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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 3 months

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Handle It — D. Wagner

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; fingering, oral sex (fem receiving, male receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: Greetings and salutations! I’m trying my best to chug-a-lug through all of the Danny asks that I have neglected (but not forgotten, I SWEAR). So this one is dedicated to the lovely @yungkiszka from forever ago. 💚

Bajabule,

-Han

Background: You finally get to tag along with Danny and his band of brothers to a show, and you’re absolutely captivated by his drum solo. You soak in every detail of him from the curls in his hair to the way his hands grip the sticks, leaving you with a need that only he knows how to fulfill. 😉

After the show, as you made your way around the backstage area, you finally spotted him. You turned and slipped your arms around his back. His skin was damp with sweat. You knew that the stage lights always made him insufferably hot. You also knew that his adrenaline was always pumping hard and fast immediately after every show, and tonight, you were going to take advantage of that. You were feeling insufferably hot, yourself, but in a completely different sense than him.

You pressed your body as close to him as you could, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he rested his hands on your hips. You brushed your lips softly against the skin of his neck until you reached his ear, gently taking the lobe between your lips and pulling it ever so slightly before letting it go; just enough to feel him shiver against you. You kept your lips to his ear and spoke so softly that no one around you could stand a chance of hearing.

Danny," you started, your voice as soft as the petals from a rose, "I need you," you whispered.

You felt his heart still pounding in his chest. His head tilted back at your words, resting against the wall behind him. He took a heavy breath and pulled the key to his dressing room out of his pocket, placing it into your palm. You turned and walked to the door, sliding the key in and turning it to unlock it. He was right behind you and closed it once you were both inside. He turned the little lock on the knob before turning around to look at you.

You had already made your way over to the couch. He paused when he got closer just to allow himself a second to take in the sight of you, sprawled out all over the cushions just for him.

"Aw, honey," he breathed, "look so good for me." He came closer to you and you sat up to meet him. He settled himself on top of you and you quickly found his lips, placing your palms on either side of his face and pulling him closer to you. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside, and you relished under it. His lips were full and soft as they pushed and pulled with yours. His tongue was hot and deliciously wet, and you could still taste the beer he'd been sipping all night long.

His body was like furnace; you figured a mixture of the adrenaline and lights, as well as his blooming arousal. You pulled back from his lips to look at him, and he looked exhausted. His eyes were unusually tired. You felt a hard pang of sympathy for him, trying his best to give you the last little bit of energy that he had left in him after putting on a show for thousands of people. You suddenly felt selfish, and you backed further away from him on the couch.

His features were incredibly soft, his eyes looking at you with a mixture of longing for you and fear for something he had done to make you back away from him. He looked painfully innocent, like a child or a puppy, craving your touch and affection. When he spoke, he was very quiet.

"You alright?"

You nodded, avoiding his eyes.

"Will you look at me?"

You took a breath and turned your eyes to him, feeling the pang of sympathy in your stomach again.

His fingers reached to graze your cheek. The tips of his fingers were rough on your soft skin, making your chest swell with warmth. It was a wild concept for you that one person could make you feel so many different ways all at the same time.

"What happened?" he asked, almost whispering. The look of concern in his eyes absolutely melting you.

"I just feel bad. You're exhausted. You need to rest. And I'm asking you for a lot right now, and–"

He shook his head, and you paused, furrowing your brows with a questioning look.

"Of course I'm tired. Shows take a lot out of people. But you're not asking anything of me that I can't handle, sweetheart," he said, inching himself closer to you.

You raised your brows at him, hoping that he would continue. He was vigorously attractive when he was talking about pleasing you, no matter how worn his features were.

"Listen," he started, a smirk on his lips, "if I didn't think I could handle you, I wouldn't have given you the key to get in here," his lips suddenly not even inches from yours. "And I sure as hell," he kissed your lips quickly before pulling back far enough to speak again, "wouldn't be putting my hands," he kissed you again, lingering a little longer this time, softly biting at your bottom lip as he pulled away again, "where I'm putting them right now."

As he spoke, you felt his warm, calloused hands moving painfully slow under your shirt and along your ribs, with the full intent of making you shiver under him. You felt the familiar feeling of warmth spread in the spot between your legs as the goosebumps formed over the expanse of your skin, so intensely that they almost hurt. The entire time his hands were moving, his eyes were on yours. Watching your expression to see if he was yielding the results that he wanted.

You huffed and pulled him back to you, craving the taste of his mouth. He lifted his hands and took your shirt over your head, discarding it in the floor beside the two of you. His lips then met your neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. He affixed himself there momentarily, skillfully moving one hand down your chest while the other kept a light grip on your hair. Your chest was heaving by this point, and you found yourself unconsciously squeezing your legs together.

You ran your hands up his arms and over his shoulders, feeling the tone of his muscles as he held himself up over top of you. You then proceeded to run your hands slowly down his chest, feeling how his heartbeat thudded at your fingertips. You let your eyes wander over his chest, following the sparse trail of hair down to his stomach, where it grew thicker, leading down to the only part of him that was still clothed. When your hands caught up with your eyes, you paused for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting to see what you would do.

You flicked your gaze up from his visibly hard length to meet his eyes, and found that where his irises had earlier been soft and brown, they were now almost entirely black; only a small ring of brown to separate his pupil from his sclera. Keeping your eyes trained on him, you reached for the button of his pants and unfastened it. He sat back on his heels to give you room to work. His pants practically unzipped themselves because of what they were fighting to contain. You could see the entire outline of him now, the fabric of his boxers stretched thin around his length.

You weren't in the mood for wasting time, so you reached under his waistband and took him in your hand, slowly gliding your fist down his solid cock. His head fell back and his brows furrowed. He let out a breath that neither of you had realized he was holding. After he huffed a few breaths, you brought your fist back up, twisting your hand as you reached the tip. He twitched under your hand and you smirked. You started to lower yourself to take him in your mouth, when you felt a hand grasp both sides of your jaw from under your chin. You looked up at him with your eyes wide, shocked. He looked down at you, his eyes still lust-filled, but soft.

"Whatcha doin’?" he asked, slightly grinning.

"What does it look like?" you answered.

"Hey. Hey. Listen," he chuckled. "Remember you said that you needed me though." He paused. "You still need me, honey?"

You let your mouth fall open slightly, sucking in a breath. You nodded quickly, your shock still lingering.

"Nuh-uh. Tell me."

His hand moved from your chin to your hair while the other followed suit and his lips moved to your ear. "Tell me what you need."

Your breath was heavy as you mustered up the courage to give him what he asked.

"Need– need you to make me cum," you whimpered.

"Tell me how you want it, sweetheart."

Without a single thought or second of hesitation, you breathlessly replied, "Your hands."

You felt his breath on your neck as he chuckled. "That was fast. You had anything on your mind lately?"

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him.

He lowered his head and peppered your neck with kisses again, taking a little more time and creating a little more suction, making your breath heavier with every one. Once he reached the base of your neck, he trailed his lips over to the space between your collarbones, flattened his tongue a bit, and dragged it up the entirety of your throat, eliciting a string of moans to escape from the depths of your chest. All you wanted in that moment was him between your legs.

As if sensing your needy frustration, he cupped your heat with his hand, over top of your underwear. Your hips reflexively bucked into him, and he smirked.

His hands slid to your hips, and he hooked his index fingers into your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them in the floor with the rest of your clothes. He slid his fingers inside your folds, collecting all the warm wetness you'd been accumulating all night, taking his time to thoroughly spread it around.

The feeling of his calloused fingers against your bare heat sent you into a spiral, creating the perfect amount of friction to stir up your arousal. Your legs moved together, inadvertently attempting to get him closer to your entrance, desperate to feel him inside of you.

His middle and ring fingers traveled to either side of your clit, pointed down toward your entrance. Applying downward pressure, while bringing his fingers together, he moved the bundle of nerves in short circles, and you immediately yelped at the sensation. You'd had stimulation there more than once before, but never like this. You felt your pleasure burning in the lower part of your belly, like a dam just waiting to burst wide open. Your hand shot to his wrist and your eyes searched for his, silently pleading with him.

He was smirking again, proud of the effect that he had on you. Proud of the fact that he'd found the quickest way to reduce you to a whimpering, begging mess just for him. It was as though he had guessed the correct combination to a safe full of treasure on his first try. But he wasn't greedy. That wasn't his style.

His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look of sympathy while simultaneously and effortlessly plunging his fingers into you as far as he could reach, his fingers deliciously stretching you out. Your back arched completely off the couch, and you groaned loud enough that you were absolutely sure that anyone and everyone outside of that dressing room could hear you. Normally, you would have made a conscious effort to be quiet for fear of being embarrassed, but you'd been fantasizing about Danny’s hands bringing you to release for entirely too long tonight to care. He put his arm across your chest and gently laid you back down on the couch, and your muscles strained against him. He moved his face just inches from yours, his eyes staring into you with such intense longing that you were afraid you would cum just looking at him.

He steadily increased the rate at which his fingers pumped in and out of you, continually drawing more and more slickness from your core. After he was satisfied with how lubricated his fingers had become, he steadied his pace and curled his fingers to press against your g-spot. Between ragged gasps, you whimpered his name.

"Oh–oh fuck, Danny," you gasped, as his callouses, again, created the perfect friction inside your walls. "Oh my God."

He inched his face closer to you and met your mouth hard and hungry, taking in and swallowing all of your moans and praises. He pulled back just enough to release your lips from being entwined with his, but kept himself close enough for his lips to brush yours as he spoke.

"Cum for me, sugar. Cum for me, let me put you in my mouth, huh?"

His words were like gasoline for the fire you felt in the lowest pit of your stomach. Your hips bucked and rolled against his fingers, begging for just the smallest bit more to push you over your edge. He responded by curling his fingers even tighter and speeding up his pace. You moved your hips in sync with the thrust of his fingers and each time the two of you met, a moan escaped from your chest.

"Shit. Shitshitshit right there. Right there right there. I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming. Don't stop. Fuuuck don't stop, Danny. Please."

You felt the dam break and consequently felt the proverbial flood that followed. The fire that had started in your belly quickly worked its way through every vein in your body. You looked at him as you felt your walls contracting around his fingers and noticed that he had proactively lowered himself to be eye level with your entrance, eager to clean up the mess he'd worked so hard to make.

As you began your descent from your climax, he slowed the pace of his fingers and began to lap up your warm arousal. Your hips instinctively twinged simply from all the extra stimulation, that of which he did not heed. He proceeded to remove his fingers from you and replace them with his tongue, delving deep into your core, and making the already sloppy sounds that emerged from between your legs even more obscene. He reached for your hips and pulled you down the couch against him, angling them upward and moving your legs to rest on his bare shoulders.

You threaded your hands into his hair, gripping it firmly between your fingers, and trying impossibly hard to get his tongue deeper inside of you than it already was. You basked in the warm tingling sensation that was radiating through your body as he simultaneously elicited and consumed your pleasure.

You felt the familiar slow burn of a climax begin to build back in your stomach and you groaned, tugging on his hair.

He pulled his head back slightly to catch his breath as he spoke. "Taste so goddamn good for me, baby." His voice was raspy, his throat coated with the remnants of your orgasm, his lips practically dripping. The sound of his voice continued to build the fire in your belly, and you gently rolled your hips against him. He grinned and took you back into his mouth, making use of his fingers again as well.

Your breath heaved as he diligently worked, curling his fingers and sucking your clit at the same time, and you found yourself on the cusp of your second release of the night. You tugged at his hair, rolled your hips to him, and pulled him closer to you, desperate to feel more of him.

Suddenly, he completely removed himself from you and gently slid your legs off of his shoulders, moving himself across the couch to lay his head back against the opposite armrest.

He beckoned to you with his index finger. "Come here, sweet girl."

You crawled up his body until you straddled his hips, feeling a tinge of nervousness about your legs' ability to hold you up in any capacity in the near future. He must have seen the slight panic in your eyes because he sat up and reached for you, pulling you into a firm, but incredibly sweet kiss. The way he held you when he kissed you this time made you feel cozy and safe, as if being wrapped in a big warm blanket.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, why?"

"You looked a little scared for a second. I just wanted to check in," he winked.

"Well. You might have to hold me up. Since you can 'handle me' so well," you teased.

"Aww," he teased back, "you weak in the knees for me now? Is that what it is?"

"Something like that," you said, laughing softly.

"Well, I hate to tell you, but I think it's about to get worse."

"Oh yeah?" you said, raising your eyebrows.

"Mhm," he said, laying back. He gently nudged your hips, signaling for you to lift them.

You placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, still not trusting your legs to do their job, as you lifted your hips, taking him in your other hand. You lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank yourself down on his length.

As he entered you, you both simultaneously groaned. You felt your legs shake underneath you, and his hands instinctively moved to your hips, steadying you. The way that his hands wrapped around you made you feel small and fragile, while also increasing the warmth you felt in your core.

You eventually sank down to the hilt of his cock, and you shuddered as you bottomed out. He moaned and squeezed your hips, almost kneading them. You returned a moan in response and rolled your hips against him, testing the waters.

You raised your hips again and then dropped them back down, taking about half his length. You kept a decent pace, and watched his face twist with pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips sat slightly parted. His brown eyes drank in the sight of you while you loomed over him, watching you work. He slid his hands up your sides and cupped both of your breasts, thumbing over your hardened nipples. You felt the warmth beneath you increase yet again, just from the feeling of him holding essentially the entirety of your breasts in each of his hands.

You gradually felt your legs weakening, but you still tried to push through, for his sake. You were able to lift your hips less and less as time went on, and eventually, you struggled harder than you had so far, and you stilled, your breathing heavy, placing both of your hands on his chest.

"Fuck I can't– I–," you started.

"Shhhh, baby. You're okay," he said, soothing you. He removed himself from you and sat up, pulling you to him. You avoided his eyes, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice almost imperceptible.

"Aw honey," he said, drawing his words out, still comforting you, "you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. He gently turned your head to look at him. "Lemme help, huh?"

You nodded, feeling the slight sting of tears in your eyes. You knew they were red now; that he would be able to tell that you were fighting them back. You tried to blink them away, but despite your efforts, one escaped and snuck down your cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb and kissed your forehead.

He placed one hand behind your head and one behind your back as he moved you to rest underneath him.

"You just relax and let me make you feel good one more time, sugar."

You nodded, swimming in the intoxicating sensation that his voice and choice of words were giving you.

He reached between the two of you, taking himself in his hand and teasing your folds with his tip. You sighed, tilting your head back.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and soft. "Let me stretch you out and fill you up so fuckin good."

You mustered up what minuscule lower-body strength you had left and rested your knees on either side of his hips, allowing him just enough access to do what he needed.

He slowly pushed himself into you, taking his time to let you adjust to his girth. Once he'd gotten as far as he could, he stilled, waiting for you to signal to him that you were ready for him to move. Once you did so, he slowly pulled out and thrust himself back into you, keeping a rather languid pace to start. You felt yourself moan each time his hips met yours, and you reached out to put your hands in his curly hair. He then quickened his pace and the intensity of his thrusts, which consequently increased the frequency of the sounds that came from you. You did your best to squeeze around his cock as it plunged in and out of you, and you felt him throbbing inside you as a result.

"Ahh fuck. Feel so goddamn good," he managed, punctuating every other word with a thrust. "Gimme one more, baby."

You involuntarily squeezed around him harder than you had the entire night, and you felt his hips stutter against you, a deep groan escaping from the depths of his chest.

You felt yourself reaching your climax, and your moans turned into whimpers. He kept an impressively steady pace, his cock seamlessly gliding in and out of you, hurtling you toward your edge. Your back arched as you reached your peak, and you held onto him as though your life was hanging in the balance. His pace never faltered, and he kept your climax steady for longer than anyone had ever managed before, causing you to absolutely writhe underneath him, every inch of your body positively burning with pleasure. He moved himself down your chest while his thrusts slowed, facilitating your come-down. He used a combination of his hands, lips, and tongue to occupy your breasts as you recovered. Your chest heaved into his mouth as he continued to satisfy you.

Once you had regained control of your breathing, you focused your attention on him. You lifted his head from your chest with your fingers tangled in his hair. His jaw sat slack, and he was panting. His eyes drooped and his expression was that of exhaustion, even more than it had been earlier.

You moved your hips, and his cock slipped out of you, sliding up; its tip resting on your stomach. You took him in your hand, steadily gliding it up and down. He closed his eyes at the feeling and sighed.

"Sit up and let me take care of you. You need it," you said, shocked at the firmness in your own voice. You'd never been one to be even remotely dominant in an encounter like this, but you'd somehow found the reigns and held onto them tightly.

You gathered that he must have had the same reaction as you, because his eyes opened and looked at you, first with a small look of surprise, followed by a smug, yet satisfied grin.

He did as you asked, sitting up and moving his knees apart for you. You kept a hold on his length as you made your way into the floor in front of him. You sat on your heels and leaned over him, your mouth just inches from the tip of his cock. You gathered your spit and spat it into your palm, then proceeded to spread it around until you were satisfied. As your hand worked his length, you moved slowly at first, making a conscious effort to squeeze just a little tighter around the head of his cock as your fist moved up and down.

You watched him lay his head back against the couch cushion, his breaths heavy and his eyes shut.

"God look at you," you said, your voice low.

His head remained on the cushion, but his eyes opened and peered down at you.

"You look so fucking good. So hard for me."

He swallowed thickly, panting harder now, his eyes still glued to you. He clung to every syllable that passed your lips.

"You think I can 'handle' it?" you asked, a smirk threatening your features.

He let out an airy laugh, "God I fuckin' hope so," he said between breaths.

You grinned and tightened your grip on him just slightly, still fisting him steadily. "Tell me."

"Whaddaya wanna hear?" he asked, successfully attempting to keep an even tone of voice.

"Want you to tell me what you need."

"Mmm," he nodded, "gimme a taste of my own medicine, huh?" he laughed.

You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response. As you did so, you pulled the trick from earlier and twisted your wrist each time your hand moved upward. You felt his hips twinge as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Fuuuck, honey," he panted, "Want you to suck my cock so goddamn good. Finish me off."

You wasted no time, taking him in your mouth while continuing to work him with your hand. His hands found your hair, and he gently tugged at it periodically, making you moan while you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. He groaned and his head fell back against the couch again. You glanced up at him, watching him through your lashes. His face was flushed a deep red, and his forehead gleamed with a layer of sweat. His brows were knitted together and his eyes were closed. The rhinestones that adorned the outer parts of his eyes were still perfectly intact, along with his eyeliner, and you marveled at him.

You closed your eyes, gradually working your way down until you had taken his length to the hilt. You stilled there, holding your breath, working up the control of your reflexes enough to make yourself swallow around his cock. As soon as you did, you felt his leg and stomach muscles stiffen, and his grip on your hair tightened significantly. He let out a guttural moan, and you swallowed again. This time, his hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, pressing the tip of his cock deeper and even more firmly into the back wall of your throat, eliciting the gag reflex you'd been working hard to suppress. You lifted your head and popped off of him, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes, swallow the massive accumulation of spit from your gag reflex, and regulate your breathing at the same time.

You huffed a few breaths, keeping your eyes down, afraid to look at him. You didn't have much experience in this area, and you were afraid that your efforts would be subpar.

As if hearing your thoughts aloud, he spoke, and brought you back out of the depths of your mind.

"Hey," he said, softly.

You looked up at him, your nerves visible in your expression.

"Take your time, sweetheart," he said, as he gathered your hair up into one of his hands. His other hand wiped the tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes from earlier. "Handling me a hell of a lot better than you think you are. Keep doing what you're doing and I'm fucking done for, I promise you."

You let out a soft laugh at his comforting words, your doubt still etched into the back of your mind. His eyes were tired, but soft. Encouraging. You felt safe with him.

You started with his tip and worked your way back down to his base again, trying your absolute hardest to keep control of your reflexes. When you swallowed again, you felt his cock twitch in your throat. He grunted and tugged at your hair. You raised your head slightly and sank back down, building up a quicker pace, bobbing and swallowing at the same time.

"Mmm fuck, baby," he panted, "That's it, right there."

He gently pushed his hips further into you, testing the waters. When he saw that you were able to take it this time, he brought them to your mouth more firmly, his cock gently stretching the depths of your throat. You lifted your head and popped off of him again, this time only to catch your breath. As you lifted your head, you replaced your mouth with your hand, not wanting to break the stimulation that he was getting.

Once you caught your breath, you got right back to work. When you'd taken him entirely for a third time, he instantly began to rock his hips again. This time was faster and even more firm than before, and you found it difficult to suppress the urge to gag. You thought about the night and how exhausted he was. You thought about how you could feel with every inch of him in your mouth just how badly he needed you to make him finish. You tried with everything in you to keep going, to take every single thing that he was giving. You waited for the right moment, and began to swallow him in sync with the movement of his hips. His muscles immediately tightened and you felt his cock straining to hold out for just a moment longer, just trying to revel in the feeling of you taking him in as far as he could possibly go. His hips rolled into you desperately while the head of his cock continually rubbed against the back of your throat.

"Right. Fuckin'. There," he choked. You felt his hips stutter against your face. "C'mon, sugar. Takin' me so goddamn good."

His muscles tensed again and he pushed his hips into you while simultaneously pulling you to him. You felt him release, coating the entirety of your throat as he continued his push and pull, essentially fucking your throat while you swallowed his cum.

When he was finished, you lifted yourself from him, a trail of spit and cum still connecting the two of you. You caught your breath and sank back down to finish cleaning up the mess you'd made. Once you were satisfied, you sat back on your heels and looked at him.

His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed. His breathing was deep, slow, and even. Deciding not to disturb him, you gathered your clothes from the floor and carried them to the counter in front of the vanity mirror on the wall behind the couch. You couldn't blame him one bit for falling asleep so quickly. As you looked down to grab your bra from the counter, you felt his arms snake themselves around you as he cupped your breasts in his hands. His lips brushed your neck, just under your ear as he spoke.

"Where ya goin’?" he pressed his lips into your neck and licked the spot when he was finished. You felt intense warmth spread between your legs yet again, melting under his touch.

"I thought you were asleep," you answered.

He looked at you in the mirror, his face full of playful disbelief. "So you were just gonna leave me here?"

You laughed, struggling to find an excuse, "I–,"

He reached and turned your head to him, pulling you into a soft, warm kiss. You turned to face him, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled back and looked at you. "Well I was hoping you'd at least stick around for the night. I've got a top-floor hotel room across the street. Really good view."

You took your turn to pass off a disbelieving look. "You mean to tell me that we just did all that on the couch of your dressing room, and you had a penthouse suite across the street this entire time?"

He paused, his eyes wide. After a beat of thick silence, he said, "I– uh, I figured you'd be able ta handle it."

You laughed and pushed him playfully. He kissed you again and helped you finish getting dressed. Then he dressed himself and gathered his things, proceeding to escort you across the street to settle in for the night.

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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B-Stage – J. Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; teasing; edging (a little, I think?); oral sex (male receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI.

A/N: Remember that one time that the curtain dropped in Fort Worth (SCWT), and Josh started singing backstage bc he was late?

😏😏😏

P.S. I don’t know what it is about Josh and songs that are from iconic Patrick Swayze movies, but hear me out.

Bajabule,

-Han

Between Josh’s muffled huffs and grunts and your own heaving breaths, you heard a sharp knock on the door across the room followed by Jake’s voice, loud and firm, to your surprise.

“Josh! Stage time! Let’s go!”

Your eyes widened and flipped from the door to Josh, silently wondering what he was going to do. You felt his head peel itself from the crook of your neck, leaving the spot where it had been sticky and warm from his sweat. You put your hands on his arms in an attempt to slow his movements so that he could get up and dress himself. His big, brown eyes glinted at you as a grin spread across his face.

Before you could realize what was happening, you felt his arms wrap around the small of your back, and he moved to sit up on his knees, pulling you up sharply with him. You moved your legs to straddle him better, and he leaned back against the base of the couch. He pulled you forward toward him, and you felt his cock slip further into your heat than it had this entire time, making you squeak.

“Josh,” you breathed, “fuck– you’ve gotta– mmm– you’ve gotta go.”

He lifted your hips up and dropped them back down, making your legs shake. “Can’t go out there like this, mama. Unless you want all those girls in the pit to see how hard my cock is. Hm? Make ‘em drool over it? Or do you wanna keep that for yourself?”

You put your hand in the middle of his chest and pushed gently. “Slide your hips out here and lay flat.” He did as you asked, keeping his eyes and hands on you as you mustered up the strength to bounce yourself on his length as quickly as possible.

The faster you went, the harder his face scrunched and twisted. Short little gasps burst from his lips with each meeting of your skin. His fingertips burrowed themselves into your hips as he neared his end. He was close enough for his head to lift up from where he was lying as he clenched his teeth. Your hands weaved themselves into the hairspray-coated curls of his mullet, pulling on his roots hard enough for his head to turn up, using it as leverage for yourself.

He groaned louder than you’d ever heard him before, and his fingers pressed impossibly deeper into your hips. You did your best to focus your attention on clenching around his cock as you slid yourself up and down on it rather than the whimpers and moans that were coming from his mouth with growing intensity.

“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”

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You made your way up the sidewalk and around the building to the back of the arena. You’d taken a moment to gaze at the throngs of people that were already lined up outside the venue doors, all dressed in such elaborate outfits of black and silver and gold. It made your heart swell to know that so many people from so many walks of life loved the boys as much as they did, without even truly knowing them. You wanted to hug each and every person standing outside the front doors, but you were on a sort of personal secret mission, and you didn’t want to give yourself away. Not that anyone would recognize you, but you didn’t want to take chances of word getting back to Josh.

Earlier in the week, you’d learned that some of your days for work had to be changed around, so you would be free for the boys’ last concert of the leg. You’d toyed with the idea of surprising Josh and coming to the show, but the only drawback was figuring out how you’d be able to actually get there without him knowing about it. You knew that in order to be able to pull everything off, you needed help from the inside.

So, you went for it.

You: Hey! You busy?

Jake: Hey, love! What’s going on?

You: I need a favor, if you can.

Jake: Shoot.

You: Is Josh around?

Jake: No… why? 😏

After explaining your plan to Jake, he agreed to reach out and make some calls to arrange for you to be able to enter the venue early. Security would show you the backstage area, and they’d also let you into Josh’s green room to wait.

As you reached the back entrance to the venue, you felt your phone buzz.

Jake: Finally got Josh to the garage. Heading that way. You ready?

You: Yes! Going inside now. Thanks again, Jake. 💚

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You waited as patiently as possible for the boys to finish their sound check, temporarily losing yourself in the sound of Josh’s voice before being pulled back into the reality of why you were there. The butterflies in your stomach were driving you crazy.

After what seemed like an eternity, you head the knob on the door to the green room jiggle, and your heart started thumping in your ears. You sank back into the couch, crossing your legs, waiting for him. The door opened, and you watched him from across the room.

He sauntered in, fully dressed in his first outfit of the evening: his brilliant white satin pants and jacket, both perfectly adorned with rhinestones that took turns glimmering and flashing as he moved about. He was humming a tune that sounded vaguely familiar, snapping his fingers lightly to the beat of the song. Whatever it was sounded soulful, definitely an older song by the sound. For the life of you, you couldn’t place it, though.

As he moved around the room, you shifted slightly, needing to make your presence known before you’d let it go too far. He froze in his spot in front of the mirror and vanity, his wide eyes flicking to look at you in the mirror. He stared for a moment, blinked twice, and spun around on his heels to make sure that he saw what he thought.

You couldn’t contain your smile as you watched his face positively gleam with excitement and disbelief.

“How did you get here?” He asked, his voice light and airy, but full of surprise. “When did you get here?”

“I had a little help from a brother,” you said, beaming back at him. “I got here when you were leaving the hotel.”

“No fucking way!” He said, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “It was Jake, wasn’t it? Sneaky son of a bitch.”

You laughed hard as he walked closer to you.

He sat beside you on the couch, immediately pulling you to straddle his lap before slipping his arms behind your back and squeezing you into him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, mama,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

Your hands cupped either side of his face and his hands were wrapped around your forearms. “I missed you too,” you whispered.

You stayed far enough back to look at him, waiting to see how long he would last before he made a move. You waited, watching his syrupy eyes gently throw glances from your lips, to your eyes, and back. After a few times, he couldn’t stand it anymore and gently took your face in his hands while yours traveled to his chest.

His lips were always softer than you remembered, and they were warm and wet from his tongue. They were so plump and full, and the second that he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, you found yourself fighting urges to take off his pants before you made an absolute mess of them. You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips into his, despite your many attempted efforts to not seem too desperate. One of your favorite things about Josh, though?

He lived for it.

He broke the kiss, bringing his mouth to suck on the spot right below your jaw, sliding his tongue over the spot when he’d finished, making your squirm in his lap again.

He chuckled softly, speaking into your skin. “Aww, baby. You need me already?”

You sighed, trying to pull yourself back together. You watched him grin while he watched your breath heave from your chest. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

His voice was low and sweet. “No. I just like giving you a hard time. You can have my cock whenever you want it. You know I can’t tell you ‘no.’”

You got out of his lap and into the floor in front of him, kneeling on the soft carpet, watching as his brow furrowed.

“Where are you going?”

“I need you to take these off,” you said, running your hand up his thigh.

“But–,” he started. “But what ab–.”

“Shh,” you interrupted, your heart swelling in your chest at his concern. He always insisted on starting with you, no matter the circumstance. Always. “Just take these off and relax, honey.”

He did as you asked, lifting his hips to allow you to slip his pants and jacket off along with his underwear before settling into the couch. You let your eyes slowly wander over him, paying special attention to the well-defined muscles of his chest and the sharp indentations of his hips as he sat, watching you.

Your thoughts quickly became intrusive, and you decided to let them win, placing soft kisses on his thighs as you ran your hand up and down his hardened length. The closer you got to his cock, the more frequently you felt him twitch in your hand, his need for your mouth becoming more and more apparent by the second.

“God, you really enjoy yourself, don’t you?” He asked, his breath growing heavy.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, Josh. Not being a smartass.”

His eyes widened and he fought a grin of disbelief, ultimately losing. His brows raised. “Well that’s a little harder to do than you think when you’re quite literally doing everything but taking my cock in your mouth.”

Your brows raised in response. “Oh really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

You pressed your tongue against the base of his cock and ran it up the entirety of the underside of him, softly letting his head slip just barely between your parted lips before you paused, fixing your eyes on his. He let out a breath, his hands finding their way to your hair before tilting his head back and gently pushing his hips up in an attempt to get you to take him further. You slid your mouth off of him, and his head lifted to look at you, his eyes confused and shamelessly yearning.

“Mama,” he breathed.

“Hmm,” you hummed, trailing your lips to the sharp lines of his hips, placing kisses on the spots where his pelvic bone jutted out the highest. He moaned as you took your time there, your hand working him simultaneously.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Josh. I can’t fucking stand it,” you said softly.

He moaned again, his hands wrapping around your roots. You flattened your tongue against the deep lines of his hips, slowly dragging your tongue around the various contours of his lap.

“Mama, please,” he said, a bit of a whine cracking through in desperation.

You made your eyes big and looked up at him. “Are you sure you want my mouth? Or would you rather have something else?” You asked, your tone even, firm.

He swallowed hard before letting his mouth fall open.

“Hm?”

“I don’t care what you give me,” he started between heavy pants, “I need you so fucking bad I’ll take anything you want.”

Your heat instantly wept for him, and you felt yourself involuntarily clench. You peeled yourself off of his legs and sank down closer to the floor. “Come here.”

He descended into the floor with you, bringing a pillow down with him from the couch, sliding it under your hips to make you as comfortable as you could possibly be while you quickly removed your clothes and tossed them into a heap beside you.

You placed your legs on either side of his hips, and he brought his knees up closer to you, spreading your legs as wide as he could without hurting you. Gently, he slid his cock into your warm, dripping pussy before lowering himself and pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped an arm around his back and tangled your other hand in his hair as he thrusted his hips, licking around the inside of your mouth like it was his last meal. You felt yourself grow wetter by the second from the sense of depravity you felt oozing from every inch of him, like it was impossible for him to get enough of you.

He wasted virtually no time at all before picking up his pace, the friction of his skin rubbing against yours quickly making enough heat for you both to break a sweat. The pendant and necklace that sat on his chest also grew hotter by the second as it stayed fixed against the swell of your breast. He rocked into you with such a fast, driving force, you felt yourself rushing toward and orgasm fairly early on.

You lost yourself in the sounds of him sliding in and out of you, along with his quick breaths and grunts that accompanied each thrust of his hips. Starving for him, you pulled him into your mouth and kept him there while he fucked you, only breaking the seal of your lips to breathe when you couldn’t take it anymore. He licked and sucked at your lips, taking them between his teeth on occasion and tugging them, eliciting broken moans from your throat from the impact of his hips. You felt him tilt his head up and away from you, his brows furrowed hard as he pushed deeper and deeper into your heat.

“God, keep fucking kissing me,” you breathed, “please.”

You strained under him, trying to hold out, squeezing his cock as hard as you could, but you felt yourself slipping quickly. Just as you were about to give in, Josh’s head shot up, his mouth leaving yours with a smack of his lips, his entire body absolutely rigid. His teeth were gnashed together, his face a deep crimson, a strangled cry escaping the depth of his throat. Your stomach immediately dropped, knowing that this was not a look of pleasure, but of pain. Your chest tightened as you fought to sit up, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Fuck, Josh! What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked, the alarm in your voice prevalent. His arms couldn’t hold him up any longer, and he sunk down on top of you, slipping over to your side, his cock slipping out of you as well. He cried out again as he rolled on to his back, bending one leg at the knee before straightening it back out and repeating the process.

You immediately crawled down to his leg to see where the problem was, and you quickly noticed the bulge in the middle of his calf muscle that wouldn’t recede despite the number of times he’d tried to stretch it out. You made quick work of stretching his leg and pressing the ball of your hand as deeply into the muscle as you could to work out the cramp. After you succeeded, you let him catch his breath, still gently massaging his leg, keeping your eyes trained on his expression.

“Forgot to stretch this morning, huh?”

Through heavy breaths, he playfully squinted at you. A grin spreading over his features. “Fuck off,” he teased.

You giggled, turning him to sit up so that his back rested against the base of the couch. “Give the old man a break, huh? Is that better?”

His face blushed a soft pink, and he rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass,” he chuckled.

“And you’re one to talk?” You asked, rolling your hips against his throbbing cock. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”

He laughed at you then, his eyes closing, his nose scrunching, and his perfect teeth shining. You pulled him into you again and kissed him, picking up your hips and slowly sinking down on his length. His mouth fell open again, and a melodic moan slipped past his lips, reminding you of the song he was humming when he’d first arrived to the green room.

As you slowly lifted yourself up before sinking down again, you asked him, “What was that song you were humming when you came in earlier?”

His eyes glinted mischievously at you, and he smirked. “You’ll have to come listen to the B-stage set and find out.”

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“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”

Just then, you heard the speakers in the arena turn up to full volume, followed by the deafening roar of the thousands of people inside. The pirate-esque introduction song that played at each show while the boys took the stage had started, and in doing so, muffled the now uninhibited sounds that spilled from Josh’s mouth.

You gave him everything you had to tip him over his edge, and you succeeded, immediately feeling the searing sensation of him releasing deep inside your core.

After the two of you had cleaned up, he rushed to throw his clothes back on, and you did the same. Just as he was about to leave, he quickly turned back around and pulled you into a feverish kiss, his tongue slipping inside your mouth one final time. You pulled back, smoothing your hands over his jacket and giving him a quick dusting off before turning him around and following him out the door. Microphone in-hand, he turned and blew you a quick kiss as you heard the crowd scream once again, followed by the intro to “The Falling Sky.” You watched him fast-walk down the long hall to the steps to go up on stage, taking care not to let his leg cramp up again. You giggled as you heard him start to sing the first verse, only having made it halfway to the stairs.

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At the halfway point of the show, the boys took the B-stage and performed their acoustic set. You’d managed to mix yourself into the crowd with a bird’s-eye-view of Josh as he walked about, interacting with the other boys and fans in a much more intimate way than he could on the main stage. Toward the end of the set, you’d gotten distracted, your eyes wandering around to all the people that surrounded you.

As Josh introduced the final song of the set, you were pulled back from your daze, your chest tightening at his words.

“This next song is a special one. I hadn’t planned on singing this tonight, but special people call for special occasions, right?” His brilliant smile flashed and melted every solid part of you as he blew a kiss to the fans in your direction before locking eyes with you for only a fraction of a second, leaving you with a wink before starting the song, later to be accompanied by Sam on the piano.

“These- arms- of- miiiiiiinneeee,

Theyyy are lo-one-leey,

Lo-onely and feeli-inn blue.

Theeeese arms of miiinnneee

Theyyy are yearr-niinn’,

Yearning from wantiii-iing you.

And if youu-ouuu,

Would let them– hoo-oo-oold you,

Oohhh how gratefu-ull I will beee.”

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Dreams – D. Wagner

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; fingering; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: Apologies for being late to the Christmas Party, you guys. I ✨almost✨ abandoned this fic in the swamp, but I’m glad I went back and read it tonight with fresh eyes. Ken’s been trying to get me to finish it for days. Anyways, enjoy a little reunion fic bc late Saturday nights are for Danny smut, apparently (I don’t make the rules).

Bajabule,

-Han

As you moved about the kitchen, straightening the countertops and wiping them down, you found yourself lost in the music that drifted throughout the house. The sound that came from the turntable and speakers in your living room made your entire body feel warm, despite being simply clad in your favorite pair of underwear and one of Danny’s old oversized Christmas sweaters.

You’d decided to get a jump on getting into the Christmas spirit, as you’d found it difficult to do so this year with him and his brothers touring on the other side of the world. The first half of December seemed to have sprinted and crawled by at the same time, and you’d only just put up your Christmas tree and decorations the day before. Today, you focused on making treats for when Danny did come home, which wouldn’t be for another two or three days. Doing all of the decorating and baking did well to change the course of your thoughts, and you took advantage of this.

You mixed ingredients, baked gingerbread cookies, and put together a Christmas simmer pot, all while slowly losing yourself in the silky crooning voice of Frank Sinatra as he sang your favorite holiday classics.

After you’d finished your festivities for the day and cleaned everything up, you decided to trudge up the stairs and settle into bed with a nice, cozy blanket to watch a Christmas movie. After you turned off all the lights, you turned on the TV and flipped through your options. After settling on a movie, you snuggled up in your dimly-lit bedroom and watched the screen until your eyelids grew heavy.

As you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, you heard the soft, muffled voices from the TV fade as your dreams overtook you.

Your dream started out like the Hallmark movie that was playing on your TV when you fell asleep. You were in a small, cozy cabin in the mountains for the holidays, and Danny was meeting you there. Whenever you arrived first, you went to the nearest store and bought things to bake. On your drive back to the cabin, Christmas music was playing on the radio station you’d tuned in to, and Frank Sinatra’s silky voice wrapped you up again as he slowly sang the first verse to “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” You hummed along as you pulled up to the cabin and carried your groceries inside.

You put the first set of gingerbread cookies in the oven and set a timer to take them out before you started mixing ingredients to make your second batch. Still humming the song from earlier, you’d just started mixing when you heard the front door open. Excitedly, you turned around, watching as Danny sat his bags down and slipped out of his jacket that was peppered with snow.

You turned back around and continued mixing your batter while you listened to the soft sound of his socks padding across the hardwood floor. You felt him slip his arms around your waist and squeeze you into his frame, his chin resting softly on your shoulder.

“Smells amazing in here. Making my favorite, I see?”

You grinned at him and let out a little giggle. “Of course.”

“You’re so sweet,” he said softly, his hands toying with the hem of your sweater, and tickling the skin on the tops of your bare thighs as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth. You relaxed into him, and he straightened. You looked up at him from below and took in the shape of his face like it was the first time you’d ever seen it; the shape of his nose and lips, the curls in his hair and the tiny flakes of snow that hadn’t managed to melt just yet. He looked down at you and you watched as the sweetest smile slowly spread itself across his face, making the corners of his deep brown eyes crinkle the tiniest bit. He leaned down and met your lips with his, bringing one of his hands up to cup the side of your face.

When he pulled his lips back from you, he kept the tip of his nose touching yours while his eyes softly held your gaze. “I missed you so much, honey,” he said, the pad of his thumb softly skimming over your cheekbone.

“God, I missed you, Danny.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whined, feeling him press himself into your back.

“Well you don’t have to worry. Because I’m here now, sweetheart.”

You huffed a breath, squeezing your thighs together and holding them.

His hands migrated from your hips at this, and he lifted the hem of your sweater, slowly dipping his hand into your underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath when his skin met yours. “Your hands are freezing!”

“Mm,” he hummed against your ear as he slipped his fingers between your folds. “Sorry,” he chuckled, “you’re so fucking warm I can’t help myself.”

His fingers circled your clit and you moaned, feeling his cock grow harder still behind you. “Fuck, Danny. Keep going,” you said, your breath getting heavier by the second. He did as you asked, and right as you were about to cum, you jolted awake, your chest heaving.

You felt a jolt behind you, making you jolt again, turning your head and your sleepy eyes around to see Danny, eyes-wide, staring back at you from under your blanket.

Lost for words, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and opened them again to still, despite your belief, see Danny sitting beside you in the bed. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice still heavily laced with grogginess from your nap.

“We decided to change our flights at the last minute. I think we were all just ready to get back home. I wanted to surprise you,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“Well I’m glad you did,” you said, rolling over to him and straddling his hips. He readjusted the blanket around you as you leaned down to kiss him. The two of you took each other in for a bit, and he pulled back just far enough to speak.

“I missed you so much, honey,” he whispered.

You froze, remembering the exact moment in your dream that he uttered those words and what he was doing when he said them. You replayed it in your head, and felt warmth spread between your legs. “I missed you,” you said, pulling him back to your mouth. You felt his cock start to harden rather quickly under you, and you immediately rolled your hips into him, your breath starting to pick up.

“Is that my sweater?” He asked, his eyes glinting at you from below.

“Yeah,” you said, unsure of what he would say next.

He smirked and flicked his gaze from the sweater to your eyes. “It looks really good on you. I like it.”

You slipped the sweater over your head and let it fall to the floor. “Does it look better now?”

His hands gripped your hips and he let out a hard laugh. He flipped you over so that you were under him, and he peppered kisses from your mouth to your breasts, taking his time to spoil each new area he encountered, leaving your heat more soaked and needy for him than it ever had been.

Once he’d met your underwear, he lifted his head as he hooked his fingers around your waistband and waited. You lifted your hips, and he took his cue to pull your underwear down your legs. He paused after he dropped them on the floor.

His eyes flicked from your dripping pussy to your eyes and back. He let out a small huff of air and chuckled to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows before he spoke. “I’m toast.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckled back at him.

“I’m not gonna last two fucking seconds in there. There’s no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

His eyes widened as he dramatically glanced back and forth again. “Baby I’ve never seen you wet like this for me. Ever. And it’s been way too long. This is gonna be a fuckin’ mess.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

You watched his jaw fall slack as he stared at you, almost in a daze, before he slowly started slipping his clothes off and tossing them in the floor.

Once he’d fully undressed himself, he settled his shoulders between your legs leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to your heat. The closer he got, the faster you huffed, your heart hammering with anticipation for the feeling of his mouth; a sensation you’d thought about every single night that he was gone.

Your hands lightly shook as they reached for his hair, knowing full-well you didn’t have the self-control to keep yourself from finishing just moments after he delved his tongue inside of you. Once he was happy with the number of kisses he’d given you, his hands crept up your thighs, and he used his fingers to separate you just a bit, giving his tongue easier access to your already swollen clit.

He started slowly, running his tongue from your entrance to your clit before giving it a few soft flicks before descending again, making your legs involuntarily twinge with every flick. Your hands softly gripped the roots of his curls as he continued.

Slowly, he began to move faster, shortening the time between the flicks on your clit, making you whimper as he did so. Your grip tightened as you felt a burning in the pit of your stomach already. “Shit, Danny,” you moaned.

His eyes flicked up to you from below. “What is it? You need some more?”

You moaned again, his voice making you wetter with every syllable. It was then that he slipped his middle and ring fingers into your folds and moved them around, collecting your juices before slipping them languidly into your core. Your back arched at the contact and your fingers completely wrapped themselves around his hair and pulled harder than before, making him moan into your pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth. His fingers curled, rubbing the perfect spot, and you cried out, your hips bucking shamelessly into his face. The pit of your stomach was seething, and you didn’t even try to quench the fire.

“Oh god, Danny– I– ohhhhh fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck–.”

He quickened the pace at which his fingers pumped in and out of your entrance, and you immediately felt the warmth of your first orgasm spread over your entire body. His pace was unwavering, and you continually writhed under him and bucked your hips, physically begging for him to be deeper inside you.

You moaned again.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He cooed, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His eyebrows raised, soft and expectant.

“Need you–,” you choked between whimpers, “to fffffff–.” His fingers slowed, giving your brain a moment to work through the numbing haze he was causing with his fingers. “Fuck me,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Been dreaming about hearing you say that to me for months, honey. Dreaming about how you’d look with me buried as deep as I can go. Is that what you want?”

The only bodily function you could manage was a vehement nod of your head, making him let out a breathy chuckle. He removed his fingers from you and leaned up, gently placing his lips on your forehead as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You watched as his mouth hung open while he slipped the tip of his cock into your core, letting out a shaky breath like it was the first time all over again. You sucked in a sharp breath as you adjusted to his girth, feeling him stretch the walls of your pussy so slowly you had to make an effort not to drool. Your head fell backward as your chest heaved at the feeling of fullness between your legs while your hands gripped him by the roots of his curls again.

Moving deeper still, he let out a deep groan, fighting the overwhelming urge to press the rest of the way into you to satisfy himself. He lifted his head to make eye contact with you, his mouth still sitting agape as he slowly continued to slide into you.

“Goddamn, honey. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Once he reached the furthest he could, you whimpered, very lightly rolling your hips up into him.

“Mmm, you really did miss me, huh?”

“Mhm,” you whined. “Every fucking night, Danny.”

“I’m flattered,” he said, smirking.

He started pulling his hips back and pushing them in, helping you grow accustomed to the feeling of his thrusts before speeding up. You moaned with each push, already reveling in the depth that he could reach in his current position. Unable to help himself, he pushed into you quicker and harder second by second, his grunts being muted by the slick sounds from your core and the sound of his skin meeting yours over and over.

His breath quickly left him as he continued sharply rocking you back into your pillows, trying his best to hold himself up for as long as he could. His rhythm was impeccable, as one would expect, and you felt your second orgasm creep up on you much quicker than you’d anticipated.

“Danny. Danny. Fuck,” was all you could say before your lower stomach burst with warmth again, leaving your legs trembling on either side of his perfect hips.

“Mmm keep going, sweetheart. Just feel it, yeah? Right there?”

You moaned, nodding your head, focusing everything on the feeling oh his cock sliding in and out of you, like he said. Heavy breaths fell from your lips, and your chest was absolutely burning. It was then that he straightened, removing his cock from you entirely and backing himself off the bed, standing at the end of it. His hands encircled the bottoms of your calves, and he gently pulled you to the edge of the bed; so close that your ass was nearly hanging off the end.

He opened your legs wide and lined himself back up before plunging deliciously deeper inside your core, making you cry out for him. Your hands gripped the sheets under you hard enough to turn your knuckles white. He knew you loved being as close to him as possible while he fucked you, so he slid his arm behind you so that the crook of his elbow rested perfectly behind your neck, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder while his other hand rested on the top of your head. You felt warm and wholly connected to him being wrapped in his arms like this, and you knew he felt the same. He planted a lusty kiss on your lips, lingering there, slipping his tongue into your mouth on occasion.

Once he broke the kiss, he pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out of you about halfway, and pressed down with both of his hands, bringing you to him as he brought himself to you, pushing himself into you deeper than he’d ever gone to date. Your back arched, pressing your chest up into his and he forcefully met your hips with his own, the sounds between the two of you becoming louder and messier by the second. His grunts turned into sharp exhales as he tried with everything he had to hold out and pace himself for his own climax, desperately trying to finish you off for a third time before he indulged.

“Ohhhhh my fucking GOD, Danny,” you moaned. “You’re so fucking deep. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

He moaned, and you could tell from the sound of it that he was tiptoeing on his edge. You tried with everything you had to squeeze his cock as hard as you could, and you thought you had him. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open, and you watched him fight with his entire being for every second he could stand it.

His grip on your shoulder and your hair grew much tighter as he grit his teeth together, his chest heaving harder than you’d ever seen it. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, every inch of your skin burning against his as he pounded into you the hardest he had all night.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you needed my cock while I was gone, huh? Come on,” he coaxed. You arched again, harder than you ever had, and you cried out for him again, your entire body trembling as he kept his rhythm perfectly again, making your legs twinge from the immense stimulation.

Soon after, you felt his hips quiver, and it took mere seconds for him to start his release. You did what you could to squeeze around him while he rode out his high, milking his cock while he grunted and moaned into your neck, eventually laying his upper half against yours in a heaving pile. Your hands trailed the expanse of his back as his chest pressed into yours with each breath he took.

When he rose from you, he slipped out from between your legs and padded off to the bathroom for a washcloth. After he’d cleaned the both of you, he settled himself at the head of the bed, pulling you to him. You laid your head on his chest and threw your arm across his torso as he pressed his lips against your forehead, reaching for the TV remote on the nightstand.

After flipping it on, he looked at you and grinned.

“What?” You asked, reflecting his smile on your lips.

“That must’ve been a really good nap earlier to put you in that big of a mood,” he said, waggling his brows at you.

You blushed, looking away from him for a moment with a giggle.

“Actually…”

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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✨BEST CAPTION WINS✨

Because Ken and I will #neverforget where we were or what we were doing when we thought Josh was sand-surfing with his whole ass out at first glance, we’ve decided to make this a game.

Comment or reblog with your best caption! 💚✨

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE POOKIEST BEAR OF THE BUNCH 🥰🥳

I know you won’t ever see this, but I love you, Daniel. Even if taking pictures of you at shows is, and will always be, the bane of my existence bc your cymbals are always in the way. Thank you for your gift of light and rhythm to the world which seems to sometimes have a lack thereof. You truly are the heartbeat of the band.

Also, you’re the reason that Crosby, Stills, and Nash has been my most-listened-to artist for the last 6 months. So thanks for that too. 🥰💚

-Han

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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JAKE SCREAMED LIKE JOSH WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

#EXCUSE ME #IM FUCKING SORRY???#SOMEBODY HELP

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI: Smut!! Bondage, some cockwarming??, some light smacking, fingering, p n v intercourse, think that's all? Let me know if I've missed any.

A/N: I went and got all fancy and made a fucking mood board for my first fic back. Since I slacked hard on the Josh Halloween spectacular, I had to do it up right for you guys with a slutty, smutty Christmas with Jake. It's so good to be back, I've missed you all. My sweet girl Han is back, and all is right in the world. Enjoy, ya filthy animals. (LOL @ me posting this on Christmas night. 🤣 I tried my best to get this done early.)

Baja ✨️blast✨️

-Ken

"Jacob!" You called from the living room. You stood on your tiptoes on the small step stool, trying to put the star on the top of the impossibly tall tree Jake insisted on.

You huffed as you lowered back onto your heels, your hands resting on your hips as you eyed the top of the tree with furrowed brows. You felt hands slip around your waist and a weight on your shoulder.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jake kissed your neck softly before looking up at you with gentle eyes.

You turned your head, jutting out your bottom lip a little as you handed him the star. "This damn tree is too tall. I can't get the star on."

He smiled as he took the star from you, smacking your ass gently with his free hand. He jerked his head to the side, signaling you to move off the step stool. "Let me give it a go."

You stepped down and sat on the arm of the couch, watching as he got into position. His arm stretched above his head as his heels lifted from the stool, the hem of his black button down lifting just enough for you to see a strip of his tanned lower back. Your eyes traced along his exposed skin to his hips, his jeans resting loosely on them. You took a sip from your wine glass that was waiting for you on the coffee table and sighed.

"You and those slutty hips." You bit your lip and tried to stiffle a giggle as he wobbled on the stool.

He looked at you from over his shoulder, his arm still stretched out to the top of the tree, his cheeks flushed a baby pink.

"S'cuse me?" He asked with an arched brow and a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

You let your eyes scan his face and down to his ass. You lingered there for a moment before looking up at him though your lashes. "You heard me."

His eyes darkened as he stepped down from the stool and placed the star on the coffee table before stepping up to you, slipping his hands around your waist, and squeezing your sides. He gently brushed his lips over your jaw, up your cheek and stopped at the shell of your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as his breath tickled you.

"You like my hips, sweetheart?" He pressed his chest against yours. His tongue snaked around your lobe, pulling it between his teeth.

You closed your eyes and nodded slowly. Your hands trailed over his sides and down the small of his back until you had two handfuls of his soft ass and squeezed. He let out a low chuckle before mirroring your action, grabbing and squeezing your ass.

"Someone's a little handsy tonight. Might have to fix that." He smirked as he pulled away from you and turned to the tote sitting on the floor next to the tree.

You watched with interest as he dug through the tote in silence. After finding what he was searching for, he turned back to you with a devilish grin. A string of white Christmas lights dangled in his hand. You felt your cheeks warm as you raised an eyebrow.

"And what do you plan to do with those?" You had a good idea what his intentions were, but you wanted to hear him say it.

"Well." He stepped to you, slipping the lights behind your back and yanked, pulling you flush to his chest again. "You did such a lovely job decorating today, I want to try my hand at it."

Your breath quickened as he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. The cord of the lights digging into your back just enough to make you clench your thighs.

"And what do you plan on decorating, Jacob?" Your eyes met his, blown out and twinkling with mischief.

His lips ghosted over yours, his breath washing over you as he whispered, "You."

You sighed as you leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away before you could connect. He yanked on the cord around your waist, pulling you towards the bedroom with a smirk.

Once he had your trapped between the bed and him, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up slightly. He kissed you hard, licking into your mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling gently at his roots. He bit your bottom lip, tugging slightly before letting go and stepping back.

"Take your shirt and bra off, then lay back." He demanded as he collected the lights from behind you and heading to the side of the bed.

You slipped your fingers beneath the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head and discarding it on the floor. Your bra followed behind shortly after. You crawled onto the bed and laid back on the pillows, watching him untangle the lights and crawl to your side. He bent down to pepper kisses across your chest before biting into the soft swell of your breast beside your nipple. You moaned softly as you arched into his touch.

He smiled and sat back on his heels. "Okay, arms up darling."

You eagerly lifted your arms above your head, and he went to work wrapping the festive cord around your wrists. Once he was confident with the restraint, he ran his fingertips down your arms and sides before scooting down to straddle your thighs. He slid his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down just slightly. He leaned down, his tongue tracing small circles over the soft skin of your stomach. You let out a shaky breath and licked your lips as you watched him pull your pants down to the tops of your thighs, exposing your already dripping pussy.

He looked up at you though his lashes as he dipped his tongue between your folds and flicked your clit once. You whined in protest when he stopped and sat up.

"Jake...please." You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He slid your pants down the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor before smacking the outside of your thigh. "I'm not finished trimming my tree, sweetheart. Be patient."

He grabbed the remaining length of lights and wrapped them around your left calf, your ankles, then finishing on your other calf. He admired his handy work before climbing off the bed and padding to the bedroom light switch. Darkness fell over you as he made his way back to the bedside.

"Are you ready to shine for me, baby?" His voice was thick with anticipation and excitement.

You tugged on your restraints, your core throbbing with how deliciously tight they were. "Yes." You whispered in his direction.

You heard him fumbling with the plug in the dark before a soft white glow filled the room. He was quiet before he exhaled deeply. "Wow. You look...gorgeous, sweetheart."

You squirmed under his gaze, smiling shyly. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off his arms, revealing his soft, firm chest and stomach. You clenched around nothing at the sight of him. His body was so beautiful, you wanted nothing more than to pin him to the bed and ravish him until he begged you for release. He moved down to undo his belt, slipping it from the loops with agonizing slowness. Once he had it off, he put the two ends together creating a loop of soft leather.

He snapped it once before sliding it down your sternum, stopping at your belly button. You shivered at the sensation, looking up at him and biting your lip.

"I need you to be a good girl for me, sweetheart. Think you can do that?" He asked as he trailed the belt up your side until he rested it on your nipple.

You felt your pebbled flesh harden under it, sighing with pleasure. You nodded, squeezing your thighs together, desperate for any friction between your legs. He tapped your nipple softly with the belt, his voice deep and husky. "Words."

You closed your eyes and cleared your throat before speaking. "Yes. I'll be good for you."

He sighed softly as he straddled your bound legs. His fingers slipped between your thighs, finding your already swollen clit. He groaned softly. "God, you're so wet for me, baby."

You arched into his touch as his warm fingers swirled around your clit. His dark eyes looking black behind the shadows the lights cast on his face. You could see a devious smirk plastered on his mouth as he worked on you.

"Jake....please....more..." You whimpered, yearning for him to fill you. You didn't care with what, you just needed him to stuff you full.

He hummed as his fingers glided down to your entrance, circling your warm hole as he leaned into you, his lips grazing your ear. "Tell me what you need more of, darling."

You shook under him as your wrists pulled at the lights, the cord digging into your skin. "You. Please. More of you."

He chuckled, slithering down your body, leaving wet, sloppy kisses as he desended. Your body jerked, and a loud moan escaped you as he plunged his ring and middle finger into you without warning. He pushed in as far as he could and curled his fingers into the squishy, sensitive part of your insides.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he continued to rub and baby your sweet spot. You felt a stream of saliva escape the corner of your mouth as you clenched around his fingers.

"That's right, baby. Just like that." He praised as he watched the pleasure wash over you. "Does my girl like that? You like when I take care of you, babydoll?"

All you could manage to do was nod as you felt yourself getting incredibly close to your climax. He pumped in and out of you a few times before you were squeezing your eyes shut and screaming his name.

"Oh fuck," he whispered as he fucked you through your first orgasm, your cum coating his fingers.

Your breathing steadied as you came back down to him, and he slowly removed his fingers. He crawled back up to you, his lips crashing into yours as he ground his hips into yours, whimpering into your mouth. He pulled away and sat up, undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.

"I need you so bad, baby. My cock is so hard for you."

You moaned and watched him work with hungry eyes. You spread your legs for him as much as you could against the cords, and nodded. He smiled sweetly before grabbing the cord around your wrists and yanking you until you were sitting up.

"I want you on your knees for me." He grumbled before turning you around and helping you get in position.

He pushed your head into the pillows, your ass up in the air, the lights around your ankles illuminating the sight for him. He groaned and smacked a hand across your ass, rubbing out the sting after.

"You look so fucking delicious, I can't stand it."

He pushed into you without warning, making you yelp and jolt forward. He stilled inside of you, letting you adjust to him. His cock was incredibly hard and throbbing. You could have came just from that feeling alone.

He began pumping in and out of you, the obscene noises coming from your sopping wet pussy made twitch inside of you. You whined and cried as he fucked into you, filling you up like only he could.

"You look like a fucking angel. Lit up so pretty for me, honey." He spoke through gritted teeth.

His hips smacked against your ass as he quickened his pace. Your legs started to shake as you felt your second mind-numbing orgasm creep up.

"Jake....I'm...cum," was all you could stutter out. Words leaving you completely as he relentlessly pounded into you, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you to him hard on every in stroke.

"That's it, baby. Come on my cock. You're such a good girl for me." He cooed as he slipped a hand between your legs to swirl around your swollen clit.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth fell open, a string of curses peppered with his name flowed out of it as you clenched around his cock, cumming hard for him.

His moans turned to whimpers as he came right behind you, your cunt milking him. He panted and rested his head on your back, holding you up with an arm wrapped around your stomach.

You sighed, still catching your breath as he laid you gently on your back. You could feel the ache in your wrists and ankles while he removed the lights. Once removed, he unplugged them and tossed them on the arm chair in the corner of the room before pulling the sheets back and tucking you both under them. He scooped you into his embrace and took a deep breath.

"I love you immensely, sweetheart. You're so incredible," he whispered and kissed the top of your head.

You snuggled deeper into him, your ear pressed to his chest, listing to the steady beat of his heart.

"I love you, Jake. More than anything."

"I know, baby." You could hear the smile in his voice. "You make such a beautiful tree. Even more beautiful than the Rockefeller." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You giggled and breathed him in. You fell into a dreamless, restful sleep. The beat of his heart, your lullaby.

#greta van fleet #greta van smut #gvf #starcatcher #greta van fic #jake gvf #jake kiskza x reader #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fluff

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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OKAY but now im sobbing while im supposed to be asleep

jake sends handwritten letters to fans, to tell them to “rest their minds” and that his band will be there for them when they’re ready

jake writes beautiful captions, he describes and dedicates them to us

jake loves the beauty of us all

jake sends guitars to young fans because he sees potential and wants to encourage that, he probably sees himself in them

#I love him and them and everyone

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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🥳 Han and Ken’s Albums of the Year! 🥳

We were graciously tagged by our friend, @psychedelicstardust-gvf 💚💚

The first four are Han’s, Starcatcher is in the middle bc we share that one, and the last four are Ken’s!

We tag: @gvfpal @sunandthemoontwinflames @wetkleenex-gvf @shutupdevvie @joshsindigostreak @gretasfallingsky

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 5 months

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If you saw what I accidently posted today before it was ready, shut up. No, you didn't. <.<

The one with technical difficulties, Ken.

#mind your business #but also #sneak peek #Christmas jake is coming #hoe hoe hoe

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 5 months

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Easy – J. Kiszka

📸 PC: sammyskiszka on Pinterest

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; foreplay; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: HELLO MY BESTIE GRESTIE FRIENDS.

Please enjoy my soft attempt at returning to the fic-writing business with this teeny mini fic to get the creative juices flowing. I ask that you please be kind and patient with both Ken and myself as we try to get back to where we were before our break. We’re both lacking a bit of confidence, but hopeful that we’ll be back in the swing of things soon.

It’s been entirely too long, and I promise you all I don’t plan on leaving for the foreseeable future. I learned lessons in my time away, and I’ve come back much happier than I was before. Big fat thank-you to bestie Ken for never leaving me and welcoming me back to blog with the most open arms and making me feel as though I never left. I love you so much pal. 💚🥰

and to everyone reading this or any of our fics (future, present, or past), I love you, too.

Bajaest of bules forever and ever,

-Han

You hummed to yourself as you gently flipped your hair to one side, nimbly using your fingers to remove the backs of your earrings before pulling the posts through. As you sat them neatly on the sink, you glanced at the mirror in front of you, directing your fleeting attention to the figure bustling around in the bedroom behind you.

His back was to you, but still you watched him, as you often did when you had the chance, undo the few closed buttons of his shirt, letting it slink down his arms before pulling his wrists through one at a time. You watched his soft strands of hair flow gently across his shoulders as he worked the shirt from one hand to the next. Once he’d succeeded, you watched the muscles of his back contract as he balled the shirt up and tossed it into the clothes hamper that housed your shared dirty laundry. He paused there, admiring his shot from feet away, giving himself a self-reassuring nod before beginning to work on unfastening his belt.

You watched him shift his weight from one leg to the other as he unfastened the buckle, the sound of the metal softly jingling. You scanned the back of him and noted the curves of his back and his hips where his favorite jeans hugged him in the perfect places.

“Hey hon?” you called, picking up a wipe from its package to remove your makeup, silently hoping your attempt to look pre-occupied was enough to convince him that you hadn’t been staring at him the entire time he’d been undressing himself.

His head popped into the doorway then. “Hm?”

“Will you help me really quick? I’m about to hop in the shower. I just need help unzipping this.”

“Of course,” he started, moving closer to you and reaching for the zipper. Your eyes were so focused on his downcast eyes and his lips and how they sat just slightly parted while he concentrated on your zipper that you had no idea he was waiting for you. “Here. Get your hair for me, doll. I don’t wanna pull it.”

You moved your hair to the side for him, focusing back on his face and the tickle of his fingertips as he gently pulled the zipper down its track, taking special care not to force it. As he slid the zipper down your back, his eyes scanned your exposed skin, and you watched him cock an eyebrow, just slightly. A nearly imperceptible smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he realized you hadn’t been wearing a bra all night. Your cheeks blushed as he kept venturing lower. The dress was short, and the zipper ended as it reached your lower back. You felt him let go of the zipper, keeping his eyes trained on the spot where it stopped, waiting to see if his suspicions were correct.

You felt him slip his hands into your dress and around your sides, gently raking his fingers up and down the length of them. You slipped it off your shoulders and felt his hands creep up to cradle your newly exposed breasts while you worked the dress over your hips. As it slid down over your bare ass, you heard a huff of air escape him. His hands gently squeezed the swells of your breasts and you let out a breath of your own, leaning your head back into him as he thumbed over your hardened nipples.

He took a step into you, pressing your hips into the sink as his mouth found the junction of your neck and shoulder. He hummed against you as his hands and mouth worked in different places at the same time. You fought the urge to squeeze your thighs together and failed. As a result, your ass pressed back into him, and you felt his cock hardening behind you, making you squeeze again.

His lips broke suction from your neck at this, and you felt the tip of his tongue drag itself to the shell of your ear at such a slow pace that it was almost painful. You shuddered against his mouth and felt him smirk.

“So pretty for me, baby,” he said, his voice low in your ear. “Making it so easy for me.”

“Have to spoil you every now and again, Jake,” you said, grinning.

“You know what would really spoil me?”

“Hm?”

His lips pressed themselves firmly into your ear as he whispered to you, his hands roaming over your breasts, his cock still pressed into your back.

“Be my good girl and bend over,” he started, his clothed length throbbing against your skin, begging to escape and slip into your dripping heat. “Let me make you cum the way you like it? Hm?”

You felt the spot between your legs get even warmer, and you let out the smallest whimper.

He moved one arm to wrap around your middle, pulling your top half further backward into his chest while his other hand drifted down your stomach and between your legs. Your heart hammered in your chest as he slipped the pad of his fingers between your folds, his middle and ring fingers circling your clit.

“Want you to feel the head of my cock right behind here, honey.”

You watched his hand in the mirror above the sink as he spoke, seeing the flexion of the muscles in his hands as they moved. After a moment you noticed him looking at you in the mirror, his deep brown eyes even darker now.

You squeezed your legs together, trapping his hand, and he smirked for the millionth time in one night.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whined, your breaths heavy.

“Whaddaya think, angel? You gonna be my good girl? Hm?”

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 5 months

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☀️EXTRA

SPECIAL

NEWS

BULLETIN☀️

After some recent personal developments, the two of us would like to announce that we plan to be back (and better than ever) on our regularly scheduled smutty bullshit just in time for the holidays! 🥰

Ho(e)-Ho(e)-Ho(e) and bajabule,

-Han & Ken

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 6 months

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WHAT IS HE DOING?!?! DEPORT HIM!!!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN JAKE LICKED HIS GUITAR IN AMSTERDAM?????

GET HIM OUT OF EUROPE

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 6 months

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Holy- 😳

I NEED TO BE PUT DOWN

Via popejkiszka

#holy shit #my brain is mush #josh kiszka what are you doing to me #i actually cant #greta van fleet

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 6 months

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Due to some personal reasons, my bestie Han has decided to step away from writing for the foreseeable future. So, you will all have to settle for me. I apologize for not putting out that spooky Josh fic I promised you all for Halloween. 😬 I've been slacking hard. But I promise, a belated spooky fic is coming your way. And I've also been cooking up a Europe Jake fic because, Europe Jake. Am I right? Lol. Han sends her love, and I love you all for sticking with me. 🖤

Ken

#greta van fleet #greta van smut #gvf #starcatcher #greta van fic #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #josh gvf #greta van art #greta van fluff #jake kiskza x reader #jake kiszka smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka #danny wagner fic #danny gvf

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 6 months

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🖤 stunning. Jake deserves nothing less than this.

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Summary: Based on this delicious ask. Jake returns from tour exhausted and in need of some pampering from his woman. So you take it upon yourself to administer a healing remedy, catering to your man in the only way you can.

Warnings: A few sexual connotations. But mostly Fluff.

You were waiting for him in the hallway. His white shirt skimming your thighs and open to your navel. The thud of his guitar case as he dropped it at the door, jaw tightly set and his tired eyes drinking you in sent a flood of arousal to your core.

You'd missed him. His relief at being home was etched there in the dark circles that framed his gaze. You were clutching two glasses of red wine, holding one out to him as he kicked off his boots and hurriedly closed the space between the door and his love.

He took the wine from you and spun you around in one simultaneous move. Like a dance you'd done a hundred times before, but never grew tired of. No matter how much you ached to have him right there in the hallway, you knew it would come.

He needed something else, first. A familiar kiss and a light squeeze of his ass as he appraised you wearing his clothes. He needed to cast off the shackles of the road and decompress himself back into your life at home. He needed to be catered to, to have you strip him of the weariness of travel and nocturnal schedules.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." He mumbled, bringing his mouth to the soft part of your ear as he grazed it with his teeth. "What's that you're cooking in there?"

You slipped his jacket off for him and threw it onto the bannister at the bottom of the stairs.

"Your favourite." You replied, "Steak cooked just the way you like with peppercorn sauce, dauphinoise potatoes and green beans."

"Sent from heaven." He purred, keeping a hold of your hand as he followed you into the kitchen.

You'd set the mood just right for him. Low lights and Hozier playing softly in the background. The food was steaming at the table by the window, timing it perfectly from the moment he had text you to herald his arrival. Candles flickering in the centre, sending glimmers across the silverware.

"Thankyou, my love." He sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he slid into his chair. "You have no idea how much I needed this."

You curled yourself into the seat opposite and refilled his glass.

"I do, baby." You replied, reaching for his hand across the table. "And you deserve it... cheers."

He clinked his glass against the side of yours and devoured his food. Tucking into it like a man starved and you enjoyed watching him swallow every mouthful. Seeing the way the colour seemed to rush back to his cheeks and the vigour in his posture. No longer slumped over his plate, he sat back and rubbed his satisfied belly as you chewed thoughtfully on your own.

"You know, I was thinking... after this I could run you a nice hot bath."

Your suggestion drew a mischievous smirk from his lips.

"What else were you thinking?" He asked, piling his steak onto the end of his fork and lathering it in sauce.

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your bare legs. The bottle of wine becoming empty as you poured the last few drops into your glass. He was appraising you from over the flickering candles. A duel of wits to see what you might come up with. No matter how tired he seemed to be, Jake was always ready for a battle of the minds.

"I was thinking I could wash your hair for you. Rub soap into your back and your stomach, maybe put a few salts in there to ease your muscles. And if you're a good boy, maybe a massage to ease the tension."

He exhaled deeply. "No matter how much I love being on stage, there's nothing which compares to coming home to you."

He invited you to go and sit in his lap. Pushing his plate aside as he pulled your hand forward. You straddled him perfectly, opening the last few buttons of his waistcoat.

"Stuffed." He mentioned, "I couldn't eat another bite."

His tummy was a little bloated, perfectly smooth as you planed your hands down the centre of it. His breath tasted like wine as he caught the nape of your neck in his big, sturdy hand and pulled you into a savouring kiss. You could feel the callouses of his fingertips dig into your flesh as his mouth opened against yours. Just the briefest hint of his tongue laced across yours before he pulled away to look at you.

"I missed you." You mentioned, tucking his hair behind his ear and taking in all the features of his face that had been wholly absent from you the past few weeks. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you."

"Baby, please..." He replied, his thumb running across your moist lips. "Don't think I don't appreciate all the sacrifices you make for me. You being here, in our home, that we created together like this is all I need."

Somehow, he always knew the words so say. It fuelled the fire in your belly for him, the one that burned only to serve him. To have him catered to and looked after. Your burning desire to welcome home home in a biblical manner only slaked by the need to have him calm and comfortable after the chaos of the tour.

"It's all for you, Jakey." You replied softly, sliding off his lap and letting him take in the view of your body as you took the plates to the sink.

You could hear him undressing in the bedroom as the tub filled with warm water. The bathroom was already coveted in a cloud of steam, the scent of lavender bath salts filling your senses as you perched on the edge of the tub and broke the surface water with your fingertips.

He appeared in the door way, naked and smiling.

"Aren't you joining me?" He asked, perplexed as to why you were still dressed.

"Let me look after you tonight, baby." You replied, "Come in, it's ready."

The gentle break of the water as he climbed in almost spilled over the edge. He leaned back, letting out a rapturous moan as the heat of the water softened him. He looked serene. His eyes closed as he laid his head on the back of the tub, his hair sticking to his neck and shoulders. And you trailed a hand down his centre, between his pecs and down his stomach into the soft pubic hair beneath his waist and down the length of his penis towards high thighs.

The sensation made him shudder a little, opening his eyes to share a giggle with you as you grabbed the shower gel from the bathroom unit. You held it high above him and squeezed, watching the clear bubbly liquid land in a puddle at his navel. You took the loofah and began making lazy circles across his torso, lathering him up as he watched you closely.

"I forget sometimes just how lovely you are." He said, the blood rushing through his veins a little harder with each stroke. "I mean, of course I don't forget. But it never ceases to surprise me whenever I'm welcomed home like this."

You tried to ignore his burgeoning erection. Aware that you had plans to cater to that later on. You moved past it, running the soapy loofah down his legs and stopping at his ankles. You reached into the water and picked up his foot, resting it on the edge as you started kneading his soles. The moan which escaped him was symphonic.

"Never forget to lavish attention on the neglected parts of me, do you?" He uttered, closing his eyes against the sensation of your thumbs working into his pads.

"It's all about the details." You explained, rolling your fist around his arches. "Attention to the little things. You taught me that."

There it was again. That enigmatic smile that never ceased to raise your heart beat. The flutter of butterflies trying to escape your stomach as the apples of his cheeks rounded off was something that still confounded you. Even after all this time.

"Hmmm, I remember." He replied wickedly, a flash of desire widening in his eyes. "I'm a perfectionist, what can I say?"

Memories of other homecomings flooded back. Times when he had ravaged you as soon as he had stepped through the door. Making sure to devilishly reacquaint himself with your body, inch by inch and touch by touch. Sometimes he would have a flamboyant gift in his hands, sometimes it would just be a bottle of your favourite wine and some flowers.

Other times you would join him on the tour, and you'd go home together with a shared sense of cosiness for being back in your fortress of solitude. Just you and Jake in the bed you kept together, lazily draped on your couch watching movies or cooking together in the kitchen. A life full of meaning and fortitude.

This time was different. You'd sensed his need to be cared for. To have a little tender love as he returned his weary bones to the flesh of his home.

"I could just fall asleep right here." He yawned, stretching his other foot out to be rubbed. "With my woman rubbing my feet and a cold beer in my hand."

You rolled your eyes. "If you wanted a beer, all you had to do was ask."

"Not when you look like that. Half dressed and tempting me to pull you into the water. Making it hard for me in more ways than one." He sighed, "But a beer would be nice, if you're offering."

Anything he wanted. Anything he desired. You slinked off, padding downstairs to fetch him his beverage. The record still turning in the player, the sounds of Talk humming out as you meandered through the house.

"You know, Hozier's coming to Nashville in the fall." You mentioned, taking a swig of the beer before handing it to him. "We should get tickets, what do you think?"

He leaned forward, beer dripping down his dimpled chin as he tossed his head back. "Whatever you want, baby. We should all go."

"Hmmm, that'd be nice." You agreed, dropping to your knees at the side of the tub so that you could reapply the loofah across his back.

Jakes skin always felt like silk beneath your touch. Smooth and supple, never failing to send you into orbit whenever you ran your fingertips across it. You massaged the suds into him with your bare hands, letting to loofah fall into the water.

He sucked on his beer whilst recounting the last few days on tour. Weaving a tale of exhaustion and last minute changes that had been minor inconveniences, but had culminated in him feeling as if he would never get home. You could feel his weariness as you worked the lather up into his scalp. Raking your hands through his hair, pulling out the knots and applying the sweetly scented shampoo that he always stopped to take in whenever you'd used it.

"You're home now, baby. You can relax." You assured him, running the shower head over his lathered hair, watching it fall down his back like snow.

When you were done, he practically sank into your chest. His shirt was wet through on you as you rinsed off his hair, letting him reel you in to an appreciative kiss that was all hunger and need.

"Let me do something nice for you." He damn near begged, pressing his wet chest against yours.

"Nuh uh." You breathed against his open mouth. "It's all for you tonight, lover."

You pulled away reluctantly, leaving him wet and wanting as you fetched him a warm, fluffy towel from the boiler cupboard. You wrapped it around his shoulders as he stepped out, letting him wrap his dripping arms around you since you were already beyond soaked.

You stood there in the middle of the bathroom, shrouded against the wet heat of his body and the dry warmth of the towel. It was quite lovely, the sensations of both. Slipping his shirt off, you let it fall to the ground. Just enjoying the way his body felt against yours as you stood with the towel around the two of you.

"Come on, Rockstar." You whispered, "Lets get you to bed."

It was no mistake that you'd found Jake precisely when you needed a man to be strong for you. Being strong for him came naturally to you now, especially when you could see his weariness painted there in his body. You let him dry himself as you slipped into a pair of pyjamas, tossing him a pair of boxers as he stood there flushed and perfect.

"I kinda don't want to fall asleep just yet." He lamented, "I'm enjoying being pampered far too much."

You lowered him into the stool at your dresser, his hair still damp and sticking to his throat. You took your hairbrush and began teasing it through the locks. Careful to start at the bottom and work your way up. You always liked him best with his hair sleeked back. Pulling the brush through more deftly once it was tangle free. Seeing his lips part and his eyes close in the mirror as you continued to brush it back away from his face.

"I beg to differ, Mr. Sleepyhead." You replied quietly, kissing him softly on the crown of his head as you finished. "You need to catch some Z's."

You exchanged a loving glance through the glass. Relieved at not having to spend another night wrapped in blankets without him.

"I don't wanna close my eyes...I don't wanna fall asleep cos I'll miss you baby..." He crooned playfully, "And I don't wanna miss a thing..."

The dance you'd begun when he walked through the door was resumed as he swirled you across the bedroom. Sweet kisses on your neck and hands at the small of your back drew more waves of arousal from you as he laid you down on the bed.

"Far be it for me to deny you, my love, but I promise...if you just close your eyes...you won't miss a thing...I'll be right here."

You climbed under the blanket and held it open for him to slide in beside you. You never got bored of the way his body made you feel, you ached to slake that building throb. But you could see his eyelids grow heavy. Content to see what the morning would bring.

"Turn around." You instructed. "You get to be the little spoon tonight."

He was murmuring softly within minutes, your tender touch lilting him into dreams as you ran fingers through his hair. Humming quietly into his ear, something of the music you'd discussed that evening and something of your own choosing. Enough to deepen his breathing and lead him into a sleep that would nourish his soul.

You watched him for a few moments. Leaning up on your elbow, chest against his back. Marvelling at his beauty and serenity as he slept. Grateful you could be the remedy to his burdens.

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