes, and puffing chest. The left overs of your mutual desires. He reaches over and grabs a ciagarette pack and lighter he had abandoned after the last game. You hear the lighter flick a few times and Sam taking a long drag from it. You are both quiet; you don’t have words to meet him after this, and it seems like he’s okay with that. He knows that it was risqué, and he knows that you crumbled over every second of it. So much that he teases your entrance with the head of his cock again. You can slightly see him out of your peripheral, and you know he’s studying how your core hugs his dick when he pushes it in. Cigarette hanging out of his mouth he slowly enters you, then pulls out. Again and again before he gradually goes a little deeper. You gasp and coo, which signals for him to continue. After giving his fantasies a work out, he’s slow and lingering this time. It feels amazing; holding his cock inside you for a moment before he reluctantly pulls back. You feel every inch of him, rather than just feeling the act. He groans behind the smoke before taking the cigarette between his fingers.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna stop,” he admits.

“I would say that we should be more careful; anyone could walk through the door, but I don’t give a fuck if anyone saw,” you respond quietly.

“Is that so?” He questions as he taps the ashes into a whiskey glass.

“Yeah,” you say with a slutty wit.

You maneuver onto your back. Sam’s cock slides out of you; still hard. He looks longingly at you while inhaling deeply. His lips part and the smoke escapes in a tunneling cloud. You return the intense gaze, waiting for him to speak.

“We kinda got right to it there, and we skipped a couple of my favorite parts. Get that sweet ass up and take those clothes off,” he commands as he tucks himself back into his pants.

Without a word, you climb off the table. You exchange spots; he leans against it and you stand away as he eyes you up. You shed your top layers and peel off the skimpy white tank you picked out. Now down to your bra, you shimmy your jeans down. There’s those sassy panties you knew he would like if he had the chance to see them. You reach around to unhook the bra, and let it fall. Sammy cocks his head back with a devilish look. You tease the hem of the panties; attempting to give him some sort of show. Down they fall, and now you are vulnerable to his touch. You feel it, but you know the second he lays his hands on you all of that will fade away.

Nothing needed to be said for you to know that he wanted you to immediately come to him, and so you do. His palms greet your breast and massage them. He doesn’t stray from your eyes though, even as he bends down to take your hard nipple into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles; as if he’s certain that drives you wild, and to your luck— it does. Breaking away, he pushes you to your knees. With a flash of his naughty smirk, you know what he wants. His belt and zipper still hang open so you tug them down, followed by his briefs. After all of this, you felt his dick a lot, but haven’t had a chance to see it. It doesn’t disappoint. Fully hard, he filled you up with 7 inches of passion, and stretched you out perfectly. A bulging vein runs just about his full length. You grow more wet thinking about how much you make his blood pump. You peer up at him with Bambi eyes. He waits for you to take it between your pink, pouty lips. Your tongue slips out to welcome him to his first entrance into your mouth. As soon as your lips suction down around the head, he groans with eyes cinched. You ease into a steady rhythm; your mouth chasing after your hand that’s jerking him off. Once comfortable, you fall into him deeper, letting his manhood bruise the back of your throat. Oh does he like that! So much that he grasps the back of your head and forces you to stay there. You gag on it, but he doesn’t let up. Bouncing your head on himself like your his toy.

“I love the way you taste in my mouth,” you gasp after breaking away.

Groaning, his abdominal muscles flex and relax; you know he’s going to burst. Your hand continues to jerk him as you talk him through his climax.

“I know, Sam! It feels so good, doesn’t it? You wanna cum on me or in me?” You tease.

“I wanna cum in you,” he huffs.

“Yeah. Cum in my mouth! I wanna feel your hot cum drip down the back of my throat,” you continue coaxing before choking on him once more.

He groans out of desperation and finally lets himself release again. His thick cum fills your mouth. He pants and remains still; he’s tender for sure. He pulls out, but your lips quickly trap his release inside of you. You take one deep swallow before wiping your slick lips. He chuckles and caresses your face.

“Good girl.”

You respond with a giggle and bashful expression.

“Why are you trying to look so pure? You just took my dick over a pool table and swallowed my load,” he points out mockingly.

“I sure did. I fucking loved every minute of it too,” you admit.

“Does this officially mean we are more than friends?” Sam asks as he puts himself back together.

“I think this places us much further than friends, but don’t be thinking we are going to get married or anything now,” you joke.

“Jeez, I wasn’t even thinking dating,” he responds.

“You are such an ass!” You exclaim with a smile as you slide your pants on and secure your bra.

Just as you are picking up your strewn about clothes, Jake stumbles in to see the aftermath.

“Holy shit Samuel! I guess you are the real winner tonight,” he gawks as you hide behind your arms. “I’ll leave you two be,” he finishes.

“Good idea,” Sam shouts as Jake stammers out.

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