#sammy kiszka x reader
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fearless - d. wagner
a/n: i know wagner wednesday was yesterday, but fuck it. everyone can leave me alone I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!
notes/warnings: extremely suggestive relationship, no use of y/n, secret relationships, tooth rotting fluff at the end, childhood best friends to lovers, danny being jealous, cursing, like so many allusions to fucking, me writing this late at night, sam, josh and jake being extremely oblivious like just the epitome of "so close! that is a shape! <3"
word count: 2.3k
summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case!
pairing: danny wagner x gn! reader
now playing: fearless (taylor's version) - taylor swift
“run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless"
Samuel Kiszka had met you way back in elementary school, back when you were kind of regarded as a freak. You were playing with a ladybug on the playground during recess, and he came over and asked what you were doing. When you explained, he became fascinated with the ladybug and declared you would be its parents. Then, a stray kickball had flew over, crushing your new baby bug. Some kid laughed at Sam when he started to cry, so you decided to punch that little fucker in the face.
You had been best friends ever since.
A year after that, he came to you and introduced you to a different kid he had met in his new class, the one right beside yours. His name was Daniel.
And since then, it’s always been the three of you, against everything.
You became awfully close with the Wagners and with the Kiszkas, going as far as to call them your family. You grew up in sort of a rough environment, but there was always a place for you on Daniel’s couch or Sammy’s floor.
You smoked your first blunt together, took your first shots together, and cried over breakups that didn’t even matter anymore.
You were a tech kid in high school with a certain knack for equipment and stage managing. Sam and Danny were just starting to get more serious about their music, so there was a time when you didn’t see each other that much. You were busy with whatever production your high school was putting on, and they had formed a band with Sam’s older brothers, Jake and Josh.
You knew it had been Jake’s dream for years, so besides their mother, you consider yourself the first Greta Van Fleet fan.
When their song, Highway Tune, went viral, you just knew it meant huge things for them. You could see it in Jake’s face, hear it in Josh’s voice. This was something bigger than any of you. So, you weren’t really shocked when they came to you and told you that they had a record deal and a few shows booked around the country.
You were only sad that you’d be stuck in Michigan while your best friends toured around the country, maybe even the world.
Then, Sammy told you a stipulation of their contract was that you would get to be on the set team, and with enough experience, you’d lead that team in all the equipment and stage management you could get your hands on.
And you jumped in with them, headfirst, fearless.
That was years ago, and you haven’t looked back since.
But then Sam started to notice something.
Daniel Wagner had been distracted. Never a good thing to be while on tour.
So, he came to you with the problem.
“I’m telling you, there is something up with Daniel!” He practically whined as you packed your bag to go to the next venue.
“Sammy, nothing is up with Daniel. There’s no way.”
“He doesn’t eat, he is always staring off into the distance, he’s always scribbling in his little notebook, he’s acting weird!”
“You guys are on tour, that’s stressful. Maybe he’s just like, at max stress.” You argue, checking that you have your lights and pyro cues for the next stop of the tour.
“Why aren’t you worried about this? You should be worried, he’s your best friend too!”
You stop what you’re doing and turn to face him.
“Maybe he’s fallen madly in love with someone.”
Sam actually laughs out loud at the thought.
“Good one!” He says with a goofy grin on his face. “We would know if he was in love, don’t you think?” He asks.
“Then I just don’t know, Sammy. Go argue with Jake and Josh about this, I have to go meet with the crew about the inventory for the road.” You say, and Sam just drops it to go do exactly that.
His brothers are on the tour bus when he gets there and luckily, Danny is running late. And he is sure to mention that.
“Seems like Daniel is late again... He’s been doing that a lot, huh?” He says, trying not to act too suspiciously.
Josh and Jake share this look, like they’re trying to figure out if Sam has a point or not. But Jake starts to really think about it, and you know what? Shockingly, their younger brother does in fact have a point.
“Now that you mention it, He is acting kind of weird.” He says softly, and Josh nods.
“I had to ask him for my earrings back the other day and when I got to his room, he looked like I caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. I thought he was in the middle of jerking off but now that I think about it, he’s been like that a lot. Always acting like a deer in the headlights.”
So, the whole situation perplexes them, but before they can say anything else on the matter, Danny strolls onto the tour bus.
“Good morning, boys! How are we today?” Now that they had all discussed it, any behavior from him would be suspicious.
“Fine. Why are you late, Dan?” Danny was immediately alarmed by this, since Sam never called him Dan. It was always Danny or Daniel.
“Uh, I just lost my shoes in the room, and they were under my bed. Sorry, I didn’t realize I was keeping you guys waiting.”
Josh, the only one able to play anything cool, just nods, “It’s alright, we weren’t waiting for long. We should probably discuss the setlist for tonight.” Jake hums but he can’t help but notice that Danny has these large black stud earrings in. And he’s sure he’s seen them before, but he can’t quite put his finger on were.
For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.
They stop at a rest stop that afternoon, along with most of the tech crew who travel in their own bus. You go to check in on your boys and buy Sam a snack as a peace offering for not believing him this morning.
But instead, you run into Josh, who decides to find the others with you. You get to talking but you feel him staring at your face, and you blush.
“What, do I have something on my face?” You ask bashfully.
“No,” he hums softly, tilting his head. “You just— Where’d you get that necklace?” He swears he’s seen it before but can’t put his finger on it.
Your hand goes up to fiddle with the necklace, almost nervously.
“It’s a gift from my sister, I wore it when we graduated, remember?” Josh does not remember.
For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Toots, Guess I forgot.” He links arms with you, “Let’s go find the guys, huh?” He smiles. Happy to drop the subject, you go with him willingly.
Sammy, Danny, and Jake are getting their snacks when something catches Danny’s eye, and he won’t stop staring, so Sam looks to see what he could be so bothered by. And all he sees is his older brother, linking arms with you.
He smacks Danny’s arm, whose head snaps to look at him.
“Just Josh, Dude. At Ease, Soldier.” He teases. But he can’t shake this feeling that Danny was bothered by it. But why would he be?
Nothing else weird happens throughout the day, and the show that night goes well. So well, in fact that they invite you to a local bar where they can grab a few drinks and decompress from the day. And that goes really well too, except when Sam sees you the next morning and hickeys cover your neck.
“Dude! What the fuck!?” He asks, investigating your neck further. You blush and shove him off gently.
“Relax, Sammy, I just—I hooked up with someone last night that I met at the bar, and they were kind of rough. No big deal, I’ll never see them again.” You say, with a casual shrug.
Something is off about your tone. But he says nothing.
For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.
And then, he notices these earrings you have in.
Large black diamond studs.
“Nice Earrings.” He comments casually. He swears he’s seen them before, but like, recently! It perplexes him a bit and it must show on his face, because you are quick to clear up any confusion.
“Oh, thanks! I wore them last night for the bar and I just forgot to take them out. They aren’t too casual, so I don’t wear them too often.”
And it makes enough sense. Why would you lie to him about something as stupid as that?
Then, when he sees Danny that night, he’s covered in hickeys.
And Sam thinks he might still be drunk or high, or both. Because what the fuck is going on?! You both were acting strange, and he’s noticing these little things, so he decides to confide in Josh and Jake again, who relay their findings, and they decide they must confront Danny together.
Danny is not too shocked when he goes to get undressed and get his makeup removed only to find the boys waiting for him there. It took him a while to get back to the dressing room.
“Oh, hey guys! Sorry, I didn’t realize you were waiting for me. I got caught up talking to one of the security guards and then I got lost, this venue is so damn confusing.” And then Sam knows he’s lying because if HE could figure out how to return to the dressing room, then Danny, who has an amazing sense of direction, definitely could!
“What’s going on with you, Man?” he asks as he begins to wipe the makeup off his face.
“What? Nothing is going on with me, dude, I told you I just got lost.”
“Bullshit,” Josh calls. “You’re distracted, always late, and have suspiciously good jewelry taste as of late!”
“Yeah! And it’s affecting other people too,” Jake recalls, “Even the tech crew has noticed it! Our stage manager, our best friend, is acting weird too, and I have a feeling it’s because of your shady actions!”
And that’s when it hits Sam.
The earrings.
The hickeys.
The necklace.
The lateness.
The god damn hickeys.
“Just be real with us, Danny—” Josh starts, before Sam stands up.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” He gasps.
And that stops everyone in their tracks. He says your name to Danny, and it immediately catches his attention.
“What about them?” He asks.
“Are you sleeping with them?” Sam asks.
“What?! Sammy, c’mon—”
“Daniel Wagner, are you fucking our stage manager?!”
There’s a pause.
“Sammy. You’re acting—”
“Answer the question.”
“No!” He sighs. “I think they are lovely, and I would love to, and I want to take them on dates and woo them, but I am not fucking our stage manager, Sam. You guys are being paranoid. And if you don’t mind I’d prefer they don’t know about the fact that I like them, okay?”
All the other boys nod. Of course, It makes perfect sense! You and Danny both like each other but you aren’t able to tell each other that because of your long-standing friendship, but you’re sharing jewelry as a way of subtly telling each other. And that explains why he was staring at you and Josh the other day! And the hickeys were from other people because you couldn’t have each other! Duh! Maybe he really did get lost going back to the dressing room.
The conversation quickly shifts and moves on from Danny’s confession, and everything is normal. They could help you realize that the feelings were reciprocated.
When Danny eventually makes it out of there, he makes his way back to his hotel room. But on his way up, he quickly checks to see if any of the boys are following him, before making a stop on the way.
The knock on your door doesn’t startle you, in fact, you were kind of ready for it. You had gotten back a little while ago and turned on the shower to let it heat up. When you answer it, you grin up at him and grab his arm, pulling him inside. He shuts the door behind himself, before his arms are around your waist, leaning in for a long kiss.
It’s full of this gentleness that he grants you because, well, he always greets you with one sweet, truly loving kiss.
When he pulls away, he grins back at you.
“Hi, sweets.” He hums.
“Hey, handsome.” You respond, “Did you put the boys to bed like I asked?” He laughs at your phrasing, leaning down to kiss your jaw. And then your neck. Again. And again. And one more time for good measure.
“Mhm. They asked me if we were together though.” He keeps kissing your neck.
“I figured as much; they’ve been acting weird.”
“They might think I have a crush on you, now.” He says between kisses.
“And what would give them that idea?” You ask.
“…The fact that I told them I had a crush on you.”
“Well, do you?”
“Mm... I dunno. Might have to kiss you a few more times before I decide for certain.” You grin.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... Maybe a little more than kissing too...”
“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your methods, Danny.”
He grins, and kisses you again, this time, deeper, with none of the gentleness of the initial kiss. But there’s a new feeling you get from him now. Hunger.
And you kiss back, as if you have something deeper than hunger. Starvation, maybe.
And you don’t think either of you will ever be satiated.
By the end of the night, he decides he most definitely has a crush on you.
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somethin' stupid (like i love you)
pairing: sam x reader | word count: 5.3k | warnings: kissing, language, alcohol consumption | my masterlist
summary: you and sam have been best friends for years, but the presence of three little unsaid words could be enough to tear you apart.
author's note: Y'ALL this is my longest fic ever like what is happeningggg?? anyways, this fic is almost entirely unedited aside from whatever grammarly told me to fix lol but i love her anyways. i was unsure of how to format this, and i was kinda worried that it was corny, but i think i'm really happy with this one. it makes me so very soft. also it's based off of the song somethin' stupid, which is one of my songs of all time and is also linked below!
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The icy night air stung your cheeks as it whipped around you, making your hair tumble from its carefully done style, and you were sure that you would wake up with a cold in the morning with the way the weather turned you into a sniffling mess. You guessed it was partially your fault for not grabbing a jacket when you and Sam had snuck your way from the cramped, sweltering space of your high school gym, but in your defense, you hadn’t had a lot of time to think it over. You were laughing and dancing with one of your friends, swaying with giddy delight when you felt a hand grasp your own. After whipping around, you saw that it was your best friend, his expression pleading as he made his request.
“Let’s get out of here,” he had said, and you followed without a single question as to why. Next thing you knew, you were walking hand-in-hand down the empty streets, wandering aimlessly in silence. Occasionally, you would hear a quiet sniffle from him, and you couldn’t be sure if it was a product of the environment or something else entirely.
After many minutes of wordless strolling, the two of you came across a playground. Void of any of the childish giggles and shrieks it usually fosters, it was almost an eerie sight. Still, you went with Sam as he turned toward the old, rusty swing set. The seat creaked as he sat down, and the chain on yours squeaked as it gave with your weight. You turned to your friend, studying the serious expression he wore as he gazed downward and kicked the pebbles that littered the ground below him.
“You okay?” you prompted, hoping for him to open up. He kept his eyes away from your own but held his hand out beside him. You reached your own out to him, and he linked his pinky with yours. It was a small gesture, but it didn’t go unnoticed by you. Even when he was hurting, Sam was sure to give you reassuring bits of affection, making it clear that it wasn’t you he was upset with.
“She dumped me,” he finally said after a long moment. His voice lacked any of its characteristic light, and his eyes stayed trained on the ground. The long waves of his thick hair hung like curtains that obscured his face from your view, something you figured he was grateful for.
You sighed and reached out a sympathetic hand, resting it on his arm. “Oh, Sam,” you mumbled, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I know. That’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you. I… couldn’t,” he answered, his voice quiet and strained.
A moment of silence fell between you as you took in what he had said. “Why?” you finally asked, and you could feel the weight of the question hanging in the air the minute you uttered it.
Sam let out a long sigh before answering. “Because… you never liked her anyway. I thought if I told you, you’d just rub it in my face that you were right.”
His confession hit you like a ton of bricks as you say there, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. “Oh, shit, Sam. I… I never meant to make you feel like that. I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he replied through a deep breath. You knew he could tell how bad you felt. Sam was always so in tune with your emotions, quick to lift you up when you were down, but in this moment, you couldn’t let him do that.
“No, it’s not,” you corrected, shaking your head, “It’s really not, Sam. I’ve been a shitty friend. I thought that I was looking out for you, but I was just being a jealous asshole. I think seeing you so happy with someone else… it made me feel left out, y’know? But that’s not your problem, it’s mine. I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about your relationship, and that’s messed up. I’m sorry.” You turned to face him and were surprised when he was already looking at you.
His grip on your pinky moved to your entire hand as he laced his fingers with yours. He wore a gentle smile as he shook his head softly. “No need for an apology. I already forgave you, silly,” he mumbled, brushing stray hairs from your forehead. His hand cradled the back of your head and pulled you forward. You sighed softly as his lips grazed your temple. “I could never stay mad at you, y’know,” he said quietly.
You nodded. “I know,” you teased, “You love me too much.”
He let out a small chuckle and looked down at you. “You got that right. You’re the best friend I have,” he answered. His arm rested across your shoulder, pulling the two of you close despite the groans of the swings you occupied. You tilt your head up, your chin resting on his chest as you meet his gaze. You wished that you could keep this moment in a capsule and return to it over and over again, but you knew that there was more that needed to be said.
“Sam? You wanna talk about it? The breakup, I mean,” you offered, not wanting to pry but also desperately wanting to be there for him.
He gave his head a small shake as he continued to smile down at you. “Nah, it’s okay. I kinda knew it was coming.,” he explained, “She was pulling back. I just tried to ignore it. Told myself I was making it up, y’know?” He said it more like a fact than a question, punctuating it all with a long sigh.
“I’m sorry,” you replied, unsure of what else to say. You looked down at his hand in yours, turning it over and examining his long, slender fingers. You thought about how funny it was that even up close Sam was so beautiful and warm. He was perfect down to each minutia of his being. Your fingers traced along his knuckles, transfixed in the dips and curves between them. You grazed his fingertips and felt the rough calluses that had formed there from years of practice and passion. It was like you had fallen into your own private world as you stared at the canvas of your best friend’s palm.
A small chuckle from Sam pulled you from your daze, his laughter vibrating through his chest and flowing into you. You wore an expression that fell somewhere between amusement and confusion as you looked up at him. “What?” you asked with a soft giggle.
He shook his head as he held his fond expression. “Nothing,” he answered, “You look pretty when you’re all focused like that. Your brows get all scrunched, and your face gets all serious.” He tried and failed to mimic your expression, falling into a fit of wild, bubbling laughter.
You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful look. “That doesn’t sound pretty, Sam,” you chided jokingly, “You make me look like a doofus.” You shoved him lightly, making him only laugh harder.
He shook his head, fighting off his persistent chuckling as he placed his hand on your cheek and tucked a windswept strand of hair behind your ear. “Trust me, sweetheart. You look so pretty right now,” he whispered. Your heart jumped at how shamelessly he said it, making it impossible to not believe him. You swallowed thickly in an attempt to calm your racing pulse.
“Yeah?” you questioned teasingly, “You’re not too bad yourself, y’know.” Your cheeks felt hot as you said it, and you could feel creeping regret encompass you as you were suddenly afraid that you had gone too far and ruined the moment, but a small laugh from Sam calmed you instantly in a way that only he seemed able to do.
He mirrored your question, “Yeah?” His gaze pierced your own, freezing you in place despite your desire to look away and hide your growing bashfulness. You felt completely bare before him, like he was seeing every piece of you, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it or if you even wanted to. Just when it became too much to bear and you moved to turn away, you felt Sam’s fingers grip your chin, keeping you facing him. “You scared?” He asked quietly, his voice even and sincere.
You hesitated before answering, unsure of what the honest answer was. Your heart was racing faster than it ever had, and you felt like you were seconds away from passing out, but as you stared up at Sam, you had never felt safer. You were scared out of your mind, but you knew that he would never lead you astray. You shook your head. “I’m alright, Sam,” you answered shakily.
He smiled softly. “Good,” he cooed as he leaned forward, stopping when his lips were only centimeters from yours. His eyes flitted up to meet your own, silently giving you one last chance to back out. You let out a nervous breath and smiled at him before closing the gap between you, hesitantly locking your lips with his. You heard Sam gasp quietly in surprise, and he stayed still for a moment of pure shock before kissing you back in earnest. His hand on your cheek moved to the back of your neck, pulling you close with all of the gentle passion in his body. You squeezed his hand as you sighed softly into his kiss. Everything around you melted away. There was no playground, no icy wind, and no pressure to be anything but yourself. It didn’t matter where this went or what it would mean for you and Sam tomorrow. All that mattered was this beautiful, messy, perfect moment between the two of you as you made your undefined and unexplored love for each other tangible between squeaky swings and shuffling rocks.
*
Sam may not be right about a lot of things, but he sure was right about one: you really needed to learn to pace your drinking. You stumbled about Josh’s house, placing your hands on empty walls, wobbly shelves, and innocent party-goers in an attempt to steady yourself. Occasionally, you would spot someone you recognized and slur out a desperate “Where’s Sammy?” to which you would get pointed in a direction that never seemed to be where he actually was. After a few minutes of aimless wandering you gave up and decided to make your way to the kitchen. Your stomach had been growling endlessly for about fifteen minutes, and you had ignored it for just about as long as you could in your drunken state. As you crossed the threshold into the kitchen, your foot caught onto a statue near the entryway, sending you tumbling downward. You yelped and braced yourself for impact, but at the last moment, you felt strong hands grip your arm and waist and pull you back up. You mumbled out a quick thanks before turning towards your savior and seeing a familiar face.
“Oh, Sammy!” you gasped, “There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You giggled softly and pulled him into a crushing hug, making it his turn to give a surprised yelp, which was followed promptly by his signature, good-natured laugh.
“Looking for me? What do ya need me for?” he asked. He kept a hand on each of your arms as he talked to you, making sure you didn’t take another dive toward the hardwood floors.
You stared blankly for a moment before shrugging. “Don’t remember,” you answered before a look of realization crossed your face, “Oh, yeah, I’m drunk. And hungry.” Your stomach growled loudly, cementing your latter point. “See?” you added, pointing to your belly.
He let out a bark of laughter before he looked at you with a smug grin. “Lemme guess, you didn’t listen when I said that doing all those shots with Jake and Josh was a bad idea, huh?” his voice had a tinge of prideful victory, and it was putting a serious damper on your excitement at finding him.
You let out a groan and stuck your lip out in a pout. “It’s their birthday, Sammy. What kind of friend would I be if I turned down shots?”
“A sober friend,” he countered with a chuckle, “Besides, they’re professional alcoholics. No one can keep up with them.” He pulled you into his side and ruffled your hair slightly.
“Hey!” you whined, swatting his hand away from your now-tangled hair, “You know, I think you only say that no one can keep up with Jake and Josh because you’re a lightweight.” You look up at him, wiggling your eyebrows in an act of challenging playfulness.
He rolled his eyes. “Watch it there, sweets. Don’t wanna bite the hand that keeps you from falling on your ass,” he quipped, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he felt you shift your weight from one foot to the other.
“Whatever,” you dismissed with a scoff, “You know I’m right, though. That’s why you never drink much at these parties.” Now it was your turn to look up at him smugly, your nose scrunching slightly.
He brought his other hand forward and tapped the tip of your nose with his index finger playfully. “You wish,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t drink because I know you’re gonna get wasted and beg me for a ride home. What you gotta say about that one?” His gaze on you was triumphant as he expectantly waited for you to answer.
You opened your mouth to protest but stopped as your cheeks flushed, and your face grew into a half-hearted glare. “Can we get Taco Bell on the way home?” you finally asked defeatedly.
You felt Sam shake with laughter as he nodded, “Sure,” he agreed, “Now, c’mon, let’s go say bye to everyone. Don’t wanna be bad guests, now do we?” You nodded in reply, and he started to guide you out of the kitchen in search of his brothers. Finding them proved to be anything but a difficult feat, considering that all it took to find Josh was to listen for the loudest person and head in their direction. Jake, of course, was right beside his twin, Josh’s arm wrapped affectionately around his shoulders. After wishing them goodbye and a happy birthday and assuring them that while, yes, you’d love to stay, you really did have to go home, you set your sights on finding Danny. He was just as easy to find as the twins, pouring himself another drink and making friendly conversation with some of the other guests. You and Sam bid him farewell and began to make your way out of the house. You clung desperately to Sam’s side as you made it through the living room, and only three extra goodbyes and one near-faceplant later, the two of you had made it outside and all the way to Sam’s car. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you, helping you climb inside.
“Thank you, Sammy,” you mumbled, “You’re a real sweetheart.” You gave him an affectionate pat on the arm, which he returned before shutting the car door and moving to the driver’s side.
“Alright,” he said as he sat behind the wheel, “You ready to go? Got your seatbelt buckled?”
You gave a gasp of realization, “Oh!” The seatbelt made a loud zipping sound as you pulled it across your body. Sam watched with fond amusement as you tried again and again to click the buckle into place, finally nailing it on your fourth try. “Got it!” you exclaimed, all giggles and excitement.
He laughed along with you as he backed out of Josh’s driveway and set off down the road. You let the time pass between you, an ever-flowing stream of consciousness pouring from you as you shared anything and everything on your mind. Sam listened to every word, never interrupting or making you feel silly for your drunken rambles. It was the kind of thing that you’d really appreciate and probably comment on if you were a little more sober.
Eventually, you felt the car slow down as Sam pulled into the Taco Bell drive-thru. An excited squeal left your throat as the car rolled to a stop. He rolled down the window, and a few moments later the metallic voice rang through the speaker, asking for your order. You heard Sam ask for a moment before he turned to you with a lopsided grin. “Alright, what are you having, sweets?” he asked.
You gave a loud, exaggerated hum as you thought it over, staring at the menu through the windshield. “Ummm, quesadillas,” you finally answered, “Oh, and a Mountain Dew, please. A big one.” You held your hands up and mimed the shape of a comically large drink. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled softly in response, ordering quickly and driving up to the window. You leaned over and reached down for your purse. As you picked it up with a victorious huff, you stuffed your hand inside, fishing around for your wallet. However, your movements stopped when you felt Sam’s hand on your arm.
“Don’t worry about it,” he told you, shaking his head as he pulled out his own wallet from his pocket. He moved to take out his card but stopped with a sigh as you shoved a few bills his way.
“Lemme pay, Sammy,” you pleaded, “People are gonna think I’m a gold digger if you’re always buying.” You hoped your attempt at a joke would make him give in, but it seemed that the odds weren’t in your favor as he shook his head again, pushing the bills away.
“Nice try,” he said as he handed his card to the woman at the window, “Besides, we’re not even dating. No one’s gonna call you a gold digger.” He laughed, mostly to himself, and took his receipt from the cashier. You pouted slightly as you heard her tell him to pull into a parking spot, letting him know that the food would be out in a few minutes.
You were about to open your mouth to complain about how hungry you were, but when you looked at Sam, the thought was erased from your mind. The glow of the parking lot lights washed across his features, making them seem beautifully sculpted and impossibly soft all at once. His lips looked plush and full as he sang along quietly to the radio, and the way his lashes fluttered with every blink was enough to make your heart beat out of your chest.
Before you could stop yourself, you reached out with one hand, gently touching his cheek. “You’re so pretty, Sammy,” you whispered as your thumb brushed along the smooth skin of his cheek. He laughed softly and thanked you, but you shook your head, feeling a burning need to make him understand. “No, I mean it,” you insisted, “You’re beautiful. The light makes your face look so good.” You leaned over the center console, craving to be close to him.
You didn’t notice the soft flush of his cheeks, but you felt his hand grab yours softly and place it back in your lap. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he answered with a small smile playing across his lips, “You look really nice, too. Even if you’re a little sauced.”
You sigh, ignoring his playful dig at your current state. Your gaze stayed trained on him for a few more lingering moments. “You look the way you did in the playground that one time,” you mumbled, and you felt your cheeks heat up even as you said it.
“Yeah?” he asked, tensing slightly and gripping the steering wheel tighter with his left hand, his right one drumming on the gear shift.
You nodded. “Yeah. I think about it a lot. Do you?” you asked with such unfiltered candor that Sam couldn’t deny you the truth.
“Yeah. Sometimes,” he uttered, his eyes staying trained forward, unable to face you. It was only when he felt your soft grip on his chin that he turned.
“I wanna kiss you, Sam,” you blurted. The words hung in the air, and you desperately wanted to take them back, but it was too late, and as much as you could try to deny it in the morning, they were all true.
He searched your face for a few seconds, confusion and heartbreak dancing over his features. “No, you don’t, sweets. You’re drunk,” he muttered with a shake of his head, “You’re just getting in your head and saying things that you don’t mean.” His hand firmly but gently gripped your wrist, pushing your hand away. You moved it back immediately, your face holding a look of vulnerable want.
“No,” you protested softly, “Drunk or sober, this is what I want. I just… I’ve never been brave enough to say it before. Please, Sam, you know I love you.” You leaned forward slightly, praying to whatever powers that be that maybe he would feel the same way, but he only shook his head, placing his hand over yours.
His voice came out in a pained whisper, punctuated with a shake of his head, “I love you, too.” They were the exact words you wanted to hear, but you never knew how painful they could be. What you thought would be a heartfelt confession became the biggest rejection of your life. You opened your mouth to speak back, to ask why he didn’t want you if he loved you so much, but you were cut off as a woman approached the car, knocking on the window and handing Sam your food. You sat in a terrible silence as he placed your drink in the cup holder and handed you the brown paper bag. He stared ahead for a moment before sighing and putting on a half-hearted smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Alright, sweets. Let’s get you home.” And just like that, the moment was over.
*
Hot tears poured down your cheeks, burning your skin and making you choke with every sob. You wiped your nose with your sleeve, not caring how gross you would normally find the habit. Your knees were pulled tightly to your chest as you sat perched on your couches. After a few moments, your breathing slowly evened out, and you took a deep breath before reaching for your phone, dialing quickly and praying for an answer.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard Sam’s voice from the other line, full of cheer and affection. The sound of him alone was enough to pull fresh tears from you, pouring out in loud cries. He responded immediately with concern, “What’s wrong?” His question was simple. He never pushed too far, and it was something you appreciated now more than ever.
You sniffled loudly for a few moments before answering. “I dumped Austin,” you sobbed, “Can you please come over?”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Do you need anything?” He asked, his answer swift and to the point.
After a few moments of silent thought, you whimpered back, shaking your head, “No, just get here as soon as you can, please.” Your grip on your phone was tight and desperate as if holding it close would bring Sam to you faster.
“Alright. I’ll be there soon. You hang in tight, okay? I love you,” he cooed, slowly easing your nerves, making your breath still.
“Okay,” you sighed, “Thank you, Sammy. I love you, too.” You hung up the phone and took a deep breath. All you wanted was to ball back up on the couch and scream, but you decided that you should try getting yourself together before Sam arrived. You were sure he wouldn’t mind if you were a blubbering mess, but it wasn’t like he could help you much if you could barely speak.
You walked into your kitchen, throwing open your freezer and grabbing a tub of ice cream. It made a soft thudding sound as you dropped it unceremoniously onto the counter and swung the door to the freezer closed. Next, you pulled open the drawer nearest to the stove, grabbing a spoon for yourself and an extra one for Sam. The old barstool that was posed near your kitchen island screeched as you dragged it towards you, and it creaked loudly when you sat upon it. You mentally reminded yourself to look for new barstools and yanked the lid off of the ice cream, scooping a large spoonful and shoving it into your mouth. The sugar truly did little to lift your spirits, but at least it didn’t make you feel worse. At least that was what you were telling yourself when you heard a knock at the door, signaling Sam’s arrival.
You got up from your place at the counter and plodded to the door. As you opened it and saw your friend’s face, you fell into his arms in a tight, bone-crushing hug. “Hey, Sammy,” you mumbled into his chest.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he answered. You felt his hand splayed out across your back, rubbing up and down in a comforting gesture. After a moment, he spoke again. “You okay?” he asked, his voice full of gentle concern.
You let out a long sigh. “Yes. No. I don’t really know,” you whined, “I feel so bad, Sam. He had no clue it was coming.” Your head fell forward, landing in your palms as you rubbed your temples in frustration and uncertain grief. You slowly moved back to the kitchen and plopped back into your chair.
“I thought things were going really well,” Sam asked, following you and sitting beside you at the counter.
You nod as you take another bite of ice cream and nudge the extra spoon in his direction. “It was. I mean, he was so sweet and nice. He would come to all my family stuff, even when he knew he didn’t have to, and he was always doing all these sweet little things to make sure I knew he cared. Flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards, y’know? He was the best boyfriend I ever had,” you shared, one long stream of consciousness pouring out of you.
Sam sat in silence for a moment, taking in what you had to say. Then, he gave a long sigh and finally answered, “I don’t understand then, sweets. Why’d you dump him?”
It was your turn to give a sigh in response, paired now with a shake of your head. “I didn’t love him,” you said quietly, “I tried. I tried so hard to love him. I mean, why not, y’know? He was a nice guy, the kinda guy I should consider myself lucky to be with. But I just couldn’t do it. No matter how hard I tried.” Tears started to roll down your cheeks again and your shoulders started to shake as Sam pulled you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“Hey, it’s alright. You don’t have to love anyone. You know that? Besides, any guy who’s with you is the lucky one, not the other way around,” he cooed sweetly to you as he gently patted you on the back, swaying slightly.
You gave a small huff, leaning into Sam’s embrace. “It’s like this every time. I meet a nice guy, and I try to love them, I really do, and it always just blows up in my face. God, what’s wrong with me?” you cried as you buried your face into the crook of his shoulder.
He shushed you softly, “Oh, now, come on. You know nothing’s wrong with you. You’re the best gal I know, and you shouldn’t try to force yourself to love anybody. That’s not the way to go about it. It’s not fair to yourself.” You felt his head tilt downward to look at you. “What’re you doing trying to make yourself love all these guys anyway?” he asked, no mocking tone in his voice, only a genuine desire to understand.
“It’s embarrassing, Sam,” you replied with a shake of your head, “I can’t….” Your sentence trailed off and you kept your face pressed against his body, unable to answer.
He nodded, “Alright. That’s fine. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but just try to remember that things are gonna work out, okay? You’re gonna find someone out there who’s gonna really knock your socks off.” A small chuckle rumbled in his chest as he tried to slowly lift your spirits.
“No, I won’t, Sam,” you muttered, “I’ve tried over and over. It’s not gonna work out for me.”
Your words only made him tighten his grip on you. “Now, that’s crazy talk,” he chided softly, “Why would you think a thing like that?”
“Because you don’t love me.”
Your words hung between the two of you, Sam being the first to cut through the thick tension they left behind. “What?” he asked, his voice bearing incredulous confusion, “Of course I love you. I tell you I love you all the time.”
You gave a frustrated groan and pulled yourself away from him. “God, Sam, you just don’t get it. I don’t mean love like that. I mean love. You might love me, Sam, but you don’t want me. Not the way I want you.”
A painfully loud, blaring silence filled the room as the weight of what you said rested on the man before you. He didn’t say a word, his eyes staying locked on the floor.
“See?” you continued, “I’ve always loved you, Sam. I thought it was pass, but… fuck, I love you, Sam. And you just don’t love me. You never did.”
You opened your mouth to say more but was cut short as you felt warm, soft lips pressed against your own. Your body went rigid with shock for a moment before melting into Sam’s kiss. Deep, hungry sighs of relief flowed between the two of you as you desperately grabbed at each other. His tongue slotted itself between your lips, coming to meet with your own as his hands combed through your hair, gentle need filling him as he cradled you to his being. Your hands rested upon his shoulders and acted as an anchor to prove to yourself that this was real and not some sick joke your brain was playing on you.
After you could hardly breathe and had exhausted yourself in the raw passage of love you shared, you pulled back, looking Sam in the eyes. “I’ve always loved you,” he confessed, “I loved you since that night we kissed our senior year. I just… I was scared. The way I feel about you, it’s bigger than me. Hell, it’s bigger than the both of us put together, and I was scared that if I told you, if I really put my money where my mouth is and just laid it all out, it would ruin what we had. I could never afford to lose you. I still can’t. I just always told myself that I’d do whatever it takes to keep you around, even if it meant I couldn’t love you the way I wanted.”
You were almost moved to tears at his words as you pulled him close, hugging him tighter than you ever had before. “Oh, Sam, you’re so stupid. Stupid and wonderful. How could I ever not love you? And how could a love like ours ever go bad?” You tilted your head up and kissed him again, feeling so free just to know that you could.
A loud laugh rumbled through his chest as he held you and kissed you back. “Yeah, I guess love makes us all a little stupid, doesn’t it?” he asked and looked down at you, his playful, lopsided smile plastered to his face.
You giggled with unbridled delight. “I guess you’re right on that one,” you conceded, “At least we can be stupid together, right?”
“Right,” he answered, leaning in and kissing you sweetly. You smiled into his kiss, happy in the fact that you and Sam were both incredibly, undeniably stupid and unmistakably, absolutely in love.
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warning: pure fluffy domestic morning sammy shenanigans, like one mild sex implcation but that's it. It's all fluff besides the one comment.
Freezing. It was freezing in your bedroom. Teeth chattering and nose cold, you shivered at the drop in temperature. Rolling over your face-to-face with a sound asleep Sammy wrapped in YOUR sherpa blankey, you huff in annoyance and poke his forehead.
“Sam.” Nothing.
“Sammy!” You whisper-yelled, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. That did the trick. Furrowing his eyebrows, he peeps an eye open as he reaches an arm out, pulling you into his warm body.
“Wha-God, baby, why are you so cold?” Sam hissed when you put your frozen hands on his chest and your freezing toes against his shins.
“‘Cause somebody stole my blankey.” you huffed, tugging at the blanket around his shoulders.
“Oh…Sorry baby.” he whinces when he realizes he’d taken your favorite blanket in his slumber. Pulling it from his shoulders, he wraps it around your body, tucking it into your sides, pulling it over your head and up to your chin, successfully cocooning you in the blanket.
“Better?” he asks.
“Mmm, so much better. And it's all warm from your body heat. Thank you.” you whisper, nuzzling your face into the blanket's warmth.
“Come here.” Sam says, pulling you closer into his chest as he rests his chin on your head. You nuzzle further into his heat and preen as your body begins to warm back up.
“What time is it?” you ask, yawning.
“I don’t know, just go back to sleep, bug.” Sammy whispers.
“Ok.” you yawn one last time and drift back off.
* * *
This time, something wet and cold pressing into the side of your ear wakes you from your slumber.
“Aht, Rosie, No, over here. Come lay down next to Daddy.” Sammy whisper-yells at her, snapping his finger and pointing to the space by yours and his feet. Whining, the pity obeys and slinks into her spot, curling into a bun and resting her head on your feet. Opening your eyes, you smile at Sammy.
“How’s my little caterpillar doing?” Sammy chuckles, pulling the blanket he cocooned you in back over your head.
“Good and warm. Slept like a baby after you swaddled me like one.”
“I’m glad. I wouldn’t want my girl getting frostbite now.” Sammy smiles, moving a piece of hair from out of your face.
“You know who I feel like right now?” you giggle.
“Who?”
“Janet and Rita!” you say in a croaky old accent.
“Oh no. Please don't.” Sammy rolls his eyes, wincing.
“Here come the grannies!!” you quote in the croaked accent, wiggling your “witch” fingers at Sammy as you delve your finger into his sides.
“No, please!” He belly laughs as you tickle his tummy and sides. Sam grabs your arms and rolls atop you, pinning your arms to your sides and caging your body in between his legs, successfully stopping your tickle attack.
“You and that damn show!” Sam sighs, shaking his head at you playfully.
“Don’t lie to me and tell me you haven’t joined Rosie and I while we watched Bluey.” you tease, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Shut up.”
It’s the last thing he says before bending down and kissing your lips. You lean into his kiss and sigh out in content. Sammy’s kisses were always deep and sweet, but something about this kiss had a bit more fervor to it that had you chasing his lips as he pulled away.
“I love you.” he sighs, pressing his forehead into yours.
“I love you too, Sammy.” you whisper against his lips.
Woof!
“And you too, Miss Rosebud!” you giggle, craning your neck to look at Rose, who is now standing by the closed bedroom door.
“I guess we don’t have any time to play, huh?” Sam sighs into the crook of your neck.
“Not now. We must feed the baby.” you giggle, running a hand through his bed head.
“Later?” Sammy asks, pulling his face away from your neck.
“Later.” you promise, biting into your bottom lip.
Sammy smirks, sealing the deal with a kiss and popping up from the bed.
“Come on, Rose! Let’s go potty and eat!” he yells, clapping his hands together as he exits the bedroom with Rose.
* * *
You quickly wash your face, brush your teeth and hair, and slip into a comfy sweater and sweatpants before padding into the living room. Walking into the living room, you see Rosie eating by the back door and Sammy cooking at the stove, now wearing a soft blue sweater with his pajama pants. Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your cheek against his back.
“Glad you could join us,” Sammy smiles, squeezing your arms that were wrapped around him.
“I didn’t pick a record because I thought you could do us the honor.”
“Oooooh the highest honor indeed! Thank you, bub. I’ll be right back.” you say, kissing his shoulder blade and padding over to the turn table.
Crouching down, you brush your finger across the spines of your shared vinyl collection. Landing on one in particular, you pull it from its place and unsheath the record from its protective sleeve. Placing the record down on the turntable, you pick up the needle and place it on a specific song. The sultry vocals of Jimi Hendrix’s “Have You Ever Been (to Electric Ladyland)” fills the quiet.
You dance back into the kitchen, where Sam has begun plating your breakfast.
“Ah, so it’s a Jimi kind of morning, I see,” Sammy smirked as you danced around the kitchen, swaying your hips to the music.
Finishing his plating, he grabs your plates and goes to the kitchen table, placing them in your respective spots.
Sam rejoins your little dance party, grabbing your waist with both hands and dancing with you as “Gypsy Eyes” begins to play.
“Well, I realized that I’ve been hypnotized! I love your gypsy eyes. I love your gypsy eyes.” Sam sings, spinning you around to face him.
As you shimmy and dance around the kitchen and living room, singing and dancing, the song starts to end.
“Ok, my little gypsy, let's eat.” Sammy chuckles, kissing your nose and patting your ass softly.
As you finish up your breakfast, so does the record.
“It’s your turn to pick a record now.” you smile as you pick up your plates and head into the kitchen to clean up. As you begin washing the dishes, you hear the sounds of “Love in Store” by Fleetwood Mac fill the house.
“Samuel Francis, I know you did not pick this for yourself.” you scold as he walks back into the kitchen.
“You’re right. I picked it for you. I know you love this album, and I wanted to keep the good vibes going.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.
Finishing the dishes, you start shimmying again, but now to the sweet melody of “Gypsy.”
“I’m starting to sense a theme today.” you smile, waltzing into Sammy’s open arms.
“Mmm, I guess so.” he smiles, swaying the two of you back and forth.
How did you get so lucky? You smile to yourself as you stare into your lover's eyes.
She is dancing away from you now
You pull away from his arms and wiggle away, spinning around in Stevie-style circle with your hands stretched out wide. Sam just admires you in your element with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. As you finish your little dance, your hair is tousled, your cheeks are flushed, and you stand there as you giggle and grin at him. Shaking his head playfully, he stalks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your arms go around his neck.
“I love you so so much.” he smiles, eyes glimmering as he looks down at you.
“I love your spirit and your confidence. I love your smile and that you love music just as much as I do. I love waking up to your silly shenanigans every morning, and I love our little family. I love the life we’ve created and that I get to spend the rest of my days with you. I love you so much, bug,”
“I love you too, Sammy,” you smile, eyes watery and lips pouty. He leans in and kisses you passionately as the song fades out.
How did you get so lucky?
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Something More- Chapter 2
18+
Word Count: 5.6k
Chapter Summary: The twins birthday, Josh’s guest bedroom, getting caught…what could be better?
Pairings: Sammy x Reader
Danny x Reader
Tropes: friends to enemies?
enemies to lovers
friends to lovers
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are under 18. Alcohol use. Strong/hurtful language.
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Part 3
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“I’m glad you came with me,” his voice sounded from behind you.
You flipped over onto your side to look at him, his hand falling off your back and onto the sheets.
“So am I.”
He smiled tiredly as he dropped his head against a pillow, shuffling under the sheets to get more comfortable. A hand found your hip, nudging for you to come closer to him.
“I liked you a lot in high school, you know?”
He spoke with his eyes closed, his voice slow and quiet.
“I didn’t know that.”
He chuckled softly.
“I guess I wasn’t obvious enough.”
Your stomach dropped a bit, that familiar burning rising again to your chest. You bit your lip; perhaps your body’s way of trying to tell you not to ask the question you were about to ask.
“What do you feel now?”
His eyes fluttered back open to look at you.
Your heart sank. You should have just stayed quiet.
“I’m not sure,” he chimed out, his voice clearer and more attentive now, “it’s been a long time.”
You swallowed a lump in your throat.
“Yeah, it has.”
“But I do know how jealous I get whenever I see you with Danny.”
He chuckled out and you couldn’t help but quirk the corner of your lip up.
“Some things never change, I guess,” he spoke again.
You propped yourself up on your arm in a sudden fit of amusement.
“You were jealous of Danny in high school? No way.”
Sam raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.
“When it came to you, yeah. Although in every other aspect he was the biggest dork I’d ever met.”
You chuckled together.
“I’ll be sure to tell him that,” you answered, lowering your head onto his chest and closing your eyes.
“You will not,” Sam breathed out quietly, a grin tugging at your lips as you both drifted to sleep
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That was how it had been for the last couple of months mostly.
Giddy smiles down at your phone when you read his stupid dirty texts, showing up to his house with a bottle of wine, waking up with his arm wrapped over your side.
It felt good.
It was fun as Sam put it, just having fun.
You told yourself you were okay with fun, that being able to reap the benefits of a relationship without the responsibility of one was something to relish in. How you truly felt was not something you offered much thought to.
You checked the time, 7:40 pm, how on time did you need to be to their birthday party anyways?
You stood in front of your mirror, finishing up the last few buttons on the casual black mini dress you bought at a consignment shop mainly for the cargo short-esque pockets that adorned it. You slipped on a pair of frilly white socks and old black loafers, a pairing that Sam and Danny ruthlessly teased you for in high school, though now it seemed you were just ahead of trend.
Sam had offered to drive, but seeing that neither one of you had disclosed your recent relations to anyone, not even Danny, you had thought it best to go separately so as not to turn any heads. As Sammy always did he let it roll right off his back, not catching on that you had hoped he’d be at least slightly disappointed.
You optimistically got in your car to drive, telling yourself you would only have two or three drinks, though three out of four times you did so you ended up sleeping in one of Josh’s guest bedrooms until the next morning. This time, though, you told yourself it’d be different, you’d be responsible.
It wasn’t a big gathering or ordeal like birthdays past for the two twins, no raging house parties or cop raids while the Kizska’s parents were away visiting relatives or out to dinner and drinks with some friends, but it was still a Kiszka party. The backyard was strung with lights, and music was humming pleasantly in the background from scattered speakers. The boys had even splurged for some heaters in the brisker nights of spring. Few people you knew were there, mostly a collection of vibrant personalities the boys had met in the music scene and while living in Nashville, people you didn't know exactly how to approach or lead a conversation with the way the Kiszka boys could. You grabbed yourself a glass of champagne and found a spot farther from the main crowd and closer to a heater. It wasn’t like the rinky dink parties in high school that you found yourself missing some nights, but it was nice
“Don’t worry, the real party will start in a couple of hours.”
Sam bent and whispered into your ear before shooting back up to his full height.
You jumped slightly before realizing it was just him and offered a polite smile in response.
“I’m only staying for a few drinks, drove myself here and I’m planning on driving myself back…you know, like a responsible adult,” you straightened, trying to look as poised as possible.
“I’ve heard that one before,” he chuckled knowingly, “usually ends with Danny and Josh carrying you to bed.”
You gave him a playful glare, breaking into a coy smile quickly.
“Yeah well, we’ll see where the night takes us.”
You stood in silence for a bit, just watching as everyone else chatted and drank, a few people dancing around the yard to whatever music Josh had chosen that night. As always, Josh was the primary planner while Jake was mostly just along for the ride.
You shivered a bit as you felt Sam’s long slender fingers pinch at the hem of your dress, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before dropping his hand back to his side.
You looked up at him with an inquisitive face at his bizarre action.
“That’s a nice dress, it’s a little short don’t you think?”
Your eyes widened and your hands immediately patted down the bottom of the entire dress, trying to feel where it laid on your legs and if you’d been walking around with your ass out every time you’d worn it in the last 4 months.
Sam only stifled his laughter as he watched you, earning a shove against his arm.
“Don’t scare me like that Sam, that’s one of my biggest fears-“
“I know, I know because in ninth grade your skirt got stuck in your underwear and no one told you till 3rd period!”
Sam laughed to himself, hunching over and gasping for breaths as you continued your shoving.
“Yes,” you exclaimed, giving him one shove that almost sent him toppling over, “so why would you do something like that, how stupid are you!?” you gave him one final push as he straightened up, chuckling with him a little.
“You’re fun to tease, that’s why,” he said before sighing into a small and final chuckle.
Your cheeks turned warm, the way they did almost every time Sam flirted with you. You always wondered if he did the same, you thought most likely not.
“It looks good-the dress-I like it,” he offered before taking a swig of his drink.
You went shy at the compliment despite having been sleeping with him for the past 3 months.
“Thanks,” you replied softly, looking down at the dress to inspect it one last time.
“You look even better in it,” his hand snaked under the back of the dress slightly, squeezing at your ass.
You let out a little gasp as your eyes widened, immediately slapping his hand away and looking around to see if anyone had seen.
“Sam!”
You reprimanded in a hushed tone.
“What?”
He replied in his signature laxed voice, not a worry in the world.
“No one’s watching, and even if they were, no one cares.”
“Well I care!”
You offered somewhat spitefully. He only looked down at you with a smirk and those eyes, eyes that meant trouble.
“How about,” he began, leaning into your ear and finding his way back under your dress, “we take a trip inside, I left my jacket in his guest room and it’s getting a little cold out.”
You just looked back at him, matching his mischievous grin with a glare of your own.
“At your brother’s birthday, really Sam?”
You countered, slapping his hand off of you once again.
“I’m just really, really cold y/n, I’m just asking you to come get my jacket with me.”
“Get it yourself.”
You retorted, crossing your arms against your chest.
This time he just moved his hand to the back of your neck, trailing his fingers into your hair, gripping at your roots and tugging down gently.
“I’ll get lost,” he frowned disappointedly, looking down at you.
His hand tightened around the fistful of hair he had in his hand.
You let a small gasp fall from your lips, cursing yourself for giving him any reaction. As much as you felt guilty about even the prospect of sneaking off to hook up with Sam in Josh’s house, you just couldn’t help yourself around him.
“I-I guess I could help you out.”
You managed out the words.
The corner of Sam’s mouth quirked up into a satisfied grin as he softened his grip and returned his hand to his side.
“Great.”
You ventured inside, Sam’s hand ghosting your lower back whilst leading you through the yard and inside. A few people were in the house, getting caught up in conversation while waiting for the bathroom or grabbing food and drinks, but for the most part it was quiet. You stopped in front of the bedroom door, a door you had become far too acquainted with in the last year.
“After you.”
Sam motioned to the door and you twisted the knob, entering the guest room that was mostly a place for Josh to house all of his extra plants. Every window was bombarded with long dangling vines and the corners were scattered with terracotta pots resting on the floor. The room was dimly illuminated from the warm lights lining the backyard shining through the windows. You looked down to the bed, no coat to be seen.
“Looks like I must’ve left it somewhere else.”
Sam’s voice rang out quiet and smooth as he closed the door behind him, a small click sounding out as he turned the lock.
“Well, you are so forgetful.”
You teased, moving your way towards him and resting your palms on his chest as you stared up at him. His features were being lit up with the dull warmth of outside, the sharp curves of his nose and the impressive contour of his jaw. He parted his lips and smiled, that smile made you weak.
“It seems that way.”
He brought his hand up to your face, cradling your jaw firmly in his palm.
You told yourself not to enjoy moments like this, not to make yourself believe in the fantasy that was you and Sam. It was hard, at times like these, when he touched you so softly, looked at you so sweetly, spoke to you with such phantom flattery. When it was just you and him, alone, it seemed like so much more, it seemed real.
He swept his tongue over his lips and your eyes darted down, focused intensely on the way it made his lips glisten. You let your hands wander lower until your fingers hooked over the waistband of his pants. You had learned what Sam had liked in the last few months, what he didn’t like, and what drove him absolutely wild.
He brought his face down to yours, painfully slowly, stopping as his lips sat only a centimeter away from yours, breaths warm on each other's faces. The ends of his hair fell in front of his face and tickled your nose. It was shorter now, not even reaching his shoulders.
“Should I fuck you now?”
He questioned, his voice deep and soft as his chest rose and fell.
You only matched his stare, eyes wide as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Should I fuck you hard right here while everyone else is outside?”
His other hand came up to cradle the other side of your face, his eyes were transfixed on your lips now, never glancing anywhere else.
“Hmm? Should I?”
He asked again, waiting for anything, a nod, a hum of recognition, a shift in your stance.
“Yeah, I think you should.”
You answered, tightening your grip around his jeans. His lips jumped into a satisfied grin, pulling your face towards him and kissing you. Your lips moved together quickly as they connected, you both knew each other, your lips, your bodies, the way one another moved. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, a pairing you would normally cringe at, but when it came to Sam, it was so perfect. You were addicted to it, how he tasted, how he felt, his skin against yours, his voice whispering your name and his teeth nipping at your neck, you couldn't get enough.
He pulled away, pushing you back and onto the bed, his chest heaving with excitement and his lips flushed pink. You fell onto your back, propping yourself up on your forearms to look at him, a satisfied smirk growing on your lips as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it onto the floor. He moved towards you, stopping once he stood in front of you, your hands hurriedly moving to his belt, undoing it sloppily. He grabbed at your hair again, tugging lightly to make you look up to him as your hands continued working until his pants hung open on his hips..
He liked that, when you watched him.
“Just a quick one,” he smirked, “can’t miss cake.”
He released you, shoving his pants and underwear down and releasing his hard cock as he ran his hand over himself a few times.
“Is that all for me?”
You questioned as he began to crawl on top of you.
He chuckled under his breath, “Yeah, it is. You gonna be good for me and take it all?”
His fingers worked at unbuttoning the top of your dress, snaking a hand under and squeezing at the supple flesh of your ass once your breasts were exposed in the parting of your top.
You bit your lip to stifle a whimper as his hand slipped under your underwear, fingers moistening themselves in your arousal before bringing them up and teasing your clit.
“Mhmm,” you managed out, one hand grasping at the bedsheets beside you as the other entangled itself in Sam’s hair.
“God,” he hummed out, slipping a finger inside of you, “always so wet for me, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, a cocky grin finding home on his lips. He moved his gaze from where his hand was working underneath your dress, now scrunched up and settled on your waist, to your eyes, waiting for a response.
“Y-yeah, Sammy, I am.”
You whimpered out, the nickname he once hated now sounding so sweet coming from your lips.
“That’s my good girl,” he added another finger, pumping in and out of you slowly while his thumb ghosted your clit, his hard cock pressing needily on the inside of your thigh.
Your mouth hung open in ecstasy, he was so good with his fingers. His lips trailed down your neck and to your chest, leaving a scattering of slowly fading red marks down your sternum.
“You’re so slutty, angel, so hot.”
He mumbled against your skin, taking his fingers out of you and pushing your pantied aside, quickly lining himself up with your entrance.
You shuddered as he pushed into you, he was big, and no matter how many times or how hard he fucked you, it always felt so delicious the first time he pushed into you.
He whimpered above you, small moans falling from his lips as he slowly rolled his hips into you, a hand bracing himself on the headboard above you.
His hips met yours again, burying himself completely inside of you. A hand slipped under the opening in your top, grasping at your breast as he pounded into you, faster and harder each time, slamming the bed against the wall.
“F-fuck, Sam,” you struggled out.
“Pretty girls don’t use words like that.”
He strained out, taking himself out of you completely before slamming himself back into you.
You groaned out and nodded, Sam always got what he wanted, and this was no different.
He continued a grueling pace, his fingers moving between your legs and circling your clitwith his thumb and his palm rested on your lower stomach. You gasped, trying your best to quiet the moans trapped in your throat.
“God, S-Sam..”
Your words trailed out as he moaned in response. That familiar feeling began tumbling down into the pits of your stomach and coursing down through your legs.
“D-don’t stop Sam.”
You managed out, whimpers falling deliciously from your lips. Upon those words, Sam sped his fingers up, playing with your clit as his cock managed to find that spot deep inside of you, hitting it over and over again.
You began to become undone around him, your legs shaking as your eyes tightened shut.
“Look at me while you do it, watch me as I fuck you so good you cum all over me you slut.”
He groaned out as you peeled your eyes open, staring at him. His eyebrows were drawn down and his lips were parted. His eyes were unwavering as they bore down into your own.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? I make you feel so good, don’t I?”
His voice rang out, an evil smirk crawling onto his lips.
You whimpered out, matching his stare as your eyebrows knitted together and you hurtled towards your finish.
“You look so pathetic, am I really that good?”
He chuckled out.
All you could manage was a whine as he continued unraveling you.
“Am I?”
He pushed.
“Y-yes, you are Sam, you’re so good.”
He grinned as he sped his fingers up.
“Just good?”
He asked again.
“No Sam, you’re great, you’re amazing, you feel amazing!”
You exclaimed, legs shaking and squeezing together as you came around him. His hand pressed against your mouth, muffling your moans as he shuddered inside of you, panting out expletives.
“Sam?”
An all too familiar voice sounded out as footsteps approached the door.
You and Sam just stared at one another as you shoved him off of you, springing up from the bed and pulling your dress down and buttoning up the top.
“Fuck.”
You mumbled out, a knock sounded out on the door as you hurriedly slipped your shoes back on.
You ran your fingers through your hair and wiped whatever makeup had smeared off from under your eyes, hoping to look presentable enough. Sam pulled his legs through his pants quickly, abandoning the belt and his shoes and just buttoning the jeans before throwing his wrinkled top over his head.
He opened the door and there stood Danny.
“They’re making a toast…someone said they saw you come in here-”
His voice faded out as he spotted you over Sam’s shoulder, straightening your dress.
“Sam forgot his coat.”
You blurted out.
He only nodded slowly as Sam slipped past him, offering an awkward pat on his shoulder.
You weren’t sure why you didn’t want Danny to know, after all he was the one who was constantly trying to get you together and make you feel better when Sam was off with another girl. There was this weird feeling in your chest though, an odd heaviness when he stared at you with suspicion dampening his features.
You averted your gaze, shrinking in on yourself and walking up to him.
“Did you get it?”
He asked.
“W-what?”
“The coat, did you guys get Sam’s coat?”
You looked up at him, your face going hot.
“Oh, um, no…no it wasn’t in here,” you trailed off, walking past him to rejoin the party outside.
You walked outside, Sam was with his brothers, arms hung around their shoulders, cheering as everyone raised their glasses and candles were blown out. That heaviness in your chest weighed down on you further watching them.
You took a deep breath turning away and getting into your car. You drove home, not even bothering to put any music on. You knew if you did, you wouldn’t have even heard it, you felt weird. A gross feeling crawled under your skin and set heavy atop your chest. You pulled into your parking lot, putting your car into park with a long sigh, resting your forehead against the steering wheel as the dim glow of street lights seeped into your car.
You checked your phone, it was only 9:30 and with a 20 minute drive from Josh’s, you had stayed at the party for a whopping one hour. As your senses came back to you, the heaviness began to disappear and was instead replaced with a nagging panic. You took your phone into your hand, typing quickly as you mumbled various curses at yourself.
To Jake, Josh:
9:31 pm
So sorry I didn’t get to wish you guys happy birthday tonight, started feeling really unwell and had to drive home. Hope you guys have a great night, have a drink for me!
You sighed as you buried your face in your hands, throwing your phone aside. You stilled for a moment, contemplating how dumb you were and why on earth you cared so much that Danny might have now known about you and Sam.
You rubbed your face with the heels of your palms, scratching at your scalp and hair with your fingers, exhaling a lone line of grunts and moans until you recoiled your hands, a mess of hair falling in front of your eyes as you did so.
Your phone dinged and you shoved it into your purse, assuming it was just Josh or Jake texting you back as you grabbed your things and walked up to your apartment.
You collapsed onto your couch, not minding to turn on any lights as you buried your face into a discarded blanket crumpled lamely in the corner of the sofa.
.
.
.
*knock* *knock*
You parted your eyes lazily as they adjusted to the dark interior of your living room. As your vision cleared and the momentary fog washed from your mind, you pushed yourself up and grabbed your phone to check what time it was.
1:24 am
You wiped the line of drool peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you ran a hand through your hair and stood up, groaning as your body slumped with tiredness.
Another knock sounded out, a bit more forceful than the one that had woken you up.
Who the hell was at your door this late?
You peered out your peep hole, eyebrows jumping as you looked again to make sure you weren’t mistaken.
You undid the numerous locks lining your door that Jake had come over and installed one day after reading an article about the dangers single women face whilst living alone, and slowly opened your door.
His head shot up to you as you opened the door, his hands clenching and flexing at his side.
“Danny…”
You let the word tumble out of your mouth, more of a question than a greeting. He only nodded his head, letting himself in and pushing past you, immediately pacing your living room, bringing his thumb up to his mouth and anxiously biting at the tip of it, a habit he’s had since you’d met him.
You closed the door after him and flipped on the living room lights, that heaviness in your chest returning, but also a sense of worry and confusion.
Why was he here so late and why did he look like he was about to disclose the location of a body he had buried years past?
“Danny what’re you doing here-”
“I texted you,” he blurted out, immediately returning to chewing on the tip of his thumb, finally stilling his pacing as you walked to your purse, taking out your phone and scrolling through your notifications.
Danny: Where are you?
9:34 pm
Danny: I’m coming over once this is done.
10:17 pm
Danny: Are you asleep?
12:05 am
Danny: I’m almost here.
1:13 am
You sighed out going through the messages as he watched you, eyes like a hawk.
“Sorry, fell asleep..”
You trailed off hugging your arms around yourself awkwardly as you stood in front of Danny on opposite ends of the living room.
He forced his hand down and instead crossed his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“Danny, you’re scaring me, what’s going on!?”
You finally gave in, becoming anxious just watching him.
His mouth parted and his eyebrows drew downwards as his eyes widened. He let out a scoff, staring at you as if you were the dumbest person on the planet.
“What’s going on!?”
He repeated, a wild grin erupting onto his face as his eyebrows jumped up and he threw his arms in the air.
“What’s going on is you’ve been fucking my best friend for 3 months!”
He exclaimed, stomping up towards you and stopping in front of you, his features hardening, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he reveled in his anger. You just looked back at him, cheeks red with guilt, your stomach knotting uncomfortably with shame as you averted your gaze from him.
“H-he told you?”
Danny calmed for a moment, nodding his head as his lips pressed into a firm line.
“Yeah, he did, but God forbid anyone tells Danny anything!”
Your lips morphed into an uncomfortable frown and your eyes drifted to staring at the dripping kitchen faucet across the room that you’d been meaning to fix for the past few days, too nervous to look at him.
“I-I’m sorry Danny, I just-”
“You just what!?” Danny fixed his hands on his hip, done with the dramatics as his features fell in disappointed expectance and he stepped towards you, leaving only about two feet of distance between you two, “you just thought you’d fuck my best friend behind my back. God, y/n, are you that stupid?!”
You snapped your gaze back to him, the heaviness in your chest morphing into something closer to rage.
“No Danny, I’m not stupid,” you started, not minding whether or not your neighbors could hear the two of you, “is it so insane to think that maybe I’m a grown woman who can decide who she wants to and doesn’t want to have sex with?”
Your body heated up with that familiar feeling as your mind began to fog and your hands began to shake. Danny knew it well, how mad you could get, when your adrenaline kicked in and all your body told you was fight.
But Danny wasn’t going to back down tonight, not how he usually did when it came to you.
“Yes, it is insane because you aren’t grown, you are a kid, a stupid fucking kid that’s fucking a guy who isn’t even interested in you!”
His hands flew up past your ears as his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. His face was red with rage as you drew your eyebrows down and your mouth hung open at his words.
“If he wasn’t interested in me than why has he been fucking me for 3 months Danny?!”
“Because you’re easy!”
Danny yelled and the room immediately went still, his face dropped a bit, anger still laced through his features, but his eyes softened, like he knew he screwed up.
Your shoulders slumped and you felt the heat drain from your body, a single scoff leaving your lips.
“I’m easy Danny? Really?”
He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes searching the room instead of looking at you.
“I-that came out wrong,” you only offered a cold laugh in response, “for him, it’s easy for him. He already knows you, feels comfortable with you…I just don’t want him to hurt you because I know how you feel about-”
You cut him off, the warmth coursing under your skin again.
“No! You have no idea how I feel, Danny, you don’t.”
You said harshly, trying to convince him and maybe even yourself, but at that moment, you had no time to offer him any acknowledgment that he may have been right.
“And so what if it’s easy, that’s what friends with benefits are.”
“You can’t be serious?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration.
“Why not? Why is it so mind blowing that I would want to have casual sex?! Tell me Danny, what is so awful about that idea that you cannot even comprehend it?!”
You yelled in one breath, your face getting red as you gasped for a breath, your hands and arms motioning wildly as you spoke.
“I just thought you’d have a little more respect for yourself, that’s all.”
He rubbed his forehead, sighing the last part of his sentence out as you just stared at him dumbfounded.
“And you had to come all the way here at one in the morning to tell me that, to tell me that I’m a slut for screwing your best friend, Danny?”
“That’s not what I said Y/n-”
“Yeah, well, you might as well have.”
Danny took a long breath, closing his eyes and exhaling shakily.
“All I’m saying,” he paused for a moment, opening his eyes to look at you, “is I think it’s a bad idea.”
Your face contorted in acute bewilderment.
“Then why on earth did you try and help me make him jealous? Why were you constantly pushing for us to get together? Just so you could show up to my house and berate me about it.”
“I guess I just thought you’d know better, that it was just some stupid infatuation.”
His words came out sharp as his jaw clenched and his arms crossed over his chest again and he stared at you, seething.
“I guess you thought wrong, Danny,” you relented, shaking your head, “now get the fuck out.”
You walked towards the door, opening it and holding it open for him to leave.
He looked at you, his features still hard, his mouth still pressed into that firm line, the wrinkles between his eyebrows heavy.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, walking past you and out the door, stilling for a moment in the hallway, his mouth parting as if he wanted to say something.
Instead, you beat him to it.
“And just so you know, the sex is amazing.”
Pressing your lips into a condescending smile, you slammed the door, slumping over as you came down. Now that he was gone, now that the heat had dissipated and your mind cleared, that heaviness came back, weighing you down further than before. You didn’t believe the things he said, you didn’t want to at least, but his words floated in the air around you, wandering in your thoughts every time you breathed in. You peeled your feet off the floor, they felt heavy, and walked yourself to your bedroom, throwing your body onto the unmade bed covered in potential outfits from earlier in the night. Shuffling your way out of your dress, you crawled under the blankets, letting the cool air of the window you had forgotten to close earlier chill your bare shoulders. You felt a warmth spread under your cheek on your pillow and you opted to believe it was nothing, that you definitely were not crying.
In your entire time of knowing him, you had never seen Danny that angry. The only fights you had ever been in were over pointless artificial things, mostly withering down to a joke or finding amicable ends. None of them had ever been like this, you couldn’t think of a time Danny ever spoke to you like that, ever raised his voice like that. Even the way he looked, with wild eyes, tensed jaw and furrowed eyebrows, you had never seen before. You felt your body shake as the patch of warmth grew under your cheek. You wondered if Sam had ever talked about you to Danny, if that was why he was so mad, if you really were stupid. You buried your face in your hands, crying silently into them as you tried to will the tears back, you wouldn’t give either of them the further satisfaction of your tears, they didn’t deserve them.
Your phone buzzed and your heart leapt. You wondered if it was Sam, asking if you had gotten home safe and if everything was okay, or if it was Danny, apologizing and asking for your forgiveness, he would never want to lose a friend like you.
You picked up the phone, warm anticipation pooling in your chest.
Jake: Hope you’re feeling better!
2:01 am
Josh: *Image Attachment* For you!
2:02 am
You pressed your finger against the cold glass of your screen, watching as the video began, as all four of them swayed together, slightly toppling over each other, and sang a discombobulated melody.
“A drink for Y/n!”
Sammy slurred out as they all raised their glasses, chucking back what looked to be a shot of whiskey. Danny bombarded the camera man, his face uncomfortably close to the lens.
“Come back and save me from these lunatics!”
His voice rang out, you wondered when Sam told him, how he told him. Maybe it happened right after that video was taken.
You turned off your phone, tossing it to the other side of your bed, not bothering to set an alarm for the next morning, and drifted off to sleep, your chest heavy.
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Karma Sutra | Sammy Kiszka X Reader | Part 3
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI! FINALLY SOME SMUT, FOLKS! (Sexting, guided masturbation, teasing, giving head (f. Receiving), fingering, dirty talk.
Word Count: 4.1K
Summary: He's impressed you, and though there's still mystery behind his eyes and motives that you aren't fully sure of yet, there's something addictive about him that you can't ignore...for now you'll go with the flow.
had dropped you off at your door sometime around two A.M after hours of talking. You had minuscule alcohol in your system, yet you still found yourself piecing the evening together, attempting to draw an imaginary line between arriving at the party and ending up in Sam Kiszka’s arms. You were splayed across your bed, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, idly tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of your thumb. Your phone chimed, alerting you with a text. Lifting the phone and squinting from its brightness, you read the message.
“So? Give me the dirty details about Ryan!” A text from Paige. You paused for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Your fingers ghosted above the screen, debating on how best to tell your best friend the truth.
“Yeah, about that…it wasn’t Ryan.” You tossed your phone onto your bed as you returned to your previous position. Ding. You felt the buzz and looked to the side, watching the screen illuminate.
“Thinking about you.” A text from Sammy. Your lips spread in a wide grin. You responded to him quickly, deciding to take a risk.
“Oh yeah? What about me?” Send. You decided to pad to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. Another buzz erupted in your hands.
“Oh you know…” You rolled your eyes with a wide grin. Just as you began to text back, Paige’s contact picture popped up on the screen as you received her call. You let the ringtone play out for a moment as your heart raced; you really didn’t want to have to explain yourself to her, but reluctantly, you answered her call.
“Hello?” You leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of water.
“What do you mean it wasn’t Ryan?” Her tone was inquisitive and curious.
“Well, I might have fibbed a little bit about the name.” You reached with a hand to idly tousle your hair.
“Okay…” She paused. “Well? Who the hell is it?” You cringed as she pressed you for information.
“What would you say–” you paused, dreading the fall of the second half of the sentence, “If it was Sam?” The line was quiet between the two of you for a long moment.
“Sam?” She gasped in realization. “No! Not Sam fucking Kiszka…Y/n, he’s such a prick.” You cut her off before she can continue.
“I know, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but we had a great time tonight. He’s sweet and…we kissed.” Admitting the words out loud made you blush–something so simple and human had set you ablaze, because in truth, it wasn’t kissing that you were thinking about.
“Shit! Give me all the tea. I have to know everything.” Paige’s tone was incredulous, yet impressed.
“How the hell did you swing a Kiszka?” She continued to talk, going on and on about growing up with Sam, and how his antics had earned him a scathing reputation.
“Huh?” You asked blankly, no longer able to focus on the conversation. Sam had sent you another text, distracting you from the phone call. The message appeared on your iphone as a black blob–an invisible message that you had to rub like a lottery scratch off ticket to reveal. A picture? Your eyes widened as you discovered what’s underneath. It’s a picture of Sam, taken in a mirror from the chest down. He was wearing sweatpants, but it is obvious that he is going commando underneath. You examined the picture, your eyes focusing on his bare chest before moving further down to his happy trail. You felt your breath hitch as you viewed the picture.
“Y/n? Hello? I was talking.” Paige attempts to regain your attention.
“I’m sorry, what?” You offer, still entranced by the text message in front of you.
“Like what you see?” He sent a follow up text, the final nail in your coffin.
“Uh, sorry Paige. I am going to have to call you later.” She sighed with annoyance.
“This isn’t over–call me later after you get some sleep. Y/n?” She left a final question lingering.
“Yes?” You asked.
“Don’t let him break your heart, or I might have to beat his ass. I love you, talk to you tomorrow.” You smiled, reassuring her.
“Goodnight, I love you. Talk to you later.” Your phone buzzed once more in your palm.
“...are you asleep?” Another text from Sam. You sauntered back to your room, fingers typing and erasing over and over again until you finally decided to hit send.
“What if I was? Definitely depends…” You returned to your previous position, watching the blades of the ceiling fan spin. After a few moments you found yourself almost hypnotized by the repetitive motion. Buzz. “Sammy emphasized a message.” The picture that Sam had sent appeared on your screen once more.
Replying to it, you texted back,“What’s got you so excited?👀” You turned on your TV, busying yourself with the first recommended show on Netflix. Your phone screen lit up once more.
“Well, I’ve got a couple things occupying my mind–one of them could be you…” You bit at your bottom lip as you shot back another response.
“--Could be me? Sounds like you need some motivation.” You were already blushing with an idea spreading across your face. With a grin, you changed position, lying on your back against several pillows. You weren’t dressed particularly sexy, just an oversized t-shirt and black lacy underwear, but you knew how to work your angles. You took several pictures and landed on one that made you feel the most confident. It was an intentional decision to leave them as live photos, something for Sam to find later.
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It was dark in Sam’s bedroom, save for a sliver of light that peeped through the cracked bathroom door. Sam sipped on a beer, scrolling through his phone, only stopping when he received a text from you. Lowering the bottle from his lips, he moved to set it down on the nightstand. It was a photo of you, your hands pulling up and bunching your shirt up against your breasts to expose the bareness of your belly down to the waistband of your panties, which you have pulled down to fall just above your pubic mound. Sam’s cock throbbed through his sweatpants, leaving him aching and needy. Slipping his hand in his pants, he began to touch himself as he closely analyzed the photo. His thumb grazed the photo for too long, revealing the live photo, showing you pulling your panties down your waist.
“Fuck,” he whispered absently. Sam hastily snapped a photo of himself, careful to showcase his bulge through the crotch of his gray sweatpants.
“I’m definitely thinking about you–are you thinking about me?” he typed a quick message above the image before pressing send. Returning to his cock, he stroked himself lazily, imagining if you were feeling the same sexual ache.
“You have no idea, Sammy.”
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You were taking risks tonight, but you didn’t feel insecure; in fact, Sam’s advances made you feel sexier than you had ever felt before. You couldn’t exactly pin down the reason, but you couldn’t deny the way that your body responded, either.
“You have no idea, Sammy,” you respond, finally adding the nickname. You were horny and the only way to fix it was to handle it yourself; you slipped your hand into your underwear and began to finger at your clit, closing your eyes as you imagine Sammy touching you, fucking you. You jolted as you heard your phone’s ringtone. Sammy–Accept or Decline. The prompt flashed across your screen, beckoning you to answer the call. You pulled your fingers from your underwear and swiped across the screen to answer the phone.
“H-hello?” you asked, unsure how to proceed.
“I’m not calling for a conversation, Y/n.” He paused. His voice was breathy and shallow–needy.
“Okay, why are you calling then?” He chuckled lightly.
“Because if you could see what I am doing right now…I think you’d understand why I am otherwise preoccupied.” Your face reddened at his confession. “Are you touching yourself right now, Y/n? Don’t lie to me.” In truth, you couldn’t lie. You’ve always sucked at it.
“Yes.” You uttered the word quietly, the admission leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet lustful at the same time. “Yes, I am touching myself.” Shame crept in, scrambling your thoughts and composure.
“Mmm, and how does that feel? Are you imagining me touching you?” He spoke through the phone in a low murmur, his voice colored with desire. You took a few moments to debate how to respond; you knew that Sammy was masturbating on the other side of the phone–you could hear it in his voice, but something about the phone call left you feeling awkward and exposed. Taking a risk, you decided to go with the flow and try to relax. A quiet moment passed before Sammy spoke up again. “Insert two fingers inside yourself and imagine I’m there with you.” You obeyed, switching up your movements to slip two fingers into your opening, adjusting to feel more comfortable. You closed your eyes, filling your senses with his scent, physique, the touch of his hands…In your mind, Sammy was there with you in your dark bedroom, finger-fucking you with a smug grin. In the silence that he allowed, you heard yourself moaning, your consciousness floating in and out of your needy stupor.
“Fuck, Sam,” you finally say.
“It’s Sammy, Y/n. I’m pretty sure If I get to hear you fuck yourself, you can call me by my nickname.” He pauses before continuing. “Lick your fingers and bring them to your clit. Start slow and take your time. I’ll tell you when to speed up.” You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you.
“Okay.” Bringing your fingers up, you licked them as he directed before returning them to your folds, swirling shapes around the swell of your clit. A distinct warmth began to wash over your body, an orgasm no longer a possibility, but a necessity.
“I’m close, Sa-.” He cut you off quickly.
“Faster, do it now.” You willed your fingers to work as fast as they could across your clit; the sensations were almost unbearable. Moans and groans escaped your body, filling the air space between yourself and your partner. “Cum for me, Y/n.” His plea sent you into oblivion; you threw yourself backward into your mattress and pillows. Your fingers cramped as you worked, and your body began to stiffen as every synapse in your brain fired, demanding euphoric release.
In a breathless fury, you began to seize violently. You threw your legs out straight, squeezing your thighs tightly closed against your hand.
“Fuck!” Your voice hitched, strangled in your throat as you cried out.
“That’s it, Y/N. You sound so fucking sexy cumming just for me.” You hold your breath, pulling as much pleasure as you can from the orgasm possessing your body. It took you several moments to come down and compose yourself.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, reaching up to push your hair from your face. You waited for a long moment before realizing that he wasn’t responding.
“Sammy?” Another moment passed before he responded in a low murmur.
“Come to your door.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you try to make sense of his request.
“My door? Wha-Are you her-” He cut you off with a needy and demanding tone.
“Y/N, come downstairs. Please.” Sitting up, you rushed to fix your hair and what little clothing you had on. Forgetting to hang up with him, you left Sammy on the other side of the phone as you bolted downstairs. Padding to the door, you checked the peephole, seeing him from the other side cast in blurriness through the glass. Reaching for the deadbolt, you made quick work of unlocking and opening the door. He glanced at you through dark lashes, leaning up against the brick exterior of the entrance, his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. “Damn, Y/N, the pictures didn’t do you justice. You look sexy, don’t get me wrong–I just wish that t-shirt were mine.” He takes one last lazy puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, stamping the tip into the cement. He moves in front of you, his expression turned smug. “You had no trouble being loud over the phone, what’s got your tongue now, hmm?” He stepped forward, invading your space. The tips of his fingers make their way to your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “May I?” He asked the question lustfully; his body moved with intention and want, but he couldn’t bring himself to proceed without permission. You nodded lightly, shaking your head.
“Yes.”
He stepped forward, his lips connecting easily with yours; your hips met in a secure embrace, different from the first kiss at the piano gallery. This time, there was no hesitation, no unasked questions; he wrapped his body around yours so naturally that you felt no need to map your steps backward into the house. He guided you inside with ease, shutting and locking the door before returning again. Sammy’s breathing was becoming elevated, the taste and smell of tobacco becoming more pungent on your lips and tongue.
“It’s an awful addiction, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t thinking,” he whispered against your lips, his features pulled in the award-winning smirk you had become well-acquainted with.
“Well, it’s extremely sexy right now, so I don’t give a shit.” He smiled, falling into you once more. You felt his fingers dig firmly into your sides as he pulled you close. You were unbothered by it; truthfully, there was very little that could have distracted you from the moment. Time stalled as he backed you against one of the empty living room walls. Taking your hands in his, he lifted them both above your head so that you were pinned against the wall. He pressed his body to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, using his teeth to bite at your bottom lip.
“Is this okay?” He asked, his voice low, but attentive against the curve of your ear.
His hips ground into yours, leaving you acutely aware of his touch. He moved from your lips to trace his along your ears, neck and collarbone. You reflexively tilted your head upward as he moved; releasing soft moans in audible encouragement, you could only think to utter his name. “Sammy, please.” He ravaged you like a house fire, consuming you completely, leaving you burning and helpless–gasping for air. “Please.” You were almost willing to beg him to go further, to touch you the way that you knew that he could.
“What do you want me to do Y/n?” he said the words in between traveling kisses. You felt the cool metal of his necklace grazing your skin as he moved, igniting goosebumps all over your body. “Use your words and tell me what you want.” Finally, he took a moment to meet your gaze; his eyes were reassuring and steady, yet filled with yearning for you. You found yourself overwhelmed, knowing that he could see your worry and hesitance. You felt the grip on your wrists loosen. Softly, you felt his hands travel down to cradle your chin.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice colored with concern. “Am I going too fast? I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.” He gave you a moment to gather your thoughts.
“No, you’re perfect. I’m just nervous about where this could lead.” Car headlights shined through the blinds, painting bright lines on his face as you spoke. The moment brought you out of your head and into the room, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Can we take this somewhere more private?” You asked him.
“Of course,” he said with a warm smile. Taking his hand, you lead him to the stairs. He squeezed yours with reassurance as you both made the ascent.
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Despite his reputation, Sam always tried to be respectful to the women he took particular interest in. Even more so now, he was deliberate and thoughtful with his actions; the impending bet he had placed earlier was beginning to weigh on him. Guilt from the bet made him feel dirty; you were no longer just some girl to him. You were quickly becoming someone he would never want to hurt, especially in such a sensitive manner. The seriousness of the situation was finally real to him, leaving his movements slowed, deliberate, and careful.
You guided Sammy into your bedroom, watching as he silently observed the room. His eyes grazed the unmade bed, leaving him to think aloud. “Damn, I wish I could’ve seen you instead of heard you on the other end of the phone. I bet you looked so sexy laying there moaning my name.”
Your face flamed as he spoke, but this time you felt like you had the upper hand. You walked to the bed and resumed the position you held before, meeting his eyes with a sly grin.
“Well, you can watch me this time if you want.” You took extra time letting your hands wander about your body before parting your legs and reaching into your underwear. Slowly, you began to rub loose circles around your clit, finding it more swollen and sensitive than before. The crotch of your panties had darkened from wetness, proof of your budding arousal. Sammy couldn’t decide where to look. His eyes scanned back and forth between the expression on your face to the action happening much lower. You watched as he brought a hand to squeeze his cock, now fully erect beneath his sweatpants.
“Fuck, Y/n, this is torture.” You bit at your lip before responding,
“Then how should we fix it?” You murmured, reaching with your free hand to knead the softness of your breasts. You could see him growing restless.
“Please, Y/N. Can I touch you?” You aimed to tease him, finding his eagerness extremely sexy.
“I don’t know, I’m doing pretty well here by myself.” You intensified your movement, releasing soft moans. You watched through squinted eyes as he continued to stroke his clothed cock. You couldn’t help but notice a small circle of wetness showing through the crotch of his pants.
“I’m sure I could do it better.” His eyes were glassy as he touched himself.
“You’re imagining your tongue inside of me, aren’t you? Your eyes don’t lie, Sammy.” Bringing your hand to your mouth, you make a show at licking the tips of your fingers before bringing them back down to your folds.
“Come here.”
Soon, his body was hovering over yours, ghosting kisses above your lips and back down your neck.
“Mm, I like seeing you from this angle. Let me finish what you started, baby girl.” You spread your legs, beckoning him forward to take over. “Hmm, these won’t do.” He wrapped the tips of his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your hips and thighs before tossing them to the floor. “Lift up your arms.” You obeyed his demand, throwing your hands up above your head. In one quick motion, he whipped the t-shirt off of your body, leaving it forgotten at the end of the bed. Silently, he linked his hands around your ankles, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed.
“Getting right to it, are we?” you giggle as he moves you.
“What can I say, I’m efficient.” He grinned as he moved to kiss you softly before moving lower. Starting at your collarbones, he peppered your skin with hot kisses, traveling lower to your breasts. With his tongue, he drew shapes around each of your erect nipples before taking one in his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the swollen bud. He was intent on making eye contact with you, flitting the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You moaned softly as he advanced, finding yourself shivering with goosebumps despite the warmth of both his touch and the room. “Y/n.” He hummed against your skin, pausing for a moment.
“Hmm?” you asked, busying your hands at the back of his head, tousling the softness of his hair.
“You aren’t very quiet–I’ve barely touched you.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but you answered matter-of-factly.
“Do you want me to be quiet?” You tugged at his hair slightly while asking the question. He shrugged.
“It was merely an observation–as long as you’re moaning my name at the end of it, you can be as loud as you want.” You fell silent, rendered speechless.
He continued his work, drawing a straight line down your belly with the tip of his tongue, moving lower and lower. “Everything okay?” he asked after a moment, noticing that you’ve gone silent.
“Perfect, Sammy. Keep going.” Your response was heavy with anticipation. He reached to your sides to grab your hands, squeezing them from above his head as he arrived just above your pussy.
“So beautiful,” he disconnected his hands from yours, bringing them down to move about your thighs. You adjusted to watch, propping yourself up one your elbows.
“Like what you see?” you asked, echoing the same words he had asked when he sent you the picture earlier.
“Very cute, Y/n.” Bringing his head down, he planted languid kisses on the insides of your thighs, actively avoiding your most sensitive areas.
“Sammy, please.” Placing one last kiss, he brought his head up and asked you, his face painted with feigned innocence.
“Please what?” He wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you–a task which you had no problem completing. “I want you to eat me out, Sammy. Show me what all the talk is about.”
Wasting no time, he moved his fingers to your pussy, parting your folds and sinking into you with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking wet, better than I imagined,” he said after a moment, returning to stroke the flat of his tongue through your folds, testing your sensitivity.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, grabbing handfuls of your sheets. “That feels so fucking good, just like that.” With your encouragement, he continued with more pressure, flitting the tip of his tongue against the swell of your clit. As he worked, he brought his right hand up to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, leaving you to squirm as your brain fought to process the increased stimulation. His other hand was secured to your hip; his fingers dug into your skin–a sensation that would usually be considered uncomfortable, but in this context, it only added more to the heat of the moment.
“How does that feel, baby?” He asks, breaking from you momentarily.
“Your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit, Sammy. Don’t stop.” Obeying you, he returned. This time, working with his right hand, he inserted two fingers inside of you, situating them in the perfect angle, stroking your G-spot as he curled them repetitively. His touch was an electric current; no part of you was able to deny his advances as they charged through your body. Your brain was left fizzling like TV static, your thoughts becoming incapacitated by your inescapable need to release. You reached down grasping the waves at the crown of his head. “Sammy, holy fuck!” He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations skidding about your skin in a flurry.
“That’s it, Y/N. Cum against my tongue and fingers. I know you’re almost there.” His tone is low and husky, coated with lust.
You arched your back in an effort to throw yourself closer and closer to climax against Sammy’s face. In the next moment, his mouth was flush with your opening once more, lapping at your juices which slickened his face. “You taste so fucking good–so wet. Cum for me, baby.” Moving his free hand from your hips, he brought his fingers against your clit, swiping furiously back and forth. The movement sent you into oblivion, desperately grasping and yanking at his head to pull him away from you as you finally came. You shouted his name through gritted teeth as your back arched in an extreme curve, your head tilted at an awkward angle. Your knees buckled reflexively against his head, opening and closing in desperation. After a few moments, Sammy rose from you with a grin.
“You are so unbelievably sexy when you lose control, Y/N. I love it when you lose your composure.”
End of Part 3.
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sam kiszka headcannons
food theif, you cant open anything if he's near because emediatly he will want something
definitely is the type of person to hide behind a door to scare you
If you have a dog he would emediatly set up a play date with rose
hiking dates and nature and he'd goof off a bunch
also icecream dates I'm feeling and also defff movie dates
I feel like he would give you one of his sweaters straight away and you absolutely should take that as a sign to steal all of them
I don't think he would steal your clothes back but he'd absolutely let you steal his. I do think he would steal the occasional blouse for an outing in exchange for the millions of sweaters you took
chaotic cooking dates... for no reason in particular
after his first date with you he would call the guys emediatly and just go on an on about how cool he thought you where and they would totally hype him up
also would ask them for advice and danny would be the only one to give relevant information
super gentleman, always gets the door for you and if you so much as think about how it might be chilly he will emediatly give you his jacket
if you talk about something you care about he just stares into your soul in complete awe and will just listen forever
hugs on the first date and he would bring flowers that somehow manage to be Your favourite
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In my book |s.f.k|
Just watched my younger cousin play volleyball and got this idea! And from when I used to be a setter in volleyball.
Warnings; some tears, not REALLY angsty in a sense, fluff!!! hurt/comfort
Taglist; @gretavanflowerpower @doodle417 @gretavanfleas
Not proofread💃
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The score was 14-13 in the third set, y/n’s team was in their last game in the gold bracket. If they win this last set, they’ll win the whole tournament. Sammy was watching the game intently, watching you in awe. You were your teams setter, only setter, so you always felt an extra amount of pressure being responsible for most plays.
If you asked Sammy a few months ago what a “pancake” in volleyball was he would have told you it was a literal pancake. However, since the two of you became closer friends, he learned the rules and art of volleyball. You thought it was cute, how he would get angry when a ref would make a dumb call, or when someone got injured.
People assumed that you enjoyed being a setter but a in all honesty, you hated it. The stress that comes with being a setter has gotten to you, and every game you play just makes it worse. You blame yourself for every missed point, every spike into the net. You knew deep down that you couldn’t do anything to help it when one of your teammates shanks it, but your brain thought otherwise. But you’d never tell anybody that. You couldn’t tell anybody that volleyball seems more like a job than a fun hobby.
Your team ranked 3rd in the state which made you more stressed as this was the last set of the tournament. You and your team were a powerhouse, only losing 2 games this season. Not every game had good refs or courts but your team always managed to come out victorious. However, these two referees seemed to have it out for your team. Calling random doubles, players in the net, and lifts nonstop.
As you set your middle for a ‘b’ you hear a whistle blown, your middle had been called for being in the net when she was nowhere near touching it.
“What the fuck? She was nowhere that?!” you quietly whispered to your friend Riley, who’s your other pin hitter.
“Y/n, they’ve been making stupid calls this whole time, don’t let this one get to you,” she said patting your back as you got back into your base for this rotation. The score was now 14-14, with your opponents best server serving.
“Alright team nice and high! Call your seams and call your ball, let’s get it back!” You screamed at your team, watching the server serve at your libero, who shanked it way out of the court. You laughed yourself towards it, but weren’t able to pass it far enough into the court for someone to get it up. As you landed on the ground with a harsh thud your right wrist slammed into the ground.
As Sam watched this all go down he was on the edge of his seat, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you fly through the air, only breathing after you hit the ground.
“Y/N!” He loudly said, eyes filled with worry.
You got up as quickly as you could, brushing the throbbing pain in your wrist away as you forced a smile and turned to Sam.
“I’m fine Sam, don’t worry!” You but back your tears as you jogged back to your spot by the net as you looked at the score. 14-15. One more point and then it was all over. You couldn’t let that happen, not when you got this far, pushed yourself this much to get where you were.
This time, your DS was able to give you a great pass, giving you the ability to set up your outside hitter. As the other team got the spike up, you got ready to block their outside.
As you jumped to block with your middle you felt the ball connect with your hands and bounce off them. It landed on the other teams side, on the line. But when you looked at the line judge you saw that they called it out. And the referees believed them.
14-16. You just lost and it was your fault. As you looked to Sam you could tell he was yelling but you couldn’t hear him. All you could hear was your heartbeat. All you could think about was how it was your fault. Your team lost because of you. You walked to your team, face void of any emotion. Your teammates and coach clapped you on the back, telling you it wasn’t your fault, that you played hard, that the refs just wanted to be done. But you brushed them off, headed for you water bottle and sat down to take off your shoes and knee pads.
You hadn’t realized that Sam was right beside you until you got up and turned, coming face to, well neck, with him.
You hadn’t said a word to anyone, just a few mumbled yeahs, good games, and thank yous.
You looked up at Sammy, tears starting to well up in your eyes as you took in a ragged breath. He simply grabbed your bag, took your hand, and led you out of the sports complex.
Neither of you talked on the way home, instead listening to a playlist the two of you had made a while ago. You stared out the passenger side window, thinking about the game and everything you could have done better. It was until you both were in his house that he finally said something.
“It wasn’t your fault y/n. I know you think it was, but it wasn’t. I’m here for you, whatever you want me to be. Please tell me what your thinking. Need a punching bag? I’m right here, need someone to talk to, go ahead. I don’t want you blaming yourself for something that was out of your control. Those referees were shitheads and probably wouldn’t know what a double was even if you showed them.”
When he finally stopped talking, he listened for a response. First he heard a small sniffle and then felt you crashing into him, sobbing into his shoulder. As he guided you to the couch he rubbed your back, whispering words of comfort.
“It’s so fucking stupid. It was so obviously on the fucking line but no. The referees wanted to go home so they pull random calls out of their asses to end the game. I’m so fucking pissed. And so many of the points the other team got were my fault.” You sobbed into his chest.
“Y/n, you did the best you could, you helped your team be the best they could be. They wouldn’t have gotten as far as they did without you. And in my book, you guys were the true winners.” he gently said to you, kissing you on the top of your head as your sniffling started to get quieter.
“I love you Sammy, thank you.” you whispered into his chest, loosening your grip on his shirt and instead wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck.
He lightly chuckled, turning his head to smile into the side of yours.
“I love you too darling. I always will.” he planted a kiss to the side of your head, moving you to lay on top of him, he resting on his chest while his arms wrap around your waist.
“Get some rest, my love. We can talk about this in the morning. And with that, you let out a contempt sigh, snuggled into his chest and closed your eyes, drifting to sleep while listening to his heartbeat and his calm breathing.
And that’s how Josh and Jake found the two of you when they got home from the bar. You and Sammy softly snoring on the couch, on on-top of the other. Josh grabbed one of the throw blankets from the blanket basket and covered the two of you with it. Planting a soft kiss to the top of your head while whispering, “I hope you feel better soon mamas,” and set off for his room, shutting off the lights in the rest of the house. That night with Sam, the first of many, was one of the best nights of your life.
fin~
Yay👏 If you don’t understand volleyball i’m sorry if any of this was confusing. I played when I was younger and my mental health had never been the same 👎 anyways, hope you enjoyed!! Love you my sunshines <3
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Let's Talk
Summary – You have a hard time watching Jake be ogled, and he has a remedy to remind you what's yours.
Pairings – Jake Kiszka x F!Reader
Word Count – 3.1k
Warnings – 18+ MINORS DNI!!! oral (f!receiving), face-riding, unprotected sex, dumbification, LOTS of dirty talk, cockwarming if you squint, spanking, mentions of alcohol
You had really fucking had it this time.
Was it a normal thing for Jake to be ogled? Yes! How could he not be?
It was far too easy to find yourself staring at him; so you truly couldn’t blame anyone else for doing so. With an air of confidence, he enters a room and every eye falls onto him.
He is an enigma to all (except you, of course) and it felt like damn near every girl at that godforsaken bar was on a mission to have his eyes so much as glance their way. He knows this, of course. How could he not?
But behind his mysterious, debonair exterior, he’s Jake. Your Jake. Your soft, sweet Jake who raids your pantry to make you breakfast in bed and fills your car with gas because “why do you ever let your tank run that low?! It’s not safe!” he had argued (but he still fills it up every time).
He’s your loving, tender Jake who litters you with kisses at any given moment and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck when the poor thing feels as if he isn’t getting enough of your attention. That, and he can’t stand not to be touching you in any form or fashion. He’s just like a little lovesick puppy!
And no matter how hard you try to remind yourself of these things, to be rational, you can’t help but have to bite your tongue. The jealousy eats away at you and it infuriates you to no end. You hate yourself for it.
Which is why tonight at the bar, you bit your tongue so hard you’re sure small trickles of blood had seeped their way into your mouth. Jake stood by the bar; an arm securely wrapped around your waist as he beckons the bartender over with a simple raise of his fingers.
Of course, when it’s Jake, it’s not hard to get anyone’s attention; unwanted or not. And that was abundantly clear from the blonde at the end of the bar, twirling her straw in her cocktail as she eyed your boyfriend.
Her eyes moved up and down, and you notice they became stuck on his exposed chest and silver necklaces dangling against his tanned skin. And, oh god, do you hate her for it.
Stop it. Your conscience pleads with you to (for lack of a better phrase) chill the fuck out!
Jake could tell you were a bit pouty. He knows you all too well. And just as assumed, he knew he was being eye-fucked by the blonde at the end of the bar (and one hidden away in a booth in the back, but like hell he was planning on telling you that).
Part of him hates himself for finding your jealousy so amusing. And in all honesty, if he saw a man looking at you the way that women have looked at him, he’d be raising hell.
“You okay, baby?” He grins as the two of you walk into your home after your excursion to the bar, tossing his car keys on the kitchen counter.
“Mhm.” You hum. Short and sweet. He won’t expect a thing, right?
You’re kidding yourself and you know it.
“Yeah?” He replies, crowding your space immediately from behind. He takes the curves of your hips in each of his palms, his breath tinted with the Maker’s Mark he had a glass of at the bar. Top shelf only for him, of course. “You were awfully quiet tonight. Getting shy on me all of a sudden, princess?”
You can hear the subtle teasing in his voice, and you’re sure he knows exactly what you were sulking for. But you simply answer, not ready to give yourself away too quickly. “No, just tired is all.”
“Just tired is all,” he mocks you with a low chuckle. You’re a terrible liar, always have been. “It’s cute that you think you could ever lie to me.” He adds, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck – it already feels too much but not enough.
And when his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, you feel a rush of heat between your thighs, and you swear your knees may give out. How he’s able to turn you into a puddle of yourself so quickly? You’ll never know.
“Come on, princess,” he sounds, and just like that it’s over. His hands are removed from your hips and he moves in front of you, his arm outstretched to you and his body facing the stairs. “Let’s go to bed then if you’re so tired.”
You try to hide your huff of annoyance, aching to have his touch again after being subjected to watch women drool over him all night. So you decide, no, you’re not going upstairs. Your arms cross over your chest like an insolent child who didn’t get what they wanted. Stubborn and spoiled. And your act of defiance is certainly not lost on him.
“No?” He quirks up an eyebrow at you, “Is the princess suddenly not tired? Sure are moody, though. What’s that about?”
God, you hate him. You hate that he’s finding your frustration the slightest bit entertaining. He’s taunting you, dangling the carrot in your face just to see you bite back.
He huffs out a laugh at your silence. “Oh, so we don’t wanna talk now, hm? That’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Before you can even blink, you’re thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll. A surprised shriek slips out of you as he trudges up the stairs and in the direction of your bedroom. Smaller in stature he may be, but weak is not a way you would ever describe him.
“Jake!” You scold him, not having any of his shit right now. “Put me down!”
“Oh, so we are talking now?” He muses, depositing you on the neatly made bed. He hovers over you, standing at the foot of the bed where he practically threw you on it.
“How about this then, princess?” He taunts, “Since you’re suddenly in the mood to talk, I say we play a little game. You talk, I listen.”
Seems easy enough…a little too easy.
“Everything off.” There it is.
He strides over to the bed, climbing on before laying on his back. His head rests against the pillow as you continue eyeing him, slowly peeling your clothes off your body until your stark naked and sitting on your heels on the bed.
“So obedient, my pretty girl. And so fucking beautiful when you listen, aren’t you?” He coos. “Come have a seat, princess,” he beckons, still fully clothed, “talk to me.”
With a bite to the inside of your cheek, you rise from your sitting position to straddle his lap. And just as you begin to settle yourself –
“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “Not quite, baby.”
Your incredulous look makes him laugh. What else could he have wanted?
“Come on,” he encourages, placing his hands on your hips. “Up you go, princess.”
With a quick slap to your ass, he hoists you up further. Your eyes go wide and you yelp at the crack of his hand hitting your skin, your heart racing as your knees straddle either side of his head.
“Good girl,” he praises, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and to your hips to keep you steady. “Go on, princess. Tell me what’s got you so pouty. Wanna help.”
Considering you’re at a loss for words and can’t think straight with him eye-level with your cunt, you suddenly don’t even know why you were upset to begin with. But another swat to your ass quickly brings you back to consciousness.
“F-fuck,” you whimper, your head falling down and fingers gripping his hair. “They were staring at you…at the bar.” You manage out.
“Yeah? Who was, princess?” He’s teasing you even more now, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your clit until you choke out his name and begin tugging on the roots of his hair. He knows you can’t answer; you’re already too far gone and he’s hardly started.
But your impending fear that he would stop has you rushing out the words through uneven breaths.
“The girls at the bar,” you croak out as his lips continue pressing small kisses to your bundle of nerves. “Hated the way they looked at you. I was fucking jealous. I’m sorry.”
Pleased with your answer (even if he already knew it), he grins. And you can feel it against you before he presses one final kiss to your pearl.
“But you see, princess,” he says, smoothing his hands over your hips. “No one else gets to have this. Just because they see my face, doesn’t mean they get to fuck it like you do, do they?”
“N-no.” You reply, desperate to feel his mouth on you again.
“Good girl,” he croons. “And what they don’t know is that I get to have my face fucked by the prettiest little pussy whenever I please. Get to have your scent all over me. ‘Cause it’s yours, isn’t it, princess?”
“Yes, sir.” You peep, unable to form another word if your life depended on it.
Not only were you insanely turned on and dripping because his face was buried between your thighs, but it’s also due to how he speaks to you with such dominance and authority. He could have you on your knees (both literally and figuratively) with the snap of his fingers.
With one more praise of good girl, he dives back in, immediately sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking against it like a man starved. You feel your eyes roll back, a whining desperate mess above him. The tugging on his hair only gets tighter as he grips your hips to keep you against him.
You’re sure there will be marks, and you aren’t mad about it either. You need him tethered to you in every way possible.
He expertly licks through your folds, tongue gently prodding at your entrance as his nose brushes your clit. You can’t fight the whimper that leaves your lips, your pussy fluttering around the tip of his tongue. And when he groans at the feeling, you swear you’re done for.
“Jake,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He hums against your cunt, flicking your arousal against your clit before sucking it past his lips once more.
“Yeah, princess? Feel that sweet little cunt fucking squeezing my tongue. That feel good? Feel good to take what’s yours?”
And before you have time to catch your breath, his tongue finds your entrance again. He wastes no time going harder, faster this time. His tongue fucks into you relentlessly, nose nudging your clit in perfect timing. It’s sloppy and wet and downright sinful.
You can hardly register when it happens, you’re so far gone, but you cum hard against his tongue. Grinding your hips against his tongue to chase the feeling for as long as your body will allow while you cry out his name like a hymn.
And he can’t get enough of it either, ravaging you and swallowing every bit he can muster until you pry yourself off of him.
You look him over, his mouth, chin, and nose glistening with remnants of you. It’s enough to stir you back up again, your overstimulation be damned. Your lips crash into his, and he’s eager to capture them with his own, maneuvering you to straddle his lap.
“Fuck, my sweet girl,” he breathes out. “Did so fucking good. Came so hard for me. Could eat that pussy until it suffocates me, I swear.”
You gasp when you feel his hardened cock through his jeans that he wore out make contact with your swollen clit.
Grinding against him, you whimper against his lips at the new feeling bubbling within your tummy. He groans, feeling the slightest bit of relief as you grind against him. With the amount of wetness you felt between your thighs even after your orgasm, you’re sure that you’re absolutely soaking the fabric.
“This what you want, baby?” He murmurs. “Want my cock? Wanna fuck what’s yours?”
“Please.” You whimper, grinding down against him with a bit more force this time before moving your hips upwards to allow him to undress.
He practically moans when he sees the wet splotch of your arousal on the crotch of his jeans. “Fuck, princess. So fucking wet for me.”
“Jake, please,” you whine, tugging at his pants in an effort to make him move faster.
“Oh, my needy little thing.” He teases, resuming pulling his pants down along with his boxers. “Just had her pussy fucked with my tongue and can’t wait for more, can you?”
You shake your head no, trying to will yourself to calm down. You don’t want him to think he has the power, even though he knows all too well that he already does.
“I know, princess.” He soothes you with his tone, tossing his pants and boxers on the floor along with your clothes.
His dick stands tall, pressed against his stomach as precome leaks from the slit on the swollen head. He gives himself two languid strokes with his fist, hissing at the feeling. “Can’t wait to have you wrapped up around me…all tight and sweet and warm- fuck, come here, baby. Take it. Take what’s yours.”
You’re quick to crawl back to him, desperate to have him inside of you as you grasp his shoulders for balance. Using one hand, you grasp him, whimpering when you feel his crown just lining up with your weeping hole.
Jake holds your waist, patiently waiting for you to sink down around him. And when you do, you could cry from how good and full you feel already. You keen as you feel the familiar and pleasurable sting that only happens when he’s this deep inside you.
“Shit,” He hisses, fighting the urge to fuck upwards into you. “Feels so good, princess. This cock is yours, baby. Everything is yours.”
And that’s more than enough to encourage you to begin riding him, rolling your hips back and forth at an even pace. You whine and mewl from above him as he holds your waist, encouraging you with each movement you make.
You’re both a complete wreck already. Jake is already so close to coming and you’d hardly started moving your hips against him.
“Whose cock is this?”
You hated when he made you talk. You could listen to him go on and on all day about nothing that truly mattered (especially in bed). But you hate having to talk as well. You feel like you were nowhere near as good at it as he is.
In hopes that he’ll somehow forget what he asked, you resume your movements and peel your eyes away, beginning to go faster in hopes that you’ll truly distract him. But that sure as hell doesn’t work.
“Uh-uh,” He scolds, using his free hand to take your chin and turn it to face him. Eye-to-eye. “Eyes on me, princess. Now tell me whose cock this is. Wanna hear you, sweet girl. Tell me nice and loud.”
You’re embarrassed. If your cheeks could turn any darker in this moment, you’re sure they would. And you don’t want to answer him, suddenly bashful even when he’s buried inside of you as you bounce on his cock.
Displeased with your lack of a response, he angles his hips upwards, meeting you halfway to send himself deeper into the depths of your cunt. It catches you off guard to say the least, but only causes you to move faster, further onto him to chase that feeling again.
“It’s mine, sir,” you whine, words rushed and breathless. “It’s mineit’smineit’smine!” You continue, drunk off his cock and so close to coming you can’t hardly stand it.
Jake groans, continuing to push his hips upwards. “Yes, princess. My good fucking girl. It’s fucking yours.”
You want him to come harder than he ever has; want his cum deep inside you because it really is yours. He’s yours.
“Taking me so well, princess.” He pants. “Riding me so fucking good. Go on, baby. Want you to come again. Soak my cock, baby.”
Your words become mush, incoherent babbles as you continue fucking yourself on him. You can’t hardly breathe anymore, your chest heaving for breath as you feel the knot inside of you threatening to snap.
“Oh, princess…” he coos, “My dumb little baby. Can’t even get a word out when my cock’s buried inside you. Can’t even help it, can you?” He snaps his hips upwards more forcefully than before, an unforgiving pace that allows you some sort of reprieve from the burning in your thighs.
The moan that rips from your chest would have caused you to curl in on yourself in embarrassment, but right now you can’t seem to care. The way he’s fucking into you, the way he’s speaking to you…it’s too much for your already fucked-out brain to handle.
“Gonna come!” You muster out, your voice cracking as you grip his shoulders tighter.
“Yeah?” Jake taunts, still snapping into you as your pussy contracts around him. “Do it, princess. I can feel you fucking squeezing me so tight- fuck, baby. Gonna make me fucking come, aren’t you?”
You want to answer him; you really do. But all you can muster is a nod as your orgasm rips through you, your mouth dropping open and your cunt locking down around Jake as it fights to keep him inside. Your ears ring as you pulse around him, unsure if you’re making noise or not at this point.
Jake’s orgasm washes over him, choking out a moan of your name as he buries himself as far as he can. He spills inside of you, cum spurting from his swollen tip and into you. You feel him coating your walls as your vision returns to you, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat glimmering his forehead.
God, he’s beautiful all the time, but especially like this.
The two of you are a breathless mess, feeling the his cum mixing with yours as it seeps down your inner thighs. You breathe out a laugh, your forehead falling against his as he wraps his arm around you.
“I’m yours, princess.” His voice is as soft as silk as he traces his fingertips along your spine. “You know that don’t you?”
You smile, lashes fluttering as you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes your heart feel warm – even when you don’t deserve it; even when you’re acting like a brat.
“I do now.” You tease, attempting to bite back a smile but ultimately failing when you hear him giggle.
“Oh, princess,” He tightens his arms around you. “What are we gonna do with you?”
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Hands to Yourself
Hi loves🤍🤍
It’s currently 1:30am. I have been fighting to get this finished between my work schedule and life. It's barely proofread and shorter than I wanted it to be, but I can say that I’m quite content with how it turned out! I think I may keep the storyline going into a few more parts, but please let me know what you all think. I appreciate the feedback more than anything. Love you, babies💖
Word Count: 5.3K
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Alcohol consumption, Swearing, dom!Jake (that deserves a warning, right?), Oral (M!receiving), slight spit kink, f!reader x f!OC being flirty and touchy. i think that's it for now.
The music drifted through the room quietly while you finished getting dressed. Your hair fell in loose waves down your back as you untucked it from the neck of the pale pink crop top you pulled on. The blue bell bottoms you wore flowed down over your feet, drowning them in the denim. It had been so long since you’d taken a night off to go out and have fun. Jake had been busy with the boys, finalizing everything for their upcoming tour, so you took the opportunity to pick up extra shifts, to keep yourself busy. But when Jake crawled into bed last night, he offered the idea of going out for drinks tonight to unwind. All three of his brothers would be there. “It’ll be fun, you’ve been throwing yourself into work, you deserve a good night out, love.” He persuaded, his voice soft and sweet. He didn’t need to persuade though, you already knew you were going to agree.
Checking your lip gloss in the bathroom mirror, you called out, “Jake, can you come here for a sec?” He was standing in the bathroom doorway within a moment, his eyes raking over your legs, hugged so nicely by the jeans. You smiled to yourself, noticing the slight gape to his mouth, happy that they chose a casual bar for the night. “Can you help with my necklace?” You asked, handing him the chain that held a gold Wheel of Fortune tarot pendant. Your good luck charm. He waited for you to gather your locks into a hold before locking the chain around your neck, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder before pulling away.
His rough hands snaked around your front, pulling your back flush against his chest as he looked over your reflection in the mirror. His chin rested on your shoulder and you brought your hand up to cup his face. “I almost don’t want to go out anymore…” He trailed off, fingers teasing the waistband of your pants, “We could just stay in bed, they wouldn’t miss us.” His lips met your neck, enticing you to accept his proposition; and you would have had you not so badly needed time out of the house.
Your hands grabbed his, peeling them from your body, “We’ll have all day tomorrow to spend in bed.” You turned to face him and let your lips land on his in a soft peck. He pouted his lip when you pulled back to look at him, “Lover, I need a drink or two… or ten.” You smiled at him, batting your eyelashes until he returned the smile and broke away from you with an exaggerated huff. You followed him out of the bathroom, grabbing your jacket as you made your way to the front door to slip your shoes on.
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Jake held the door open, ushering you inside the bustling bar room. It was a busy night, people moved in all directions, crowding the stools around the bar and the tables scattering the area. Some 70s or 80s music played through the speakers, you couldn’t quite make it out as your ears adjusted to the multitude of voices echoing throughout the room. The smell of cigarette smoke drifted through your nostrils, your eyes wandering over the crowd to find an empty table. Jake’s hand landed on the small of your back, forcing your attention to him as he pointed across the space to the pool tables, nestled in the back corner. You followed his finger to see the boys, waving you both over. A small smile curled at your lips, thankful that Danny had brought his girlfriend, Odessa. You absolutely adored her and were more than happy to have another woman there to keep you company while the guys were bullshitting.
As you began your walk towards them, Jake pulled at your hand, halting you. When you turned to face him, he leaned in, half shouting, “I’m gonna go open a tab, you want a gin martini?” He questioned, knowing your typical drink of choice. Your smile forced your eyes to crinkle, but before you could respond, he added, “Dry, of course.” His eyebrow raised with a smirk to his lip. Nodding your head, you pecked his cheek before moving towards the others at the pool table as he made his way to the bar.
Josh greeted you first when you stepped up to the table, wrapping you in a tight hug. “Y/N, it’s been ages!” He placed a kiss on both cheeks in his over-the-top, Joshy way. “You look absolutely radiant tonight!”
You couldn’t help but mirror his face-splitting grin. Just then, Odessa came up behind you, yanking you into her embrace. Her long, dusty red hair fell in a curtain around you. “Babe, you look so hot, what the fuck?!” She beamed, holding you at arms length to look you over. You took the time to admire how good she looked as well. She wore an oversized, faded black, vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt as a dress. It was riddled with tiny rips all over and she fastened a tan belt to cinch the waist and carve out her petite figure, pairing it with matching cowboy boots.
She was incredibly pretty, her red hair a stark contrast against Danny’s almost black hair as he came up beside her. “Dess, are you kidding me?” You held her hand above her head, forcing her into a spin, “you’re so fine! You need to take me thrifting with you one of these days. You always find the best stuff.”
Odessa gave you a toothy grin as you leaned in to Danny’s side, giving him a half hug. “Well if you weren’t working so much, we would be able to make plans…” She raised her eyebrows, giving an accusatory look. You put your hands up in defense, but before you could say anything, she piped up again, “OOOOH! Hang on, I need to introduce you to Sage!” She squealed before turning and rushing to the booth tucked in the corner behind the pool table. Your eyes followed her, catching sight of Sam, his back to you, leaning against the pool table, having a conversation with who you could only assume was Sage. Odessa hooked her arm around the other woman’s, dragging her in your direction. “Y/N, this is my best friend, Sage. Sage, this is Y/N, Jake’s lovely lady.” Odessa giggled and you could tell she was already a few drinks deep.
You smiled, reaching out to awkwardly shake Sage’s hand. She returned the gesture, before Odessa distracted her with light conversation, giving you the time to study her. She stood about 5’9”, her ashy brown hair hung straight, reaching the middle of her back. A light dusting of freckles, sprinkled over her nose and naturally blushed cheeks, making the green of her eyes pop beneath the low bar lighting. She was wearing a black, lacy bodysuit, paired with a short, red suede skirt that hugged her hips in a way that kept your attention for a moment too long.
Suddenly Jake was at your side, his voice snapping you from your thoughts, “Come back to earth, love.” He held your drink out to you as he sipped his beer. All you could do was meet him with a questioning look as you took the glass, hoping your face wasn’t too red. He chuckled quietly, “You just looked a little spaced out… You better not be thinking about work.” His hand found its place at the small of your back, leaning into you, and he left a kiss on your cheek, “Let loose tonight, babe. You deserve it.” He whispered before walking off to join his brothers at the pool table.
You decided to take your boyfriend’s advice and ‘let loose.’ But you may have overdid it a bit. You’d be cursing yourself with regret tomorrow, but when Odessa sent Danny and Sam to the bar for a few rounds of shots, you couldn’t help yourself. After about two hours in the bar, you’d scrapped the gin martinis after your second glass and opted for tequila sodas, per Josh’s suggestion, and whatever shots everyone was buying. You knew better than to mix your liquors, but you could’ve sworn everything was going great until Sammy had the bright idea for everyone to shoot a round of jagerbombs. That was when everything went downhill, though you wouldn’t reap those consequences until tomorrow.
The alcohol had your body buzzing. Danny and Odessa had left, calling their night early. Sage stayed, and you had hit it off pretty well with her, making friendly conversation, sharing jokes and finding mutual interests. She really was beautiful and funny and you found yourself enjoying her company quite a bit. It was a little after 11pm when the jukebox kicked on, Van Halen booming through the overhead speakers. You gasped, jumping up from the booth, nearly tripping on your own feet, “Jake, I wanna dance!” You practically fell into his arms, words slurring ever so slightly. “Come dance with me, pleeeease…” you drew out the plea, attempting to give him puppy dog eyes.
He straightened you to a standing position, laughing softly, “We’re in the middle of a game, but as soon as it’s over-” You cut him off, blowing raspberries in his face as you turned on your heel.
You leaned your elbows on the table, looking at Sage with glazed eyes, “You wanna dance?” The question came out flirtier than you intended, but she must not have noticed or wasn’t bothered by it. She grabbed your hand, standing from her seat and yanked you towards the crowded floor. The place was filled with middle aged men, eyeing the two of you as you swayed with the rhythm of the music. A few older women sat at the bar, giving you dirty looks, but you didn’t notice. The opening notes of ‘Feels Like The First Time’ rang out and it stirred something in you. You and Sage were pressed against each other, a mess of sweat and flowing hair and grinding hips. Her arms snaked around your neck as yours found her hips, pulling one another in tighter. As your bodies writhed together, you caught sight of Jake, his jaw clenched. He didn’t notice you watching him from over Sage’s shoulder, as he adjusted his dick in his jeans, looking around him to see if anybody else saw him do so. You caught your lip between your teeth, abruptly aware of the wetness pooling in your underwear.
Sage broke away from you, sweeping her hair from her forehead, as the song came to an end. “I’m gonna grab another round, be right back.” She half yelled over the music, allowing her fingers to graze your arm as she moved past you, towards the bar. You watched as she went, hips swaying with some intent. Of what, you weren’t sure. When you caught yourself staring, you shook your head, hoping to shake away the thoughts, before returning to your booth.
Jake stood, leaned against the pool table while Josh racked the balls and carried on an animated conversation with Sam. “Hi, lover.” You wrapped your arms around Jake’s torso, pressing your chest into him. You could feel his semi-hard erection in his jeans, causing you to add a little pressure with a roll of your hips. His hands shot up to grab your waist as he choked down a groan. You gave a sly smile, looking to see if his brothers were paying any attention, and dropped your hand to palm his length through the fabric, giving a light squeeze.
He gripped your wrist and forced it to your side, “Watch yourself.” It came out as a warning, but in your inebriated state, you didn’t pay it any mind and rolled your hips into him again. His arms wrapped around you then, locking you tight against him. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You practically fuck Sage on the dancefloor and then you want to come over here and try it with me?” He clicked his tongue, a low chuckle escaping his throat at the quiet gasp that fell from your lips. This man had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it. “I think you need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, love.” You felt his teeth nip your ear lobe and then there was nothing. Jake had let go of you, moving to pick up his cue and start the game.
Sage returned to the table with a tray of tequila shots. She handed you a small glass and you accepted it with a lazy smile. “Lime?” She offered, holding the slice up to you. Your eyes flicked to Jake as he stood, watching your every move. You don’t know why you did it, maybe his words from a moment ago had spurred you on, but you couldn’t stop yourself if you wanted to. You tipped the glass back, gulping down the burning liquid, and then moved forward, wrapping your lips around the lime wedge in Sage’s hand, sucking the juice from it while it sat in her fingers. She just stared at you. You couldn’t tell if she was mesmerized or shocked. Maybe both. But when you pulled away, she dropped the wedge onto the tray sitting on the table and reached to wipe the juice that dripped down your chin, her thumb grazing over your lip so softly. The world felt like it stopped, everything moving in slow motion.
“You guys gonna kiss or what?” Sam spoke from the opposite side of the pool table, breaking the tension. Josh smacked his arm and mumbled something under his breath. Jake had his eyes on you still, a slight incline to his lip, as he tipped the bottle of beer to his mouth. You couldn’t pull your eyes from his, standing frozen in place. You felt your skin heat under his stare and finally excused yourself to the bathroom. Flashes of Jake’s face plagued your thoughts. What was that expression? Anger? No… It was almost playful, challenging you. But what exactly was the challenge?
Taking a few minutes in front of the filthy mirror, you attempted to compose yourself. But as you reached for the door handle to exit the restroom, it was as though every drop of liquor you had consumed ravaged your body at once. You took your time stumbling back to the table. Your feet carried you without much help from your brain, driving your body into various people along the way. The muttered apologies falling from your lips were met with side eyes and angered frowns. When you made it back to the booth, you saw the long, chestnut brown hair and slid in next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He smelled so good, you nestled your nose against his neck, breathing him in. His scent forced your lids to flutter closed. Even after his warning to keep your hands to yourself, you just couldn’t. You let your hand land on his knee, slowly dragging your fingertips up his thigh. Weird. Wasn’t Jake wearing jeans… The thought left your mind quicker than it entered and you allowed your hand to drift further, now hovering over the bulge, prominent in his right pant leg. Your lips found the pulse point in his neck, leaving a kiss, before nipping at his jaw while your fingers lazily danced over his covered length. Just as a strangled groan crept up his throat, a pair of hands grabbed your waist, hauling you up and out of the booth.
You whipped around in confusion, your eyes landing on Jake. Wait no. That doesn’t make sense. How… "Jake, how did you-” You gawked at him, unable to finish your question. Slowly, your head turned back towards the booth that you had just been yanked from and fell upon the figure tucked in the back of it. There sat Sammy, his long, chestnut brown hair acting as a shield to cover the bright red blush overtaking his features. “Oh shit…” Were the only words to leave your lips before everything went black.
Your consciousness came back in blips, only allowing the smallest bits of memory to stick in your mind. Jake half carrying you out of the bar. “M’gonna be sick…” You murmured. He held your hair back with one hand and used the other to keep you steady. You’re not sure how long you spent emptying the contents of your stomach in the parking lot before it all went black again. Suddenly you were in the car, pulling into the driveway of you and Jake’s shared home. Then nothing. The last thing your conscious mind picked up was your boyfriend, rubbing calming circles on your back while you sat in bed, swallowing down the glass of water he’d given you.
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The morning sun glimmered across your eyelids, warming your face in the air conditioned room. You opened your eyes, acclimating to the bright streaks filtering through the window. Your limbs stretched out, and a soft hum vibrated from your throat as your muscles began to loosen.
Rolling over to find Jake, he was laying awake, scrolling through Instagram. “Good morning, beautiful.” He gave you a soft smile. You returned the smile and reached out to snuggle against him, but he pulled away, slipping out of the bed. Seeing your furrowed brow, he simply nodded his head toward the door, “I’m gonna take a shower.” He was padding out of the bedroom before you could argue.
The dull throb in your head was a lot more mild than it should’ve been, given the fact that you drank way more than intended last night. Dragging your body from the mattress, in search of ibuprofen, you made your way to the bathroom. Jake had left the door open, as if to invite you in. Stepping into the steam filled room, you went straight for the medicine cabinet, dumping four of the pills into your hand and tossing them in your mouth. You filled the cup that sat on the sink and swallowed the pills down, chugging the water to chase them. Placing the cup back on the counter, you picked up your toothbrush and turned to face the shower, mindlessly brushing your teeth. You could see Jake through the frosted glass of the doors, rinsing his hair beneath the stream, his fingers combing through his ends. Spitting the foam from your mouth, you put the toothbrush back in the holder and pulled your oversized sleep shirt over your head. You stepped closer to the shower, shedding your panties before pulling the door open. Jake rubbed the water from his eyes, turning to look at you. His eyes raked over your naked form and you felt a chill run through your blood at his hooded gaze, goosebumps prickling your arms. When he finally met your eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw a smirk on his lips. “Can I join you?” Your voice came out quietly. He did say anything, just turned to rinse the remaining conditioner from his hair. You took that as an open invitation and stepped in, closing the door. But as you reached to pull Jake towards you, he caught your wrist, dropping it to your side. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You questioned, the confusion evident on your face.
Jake moved back, pushing the shower door open and stepping out. “Nothing, love. I’m just finished up, you go ahead and shower.” He grabbed his towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist, leaving you alone, for the second time this morning, without another word.
You stood there, dumbfounded, for a moment. Why is he acting like this? Without even cleansing yourself, you turned the knobs, shutting the water off. Ripping a towel down from the rack, you stormed into your bedroom as you pulled the towel around your chest, securing it. Jake stood in front of his dresser, his own towel discarded on the bed. He was gliding deodorant on, when you entered the room. “Jake, are you mad at me or something?” Your voice echoed through the space, coming out louder than you meant.
“No, I’m not mad at you, Y/N.” He didn’t bother to look at you as he chuckled.
Moving towards him, you reached out to grab his arm and turn him to face you. But when your fingers hit his skin, he jerked away as though your touch burned him. “What the fuck, Jake?” You raised your voice, not allowing him the chance to answer, “Why won’t you let me touch you? What did I do?” Your pleading expression was met with his calm demeanor.
He took a slow step forward, eyes boring into you, and kept his tone even, “I told you that you needed a lesson in keeping your hands to yourself.” His fingers grazed your cheek as he tucked your hair behind your ear, “And after the shit you pulled last night…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his hand moving to yank the towel from your body. “I think it’s time you learned.” The towel crumpled at your feet and Jake ran his index finger from your throat, down the space between your breasts, stopping just below your belly button and leaving a blazing hot trail in its wake. “What do you think, love?” His breath was warm, fanning over your face as he spoke.
The wetness that pooled between your legs was undeniable, causing you to squirm under his stare. “Whatever you want, Jake. I’ll do anything.” You whispered, aching to wrap your body around him.
He smiled at your response, cupping your cheek for a moment before his demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened, “Kneel.” He commanded. You obliged almost instantly, dropping to your knees, noticing that he was lazily pumping his growing erection. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. His hand stopped, falling to his side and you made a move to replace his hand with your own. “No hands.” He scolded, causing you to drop them into your lap. “I’ll tie them behind your back if I have to. Be good.” He waited for you to nod in understanding.
“I’ll be good, baby. Promise.” You knew how pathetic you sounded but you just wanted his hands on you. Wanted to taste him, feel him. You needed it and weren’t afraid to beg for it. “Please, baby…”
Satisfied with your plea and promise, his right hand weaved into your hair as you looked up to meet his eyes from where you rested on your knees below him. He brought his left hand to your chin, “You’re breathtaking.” he half-whispered, running his thumb over your plump bottom lip. “You know that, right?” You responded by allowing your tongue to roll out and flick over the rough pad of his thumb. Your gaze flicked from his face to his cock, resting at eye level with you. He was impossibly hard, every intricate vein visible and you ached to trace along them all with your tongue.
As if reading your mind, he tipped your chin up, forcing your eyes back to his. “You want it?” He questioned, a smirk playing on his lips as you nodded eagerly. His left hand dropped, “Then take it.” He nudged the back of your head toward him, right hand still tangled in your locks.
With your mouth practically watering, your focus went back to his cock. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to the head. but as you opened your mouth to take him in, his grip tightened on your hair, holding you back. Your brow furrowed, eyes searching his, silently questioning him, but his face only held a barely there, smug smile as he eyed you. Your attention returned to his length before you lunged forward, with more force this time, your lips just closing around the tip before he yanked you back, holding you in place. “Jake please…” You whined in frustration, the taste of his salty precum on the tip of your tongue from the short contact.
“I think you can do better than that, sweet girl.” he simply chuckled as he bent down to meet you face to face, that devilish smirk creeping across his features. “You want it so bad…work harder for it.” He spat the last part in a condescending whisper.
You continued to fight against his grasp, inching closer. His fist loosened, giving you a bit of slack which allowed your mouth to just barely wrap around the head of his length. Then he pulled you back again, your scalp beginning to ache from the tension. You were growing more impatient by the second and Jake knew that. “Y’gonna give up already, love?”
You wanted to slap the arrogant expression from his face when suddenly, a lightbulb flicked on in your head. No hands. You shifted your body, ass resting on the backs of your legs as you brought your hands behind your back, clasping them together. Looking up at him again, you kept direct eye contact, opening your mouth and letting your tongue hang out, leaving your throat open and relaxed for him.
Jake let out a sigh as he leaned down, “That’s my good girl.” He smiled, massaging his hand over your stinging scalp. Before he straightened to stand, he let a string spit fall from his mouth onto your awaiting tongue. Your body shuddered at the lewd action. Just as his spit began to drip from your tongue, he took his middle and ring finger and scooped the bead of saliva, forcing it into your mouth. His palm rested on your chin as his fingers slid deeper into your mouth. Your lips closed around his fingers, a gag threatening its way up. Jake could sense it and added pressure to the back of your tongue. “Relax your throat, Y/N.” He ordered. You closed your eyes, focusing on the taste of his skin, and allowed yourself to swallow around him. He hummed at the feeling, “Open up.” He pulled his hand away, tapping your cheek.
You complied, opening wide for him. He stepped forward, gathering your hair in his fist again, and taking the base of his cock in the other hand. You watched down the bridge of your nose as he pushed the tip past your lips. Your tongue flicked over the underside as he pushed further, a faint ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth. When he finally tapped the back of your throat he stilled, letting his head hang, his breath leaving in short huffs. You relaxed your throat the best you could, trying not to move out of fear that he’d pull away. You attempted to swallow the saliva pooling on your tongue, causing Jake’s hips to buck forward. His lips curled up into that evil smirk as he pulled your head back, slipping out of your mouth before driving back in with intent. He kept a steady pace, dragging your head back and forth by your hair.
When your eyes began to water, he pulled out for a moment, admiring the state you were in. Hair in tangles, face red and tear stained, lips and chin glistening with spit, chest heaving and mouth agape with heavy breaths. “You’re doing so well, pretty baby.” His touch was gentle as he praised you, cupping your cheeks. Before you could react, his hands grasped your head and drove his dick back into your mouth, more forceful this time. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to choke him down. His hips bucked relentlessly, fucking into your throat at a pace you could barely keep up with. Your hands ached to grab at him, to just feel his skin under your touch. But you held them back, opting to dig your nails into your own palms.
The spit was dripping from your mouth, coating your chin and neck and dripping onto your breasts. His cock twitched against your tongue and a violent gag roared from your throat. Jake groaned at the sound. He was close. Your jaw was starting to ache, but Jake’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. You timed his next thrust; When his tip made contact with the back of your mouth, you slipped your tongue out and flicked it over his balls. “Holy fuuuuck…” His eyes found yours as his mouth hung open. “Do it again.” It almost sounded like a plea leaving his lips. He drew out slowly before diving back in and you repeated the same gesture. His lids fluttered closed and his grip on your hair was almost painful as he buried himself in your throat. The short patch of hair at the base of his cock brushed the tip of your nose. A chorus of strangled moans and curses fell from his mouth as his climax overtook his body. The first string of his release hit you, forcing another gag to rip from your esophagus as you swallowed it. You hollowed your cheeks, gently bobbing your head to coax him back down to earth and he welcomed it. His hands rubbed over your scalp, a shudder rolling through his body.
When he finally softened, you let him fall from your lips. Jake moved to sit on the edge of the bed, allowing his breathing to calm. You sat watching him, you didn’t dare move until he held his out to you. “Come here, love.” It wasn’t a command, more of an offering. You stood, your legs shaking from being tucked beneath you, and slipped your hand into his. He pulled you down onto his lap, holding you close and placing a kiss to your lips. “Are you okay?” The question was laced with concern. He picked up the towel that sat behind him and wiped your neck and chest off.
You couldn’t hold back your smile as you watched him clean you up with the softest touch. “I’m okay, lover.” Your fingers trailed up his chest and over his shoulders before wrapping around his back. “But I don’t think I understood the lesson.” You giggled at his playful eyeroll, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Maybe we can go over it again later?” He couldn’t stop the grin that cracked across his face at your inquiry.
He pulled you in for another kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. “Let’s talk about it over breakfast.” He stood up, placing you on your feet. “You need some food in your stomach before you get sick.” Jake pulled a t-shirt from his dresser, tossing it to you.
“Okay, but I want waffles.” You pulled the shirt over your head before moving to your dresser to grab a pair of underwear. “And maybe you can fill me in on what exactly I did last night that was sooo bad.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Uhhhhh…” You stared at the ceiling, trying to think back to the last memory you had of the night. “I remember asking you to dance with me, but you wouldn’t leave the pool table.” You stated matter-of-factly.
He smirked, “But you still got to dance…” He trailed off, waiting for you to finish his thought.
You thought harder, flashes of Sage’s body grinding with yours, creeping into your mind. “Oh. With Sage…” You searched for more pieces of lost memory, but came up short. “I can’t remember anything past that.” You raked your hand through your hair as you looked back at Jake.
He smiled to himself before strolling out of the room. He called from the hallway, “I’ll fill in the blanks while we cook. But I don’t think Sam’s gonna be around for a while.” Jake’s laugh echoed through the house.
“Wait, what happened to Sammy?”
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Talk ⎮ Sam Kiszka x Reader
a/n: i've got hozier on the mind, people! sorry! this idea has been banging around in my head for a while, and since i can only write angst, here y'all go (sammy nation, just email me an invoice for your therapy) ((and look at the lyrics to this song!))
thank you @sacredjake for the pic (credit to owner!) and @gold-mines-melting for editing and being my second set of eyes; it truly takes a village lol
pairing: asshole!sam kiszka x fem reader
summary: you hated sam, you really did, but one fateful night he gets under your skin in more ways than one.
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, minors DO NOT INTERACT!!! angst, alcohol consumption, stubborn mean asshole sammy (my guilty pleasure), petty y/n (she is by no means blameless LOLLLL) degradation, name calling, hate sex, unprotected p in v (please be safe, folks), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), spanking, choking, pls let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 8.3k
You couldn’t stand his face. The cadence of his voice. The smirk that would splay across his lips when he found another woman to lead on only to inevitably gaslight her and leave her hanging once the night was through. You really couldn’t stand any of it.
And now, posted up on the side of the bar with your friends, you were seeing red watching Sam comb his fingers through some innocent woman’s hair as he leaned in close to her to undoubtedly whisper a slew of nonsense.
“You know, you really shouldn’t let him get to you as much as he does,” your best friend, Danny, murmured, shaking you from your spiraling thoughts. “He’s way more harmless than he looks.”
You sighed, turning your head back down to the drink in your hands that was now mostly water and melting ice.
“Did you really have to bring him with you tonight? Like, I know he’s your friend and your brother and all, but-”
Josh clapped you on the back, signifying his return from wherever he scampered off to.
“That’s right, mama, he’s our brother. Unfortunately, we’ve had to learn how to live with his antics, and you might as well, too.”
The glare you shot Josh had him retreating his hand from your back, slowly backing away with arms raised, signifying his surrender as a chuckling Jake took the spot beside him.
“Yeah, well you might want to give him that pep talk, too, Josh. I know he feels the same way about me as I do him.” Jake’s smile only widened as he brought his glass to his lips, muttering something that wasn’t quite loud enough for your ears to pick up, but earned him a jab in the stomach from his twin.
The blood pulsing through your veins was beginning to turn scalding hot as you turned to take in the scene that was unfolding between Sam and his mystery woman of the night. He now had his arms snaked low around her waist, kissing and nibbling at her ear as she blushed and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
“Relax your jaw, honey, you’re gonna give yourself a headache,” Danny cooed from over your shoulder, bringing a reassuring hand to the middle of your back as you continued to stare, imagining lasers darting from your eyes to shoot right through Sam’s head.
“How can you all tolerate,” you gestured towards Sam, “this? It doesn’t bother you at all? His blatant disrespect for any woman that walks the earth?”
“Of course it bothers us, darling,” Jake started, coming up beside you to watch Sam as well, “but you know Sam. He is never going to quit doing something unless he finds out the hard way for himself, no matter what any of us tell him. One of these days Karma will get him, and I personally can’t wait to watch.”
He was right, of course, and that was one of the things that drove you craziest about Samuel. Sam was headstrong and stubborn, refusing to listen to any advice given to him and always getting burned in the long run, even if he didn’t realize it at the time. He was arrogant, smug, self-righteous, and always had to have his way, and the thought of him using this poor girl to his own advantage only to gaslight her and leave was about the last thing you could tolerate.
The worst part of it was that you had always secretly found Sam attractive, and sometimes there would be an all-knowing flash in his eyes when you two were bickering that suggested that perhaps he actually liked getting a rise out of you. The curve of his smirk, the twinkle of his honey-brown eyes, he had to know. And it all pissed you off further.
You hadn’t realized that you zoned out, still locked on Sam, until his eyes met yours. The woman he had in his arms was now buried in his neck, reciting whatever sweet nothings Sam had definitely spewed to her, and once his gaze found yours, a sinful smile began to creep up on his lips.
Fuck him.
Flustered, you turn back to the bar, dropping your head to try to hide your rising blush from Danny and the twins. You had to get out of there.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quick, I’ll be right back,” you explained as you shot off your barstool, knowing that the bathrooms were just past Sam. The company of three hummed in acknowledgement, already deep within a conversation about the studio session they had earlier that day.
You didn’t know why you felt this way. Sure, you hated the guy, but why was he able to get under your skin so easily? Every action he made ignited a new fire within you, every word that dripped from his plush lips was poison to your ears. And you knew it was childish, but you had to do something to not let that girl be a pawn in another one of Samuel’s selfish chess games.
You knew it was extremely childish as you approached the couple, slightly hip-checking Sam as you stormed past, causing a gasp to tumble from him as he bumped into the woman before him, causing him to spill his drink down her front. You didn’t stop to apologize even though your right mind was telling you to turn around and grovel on your hands and knees for forgiveness; no, you continued on your path to the ladies restroom, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips.
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You were leaning over the sink touching up your lipstick when the faint click of the lock sounded from the door. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see Sam entering the bathroom and turning the lock before he settled his weight up against the wood, arms crossed and a purely sour look on his face.
“I believe you’re looking for the room next door, Samuel,” you started, placing the cap back on the bullet and straightening before the mirror, tousling your hair slightly. You needed to keep your hands busy; you’ve never seen him this angry and you knew you should be nervous, but you were too busy damning yourself for the heat that flooded to your face and the sudden clenching of your thighs. He was pissed. Good.
“That was a low blow, even for you.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse, any semblance of playfulness worlds away from the shitty dive bar that you two occupied. You watched Sam as he shoved off the door, stalking towards where you stood only to stop short a few feet behind, his eyes burning into your reflection. “I could’ve sworn there was a hint of jealousy in your eyes when you were admiring me from across the room.”
Your stare darkened and your jaw tensed.
“You can only be jealous of something you want, Sam, and the last thing I want to be is your conquest for the night.”
The sides of his mouth twitched in what you could’ve sworn was going to be a smile, but he masked his amusement quickly as he inched closer to you, a lion stalking its prey.
“You’re really telling me you just happened to trip and fall into me, doll?” The nickname left his lips with a condescending tilt of his head. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
Having had enough, you dropped his glare, throwing your lipstick in your bag and whirling around to face him, leaning your weight slightly on the countertop behind you.
“Fine,” you relented, crossing your arms, “but it was never because I was jealous, let me make that fucking clear. It’s because you’re one of the biggest self-righteous assholes that I have ever met and I couldn’t watch you ruin yet another woman's night beyond some club soda spilled on her shirt.”
“I’m pretty sure I was about to make her whole night, Y/n, not ruin it.”
“Really?” You were certain steam was coming out of your ears at this point. “What was going to be your excuse tonight, hm? Telling these people exactly what they want to hear despite your worst intentions,” you dared a step closer to him, “deceiving them, convincing them that you want “the exact same thing” that they do, when all you want is a pretty plaything to warm your dick.” One more step closer. “Making them all trust you before you leave in the middle of the night and block their number, never to be seen again.” You were close enough to him now that you pressed your index finger to his chest as you seethed through clenched teeth, “You make me fucking sick.”
His hand wrapped around your wrist in a vise-like grip, hatred and something that looked like lust dancing in his eyes as he brought his face inches away from yours. “You could only wish that you were the pretty plaything I get to warm my dick with.”
That was the last thing you thought he’d say and it was obvious by how your jaw hung open, causing a low chuckle to rumble out of Sam’s chest. He threw your wrist down as he straightened and turned on his heel, heading for the door.
With his fingers about to turn the lock, he threw you a glance over his shoulder,
“And you’ll catch flies in your mouth with that dumb ass look on your face.”
~~~~~~
Trying to settle your racing thoughts, you stalked back to where your friends sat at the bar, seemingly far more intoxicated now than when you had left them. You laughed under your breath as you approached them, setting your bag down on the bar and reclaiming your stool.
“Daniel called Jake “Little Man” so Jake bet Daniel that he can hold his liquor better than him even though he’s shorter,” Josh leaned over to explain, a Cheshire cat grin on his face, “so now they’re in a pissing contest.”
“Oh no,” you chuckled out, rubbing your hand in small circles on Danny’s back as Jake stuck his tongue out at him, “you know Jake can drink you under the table any day.”
Danny tilted his head to blink up at you, his eyes impossibly droopy. “I had to at least try, honey,” he managed to slur out, that dopey smirk you’ve come to love so much making an appearance. “And you’ll never, EVER, succeed, you prick!” Jake shouted in his British accent as he slammed his hand down on the sticky counter, earning genuine belly laughs from the entire group and annoyed groans from the other patrons in the bar.
Josh hurriedly hopped off his stool, going to place an arm around his twin's shoulder. “And with that,” he shook Jake a little bit, “I think it’s our time to leave.” He coaxed Jake off of his stool, albeit a tad reluctantly, and closed their tab with the bartender. Josh turned to you, “I’ll get him home, do you think you can manage Daniel?”
“Yeah, do you think you can manage me?” Danny hiccupped, trying to get off his stool and stumbling a bit. “Yes, you big lug,” you wrapped your arm around his torso, making sure his own was secured around your shoulders as you tried to support his weight, “and I’ve dealt with you in far worse situations.”
He giggled as the two of you waved goodbye to the twins, Josh laughing as Jake staggered out of the front door.
“Alright,” you turned your attention back to Danny, “you ready to go? You’re gonna crash on my couch, I don’t trust you to be out of my sight.” He let out a shocked gasp, his free arm moving to clutch at his chest in faux disbelief before he blurted out, “Sammy.”
Ugh, that’s right. Where the fuck was he?
You groaned as you scanned the bar, seeing Sam tucked away in a booth nearby with a new woman, the previous one shooting daggers from her eyes at him from her spot in a booth not too far away. You still had your arm wrapped around Danny as you barked out, “Sam! We’re leaving!”
Sam looked over at you with disgust, clearly upset that you interrupted him once again before he saw Danny tucked in your grip.
“Ooooooh Sammy boy, it’s time to go hooooommeee!” Danny yelled in his best sing-song voice, and you watched in awe as Sam’s face shifted from anger and attitude to one of fondness and humor. He smiled at his friend, the admiration in his eyes shining through.
If only he could act this way with everyone.
“Okay, okay asshole, I’m coming,” Sam laughed back from his seat, dismissing himself from his companion and swaggering over to you and Danny. Without saying another word, he pulled Danny’s other arm around his shoulders, the two of you supporting the weight of the drunken curly-haired man between you.
Sam leaned forward a bit to catch your attention, “So, what's the plan?”
“I’m gonna take him to my place, get some Alka-seltzer in him before he passes out on the couch,” you explained. You appreciated that you both could drop the act for a second, more concerned about helping your mutual friend than bickering. “If you could just help me get him to my car, that’d be great.”
Sam nodded his understanding, but asked, “And are you going to be able to get him up the stairs to your apartment by yourself?” He had a good point, the stairs to your place were treacherous being that you lived on the fourth floor, the stairwell full of angled turns that you were sure you’d have to drag Daniel up.
You sighed, “Probably not, would you mind helping me?”
Danny chimed in, “I can walk up the stairs just fine, thank you very much,” trying his best to convince you both but the tripping of his feet told you everything you needed to know.
Sam smirked with a hint of fire in his eyes, intentionally ignoring Danny’s plea, “I thought you’d never ask.”
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“C’mon Danny, just a few more flights,” you begged, Danny dragging along like dead weight between you and Sam. Thankfully, the ride home had been bearable, Sam too focused on his friend to pay any attention to you as you drove. You were grateful for that fact, definitely less than pleased that Sam would be stepping through the threshold of your home even if it was for a good cause. The other men had been to your place plenty of times, but you had a strict rule about not letting Sam over. Didn’t want his energy in your space.
“You got this, Dan, come on buddy,” Sam chimed in with you, readjusting Danny’s arm around his shoulder, hauling him up the stairs. Finally, you made it to the landing where your front door stood, and you shimmied out from under Danny’s arm as you fumbled for your keys.
“I love you guys,” Danny mumbled out, wrapping his now-free arm around Sam and bringing him into a bear hug that had Sam laughing. You couldn’t help but chuckle too; your best friend was a sentimental drunk.
“Yeah, we love you too, you flirt,” Sam said, clapping his hand on the man's back as you unlocked the door and held it open for them to stumble through. “I’m not a flirt,” you heard Danny say, almost unintelligible as they passed you and headed over to the couch, thankfully not too far from your front door. You watched for a minute as Sam set Danny down on the cushions, then immediately crouched down in front of his friend and began untying the laces of Danny’s beat up Vans.
You remembered Danny’s words from earlier that night: “He’s way more harmless than he looks.” Maybe he was right, but it would take a whole lot more than that to convince you that Sam was a genuinely good person.
‘Would take a whole personality change, you thought as you shut and locked the front door.
“Can you get him situated? I’m gonna grab him some water and meds,” you called, already heading towards your kitchen. Sam waved you off, which you took as a ‘yes’, and left the room. As you rummaged through your cupboards, you reminded yourself of all the things you disliked about Sam; you weren’t going to let this one act of kindness get to you. Besides, you’ve witnessed some truly despicable things from him.
Plopping two antacid tablets in a cup of water, you hurried back to the living room, seeing that Danny was now horizontal on your couch, his head propped up behind a couple of decorative pillows. Sam grabbed a blanket from the basket that sat on the floor and draped it over him before sitting on the arm of the couch by Danny’s feet. Making your way over to your friend, you saw that his eyes were closed, already dozing off. You scratched his head lightly, causing his eyes to open a smidge.
“Take a couple sips of it, then you can go to sleep,” you cooed, his hand coming up to grab the cup and bringing it to his lips. “Thanks, honey,” he whispered after drinking half the glass and handing it back to you, smiling up at you as he laid his head back on the pillow. You leaned over to set the cup on the end table by Danny’s head, then moved to kneel next to the couch, running your fingers through his hair to coax him to sleep. His eyes immediately drifted shut, and soon enough his breathing evened out, faint snores coming from his slightly parted lips. You smiled to yourself, purposefully forgetting that the man you despised sat no more than 10 feet away from you, watching silently as you took care of his friend. Sleep wasn’t too far off for you, either, and you desperately needed to get out of your clothes and into something comfy, but before you could get up, Sam cleared his throat, reminding you of his presence.
“I’m gonna stay with him for a little while longer, if that’s okay with you,” he said softly, not a hint of the usual arrogance in his tone. You blinked at him, a little stunned by the kindness of the gesture and the gentleness of his words. “Oh come on, Y/n, I know I’m a dick but I’m not that heartless.”
And there’s the asshole I know.
You stood, stretching a bit before landing your eyes on him again. “You can do whatever you want, I’m gonna go get ready for bed. You can let yourself out when you’re ready.” Not bothering to wait for an answer, you turned on your heel and started towards your bedroom; you weren’t too interested in what he had to say anyways.
To your dismay, sleep completely evaded you the second your head hit the pillow. Teeth brushed, face washed and in a big, comfy t-shirt, you tossed and turned in your bed, finally deciding to turn back on your salt lamp. Josh had told you once or twice that it’s better to get up and do something if you can’t sleep rather than just stare at the ceiling, so you decided to heed his advice.
You checked the time on your phone; it had been an hour or so since you left the boys in your living room. You knew Danny would sleep through the night no problem, and you could have sworn that you heard the front door slam a half hour ago, signifying Sam’s departure.
You locked your phone and put it back on your nightstand.
Sam.
You flipped on your back and huffed out a sigh; you couldn’t believe that he had been in your apartment. Reliving the events from the night, your blood began to heat again, remembering just how infuriating he had been at the bar. How rude he had been to those women. How hot you had found it that he locked the both of you in the bathroom, and how your thighs clenched when he grabbed your wrist.
How could you be this attracted to a man you despised? It made your anger grow tenfold, trying desperately to convince yourself that he did not have this effect on you, that you were simply tired and touch-deprived and that was the reason why your mind was stooping so low. But the more that you thought about him from the sanctuary of your bed, the needier you became. It was just physical attraction, right? There’s nothing wrong with that, you repeated in your mind, knowing damn well that you were going to beat yourself up in the morning for what you were about to do.
Alright Josh, I’ll do something, you thought as you opened the drawer on your nightstand, grabbing your vibrator that kept you company on nights like these.
Back bowing off the mattress, you held your breath as your eyes screwed shut, your release just out of arm's reach. Thoughts of Sam swirled in your mind's eye, imagining the way his guitar fingers would feel pressed into the canvas of your skin, the song your name would sound like when it dripped from his lips. Your orgasm was speeding towards you, the wave cresting and about to crash, when the sound of your bedroom door shutting snapped you back to reality.
Your eyes shot open as you bolted straight up, your vibrator still buzzing away beneath the bed sheets.
“Please, don’t stop on my behalf.”
Sam stood with his back pressed against your door, a mirror image of his actions from earlier. Arms crossed, a devilish smirk on his face that you wish you could smack right off. And you would get up to do it if only you were wearing pants.
“GET OUT!” You hissed, your vision blurry with rage as you chucked your pillow at him with little thought. He side-stepped it easily, not paying the plush fabric any mind.
“In my defense, I knocked,” his head tilted up so he could look down his nose at you, “twice. Seems like you were too preoccupied to hear me.”
“Sam, I told you to get out! Why are you still here, anyways?” You fumbled for your vibrator under the sheets, finally switching it off, shrouding your room in silence.
“Well,” he shoved off the door, eyes still glued to you, “I was coming to ask you if there was a pot or bowl or something I could set next to Dan in case he needed to throw up.” He made it to the foot of your bed, looking down at your exposed leg that was visible from beneath your blankets and slowly trailed his gaze to your beet-red face.
You pulled the blankets so your bottom half was completely covered, “There are things underneath the kitchen island, okay? Just please, for the love of god, get out of my fucking room!” You yelled at him; you desperately needed him to leave so you could focus on your breathing and not on the wetness collecting on the insides of your thighs.
But Sam clearly had other plans as he sat at the foot of your bed, not bothering to say a word for what felt like ages.
“Bet I could do a better job than that bit of plastic.”
What? Were you hearing him correctly?
Your eyebrows shot up as you tried to find words, but his statement had shocked your brain into malfunction.
“I’m just saying,” he glanced at the lump underneath the blankets next to you, to the toy that hid beneath, “I’m right here. And I could do a better job.”
“Are you fucking serious right now, Sam?”
His smirk dropped and was replaced by a sternness that you’ve never seen from him as he leaned ever so slightly closer to you.
“That depends, are you considering it?”
“No way, I fucking hate you!” You tried to whip your other pillow at him but he caught it effortlessly, holding your stare with an eyebrow raised.
Of course you were considering it, you had been seconds away from your own release that was brought on by lewd thoughts of him, and now that he sat at the edge of your bed, looking positively sinful… How could you not consider?
“Likewise, but I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think I don’t notice, but I do.” The smirk came back. That stupid, gut-wrenching smirk. “And I think I’ve made myself clear about what I think of you.”
“And what do you think of me, Samuel?” That piqued your interest, subconsciously mirroring his actions and leaning your body closer to his.
His voice was a low rumble in his chest as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips.
“I think you’re a brat, you’re entitled.” Suddenly, he was shifting his position, climbing onto your bed on his hands and knees.
“You have a big mouth.”
He moved closer to you.
“You ruin my fun.”
Closer still.
“I can’t fucking stand that you’re close with my brothers.”
Closer.
“I fucking despise being around you,”
His arms encased your legs on either side of them, his head mere inches away from yours, and just barely a whisper, he breathed,
“And yet I dream of all the pretty noises I could coax out of you while you’re in my bed.” He glanced down at his hands and grabbed the sheets, “Or your bed, apparently.”
“You talk a big game as if you didn’t just say you think about fucking me,” you said lowly, thankfully your voice steadier than how you truly felt. “I can see it in your eyes when you're spouting your stupid shit to me, even before you admitted it.”
Sitting up further on the bed, you pressed your back against your headboard, having more room now that your pillows were scattered remains on the floor. Your confidence swelled; the man you hated had just revealed that he dreamt of having you, taking you, and you weren’t going to let that bit of information go to waste.
“You know what I think, Sam? I think there���s a different reason why you can’t keep a girl longer than one night,” you mused, crossing your arms and feigning disinterest.
“And what would that be, doll?”
It was your turn to look down your nose at him, causing that wicked grin to crawl upon his features.
“You’re a little attention whore. You want these girls to want you, and once they do, you get bored. Such a fucking asshole. You want them to think about you, to get all hot and bothered by you, and you toy with their hearts cause you truly don’t want any of them, do you?”
Sam was back hovering over you in an instant, one of his hands gripping your cheeks so your lips puckered slightly, his eyes searing into your soul as your own were blown wide.
“Tell me what I want.”
You tilted your chin up a little more, your nose nearly brushing his as you fixed your stare; it was your turn for a devilish smile.
“You’ve always wanted me, haven’t you?”
His hand left your cheek in favor of caressing your jawline, his slender fingers pausing underneath your chin as he brought his face ever closer to yours as you asked, “Do you wanna fuck me?”
Genuine amusement shown on his features for a split second before he regained his composure, humor still dancing in the chocolate of his eyes,
“I really want to, doll, but you know that.” His thumb brushed against your lips; the gentleness that would pop up here and there was still surprising you, being as it wasn’t something you were used to. Maybe if you had paid more attention to him you would have picked up on it, but you were never interested in getting to know him more than the bare minimum. Maybe until now… “Do you want to?”
Was this really happening? You knew you wanted him, needed him, badly, but what would happen tomorrow? A week from now when you inevitably would see him at the bar? Oh god, and Danny was still asleep on your couch not too far away…
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He whispered.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Sam.”
His face darkened nearly instantaneously, the leash on his composure snapping. The light hand underneath your chin traveled quickly to your throat, and you felt his calloused fingers squeeze the sides of your neck as he breathed into your ear,
“Yellow, we slow down and talk. Red, we stop altogether.” You sucked a sharp inhale through your nose; you couldn’t believe how excited you were. “Or tap me three times, I’ll know what it means.”
He didn’t have to look down at your body to feel you squirming in place, for he knew exactly what he was doing to you. And when you felt his lips curl into a smile against the shell of your ear, the leash holding you back snapped as well.
“Green.”
That was all he needed. Before you knew it, Sam had let go of your throat with a hint of force, hopping up to yank you to the foot of the bed by your ankles, bringing you to lay flat on your mattress. He rolled his eyes as a faint gasp escaped you, every movement he made shocked you slightly. Straightening to his full height, he began removing his clothes, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his display; you’ve never even seen him shirtless before.
The outfit he wore tonight was one of your favorites- a pair of black slacks that fit him a little too tightly, not that you were complaining, and a cream colored corduroy button up, buttoned only at his navel, a page out of his older brother's book. A small, navy crystal in the shape of a triangle hung as a pendant around his neck. Simple, but elegant. You could see he was unbelievably hard already, straining in the confines of his pants, and secretly you knew he was getting off on watching you watch him, only further confirming his need and love for attention.
He forwent unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, revealing his slim, tanned torso. It felt nice to have an excuse to marvel at his beauty, to take a moment to really look at him without any malcontent.
“Like what you see, princess?”
Nevermind.
You flopped back down on the bed, causing your t-shirt to hike up a little higher. The blankets and sheets were still hiding you from him so he couldn’t see your exposed skin, but you were growing impatient, ready to throw them off of you. Ready to pull Sam on top of you. The mental notes you had taken suggested that if you pushed the right buttons, he’d easily give you what you wanted.
“You ruin everything when you speak, Samuel,” you sighed, doing your best to look disappointed.
His eyebrows shot up as he tied his hair back in a low bun; the feral look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to tolerate much more.
Good.
Ripping the blankets off of your body, he threw them to the floor. The cool air in your bedroom lapped at your bare legs, sending a kiss straight to your core. And then he was pinning your legs open with both of his knees, his hands planted on either side of your head, bits of hair already falling from his bun and curtaining your vision.
“You’re such a fucking tease, princess.” He dipped his chin to his chest to assess the mess that had already gathered at the apex of your thighs. “And you’re already so wet for me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, did you forget-”
“Forget about this?” He reached across your mattress to grab your vibrator, cold and lonely. “How could I?”
The teasing was becoming unbearable and you debated whether you should just toss him out of your room and get back to your night with your trusty toy.
“Can you either shut up or put your mouth to good use?” You huffed.
A saccharine smile as he bent closer, a promise of a kiss as he whispered, “I intend to take my time with you, to make you scream and wake poor Daniel up.”
He was about to capture your lips with his and as much as you wish he would, your annoyance was still at the forefront of your mind. Since both of your hands were free, you used one to clamp over his mouth, his eyes shooting open in surprise.
“Ah ah ah,” you tutted, “I don’t think you’ve earned that privilege.” You turned on your best set of doe eyes as you cooed, “Find another use for your mouth.”
Sam playfully nipped at the palm of your hand before rising on his knees, stretching your legs even further, a look of pure wonder as he observed you spread out for him. He dropped your toy in favor of using his hands to roam over your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt that was now bunched up on your hips. You helped him pull it over your head, and once his hands were free of the fabric, they were sweeping over your skin anywhere he could touch; swiping his thumbs on the smooth skin underneath your breasts, running his fingers over your ribs and down the sides of your waist, until they landed on on the divots where your hips met your thighs. And he stole the air out of your lungs as he breathed to himself, “Stunning.”
But he moved on quickly, moving to lay flat on his stomach in between your legs, picking up your vibrator in his left hand. Catching your stare as he lowered his mouth to where you needed him most, he shot you a wink before diving into your cunt, sending a long stripe from his tongue from your entrance up to your clit. It all happened so quickly, and you gasped as your head shot back onto the mattress, hands flying to the silky roots of his hair.
He hummed against you immediately, causing delicious vibrations to shoot straight through your system. Stars were illuminating the backs of your eyelids as he devoured you with a fervor no partner has ever rivaled, and you silently cursed him, knowing that you would unfortunately be craving this night after night.
The pleasure was short lived, however, as he withdrew his lips that were attached to your clit. You lifted your head up and shot him a look of utter annoyance, only to then hear the faint buzzing of your vibrator.
“Didn’t you say you could do a better job than that thing?”
“Yes, and I am,” he smirked, using his free hand to trace your entrance and gather your slick on his fingers. He held them up to show you, “I just thought since you wanted to cum so badly with it, I’d have to make you.”
Your groan of distaste quickly turned more guttural as he pressed the silicone directly on your throbbing clit. A dark chuckle rang out through your room as he watched you begin to writhe on the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets as if your life depended on it. There was no build up; he had turned your toy to its highest setting and pressed it against you with enough pressure to send you into oblivion. Your moans continued to grow louder, your orgasm nearer to you than you had estimated.
The fingers on his free hand began dancing around your dripping entrance, and you forced your eyes open to watch as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them to the perfect angle that caused his name to tumble past your lips.
“Shhh…” he started condescendingly, “What would Daniel think? Hearing you be such a fucking whore for me.” You whimpered, trying to quiet yourself and prolong the inevitable release that would soon crash into you. “What is it he always calls you?” His tone was mocking, his eyes blown with lust and his mouth slightly agape. Until he snapped his eyes to yours, “Honey?”
“D-don’t,” you whined, but your body betrayed you as you clenched around his fingers.
“Oh, you just love it when he calls you that, don’t you? I can’t wait to tell him what it does to you.” His fingers sped up their pace as your thighs began to tremble, your walls fluttering around him. “C’mon, give it up, honey, I know you’re there.”
Your back bowed off the mattress for the second time tonight, eyes screwing shut as the ball of tension in your stomach finally snapped and you were clamping around his fingers, vibrator still buzzing away with all its might.
“That’s it, princess, cum for me,” he cooed, slowing his fingers but not taking the toy away as he watched in awe while you rode out your orgasm, twisting and turning on the mattress beneath him.
It wasn’t long before overstimulation had you in its grasp, and you grabbed his wrist with more force than you thought you had in you, silently begging him to let up. He looked at you, batting his eyelashes, and you prepared yourself for more nonsense to fall from his lips.
“I thought you wanted to cum so badly?”
“Sam, please,” you admitted defeat, “I can’t do another.” Steadying yourself with deep breaths through your nose, pleading with your eyes for him to show you mercy.
But your jaw dropped as he genuinely laughed at you, a malicious sounding noise filling the space.
“Told you you’d catch flies with that dumb ass look on your face.” He finally withdrew both the toy from your oversensitive clit and his fingers from inside you, bringing the digits to your open mouth and placing them on your tongue. You hollowed out your cheeks instantly, tasting yourself and humming around his fingers.
“Who knew that such a brat would end up being so good for me.”
That wasn’t going to slide, and he knew he made a mistake when he caught the mischievous glint in your eyes mere moments before you bit down on his fingers. However, your plan backfired, and before you knew it, the same hand was wrapped around your throat again, anger written plainly on his face.
“I’m getting real fucking sick of your attitude, Y/n. You should be on your knees thanking me that I let you cum.” Your eyes narrowed, his words causing your own annoyance to ignite once again. “Actually, that’s what you’re going to do. Hands and knees.”
He released his iron grip and yanked you up to a sitting position, but all you could bring yourself to do was cross your arms.
“Let me? You’re the one who barged into my room and ruined everything.”
“On your hands and knees, now.”
Oh, this was too much fun. And you let him know so with a smirk curling on your lips.
“Make me.”
His arms were around you in an instant, hauling you up and effectively flipping you onto your stomach with a slight bounce off the mattress. Your hair caught around your eyes and in your mouth at how swift the motion was, and felt his hands wrap around your belly and lift up, forcing you to hold your weight with your hands and knees. Your own curiosity had you biting back your witty retort; you were intrigued to know if he would hold onto this dominant streak.
His weight left the mattress as you huffed in exasperation, trying to pretend you were growing bored even though you were anything but. And when you heard the faint unzipping of his pants, you couldn’t help but crane your neck over to where he was, catching him just in time to watch him free his length from his briefs and kick off his pants. Fuck, he was positively huge, and of course every single part of him was beautiful.
He vanished from your vision quickly and you felt him kneel behind you, causing your heart rate to quicken. However, he didn’t move to touch you.
“I’m growing tired, Samuel,” you pretended to yawn, “if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave-”
His fist was in your hair immediately, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest.
“For the sake of both of us,” he hissed into your ear, “I suggest you drop the act, princess.”
Your world was spinning as he threw you back onto the mattress, one of his large hands splaying across your back and pushing you even further into it, causing your ass to rise in the air.
“You’re going to take what I give you.” A gasp left your lungs as his free hand landed a sharp smack against the side of your thigh, “And you’re going to be fucking grateful for it.” Another harsh smack, this one directly on the flesh of your ass.
“If you think for a second,” smack, “about spouting your bullshit,” smack, “I’ll make sure you regret it.” He began running his hand over the red, swollen skin, soothing the bruises that were sure to make their appearance tomorrow.
“Color?” Softness returned to his voice, the calluses on his fingertips lightly moving to trace your shoulder blades.
“Green,” you gritted out, “green, you fucking asshole, keep going.”
The dominance switched back in an instant, his hands flying to your ass cheeks and spreading you wide open. The display had you clenching around nothing, ever eager for him to finally fill you up.
“How sweet,” he cooed, gripping his cock and running the tip through your folds, gathering up your wetness and smearing it along his length, “she’s blowing me kisses.”
The words you were about to let fly caught in your throat as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you in a delicious way that your body had never felt before. The two of you groaned in tandem; you could feel him pulsating as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you get used to his size. You hated to admit it, but it felt like he was made for you; no one had fit so perfectly inside you.
“Fuck, Y/n, you feel incredible.” His harsh attitude was faltering, you could tell, as he leaned forward to brush your hair out of your eyes, your head turned to the side with your cheek against the mattress. You would’ve found it endearing, if it were anyone but him, and you let him know that fact with a look of annoyance from out of your peripheral.
“Move, you bastard.” Once again, playing the game to get what you want. And with a hand pressing the side of your face into the mattress, he started on a gruelingly harsh pace that had moans tumbling from your mouth with reckless abandon.
The sound of skin slapping against itself filled the room, accompanied by Sam’s filthy words and your pathetic moans. He was drilling into you with every ounce of power in his body, and you imagined how heavenly he must look with sweat dripping down his chest and his eyebrows knitted together. You would’ve turned to look back at him had your eyes not been rolled back into your skull, your groans and pleas becoming an endless mantra that only spurred him on further.
Finally, he enveloped both of your wrists within a hand, tugging you upwards so that your back was sticking against his chest, the new angle causing you to yelp out a curse of his name. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to nip at your ear as he continued his murderous pace.
“Look at you,” he panted into your ear, “you’re cock drunk on me already.” He groaned as you twisted your hands free, snaking them back into his drenched hair. You could tell he was getting close to his release, his thrusts beginning to falter ever so slightly, and that thought had you clenching down around him, ready to drain him of everything he was worth.
“Shit, honey, if you keep doing that, I won’t last much longer,” he whined, trailing a hand down your front and settling to rub fast circles around your clit.
“Don’t-” you gasped, trying to get your words out, “don’t call me honey.”
He huffed a breath in your ear, “I think we’re well past that-” His circles quickened, your thighs beginning to shake as you could see your own orgasm on the horizon.
You needed to spur him on one last time. You needed him to continue his pace. You needed to get in one more jab before you both reached your end. And by some miracle, you found your voice.
“Fuck, Sam! God, I fucking hate you-”
His hips bucked and he let out the most obscene moan you had heard from him all night, one that would forever be cemented in your brain. “Fuck, say that again, Y/n,” he breathed, pushing you back against the mattress so he had more leverage to pound into you, fingers still working your clit.
Your eyes screwed shut as you gripped the sheets, the leash on your release about to snap.
“I-” His hand landed another sharp slap against your ass, causing you to gasp and clamp down hard on his cock, the words dying on your tongue.
“Please, say it again, I’m so fucking close.”
“Sam,” you whined, “I’m gonna cum, please keep going.”
“Say it,” he seethed, his pace not relenting even though you could hear him panting.
Tears were brimming in your eyes, and you could feel them spill over as you choked out,
“I fucking hate you.”
You could feel him swelling inside you, his breathing turning into pitchy moans.
“Where can I-”
“Inside, do it.”
That was the last bit of convincing he needed before he bent over you, sheathing himself even further as he spilled inside of you, a string of curses mixing in with praises of your name. Hearing your name fall so freely and adoringly from his lips caused your own orgasm to finally crash into you, turning your vision white and your ears to ring. You could faintly hear him hiss as you clenched and fluttered around his sensitive cock, but your body and mind were floating, skin prickling and tingling as he rode you through your high.
Hands massaging your shoulders kept you tethered to the earth, bringing you back into your mind as you began to settle, your chest heaving and your throat a bit hoarse from the volume of your moans.
“Come back to me princess, come on,” he wiped your brow, coaxing your eyes to flutter open. Once he saw that you were present in your body, he withdrew from you, causing you both to shudder and wince.
After a few long minutes of catching your breath, he stood, rummaging through the pile of clothes, pillows, and blankets that were strewn across the floor. Plucking up your sleep shirt you had been wearing not too long ago, he brought it over to you, kneeling on the bed to wipe up your mixed releases that had begun to collect on your thighs and bed sheets.
You hissed through your teeth; you were a lot more sensitive than you had thought you’d be, surely going to be sore in the morning.
“You really had to use my shirt for this? I have towels in the bathroom.”
He smiled to himself, an action he didn’t think you would catch as you watched him clean you up.
“Glad to see your attitude hasn’t changed.”
Once he was satisfied with his work, he shoved off the bed, chucking the shirt back onto the floor and grabbing his clothes, beginning to dress himself.
“Plus,” he started as he buttoned his pants, glancing at you with that nonchalance you hated, “now you have something to remember me by.”
You scoffed, not bothering to get into it with him in favor of watching him pull his shirt back over his head, ridding his hair of the tie that bound it. You were waiting for the self-loathing to set in; waiting for the guilt of giving in to your desires, but you felt none of it. Instead, you felt a tad grateful, in some messed up way, that he had caught you in the act tonight because it caused the two of you to release an arsenal of pent up emotions you harbored for each other.
Once he was dressed, he strode over to the bed and knelt down on the floor, choosing to smooth out your hair and trail his fingers down your spine. You hummed in approval, the slight massage lulling you closer and closer to sleep. His eyes shone with a new emotion; you couldn’t detect the same distaste that always was dancing within them when he looked at you. There was lust there, and a certain seriousness that you didn’t recognize, but you welcomed it.
He surprised you for one last time as he bent down and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek, smoothing the skin with his thumb after he pulled away. You couldn’t help but smile up at him as he straightened to his full height.
“That certainly didn’t feel like you hate me, Samuel,” you called as you watched him make his way to your bedroom door, somewhat eager for him to leave so you could finally get to sleep.
“Well,” he breathed, sending a smirk over his shoulder as he turned the handle, “imagine being loved by me.”
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Bad Reputation
s.f.k. x reader
chapter one
Series Summary: As a local jazz pianist in Nashville, you never fear being in the spotlight. Living in the same city, you’ve become very familiar with Sam Kiszka, a young musician who’s managed to gain a bad reputation in the city and throughout the country within his band’s fanbase. You’ve always just ignored Sam’s promiscuous and impulsive ways, but when you’re approached by the band to help repair his image, you’re given an offer you can’t refuse.
Word Count: 6k
Chapter Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex, mentions of smoking (tobacco & marijuana), flirting, arguing, sexual tension… you get it ;) (no smut… yet)
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The club was dark and crowded as you entered through the front door and made your way backstage to begin setting up. Your shoulders brushed past other people in the crowd, making it difficult for you to get to the back. On your way there, you paused for a moment, deciding to stop at the bar first for a much-needed drink.
“Hey, Sebastian!” you said, leaning over the bar as you greeted the bartender. You’ve been playing here for so many years, these guys were some of the closest friends you’ll ever have.
“Y/N, hey! Need a pick-me-up?” he said, turning his attention to you fully for a moment as the bar was bustling with other customers. Better make this quick.
“Can I just get a double rum and coke? Only a little bit of ice in it,” you asked, smiling politely as he nodded and began making your drink.
You take a second to look around the club as you wait, feeling a bit nervous as you take in how many people are actually there. You’ve played big crowds before, sure, but tonight felt extra intimidating for some reason.
You had sensed for a few months now that your big break might be coming soon, at least that’s what you’d hoped. You’ve grown to be quite popular in the greater Nashville area, but your reach hasn’t gone much further than that. You hope to branch off and move to New York one day, to play there professionally full-time.
For now, though, you make your living by playing gigs weekly, posting your music online, and taking a few brand deals here and there. It’s working well, and you make enough money to get by, but you’re not entirely fulfilled.
“Double rum and coke for the lovely lady,” Sebastian said, sliding your drink across the bar toward you with a smile. You return his smile and take it in your hand, tipping it toward him as a thank you.
“Thanks, Seb. I’ll be back later, you know I’m gonna need it,” you muttered, taking a long swig of your drink before squeezing your way through the rest of the crowd and finally making it to the backstage door.
Pushing the door open, you turned the corner toward your usual dressing room and started to set yourself up. You take your coat off, place it on the small couch with your tote bag, and then turn to the mirror to touch up your makeup before you take the stage in 15 minutes. You hear the door crack open, so you turn your head to look and see who it is.
“There you are, Lucy!” you exclaimed, moving to the door to greet her with a hug. “Where the hell have you been? I didn’t see you at the bar before.”
“Sorry, babe, Seb had me refilling the kegs downstairs for him… lazy bastard,” she scoffed, moving past you to plop down on the couch. “That’s a man’s job! That shit is so heavy!” You chuckle at her, finishing off your drink and then turning back to the mirror to finish applying your lipstick.
“He’s building up your strength, Luce! What happened to equal rights?” you laughed, making eye contact with her in the mirror as she rolled her eyes at you.
“Whatever, Y/N. I don’t see you lifting any heavy things,” she mutters, crossing her arms and throwing her head back.
Lucy was probably your best friend in the whole city. You met her in high school, being in the same jazz band class together, and immediately clicked. She works at Seb’s jazz club part-time as a bartender and server, which is how you started playing there. You play plenty of gigs at other places too, but this place became your regular haunt, thanks to Lucy’s help. She asked Sebastian to give you a chance to audition 4 years ago, and you’ve been playing there ever since.
The two of you live together in a little apartment in Midtown, only a couple blocks away from the club. After graduating high school, Lucy decided to go to Belmont for journalism while you ended up just starting to work on your music full-time. You made ends meet and helped pay rent while Lucy went to school, and she’s worked to make it up to you ever since.
She’s in her last semester of graduate school now at Vanderbilt, getting a business degree with hopes of founding a newspaper of her own one day. At 24, she seems like she’s finally getting her life together, but for you, it feels like you’re only just getting started. You try not to compare yourself to her or anyone else, which was something your mother always nagged you about. You knew she was right, but you can’t help it.
Despite all of that, you’re sure that you’ll break into the industry soon. Seb had planned to hook you up with his buddy who works in one of the recording studios downtown to get you in and record your own stuff. He’s just waiting on your word to tell him that the album is ready, but you haven’t been able to finish it for the life of you. You’re not sure if it’s fear or perfectionism, but it just doesn’t feel finished to you yet. For now, you’re filling your time with gig after gig, hoping to find inspiration.
“Stop sulking in here and get back to work, I have to be out there in 5,” you say, turning around to give her a stern look. She scoffs at you and then stands up, walking out the door.
“Break a leg!” she shouts as she rounds the corner, leaving you alone once more.
You have to admit that you’re feeling nervous. You compiled a few originals to test out tonight with the crowd, hoping to get some excited reactions to some stuff that you planned to include in your record. You had a few classics in the setlist too, including your favorite arrangements of Misty and Lullaby of Birdland, to make sure that the crowd doesn’t get too lost. But you hope that you’re new stuff will keep them captivated.
You take a deep breath, brushing your hands down your dress a few times to straighten it out and taking one last look in the mirror before exiting the dressing room and heading toward the stage. You hear Seb announce your name as you turn the corner and stride onto the stage, flashing a quick smile at the crowd before sitting down at the piano.
The crowd hushed as your fingers plinked out the first few notes, and then you started your first piece. Your hands glided across the keys with ease as you closed your eyes, getting lost in the music. Your first original piece went off without a hitch, the crowd cheering loudly at your extensive solo. They were enraptured by the covers you chose and your confidence was truly shining brightly off of you.
The set ended as quickly as it began and the club erupts in applause as you played the last note and stood up to take a bow. You look out into the crowd and see your friends back at the bar, flashing them a wide smile. Your eyes pan across the rest of the room, seeing all of the people cheering for you. This was what you were made for, you were sure of it. This is what you’re meant to do.
As your eyes stop at the back corner of the room, your expression quickly drops when you see the group at the large booth. It was a group of men from a band that you were very familiar with, bumping elbows at all the music venues in Nashville. It wasn’t the band specifically that you had a problem with, but just one specific man who always gave you trouble. Sam Kiszka.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, flashing one more smile at the crowd before rushing backstage to your dressing room. You were so not in the mood for his antics tonight, not after putting on such a good show. The rest of his brothers, you could deal with, but not him. You refuse to let him tear down the confidence in yourself that you only just built up.
You grabbed your things in your dressing room and then hurried back out to the bar, needing to get a refill on your drink before even attempting to socialize with anybody.
“Seb– another, please. Pour it heavy,” you lament, resting your elbows on the bar and putting your head in your hands. You hear him chuckle as he starts your drink and you let out a low groan.
“I take it you saw them, then?” Lucy said, leaning against the bar next to you. You nodded as your head still sat in your hands, not bothering to look up at her. “Y/N, they’re really not that bad, I don’t understand what your problem is.” Your head shot up and you glared at her frustratedly.
“Not that bad? Sam takes every opportunity he can to belittle my music and talent every time I see him,” you scoffed, taking your drink from Seb and taking a long sip. “And when he’s not berating me, he’s trying to get in my pants.” Lucy rolls her eyes, stepping behind the bar to grab some drinks and put them on her tray.
“As if I’d ever stoop that low. That man’s been in bed with every single woman in Nashville. Probably even taken women, too!” you ranted, crossing your arms and taking another sip.
“Just ignore him, babe. I know the rest of them would like to see you,” Lucy said, lifting the tray to rest on her shoulder. “These are their drinks. Just come with me.”
She walks away with the tray toward the other side of the club to find their table. You linger for a moment and then let out an annoyed groan, throwing back another sip before reluctantly following behind her.
You followed Lucy with your head down, trying not to look too eager or willing to go with her. As you approached the table, Josh was the first one to catch a glimpse of you, a toothy smile growing across his face.
“There she is, the woman of the hour,” Josh remarks, opening his arms wide to pull you in for a hug. You accept, squeezing him tightly before pulling away. You smiled shyly as the others greeted you as well, except Sam, of course. He was distracted, seemingly complimenting the top Lucy had on. Barf.
She’d already been there, done that, which isn’t exactly surprising. Your best friend always had an affinity for one-night stands, never really wanting to settle down or get too serious. You never cared at all, until she told you one morning that she went home with Sam after a show one night. She promised that she didn’t plan to do it again, claiming she used him just as much as he used her, and you left it at that.
She kept her word, never going home with him again, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with her every time he came in here. You rolled your eyes as you watched him glance down at her cleavage subtly, but not subtle enough for you not to notice. He finally notices you standing there, turning toward you with a smirk. Here we go.
“Y/N… that was quite the set,” Sam said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to their booth. Josh and Jake excuse themselves to go outside for a smoke, and Danny takes a seat back in the booth, scrolling on his phone. Alone, great.
“Thanks, I think,” you say sarcastically, taking a sip of your drink as you look up at him suspiciously. You didn’t trust that look on his face one bit, and you were determined to find out what he was up to.
“Oh, that wasn’t a compliment,” he said smugly. “If you’re gonna arrange music, at least write a song where the chord progressions actually make sense together.” He raises his beer bottle to his lips and tips his head back to take a sip. You scoff at him, trying to take a deep breath before you blow this entire thing out of proportion.
“Samuel, you wouldn’t know a good arrangement even if it hit you in your smug face,” you bit out, still doing your best to hold yourself back. You swing back the rest of your drink, letting the cold ice hit your lips before slamming it down on the table next to you. “It was a B flat and E flat blues. Who crowned you the king of jazz composition?”
His smirk grew wider across his face as his back left the wall and he began to tower over you. You sucked in a deep breath, wondering if you should've just kept your mouth shut, but frankly you didn’t care. His long hair frames his face as he looks down on you, his eyes dark and cold.
“I did,” he answered, his face growing uncomfortably close to yours. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.” His tongue skims his bottom lip as his eyes bore into yours. No. No. He is not gonna win this round.
“Is that why you enjoy bothering me so much?” you asked, keeping your eyes locked on his, insistent on not backing down. His lips turn upward into a smug smile as he leans back away from you, placing his back on the wall once more.
“Maybe. Or maybe I just think it’s fun,” he answers, smirking down at you.
“You’re such a fucking freak,” you scoff, crossing your arms. You notice a change in his eyes at your words, and you start to wonder if you took it too far.
“You’ve got no idea, sweetheart,” Sam says, stepping forward again to stand over you.
“Gross,” you mutter under your breath, looking up at him, trying to keep a straight face.
“Now, I don’t think you mean that,” Sam whispered, leaning down further to speak into your ear. “I think you like it, actually.”
“You wish,” you state, still maintaining eye contact. His mouth twitches and turns up into a smirk as one of his arms snakes around your waist.
“All that blushing you’re doing says otherwise, doll. Even in this dark club, you can’t hide it,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. Fuck.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. You watch silently as Sam puts his beer bottle down on the table and then reaches into the front pocket of his shirt, pulling out a lighter and a blunt. “C’mon Daniel, let’s go outside.”
Sam shoots you a wink before nodding his head in Danny’s direction and the two of them walk toward the front entrance. They pass the twins on their way out, who both turn to look at you with puzzled expressions as they sit down at the booth. You sit down next to Josh as you try to adjust the annoyed look that is so clearly plastered across your face.
“What the hell was that all about?” Jake asked, raising his eyebrow at you and taking a sip from his glass of whiskey sitting on the table. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, not even having an answer to give.
“The usual, of course. Can’t seem to leave me alone,” you muttered. The two of them let out a breathy laugh as Josh reaches over to put his arm around you.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him, darling,” he offers, smoothing his fingers along your shoulder. “It’s all just show.”
“For it just being show, it sure does feel pretty insulting,” you say, fiddling with your fingers atop the table.
“You’ll adjust eventually,” Jake says. “We like havin’ you around, so don’t run off just yet.” A smile grows across your face at Jake’s subtle attempt at an olive branch.
“I’ll tough it out, I promise,” you answer. You suppose you can adjust to Sam’s antics to spend time with them. You could use all the friends in the industry as you could get.
“How long have you been playing piano?” Josh asks, taking a sip of his tequila soda.
“Oh, I started lessons when I was 6,” you answered with a smile.
“That’s sick, I started pretty young too,” Jake replies, resting his arms on the table. Bonding with successful musicians has been your dream and the fact that you’re getting along so well made you really happy.
“Yeah, so I’ve heard! Believe it or not, I am actually a bit of a fan of your band. Casually, of course,” you smile, trying to be chill about it. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you are just a casual fan, but you’ve definitely watched an interview or two as well, leading to you knowing more about them than you intended to.
“Oh, yeah? Which one of us is your favorite, huh?” Josh asks smugly, raising an eyebrow at you hopefully. God, the amount of testosterone in this room could be cut with a knife.
“Hmmm… Danny,” you jest, elbowing Josh softly. The three of you break out into laughter before you check your phone to see the time. 12:32 am. Yikes, it’s late.
“Well, I gotta head out, unfortunately,” you say, standing up from the booth. Before you had the chance to walk off, Josh stopped you.
“Hey, uh, we’re gonna be in the studio on Monday for a few hours to work on some new music… would you wanna stop by?” Josh asked, looking up at you hopefully. “It could be a cool way for you to get exposed to how the recording process works.”
“Oh, wow, that would be incredible!” you smiled. “That’s such a kind offer, thank you so much! I’ll definitely be there.”
“Perfect! I’ll text you the details,” he says with a smile, and you wave goodbye to them both and walk over to the bar to find Lucy.
“Ready to head out?” you ask, leaning over the bar toward her.
“Sure, let’s go!” she answers, turning around to grab her jacket and bag.
“God, I have so much to fill you in on…” you say as you walk out the door toward your apartment. You told her all about your brief run-in with Sam, and then Josh’s invitation to the studio as you walk down the street. She quite literally squeals when she hears the news.
“OH MY GOD, Y/N this could be it! This could be your big break!” she exclaimed as you turned the corner to the path to your building. “If you get in with their producers, this could really get you started! You have to make a good impression.”
“Don’t you think I know that? I’m freaking out! I really can’t screw this up,” you said as you turn the key in the door.
“You could never screw it up, babe. They’re gonna love you, I promise,” Lucy reassured you, hugging you tightly before branching off to her own bedroom.
All you had to do was get through the weekend, and then the day of your dreams will be all yours. Fuck, you don’t have anything prepared! As you shut the door to your bedroom, you rushed to sit down at your keyboard, turning it on. You pulled out your phone and opened the voice memos app, pressing start and then setting it down. You have to get a good demo down if you want to impress the producers at the studio and book a session there.
You spent all of Saturday and Sunday recording a few of your originals on your phone, taking dozens of takes to make sure each of them was perfect. This is it, it’s your moment.
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Your alarm goes off at 8 am, giving you two hours until you’re meant to meet Greta Van Fleet at the studio. Josh texted you yesterday with the time and address, emphasizing that you shouldn’t overthink it. He knew that you’d be freaking out, and he was right.
You’re hoping that a cool shower will wake you up and help you shake the nerves off. You get up out of bed, rub your eyes, and then grab your towel and walk out of your bedroom to the bathroom.
As the cold water hits your back, you start to think over the day that you have ahead of you. If everything goes the way you planned, then you might leave today with a record deal, or plans to meet up to make a deal. You appreciated Josh’s help so greatly, you really weren’t expecting it. He’s always been so kind to you, more so than the rest, but you figured that it was just the way he was. Now, it feels like he really has your back.
All you had to do was make it through today without any incidents with Sam. You hope that the other guys have already briefed him and told him to be on his best behavior, but you doubt that he’ll abide by that. You can hold your own, though, and you doubt that he’d pull something too obscene while working.
After drying off and getting ready to go, you find that you still have about 20 minutes until you need to leave. To pass the time, you sat down in your bed and opened up Instagram to scroll mindlessly for a little while until you had to drive downtown.
As you scroll down, your eye is caught by a post by The Nashville Fiddle, which is a local magazine. The Fiddle posts mostly about drama and celebrities, and you usually ignore everything they post, since you try not to give gossip the time of day. But this time, your eyes were stuck on their post, with a video of Sam Kiszka, belligerent and wasted outside of a club downtown Saturday night.
In the video, you can see Sam flirting with a girl outside of the club when a big, burly man comes up to him angrily. Clearly, this girl was taken, and her boyfriend was not happy. You can see Sam hollering back at him, getting in his face as he slurs his words before the man takes a large swing at him. Then, you see Danny show up behind him and pull him back, dragging him down the street, far away from the scene.
How could he be so stupid? Flirting with girls with boyfriends is bad enough, but it’s even worse to get into an argument and get caught on camera. He should know that he’s a public figure and that people can spread this kind of stuff around. What was he thinking?
You check the time and see that it’s about time to go, so you grab your tote, pick up your keys, and then head out the door. As you drive downtown, you take a few deep breaths. It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself. Everything will be fine.
Soon enough, you pull into a parking spot in front of the studio and put your car in park. 9:59 am. Just on time. You get out of the car, throw your keys into your bag, and then head toward the front door. After opening the door, you walked in and told the person at the front desk that you were meeting the band, and they directed you to the right studio.
As you enter the studio, you walk in to only find Danny sitting there. He looks up from his drum set and waves, standing up to greet you.
“Hey, Danny… where are the others?” you asked, hugging him and then taking a seat on a chair nearby. Danny lets out a long laugh, trying to compose himself before answering.
“Oh, they are never here on time. This is considered early,” he answers, smiling widely as he goes to sit back down at his set. “I wouldn’t expect any of them for at least another thirty minutes, if not longer.” You laugh along with him, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Ah, Josh should have told me! Now I feel embarrassed for being so early,” you say, looking down at your phone for the time. 10:11 am.
“Nah, he just can’t admit that he’s always chronically late. He’s in denial,” Danny jokes. “Do you want anything while we wait? There’s coffee and tea over there.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice actually,” you answered, standing up to walk over to the coffee cart. “I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a morning person.” Daniel laughs, standing up to walk over with you.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever met a jazz player that was,” he says with a smile. “I think it’s just part of your DNA.” You laugh, nodding your head in agreement.
“You might be right. It’s not our fault, we play at night!” you say, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.
“Sam’s the same way, y’know. Stays up ‘til ungodly hours of the night, and then doesn’t roll out of bed until after noon,” he notes, laughing to himself. You laugh awkwardly as you add cream to your cup, cringing at the possibility of having anything in common with Sam Kiszka.
Almost as if he read your mind, Sam walked through the door, sunglasses blocking the dark bags under his eyes. He’s clearly hungover, rubbing his temples as he waltzes over to the cart and grabs the pot of coffee, pouring it into his own cup.
“Rough weekend, Samuel?” you asked teasingly, having already read about his escapades from this weekend. You can see his eyes roll behind the tint of the sunglasses as he takes a sip of his black coffee.
“Don’t start with me today, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pouring more coffee into his cup to make up for what he already drank, and then walking over to the corner to sit down on the sofa. He puts his feet up on the cushions as he takes a sip and then lays his head back against the armrest.
“See what I mean?” Danny asks, laughing as he walks over to his set and starts playing on his own, seemingly practicing. The idea sends a shiver down your spine. Could you and Sam be more similar than you thought? No, no way, you thought to yourself.
Not long after, Josh and Jake walk through the door and things can finally start moving. Josh walks over to make a cup of tea and then takes a seat on a stool, taking a slow sip. You walk over to him, hoping that his usual cheery disposition would calm your nerves.
“Good morning, lovely,” Josh smiled, patting your shoulder softly. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” you answered nonchalantly with a shy smile.
“Good. We’re still waiting for our manager, Jodie, to arrive, so just hang tight,” he says, taking another sip of his tea.
“Hey, you know what? How about you play us something?” he asks excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Could be a good way to wake us up, huh?”
Your eyes shoot open, looking around the room at the rest of the guys. Danny is nodding excitedly and Jake walks over to his guitar stand, picking up his Gibson SG and slinging it over his head. Sam isn’t paying attention, his sunglasses have come off and his eyes are shut as he reclines on the couch.
“Well, okay… I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you answered, walking over to Sam’s keyboard next to the drumset. You turn it on and adjust the settings, giving it a funkier sound before taking a deep breath and starting to play.
You decide to play Higher Ground, by Stevie Wonder, falling into the groove of the intro of the song as your fingers move across the keys. Danny’s face lights up as he listens closely to what you’re playing, then starts playing along. Jake follows suit, adding his guitar into the mix, and playing along with you. Of course, everyone knows Stevie Wonder, but being able to play with a band was just so cool to you.
People keep on learnin’
Soldiers keep on warnin’
World keep on turnin’
‘Cause it won’t be too long
Josh sings along, his voice fitting perfectly in the range of the song. The four of you are really grooving now, and it is so fun for you. It’s been years since you’ve played with others, and you loved it.
You watch as Sam lifts his head from the couch, opening his tired eyes to look over at you all. For a moment there, you almost think that he might be smiling, but you shake it off. You’re surprised to see him rise from the couch and walk over, grabbing his Rickenbacker off the stand and putting the strap over his head. Oh, he’s gonna play along…
Sam starts plucking his bass, along with the rest of the song. You knew that they’d all played in jazz bands before, and this song was a staple, but it surprised you how easy it was to join together and play. It was almost like you belonged there.
As you start a short piano solo, their manager walks through the door and sits down on the couch. She seems to nod at you to keep going, so you finish your solo and then end the song. You’re suddenly caught by surprise as Josh starts applauding, smiling widely as he walks over to you. He stands behind you, putting his hands firmly on your shoulders, squeezing them.
“You’re an incredible talent, Y/N, truly,” Josh remarked, smiling from ear to ear as he left your side and went to sit back down. You smile shyly and get up from the bench behind the piano to go sit down on the couch with Jodie. The rest of the guys start talking cacophonously as you start your conversation privately with her.
“It’s true, you’re really good,” she says honestly, reaching out to shake yours. “I’m Jodie, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Oh, you have? Thank you so much, it’s great to meet you. I assume it was Josh who told you about me, he’s the one who invited me today,” you answer, smiling shyly at the compliment.
“I first heard about you from Sam actually… he had a lot to say about your talent on the keys,” she says, catching you completely by surprise. Sam? Is she being serious right now?
“Did he now?... Interesting,” you replied, your tone feigning confidence. “Well, I’m honored to be here today. I’ve been meaning to finally get into a studio here in Nashville.”
“Yes, I heard from Josh that you plan on recording an album of original songs,” Jodie remarks. “I’m happy to have you here! Hopefully, we can get you to work a bit! Not to mention, it’s quite nice to have a bit more of a gender balance.” You laugh together for a moment before she gets up to greet the guys, going over the agenda for the session.
They go through a few new songs, trying to get it all down perfectly. You just sit and watch, absolutely mesmerized by watching the professionals work. You even escaped to the booth for a while to see the mechanics of the equipment, talking to some of the sound techs that work there. It was a really rewarding learning experience for you.
“Okay, that’s a wrap, guys! Good work today, we’ll be back here at the same time on Friday,” Jodie says. “Sam, can you hang back for a sec?” She walks back over to sit next to you on the couch, nodding her head to motion for Sam to join you. Once she’s certain that everyone else has left the studio, she starts talking.
“So, I’ve had an idea. Just hear me out,” she started, somewhat apprehensively. “Y/N, I was thinking about how highly the guys speak about you, and how much untapped talent you have.” Okay… this is getting weird.
“And Sam, I’ve been thinking about ways to improve your public image and get you out of your rut,” she finished, trailing off as she saw Sam’s annoyed expression.
“Okay, first of all, I am not in a rut,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back on the couch.
“That’s not the point,” she snapped back. “My point is that I think I might have thought of a way to solve all of our problems.” You raise your eyebrow at her, still not really understanding what she’s getting at.
“What could possibly solve both of our problems?” you ask suspiciously.
“Like I said, just hear me out…” she says, but Sam interrupts her.
“Jodie, just spit it out already,” he groaned, growing frustrated.
“I think you guys should pretend to date!” she finally spat out, looking nervously at your reactions. Your jaw dropped as she finished her sentence, unsure that you even heard her right. Sam, however, already shot up out of his seat and stood angrily above you both.
“No, fuck no, absolutely not. This is ridiculous,” he starts ranting, but she cuts him off.
“Just listen to me, Sam. You’d improve your reputation by having a charismatic and talented girlfriend, the fans would love her! And Y/N, you’d gain followers and fans for your music career, and our label can get you started in our studio. Boom, both problems are fixed.”
“No! How could I even pretend to be interested in him? It’s impossible,” you complained.
“Woah, okay, try not to sound too disgusted,” Sam said, crossing his arms with a scoff.
“Don’t act like you didn’t react the exact same way, you asshole,” you scoff, staring daggers into him.
“Whatever, it’s not the same thing,” he spits back.
“Whatever, this isn’t productive,” you admit, crossing your arms in your seat.
“Exactly. It won’t even be that bad. Besides, you’re both benefiting here! It’s perfect,” Jodie says proudly.
“Well, I don’t know about perfect, but I guess it does kind of make sense…” you muttered, looking up at Sam nervously. He raised an eyebrow at you, walking toward you.
“You want to be my fake girlfriend, Y/N?” he teased. You roll your eyes and stand up to be more level with him, hating him towering over you.
“Shut up, Sam,” you replied, a hint of pink tinting your cheeks as your eyes locked on his.
“So? You guys are in?” Jodie asked hopefully. You and Sam exchange a look, then look back at her and nod.
“Yeah. Yeah, we’re in,” Sam answered, looking over at you with a smirk before walking toward the door. “Now, are we done here? I’ve got places to be.” You roll your eyes and reach down to grab your bag.
“We’re done here, go,” you mutter, slinging your bag over your arm. Sam walks out the door as quickly as he had came in, and you follow soon after him.
As you drive back home from the studio, you think about all of the day’s events. You almost can’t even believe that you agreed to be Sam’s girlfriend, fake or not. But you have to admit that it’s going to be great for your career, this is exactly the big break you need. You feel confident that her choice to ask you was based on your talent, so the unconventional means of gaining popularity didn’t bother you.
It kind of excited you to be included with such a famous rock band like theirs– going on tour, going to the studio, seeing the magic happen. Having to spend time with Sam was just the price you had to pay to jumpstart your music career and get into the music industry. You’re not sure what type of a commitment this arrangement is going to entail for you, but you’re honestly kind of looking forward to it. You have to admit that “Rockstar’s Girlfriend” kind of has a ring to it.
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Lay All Your Love On Me MasterList
Main: Josh Kiszka x Reader
Sub: Jake Kiszka x Reader
Summary: During your Junior year at the University of Michigan your part as Sophie in the Mamma Mia musical leads you to much more than just a role. Your infuriating love interest, Josh Kiszka, is far from being your lover. When your part is threatened to be taken away due to lack of connection, you’re forced to get closer, in more ways than one. But will that be interfered when another Kiszka steps into your life?
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Playmaker
You already know I'm thirsty for the boys playing hockey. This time, it's Sam's turn 😈
Warnings: Smut. So much Smut. (F receiving, penetration)
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I watch as number six whips by my seat towards the opponent's goal with the puck. The buzzer goes off not even thirty seconds later, followed by the announcer over the speakers and the roaring crowd.
“Defenseman Sam Kiszka with the goal!”
My heart pounds like a bass drum in my chest for my favorite player. For every home game the team has, I’m present in my season pass seats.
Tonight though, tonight is different.
As part of an agreement with a foundation the team is partnered with, the hockey players are taking some season pass holders out after the game. I’m still not over the shock of the email I got earlier this week sending me instructions for later on. The game continues well into the third period as my heart continues to race.
Sam assists with three more goals, ultimately winning the team the game for the evening and securing their place in the Stanley Cup Finals. The home crowd is unruly at this point, it's getting harder and harder to hear my own thoughts.
My body moves on autopilot as I swim through the excited fans. The closer I get to the place where I’m going to meet Sam and the other players that are coming out tonight, the faster my heart goes.
I’ve had these season tickets for two years now. I wasn’t going to get them again after me and my ex broke up, but I found that I actually enjoyed hockey. Guess I can give my ex credit for one thing, and one thing alone. Can’t give him too much credit, that big head of his will explode.
I shake it off, not needing to think about him tonight and instead refocus my thoughts on number six.
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I’m sitting in a room with a few other winners for tonight while we wait for the players to shower. The jittery nerves of all of us fill the air as we talk about our favorite players and the game tonight.
“I can’t believe our goalie got a shut-out tonight,” the girl on my left says. I’m just about to agree with her, about how the shots were whipping through air faster than I could see - but then the man on my right chimes in.
“Do you even know what a shut-out is? Or are you just repeating the announcer from tonight?” He says with a scoff.
“What the fuck is your issue, dude?” I say as I turn my whole body to him. Before I can continue a deep voice from the door cuts me off.
“What she said. Honestly, I have no patience for this shit tonight. You can leave.”
All three of us turn to face Sam standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He looks smaller without his padding on, but he’s still extremely intimidating with his presence.
“I..I, come on man, it was a joke.” The man’s frantic eyes pan over to me and the girl he just insulted moments ago. Desperation rolls off of him in waves. “Right?”
“Didn’t sound like a joke to me, now leave.” Danny, the goalie, appears behind Sam.
Two of them in the doorway is definitely enough for the man to listen and scurry out of the room. He keeps his head down as he sheepishly walks between the two players out of the room. Now all that’s left is me, and the mystery girl to my right. I try not to focus on that too hard.
“Now that that's over with,” Danny continues, “let us introduce ourselves. I’m Danny, and my buddy here is Sam.” He hooks a quick arm around Sam’s shoulders and pulls him in close, Sam doesn’t look very amused.
“My name is Faye.”
“And I’m Y/N.”
A wicked grin appears on Danny’s face. “Faye, Y/N.. Are you ready to party like we just got our slot in the finals?”
Both of us jump to our feet to follow them out to the car that’s waiting for us. Danny motions to have us go out the door first, and as I pass the threshold I feel a large hand on the small of my back. I look up to see Sam next to me, guiding me through the hallway.
“It’s about to get hectic for a moment, just stick with me.” He says. His voice is low, his breath tickles my ear.
I glance behind us and see Danny intertwined with a giddy Faye. Her arm is firmly planted on his bicep while his other hand comes up to cover hers. Faye’s bubbly personality is infectious, as I find myself leaning into Sam’s touch.
He was right, it is pandemonium when we step out into the garage to get into our waiting SUV. The yells of reporters become blurred as we basically run to the open door of the car.
“Sam! How does it feel to have so many assists?! And even a goal!”
“Another shut-out Danny?! How do you keep doing that?!”
“The Stanley Cup Finals!!”
The door to the SUV finally shuts and the reporters are nothing but a muffled noise. Looking around inside, the vehicle we’re in is overly spacious. Sam and I have a complete row to ourselves while in front of us sit Faye and Danny in a row of their own.
The way Sam settles into his seat with comfortable confidence is hard not to watch. He immediately looks at home in the back seat and stretches his legs out in front of him. His knee softly hits mine and I can’t tear my eyes away from the unintended contact. Quickly, I look up to Faye, as if she can feel the sudden rush of heat to my lower belly. She’s leaning in and laughing with Danny, so definitely not. My eyes go back to our knees.
Sam’s not saying much of anything, just sitting with his arms crossed behind his head, eyes closed. Blissfully unaware of how I’m reacting to this situation, which is not graceful whatsoever. I tell myself no, no, no as I let my eyes slowly graze over his body. It isn’t until my eyes reach his playful smirk that I notice his eyes flutter open.
“Enjoying what you see?” Sam mutters quietly so only I can hear, but that doesn’t stop the heat from racing to my cheeks. “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. I like what I see.” Sam’s eyes rake down my body and I almost feel naked from it. “I’ll make sure you’re warm enough tonight,” he says gesturing to my outfit. “Although if you could stand the rink wearing that, you should be fine in the December weather.”
He’s kind of right, I have been on the verge of freezing all night. But how do you come dressed for a night out when you have to attend a hockey game first? My thigh high boots leave a couple inches before my sweater dress covers the rest. Usually, I’d wear Sam’s jersey and some leggings to the game, but my friend warned me about looking like a “puck bunny” and now.. here we are.
Before I can respond the SUV comes to a stop and Danny turns to face us. “Ready to go have some fun?” He’s quick to jump out of his door once it opens, holding out his hand for Faye.
Sam leans over me and it feels like my heart stops for a second. His fingers make quick work of the latch, releasing the seat in front of me so I can get out. “After you,” he says. I start to climb out of the car, hoping that I do and don’t give Sam a little show with my short dress. I swear I can feel his eyes boring into me, and it only makes me clumsier. After a painful minute, I’m finally out of the puzzle that is the back seat, and I turn around just in time to watch Sam exit gracefully as hell. Perrrfect.
We follow Danny and Faye to a roped off area labeled VIP and my throat gets a little tighter. Once we step inside Danny turns to all of us.
“Sam and I are going to get our first round, we’ll be right back.” Both Faye and I are nodding in response as they’re already halfway out of the VIP section and on their way to the bar.
When they leave us, Faye’s standing in front of me with her arm reaching out. I’m thrilled to have the invitation, grabbing her hand eagerly. “I can’t believe we’re fucking out here with them,” she says to me.
“It feels like a dream, this can’t be real.” Without warning, Faye pinches my butt. I let out a little yelp. She laughs.
“Definitely real.” We both turn and watch them talk to the bartender with ease. “What do you think they’re going to bring back?”
“Something dangerous, that’s for sure.”
Faye was right. We watch the boys swim through the busy club back to us. A soft, light drink in one hand, and a dark, small pour in the other. I can’t tear my eyes away from Sam as he seems to effortlessly glide across the room. His eyes meet mine and the same playful smirk he gave me earlier slides onto his face again and I can feel my cheeks getting twenty degrees hotter. Before I can fully register it, Sam is standing in front of me, the soft drink I hoped was for me is outstretched my way.
“Thank you,” I say as I take the drink out of his hands. I take a small sip and am happy when I’m greeted with a fruity drink. “This is exactly what I would’ve ordered.” I can’t help but laugh. I look over to Faye and Danny but there nowhere to be found in our small area. As I’m glancing around Sam comes up to my ear, he’s so close I can feel his breath on my neck.
“Want to dance?”
I don’t want to say anything with the fear I’ll sound incoherent, so I just nod. He laughs, throws back the rest of the dark liquor in his glass, then outstretches his hand to me. I stumble for a moment, unsure if he wants me to grab his hand. It’s when his playful smirk appears once again that I let myself put my hand in his. It seems to be so easy for him as he pulls us through the crowded dance floor, meanwhile I’m reminding myself to breathe.
I’m not paying attention when Sam finally stops, and I bump into his back. He turns to me laughing, of course, and reaches out to grab my elbow.
“You ok?”
Again, I just nod. Why has Sam made me unable to form words? Another laugh escapes his lips as he turns me around then plants himself firmly against my back, one hand on my hip. I freeze. I wasn’t expecting to be this close with Sam at all, and now I’m in his arms? He starts to sway to the music as I look around and finally spot Faye. She’s wrapped up extremely close with Danny as they dance, it almost feels like a private moment I shouldn’t be watching.
Sam’s breath is hot against my ear once more and I swear I feel the heat drop straight down to my core. “There’s something about you,” his lips graze my ear. “I’m intrigued, I need more.” His hand starts softly sliding up my side as if he’s testing the waters. I take a hefty sip of my drink as I back into him, just a little bit. The growl against my ear has me squeezing my thighs together.
His hand reaches the bottom of my breast and for a moment, I forget we’re in public. I want him to go further, I want him to touch me more. I feel his index finger glide along the bottom of my breast causing me to back into him again and I’m shocked when I feel something stiff greet me. I let my head loll on his shoulder as we sway. His hand starts going back south, passing my hip and playing with the hemline of my short dress. Suddenly, this dress was a fantastic idea. I’m glad I suffered in the arena for this.
His fingers find my bare thigh and grip tightly and I swear I could dry hump this man in the middle of the club without a single fuck to give. Sam’s hand moves back up to my hip and starts to turn me around so we’re face to face again. He slides one leg in between mine and gets even closer to me. His hand finds his way to my ass and I revel in the touch.
Sam’s head drops to my neck where he leaves feather light kisses in his wake. I’m melting in his touch and he knows it. I can’t help myself as I ask, “is this what you normally do with the winners?”
He pulls back and grabs my chin with his free hand. “Absolutely not. Like I said, Y/N, there’s something about you. I need more.” His eyes bore into mine and it feels too intimate, I try and look away. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Why would I? I don’t know you.”
“That’s true, baby.” Our faces are millimeters apart now. “But if I want to make you see stars for a night, isn’t that okay?”
My resolve fully leaves as our lips touch. The smoky liquor tastes is still heavy on Sam’s tongue and it tastes fucking divine. His hand moves to the side of my neck as we devour each other on the dance floor. He pulls away too soon for my liking, peppering my lips with light kisses.
“Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” Sam asks while he grabs my ass tight. A little moan escapes my lips and my eyes go wide. The club comes back into my peripheral and I remember that we’re not alone. All Sam does is laugh and come back in for another kiss. He rests his head on mine as we not-so-subtly grind together on the packed floor. Sam’s hand leaves my neck and goes back to exploring the curves of my body while the other stays firmly planted on my ass, keeping us swaying to the beat. Sam spots the forgotten drink in my hand and nods to it.
“I thought this was what you would’ve ordered yourself. Do you not like it?”
“I like it, just a tad distracted.” His eyes dance all over my face, lighting up in amusement.
“What’s distracting you, baby?” He says as he laughs.
“You should know.” I bring the straw to my lips slowly, making a show of the whole thing. I hollow my cheeks as I suck, watching Sam swallow as he watches me. I take three gulps before his hand is on mine lowering the drink away from my lips.
Sam’s quick to replace the straw with his own lips, the hand on my ass tightening in response. His tongue brushes against my lips asking for an invite I’m all too willing to give. My hand snakes up to his neck, his long hair tickling my knuckles as I make my way up to his jaw. I know his jaw is sharp, but feeling it with my hands is a totally different level. I separate my lips from his and I swear I hear a whine pass his lips. I attach my lips to his jaw, giving him the same feather light kisses he was giving me earlier. When I reach his ear and graze my teeth against his earlobe, he gives me a small growl. I’m living for it.
I start to become braver as I skate my hand down his neck onto his chest. I’m greeted by a hard, chiseled surface underneath the dress shirt he has on. I keep moving my hand down until I find the spot where I can dip under his shirt. His hip feels like it’s on fire with how warm it is in my grasp. Another growl escapes Sam as he grips my chin in his hand, forcing us to make eye contact.
“If you want to keep going,” he places a quick kiss on my lips. “Let’s get a room.” Another kiss. “Too many eyes here for what I want to do with you.”
I stutter for a moment, not thinking we would’ve gotten this far. Looking into his dark brown eyes, he looks so serious. For a moment I swear I see a flash of fear that I’m going to turn him down.
“Absolutely.” I respond with a soft kiss. Relief floods Sam’s eyes as that playful smirk I’ve come to adore tonight shows itself again. I couldn’t say no, I want this too. He takes the empty glass from my hands and replaces it with his free one. Guiding us once again effortlessly through the crowd. He brings us back to the bar top and discards my glass, but then waves the bartender down and orders two shots.
Sam’s arm slips around my waist, bringing me close to him. I take the opportunity to place my hand back on his chest while we wait. The bartender comes back and places two, thankfully clear, shots in front of us.
“To tonight,” Sam says while handing me my glass.
“To tonight.” I reply as we clink our small glasses together and simultaneously throw them back.
We discard our glasses and his arm stays wrapped around me as we leave the club. I didn’t realize when we first got here with how we ran inside, but the club is part of a casino. There are hotel rooms for people who visit and play too late. Then there’s rooms for people like Sam and I. He guides us to the hotel front desk before stopping in front of the little waiting area all lobbies seem to have.
“Wait here, I’ll get us our room.” He plants a kiss on my forehead and turns to the desk. I watch as he talks with the person working, standing so confidently as he gets us a room for the night. I let my eyes slowly work down his body, I can’t hear what they’re saying anyways. His long dark hair just passes his shoulders, down to his defined back and shapely ass. I’m still staring as he turns around and smiles at me.
“Ready?” Sam says with a laugh.
I bring a hand up to my mouth, almost sure I was drooling over him. I wasn’t, thankfully. I nod and stand, making my way over to him. He takes my hand once I reach him and gives me a quick kiss before guiding us over to the elevators. We’re quiet as we listen to the ‘ding’ of the elevator making its way down to us. The nervous, excited energy between us is electrifying. When the final, sweet ‘ding’ we’ve been waiting for Sam ushers me in as soon as the doors open. He’s almost feral as he fumbles for the close door button and smashes the floor number we’re going to. We both stand on the edges of the elevator as we watch the silver doors close.
As soon as they do, Sam’s hand is around my wrist dragging me towards him. I give a small yelp to the unexpected but welcomed motion. Our hands are all over each other as our lips fuse together. His teeth grab onto my bottom lip, dragging slowly across them. I can’t help but moan at the feeling. It feels too quick when we hear the ‘ding’ signifying we’ve hit our floor. His hand is around my wrist quicker than I can register his lips are off mine. He’s basically dragging me down the hall with how dazed I am from our elevator makeout that I run into his back when he stops at our door. His back shakes while he laughs and digs out our key card from his pocket.
“Ready?” Sam says while looking back at me.
“Ready.”
Sam opens the door fully and lets us inside, and I’m unsure what I was expecting with a pro athlete but it wasn’t this. We walk into a living room style area with two doors leading into other places. One door is open, and I can see a bed just inside. The other door I assume is the bathroom. Sam’s at my back now as I take in the room, running his hands up and down my sides while he presses kisses into my neck.
“Wow,” I finally say after much too long.
Sam’s quicker with his response.“Only the best for my girl.”
My mind catches on to that. His girl. The heat between my thighs intensifies as I turn around to look him in the eye. “I knew I was right about you.” Is all he says before he hoists me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his thighs and he kisses me hard like he needs this. It doesn’t take long before I feel Sam fall back onto a plush surface. It takes me a moment to realize he’s made his way to the bed already, and we’re sitting on the edge of it. He takes the opportunity to push my short dress up, and I thank the heavens above I decided to wear dark green lace panties. I swear I see Sam’s pupils dilate as he stares, bringing his finger to outline my folds.
My breathing has become staggered, we’re both focused on his hands. He keeps one in front slowly tracing me, while the other grabs onto my bare ass. My head lolls back for a moment, the feeling of his hot hands are overwhelming. I gasp and snap my head back down to where his fingers land. He’s found my clit and he’s not shy about it, his fingers worship me as they slowly touch me. I can feel myself unwinding, and I want some sort of friction. It feels like Sam can read my mind now as the hand on my ass pushes me up towards his hard bulge. Once I make contact I swear we both stop breathing.
We both watch silently as I fumble with his button. When I finally get it done I waste no time with his zipper and raising on my knees momentarily so he can pull them down. I love that he leaves his boxers on for me to peel off of him. I sit back on him with just our underwear separating us and we both gasp. My hot center meeting his hard cock is almost too much. Both of his hands move to my ass as he makes me grind him, earning a moan from me. Sam’s hands move to the bottom of my dress, lifting it over my head and off of me.
He holds me by the waist and leans back to look at me. “Fuck,” is all that passes his lips before he’s flipping us over and has me laid out on the bed. I look up at him through surely hooded, desperate eyes.
“I want you.”
“Baby, I want you too, but I need to taste you first. Fuck, you look-” Sam looks up at me with eyes that are so dark I don’t see color anymore. His hands wrap around my panties as he looks up at me with a silent question. I nod, letting him know this is okay and he quickly pulls them down and throws them on the floor.
Sam looks at me one more time with those dark eyes before lowering himself to my center. He takes his time, leaving small kisses on my thighs that have me raising my hips up, leading him to what I want.
“Needy girl,” he chastises and I swear to God I melt into the bed. He presses a singular kiss on my clit before licking against my pussy. My eyes roll back into my head as he eagerly laps at me and I weave my fingers into his hair. With it being long, I have more to grab and I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy it. I’m close, and Sam knows it as he pays special attention to my clit. He inserts a finger inside of me, expertly hitting that spot I can only hit with my vibrator at home.
“Sam, fuck yes.” I cry. He moans against me and that’s all I need to be pushed over the edge. My thighs tighten around his head as I ride his face through my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until I’m squirming away from him trying to push his head away.
“Oh, I’m not done with you. You taste fucking delicious. You can give me one more before I go inside of you, can’t you?” He attaches his mouth back onto my pussy and I’m rendered useless. I grab back onto his hair as he licks and fingers me, making me incoherently babble. My second orgasm comes out of nowhere and hits me like a freight train. I’m squeezing Sam’s head so hard with my thighs I’m afraid I’m going to kill him. I’ve never come twice from someone going down on me, and now Sam’s got me second guessing everything.
Once I finally come down he presses soft kisses to the insides of my thighs and my hips, slowly making his way up my body. It’s then I notice his cock straining against his boxers. Sam follows my eyeline down and that playful smirk appears once more. In a flash he flips us so that he’s laying down and I’m on top. My sensitive center rests on him once we flip and I become ravenous.
“Think you can help, baby?” I look up to Sam’s eyes which are hooded and still dark. Being this close I can see that his pupils are blown out, I press a soft kiss on his lips where I can taste me, and I’m a little surprised to find I like it. I like that this man tastes like me. At some point during our interaction he unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off, showing me his whole body. I kiss my way down until I hit his boxers, then I grab them on both sides so I can bring them down as I go.
As soon as I get it over his cock it springs free, and is very hard. I waste no time bringing my lips to the head and wrapping them around it. I’m rewarded with a deep, husky moan. I take my time playing with the head of his cock with my tongue. I feel his hips buck and I swear I hear a ‘please’. Without warning, I take him to the hilt, slightly choking on him. His hand flies to the back of my head with a ‘fuck’ and he lets me bob my head a couple of times before he’s pulling me off.
“I need to be inside you, please baby.” He flips us back over and grabs a condom resting on the nightstand. Once he is sheathed, he places the head teasingly at my entrance. I watch as he drags it up and down, playing with my clit too.
“Sam, please.” I sound desperate and I don’t care because before I can even finish my plea he’s slowly pushing inside of me. We both loudly moan as he pushes deeper and deeper until he’s sitting at the hilt. He leans down and kisses me. I bite his lip and he groans while trying to push even deeper into me.
Without warning, he pulls out quickly then pushes back in, making my eyes roll into the back of my head as I loudly moan. He keeps his slow rhythm while keeping his lips on me. My hand instantly grips his arm as he attaches his mouth to one of my hard nipples. He bites, just enough for a small bit of pain before he lets go and gives the same attention to my other one.
I’m completely lost in Sam and I don’t mind one bit. I run my hands up and down his bicep, feeling the ridges in his muscles. His lips are the most distracting, anywhere they go they have my utmost attention that I actually whine when he pulls them away completely. He leans down so they graze my ear.
“I want you on top, is that okay baby?”
“Yes, please yes.”
Snaking his arm around my waist, he swiftly flips us over. Helpingme so I’m sitting upright on him. I place my hands on his hard stomach as I slowly move up and down with every intention of driving him absolutely crazy. Sam reaches out and pinches my nipple which has me moaning and moving my hips quicker in response.
“Not fair,” I whine, “I was trying to do something.”
“I could see it in your eyes, baby. You’re not very good at being sly.” He lifts his hips up to meet mine with every thrust. I can’t help but pick up the pace, he feels and looks so good under me. Sam looks up at me and it makes me feel so fucking powerful.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Sam says as I watch him bring his finger to my exposed clit and starts to rub it as I bounce on him. The new added pressure is a very welcome feeling, but I’m even closer to the edge now.
“Sam, please, I’m so close.” I don’t know what I’m even pleading for anymore, just that I want him.
“Come for me, baby.” That was all I needed to be pushed over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. “Baby, I’m right behind you,” is all he says before I feel him tense up underneath me, coming just as hard. I collapse on top of him, our heavy breathing in tandem as we stare at each other.
His eyes are flooded with color now, I almost feel foolish not seeing it before. The dark brown is littered with golden flecks, making his eyes look like they shine in this post-coital light. He reaches up a hand and brushes my hair away from my face and neck, then leaves it there to linger on my cheek. We stay like this for a couple moments in silent bliss before he slowly starts to pull out.
“I’ll be right back,” Sam says as he makes his way to the en suite. I lay on the bed surrounded by the scent of Sam, of us, as I hear water start to run in the other room. It goes on for a little bit, and even though I know I should clean up, the soft sound has my eyes fluttering shut. “Y/N, baby.” Sam laughs as my eyes shoot open. He now has his boxers back on and his hair is up in a messy bun. “Come here, I’ll carry you.”
I ask no questions as I shimmy to the edge of the bed where Sam scoops me up bridal style and walks me into the en suite. It’s steamy and warm once we enter, and I realize the noise I was hearing was him running a bath. He sets me down on the counter and hands me a warm washcloth. His eyes never leave my face as I clean up and discard the washcloth, then he lifts me once more and places me in the tub. The warm water is a welcome hug but it feels like something is missing.
“Sam, join me?” I reach out my hand to him and watch as his eyes light up.
“Scoot forward.” I move to scrunch in the tub, my arms wrapped around my knees as Sam settles in behind me. Once he’s seated, his hands land on my shoulders and pull me into him. This is now perfect. The warm water, the hot man running his hands along my arms in a comforting embrace. He buries his nose in my hair as I try to burrow even closer to him.
“Tonight was nice.” Sam says softly.
“It was very nice, I didn’t expect this.”
“I didn’t either, but I’m glad you took the chance. Stay the night with me.”
With my eyelids already heavy, it was an easy choice. “Okay.”
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This is a blurb that pertains to the aquarium date with Sammy's moodboard I just made
"Sammy, look! It's a zebra shark!" you gasp, pointing at the shark through the aquarium glass.
"What do you know about zebra sharks, Bug? Lay it on me." Sammy says, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin against your shoulder.
"Welllll, first off, they're my favorite shark because it looks like they're smiling! Do you see?? See how its nostrils on its snout and its mouth make it look like it's smiling?! Isn't it cute!" you gush, gesturing at the shark swimming by.
"Mmhmm." Sammy mumbles.
"So, you can identify a Zebra shark by its gray-tan body, as well as their easily spottable, spots, pun very much intended,"
Sam chuckles as you continue.
"However, when they're young, they get mistaken as Leopard sharks because they're born dark and have white stripes across their bodies, hint the Zebra shark, and as they mature they lighten and get their spots."
"Interesting." Sammy smiles against your skin.
"Yeah. Oh! Did you know the longest-ever recorded Zebra shark was 11 feet long! Which is 3 feet longer than normal."
"I didn't, but that's super cool, Bug,"
"Thanks for enlightening me." Sammy says, giving you a squeeze around your middle.
"Thanks for listening to me." you smile, leaning into his embrace.
"Can we go see the jellyfish and sea horses now?" Sammy asks.
"Yes!" you agree, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the tanks.
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Something More- Chapter 1
series
18+
Word Count: 3.4k
Chapter Summary: After moving to Nashville and rekindling your friendship with your hometown friends, the weight of your old high school crush comes back with force. Tired of seeing him with a new girl every night, you decide it’s time for things to change.
Pairings: SammyxReader
Dannyxreader
Tropes: friends to enemies?
enemies to lovers
friends to lovers
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Mentions and allusions to sexual activity
Part 2
Part 3
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“He just gets this way when he’s drunk,” Danny leaned closer to you, his upper body hovering over the bar counter to look at you. You sat next to him stiffly, your eyes staring straight ahead as to avoid the situation unfolding to your left.
You only nodded your head and sipped your drink, trying your hardest not to look too pathetic next to his best friend.
“How often is he drunk then?”
You scoffed, downing your drink and rustling through your purse for your card.
“I’m closing my tab, you want anything before I go?”
Danny only pressed his lips into a disappointed frown, peering over your shoulder as Sam leaned even closer to the tall blonde he had been following around all night across the bar, his hand finding a home on her waist. He sighed, wishing he could somehow telepathically slap him upside the head and looked back at you.
“You’re not going home, you’re going to stay and get drunk with me-” Danny took the bit of plastic out of your hand, returning it to your purse, “-and then you’re gonna take off your coat, dance with Josh and I, and make Sam insanely jealous.”
“Danny, really I just want to go home.”
Danny lowered his eyebrows giving you a stern look.
“And let him ruin your night, nope, not on my watch, you’re going to have fun tonight, I’v decided right here and now!”
You mustered up a smile, finally turning your head to look back at Danny, a playful smirk smeared on his lips.
“Yeah, I guess that sounds like a plan.”
Danny silently cheered, pumping his fists up and down in celebration before calling over the bartender and ordering you both shots.
“To the hottest girl in the bar,” Danny raised his eyebrows playfully at you, “To Danny Wagner, the hottest bitch in this bar tonight!”
The two of you chuckled and clinked your glasses together before tapping them on the bar and chucking them back, a sweet burning making its way down your throats.
You sneaked a glance behind you as Danny preoccupied himself with ordering more drinks. His hands were settled on her hips now, his face nestled into the crook of her neck as she covered her mouth to stifle laughs at whatever dirty things were coming out of Sam’s lips. You let your face drop for a moment before returning the stretched smile to your lips and facing Danny’s direction.
You weren’t quite sure when the infatuation began, maybe it had always been there. Perhaps it had been sparked the day you met the two boys in high school, squeaky voices, acne scattered faces and all. Or maybe it began more recently, Sam did look especially mouth watering wearing nothing but dress pants and a bass strapped across his chest.
You were sure everyone but Sam knew about your sad little crush, though Danny was the only one you ever confided in, mostly against your will with his constant pestering and prodding. You imagined you wouldn’t still be hanging round them if it weren’t for Danny. Despite how much you loved all the others, there was only so much of Sam disappearing for hours at a time with beautiful women you could take. If it weren’t for Danny, you were sure your breaking point would have happened long ago.
“Drink up, you still look too depressed to dance!” Danny yelled over the increasingly loud bar.
The live band that had been setting up for the past half hour had finally started to play and people were beginning to stream onto the small dance floor in front of the slightly platformed stage. You took a swig of whatever drink Danny had gotten the hankering for that night and kept going until once again your cup was empty and your head began to go light and fuzzy with the sweet effects of alcohol.
“Josh! Jake!!” Danny yelled over the bar where the twins were involved in a seemingly very heated and very drunken debate.
The two stumbled over, babbling over themselves and shushing the other to get their words out first.
“Okay- shut up Jake- okay, would you rather-”, “I don’t care, take a shot with us!” Danny yelled out, stopping Josh short of continuing whatever fight the two were previously in.
Both Jake and Josh seemingly forgot whatever it was they were arguing over at the mention of shots and lined up next to you as the bartender came over with 8 shot glasses of liquor.
“Down the hatch boys and girls!” Danny exclaimed, holding one glass in each hand.
You mimicked him, finding yourself with two shots of tequila gracing your fingertips.
“1, 2 ,3!”
In unison, the four of you threw back the first shot. Your eyes squeezed shut at the burning and bitterness before forcing the other one down, patting around the bar for the bowl of limes before bringing one up to your lips and biting into it.
“One more drink and I think it’ll be dancing time!” Danny jumped his eyebrows up and down as he moved his face closer to yours, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Are you trying to kill me, Wagner?!”
You chuckled, wiping the remnants of lime juice off your lips with the back of your hand. Danny’s eyes darted down quickly to watch as you did so, his gaze returning to your eyes as quickly as it left.
“Yes, I am,” He smirked, eyes never leaving yours as he grabbed another drink off the counter and shoved it in your hand.
“Drink quick, I want a good spot on the dance floor.”
Danny chugged his drink in one go as you managed a few large gulps to try and keep up with him. You slammed your glass on the counter only a few seconds after he did and shook off your jacket, revealing the sheer black top, black skirt and tights you had hidden under your bulky, old denim jacket.
“Sam’s a fucking idiot,” Danny chuckled as you threw the jacket onto the back of your stool and grabbed his hand.
“Josh, come dance!” Danny yelled as you pulled him towards the stage, knowing Jake would prefer sitting by the bar and maybe sauntering over later on his own accord.
As expected, Josh immediately hopped up, taking one last sip from his drink and jogging over to you and Danny who already made a place for yourselves in the middle of the dance floor. The band was on fire, playing hit after hit as the three of you drunkenly jumped together to whatever early 2000’s punk pop song they were covering.
“You wanna make him jealous?” Danny whispered into your ear, though it was more of a low yell as the song began to change and shift gears.
Your cheeks flushed with jealousy, remembering again the way Sam was leaning into her. You nodded up at him and he flashed a grin.
He grabbed your waist, pulling you in closer to him, sliding one hand farther down to rest low on your hip and the other on the small of your back. He pressed himself against you, the two of you swaying against each other to the music. You could feel yourself getting hot, though you weren’t sure if it was because of Danny or the fearsome anticipation of Sammy seeing you like this with his best friend.
You had almost forgotten that Josh was behind you until his hand snaked up your side, riding up the fabric of the mesh top as his hand settled on the skin of your waist. He pressed his chest to your back as you lolled your head back, resting it on Josh’s shoulder as you swayed against him and Danny.
Everything moved in slow motion, the live music had melted into the background as well as the rest of the bar. All that was certain were Josh and Danny’s hands pulling you back and forth between the two of them. You rested your hand on Danny’s hip, your fingers hooked around his belt loops as the other reached behind to hug at the back of Josh’s neck.
Josh was drunkenly giggling behind you, gyrating his hips in the most over the top manner to the bass of the song. You let an easy smile rest on your lips as you swayed back and forth with the two, your back pressed into Josh’s chest as your hips moved against Danny’s.
“I’m gonna get another drink!” Josh yelled to the both of you.
You nodded your head and his hands slipped off of your waist and the warmth behind you disappeared.
“You down for one more song?” Danny asked over the music and chatter.
“Show me what you got Wagner!” You yelled.
The side of his lip quirked up into a giddy smirk as he moved his hands up and down your sides, gripping your hips before turning you around, your back to his chest just the way it had been with Josh, only much much closer. He was pressed against you completely, his hips just meeting the small of your back as your ass pressed against his lap. His hands were steady on your hips, fingertips squeezing at your sides. You began moving together, his hips moving in sync with yours.
You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears as his fingers pressed deeper and deeper into your sides and your hips moved with the other. You threw your arm around his neck. His hand danced up your side and trailed up your neck, moving your hair over one shoulder and grazing his cheek up your exposed neck until his lips found themselves centimeters from your ear.
“He’s looking,” he exhaled, and for once, you didn’t remember what he was talking about.
He chuckled, realizing your confusion.
“Sam, he’s staring at you,” Danny breathed into you, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hand grazed the side of your neck.
You trailed your gaze over to the corner of the bar finding a pair of eyes glued onto you. He stood lazily holding his drink with his back leaned against the bar. His eyebrows were drawn down and his lips pressed together into that bratty frown he always wore when he didn’t get his way. You smirked, matching his stare for a moment, realizing that his tall blonde was nowhere to be seen.
The music slowed, the drummer’s symbols faded out with the song. Danny removed his grip from you as you unwrapped your arm from his neck. You turned facing him, quickly darting your gaze away from his, though you weren’t quite sure why you felt so embarrassed. You had danced with Danny plenty of times, why this time was any different you didn’t know.
His eyes fixed over your shoulder.
“I think someone’s waiting for you,” He nodded his head over towards Sam and you turned just far enough to see him out of the corner of your eye.
You looked back to Danny, a part of you wanting to just go back to the bar and chat with him and the twins. You inhaled a long breath and turned on your heel, making your way over to the other side of the bar before you could talk yourself out of it, the feeling of Danny’s hands on your hips still hot on your skin.
You shouldn’t have been so nervous. You had known Sam upwards of ten years, though after high school the time you spent with them was very few and far between. You had only started seeing them somewhat regularly again since moving to Nashville about a year ago. Still, walking up to Sam should not have warranted the nervousness settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach.
“Having fun?”
He asked quickly as you stood next to him, mirroring the way he leaned against the edge of the bar with his elbows resting on the counter behind him.
You nodded your head in response, letting a cheeky smirk crawl onto your lips.
“What’re you drinking?” He questioned, turning around to flag down a bartender.
You thought for a bit, wondering what it was you were drinking before Danny bombarded you with a string of random drinks designed only to get you as drunk as possible as quickly as possible.
“Moscow mule,” you turned and rested your forearms on the bar, leaning your head to the side to unashamedly gawk at Sam. His hair was pulled back into a bun, though various stray curls peeked their way out from the confines of his hair tie, and he was sporting a denim button down, a few ornate necklaces that he had most likely stolen from Josh and Jake resting on his exposed chest.
He looked down at you, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you continued your awestruck gaze up at him, a contented grin on your lips. The alcohol had finally started to settle into your veins, now that you weren’t dancing, and you no longer felt nervous. In fact, the more you stared at him, the more you so badly wanted him to know how attractive you found him, all the things you wanted to do to him, the things you wanted him to do to you.
“A moscow mule for the lady,” Sam handed over the drink, turning his body so he hovered over you as you rested your head in the palm of your propped up arm.
You straightened up, taking the drink from his hand.
“I’m upset I wasn’t invited to the dance floor with you guys,” Sam began, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him, though the music was so much quieter this far away from the stage, it wasn’t necessary.
Just one of his many moves, you thought, remembering the way he leaned into the girl’s neck from earlier and how she laughed at whatever he whispered to her. He had never used any of them on you, and although you could already feel a growing desire between your legs, the prospect of being just another girl he used the same recycled moves on to get into his bed sent a wave of disappointment through you.
“You seemed a little preoccupied,” you attempted an unbothered tone, though the words came out far more venomous than intended.
He was taken aback, the way his eyebrows jumped slightly and the playful smirk he was sporting fell. He recovered quickly, though, pulling his lips back into a grin as he carefully leaned away from you, shuffling his weight to his other leg.
You turned your head away, catching sight of Danny and the twins. Of course Josh and Jake were gesturing and speaking wildly as Danny just overlooked, an open-mouthed and amused grin present on his face.
The thought of his lips next to your ear and his hand on your neck came rushing back to you, a warmth bloomed on your skin. You looked away quickly as the memory began to brew in your head.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous,” Sam’s voice snapped you back to reality and you turned to meet his eye.
You furrowed your brows together and you could feel heat rushing to your cheeks.
“Good thing you don’t know any better,” you mumbled out with a weak voice as you rolled your eyes at him, cheeks red from being caught.
His confidence came creeping back as quickly as it had left and he leaned back into you, a hand snaking behind you and resting opposite your body on the counter.
You could already feel yourself melting the way that Sam could always make you melt, no matter what he did or how awful he made you feel. You hated yourself for it, the hold he had on you, but it felt so good, his eyes on you, and only you, his fingers grazing your side, his full, undivided attention on just you and no one else, even if it just was for the moment.
His arm now wrapped around your waist as his hand found rest on your hip. You sipped on your drink as Sam casually watched the band perform across the bar and tried to ignore the huge weight that was his hand lightly squeezing at your side.
The relationship the two of you had never ventured any farther than a casual drunken flirt which, given enough liquor, wasn’t unusual for Josh or even Danny. It was never anything like this.
He tilted his head back to you and you held his stare with your own. Whether or not the thought of Sam in your bed, the bar bathroom, his studio was constant in your mind, you were the prize of the night, and you had to act like it.
“I couldn’t stop staring at you,” Sam leaned in close again, his breath hitting your cheek.
You stared up at him with slight confusion, his eyes creasing as a knowing smile crept up on his lips.
“That's why she left, I couldn’t stop watching you-” his hand trailed up and down your side, “-you screw up my game y/n.”
A sore reminder, Sammy.
You thought, because at the end of the day, it was not only you he stared at, and it was not only you his fingers danced on. In fact, the reason he had never used any of his moves on you was because he had not wanted to. Not until somebody else feigned interest in you, or until he had nobody else to use them on.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Hasn’t seemed to be much of an issue in the past, Sammy.”
You retorted, knowing how much he hated it when you called him that.
As expected, his arrogance fell, his jaw tensed and he inhaled a sharp breath. His hand fell from your side, resting limply on the bar behind you.
Why did you even like him?
He was arrogant, selfish, seeping with conceit. You felt a burning in your chest, you felt so stupid, as if you were finally seeing him for who he was.
Your heart sank almost immediately, though, and your expression softened from its previous seething glare. You remembered the way he was, how he really was. The Sammy from high school. The Sammy that always yelled your name from across the hall with no regard for anyone else, huddling you and your embarrassment with a lanky arm around your shoulder. The Sammy that tried his hardest to visit you at college when a gig or tour brought them to your area, the first couple of years anyway.
The Sammy right here and the Sammy from the last year was a different person. You weren’t sure if he had changed truly, or if things had just become too different, too distant. Your phone calls and texts dwindled to close to nothing the following years after high school. An occasional ‘how have you been’ and annual happy birthdays and merry christmases were the extent of your relationship until you moved to Nashville.
That Sammy made you weak at the knees, that Sammy could do anything to you and you would always come crawling back for more.
“I’m gonna head home I think,” his voice finally sounded out.
You only nodded your head as you stared down at our drink, disappointment settling in your chest despite the resentment minutes before.
“You wouldn’t want to come with, would you?”
Your head shot up, he was staring down at you, acute anticipation smeared across his features.
Hook, line and sinker.
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, you nodded your head as you felt a slight warmth settle in the apples of your cheeks. You wouldn’t allow yourself to think about the foreseeable regret right then, not when his hand fell and rested on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd and helping you with your jacket and scarf. Not when his fingers found their place on your thigh during the car ride back, and definitely not when he closed the door to his apartment and cradled your jaw in his palm, lips melting into yours, careful and testing.
It was so hard to fathom the taste of disappointment and regret when he tasted so good. When his hips felt so sweet slamming against yours.
“Does it feel good, beautiful?”
“Show me how good I make you feel.”
Not even when he laid next to you, tracing small circles on your back and trailing feather light kisses against your shoulders.
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