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Sativa

Jake Kiszka // Female Reader

An evening with Jake ends with a sensual massage. But the way he positions himself inspires you to movements neither of you expected. He wants you to let go of all your inhibitions, weaving confidence into you like a sorcerer. Armed only with his charisma and a roll of Sativa. (Blurb)

Explicit sexual content. Mild drug use/ Dom to Sub Jake / Ass play / Anal / Scratching / Edging / Sex Toys / Spitting / Spanking / Rimming / Praise

He pulled the joint away from his mouth, letting plumes of smoke dance up his lip. He inhaled it back through his nose, savouring every last drop of the delicious vapour. Courting you to join him with a promise that it would make you feel good.

You already felt good. Being in Jakes sphere was insouciant, stepping into any room where he dwelled was like casting off the shackles of any predisposition to shyness. He peeled away your layers with subtle formality, which had soon given way to absolute hedonism.

"My back hurts." He complained, propped up on his side between ruined sheets. "Why don't you put those hands to good use?"

You were sitting with your legs crossed, nursing the joint between your middle and index finger in a little white cardigan and thong. Hair in disarray, your mascara smudged beyond all rectifying. Still in the reverb of his previous touch.

"What do you want, Jake?" You asked, always treading on the fringes of his intent.

He was smirking valiantly. Already rolling onto his stomach and tucking his arms up beneath an array of pillows. His hair spilled down his back, long and dark tendrils against pink, flushed skin. A pleased little hum escaping that expectant mouth.

"I want you to figure that one out for yourself tonight, my shy little peach." He said, turning his head to the side to reveal that strict jawline in all it's flexed glory. "Why don't you tell me what I want?"

The self effacing aspect of your personality often meant that Jake would lead you into your pleasure. His dominance and assurance consumed your timid little body until it shook with unrelenting effervescence. Leaving you covered in all manner of fluid and a sense of satisfaction you simply couldn't find elsewhere.

"I think Jakey wants a back rub." You surmised perfectly, gathering his hair in your hands and sweeping it onto the pillows to reveal the smooth textures of his flesh.

He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, tight fitting and hugging his ass like a sweet fabric kiss. You were always drawn to the curve of it, your eyes moving south whenever he walked away from you. Your attention wholly diverted, no matter the occasion.

You took a deep hit, pulling back on the joint until the embers glowed and the paper began to sizzle. Leaning it casually on the edge of the glass ashtray on the nightstand as your head began to swim. The Sativa always made you euphoric. It made you step out of your own head and Jake knew this. Feeling like you were entirely untethered to your own insecurities as you parted your legs and straddled them over his waist.

"You're in charge now, peachy girl."

A sly little smile made it's way to the corner of your mouth. Leaning your palms into the ridges of his spine. Running them up the length of his back, fingers reaching out to coil around his shoulders. The feel of his skin smooth and soft, the sound of his breathing shallowing with each blessed stroke.

You felt the weight of his pleasure in your hands. The way he closed his eyes and let you glide a tender, arousing touch across his flesh had you feeling a power which couldn't have been handed to you from anyone who didn't possess Jake's ability to know exactly what you needed. What he needed.

"What if I'm not as shy as you perceive me to be?" You asked, winding your hips so that your thong delicately rubbed against the small of his back.

That irrepressible smirk returned to his beautiful lips.

"It's remarkable to me that you haven't taken control before." He replied casually, opening one eye to catch you lingering above him with your cardigan wide open. "I see the way you desire to see me submit."

The corresponding throb was a compelling revelation. It radiated out from the tip of your clitoris and sent pulses through the rest of your nerve endings. The mere sight of him beneath you was tantalising enough to rouse you to action. The Sativa coursing through your veins now diluted by the audacity of this man and his absolute confidence that you could ruin him.

"You're the peach, now." You whispered, pressing your front flush to his back. "I'm going to use your body any way I please."

He let out a veritable hiss as you slid back up, painting lines of red across his pale skin as your nails sunk into the flesh and left their mark. You slid the cardigan off, determined to take full advantage of his gift wrapped vulnerability. Writhing against him, running pebbled nipples down the tracks your fingers had made.

"Are you hard for me, yet?" You enquired, his body pressed into the soft mattress.

He mumbled into the pillow. His voice a low, instinctual sound that could only murmur his responses. Full coherence was suppressed, and your visceral reaction to it was to slide your moistening pussy over the peak of his ass and drag the waistband of his boxer shorts along with it.

His cock caught against the pull as you tugged them down his thighs.

"Oh, you are hard..." You realised, feeling his body shudder as you let it naturally sit between his stomach and the bed.

You marvelled at him. Picking up the joint to inhale another rush of Sativa, blowing smoke across the valley of his spine. You couldn't help but commit to memory every little sinful thing he'd ever done to you under his spell, conjuring something equally as binding that would leave him quaking into the sheets.

A wicked grin began to form as you placed the joint back down, pleased with yourself as the voices began to whisper filthy encouragement. Subtle little echoes in your mind that usually spouted doubt. You let them win this time.

"You should know how much I love this ass." You began, kneading his cheeks like fresh dough and biting your lip at the sight of how perfectly pliant the flesh was. "It deserves some worship, don't you agree?"

Jake nodded. His shoulder blades flexing to reveal a ripple of muscle that made the drip between your thighs just a little more intense. You inhaled deeply, slipping your thong to the side before sliding your legs open a little wider. Hitching yourself up onto the peak of his ass cheeks, holding your balance with a firm grip of his hair.

You held it out of his face. Intent on looking at his mounting expressions as you began to wind your hips back and forth. Sweeping your salaciously wet cunt across the curve of him. Riding him, forcing him into the mattress with your ministrations.

"You like the way my pussy feels on your ass?" You asked the question knowing he couldn't speak. "You really are a fucking peach..."

You grinded down on it. Letting the softness of each cheek press against your swollen clit. Leaving a glistening sheen of your own wetness on his skin, painting him in your arousal. Dragging your lips down between the valley of his generous rump, you could feel his body start to shudder beneath you.

"Not yet, sweet boy...not yet." You crooned, curling more of his knotted hair into your fist, pulling his head back slightly. "You just keep rutting into those sheets for me..."

With every swift motion, his body jerked. His moans coming thicker and deeper, his cock rubbing unforgivingly against the bed as you shook him with your rise and fall. Gyrating your desire all over him, slipping over the swell of his ass with your undulating open and widely spread pussy.

"Does Jakey want to get fucked?"

You stilled long enough to watch his eyes widen. Holding his hair back, his face flush with a rosy hue and sweat drenching his jawline. You watched him swallow slowly. Letting his throat flex as he drew his gaze back to where you held him down.

"I'll fuck you so good, baby. Just let me get a taste." You almost begged, reversing the roles you'd so graciously stepped into.

He considered it. His face almost unreadable as you continued to slowly writhe against him. Leaning down so that your breasts were pushed up against his back. Your teeth nibbled at his ear lobe. Warm breath inhaling and exhaling in succession against the curve of his neck.

"Worship it, then..." He uttered, his words drawing your mouth around to his.

You placed a soft, placid kiss on his waiting lips. His consent feathered out in the way his tongue grazed against yours, inviting you in. Reminding you that he had handed over the reigns. That you were consuming him that night.

You gathered all your slick onto your fingers, running them down your slit and inching them inside yourself. Letting him feel your hand on yourself while kissing him into sweet oblivion. A moment of clarity before you would steal it from him.

"Breathe in." You instructed, feeling his body rise beneath you.

On his exhale, you slipped wet fingers between his cheeks. Searching for the sweetest of the gifts he had to give up to you. There you felt it, rippled and tight for the taking. At first you teased a little, prizing him open gently and slowly with delicate finger tips that just wanted to explore.

His face was a picture. Eyes closed and lips parted. Breathing shallow and barely audible moans seeping out from behind his teeth. His brow was furrowed, like it was the sweetest agony.

"More."

You were beholden to that word. His whisper setting off within you a tidal of want. You gently allowed your middle finger to slide within him. Initially, he clenched hard against it. The sensation new and raw, but not unpleasant. You felt it on the pull back, the way he wanted so much to let himself completely go.

"Relax." You whispered into his ear, "You feel so fucking good, I swear."

Leaning up, you were able to gauge the tension in his body. When you released your grip in his hair, he sighed. Letting his face turn into the sheets, groaning into them as you slid your pussy down his thigh. The sight of your hand there on him like that, fingers splayed inside him, you'd never felt more alive.

"This ass is mine now, I claim it." You said, easing another finger inside. "Every sweet peachy rounded inch of it."

He was nodding into the pillow. Moaning pitifully. His hips moving up and down in vain attempts to release the tension in his cock. You opened him up with your free hand, spitting onto his little cherry as you pumped your middle and index in and out of him.

"I can't..." He cried, his voice breaking, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets. "Oh God... I can't hold on..."

He needed something else. Something deeper, something that would bring him to completion in a way that he'd never arrived at before. You wanted him to recall this night in the depths of his dreams in years to come. To think of it and grow hard no matter the occasion. You wanted to own a part of his soul. The way he so unbearably owned yours.

"Simmer down." You hushed, pulling out your fingers at the moment he would have succumbed. "I want you on your knees for me. Can you do that?"

He was weakened. But eager to comply. His solid cock driving your throb into desperation to be penetrated as he positioned himself on his knees, palms flat on all fours, his hair fanned down his back like dark wings. The power you felt kneeling behind him flowed freely, realising that he trusted you completely.

The joint was almost spent, but you managed to reignite it and get it burning once more. Rubbing your line of pussy hair up against his crack, taking a languid drag and exhaling it down into the space between you. You leaned forward and placed it at his lips, letting him take a puff before you would pound him into absolute submission.

You almost wished that he knew what was about to come. As you made him wait, cock twitching and leaking, returning the joint to the ash tray and rifling around in your nightstand drawer.

"I can't take much more of this." He complained, raising his head to meet the fire in your gaze.

He was met with an almighty slap. It made the most pleasing sound as the flat of your palm met his bouncy little cheek. You could see the redness raised already, his body tensed as you admonished him.

"My reverence is not for you to complain about." You said, punishing him with a hard squeeze that made him flinch. "You'll take it however I see fit to give it. Won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, coyly smirking as you fished out the thing you were searching for.

"And besides..." You added, pulling out a phallic device that was pink and veiny, "You're going to cum so hard I'll never be able to wash these sheets. And you don't want to miss out on that, do you?"

Jakes eyes scanned the thing in your hand. Your vibrator. Perfectly shaped like a pretty cock, down to the girthy shaft and the intimidating shape of the head.

"You're going to fuck me, with that?" He swallowed hard, watching you playfully slide it across your mouth.

"It's always intimidating the first time." You mused. "When you don't know if it'll hurt. You don't know how something so big can feel so fucking good. You're afraid. And even though you know, on some subconscious level, that it'll satisfy you... You're still left wondering how."

You placated him with another sweet kiss. Running the tip down his back and rounding it through his ass cheeks, brushing it against his ripe hole.

"Tell me to stop and I will." You allowed, bringing it down even further, stroking the length of his aching cock with it.

His curiosity would always best him. You could see the way he weighed up the proposition. The way he wanted it but would stand on the periphery of the decision until he could scarcely stop himself from forcing it. The belly of the beast was rumbling. He wanted to get fucked and he wanted it nasty. But he'd never known how to ask for it.

"No, no..." He protested, licking his lips in anticipation. "Fuck me with it. Hard."

There didn't need to be any more stimulation. He was already vibrating on the highest level. The salt of the sweat on his lips was there for you to taste as you left him trembling. You could feel him sanctify himself in the sin of it, his body was yours for the taking. Sweet Jacob. Giving himself so freely was turning you on so absolutely that you almost abandoned the idea of it just to crawl beneath him and have him fill you up with that burgeoning cum.

How could you do that to him, though? To leave him wanting like that? Even as you parted his cheeks, you could feel how badly he ached for it. Needed it. And the sight was enough to lay waste to your own pangs of desire. You got down on your knees for him, too.

He bucked at the sensation of your saliva coating him. How needy it looked, a perfect tightness as you watched it twitch. You leaned in, railing your tongue over it, making him moan so loudly it was like angels descended from heaven. You spat on it and licked it around, sucked on it and made him quiver under your mouth. Lapping his asshole like a cherry dessert.

His pre-cum was dripping down his shaft. You gathered it up, using it to your advantage. Your juice and his, your mouth moving it around his little cleft. Emboldened by the sounds he was making. Masculine moans. Perfectly pitched. Fuelling you.

"Oh fuck, Jake..." You chimed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "You make me want to ruin your ass, you sound so fucking good..."

He couldn't do anything else but beg. "Fuck me, little peach. Go on...I want you to."

You gripped the vibrator at the base. Careful to inch it slowly. His ass was positively saturated, you gave the pretty pink tip an errant lick before pushing it against his waiting door.

"There you go, Jakey." You soothed, letting it slide inside him. "How does that feel?"

A low, gut wrenching sound escaped his lips. Like an animal baring it's teeth. He reached up and took his cock in his hand as you bottomed out. All of it making you tantalising closer to your own orgasm. Rooted to the spot as you pulled it back out, watching the drag of his ass hole, keeping it lubricated with spit as you shoved it back in, just a little bit harder.

"Feels fucking amazing." He growled, jerking himself off to the beat of your thrusts. "Damn, you know how to fuck me so good with that."

You couldn't help yourself. Nor did you want to stop it from happening precisely the way you'd imagined it. Your hand moving viciously. Fucking him so hard the bed shook, and he lilted down onto his forearm as he worked himself up into a frenzy. Taking his pounding so well you couldn't help but verbally praise him.

"Fucking take it..." You ordered, smoothing down his hair with your free hand so that you could see the adoration of you on his face. "Look at you, taking it so fucking well..."

He was close. The way he looked at you, that sweet agony intensifying, you punched the vibrator inside him so hard he wailed a battle cry that was pleasure personified. He came so hard, so meticulously. Spurting into the sheet, his hand wrapped around his cock until it was pumped to completion. Breathing so hard it was like he'd rutted himself into a state so heightened he could barely breathe.

You held him close as he calmed. "Hold still."

You flicked the vibrator to life. The whirring buzz filling the silence where Jakes laboured breath lingered. He shuddered at the feeling of it. His cum still dripping off the tip of his softening cock. You pulled it out a little slowly, letting the tip remain inside him while you straddled the part of it that was hanging out. Clenching it between your thighs, letting it sit against your begging clit.

You rubbed yourself against it, letting him hold it there for you. Moving yourself against the part of the shaft that you could feel. Your body against his, hands on his hips as if you were fucking him doggystyle.

You let him know when you were about to cum. Signalling it with a grip so tight you left bruises. The orgasm lashing you in a wave so abundantly high it crashed down with a force so mighty it made you fall back, giggling as he removed the vibrator himself.

All his submission gone, you could see him smugly return to the dominating man you had come to know. He tossed the vibrator onto the nightstand and picked up the now dead joint. Laying there naked and satisfied, a newly formed secret between the two of you planting seeds that existed in subtle looks you exchanged from either side of the bed.

"Dare I ask where that smutty little finish came from?" He asked, picking up his rolling papers to create a fresh smoke.

You shrugged. Inhaling the scent of sex, letting your thong drift back over your core. Nuzzling into the curve of his arm as you watched him roll.

"I told you." You sighed, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I'm not as shy as you perceive me to be."

The End.

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I just know Josh would say his silly little “better than sex” phrase when you scratch the shaven sides of his jullet

A bit of fluffball Josh with his yellow floral jumpsuit for today <3

Make Me Your Master | Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI semi-public sex, oral sex (f. Receiving), Male Sub, Fem. Dom, guided masturbation, dirty talk, graphic descriptions of sex, face sitting, pet names, orgasm denial. JOSH SUB. CHAIN HARNESS. Josh titty sucking :)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: Whew! It's been a while! This was super fun to write! I wanted this dynamic to seem real, and less like a typically overworked sub/dom relationship. I feel like Josh would express his submission most in his worship of his partner, doing whatever he needs to to please them.

Summary: Damn, damn damn his stylists to hell! Who in their right mind would dress Josh in a harness, let alone one made of chains. Hell, they barely dressed him at all. You couldn't take it. You had to do something about it. Now.

You felt like an exaggerated cartoon character staring at him like you were–like if you dared to look for much longer, everyone would see the drool slipping out from between your lips and down your chin. Coming back to your senses, you cleared your throat and straightened your stance, choosing to lean against the nearest wall as the band’s stylists worked on Josh’s newest outfit for their upcoming music video. They pulled on the already-taut chains that contoured his chest and back so beautifully, adjusting them even tighter so that they would sit securely against his skin. From where you stood, you could see the metal pushing into the softness of his chest, creating noticeable divots. The sight shot blood pumping through your lower body. As a result, heat exploded up your neck and into your cheeks. 

“Are you listening?” You heard someone say distantly, but the words didn’t instantly make sense to you. “Y/n. Babe. Hey.” It was Josh who spoke, stepping forward toward you. 

“Sorry, I just zoned out for a second,” you muttered while running your fingers through your hair, trying your best to casually play it off. 

“What do you think?” He asked, pulling his fingers up to his body, touching the chains and crystals that adorned his chest. “This shit is so tight.” He looked up at you waiting for your opinion. Fuck-It’s not tight enough, you thought. But I know how to fix that. “Is it too much?” He asked, turning to look in the closest mirror. Josh, you’re barely dressed, it’s not enough…you wanted to laugh. Your words were unusually sparse. “Yeah I think it’s too much,” he said, but you snapped out of your stupor to grab him back by his wrist. 

“No!” You said way too loudly. The stylists glanced up at you as they packed away their items. “I mean, it looks great on you,” you admitted, pulling him against you by his bare waist. You bit at your lip, grinning at him, hoping to God he’d read the room properly. “Possibly too good,” you added in a sultry tone, your fingers dancing upon the chains and gems that dangled just above his nipples. You let your gaze drop to your fingers, then raised it very slowly again, catching Josh watching your lips, his face relaxing, but his eyebrows raising with interest. He cleared his throat, looking around the room at the stylists and then back at you. Luckily, Danny had walked in before anything else had to be said. 

“Josh,” Danielle said, raising her chin as she addressed him. “We’re gonna work on Danny for a few minutes. We’ll call you to make final adjustments and then you can go home,” she said. “But don’t run too far away.” You silently slid your hand off of his chest and down to his hand, squeezing it firmly while she spoke. He squeezed your hand back in response, turning his chin just slightly to acknowledge that he understood your silent demand.

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, stepping closer to exit, but you took initiative and practically yanked him out of the dressing room, smiling at the stylists while they grinned back at you, knowing exactly what they had done to you. 

“They know,” Josh said as you pulled him into the hallway. 

“I don’t care,” you snipped, reaching up to his chest to loop your fingers craftily through the chains of his harness, pulling him in for a needy and lustful kiss. He reciprocated instantly, his hands resting softly on your hips as you took charge of what you wanted. 

“Not in the hallway,” He said, evading your lips momentarily to look further down the hall, watching as crew members drifted between rooms. You let him lead you to a new room, his fingers pawing at every doorknob, cursing when they were locked. He pulled another and it opened, the first successful attempt for privacy. Your eyes flitted behind you for a final moment before slipping into the room. Four walls enclosed around you, tighter than you had expected. As you flipped on the light, you realized that it was one of the stylist’s offices. 

“Fuck–” you cursed, reading name plaque on the desk. Jennifer Margera. “Well, Mrs. Margera, I’m so sorry.” You mumbled, turning to lock the door before pushing a layer of papers off of the table top. You turned Josh’s body so that he could sit on the edge of the desk. 

“Are you though?” Josh asked, getting comfortable in his assigned spot, a swath of flowy, cream-colored silk cloaked his scantily-clad body. You pulled at the softness of the fabric, using the tips of your fingers to delicately remove it. 

“Not in the slightest,” You admitted while you worked. “Arms up,” You commanded, tapping his bicep. He appeased you, lifting his arms above his head. Your eyes fell to the masculine crop of hair that grew under his arms, arousal growing between your legs. Josh had always turned you on. He could do it without uttering a single word, and the worst part was that he knew it. He could be masculine and dominant at times, telling you exactly what he wanted and showing you how he would get it–but at other times, his uniquely-feminine qualities would appear in the most intimate moments, the gentle curves of his body pairing with the strength of his muscles. The most sexually satisfying moments for you were ones when he would helplessly bend to your will, so desperate for your attention and touch that he’d do whatever he had to do to get it. 

“You like what they put me in, don’t you Mama?” He asked, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward. Normally you’d roll your eyes at his use of the nickname, but in the moment, you took it as a signal of submission. 

“You look incredible,” you said, tossing the material to the floor. Stepping in between his legs, your fingertips grazed slowly down his bare midriff. You lowered your eyes to watch his skin erupt all over with goosebumps. “What is it, Josh?” You asked, adding a sensuous quality to your voice. You lowered yourself slowly into a squat, placing your hands on his thighs. “What’s on your mind, baby?” you asked him. 

“My cock,” he said frankly, grinning. He’s proud of himself. 

“Isn’t that unfortunate,” You said, standing up and backing away. “Guess you’ll have to fix that yourself.”

“Y/n come on,” he said, standing up off of the desk. You charged forward. 

“Don’t you dare.” You took him into your grasp by his chains once again, pulling your face just in front of his, your lips hovering just above his. “You want me to fix it? You do what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?” You asked, looking at him intently. “I said,” You repeated once more, reaching your free hand down to firmly grip his cock. “Do you understand me?” 

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.” He said, his voice strained. 

“Yes, what?” You asked, skillfully using your thumb to rub along what you could feel of his shaft. 

“Y-Yes ma’am,” he said finally. You released your grip once you were satisfied. 

“Sit back down, I want to look at you.” He moved wordlessly to his previous position, sitting on the edge of the desk. “Now…” You said, stepping forward, your eyes skimming over his body. “Let me help move things along.” You reached for the waistband of the flowy white pants they had dressed him in, peeling them from his body, grateful when they slipped off into a pile on the floor. “Now aren’t these pretty,” you said, pulling at his silken underwear. “Pretty little panties,” you added, gleefully watching crimson flush wash upon his neck and into his face. You let them roll down his thighs and off of his legs, dropping them to the floor. 

“Touch yourself for me, baby boy,” you told him. “You look so pretty.” 

“T- touch myself?” He asked, his eyebrows raising. You weren’t so sure why he was suddenly so tentative. Maybe because you were giving him the direct order. 

“Need something to look at, honey?” You asked, offering a syrupy-sweet tone. You pulled at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head, and let it drop to the floor. “Tell me how you’d touch me, Josh. Tell me while you touch yourself.”

You watched as he took his semi-erect cock in his hand, beginning to stroke it slowly. His expression was beginning to relax as he watched you standing in front of him. He pressed his teeth down into his bottom lip for an extended moment before speaking. “I’d take your tits in my hands, and squeeze them, pinching your nipples between my fingers.” 

You took his cue, lifting your hands to remove your bra, dropping it into the heap on the floor. You wouldn’t tell him, but in this unfamiliar room, you felt more exposed than you usually would. It wouldn’t matter though, because the amount of arousal that flooded your system was far more potent than the distant worry that loomed about. You pulled your hands to your breasts, kneading them just as Josh would, pinching your nipples firmly between the knuckles of your fingers, letting him watch. “What next, baby boy?” You asked. He grinned at the name. You watched him fuck his hand, his thumb working against his rigid shaft, pressing in against his skin to add the right amount of friction. 

“I’d slip my hand down into your pants and finger your clit, just to get you going. Let me watch you do it this time, Mama.” He bit his bottom lip again, adjusting himself on the desk to rest on his inactive hand, his head tilting as he relaxed into pleasuring himself. 

“You want to watch me finger my clit?” You asked, echoing him. “I’d be happy to.” You brought four fingers to your lips, licking them before sliding them into your leggings and underwear, locating your clit easily. “And how would your fingers work, Josh?” You asked, taking a step or two forward closer to him. “How would you finger my pussy?” 

He raised an eyebrow, obviously enthused. “Usually it would be my tongue-fucking your clit, but since I can’t do that–”

You reached for his face, grabbing hold of his chin gruffly. “That’s not what I asked, pretty boy. Are you going to obey or are you going to be a smart ass?” You loved this act–of feeling in control, especially over Josh. At times he possessed such submissive qualities, that it was difficult to get through the day without daydreaming of instances exactly like this. 

“I’ll be good, I promise,” He said, grateful when you released your grip on him. He was still grinning, but that would change later when he’d beg to cum and you would do everything except appease him. 

“So, my little pet–answer the question. How would you finger my clit, hm?” You asked again. 

“I’d spin my fingers in slow circles around it.” He said, letting his mouth drop slightly open from the pleasure of touching himself. “I’d taste you, putting my fingers in my mouth.” You raised your eyebrows, your lips curling upward. You liked what he had to say. “You taste so good, Mama.” 

“What next?” you asked, doing as he had said, rolling spirals around your swelling clit. You pulled your fingertips out of your pants and inserted them into your mouth, tasting your own slick before bringing them back down. 

“Fuck–” he murmured under his breath, watching you with sagging eyelids. 

“You wish it were you, don’t you?” You asked him, chuckling softly. He nodded, licking his lips. 

“I can be nice,” You added, stepping forward and repeating the process again, pulling your fingers to his lips. “Open up.” You tapped his lips, stopping to slide your fingertips onto his tongue as he opened his mouth. “Suck on them.” He closed his lips around your fingers, his tongue working around them to taste you. His voice rumbled against your fingers as he hummed, immersing himself in the moment. You pulled them out of his mouth. 

“I want to see more. Please.” He said, his voice coming out in almost a whimper. 

“More? And how do you get more?” You asked, guiding him further. 

“Please take your pants off. And your panties. I need to see you. All of you.” His eyes sparkled with intensity, his voice pitching upward as he pleaded. 

“Mm, Good answer.” You reached for your leggings and underwear, pulling them down both at once, kicking them to the side with the other discarded clothing. “Let me help you see better.” Stepping around the desk, you pulled the chair out from underneath it and rolled it back around to rest in front of Josh. You lowered yourself upon it, spreading your legs wider for him to see. 

“But first, hands on your thighs.” 

“What?” He asked, confused. 

“Stop touching yourself. Put your hands on your thighs while you watch. If you slip up just once, we stop, get dressed and leave.”

“No, no, Mama. I’ll be a good boy, I swear.”  He gave in to submission, his hands releasing from his cock to rest flat on his thighs. You watched as his hardness throbbed and twitched almost involuntarily. It set you dripping.

“You’re such a good boy,” you said, returning your attention to yourself, smoothing your fingers over your belly and on down. “Speak to me baby. How would you like Mama to touch herself, hm? It’s all here for you.” 

“I would finger fuck you so well, Mama. I’d make sure you’d get whatever you want, especially with that beautiful clit of yours. I wish I was sucking on it right now.” You let your fingers slide back down in between your folds, feeling the increasing amount of slick coating your fingers. You pinched your middle fingers against your clit, squeezing your core muscles against the sensations that arose from the pressure.

“You know how to say exactly the right thing, my little prince. I’m practically dripping.” You spun slow spirals into your clit, biting your bottom lip as you scooched your lower body forward onto the chair, leaning backward so that he could see an unobstructed view of your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Mama. Let me touch you, please. I’ll do anything,” He said, his tone turning more insistent and whiny. 

“Anything?” You asked him, moving to insert a finger into your opening, curling upward. It was good, but not nearly as good as Josh would or could be. 

“Anything,” he swallowed. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. Your eyes traveled along the chains and crystals that adorned his bare chest, and you admired the way they pressed into his soft, supple, but strong physique. You let your gaze fall further until they landed between his legs, watching the tip of his cock drip, momentarily abandoned. 

“Tell me what you’d do.” You said, using your fingers to spread open your pussy, playfully inserting your fingers into your mouth, dripping wet saliva on them and returning them downward to please yourself. 

“I’d eat your pussy so good that I’d forget about my cock, Mama. I just want to make you feel good. I’d cum without touching myself, I just know it.” The way he spoke to you reminded you of a child begging for five extra minutes of playtime. You loved that he was trying to bargain with you in order to touch you. 

“Aw, poor thing,” you said. “You want to eat Mommy’s pussy so badly that you’d give up cumming just for a taste?” He nodded, eyeing you pleadingly, his eyes sparkling with hope that you’d give in. 

“On your knees.” You ordered, standing up, pushing the chair away from you, opening more space on the floor of the office. He moved from the desk quickly, getting in place on the carpet below you. He placed his hands back on his thighs for further instruction. The way he sat reminded you of an eager puppy dog, the way their eyes train on you, following your every move until you pay them the attention they’re owed. 

“I’ll give you a taste,” You told him. “Promise you’ll do a good job?” You asked, stepping forward to hover above him. The way he looked up at you spun your core in knots. 

“I’m only ever here to please you, to serve you,” he said, bringing his hands up to rest on your bare thighs. You let him touch you with no punishment—you’d be half-way conscious in a matter of moments anyway. You knew he’d leave you seizing against his face as he had so many times, and you would never get enough of it. 

“Then show me how well you serve your master,” you spoke, taking the final step forward, his face and neck inclining upward instantly to seamlessly connect with your body.

His tongue was strong but so gentle as he parted your folds for the first time, dragging it along your sensitive skin. You felt his facial hair scratching along the outer edges of your pussy, which only added to the ecstasy of having a man in between your legs—an extremely sexy man, who was submissively under your control, but effortlessly domineering when it came to fucking you. You could both pretend, and it would be fun in the moment, but you were foolish to believe that the man below you couldn’t make you cum in mere minutes. He held the power like a hidden ace, and you were very-well aware of it. He still let you play the game, enjoying the bratty names and power play. 

Josh pressed his face against you as you stood over him, and you grounded yourself, squatting lower so that gravity worked in your favor as he continued to eat your pussy. “Use your tongue,” you ordered. “So many girls watch you while you sing. They know you eat pussy well. Too bad they don’t have you between their legs.” You ground your pussy against his face, feeling his tongue working in wide loops against every surface. He took the risk of teasing your clit, avoiding contact for as long as he dared before flicking the strong tip of his tongue against it in fast spurts. In moments where it felt like you couldn’t take much more without cumming, he’d flee from your clit to lap up the juices that would collect at your entrance. You felt him humming against your skin as if you had prepared him a delicious meal to eat, his hot breath sweeping over your thighs when he’d come up gasping for air. 

“Fuck–” you moaned quietly, licking your lips as you processed the pleasure coursing though your body. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” He looked up at you with an almost innocent smile, his eyes sparkling with fervor as he licked his lips. 

“Am I doing a good job?” He asked you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and sides. You nodded quietly. 

“Keep going, baby. Do your job.” You said, trying your best to regain your authoritative demeanor. He was eager to please, his hands glued to your thighs as he spread them further apart, forcing you further down into the squat. 

“Don’t worry, Mama. Relax,” He told you. “I’ve got you.” He somehow read your mind, knowing that you’d feel self-conscious in this precarious, unbalanced position. Soon enough he’d have you teetering out of balance, the only thing keeping you upright being his strong arms. You breathed in deeply, letting him return to his pace. You felt him slip his tongue into your opening with no hesitation, fucking you with the tip as his fingers beared further into your skin. You let your back arch where you stood, squeezing your muscles against his face. He was an expert at this, and his confidence showed you that he knew it, too. You closed your eyes, reaching down to place your hands on his for a moment, showing him silent satisfaction. He removed one of his hands after a moment and brought it between your legs, inserting them into your opening, and moving his tongue back up to your swollen clit. 

“Jesus–fuck!” You hissed through your teeth, bringing your hands up to your tits, squeezing them in your hands, your nipples hard and erect against your palms. Josh had wrapped his free arm around your body, his hand splayed open against your ass and back as he pulled you firmly against his face. You felt his tongue and lips undulating wildly against your pussy, his fingers curling with abandon against your inner walls. Wet, sloppy noises filled the room, and you knew that they definitely could be heard in the hallway if someone were listening intently. “Oh my god!” You whimpered far too loudly, slamming your palm against your lips as you remembered where you were, the ecstasy flowing through your system far too immense for you to downplay any longer. 

Josh heaved a breath, coming up briefly for air. “Cum for me, Mama. Please cum all over my face. I want to taste you when you finish over my tongue.” His face was red with friction, his lips close to chafing. He didn’t care for an instant. His face would look completely fucked-out by the time he returned to the dressing room, but he didn’t care. He didn’t serve the stylists, only you. He wiped his lips casually before centering himself again underneath you, returning to your pulsing core. This time, he focused solely on your clit, using his agile tongue to flutter skillfully against the bud, sending your body climbing through a mountain-excursion, purposefully releasing his touch from you to pull you back down from the summit so that the very next time it would be even more intense. 

Your body quaked against your will, momentarily stealing with it most of your power over him. Josh was a submissive lover most of the time, but when it came to doing his job, he’d be sure to make you cum in ways you had never experienced with anyone else. He worked your pussy like it was a sacrament–something to be relished and celebrated, and you’d do nothing to stop him from doing exactly that. “Fuck-f–” you sputtered, feeling your hips beginning to buck instinctively, your body barreling toward the apex of climax. Your skin began to prickle with sweat from exertion and you felt your hair beginning to stick limply to your forehead and cheeks. “Josh! Josh–please–” You groaned in skittering gurgles that poured weakly from your throat. Your dominant tone had diminished to nothing, replaced with thin and pathetic whines that snatched away the demanding quality you had previously possessed. You knew that you’d regain power and composure, but you were too far gone in the moment to even consider it. 

Josh’s tongue moved faster and stronger than ever, his lips buzzing against your clit, his hands wrapped around your hips in a silent dare for you to move away from him. Your legs weakened above him, your thighs shuddering and squeezing tightly against his face. You collapsed forward on yourself, grateful for the strength of Josh’s grip on your body. You reached down, pulling and yanking at his hair, in a half hearted attempt for him to pull away from you, but he wouldn’t until he felt you finally cum–and even then, you knew he’d take his time lapping up the product of the orgasm, and you’d let him as a reward for a job well done. When he began to shake his head back and forth, his tongue contorting and flicking wildly, you knew you were done for. You finally let your eyes roll backward and you gave in to the torrent of sexual agony that roared through your entire body, leaving you to quiver pathetically above the one you had supposedly claimed was your subordinate. His tongue slowed, but he did not stop; instead, he moved lower to your entrance, lapping up and savoring the climax that leaked from you, diligent to not waste a single drop. 

“Holy fucking shit,” You said through a heaving sigh, pushing him away from you so that you could regain your breath. You had expected to see it, but you hadn’t prepared for the way he would look when he came up for air himself. The makeup that the stylists had applied was severely smudged–embarrassingly so. His face and lips were rubbed raw, and his hair had been pulled and yanked out of its styled appearance, making it impossible for anyone to not catch on to what had happened behind this closed door. 

“Oh my God, your face,” You chuckled, reaching for him as he rose from the floor. 

“I don’t care,” he said this time. “That was fucking worth it,” he grinned, pressing his lips together. “My lips are numb.” He said, pulling his thumb to swipe along his mouth. 

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you for your amazing work,” You said, walking him back to the desk. “Sit. Let me take care of you, Baby.” He wordlessly did as he was asked, sitting on the edge of the table, waiting for you. To your amazement, he was still hard between his legs. “You loved tasting me, didn’t you, hm?” You asked, reaching forward to hover your lips above his, surprising him by taking his cock in your hand. 

“I loved it so much,” He said lustfully, his gaze fixed on your lips as you increased the pressure of your hand against his cock. “Can I please kiss you?” He asked, his head tilting forward, drawn by some kind of magnetism. You appeased his request, letting him fall into your kiss easily, his head bobbing and tilting as you touched him. You parted from the kiss, lowering yourself in front of him. You were sure he was expecting a blow job, but you evaded that expectation by moving to his chest to suckle on his round, erect nipples. You made a show of flicking your eyes upward through your lashes as you fluttered the tip of your tongue against his hard nipple, eventually closing your mouth around it to suckle upon it. He groaned deeply, the sounds escaping his throat in deep, raspy strains. Josh let his head tip backward as he closed his eyes, his hands moving to rest upon your shoulders. 

“Josh! I know you’re in there,” someone almost shouted on the other side of the door as they knocked forcefully on it, sending you springing away from Josh. It was Danny. “They’ve been trying to call your phone for the last fifteen minutes. Finish up whatever you’re doing and come on.” 

“Fuck,” You whispered dejectedly, reaching for his clothing. 

“It’s okay, Mama. To be continued…” he said, hopping off of the desk. 

“If you act right,” you said, with a wink. “You’ll just have to wait a little longer.” You bit your bottom lip, scheming up ideas for how you’d tease him until you’d finally give him his well-earned reward. 

End of Part 1.

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Ok. Mild subby Josh thoughts. Imagine being out at a bar. He’s sitting on a stool and you’re standing between his legs and talking into his ear because the music is really loud. You don’t even notice that your hand is resting on his throat until he starts to squirm. You look down at him and he stares up at you with a sweet blush on his cheeks and a dazed look in his eyes.

Oh, I would not be able to resist.

"Did you like that?" As you trail a hand up his leg, feeling him half-hard in pants and he gulps. "And in public, Josh.... tsk tsk." You smirk against his ear as you feel him stiffen.

Josh drew this…..

Sub!Josh my Beloved, goddamn

🥳Han’s Midnight

Thoughts🥳

This is quite literally a filthy sub!Josh fic idea that I cannot make into an entire fic bc I have 2 Josh fics in the swamp as we speak. SUPER SMUT IMMEDIATELY BELOW THE CUT; MINORS DNI.

Okay but what if Josh made this face when you made him cum?

What if you started out sucking his cock while he ate your pussy at the same time?

What if you started off slow, just softly gliding your tongue from the very tip of his head all the way down to the start of his balls and back again? What if you went so slowly it was torturous? What then?

What if after doing this a few times, you felt him twitch against your tongue while he moaned into your heat? What if you got so turned on at the sounds he made that you took his whole length in your throat and swallowed it?

What if you did that a second time?

A third?

What if every single time your throat closed around him, he whimpered, never letting your pussy leave his mouth?

What if you involuntarily clenched your walls around his tongue every time you swallowed him? What if he responded by pulling you further into his mouth? What if you started taking him faster?

What if he broke the suction he’d created on your clit to moan louder than he had been? What if he whined as you took him faster and faster down your throat? What if he cinched his brows and said, “Ohhhh god, mama. Please.” What then?

What if you increased your pace still? What if he tried to keep eating your pussy but couldn’t because his breath kept getting stuck in his throat? What if all he could manage was a stray lick or two at a time before he gasped again?

What if he got so close to cumming down your throat that when you felt him squeeze your ass that rested in his face, you felt his hands trembling?

What if the second that he was on the tip of his cusp, you stopped? What if you swung your legs to one side of him and turned yourself around to face him? What if you let his cock slip from between your lips and watched it throb against his stomach while you sat at his feet?

What if you watched his eyes grow wide as he realized what was happening? What if his mouth sat agape as he gazed at you?

What if the shocked look in his eyes turned immediately into pleading?

Begging?

What if he was willing to do absolutely anything you wanted if you’d just finish him?

What if he told you that? What if he begged for you?

What if between heavy breaths he begged you to ride him? What if he told you that he needed to be inside of you? What if he told you that all he wanted was to cum inside your perfect pussy?

What if the second that you had taken half his length, his hips bucked up into yours hard enough for his balls to make contact with your ass because he couldn’t wait any longer? What if as soon as he bottomed out, a beautiful, thick cry pushed itself up from his chest and out past his perfectly wet lips?

What if as you continually bounced harder and faster on his cock, he continued to meet your hips in the middle, slamming himself up into your core the smallest bit further? What if his hands conformed to the shape of your hips, sternly holding you in place? What if he let out a sharp exhale each time your skin met, leaving him to inhale ragged breaths in between?

What if as you pressed on, you watched his mouth change from hanging slack to having his teeth clenched and his brows scrunched as tight as they would go? What if you felt his legs start to shake under you as you sank down on his cock again and again?

What if you felt his hips stutter as hot sweat beaded on his forehead? What if his grip on your hips grew impossibly tighter? What if he cried out through clenched teeth as he released into the depths of your core, an absolutely seething expression on his face? What if every muscle in his body stayed tightened until you’d ridden him through the longest orgasm you’d given him to date?

What if?

What then?

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We need more sub Josh fics around here omggg

Temperance

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! M (s) female (d). kissing, name calling, cursing, praise, slapping, slight degradation, ending, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, toy use, anal play, anal fingering,

“Please-fuck! Please,” Josh wined, bucking his hips up, trying to chase the feeling that you were now pulling away from him. The sound of the metal restraints clinking against the bed frame that were at either side of his head, making a smirk form across your face. 

“Something you want, baby?” you asked him in a seductive tone while bringing your thumb to the tip of his cock, wiping away the precum that was beaded there. Josh let out a whine and threw his head back into the pillow. 

You had been torturing him for hours. Letting him come so close and then ripping that feeling away from him without any hesitation. The first two or three times you could tell he was getting a kick out of it, a cocky smirk plastered on his face while he enjoyed the sight of you teasing his cock. Now, he had turned into a whining mess, begging, and pleading for you to make him cum. His chest now rose and fell heavily with each shuddering breath he took, and his soft curls now stuck to his forehead as a layer of sweat now glistened across his naked skin. 

Each round was different, you had started off soft and easy, lightly dancing your fingertips across his stomach and up his thighs. He looked down at you watching while he leaned his head against the pillow. His eyes darted back and forth from your face and then to your hand, watching while you slowly dragged it along his skin. You would giggle when you saw his muscles jump as your fingers danced over a sensitive spot and when you brought your eyes up to look at him you could see his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You had slowly worked up an easy going pace, teasing him with your hand and then with your mouth. The sight of him looking down at you while you took his cock into his mouth was a sight to behold. Josh’s brows were knit tightly together with his mouth parted in the perfect ‘o’. You could tell he was trying to refrain from bucking his hips up to fuck into your mouth by the way his thighs twitched underneath you. 

When you found him getting closer, alerted by his soft moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth, you pulled away. Josh would whine and shoot his body forward, the clicking of the metal restraints telling you just how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you to pull you back to him. The muscles in his jaw flexed while he threw his head back down on the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky deep breath before opening them and staring back at you. You could tell he was a complete mess, but he was trying his hardest to remain composed the best way he could. 

Josh swallowed thickly and took in another deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. “Please mama,” he mumbled, his soft honey-colored eyes pleading with you to give in for just a moment. 

“What baby? Tell me what you want,” you cooed, rubbing the palm of one of your hands up his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Josh looked down at you and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Wanna cum,” he mumbled. 

“Hm?” you asked, gently licking your tongue over the tip of his cock. Josh shuddered and let out a soft groan, arching his back and slowly rolling his body towards you. 

“Fuck! Let me fucking cum!” Josh hissed, losing his composure. The look he shot you would normally have made you freeze in your tracks but given the position he was in you knew for a fact he could do nothing about it. 

You looked back at Josh and shot him a glare of your own, while you clicked your tongue. “That wasn’t very nice Joshy,” you replied back, pushing yourself up from where you were laying between his legs to now sit back on your heels. 

Josh’s behavior immediately changed, and you watched him soften his face, his doe eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m sorry mama, I promise I won’t do it again. Just come back,” he pleaded. 

You pushed yourself off the bed, looking at Josh to see him looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You gave him a soft smile which he returned but you could still see the wheels turning in his head while he tried to gather what you were planning. 

You stepped over to the side of the bed and reached a hand out and stroked the top of his cheek. Josh turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You know you’re very pretty like this…fucked out and begging while your cock twitches and leaks for me,” you coo, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Josh sucks in a breath and watches your finger while it comes to a halt right below his belly button only a few inches away from his cock. Your eyes stay fixated on his face, watching his reaction but out of the corner of your eye you can see his dick bob up and down, eliciting just the reaction you were hoping for. The tip of his cock is covered in his own arousal. When you see it twitch, you also see the thin string that connects it from the tip of his cock to where it rests along his abdomen. 

Josh notices the sudden softness in your voice and perks his head, a small gleam of hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” he breathed breathlessly, “you think so?” 

You bite your lip and hum out a response of approval while removing your hand from his abdomen to brush away the loose strands of hair that now stuck to his forehead. “Of course, I do…,” you say, giving a soft smile, “But.”

You watch Josh’s demeaned change suddenly at your words and see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. “But?” Josh mumbles. 

You comb your fingers through his untamed curls and then grip him at the root, tugging so he’s forced to tilt his chin upward. “But you haven’t been behaving nicely and we can’t just let that slide now, can we?” 

Josh’s let’s out a small groan when you tug at his hair, but you can tell he secretly enjoys it by the way his cock twitches below him. “No,” Josh whines, “we can’t.”

You smile down at him and move your face close to his and press a soft kiss to his lips before releasing your grip on his hair. Josh moans into the kiss and you once again hear the restraints rattle. 

Stepping away from the kiss, you turn around and walk over to the dresser. “W-what are you doing mama?” Josh asks, his voice sparking curiosity. 

You pull open one of the drawers and begin to rummage around, searching for the one thing you had set your mind on. You push away a pair of socks in the back of the drawer, revealing the item you had been searching for. You smirk and grab ahold of it and then turn back to face Josh. 

Josh looks at you and then quickly glances at the item in your hands. In your hand was a fleshlight you knew Josh kept hidden in the back of the dresser. “Fuck mama, you’re gonna fuckin kill me,” Josh sighs, pressing his head back against the pillow. 

A smirk pulls at your face, and you start to walk over to the bed, opening the drawer to the nightstand. You quickly find the bottle of lube laying inside the drawer and pull it out. “You think you can handle it?

Josh swallows and looks back at the toy in your hand. You can see his breathing start to pick up again and you know you’ve piqued his interest.

“Yeah, yeah I can,” Josh rushed out quickly. You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, wondering if he would truly be able to handle it. 

“You gonna be a good boy?” you ask, opening up the lube and squirting some of it inside the toy. Josh lets out a soft whimper and quickly nods his head. 

“P-promise mama. I’ll be so fucking good,” he rushed out, seeming rather eager at the idea of you using his toy on him. 

You finish squirting the lube into the toy and then dip your middle and index finger into it, spreading the liquid around to coat the inside of it. “Fine,” you say, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and then proceeding to climb on it. You swung a leg over the top of him, position yourself a little lower on his thighs as you straddled him.

“But” you say, grabbing hold of the base of his cock, hovering the toy right above his tip. “You can’t fucking cum.” And with that, you press the toy down, agonizingly slow onto his tip.

“Fuck, fuck,” Josh groans, trying his best to steady his body that had already began to shudder. He thrashed his head from side to side, closing his eyes for a brief second while he desperately tried to fight against his body’s reactions. His thighs twitched beneath you, and you could feel the slight rock of his hips as he tried to buck them up. You placed your free hand on the side of his hip, pushing it back down into the mattress. “Uh-uh, you know better.”

Josh took in a deep breath, his eyes still shut. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat and with each breath he took, you could see his chest now rising and falling at a slow and steady rhythm. 

“There you go baby,” you cooed while slowly pushing the toy all the way down onto him. Josh’s mouth parted and a breathy moan pushed past his lips. You bit your lip and watched Josh while you began a slow and steady rhythm over him. His head was turned to the side, highlighting his strong nose and the tops of his cheeks which were now flushed with a light shade of pink. His eyes were still shut which made you turn your attention to his long dark lashes that touched the very top of his rosy cheeks. He always looked beautiful but seeing him like this was your favorite. 

Josh let out soft moans and whimpers while you continued to glide the toy over him. His hands that were restrained at his sides were bawled into loose fists, riding out the wave of pleasure that now coursed through his body. 

“Open your eyes for me. Want you to watch while I fuck you,” you whispered. Josh slowly opened his eyes, looking at your face with lids lowered halfway making him look completely fucked out. You peered back at him with a small grin but then found yourself letting out a low groan as you watched his eyes flick down to your hand that was slowly moving the toy over him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth which made you glance at the small gap between his front teeth. Josh let out a soft groan, leaning his whole body back against the pillow as he fully submerged himself in his own pleasure.

A cocky grin startled to tug at the corner of Josh’s mouth now knowing the effects he was now starting to place on you. You had to give it to him, even though he was in no place to try and provoke or challenge you, he always knew the best way to get yourself riled up even if your attention was fully placed on him. 

“Watch it,” you hissed, breaking up the slow rhythm by slamming the toy all the way down on him and holding it still so he was buried inside. Josh lurched forward but then was quickly pulled back by the restraints. His brows were knitted tightly together, and his jaw was loose, letting a moan escape past them. 

“Fuck mama!” he grunted, pushing his hips up against the toy, burying himself further into the soft, silky walls of the toy. This time, you didn’t try and push his hips back down and let him chase it, knowing you soon were going to rip it away. 

“Yeah?” you quipped, cocking a brow at him while you slowly pulled the toy off of him and plunged it back down. Josh let out a hoarse moan from deep in his chest and nodded his head slowly while darting his eyes back and forth from your face to the toy. 

“Good,” you said and began a steady pace over him. Now the room was filled with Josh’s cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds that came from the toy each time you plunged it down on him. 

You let yourself watch, your eyes casting down to watch your fist gripping the toy as you worked it over him. Each time you pulled the toy upward, you could see the sticky mess that was created, clinging to the base of his cock and slowly dripped down to cover his balls. You felt your own lids get heavy with lust seeing the sight before you. “God, you’re a fucking mess,” you muttered. 

Josh met your eyes and slowly nodded while pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth. “I know mama," he panted, “you always make such a mess out of me.”

A soft groan left you and you flicked your eyes back down to watch. You kept the same steady rhythm over him and let your free hand start to rub against his thigh, squeezing and kneading at the firm muscle. You shifted yourself further back on his thighs, so you now were sitting just above his knee. 

With each pass of your hand, you let it come higher and higher. This time when you slid it back up, you let your thumb graze the side of his balls. Josh let out a groan, his eyes finding yours. You saw the enticing gleam in his eye, which made your blood start to rush with excitement. 

You slowly started to move your hand over and softly cupped his balls in your hand. Josh let out a moan and arched his back which only made him press himself further into your hand the toy that you were still working over him. You started to roll them around in your hand and you watched Josh’s reaction. 

He was a panting and whining mess with his chest now rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm unlike before. You could tell he was getting more and more worked up, but you weren’t quite done teasing him and the both of you knew it. 

Josh closed his eyes for a moment and rolled his neck, the veins on the side of his neck poking out a bit while he took in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes and stared at you. His pupils were blown completely wide and the warm brightness that was usually held in his eyes was completely stripped away. “Please,” he muttered, his bottom lip hanging down a bit letting you see the saliva that coated it while his eyes pouring into you desperately pleading with you. 

“Please what?” you asked nonchalantly, pretending you didn’t have an idea as to what he was asking for. You cupped his balls a bit harder which made him flare his nostrils a bit and his eyes roll backwards. He shut his eyes for a second before he shook his head from side to side, clearing his clouded mind. His eyes locked back with yours and you watched as he tilted his head down a bit to further catch your eyes. God he always looked so good when he was begging…

“You know what I want, baby,” he whispered. 

“You’re right…I do know,” you hummed back to him. Your eyes then darted to the side, glancing at the bottle of lube resting next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and you watched as his own danced around your face, trying to figure out if you were truly going to give him what he wanted. 

You let out a sigh and nodded. “You have been really good for me….,” you replied, and you instantly saw Josh’s eyes grow wide with excitement. “But. I swear to God you better not fucking cum Josh,” you said through gritted teeth.

Josh quickly nodded, “I won’t, I promise I won’t,” Josh rushed out. You nodded and let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled your hands away from, keeping the toy on him as it laid against his stomach.  You reached to the side of you, grabbing the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You gently shook the bottle and then squeezed the clear liquid onto your pointer and middle fingers. 

You closed the bottle and tossed it aside as you began to spread the lube over your fingers by letting them rub against the pad of your thumb. When you looked back at Josh, you saw him looking back at you staring intently at what you were doing. You reached forward and took the toy back in your grasp, making Josh shudder ever so slightly. 

You started to move the toy back over him, picking back up the steady pace you were using before. You let your other hand move downward, grazing over the top of his balls before continuing their decent lower. Your middle finger was the first to make contact with his entrance and you slowly started to swirl your finger around it. Josh let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips up, making your finger slide over him again. 

“Yeah? Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked in a soft voice, slowly adding more pressure as you continued to swirl your finger around him. All Josh could do was respond with a nod of his head, too far gone by the feeling of you moving the toy on him and the added feeling of your finger as it swirled at his entrance. 

You wanted to catch him off guard, so you suddenly started to move the toy over him quickly which made him curse loudly and thrash his body around. You continued to work over him and when he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a loud groan, you slipped your finger inside of him. 

Josh’s breath was caught in his chest and his eyes quickly flew open and settled on you. “O-oh fuck,” he moaned, lifting his hips up to meet the rhythm of the toy as you pressed it down on him. You slowed the rhythm of the toy down just a bit and began to slide your finger in and out of Josh. 

Again, the sound of the restraint clinking drew your attention to them, and you watched one of Josh’s bawled fists flex outward before he pressed it back into a tight fist. You continued your movements with your eyes fixated on every part of him. You had done this so many times that you now knew exactly how to calculate when he would tip over the edge. 

The slight twitch of the muscle in his abdomen alerted you along with his now staggered breathing. You began to toe the line, switching up the rhythm of the toy and seeing just how long you could drag it out. Josh started to whine, and his shaky breaths told you just how close he was. 

“Don’t you fucking do it,” you hissed through your teeth, flashing him a stern look. Josh swallowed thickly and nodded his head. You held his eye contact and curled your finger upward. Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he turned his face to the side and bit down on his bicep to stifle his moan. 

“Mama please I-I can’t,” Josh whimpered. You let out a sigh and slowly pulled the toy off of him but kept your finger inserted in him. 

“Fine,” you said, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You knew even without the toy; he would still be just as close with your finger pumping inside of him. You started to pump into him with a steady rhythm watching his face and chest now become covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the light. 

You slid your finger out of him, rubbing a small circle over his entrance and then added your other finger and pushed into him. Josh let out a deep moan and threw his head back while you began to work both of your fingers in him. 

“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” he moaned. 

“I know baby fuck- you look so fucking good,” you hummed back, taking in the sight of him completely losing control over himself. 

When you start to pump your fingers faster into him, you could tell that he was starting to teeter over that edge again. You didn’t let up your movements though, you continued at the same pace not giving into him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh moaned, trashing his head to the side. You watched as his dick started to twitch and the muscle in his stomach started to tighten. “Mama, I-I’m gonna cum. Can I please fucking cum?”

You shook your head and continued to pump your fingers. “No Joshy, not just yet.”

“Baby- ah fuck! Please!” Josh cried. 

“Don’t you fucking do it Josh,” you hissed. Josh tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths, but you knew it was no good. You curled both of your fingers which made him cry out and then pulled your fingers out of him, but it was too late. 

Josh cock started to twitch, and you watched as his cum spurted from his tip and coated his stomach. Josh’s head was thrown back against the pillow, his Adam's apple on full display. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his damp forehead against the inside of his bicep before he turned to you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, and you watched as they softened and looked at you apologetically. 

You took in a deep breath, turning your head to the side and clicking your tongue against your teeth. “Thought you promised me you wouldn’t?”

“Mama please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I-I just…fuck it felt so good,” Josh stuttered out, trying to regain control of his breathing. 

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case,” you chirped out, “Then it’s fine,” you said with a warm smile. 

Josh frowned; a look of confusion come over his face. “Wait really?” Josh asked, letting a relieved sigh follow him. 

“No,” you said sternly. You immediately reached for his cock and grasped it firmly in your hand. Josh let out a whine and when you swiped your thumb over his tip, he bucked his hips up and cursed at you. “Still a bit sensitive?”

“Mmm, yes mama,” Josh breathed out, “very sensitive.”

“Too bad,” you said and then started to stroke his cock quickly. The combination of the lube that was still left on his cock and the cum that coated the tip of his cock, made your hand slide over him with ease. 

Josh’s breathing picked up again and his whole body seemed to twitch beneath you. His hands yanked hard against the restraints, and you could see the veins on the tops of his hands and arms poke out. “Fucking christ! Fuck you!” Josh hissed. 

You clenched your jaw and when you stroked him upward again, squeezed ever so slightly on his tip. You leaned forward, your face hovering right over his. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Josh’s eyes held yours and you saw him glare at you. “I said…fuck yo-”. He was immediately cut off by you bringing your hand up and delivering a sharp smack to the side of his face. Josh’s head turned to the side, and you watched him push his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could tell that your sudden reaction had secretly turned him on by the way his cock twitched in your hand.”

“Fucking brat! God! And you were doing so well,” you said, clicking your tongue against your teeth. Josh let out a deep sigh, but you could see the corner of his lip twitching as he forced away a smile. You did the same and pressed a soft kiss to his nose before straightening yourself back up over top of him. 

You continued to stroke your hand over him, and you watched his eyes slip shut. It wasn’t long before he started to shake again, still riding the wave of his first orgasm. “Fuck mama, I’m so fucking close,” Josh whined. 

“Good baby good,” you whispered softly, sliding your hand up his shaft and twisting your wrist once you got to his tip. 

“Fuck! Can I? Can I please cum,” Josh pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. You battled it around in your head, but you knew you had put him through enough tonight. When you slowly nodded your head, you watched as relief flooded over his face. 

You picked up your pace again and when Josh started to shake you slipped your other hand down and pushed your finger back into him. “Cum for me,” you said, curling your finger upward. 

That was all he needed before he came completely undone, cumming harder than he had the first time. He squirmed beneath you, his legs shaking, and cock twitching as warm spurts added to the mess that he had already made on his stomach. You let out a hum of approval and slowed both of your hands, steadying them. Josh laid there panting before you, soft moans slipping past him while he rode out the length of his orgasm. 

When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes back up and gave you a toothy grin. You smiled back, pulling both of your hands away from him. You scooted yourself higher over him and leaned yourself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you let your face hover only a few inches away from his. “So good baby,” you said, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sweat that was beaded at his forehead. 

Josh let out a deep sigh, his face now looking completely relaxed as a wall of exhaustion now hit him. “You know I love you, but can you please get these off of my hands,” Josh said with a slight chuckle. You chuckled back and nodded, leaning yourself up while you started to undo the restraints.

Once they were off of his wrist, his hands immediately grabbed onto you, holding you close to him. His hands slid up and down your sides, softly gliding along the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft him, sinking into the feeling of his gentle touches. 

“You made quite a mess,” you said, glancing down to his stomach. Josh chuckled and followed your gaze. 

“Guess I did.”

“Shouldn’t be too pleased with yourself, didn’t even tell you that you could the first time,” you said, cocking a brow but now hiding the smile that was on your face. 

“I know baby I know but fuck…you know I love your hands. They feel so good.”

You smiled at him and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, trust me I know…”

“Won’t happen again I promise,” Josh said softly, grinning back at you. 

“You say that but we both know how you are…you and that fucking temper of yours. So impatient,” you quipped back, pressing a kiss to the top of his cheek. Josh blushed a bit and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah...I know. Now…let me take care of you,” Josh said and grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you now were on your back with him hovering between your legs. 

“Oh!” you said, raising your eyebrows while you looked up at him. 

Josh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hands up mama…it’s your turn now.” 

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Hand kink nation... we have been fed.

Locked Out - Sam Kiszka

A/N: I took some wonderful asks over for @jake-kiszkas-smirk . Thank you for entrusting me with these! Hope y’all enjoy! I think I’m finally getting back in my groove…! *knocks on wood* As always, I apologize for any errors that I may have missed!

WARNINGS: Cocky Sam... Sam being a lil brattier than the brat.

18+ content, minors please DNI! Teasing, biting, hair pulling, edging (M), overstimulation (F), oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex.

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You were sprawled out on the couch, a random comedy movie that you were hardly paying any attention to filling your living room with a comfortable noise.

You’d been working on a personal little art project for a couple of hours now, but decided to break for a bit to check your phone and give your hands a break, too.

Going through your notifications, you saw one from hours prior, letting you know that a package had been delivered; extra supplies that you needed for your project.

“Oh, shit!” Jumping up from the couch, you scrambled to your front door - just throwing on a little jacket and a pair of slip on vans.

You ran out of the house, pulling the door up behind you… that you didn’t know was locked.

Once you grabbed the package, you ran excitedly back up to your front door and placed the little package under your arm.

Grabbing the doorknob, you froze in place when it didn’t turn.

“No… no no no no no,” you rambled frantically, going into an immediate state of panic.

You let the -thankfully not fragile- piece of mail fall from under your arm as you felt around your pockets for your phone. At least you had managed to bring that.

You immediately dialed your landlord’s number.

“Y/N? It’s awfully late. Everything okay?” He asked you, sounding tired and most likely in for the night.

“Listen, I know it’s late, but I just locked myself out of my house…” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to stay calm… ish.

“Oh, dear… I’m sorry, Y/N, I left to go out of town for the week… So I can’t come unlock it. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He sounded so genuine and concerned. “I can call Sam for you and you could crash at his place for the night? I can get a locksmith over sometime tomorrow.”

You scoffed at the offer, knowing for sure you’d rather lay out and sleep on your wooden porch swing and risk freezing.

“That a no?” He chuckled, sounding only slightly offended. “It’s really the only option I can offer, unless you happened to have left a window unlocked.”

“Now, that’s an idea,” you spoke, becoming hopeful. “I’ll climb through one of the windows.”

“Let me know how that works out. Good luck.”

You hung up the phone, jiggling the door handle once more just to be sure you weren’t just crazy.

Alas, you definitely were not.

You glanced around the front porch, knowing if any of the windows were miraculously unlocked - it wasn’t any of the ones up front.

Deciding that the Kitchen window was the only likely option, you made your way around the side of your house. Praying it was still open from a few nights back, when you had opened it to let out the smoke of a cooking mishap.

You were mentally thanking the universe that at least it was late and Everyone in your neighborhood of mostly elders were more than likely in bed.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled in annoyance, realization washing over you as you reached the window that you weren’t tall enough to reach it.

You ran around to the back porch, snatching a bucket from the step and carrying it back around to your kitchen window.

Placing it carefully, you stepped up on it and grabbed onto the ledge of the window for some sort of extra stability.

Just as you began trying to push it open, headlights lit up you and most of your surroundings - serving as an embarrassing spotlight.

And of course, it was Sam. The one person in the entire neighborhood that would be coming home so late - more than likely from a show.

The two of you had been neighbors for a few long years now. For whatever reason, you found his constant running around exhausting and annoying. You felt as though he never slowed down enough to really enjoy anything.

There were mutual feelings there of course. Sam was convinced you were stuck up and had not the slightest clue how to have a good time.

Both of you couldn’t be farther from the truth about one another, but one thing you both had in common was stubbornness.

Ultimately, that’s what kept either of you from seeing the other any other way, than what you’d let yourselves assume.

You didn’t even glance in his direction, hoping by some miracle that he didn’t see you. However, you knew all too well that your current position wasn’t exactly what one would call discreet.

“Got so bored you just decided to break into your own house!?” Sam called teasingly. “There’s better things to do, ya know?”

You closed your eyes in attempts to quell your growing anger, as his voice grew closer and the cold grass crunched under his converse.

“No, actually.” You bit quickly. “I got locked out on accident.”

“And your first course of action was to try and climb through your kitchen window?” Sam scoffed, as if it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard.

“How about you fuck off?” You snapped, flinging your hands in the air around you, almost losing your balance entirely. “Shit!-”

“Just come to my place, for fucks sake.” Sam offered through a huff as he threw his hands up to stable you. “You can chill there until the landlord can come open your door. It’s too cold for this horse shit.”

You glared at his hands, trying to ignore the tingle they left behind. “I’m very much fucking good.”

“Obviously you’re not.” Sam chided, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness.

“Well… He’s out of town and quite honestly-“ You placed your hands on your hips. -“I think I’d rather sleep out here in the cold, than step a single toe in your house.”

“Oh, really?” Sam chuckled in slight amusement.

You nodded “Yes.”

“Okay, then.”

Before you could even process what was happening, Sam was tossing you over his shoulder.

“wha- PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!” You screeched, stupidly trying to pry his fingers off of your legs. “Are you insane?!”

“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckled, tightening his grip as to not drop you. “And no, I’m not insane.”

“Samuel.”

“Y/N.” He mocked your firm tone and stopped in his tracks for a moment, just to listen to what you had to say.

“I told you,” You mumbled, dangling over his shoulder. “I would rather sleep out here and freeze.”

“Yeah, well, as much as you get on my nerves-“ Sam stopped mid sentence as he worked his way up the steps cautiously. “-that’s not happening on my watch.”

“Whatever. Just put me down?” Reluctantly, you agreed and wiggled around again in his arms. “My legs do fucking work, in case you didn’t know that.”

He finally placed you back on your own two feet.

“Yeah and that snappy ass mouth works too, apparently.” Sam muttered, shoving his key in the door. He gestured inside a little reluctantly. “After you.”

You all but stomped into Sam’s house, putting your distaste of the situation on full display.

It was definitely too cold to sleep outside and you were thankful (somewhere very deep down) for Sam’s offer to let you stay the night.

Unfortunately, that didn’t change the fact that he got on your last nerve.

“You know, this is gonna be a pretty miserable night if you can’t pretend to like me at least a little bit.” Sam stated obviously, an annoyed edge to his tone.

“That goes both fucking ways.” mumbling, you slinked down into his couch, a frustrated pout engraved into your face.

“And excuse me for being upset that my night has become just a little fucked up.” You bit rather harshly. Before he could even retaliate, you continued on in an angry ramble of complaints. “I got locked out of my own house. I have no clothes or anything to sleep with, or even to get ready for bed with. Hell, I can’t even finish my art piece!”

Sam clicked his tongue, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, that’s all pretty shitty. But I can solve most of those problems -except for the little art project or whatever.”

“I don’t want you to solve anything for me.” You cross your arms over your chest like a toddler.

“Well, you’re sitting in my living room… so i’ve already solved one of your problems.” Sam held up a single finger in punctuation. “But if you wanna sleep in fucking jeans and a cut up band tee, you do that.”

You wanted to argue with him further, but upon Sam pointing out the clothing you were still wearing, you became hyper aware of how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in.

“Fine,” you mumbled, not even loud enough for him to hear.

Sam put his hand up to his ear and stepped closer to you. “Huh? Can you be a little louder?”

“I said “fine”.” You spoke up dryly, punctuating the last word louder than what was actually necessary.

Sam just huffed an annoyed laugh, disappearing up the stairs without an actual word.

You sat there and waited for what felt like forever, assuming Sam would just bring the clothes down to you.

But, of course not.

“Are you coming up here or what?” Sam peered down over the little upstairs balcony, tapping the railing impatiently.

You glanced up at him slowly just as he leaned into the railing even more. You gave him an unamused expression, trying to suppress the shock that washed over you.

“Would have made a lot more sense for you to just tell me to follow you up there, don’t you think?” You quipped, standing up from the couch and walking to the stairs. “I can’t read your mind.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’m giving you some of my clothes, so I figured it was implied that you follow me.”

You bit back the snicker that threatened to flutter out of you, choosing to follow Sam the rest of the way to his room, in half-comfortable silence.

Sam’s room was far more cozy than you would have ever imagined. The walls were an off white, his bed was covered in what some might consider excessive amounts of blankets and pillows.

The only light in the room was from a few salt lamps, casting a peachy-orange glow around the rather large room. A single candle flickered away on his nightstand, filling the room with a layer of different sweet scents - the main note being Vanilla.

“Here,” Sam grabbed a towel and a few articles of clothing from his bed and turned back to you, all but shoving them in your arms. “You can use my bathroom, or the one in the hallway. Your choice. I’m going back to my piano.”

Before you could even process what he had said, he was sauntering out of his bedroom door and down the hall. The sound of his footsteps against the stairs, was what snapped you out of your shocked trance.

Even though he offered up his own bathroom, you didn’t feel quite right doing that. So, you made your way down the hallway to the bathroom you’d seen just minutes before, on your way to Sam’s bedroom.

The bathroom was daintily decorated and the faint smell of cologne lingered in the air. It was a decent size, but not as big as you guessed Sam’s ensuite bathroom was.

Cutting on the water and Peeling off your clothes from the day, you tied your hair up and replayed the last hour or so and all its events over in your head.

So much had happened in such a short amount of time.

You sulked and huffed occasionally under the warm water, taking use of the body wash that sat in the corner of the shower.

As you attempted to scrub away your frustration, you couldn’t help but think about Sam. You blamed it on the body wash, smelling sweet and warm - just like he always did whenever you inevitably bumped into him.

Shutting the water off and grabbing the towel that he’d given you, it only took a few seconds for you to register the flawless sounds of the piano - no longer clouded by the sounds of running water.

You stood, droplets of water dripping off you as basked in the beautiful music Sam was creating. You tried not to hate yourself for enjoying it.

After all, he may be annoying, but he was damn sure talented and you couldn’t short him of that.

You finished drying off after another moment or two, picking up the sweatpants and t-shirt that Sam had given you.

You couldn’t help but dwell for a moment about the fact that, you were stuck without a bra or panties. Something about having to put on Sam’s clothes completely bare underneath, naturally had you just a little bit embarrassed.

Folding up your own clothes neatly, you made your way out of the bathroom and back downstairs, placing them somewhere out of the way.

You settled into the couch with your phone, still taking in the much louder sounds of the piano. Now that you were closer, it was even more clear and beautiful. Calming even.

Diving deeper into whatever social media you finally decided was entertaining enough, the sounds of the piano were pushed away to just background noise.

So much so, that you didn’t even notice when it had stopped and Sam’s voice was startling you.

“I’m going to bed,” he stated simply. “There’s blankets on that rack beside the couch and I guess I’ll bring you a pillow from my bed.”

Giving off the impression that even the bare minimum was agitating him, you declined the offer for his own pillow sassily.

“Don’t even trouble yourself,” Your eyes narrowed. “I’ll use this decorative pillow.”

Sam gave you an amused look. “Suit yourself.”

You scoffed, mumbling out an “unbelievable,” that you guessed he didn’t even hear.

After a minute or two more of scrolling through your phone, you got up and walked over to cut off the light switch. You settled into the couch with one of the blankets and the decorative pillow, that you sarcastically insisted you’d use.

Just as you started to really relax-

“Catch, Y/N-“

Your eyes shot open, arms flying over your head to protect yourself just as a pillow smacked against you.

“What the actual FUCK, Samuel?!” You screeched, pushing the pillow away from your face.

Sam laughed, too loud for the hour that it was. “Did you really think after everything else I’ve given you tonight, I wouldn’t give you a damn pillow?”

“Yeah, thank you for that, but like...” You snatched the pillow up in your hand, holding it up dramatically. “You couldn’t bring it down here and hand it to me?”

“Nope. Didn’t feel like going down the stairs.” Sam turned back towards the hallway. “Goodnight!”

You let out another tired and frustrated sigh, tossing the pillow behind you and attempting to get back to the comfort level you’d had just moments ago.

Drifting off to sleep was fairly easy once you finally did get comfortable. The warmth and sweet smell of Sam’s house, the soft glow of a lamp he’d left on, it all helped lull you to sleep within minutes.

That peaceful sleep only lasted so long, though.

“You’re so pretty, cum for me, doll. Come on-“

Sam’s voice cut through your mind and seemed to echo around; bouncing off the walls of your skull, jolting you awake instantly.

You sat up straight, a layer of sweat had formed over your skin and your chest heaved with quick, labored breaths.

The damp feeling between your legs couldn’t be ignored either, no matter how much you wanted to ignore it.

You fought to calm yourself down, laying back down into the couch.

All you could see when you closed your eyes, was the obscene imagines of Sam’s hand between your legs.

Even as you stared up at the ceiling; no signs of sleep in your near future at all, Sam’s voice continued to echo throughout your mind.

“God damnit,” you uttered, banging your head against the pillow, hoping for a moment it would just turn into a brick.

You contemplated all your options; Stay on the couch, please yourself all on your own and try to go back to sleep. Or, go upstairs and make up some excuse about not being able to sleep or something… Maybe just being next to Sam would help. Or hell, even getting yourself off and then going upstairs anyway.

After a minute or two of thinking, every single idea you had, pretty much ended with you going upstairs to Sam.

So, deciding to try your luck, you pulled yourself up from the couch and made your way towards the stairs.

Quietly, you made your way up and down the hall to Sam’s bedroom, trying to come up with an -albeit bullshit excuse- but an excuse nonetheless.

The door was cracked ever so slightly, just enough for you to peak through and see him sleeping soundly in his bed.

Casting the hesitation creeping up inside you as far away as it would go, your fingertips touched the cool wood of the door and lightly pushed it open.

“Sammy…” You squeaked out, barely stepping through the doorway.

He stirred for a moment and you realized that your whispered call of his name, was definitely not enough.

“Sam.”

It was firmer and louder, but not too loud as to startle him.

Sam stirred around again, before one of his eyes popped open sleepily.

He offered a half ass acknowledgment to your presence. “Hm?”

“I, uhm… the couch is uncomfortable…” Staring down at the floor, you fiddled mindlessly with your fingers,

“Aaand this is suddenly my problem?” Sam cocked one of his eyebrows, opening up both eyes now.

“It’s your house...” You pointed, as if it was indeed his problem, simply for that reason.

“What do you want me to do? Trade with you?” Sam jested, taunting you. “You’re such a fucking princess.”

“No….” You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. ”I’m not gonna make you get up. Can I… Can I just lay with you…?”

Sam sat up in his spot, running his hands through his hair as a smirk pulled at his lips. “You’re being so much sweeter now. What’s the deal, hm?”

You panicked slightly, wondering if he was really on to you, or if he was just trying to rattle your cage.

“Nothing, just- nevermind. I’ll go back down-“

“Okay, okay, whatever.” Sam cut you off. “I’m fucking with you. I guess I don’t care if you sleep here with me...”

You stopped in your tracks, turning back around to face him with a light pink tinge covering your cheeks and eyes slightly widened with shock.

“Really?”

“No, I’m still just yanking your chain.” Sam grumbled sarcastically. “Yes, really.”

Your feet were carrying you to Sam’s bed, before your brain had even given the okay.

Sam slid over, giving you room to join in next to him. You settled under the covers, breathing a pretty long sigh of relief. He turned over on his side, facing away from you and you fought to get comfortable yourself.

After a minute or two, you finally settled in a little. Of course, your body was still having absolutely none of it.

All you could think of was the gorgeous man that was now next to you - who was, without a doubt, feeling the heat exuding off of your body.

With a huff, you shifted again and Sam mumbled some incoherencies from behind you.

“Fucks sake, I might as well have a space heater next to me.” Sam teased, but there was obvious annoyance in his tone.

Flipping over on your back, you turned your head to the side and glared at the back of his head. “It’s hot.”

“Liar.” Sam smirked, flipping over to face you.

He looked you up and down then joked cooly, “If you’re so hot, why don’t you just take off some of your clothes?”

You scoffed, cheeks turning pink again. He was absolutely on to you.

You tried your best to sound repulsed by his idea. “I’d rather suffer.”

“Oh, you would?” Sam questioned slyly. “At least if you took them off, it would be a lot easier for me to get you off.”

Your head snapped to look at him, mouth gaping at his sudden bluntness.

“What? That’s what you came up here for, right?”

“Well, i- uhm..” you swallowed, opening and closing your mouth a couple times as you frantically searched for something to say.

“The faster you tell me, the sooner I can help.” Inching closer to you, his hand came up to graze over your cheek. “You got all hot and bothered downstairs thinking of me, huh?”

That cocky fuck.

“Fuck you.” Staring up at the ceiling, you fought to keep your eyes from fluttering closed as his soft touch consumed you. “I’m not telling you.”

“You don’t really need to tell me.” Sam chuckled lowly, voice still laced with sleep and now a little bit of lust. “I know I’m right on the money.”

“And how do you know, Samuel?” You pressed, flicking your eyes to him briefly.

“I think you’ll be severely embarrassed if I go down the list.” Sam snickered, trying to spare you of what he knew.

Cringing, you asked him to continue anyway. “No, tell me.”

“Well for starters, you’ve been squirming around in my bed for half an hour now.” Sam started, pitching in that annoyed edge. “Your cheeks have been twenty different shades of pink, your body is just radiating hellfire… And! The real kicker, I heard you moaning my name.”

All the blood drained from your face, as soon as those last few words left Sam’s mouth. You wanted to shrink down into the mattress, tiny enough that he couldn’t find you even with a magnifying glass.

“You heard me??” You covered your face with both hands, muffling your words. “But I was just- I was just dreaming?!”

“Yep, I did.” Sam confirmed again, matter-of-factly. “And I guess your dream was just pretty realistic. ‘Uh, Sammy! Please!’”

You pulled your knees up and scrunched yourself up, groaning loudly to block out his mocking. “Oh, my god. Shut up!”

Placing a hand on your knee closest to him, he gently pushed it back down. “At least they sounded pretty.”

Allowing your legs to stretch back out, Sam took the opportunity to crawl over top of you.

He took each of your wrists in his hands and pulled them away from your face. You immediately noticed the way his hands and fingers wrapped all the way around them.

“Do I make them sound as pretty as you do? What do you think, princess?” Sam grinned above you, staring down at you with dark eyes and radiating a confidence that turned you on even more.

“Not even close.” You shot, trying to feed off of some of his confidence.

“Oh, so I make them sound better? Got it.” Sam’s hand found your cheek, pinching it slightly between his fingers. “God, you’re so flustered and pink. What could I have possibly done to make you blush this much, huh?”

Smacking his hand away weakly, you huffed. “Sam.”

There was nothing you wanted more than his lips on yours… And all over the rest of your body.

“What?” Sam raised, leaning down closer to you.

“Fucking kiss me, or I’m getting up and fixing my problem downstairs. On your couch. While you listen.” You punctuated your warning, hoping the little bit of courage you were able to muster was enough.

“That sounds like a threat, but also another lie.” Slipping a finger under your chin, he leaned in even closer. “Don’t start getting bratty on me now, cause I’ll make you do it.” Sam warned, low and gravely against your cheek. “It wouldn’t be any fun that way around, would it?”

“You’re such a brat.”

“Mm, takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Sam questioned. “I have to out-brat the brat, princess.”

“Well… I don’t think you’d actually make me do that.” You knew he probably would, but you weren’t about to admit it.

You turned your head to chase after Sam’s lips, but he pulled away swiftly. “You wanna try me?”

“No,” You caved. “What I want is for you to fucking kiss me.”

“So needy.” Sam shook his head, finally closing the space between you two.

His lips met yours in what you thought would be a slow and easy kiss. Instead, it was desperate and quick in pace, robbing you of the air in your lungs and making that aching pulse between your legs even worse.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging at it hard enough to draw a soft whimper out of him. It was barely audible, the main signs of it being the soft vibration of his lips.

After a few more moments, Sam pulled away - breathless. “If you weren’t so busy despising my existence, I sure as shit would have kissed you a lot sooner.”

“‘Despise’ is a strong word,”

His lips curled up into a crooked smile as you spoke.

“Mm, strongly dislike, then…?” Sam placed a kiss over your jaw, working his way down your neck. He searched for a sensitive spot, with unmatched dedication.

A soft whine bubbled out of you, making him hum into your skin. He spent a few more seconds babying the spot he’d found, before moving down farther.

“T-take it off,” you breathed out. “Take my shirt off, please.”

“Bratty girl even added a ‘please’.” Sam smirked, pulling away from you. “-and It’s my shirt.”

His hands traveled down your sides, taking the hem of his shirt in his hands.

“Fine,” you grumbled, punctuating your words with an eye roll. “Take off your shirt, please.”

Sam’s lips pulled up in a conniving smirk as he leaned back, giggling at your confused expression.

The confused expression didn’t last long; quickly forming into a scowl as Sam pulled off his own shirt instead of yours.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Taking the hem in your own hands, your started to yank the material over your head yourself.

“Hey, now-“ Sam put an abrupt stop to your actions. “That’s my job, thank you.”

“You should get fired, then.” You glared up at him, releasing the hem to let his hands replace yours.

The room suddenly filled with the sound of Sam’s laugh, full and dripping with sarcasm.

“If you’d slow down, you might think I need a raise.” Sam nodded his head upwards, signaling you to lift your arms for him.

You did as he asked, letting him pull his shirt off of you.

“Oh, yes…” Sam breathed, marveling at the sight of your bare chest, like a kid with a brand new toy. “Fuck yes, you’re so perfect.”

A deep blush settled over your cheeks. You settled back against the pillows completely, letting Sam do as he pleased.

“Let’s experiment a little, shall we?” Sam mumbled, the corner of his lip twitching upwards briefly.

He slowly took one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, his other hand gently cradling your other breast.

Glancing up at, he asked. “Which do you like better, princess?”

“This…?” With his questions, he pinched your nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure, drawing a choked whimper from you.

“Or, this…”

Dipping his head down to your breast that he’d been cradling in his hand, he took that nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” you whimpered again, slightly more vocal this time.

His breath fanned over your nipple as he pulled away just enough to speak. “Yeah? Is that the one?”

Sam moved back to the other and repeated the action, slipping his hand underneath your back when you arched into him.

He held you up against him, trailing kisses over your collarbones as your head fell back, then, trailing them down your sternum.

“So,” Kiss. “So,” Kiss. “Pretty.”

Laying you back down against the mattress, Sam continued his track down your body.

It was safe to say that no one had ever spent this much time working you up. There’s was no doubt in your mind that by the time Sam made it to where you needed him, you would be soaking through your panties and probably onto his sheets, too.

Sam trailed kisses down your stomach in a pattern that, to anyone else, would seem so random. But to him, it was so intentional. It was thought out. Like he had a plan and was sticking to it.

As he reached the hem of sweatpants he’d lended you, his eyes found yours again.

Before he could even ask, you were already eagerly giving him permission.

“Take them off, please.” You begged lightly. “Both of them.”

“Why so desperate?” Sam questioned tauntingly, hooking his hands in both the sweatpants and your panties . “Is this pretty little clit giving you trouble? Does it need me to baby it? Huh, Princess?”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as Sam finally tugged the articles of clothing, all the way off and settled between your legs.

“I need it,” you breathed, looking down at him in intense anticipation.

“Need it so bad, Sammy.”

“Where did that tough girl go… you know, the one that hates my guts?” The smirk on his face was downright sinister. “Where did she disappear to so fast?”

Sam placed a teasing kiss over your clit, watching you through his lashes.

“Sam… put your mouth to better fucking use.” You tried to demand, but it was just breathy and weak.

“Mm, you’re too whiny to sound tough now.” Sam chuckled, sliding his middle finger through your folds. “It’s almost pathetic.”

“Samuel.” His name snapped out of you in an exasperated sigh - a pure display of your frustration.

“Relaaax,” Sammy drawled out the word tauntingly.

He flashed you his crooked, toothy smile and slowly slid his thumb through your folds. Collecting some of your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, he rubbed slow, teasing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“More, Sammy-“ You begged, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t grant you anything you begged for.

He barely had so far, why would he now?

But much to your surprise, he did indeed give you more.

“You need more, princess??” he asked, adding a sweetness to his tone that - any other time - would have your blood boiling.

Without waiting for you to answer, his thumb retreated from your clit and his mouth took over. His finger grazed the edges of your entrance, taunting it a little - beckoning you to beg just a little more.

“S-Sammy,” his name tumbled out of you, whiny and shaky with need.

Pleased with the reaction he drew from you, he sunk his finger into you and immediately started his search for that sweet spot inside you.

A stream of moans and curses started falling from your mouth, egging him on and on. “Oh- oh fuck, Samm-“

He simply hummed against you, mouth occupied, tending to your needy clit.

With an experimental curl of his fingers at just the right angle, he pressed into your G-spot.

Your back arched away from the bed with a pitiful cry of pleasure. You weren’t too keen on the fact that you were blowing Sam’s head up, but… it was becoming gradually more worth the cocky remarks he would surely have, once it was all said and done.

Focusing in on the pleasure he was sending through your body, you hesitantly reached up and tangled your fingers in Sam’s hair, tugging it and pushing him harder against your heat all at once.

With a few more curls of his fingers and swirls of his tongue over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightened.

And just before it snapped inside you, you gave Sam a broken, verbal warning of your orgasm.

“Sammy… i- i’m gonna c-cum,”

A borderline evil, and definitely cocky, chuckle erupted from him, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and continued a steady pace with his fingers.

You tugged away at his hair, eyes falling shut as the band of pleasure broke inside you.

And he guided you through it all, coaxing endless moans and slurs of his name out of you as you came around his fingers.

But as you started to come down, his pace hardly slowed.

You gasped and writhed against his mouth in overstimulation, tugging at his hair in attempts to get his all too skilled mouth away from your hypersensitive clit.

Sam was having none of it.

Pulling his fingers out of you carefully, but quickly, he reached up with both hands and grabbed your wrists. He pulled them away from his hair and pinned them down to the bed at your sides, never letting his tongue lose contact with your bundle of nerves.

“Sam- I can’t!“ You choked out, trying to decide if you wanted him to stop. Or, judging by the way your hips had started grinding into his mouth again, if you wanted him to keep going. “Samuel-“

He broke away suddenly, mouth and chin soaked with your wetness and his chest heaving lightly.

“Just a minute ago you were begging for more?” Sam moved his hands from your wrists, down to your hands and laced his fingers with yours. Still keeping them pinned firmly in place.

Sam shook his head softly in faux disappointment. “Trying to give you more and you can’t even take it. Pitiful.”

He returned his mouth to your clit and a choked moan erupted from you.

It was completely foreign to you; being lead straight into a second orgasm. You were lucky with past partners, to even get one.

And here Sam was, coaxing another out of you at the mercy of his tongue.

He continued toying with your clit, babying it with his tongue in different ways to see what made you moan the loudest.

“Sam- Keep going, keep going,” you pleaded, grinding yourself up into his tongue.

Sam acknowledged your pleaded with a soft squeeze of his hands, still tangled with your own.

Knowing you were getting close again, he sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing his tongue around it in search of a little spot that would send you over.

Sam’s tongue flicked against the side of your bundle of nerves just right, eliciting a stream of curses and moans from you.

“Don’t stop, Sam-“ You forced your voice to squeak the words out. “-M’gonna cum.”

Your body began to squirm beneath him involuntarily, forcing Sam to release your hands and throw his arms over your hips.

The bliss-filled coil exploded in you once again, shooting shock waves of pleasure down through your hands and all the way down to your toes.

Faintly, you could hear and feel Sam groan against you, drawn out of him when he couldn’t help but grind his hips into the mattress.

Once you had calmed down, Sam pulled his mouth away from you with a prideful smile.

“You’re so cute when I make a mess of you, princess.” Sam’s skilled tongue appeared and licked over his lips. “I could do nothing but play with that pretty cunt every day and I’d be very happy.”

A crimson blush dusted over you cheeks. Definitely not a shock to either of you. Sam really knew how to keep you blushing, apparently.

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that you absolutely wouldn’t mind him eating you out every hour of the day.

But as Sam crawled over you, all the thoughts in your head scattered in all directions.

Instead of saying anything, you brought your hands up to find the hem of his shorts and pushing them down.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” Sam teased, watching your hands for a moment before joining his own to help you.

You quipped right back without missing a beat. “Interesting choice of words for someone whose mouth was just buried in mine.”

“Shut it. You could barely handle two orgasms.” Sam rolled his eyes. “‘Sammy, I can’t! I can’t’” He mimicked you poorly.

“I could’ve handled another.” You squinted your eyes up at Sam, challenging him.

Sam tossed away his shorts and boxers. “Oh, you think so?”

“Mhm. I think so, Yes.” You gave him a curt nod.

His tone was drenched with amusement. “I think this challenge is gonna be more than you bargained for, baby doll.”

Sam waited until you were right about to make your rebuttal, before he teased himself over your entrance and up to your clit, tracing around it lightly with his tip.

You gasped, rolling your hips into his teasing movements. “Oh-“

“Use that pretty voice to tell me what you want.” Sam commanded gently. “Can you do that for me?”

“I want you in me.” Your hands found the backs of Sam’s shoulders. “Please, I want you in me.”

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. “Is that all you got, princess? I think you can do better than that.”

“Fuck you, Sam.” Your tone was harsher than you’d expected it to be, especially compared to the words that had just left your mouth moments before.

“We would be fucking if you would just beg me.” Sam slipped into you, just barely sinking his tip inside. “And make it sound prettier this time.”

“I gave you all you’re gonna get, Kiszka.” You stood defiant. “Either fuck me, or-“

Without a single bit of warning, Sam pushed into you to the hilt. The sting of him stretching you out, stole all of the air from your lungs.

“Keep talking shit,” Sam grunted, daring you to open your mouth again. “Run that pretty mouth, in that annoying little voice and see where you end up.”

The only response you gave him the second you opened your mouth, was another moan as he delivered a sharp thrust into you.

“What’s that? Come on, use your words, princess.” Sam spoke mockingly. “I can’t understand sounds.”

In attempts to deepen his pace, Sam leaned over you, planting both forearms on either side of your head.

The new proximity between the two of you, had your breath catching on every inhale. All the moans leaving your lips were choked and grew even higher in pitch, thanks to his new angle.

Sam’s thrusts were relentless and unforgiving, his cock hitting and dragging against spots you didn’t even know existed. Spots you never knew had been craving such merciless attention.

“F-fuck, Sam!” You threw your arms around him, digging your nails into Sam’s back and shoulders. “Ha-Harder. I need it- harder.”

Sam’s face was buried into your neck, biting and sucking at whatever skin his mouth could get to.

“Harder?” Sam purred right into your ear, before his tone became slightly teasing. “Harder, huh?”

One of his hands slipped between you, splaying across your lower belly. “You wanna feel me up here?”

Without waiting for you to answer, he moved his hand from your stomach to your leg, hiking it up and over his hip in one swift, rough movement that matched the rough pace of his hips.

He pulled himself up from over top of you, bringing his other hand between your bodies and circling two fingers over your clit.

It was a featherlight touch, knowing how sensitive you still were. However, the lightness of the touch didn’t stop it from being just as effective, though.

“Sammy, please!” Your hips jerked and bucked up to meet his thrusts and his fingers all at once.

The thought of another orgasm was dizzying.

Feeling himself growing dangerously close to his own peak, Sam slowed to a stop, but stayed buried inside you. His fingers continued circling over your clit, purposefully guiding you closer and closer to your peak without him.

“Why…” You started to choke out in a whiny tone. “Why did you- fuck- stop?”

Sam pulled out of you slowly, mouth falling open as he watched himself slide out of you.

“I’m not ready to cum yet.” Sam spoke calmly, cool and sickeningly collected as ever.

His fingers dipped down to your entrance, bringing some of your wetness back up to your bundle of nerves.

Your back arched away from the bed slightly. “Sammy, please…”

“I’ll cum with you when I’m ready.” He told you, smirking as he watched your breathing become even more labored.

“I can’t, I- I can’t wait,” you whimpered, choking on the pleasure that was seconds away from consuming your body.

“I never said you had to wait for me.” Sam’s fingers dug just a little deeper against your clit. “I’m gonna keep making you cum, until I’m ready to finally cum with you.”

“Oh, god…” You genuinely didn’t know if your body could function in the way that he was practically demanding it to.

Shifting again, Sam slipping back inside you slowly. He started pumping in and out of you, gradually speeding up his pace again.

Your mouth fell open the second he hit one of those sweet spots inside you, hurling your body into another orgasm.

Your hand wrapped around Sam’s wrist, feeling the muscles in his forearms flexing as his fingers continued working you over.

He pulled his hand away, leaning his body back down over yours.

“Relax, princess.” Sam whispered lowly into your ear. “Doing so good for me.”

As you calmed down, your body ached for his previous pace.

You begged through the mind numbing (yet addicting) feeling of overstimulation. “Don’t stop. Shit, please don’t-“

“Funny how just a couple hours ago, you couldn’t stand me.” Sam snickered, panting and grunting in between a couple words. “Now your pretty body is coming undone for me. Right- fuck, right here in my bed.”

God, he was making your brain short circuit.

“Want to ride you,” it slipped out before you could think better of it.

“Yeah? You wanna ride me, baby doll?” Sam questioned lightly, his way of checking to be sure it was really what you wanted and not a completely thoughtless statement.

You nodded frantically, looking into his eyes for the first time in a little while. Every bit of the sex filled air in your lungs, poured out of you in a shaky sigh.

“You can ride me, princess.” Sam nodded back, pulling out of you. “As long as you do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”

“That depends,” you mumbled in response.

Sam clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling you into his lap anyway.

“Bratty girl.” His hand smacked down against your bare thigh, causing you to gasp and drop your head back.

“Ooo, she liked that.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slowly sunk down on his cock - hard and throbbing from edging himself.

The deeper you took him, the more your arms shook and threatened to fail in upholding the weight they were under.

“Do that again,” you begged through your shaky voice, aching to feel the sting of his hand on your skin again.

Sam’s lips pulled up in a pleased smirk, as he drawer his hand back and bringing it down again, this time against your ass.

The pleasurable pain of it, caused a choked moan to erupt from your lungs. You clenched down around him, causing his smirk to falter and a whiny moan of his own.

“Fucking christ, Y/N-“

“Not so smug now, are you, Sammy boy?” It felt nice to finally have a quip of your own.

Of course it took him no time to recollect himself. Slick fuck.

Sam’s hand slid from where it was still lingering over your ass, up to your hair. His fingers tangled in, swiftly yanking your head back.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, princess.” He warned lowly, delivering a sharp thrust up into you. “That wouldn’t be in your best interest.”

Despite his fingers being tightly woven into your hair, you started rolling your hips into his.

“That’s it, princess. Be a good girl and move for me,” He was taunting you; taking note of how you were struggling to hold it together. How your eyes had closed, as he kept your head tipped back. How you bottom lip was secured between your teeth.

Blindly, you trailed your hand up his chest until your fingertips could feel his collarbones. Your hand moved up just a little farther, until it was resting against the base of his neck.

You were convinced that even the loudest of noises, would fail in covering up the gasp that Sam emitted.

His fingers loosened in your hair, his hand falling to the back of your neck and you immediately looked back down at him.

“What is it, Sammy?” You fought to find a tone just as mocking as his had been all night. “Now who looks all fucked out?”

“Don’t- oh, fuck me-“ Now Sam’s tone was whiny, just as yours had been. “Don’t fucking try me. I’m telling you, little brat.”

Your grip tightened slightly around his throat, just as his tightened around the back of your neck.

It took everything in you to keep the quick pace of your hips; your main encouragement being getting Sam off.

“Slow down.” Sam bit out through gritted teeth, grabbing at your hips with both of his large hands.

“N-no.”

The two of you were caught up in a little battle for dominance. Unfortunately for you, Sam was stronger a just a little too good at what he does. So, the upper hand was his once again within seconds.

Just as you felt Sam twitch inside you, he was using all his strength to haul you off of him, dragging you up to his face.

Your hands flew forward to grab onto the headboard of Sam’s bed. You were almost certain you were going have whiplash later.

“God damnit, Sam!”

You weren’t sure if your outburst was because of losing your upper hand, or if it was from Sam’s mouth connecting with your swollen bundle of nerves.

However, you lacked the brain power to figure it out, so, you chalked it up to both.

“At least you don’t have as much to say now-“ A stream of moans cut through your sentence, as Sam’s tongue flicked over you clit faster - you guessed as retaliation. “-D- do you, Sammy?”

Despite how much he may have wanted to say something quick and snarky, Sam was hell bent on making you cum again. Even if that meant giving up a good moment of… banter - as he considered it.

His grip tightened on your hips and his tongue repeated a similar action from before; flicking rapidly along the side of your clit, a particularly sensitive little spot that Sam had become well acquainted with already.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your voice was growing raspy from the constant moans he’d drawn out of you.

“That- Sammy, that spot, i-“

There was a low hum from Sam, accompanied by the soft vibration against you.

That little bit of vibration did nothing but nudge you even closer to your release. Your high pitched squeak was definitely a give away to Sam as well, and like the sick bastard you felt he was, he repeated the same little hum. Even longer and drawn out than the first time.

“Sam… Sam. Fuck, Sammy-“ You gripped at the headboard tightly, letting his name slip off your lips in a constant stream.

Hot tears stung at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. A pathetic sobbed soon followed and you felt Sam’s chest bounce ever so slightly, as result of his silent, pleased, giggle.

How he had infiltrated his way into knowing your body like the back of his hand, was beyond you. There weren’t any comprehensive thoughts left in your head. A few profanities and Sam’s name, was all that remained.

Sam moved you away from his mouth and wrapped his arms all the way around you, flipping the two of you over in one swift movement.

Your chest heaved, hands clung tightly to his shoulders and hot tears trickled down your cheek - almost cartoon like in how perfectly the few droplets had fallen.

“You wanna stop?” It was so genuine, as his thumb grazed your cheek to rid it of one of the little tears.

You took a few more deep breaths, finding his serious tone and gentler touch very grounding.

“N… No.” You answered him, voice clear and certain, once you worked passed the little stutter.

“Open your eyes and tell me.” He commanded gently.

You did as he said. “No, I don’t wanna stop, Sammy.”

a sob of desperation strained your voice. “Put… put it back,”

“What? You want me back inside you?” The previous Sam had returned once again. He didn’t miss a single beat.

You reached down, taking him in your hand and moving to line him up with your entrance yourself.

He was so hard. The second your hand wrapped around him, his cock was twitching in your loose grip. You couldn’t help but glance down, practically drooling over the way his tip, angry and red, was leaking profusely.

“God… you look so pretty like this…” Sam spoke up breathlessly.

As soon as his head of his cock nudged your entrance, he was pushing all the way in.

The breath you released puffed out of you, like you’d been holding it for hours.

“Need— oh, shit- okay…” Sam was barely holding on to his own composure.

He fell quiet for a moment and the two of you just stayed like that for a moment: Sam struggling to hold himself up above you, buried to the hilt inside of you,

“Need you to cum one more time, princess. Can you do that? Just for me?” His voice was as sweet as honey. “Cum for me one more time… Promise m’gonna cum with you this time.” Given the level of which he was struggling, you knew he was serious.

“I don’t… I don’t know that i can…” You whimpered, sucking in a quick breath of surprise through your nose, when you felt Sam’s hand trail down between your bodies again.

“Yeah, you can.” Sam nodded, gently rolling his hips into yours. His thumb rested over your clit so gently, you could burst into tears, rubbing slow circles into it. “Just one more, pretty baby. One more.”

Closing your eyes, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as more tears of pleasure fell. If felt so, so good. Too good.

“Atta fucking girl. Focus on how you feel and nothing else…” Sam cooed, picking up the speed of his thrusts ever-so-slightly

A sick, embarrassing, combination of a sob and moan flew past your lips without warning and you reached out for Sam, attempting to pull him down against your body in search of something to keep you on earth.

“Sam! Plea-“

“Shhh, just chase that high, princess. Chase it.” He cut you off, spouting encouraging words and praises to you. “You wanna scream? Scream. You wanna cry? Cry then, baby.”

Your head fell back and you allowed your mouth to fall open into the prettiest little “O” shape, but nothing came out.

“You’re gonna cum for me again…?” It was half a question, half a command.

“Uh huh.”

Those two little words took more power to get out, than trying to move a piece of furniture all by yourself.

“Yeah, you are.” Sam’s lips twitched upwards in a proud smirk, adding a little more pressure to his thumb that hadn’t once stopped circling your clit. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. My pretty, bratty girl. Don’t hold it, let it happen.”

Sam’s hips were faltering every few thrusts, alerting you that he was close and you were bound and determined to hold back, forcing him to cum before you.

Maybe he wouldn’t make you cum again, if he got there before you.

The way your body tensed and face contorted in concentration, was far too obvious, though.

“Fuck. No.” Sam hissed, mercilessly pounding his hips against you.

His thumb was sweet, brutal, torment over your clit. A few more quick, dizzying, circles away from forcing your soul out of your body.

“Oh my fucking God! Oh my god-“

Not once did you ever think you would be a screamer, but given the circumstances and immense amounts of pleasure, it was clearly very possible.

You also always thought seeing stars was fake… but that was also not the case.

Stars and little bubbles of grey clouded your vision; the sounds around you becoming nothing but faint, background noises.

You could just barely hear Sam’s sex-laden voice.

“There it is,” He managed out through his own expletives and moans. “Ride it, pretty girl. Give it all to me…”

After what felt like an eternity, you started to calm down and well… feel like you were back in your own body.

“Y/N,” Sam drawled out your name, almost singing it. “Are you still on planet earth?”

A humorless huff of a giggle blew out of you as you mumbled, “Hardly…”

Feeling Sam’s weight lift off of you, the bed dipped lightly at the foot. You forced your eyes open for the first time, drinking in Sam’s naked, mildly sweaty body while his back was towards you.

“Where are-“

“Gonna go get something to clean you up.” He answered, already knowing what you were asking.

Patiently, you waited for him to return. It wasn’t a long wait and when he did reappear into the bedroom, he was sporting the cheekiest smile you had ever seen.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Sam lied quickly, obviously fighting back giggles by the way his tone was pitched up.

“Sam, I swear, if you don’t tell me right now…” Rather than your tone being laced with irritation, it was playful.

He crawled back into the bed, sitting down between your legs and nudging your legs apart a little. His smile grew a little wider.

“I was just thinking about how I don’t think I hate you anymore.”

His words registered, but your answered was delayed thanks to the hiss that you pulled through clenched teeth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ Sam mumbled sweetly, concentrating intently on carefully wiping you off.

“It’s okay.” Your own lips pulled up in a lazy smile, thankful to see he had a sweet side.

“I, uhm… I don’t think I hate you either.”

Sam’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, hooded from a fresh sleepiness and sparkling with the post-sex glossiness.

Nothing else was said while he finished cleaning you up, too focused on not hurting you.

He cleaned himself up after, crawling back into bed next to you.

“We can do this, right?” Sam teased. “We can go from being insanely irritated with each other to cuddling… right??”

You tucked yourself closer to his body and giggled.

“I… I guess?” You shrugged against him. “You’re still gonna get on my nerves, though.”

“Whatever.” the scoff Sam let out was far too dramatic.

“Hey, you never know.” You peaked over your shoulder at him, mimicking one of his sly little smirks. “Maybe I’ll hate you again in the morning when I wake up.”

Sam’s mouth fell open in faux shock, but a bright, toothy smile forced it’s way into replacing it.

In a blink, his lips were attacking your neck with playful kisses,

“Two can play that game, you little shit.”

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Bring a Friend

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner x (F) Reader

Word Count: ~6800

Warnings: it's a threeway with HEAVY slash. Don't like it, don't read it. (voyeurism; oral sex w/ M & F receiving; dirty talking; bottom!Sam; Danny is a bit of a dom; fingering all around; protected anal & vaginal sex) 18+ only!

@mackalah sent a call to the universe asking for a Sanny x Reader fic inspired by the song Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd. I've been writing Sanny fics for a long time and I never get tired of doing it. I think I was one of the first, if not the first, writers in the fandom to write a Sanny threeway, actually...and I never thought I'd write more of those but I felt very inspired by this song and the idea...even if it doesn't fit your specific image, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it ;)

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Sure, you had reconciled with the fact that Sam would never love you as much as he loved Danny. At first, their overwhelming affection and adoration for one another was kind of cute to you. Seeing Sam so enamored with a boy was adorable–quite special, really. You loved that he could love a best friend so fiercely, so passionately. But then it had become clearer and clearer throughout your relationship that you would never be even close to a priority no matter how long you were with Sam or how close you two became–Danny would always be closer, and Danny would always be number one. 

So things ended. Amicably enough, thankfully, and you still saw Sam–and by default, Danny–all the time. You were friends. But you weren’t sure how to respond when Sam started sending you pictures that showcased more of their friendship than you’d ever imagined. Well, not seriously imagined, anyway.

The first one was almost passable as innocent–a picture of Sam and Danny’s arms slung across one another’s shoulders, Danny leaning in and pressing his lips to Sam’s cheek. 

Cute, you texted back. 

Jealous? Sam replied.

You balked at your phone. Sam was ridiculous. Of you or of him?

Either

Nope

Hmm… 

After that text, he sent you a picture of them actually kissing–Danny was planting a big one right on Sam’s mouth and Sam was smiling into it, arm outstretched to capture the moment on his phone.

What about now?

You stared at the picture, flabbergasted. It was kind of hot, you had to admit, but you also felt your chest tighten with bitterness–you’d really tried with Sam. You’d been patient and forgiving, welcoming of how close Danny was to him, but it just never felt like you were enough. Not the perfect fit. And that wore you down more and more until it just all had to end. But here Sam was showing off his perfect match, apparently really trying to make you jealous when you thought all those feelings of jealousy had been buried and forgotten.

You left Sam on read, ignoring his attempt to antagonize you, but later, when you’d nearly forgotten about the pictures, Danny texted you:

Did Sam send pics of us together to you?

You sighed. You weren’t really in the mood to get more, but maybe Danny would spare you. 

Yes. Did you guys take those just to send to me and make me “jealous?”

Actually no. I didn’t even know he sent them until now. I’m really sorry if it upset you 

Another sigh. Danny was a sweetheart. Surely he really didn’t want to rile you up or hurt your feelings. 

It's okay. You guys are good together

Thanks. You and Sam were good together too

You left that alone. As much as you could appreciate the sentiment, you weren’t in the mood to travel further down memory lane. But later, when you were lying in bed, you found yourself opening up your texts to look at those pictures again, especially lingering on the snapshot of Sam and Danny kissing. Finally, with a huff you locked your phone and tossed it aside before you tossed yourself into a fitful sleep.

But the next day, the pictures commenced. The first one was sent in the middle of the night and was a perplexing awakening–a picture clearly taken from Sam’s POV. You’d recognize that torso anywhere and there it was in clear digital–Sam flat on his back, a string of bright pink bite marks down his stomach and Danny’s wild dark curls pressed against his belly. You couldn’t see his face, but you also knew that hair anywhere. You sat up in bed rubbing your eyes and once your brain made full sense of the image, you wanted to be mad. You were mad–you could feel the heat rising in your body, the tension growing in your mind, but you also felt a tingle of betrayal shudder through you all the same. 

No text accompanied the photo. It was bait and you weren’t going for it. If Sam wanted you to be jealous, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction; if he just wanted you to have the pictures for whatever demented reason, you’d accept. But when the pictures kept coming and got progressively more raunchy, you thought the picture of Sam kissing Danny’s neck, his hand shoved down Danny’s pants, had to be the last one. There was no way it would escalate. But it did–later that night Sam sent you a picture of Danny straight up sucking his dick.

That made you gasp and, without even thinking about it, press the call button.

“Sam!” you shouted when he answered. “What the fuck are you doing? Does Danny know you’re sending me all these?”

Sam laughed. Such a bastard. “He didn’t at first. But now he does. He’s been encouraging me.”

You held your face in your free hand, sighing. “Sam. What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve really worked hard to move past our breakup and I–”

“Y/N, I know. That’s not what this is.” Sam paused for a second and you sensed he wasn’t alone on the other end. “This is an invitation.”

You couldn’t lie to yourself–you’d thought about it. How could you not after receiving all those pictures? But still the words from Sam didn’t make sense in your mind. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean exactly what I said. We’re inviting you to join us.” When you didn’t respond, Sam continued: “Just for a night, you know? Test it out?”

The words were still bouncing around. Your heart sped up with curiosity. “Let me talk to Danny,” you ordered. “I’m sure he’s with you right now. Right?” Danny would make it make sense. 

Another laugh from Sam. “Yeah, he’s here. Hang on.” There was a vague shuffle and then Danny’s voice was in your ear.

“Danny, please explain this to me,” you demanded, growing even more flustered and impatient. “What’s Sam talking about?”

“Well, um, I think he kind of said it all.”

You let out an exasperated huff. “He did not say it all, Danny. Clearly I need you to spell it out for me.”

“We both like you and we want to have a threesome,” Danny explained and you could hear Sam laugh in the background. “That’s it. If you don’t want to, it’s totally cool. And I’ll tell him to stop sending the pictures.”

Maybe it was strange, but when you’d looked at all the photos, you’d never pictured yourself being part of the action. Sam and Danny came as a pair–clearly. Your relationship had ended because of that–and were truly, as far as you were concerned, meant for one another. To get between that seemed strange, not to mention held incredible risk to damage the friendship you were still clinging to with both of them. 

You thought about the pictures some more though and felt you landed on some middle ground, unorthodox as it was. But all of this was entirely unorthodox. “What if I watched?” you proposed.

“What? You want to?” Danny asked, the surprise in his voice ridiculous to you given what he and Sam had already proposed themselves. 

“Sure. Clearly, Sam’s into that.”

There was a slight pause, then Danny said, “Okay. Yeah, sure. We’re into that too.”

It was probably one of the worst decisions of your life. But when you hung up, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited about it.

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You were surprised at how Sam and Danny didn’t seem to care at all that you were watching, sitting in the oversized, plush lounge chair that had been hauled from the living room to the bedroom for the big show. You were also surprised at how, as the action progressed and you were seemingly forgotten, sinking back into the walls like you were invisible, you cared less and less as well. Sam and Danny were completely enthralling to watch–Sam was lying half on top of Danny, kissing him like his best friend was made of pure magic, and Danny was cradling the back of Sam’s head like he was a precious piece of art. Both things were true in your mind–Danny was like a magical, mystical storm enveloping Sam, who was indeed a rare and beautiful work of art that needed to be treasured.

When Sam smiled into the next kiss, a lightning bolt of jealousy pierced your chest. They looked at one another like they were completely in love, probably because they were. Sam had never looked at you like that. But it made sense. You were just the last in a string of failed girlfriends before Sam finally realized who his true partner was. You could imagine that Danny had been silently waiting and beckoning Sam to come to him for good. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t deny that what you were privileged to witness was also painfully hot, even hotter when they both took their shirts off; Sam dipped his head down to begin kissing Danny’s neck and Danny’s hands roamed Sam’s shoulders and back, then up to toy with his hair. 

For the first time since they’d begun, Sam addressed you. “Isn’t he so hot?” he asked, glancing at you while he ran his fingers over Danny’s ribs. 

“Very hot,” you agreed; Danny blushed in response.

“Did you ever think about fucking him?” Sam continued. The question didn’t catch you off-guard, having expected to be a little scrutinized with all the build-up to this event. If nothing else, the conversation probably just made Sam even more turned on.

“Who hasn’t?” you replied. You had, not that you’d ever told Sam that. Not that Danny ever showed any interest. And not that Sam would have cared, you realized; on the contrary, you now knew he would have jumped at this opportunity much earlier. 

“I know, right?” Sam resumed pressing kisses to Danny’ neck, holding the side of his face; Danny nuzzled against his palm and that image made your heart swell. They adored each other so vividly and so overtly. 

“I’m surprised you’re okay with being watched, Danny,” you noted, feeling a little more apt to talking now that Sam had extended that olive branch. 

“I said I’d try it. For Sam,” Danny told you. Sam smirked against his skin and wiggled down to mouth against his chest. “I don’t mind, really. It’s just you.” 

“You like watching?” Sam inquired, peeking at you with his face still pressed against Danny’s chest, his cheek resting against his sternum.

“Yeah, it’s hot,” you said. You could feel your own body literally growing hotter by the second just watching, even more so when Sam finally brought one hand down to Danny’s crotch. Your breath hitched as Danny’s did too, and he arched up into Sam’s touch. 

“Just wait ‘til you see his dick,” Sam said, stroking Danny over his sweatpants. You could see the faint outline, impressively sized, not to your surprise. Sam brought himself to his knees and moved lower, bringing his fingers to the waistband of Danny’s pants. “It’s so big I can hardly take it.”

Your cheeks suddenly burned. “Jesus, Sam.”

Sam laughed. “What? It’s true!” 

“It is true,” Danny affirmed, putting both his hands on Sam’s head. “But you’re gonna take it tonight, right? Show Y/N how good you can be for me?”

You hadn’t, however, expected Danny to chime into the dirty talking. It seemed so out of character but it worked, and it had you rubbing your thighs together, starting to feel tortured. But you were going to try to keep up. “You let him fuck you, Sam?”

“Sure do. He’s fucking good at it too,” Sam said with a rough, low laugh. He pulled down Danny’s pants and that impressive dick was free, rock hard and looking heavy against Danny’s abdomen. You watched Danny close his eyes as Sam licked straight up his length, cradling his balls in one hand while the other was clenching tight around his hip. 

“Is Sam good at sucking dick?” you asked. Danny seemed to be enjoying it already, even with Sam just licking and jerking him off slowly.

Danny nodded, humming, and laced his fingers through Sam’s hair. “He’s so good at it. He knows just what I like. Why don’t you show her, Sammy?”

And Sam did, gripping the base of Danny’s cock to prop him up before he went down. Danny was big–the fact that Sam could take half in one go was impressive and you squeezed your thighs together harder, struggling more and more to figure out what to do with your own hands. Meanwhile, Sam knew what to do with his hands. He started to stroke Danny while he sucked and his other hand trailed up Danny’s body, palming at his chest before he slipped his fingers into Danny’s mouth. 

There was no music to curtail the sounds they were both making–Sam’s sloppy sucking and occasional gags, Danny’s muffled gasps and moans that turned to whimpers with Sam’s fingers in his mouth and his cock being worked over longer and harder. Maybe all of this should have been shocking. You never thought, not before all those pictures anyway, that Sam would go down on any man and you certainly never could have imagined you’d watch it happen, but the whole thing was far more arousing than shocking. It was like your brain couldn’t even acknowledge the surprise that should have been blatant, rather it was fixated on the pure pleasure Sam was giving to Danny and how it translated to you somehow, an invisible line connecting all three of you.

Forever, for sure. You’d have to take all of this to the grave.

Sam suddenly grunted and popped off, grinning at Danny with spit coating his chin. “Ouch, Daniel.” He turned to you. “He’s such a biter.”

You’d been too busy watching Sam going down on him to have noticed Danny chomping on his fingers. “I remember,” you said, voice just a tad wobbly which you hoped would go unnoticed. “From that picture. All those marks on your stomach.” You could still see faint pink remnants on Sam’s torso now.

“Mmm, yeah.” Sam jerked Danny off, a wet slick sound thanks to all the saliva he’d left behind, and kept his eyes on you while he asked, “Wanna watch him do it?”

You felt like you were about to burst despite no one touching you or touching yourself, but the idea of Danny doing that was too enticing to turn down. You also felt it was possible that such a long delay before your own ecstasy could make it all even more incredible. So you said yes and quickly Sam flopped onto his back, encouraging Danny to come to him with outstretched arms, but he had to wait a moment–Danny fumbled on the bed for a few seconds trying to get his pants all the way off and his struggle elicited a much-needed laugh from you and Sam.

“Stop laughing,” Danny protested with a final kick, sending the sweatpants to the floor. “Getting naked isn’t always like, a graceful thing.”

“You’re not as bad as Sam,” you assured him, and Sam shot you an insulted look. “He just tears everything off like an animal. No grace at all.”

“I like doing it for him,” Danny said. He kissed Sam on the mouth softly, deeply, and Sam’s arms circled his shoulders, bringing him even closer. You watched closely, glued to the chair, as Danny brushed Sam’s hair back and brought his mouth to his neck; you’d always loved kissing Sam’s neck, too. Would he make the same sorts of sounds when Danny did it? 

The soft sigh that Sam let out when Danny kissed along his throat was similar, yet still different. There was more desperation in that sound, especially when Danny carried on gently for another few moments before you saw him sink his teeth right in. Sam shuddered and clawed at Danny’s shoulders, and suddenly you were wondering what Danny’s mouth would feel like on you. 

“Yeah, Sam loves when I mark him up,” Danny purred, trailing his increasingly harsh and teeth-filled kisses down Sam’s torso. He stopped at Sam’s belly, his teeth pressing into the soft skin as he pulled down his shorts. Seeing Sam’s dick was nothing new for you, but when Danny abruptly grabbed Sam by the hips to toss him over, then lifted him onto his knees, that was an entirely new sight. 

Danny gripped Sam’s ass while he dove right in and took a bite into one cheek like he really was trying to eat him; Sam yelped and you gasped. It looked like it hurt–when Danny pulled back, there was already an angry red mark, but then Sam moaned and laughed a little.

“God, Sam. I didn’t know you were like this,” you remarked, perplexed and fascinated and so turned on that you had to sit right on top of your hands. “I’ve never seen you so–I don’t know. Submissive.”

“He’s a good boy for me,” Danny said, the words low and deep, and pet his hands up Sam’s sides. You could see that–Sam was perfectly pliant beneath Danny’s touch, like he was just waiting for whatever happened next, and so responsive to everything. Danny looked at you and his next question, though you’d been secretly waiting for it, nearly made you collapse out of the chair: “Wanna help him get ready?”

You balked for a moment, wide-eyed and so stiff from all the pent up excitement and curiosity. “Ready for–?”

Sam snapped his head to the side, peering at you sharply through his hair that had fallen into his face. “Ready to fuck me, obviously,” he snarked, but when Danny grabbed his hips hard and gave another bite to his ass, he quivered and his voice softened as he added, “Get over here, Y/N. We need you.”

That short sentence circled around in your mind, urging you to move but you felt like you couldn’t–the thought of getting up fully clothed to just wander over to what was happening on the bed seemed awkward and silly. Clearly your trepidation didn’t go unnoticed, because Danny was walking over to you, naked as the day he was born, and lifted you up. 

“Don’t be scared,” he said in your ear, pushing you onward while he stayed behind you, his erection unceremoniously pressing against your lower back. 

“I’m not scared,” you said, but you gasped again when Danny tugged at your pants and Sam was suddenly right in front of you yanking on the hem of your shirt. Helpless, you let them both strip you down to your bra and panties; Sam leaned back on his hands with a grin while you felt Danny move in even closer, his hands stroking your hips. 

“Is that okay?” Danny asked, his lips on your ear. 

“Yeah, sure,” was all you could say. You shivered when Sam reached one of his hands out to lightly press his fingers to the crotch of your panties. 

“It was really hot for you to watch,” Sam said, drawing a line down your thigh with one fingertip. “Danny was nervous about it. Performance anxiety, you know. But–” He leaned to the side to look behind you. “It looks like he’s doing just fine.”

You were feeling more relaxed–Sam was back to himself, at least momentarily, and Danny was keeping his touches gentle and tentative. “You guys look like you’re made for each other. It makes sense why we didn’t work out.”

Sam frowned a little. “I feel bad about that, Y/N. I didn’t even know how into Danny I was until, well, pretty recently.”

Danny gave a little snort. “Please. I think everyone but you could see it pretty clearly.”

Sam rolled his eyes before he sighed and looked back at you. “You should try kissing him,” he suggested, leaning back once more. “It’s totally serendipitous.”

You could imagine. You turned in Danny’s arms; he smiled at you so sweetly that you were wrapped up in his softness, not even realizing he was single handedly bringing you down to the bed to lie next to Sam. Then he was kissing you as tenderly as he’d smiled at you and you felt you understood what Sam must have been feeling while you’d been watching earlier–kissing Danny was like magic. 

You were feeling quite fulfilled just from making out and touching–Danny was so warm and so firm, his muscles taut beneath your fingers, his hair so soft–but then he was abruptly being pulled away from you. “Alright, back to business,” Sam commanded, yanking Danny away by his hair, to which Danny was grimacing and reaching up untangle Sam’s fingers. 

“Ha!” Danny exclaimed when Sam freed him. “You’re jealous.”

You’d never seen Sam jealous before, actually, but now that Danny was pointing it out, you could see it clearly–the darkness in his eyes beneath furrowed brows, the exaggerated slant of his cheekbones as he pouted, the flush on his cheeks. 

“You’re supposed to make it even during threesomes,” Sam said, looking from Danny to you then back again. Jealous or not, he was still hard, you noticed. “You have to divvy up the attention, Daniel and Y/N.”

“Fine,” Danny said shortly. “Then get on your knees again.” Instead of waiting even one second for Sam to do it himself, he grabbed his ankles and rolled him over again.

“Such a dom,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“God,” was all you could say, breathless at being involved now, not just witnessing. You needed to see more though and you were starting to understand your place in all this–you moved up to sit in front of Sam, lightly touching his face. “Hey, Sam–can I kiss you?”

He smirked at you, though you felt he had no right to when he was in such a vulnerable position, his ass quite literally in Danny’s face. “I thought you’d never ask,” Sam said, inching forward on his elbows, an image so ridiculous that you almost laughed. Instead, you brought your smile to his lips and kissed him for the first time in months–it should have felt ordinary but it didn’t. It felt brand new, strange and a little scary, made even scarier by the sudden popping sound that broke out from below.

You pulled away to identify the source, which was Danny squeezing lube onto his fingers. “Where’d you get that?” you asked, keeping your hands on Sam’s shoulders.

Danny chuckled, closing the cap of the bottle. “It was already on the bed.” With his dry hand he lifted a strip of condoms from the mattress and waved them around. “We came prepared.”

You grimaced; Sam and Danny both laughed. “Well, um–that’s good,” you said, but jeez. When had your ex-boyfriend and his best friend become such sex-crazed maniacs? It wasn’t the condoms or the lube–it was the fact that Sam was wiggling his hips back to Danny and Danny was squeezing one of his ass cheeks, anticipation evident on his face. 

“Are you good?” Sam asked, propping himself up on his knees to get directly in front of you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah, uh, I’m very good,” you stammered, running a hand through your hair and nearly knocking Sam in the face in the process. “It’s just–a lot to process.”

Danny moved right behind Sam, holding him so you were all pressed together like an obscene panini. “Yeah, it is for us, too,” he said, resting his chin on Sam’s shoulders. “You’re the only one we’d wanna do this with.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sam said. “I’m keeping my options open.”

“You’re fucking rude, Sam,” you said, but all the distractions kept any real heat away from your voice. 

Sam laughed, that loud cackle that nearly made the walls vibrate. “I’m kidding, Y/N!” He grabbed your face and pulled you forward to plant a fast, harsh kiss to your mouth before he snapped back and said, looking over his shoulder at Danny, “Now let’s get this show on the road, big guy. Show her what you’re made of.” 

That certainly did set things in motion, with Danny moving swiftly to get Sam back down in front of you; Sam planted his face in your lap and grabbed your hips, hastily pulling your underwear down. You weren’t sure where to fix your eyes–at Danny kissing Sam’s spine and his arm moving vaguely below or Sam tossing your panties to the floor, then latching his teeth to your inner thigh.

You let out a flustered breath and unhooked your bra. “Since everyone else is doing it–”

Sam’s voice was faintly muffled with his face between your legs: “That’s the spirit.” Though it shouldn’t have, the swipe of his tongue up your center came as a surprise, but not as much of a surprise as the loud keen that came from him as Danny perked up behind him, looking at both of you. 

“Oh my god,” you uttered, trembling as you met Danny’s gaze. “Are you–”

“I’m getting him ready,” Danny answered as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. When you straightened up a bit, you got a better peek at what Danny’s hands were doing–one was gripping Sam’s hip and the other was thrusting idly. “I gotta open him up.” He draped himself over Sam’s back, his own upper body long enough for his own dark curls to mix with Sam’s sleek chestnut hair. “How do you want it, Sammy? Nice and easy or hard and fast?”

Sam gave an upwards nod at you. “Whatever she wants to see.”

Being given a clear say in this matter triggered a need for vengeance that you hadn’t even known existed. “Hard and fast,” you told Danny. He looked a little surprised, eyes widening slightly and lips parting; you tugged Sam’s hair a bit to make him look up at you again. “I bet that’s how you really like it, isn’t it?”

Of course Sam wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of feeling like revenge was ever possible. He laughed softly and said, “I like it however Danny likes it.”

Danny pulled back. “Which just happens to be hard and fast,” he said, and you caught a glimpse of him thrusting his hand forward again and Sam let out a choked little whimper, then a bitten-back groan as Danny gave a shockingly sharp, hard smack to his ass. 

You had nothing to say to that. You simply tried to process what the hell was happening all around you once more, which was a good thing; you couldn’t exactly speak when Sam began nipping at your thigh and sliding two fingers inside of you. You kept your hands in his hair and fought the urge to close your eyes–you wanted to see as much as you could of Danny working his own fingers in and out of Sam and the way your ex-boyfriend’s body moved so sinuously with every motion. Sam pressed his tongue to your clit again, licking with impressive intention given the position he was in, while his soft grunts got muffled against your heat. 

“How’s that feel?” Danny asked, and you weren’t sure if he was asking you or Sam or both of you.

“Good,” you said at the same time Sam said, “Amazing.” He looked up with suspicion. “Just ‘good?’ Alright, guess I have to work harder.” He brought his face back down, lapping at your clit wetly while his fingers worked deeper and harder through your own wetness. You felt a little embarrassed at how you were already dampening the sheet beneath you but you couldn’t help it–this was by far the most wild and the hottest sexual experience of your life. It made you a little mad that Sam being a kind of shitty boyfriend had to be the lead up to it. 

Danny hummed. “So, Sam–think you’re ready?”

Sam nodded between your thighs, then looked up, his lips and chin shiny with your slick and his spit. “I’ve got an idea,” he began, lifting himself up and using your legs for leverage. “Get under me. That way, it’ll be like getting fucked by both of us.” He laughed a little, looking very satisfied with his own suggestion. “Except I'll still be getting fucked the way I want.” 

“Always about you,” you muttered, a futile sort of defense mechanism against this very bewildering idea. But Sam only pulled you down as much as he could, until you were halfway down the bed and halfway beneath him.

Danny, you could tell based on the crinkling sound, was getting a condom on; you watched him slip one to Sam, who wasted no time in tearing it open. His abdomen flexed as he stayed upright on his knees and rolled the condom over his own cock; you reached out to touch him, his body still so familiar. The onset of an ache, of wanting Sam so badly, began to override the ache for punishing him. Maybe all of this was an apology in and of itself. 

“I gotta get in you before he gets me,” Sam said. His voice was calm but his cheeks were vivid scarlet and sweat beaded on his hairline. You spread your legs and got your arms around his waist, both bringing him down to you and giving yourself some much-needed stability, and Sam slid into you like it was any other ordinary time, except for Danny’s hands looping around his chest and bringing his chin back to Sam’s shoulder. 

The slide was easy–probably far easier than Sam’s experience would be, you thought–and Danny watched while he sank his teeth into Sam’s skin, the swirling forest of his irises fixed on yours in a way that would have made you feel self-conscious if it weren’t for Sam overtaking you being so distracting. 

“God, you feel good,” Sam said quietly, giving a shallow thrust. That was enough to make you moan softly in response, gripping his middle more tightly. Your arms were brushing against Danny’s abdomen; Danny brought one hand to your forearm as if encouraging you both to keep going, so Sam did with a few more gentle shoves of his hips. As you were just getting used to the sensation of three bodies of increasing heat coming together, Sam’s cock sliding through your wetness and his hands squeezing your breasts, Danny shifted and Sam’s serene face turned to an open-mouthed, tense visage.

“That’s it, Sammy,” Danny encouraged. There was so much love in his voice that it made you feel loved too, though it was obvious in that moment he was wholly focused on Sam. Rightfully so. Sam responded viscerally not only with his facial expressions that only you could see, but with his voice, cursing softly and moaning low, and the full-body shudder that ran through him as Danny pushed forward. 

You could imagine it being a bit of a challenge to take Danny yourself; the fact that Sam could do it was actually a little amazing. “God, Sam,” you said, stroking his hair. The soft reverence emanating from Danny made you feel the same–this was an experience to be treasured no matter how it went. “This is so hot. You guys look really hot together.” 

“He feels so good. Literally so hot,” Danny said. He leaned over Sam again, making Sam push down on you, and subsequently into you, harder. Danny was fully in charge now, something you were entirely unopposed to–you watched, fascinated, as he began to move, his hands wandering over Sam’s chest and hips while he started to thrust. He built up a rhythm swiftly and easily, soon enough making Sam let out moans that became choked little sobbing sounds as Danny started to live up to expectations–he was fucking Sam hard and fast and you were on the receiving end of the last gyrations and echoes of his movements. 

You grabbed the back of Sam’s head, pulling him in to kiss. There was just barely enough room to snake your arm between the two of your bodies; your first two fingers made a V around the base of Sam’s cock, stroking him lightly before you brought them to circle your clit. Sam’s desperate moans were drowned out by your incessant kissing–you wanted to consume him like Danny did, or as close to it as possible.

Between pants and huffs of effort, Danny’s voice snaked through your ears: “Do you like it, Sammy?” he asked and you opened your ears, giving Sam some necessary air and giving yourself quite the view as you strained to the side. Danny’s thighs were flexing with each thrust and his hands had a stronghold around Sam’s hips; Sam was all wobbly limbs and flushed skin, his hands clamped on your shoulders. 

“Yeah,” was all Sam said. It was probably all he could say while Danny pounded into him. 

Danny’s eyebrows rose. “What was that?” You bit your lip as Sam’s face tensed, his eyes shut tight, and waited for Sam to respond, but he didn’t. He only moaned a little, quiet and subdued, then the tension was slashed to pieces by another hard smack against his ass. “Sam?” 

“Fuck!” Sam was explosive now with that one word, fucking himself back onto Danny and, subsequently, harder into you as he shifted back and forth. Words escaped you entirely as you just tried to ride through the dense waves, but Danny apparently had more.

“Tell Y/N how much you like this,” Danny demanded, yanking Sam’s head back by a fistful of hair, Sam squirming helplessly all the way. 

“Oh my god, I like it,” Sam let out breathlessly, trying to look back at Danny. With the additional space, you touched yourself again more freely. Your chest and stomach felt so tight, this huge buildup growing even more–the fear surrounding this was gone. The anticipation had been alleviated and the payoff was more than you’d ever imagined, because the image of Danny holding Sam’s hip while he pulled his hair, his lips roaming Sam’s neck, and Sam desperately trying to please both of you was the most incredible thing you’d ever seen. 

It was Danny's name that escaped your lips as you came, eyes shutting to dizzying blackness, shuddering violently beneath Sam and squeezing his cock tight inside you. Even in the throes of your own little explosion, you realized what you’d said and managed to say Sam’s name next, and reached for him with one hand. 

“Oh fuck, I like that too,” Sam said against your cheek, teeth then dragging down to your neck. “You coming around me while Danny fucks me. So fucking hot.” 

“Fuck, you guys–” you started to say, still out of breath, and tangled your fingers in Sam’s hair, trying to keep him close. “This is–wow. Are you close?”

“Sam’s ready to blow,” Danny answered, not showing any sign of slowing down. “He’s getting even tighter and–” He peeked down, then Sam gasped. “Yup, his balls are full. You gonna come for us, Sam?”

“Danny, where’d you learn how to dirty talk like this?” you questioned, genuinely flabbergasted by how easily the more easygoing, friendly and sometimes exceptionally shy and boyish side could give way to a man who was so in charge, so lustful, so commanding.

“He’s a secret slut,” Sam quipped, which got him another slap on the ass. He laughed a little, then you were caught in the dark again when he began to kiss you. Based on just that, it did seem like Sam was close–the kisses were getting sloppier, the stifled moans sharper, his hands squeezing your body harder. And when he did come, it wasn’t exactly what you were used to because Sam also moaned Danny’s name, both syllables whispered on your lips.

“That’s good, baby,” Danny cooed. Your vision was a bit fuzzy as you tried to look right at him, but you could see quite clearly how tenderly those big hands moved down Sam’s trembling back. The gentleness was short-lived–Danny went back into thrusting harshly, their muscles clashing against one another’s, Danny’s fingers raking down Sam’s sides. You’d never seen Danny come. Never thought you ever would. You thought that would be forever reserved for Sam now that they’d gotten together. So, enthralled once more, you stayed transfixed on him as he closed his eyes and lurched forward, his upper body hanging over Sam, his curls shielding parts of his face. But you could see the twitch of a brow and the parting of his lips, then the white teeth biting down, and then Danny let himself go entirely. He flopped down on top of Sam, who collapsed on top of you.

“Okay, jeez, you guys are heavy,” you noted after getting the wind knocked out of you. Sam stayed motionless, but Danny had the decency to get up. You turned your head to the side to watch him move off the bed, carefully roll the condom off himself and grab his pants from the floor. You considered asking him to stay naked because, well, why not? But then Sam groaned loudly, interrupting your thoughts.

“I’m gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow,” he declared, finally rolling off you, spreading out on his back; he stretched and you heard a crack come from somewhere. “Thanks, Daniel.”

Danny stepped over to pat Sam’s thigh. “You’re welcome.” He looked over at you. “How are you feeling?”

“I–” you paused, trying to find the right words, but first you needed to find your clothes again. Sam might have been comfortable living nude as often as he could, but you needed some sense of familiar security around you after all that. As you got redressed, you continued: “I felt many things during all that, honestly. It was kinda fun to see Sam getting wrecked.” Danny beamed at that, which almost made you laugh, which made Sam actually laugh. “I think you guys really are great together and I’m happy for you. But breaking up still really hurt.”

Danny gave a sympathetic frown then, his eyes becoming softer; Sam crawled over to your seat at the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I really am,” he said, sounding shockingly genuine. “I should’ve been a better boyfriend while I was still your boyfriend.”

“It’s okay, Sam, honestly,” you assured him, patting the arm that had wrapped around you. “It’s over and, really, it was fine. You were just in love with someone else. Better being in love with Danny than some random stranger or something.”

“Maybe if he’d told me sooner, we wouldn’t have ended up in that whole mess.”

Danny scoffed, planting his hands on his hips as he stood in front of both of you. “I sent you like, a million signals, Sam. You were pretty much the only person who didn't realize sooner.”

“It’s true,” you chimed in. “Looking back, Danny never really tried to hide anything.”

Sam sighed, then hopped off the bed and plastered himself against Danny’s side. “Okay, well, we didn’t hide anything tonight, did we?” He reached down and grabbed Danny’s crotch while kissing his cheek.

Danny hissed and slapped Sam’s hand away. “Too much too soon.”

“Never too much,” Sam replied, sneaking in another kiss, holding Danny close. “Never too soon.”

“Ugh.” You got to your feet, too. “Too much sappy romance for me.”

Sam cackled and grabbed your hand. “No, don’t leave. The night can’t end like this.”

“Yeah, we all at least need a few shots or a bowl or something,” Danny agreed with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “And a shower. Definitely a shower.”

“I get to go first,” Sam announced, breaking free and jetting out of the room, leaving you with a final image of his reddened ass, all thanks to Danny. 

So then it was just you and Danny standing in the middle of the bedroom where so many unexpected, wild and beautiful things had happened. You looked at the chair that you’d been sitting in, so unassuming, then to the disheveled bed, and Danny put one arm around your shoulders.

“Thanks for doing this, Y/N,” he said. “Sam still talks about you all the time. He really cares about you. I think he respects you a lot, too.”

“I’ll always care about him,” you told Danny. His touch was as comforting as your clothes, weirdly enough. You were starting to understand more and more why Sam was so smitten with him. “I care about you too, Danny.”

From the hallway, Sam shouted, “Do you care enough about me to let my boyfriend get in the shower with me?” 

Danny rolled his eyes while you laughed. “Okay, big guy,” you said, steering him out of the room. “You get in there while I get the drinks.”

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Once more for those in the back.

Need Some Healing

Need Some Healing 

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Reader

Summary: After a busy weekend, Josh needs a little extra bit of attention and relaxation.

Warnings: Pain medicine, Feet (I’m sorry lmao)

Word Count: 1.7k

You opened the door to your hotel room and were instantly greeted by a complete mess of a room. You left Josh alone for literally twenty minutes and somehow he managed to tear the entire hotel room to shreds. 

The door to the bathroom was wide open and steam from the shower fogged up every reflective surface in the room. The smell of Josh’s body wash filled the air. You peeked into the bathroom and turned on the fan to spy a trail of Josh’s clothes, towels, and shower products leading from the bathroom to the hotel bed.

You followed the trail around a corner, kicking disregarded clothes and towels that were on the floor out of the way, to see Josh in just a pair of boxers, face down in bed. His hair was still damp from the shower and he was shutting his eyes hard.

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The way Jake’s and Josh’s bellies and hips spill ever so slightly over their tour outfits.

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-Spoil You Rotten-

Sam Kiszka/Reader

18+ Only!

You were only here because it was your best friend's birthday. You'd never spend this much money for a night out at such a fancy restaurant otherwise.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for your best friend among the sea of well-dressed patrons. Every woman seemed to be draped in luxurious fabrics, their jewelry most likely more expensive than your car. Men donned in tailored outfit exuded an air of confident sophistication that you just couldn't mimic.

You, on the other hand, felt out of place in your simple ensemble, its lack of embellishments a stark contrast to the attire around you.

You shuffled past a waiter who side-eyed you a bit, finally catching a glimpse of your friends familiar hair. She grinned and waved you over, gesturing to the seat beside her.

"Hey, you made it!" She exclaimed. Her grin widened, causing you to smile as well, her joy infectious.

Your eyes glanced at the various faces at the table. You recognized nearly all of them, most being mutual friends of yours. One, though, you've never met.

He wore a purple and white bleached button up shirt, though it was half-unbuttoned, exposing his soft chest. An expensive looking gold pendant hung around his neck, the gold glinting back at you in the gentle candlelight around the table. His short chestnut hair was pushed back out of his face, showing off his honey brown eyes and a little scruff of facial hair. His lithe fingers delicately lifted the champagne glass up to his lips, your eyes following it without thinking.

Okay, you admit that this stranger was pretty. His eyes met yours for just a moment, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"Oh, Y/N, this is Sam. He and his brothers are good friends of mine, and-" Your friend kept explaining how she knew him, but to be honest, you weren't paying attention.

Sam... so that was his name...

"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you say, your voice a little breathless as you extended your hand towards him. Sam's honey brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his fingers calloused but palms soft. Your face suddenly felt a bit warm.

"Nice to meet you too, sweetheart," Sam replied in a playful tone. He released your hand and, with a teasing wink, knocked back the rest of his champagne.

Your friend leaned over, her laughter bubbling up from her lips, "He's always like that, pay him no mind," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. You couldn't help but join in her laughter, the tension from the momentary exchange easing as a sense of familiarity settled in.

As the dinner progressed, your focus shifted back to the party for your friend. Everyone presented her with various gifts; a new pair of shoes, the book series she's been eyeing for a while, a whole box of cookies from her favorite local bakery, an expensive gold bracelet from Sam, and from you, a simple hand-knit scarf.

Your gift seemed ordinary in comparison, but when she wrapped you in a tight hug you let go of your anxieties, knowing she loved it just as much as she did everything else.

You caught Sam's gaze again out of the corner of your eye, that mischievous glint in his eyes again.

"That's a great scarf, Y/N..." He mumbled, a slight twinge of admiration worming its way into his voice, "You're pretty good with your hands, eh?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson, the heat spreading across your face like wildfire. There were a few chuckles as you looked away from Sam, unsure if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.

You shook your head and tried to ignore it as a waiter came over to take your dinner orders. You silently paled at the prices, wondering if it was worth next week's groceries for a nice dinner tonight. Your decision was made for you when Sam spoke up.

"I'll pay for everyone tonight."

A few polite objections came up, but he waved them off with a chuckle, "Nope, I've already decided. Order whatever you guys like, I've got the bill handled," His eyes met yours and, for a second, you felt like he was speaking to you directly, "Let me spoil everyone a bit."

You still tried to order something inexpensive, then leaned over to your friend.

"Hey," You whispered, "Is he really gonna pay for everyone's food?"

"Oh yeah, he is. He does this all the time," She replies with a quiet laugh, "He won't take no for an answer, so don't even try."

"How does he even have so much money?" You ask in a hushed whisper. Sam didn't seem to dress excessively lavish or anything, so his apparent wealth was surprising.

"Oh, you didn't know? He's a musician, he and his brothers. They're all in a band."

You sputtered a bit, covering your noise of surprise with an awkward cough. The first chance you got, you pulled out your cell phone, tucking it under the table a bit and typing the band name into Google.

"Holy shit..." You mumbled to yourself. Sam was a celebrity?? You shouldn't have been surprised, really; the guy oozes charisma and your friend has always had a knack for befriending popular people.

You looked him up and down again, looking away when you realized he had caught you staring. Trying to avoid his gaze, you accepted a glass of wine offered to you, sipping it quickly.

"Let's raise a toast to the birthday girl!" Someone suggested, everyone agreeing.

You risked another glance at Sam as you lifted your glass, and promptly gripped the table as hard as you could.

Sam's eyes never left yours as he raised his wine glass, an unreadable expression on his face. His other hand, though, subtly pulled at the front of his shirt, exposing one of his nipples.

Fuck... He was flirting with you, wasn't he??

As soon as the toast was said, you all but chugged your wine. You were way too sober for this situation, face red and hot. Sam seemed unbothered, laughing with the others like nothing happened.

"You should go for it."

The sudden whisper from your friend surprised you, nearly giving yourself whiplash from how fast you turned to look at her.

"W-what?"

"Sam. You should totally ask him out. I bet he'd say yes."

You scoffed quietly, shaking your head, "There's no way. He's cute and all, but I'm just a nobody."

Your friend had this look on her face, like she knew something you didn't.

"It's your choice, but I think you should do it."

The quiet conversation between the two of you trailed off as the party neared its end. The lively atmosphere that had filled the room seemed to fade into a soft hum, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You had indulged in a few glasses of wine at this point, the liquid adding a gentle sway to your movements. The champagne from earlier had only heightened the intoxicating haze that enveloped you.

As you stood, you could feel a slight wobble in your steps, your mind momentarily disoriented by the heady mixture of alcohol and emotions in you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and wished everyone a good night.

A a chorus of farewells and well wishes met your ears, but you dared not risk a glance in Sam's direction. You knew that if your eyes were to meet, all your resolve to go home without making a fool of yourself would crumble like a sandcastle at high tide.

Instead, you focused on getting to your car and back home. You dug around for your keys, blinking away the double vision that appeared for a minute. Maybe you shouldn't drive. But, you couldn't just leave your car here...

A warm, calloused hand snagged your keys from your unsuspecting grip.

You whirled around, your eyes widening as you caught sight of Sam standing there with a gentle grin on his face, your keys held delicately between his fingers. The flickering lamplight cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating the twinkle in his eyes.

"I, ah, don't think you should be driving, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious timbre.

"I... I can handle it," you mumbled, your voice betraying your uncertainty as you reached out instinctively for your keys. But before your trembling fingers could grasp them, Sam swiftly moved his hand out of your reach, his eyes never leaving yours.

"No, you really shouldn't," he insisted gently, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's not safe, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

You watched as he let himself into the driver's side of your car, gesturing to the passenger seat.

"Well?"

"What?" You asked, not understanding.

"Are you gonna get in so I can drive you home or do you need me to help you into the car?" He asked, a small chuckle slipping out.

Drive you home?? You just met the guy tonight, and still had no clear read on him or his personality, and he had spent all night sort-of flirting with you. The logical thing would be to turn him down and just call for an Uber.

But... you couldn't lie. He was pretty, he seemed nice enough, and damn it, it's been a while since you'd went home with anyone. So, after shooting your friend a quick text, you climbed into the passenger seat of your car and told him the address so he could pull it up on his phone.

You hoped this wasn't a mistake.

The car ride was silent for a while. You stared out the window as Sam drove, occasionally taking quick glances at his reflection.

He really was pretty. There was a feminine charm to him with his soft skin and delicate limbs, but his strong features and low voice that made your knees weak gave him a masculine energy that turned heads.

When he met your gaze this time, you didn't look away.

"Y/N, you're staring," He teased, looking unbothered.

"Yeah..." You replied, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

"You seem to do that a lot."

"I have... recently..."

"Mhm... I see."

The car was quiet again, too quiet. You could feel the tension in the air, and it was driving you crazy.

"Thanks for paying for everyone tonight. That was generous of you." You mumbled, hoping to break the awkward silence.

The soft illumination of the passing streetlights painted delicate shadows on his face, accentuating the contours of his features as he spoke, "I like spoiling people..." He glanced over at you, "And you looked like you could use a bit of spoiling."

Your face burned red at that, but you managed to pull a response from your lips. "I, um... thanks. I really appreciate it, Sam. If you ever want, I can pay you back..."

"Nope." Was his simple response.

"But-"

"Nuh-uh. I have more money than I know what to do with, Y/N. I'll gladly spend it on a dinner with my friends. I mean, what else would I use it on? Another piano? Trust me, I don't need you to pay me back."

You snickered at his words, grateful for his relaxed energy.

"Alright, alright. I'll let you spoil me, but only this once," You teased back as he pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex. It was then that you realized something, "Wait... how are you gonna get home?"

He shrugged, "Ah, I figure I'll call an Uber or something."

You shook you head and, before you could think about it, words tumbled out of your mouth, "How about you spend the night?"

Even Sam seemed a bit taken aback by your offer, his eyebrows wrinkling in surprise.

"You don't have to do that, I don't even live far-"

"I want you to."

And there was that tension from before. Maybe the alcohol in your system was giving you a boost of confidence, or maybe you had finally gone crazy, but you repeated what you had said, slower this time.

"I... I want you to stay the night, if you want to."

He nodded, his eyes darker than before, "Yeah. I want to."

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You'd be embarrassed about it later, but you pounced on Sam the second the door closed behind you both, your body moving with an urgency you didn't know you possessed. You pushed him up against a nearby wall, hands finding their way into his soft chestnut locks as his moved to your hips.

"Mm- fuck, babe..." Sam gasped as you both pulled away for air, "I knew you were desperate but damn."

You used the hand still buried in his hair to yank his head back, giving you room to bite at his throat. A whine clawed it's way out of his throat at the sudden sting of his hair being pulled and teeth on his neck. You giggled against his pulse.

"Who's the desperate one now?"

He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them flush to his.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me again," He mumbled, grinning against your cheek.

You two made your way to your bedroom, stumbling down the short hallway and fumbling with your doorknob for a moment before finally getting it open. Sam cornered you against the edge of the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You let your hands wander down to his pants, teasing the button with your fingers.

"Can I...?" You mumbled when he pulls away for a breath.

A low whine slipped from his lips, "Please."

You chuckle, your fingers trailing over his zipper, "Oh... I like it when you beg like that."

"Fuck, sweetheart..."

Sam didn’t stay dressed for very long after that, tossing clothes haphazardly onto your floor to find later.

Your eyes traced the contours of Sam's thin frame, absorbing every inch of him. His sharp shoulders tapered down to a slender, delicate waist and arms sculpted from years of being a musician. The soft glow of the moonlight cascading through the parted curtains highlighted the subtle lines and curves of his body, making him look softer somehow. A trail of hair, sparse yet enticing, led your eyes down to his cock, already hard and weeping against his abdomen.

"You see something you like?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing him onto his back and clambering into his lap. You felt him tense in anticipation beneath you as you let your hands wander over his chest, just feeling his skin beneath your palms. He gasped when you teased a nipple before moving to the other side, mirroring the action.

"...good boy..." You mumbled, not fully aware you even said it aloud.

The reaction was immediate. Sam arched his back, grinding his erection against your core with a high-pitched whine. You were surprised by the intense reaction, not expecting two little words to do so much for him.

"Did you like that?" you asked, your voice a whisper against his ear, your lips brushing gently against his jaw. You felt his body tremble beneath you, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Y-Yeah... I liked it..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible, his blush deepening. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a flush of warmth spreading across his cheeks and trailing down to his chest, contrasting against the pale expanse of his skin. His eyes, now darker than before, were locked on you, awaiting your next move.

You decided to give in for now, keeping eye contact as you scooted down the bed, positioning yourself between Sam's legs. He sat up, his own eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. The air was heavy with the heady scent of desire, thick and intoxicating, as you let your breath ghost over his cock. Your warm exhale sent a shiver down his spine, causing his member to twitch.

Sam's hands trembled slightly as they reached out, his fingers gently tangling in your hair. You gave him a disapproving look.

"Good boys are patient, Sammy... I'll let you hold my hair so long as you don't try to rush me," You warn, leaning into his touch.

"I'll be good..." He replied, not looking away.

And without another word, you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Sam tensed, trying to hold back any sudden movements as a groan slipped out, his grip on your hair tightening instinctively.

The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the sound of your breathing mingling with his low moans. As your tongue traced along the sensitive ridge of his arousal, his hips twitched involuntarily, a small gasp escaping his lips.

He was doing so well at being patient, until...

His hips jolted up as you took the head into your mouth, causing you to gag. You pulled off immediately, not missing the disappointed whine your actions caused.

"Wha-"

"I told you to be still and be patient, didn't I?" You ask. A mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you rub your cheek against his thigh, relishing in the softness of his skin against your face, "Bad boys don't get rewarded, Sammy..." you tut, playfully shaking your head.

Sam's breath hitches at the combination of your words and actions, his pupils dilating as desire courses through his veins.

"I won't do it again."

You shake your head, "You need to say sorry, sweetheart, " you say, using that nickname he used on you.

When Sam kept his lips shut, you grinned.

This was getting good.

"Is my good boy going to be a brat now?" You ask, running a fingertip up to the slit of his cock, teasing it as a bead of precum leaked out, "That's a shame. I guess I'll have to just punish you..."

You wrapped a hand around his cock, drooling onto it to lubricate the slide as you began jerking him off. He clearly seemed confused, not expecting you to continue getting him off. All the teasing seemed to have worked him up quite a bit; it was clear he was already getting close. He was nearing that edge, nearing that tipping point, and then...

And then, you let go, backing off completely.

"No!" Sam gasped, his voice filled with desperation, "Why'd you stop? 'M so close..."

"Bad boys don't get to cum," you replied as you hovered just out of his reach.

Sam's eyes widened, need shining in their depths. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out in short, uneven gasps. He tried to reach for his aching member, his hand trembling, but you swatted it out of the way.

"Don't make me tie up your hands, Sammy..." You threaten, but place a gentle hand on his thigh, a silent, "Is this okay?"

Sam gave the faintest nod, so you pushed onward.

"If you say please, maybe I'll forgive you."

Sam kept his mouth shut.

Well... on with the show.

He got worked up much faster this time, his hands twitching from their spot at his side as you tightened your grip on him. The raw intensity in the room was palpable, a potent mix of desire and anticipation, as your fingers wrapped around Sam's throbbing length. His breath hitched in his throat, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated as he watched you.

"You getting close again, baby?" You ask, grinning when he nodded.

Again, before he could finish, you pulled your hands away. He let out a frustrated sob, so close to finishing that even the smallest touch could send him over the edge. His fingers curled into his own hair and he finally gave in, his voice rough from desperation.

"P-please... let me cum..." He begged, tears in his eyes, "I'll be a good boy, I promise! Please!"

Satisfied with his begging, you leaned up and kissed him, trailing your lips down his body.

"There's my good boy..." You mumbled, before taking him into your mouth. He barely lasted a minute, so close from your previous edging. You cringed slightly at the bitter taste of his spunk in your mouth, but it gave you one last idea. You crawled up and pressed your lips to his again, shivering as he tasted himself.

You collapsed beside Sam, making sure to give him plenty of attention as he came down from his orgasm. You kissed the tear tracks that ran down his cheeks and gently ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his lanky body to yours.

"Was that okay?" You ask quietly.

"More than okay, sweetheart..." He replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around you, "Though I think I'm due for some cuddling now."

"Now that's something I can do."

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

Control and Denial

Happy late birthday to my lovely @fictional-duchess it's a day late and about 7k words over what I'd originally planned, but...ya know.

As this is a gift, I will be posting two versions - Viv's version and then a Y/N version for those who prefer that.

Now here's some subby rhythm section Groupie!AU smut for you finally. Enjoy!

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Words: 13.8k

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader; Danny Wagner x Reader; smidgeon of Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner (Viv's Version)

Warnings: Language, F. Dom/M. Sub, edging, begging, bondage, crying, gagging, slight spitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), threesome

Rated: Explicit

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It wasn’t often that you got so pissed off at the boys that you didn’t want them to touch you.

If they pissed you off, usually, they tried to make up for it with sweet words and thoughtful gifts, and if those didn’t work - sweet release beneath their tongue or fingers or…other body parts. But when they hit just the right nerve, sometimes, you thought about telling them to drop you off at the nearest airport and going back to what your life had been like before Greta.

They’d all been snippy with each other for days - too many shows, not enough time, and not enough space. It was bunks and then green rooms, communal spaces and then shared stages. Not to mention the frustration that came with four men, one you, and no way other than headphones to block out the sounds when it wasn’t their turn.

So yeah. High tensions.

But it all came to a head when Sam and Danny had gotten into it for some unknown reason - one minute they were existing peacefully, and the next, they were throwing insults like confetti, which turned to fists (which you’d told them to knock it off - but had they listened? No.) that spilled hot coffee all over your lap.

They’d been apologetic immediately, scurrying around frantically trying to find a towel and some cold water, but you locked them out of the green room bathroom after you hobbled to it, thankful that this one had a shower that you could cool your burning skin in. They were lucky it was coffee that was hot, but not hot hot, and your skin had turned red but hadn’t stayed the color.

Still - you were pissed. Which kinda sucked, seeing as you’d planned a nice night for Sam - it was his night and had, by some chance and some lucky stars for Sammy, fallen on a PR outing to some shmancy restaurant/club hotel thing with this big, fancy ballroom that they were set to have a photoshoot in the next morning before it was back on the bus. But it was a night not moving and you’d been looking forward to all the fun you were supposed to have.

But now you weren’t in the mood for that fun, and you made a point of it by staying firmly on Jake’s side - not making eye contact with either member of the rhythm section and even going as far as to walk away when you saw Danny coming towards you with a conciliatory drumstick (as if you didn’t have full access to them all the time).

“Darling,” Josh murmured in your ear, walking back to the cars from the venue - late enough that security had kept all fans away from the area, “I know it’s Sam’s night, but if you don’t want to sleep with him, you can always stay with me.”

You knew he wasn’t offering in hopes of getting laid (well, not primarily, rather) - he was just very much in-tune with how it felt to be pissed at the people in his band.

So you smiled and leaned your head into him in affection, and said, “Thanks, Joshy. But it’s fine. Just a small…change in plans, but I still have some ideas for the night.”

And you did. You would still have your fun.

Everyone piled onto the bus, one after another, and you planted yourself in the lounge on a padded bench right across from the couch that Sam was sat on. And then it wasn’t so much as catching his eye than it was meeting them - his gaze had been locked onto you all night, apologetic and curious.

With Jake and Josh flanking you and Danny on the other side of the bus near where they kept their records, you smiled and tapped Jake gently on the knee. He turned your way and raised a brow at your innocently mischievous expression, but said, “Whatcha need, sweetness?”

You laughed at the nickname - not quite fitting for what you had in mind, but would need the twins’ help with. With one last glance to a now very curious Sam, you put your lips at Jake’s ear, cupping your hand around it so that Sam couldn’t catch even a breath of what you said. “I have a plan, but I need you and Josh’s help.”

After you had relayed your plan, Jake snickered and rolled his eyes. “Fitting, I guess. And doable. Not easy, though - so you owe us,” he warned, and you winked.

“Name your price any day of the week, handsome,” you flirted before turning to Josh and asking of him the same service. He, like Jake, laughed at the plan and readily agreed, because no one in this band was going to turn down a plan like the one you’d come up with.

Sam was suspicious. “So what? You’re just gonna abandon me and shove secret plans in my face all night?” he complained light-heartedly. You knew he didn’t want to seem desperate, but his need to know everything and limitless curiosity was bothering him big time.

“Oh, Sammy,” you smiled sweetly, “I’m not gonna abandon you. I did say tonight was your night, didn’t I?”

And even though the words that came out of your mouth should have been a relief, you could see the suspicion deepen in Sam’s face. “I don’t trust that,” he said, and the twins sputtered.

“You shouldn’t,” they both grinned at the same time.

Once you got to the hotel, you left the boys to have a promotional/celebratory drink at the bar and headed to what would be you and Sam’s room for the night, making sure the man himself saw you slip away.

But you knew he wouldn’t get away with leaving early, considering that it was one measly drink and half-hour social before they could go to their rooms, so you knew you had at least that much time to prepare for the night.

You actually had time to spare - ending up on your phone when you heard the lock beep to alert you to a new person coming into the room. As Sam stepped in, the only light coming from the table lamp, you paid him no heed, instead letting him come to you.

And he did. He kicked his sandals off and immediately climbed onto the mattress, wide palms running up your thighs and grabbing at you, trying to get your attention. “Viv?” he tried. When you didn’t answer him and continued to stay glued to your phone, he upped his efforts. Dropping down to his stomach, he pried your legs apart, kissing your inner thighs through the thin fabric of the loose zip-up pants you’d donned. “Viv,” he cajoled, “I know you can hear me.”

“And?”

The shortness of your words must have startled him, because he tensed up and drew back, hesitantly gazing at your face. “Are you - are you still angry? Because if you are, I get it. Just, let me know and I can have Jake or Josh come get your stuff.”

You finally put your phone down. “What about Danny?”

That made his brows furrow, perhaps in confusion, perhaps in annoyance. “Well, I just thought - if you were still mad at me, then you’d still be mad at him, too.” And you shrugged agreeably.

“I guess,” you said simply before drawing yourself up to your knees, shuffling towards Sam until you were face to face. “I’m not going anywhere else. I wasn’t lying - it’s your night.” A hint of relief appeared in his expression - softened features and a release of the tightness around his lips. “But I’m not letting you off easy. Strip down to your boxers and get on that chair.”

When Sam realized what kind of night it was going to be, you were sure he was questioning what kind of a punishment your taking charge was, but you weren’t about to let him in on your little plan, so you just let him think his night was gonna be easy.

He did as he was told, lowering himself into the rolly chair that came with the room, and you went to stand in front of him, the tie from the hotel robe fisted in a hand you held behind your back. “Good boy,” you praised, and you saw Sam’s Adam’s apple bob from your place above his eyeline. “Now, put your hands underneath the armrest - just like that, there you go,” you said softly, padding to the other side of the chair. “I’m gonna tie you up now, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied breathily. “I’m ready.”

You worked silently, concentrating on the knots you had just been studying on your phone. You’d thought about tying his ankles together, too, but ultimately decided against it for ease of movement. Once Sam was good and tied to the chair, you slid your palms up his arms, gently tugging on the ends of his hair. He let his head fall back and met your eyes from upside down.

“Kinda feels like a Spiderman kiss,” he said with a grin.

You left him there, going back to the bed to get on your phone again. “Well, not if I don’t kiss you, it doesn’t.”

“Don’t tease me,” Sam whined, pulling against his binds. “That was mean.”

The glare you fixed him with was unimpressed and dry. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. You wanna know teasing?” You shook your head. “You’ll know it by the end of the night.”

“...You’re really gonna leave me tied up?”

“Yep,” you said casually. “We’re still waiting.”

The chair rattled as Sam pulled again, wheels scooting an inch. “We?” Sam asked distractedly. You really hoped you’d done the ties well enough he wouldn’t be able to undo them. “Waiting for what?”

There was a commotion out in the hallway, and a shock of anticipation and excitement shot through you. “That,” you said wolfishly, getting up and opening the door. Peeking out into the hallway, you laughed and covered your mouth as you watched Jake and Josh running down the carpet, pushing another rolly chair as fast as they could.

And in that rolly chair, a very angry, very confused, very shirtless Danny, cursing the twins to high heavens and making a racket not becoming of the fancy hotel.

“You fucking idiots! Let me go! You can’t just jump me in my own bedroom and not tell me why!” But then Danny caught sight of you, leaning with a smirk against Sam’s door, and his eyes narrowed as he began to connect the dots. “Was this what you guys were talking about to each other on the bus?”

“Yup,” Josh said, cheerfully meeting your eyes as they slowed in front of you. “Where do you want the goods?” he asked in a mock-whisper and with an exaggerated wink.

You laughed, gesturing into the room and stepped aside as Josh pushed Danny past, the latter giving you a stink eye. You were surprised that no one had poked their heads out of their rooms. Jake lingered outside the door with you.

“So I hear we’re going to be compensated for this act of service?” he cajoled, and you gave him a little kiss.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Did he give you a lot of trouble?”

There was another yell from the room and then Josh came out, hobbling as he rubbed his shin. “Fucker just kicked me in the shin,” he pouted.

Jake nodded to Josh’s ailment and then back to you. “If that gives you any idea, it was worse when he figured out we were tying him down. It took both of us, but we’re—”

“Small but mighty,” you giggled.

Josh poked you in the sides and said, “Watch who you’re calling small!”

Knowing you had two tied up men in the room, you were eager to get back in to start the night, so you patted the twins on the chest and turned. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I have some business to attend to. Thanks for all your help, guys.”

“We’re always down to rough and tumble,” Jake teased. “But remember we still need them, as annoying as they can be.”

“I heard that!” Sam’s voice carried out of the room and made his brothers laugh, but soon they were separated by the closed doors. You didn’t want to dally about anymore.

Approaching the two, both of whom had swiveled their chairs towards you, you wondered if not binding their feet was a mistake and clucked your tongue. “Well, look at what we have here,” you said, clearly gleeful at the situation. “Do you like my surprise?”

Both men gave you an unimpressed glare. “Sucky surprise,” Sam mumbled. “He was the one who got us in trouble in the first place.”

This, of course, did not sit well with Danny. “You’re such a baby,” he griped, and you felt like you were watching two kids in the principal’s office. It didn’t fit the mood you were going for at all.

So, you changed it.

“Sammy already knows that tonight is going to require some patience,” you cut in, raising your brows at each of them in turn. They quieted once you spoke, aware that your tone had changed from gleeful to something a little more interesting - something a little more attention-grabbing. “But will you figure it out on your own, Danny? I wouldn’t want the playing field to be uneven,” you pouted sarcastically.

Danny jerked in his chair and bit back a frown. He obviously wanted to do something about the ‘playing field’, and his inability to do so frustrated him. “Pretty girl,” he mused from his place, tied up on the chair and with a wicked glint in his eye, “you’re not going to keep me tied up.”

The way he stated it as fact instead of as a question really pushed your buttons. Him and his control issues. But honestly, it was probably for the better - after all, a strengthened resolve would come in handy when you started craving the men in front of you.

So you kissed him, a bit of a scratchy stubble littering parts of his cheeks, and pulled away as soon as he surged forward for more. “You’re not in charge right now, Danny.” You saw his jaw clench and he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?”

It was a mind game at this point. And if Danny and Sam weren’t still a little pissed at each other, the two joining teasing, audible forces would likely have had you on your knees within minutes and no amount of resolve would have changed that. Sam and his (consensual) teasing sexual manipulation combined with Danny’s authority would be hard to resist.

But you weren’t gonna tell them that. If they figured it out on their own, you always had some material you were sure you could gag them with.

With a sharp pat on the face that gave you entirely too much satisfaction, you walked away. “Yeah. You or Sam. If we’re gonna put labels on it, then I’m the one in charge.”

You took your seat on the bed, and saw Sam determinedly still trying to untie your knot, but when he saw you looking at him, he grinned. “You think you can handle that, baby? You think you have what it takes to be in charge?” His smile turned wicked. “Because last time I checked, you were better at being a good girl doing what she was told.”

With a roll of your eyes, you flicked your jeans open, toying with your zipper in a way that drew both men's attention. “What a douchebag thing to say. Not to mention a little offensive,” you shot back with little conviction behind the offense. But there was. Conviction, you meant. Was that really what they thought? “And coming from you, Pillow Princess Sam, you should know I’m just as good at taking control as I am giving it up.”

Danny snorted at that, murmuring, “Pillow Princess…” under his breath, and Sam shot him a glare before turning toward you again, this time with a pretty expression on his face - hooded Bambi eyes and fluttering lashes and a demure smile.

“You’re right, baby. I’m so sorry - I shouldn’t underestimate you. Untie me and maybe we can show Danny just how fun being a pillow princess can be?”

And as tempting as that was, you were quite enjoying the power you had right now. “No,” you said, finally unzipping your pants and peeling them off your legs, letting your thighs spread in a deliberate show for the boys’ taking. “No, see, here's the thing. That coffee hurt this morning. I had to wear Jake’s sweats to a show I’d planned on looking hot for so that I could tease you,” you pointedly stared at Sam, “into fucking me real well tonight with a room and everything.”

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off your bare thighs, your panties sufficiently covering up anything important. “Baby, you looked hot anyways, and I can still fu–”

“Shut up,” you snapped sharply. Sam looked like he wanted to protest, but he met your eyes curiously and obediently shut his mouth. You knew he’d grow tired of following directions, but you’d deal with that later. Right now, you had some sort of sixth sense that the other man wouldn’t be quite so accommodating or receptive to your demands.

Sure enough, as soon as it was clear Sam wasn’t gonna finish his thought, Danny chimed in - testing his line. “Baby, don’t be rude. He was just offering to give you what you want - you’ve already been such a brat tonight with these ties and everything, do you really want to dig your grave any deeper?” Him and his words - you swore, perhaps coming on tour with them as their live-in groupie was not the move when it came to his power-complex in the bedroom. You were spoiling him, and perhaps it was time to stop. “Come over and untie me, and we can show Sam just how hard you like to be dicked down.”

You got up from your place on the bed and moved towards Danny, who obviously thought his authoritative tone and crude words had done the trick as you lowered yourself lightly onto his lap. He smiled at you, sickly sweet and sort of patronizing, but as he opened his mouth to say something, you took a page out of his book and slapped your hand over his mouth, perhaps harder than necessary, and watched in amusement as a shocked expression took over his face.

He really hadn’t seen this side of you, not with him. Sam chuckled at the change in Danny’s face, and Danny tried to shoot him another dirty look, but you made sure to keep his eyes on you. “No. Look at me. Look at me,” you demanded again when Danny still tried to turn his head. When he finally settled on your eyes, his hooded and dark with lust and bold impudence, you returned that too-sweet smile he’d given you. “You guys hurt me this morning. Not on purpose, but you did because you were each trying to be the big-man macho-dude and you kinda ruined my day.”

One of your hands snuck down to slip underneath your panties, and you let out an exaggerated sigh when your finger circled your clit. Sam swallowed audibly and tried to say, “Baby, we said we were sorr–”

But once again, you cut him off. “I told you to shut it, Samuel. Don’t make me gag you.” Your attention was tuned in again to Danny, who was trying to see below your hand that was still stuck to his lips. “So you’re gonna learn a little bit about listening and I’m gonna make my day better. I’m gonna make myself feel good since apparently, neither of you have the ability to do that for me today. Understand?”

Danny shook his head to displace your hand, and you let him, wondering what would come out of the defiant man’s mouth. “Sure you can do that?” he snarked. “I’ve got a perfectly good dick that you can ride, baby. We both know you feel empty with just your fingers.”

As you lifted yourself off Danny’s lap, you started to pull your panties teasingly down your legs. “I think I’ll be just fine,” you said dismissively, sarcastically. Deciding to let Danny figure out your game on his own, you moved back over to the bed, unashamedly spreading your legs so that the two men could see the way you teased yourself now that you were uncovered. You removed the rest of your clothing and drank in the way they both couldn’t tear themselves away from you.

Hello, ego boost.

You continued your self-pleasure, and while you were perhaps not as wet as you could be, it was enough that you could spread it from your entrance to your clit (and from there, you knew you’d get yourself to how wet you wanted to be). “If you guys had just stopped when I told you to stop,” you complained, sighing when you eased a singular finger into yourself, “then maybe it could have been your fingers.”

You worked your finger upwards inside of you and grinded onto the heel of your hand to get the friction that was just out of reach. The night was young, and you had your vibrator on hold near you on the mattress just in case you needed a little more umph.

“Just say the word, pretty girl,” Danny said roughly, “and we’ll help you.” Sam said nothing.

You ignored him, only adding another finger. The familiar feeling of your body under your fingers quickly lulled you into a state of fervor, wanting to get there, wanting that reward. Slitting your eyes just a little bit, you saw Sam chasing the air with his hips, his dick twitching in his pants. Danny had adopted a more stubborn façade, taking deep breaths and attempting to convince…well, you? Himself? You weren’t sure, but attempting to convince someone that he was cool, calm, and collected.

“Oh,” you sighed, bringing your fingers out of your body and trailing the wet digits up your body to toy with your nipples, “I suppose you might want to touch yourselves, don’t you?” You addressed both Sam and Danny, but only Sam nodded, a little bit desperate but still following your order to shut up.

Good boy.

Danny, however, scoffed rebelliously. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Viv.” Anger laced his words - more frustrated than anything, but it was a crack in his demeanor that he refused to show physically.

And so, because of his unwillingness to play along, you acted as if he wasn’t there and sashayed over to Sam, straddling him and cupping his face so that you could pull him into a filthy kiss, letting him push his tongue into your mouth and gently taking his bottom lip into between your teeth when he pulled back. Your wet core was pressed against his boxers, settled against his hard cock and rocking in a way that had little whines escaping Sam’s lips.

Fuck those noises were heavenly. The man’s feminine appeal was not lost on you, but to bring out this side of him - so needy and wanting and willing - was like bedroom crack.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Sammy,” you crooned, grinding down with a little more force as he pushed as hard as he could up into you. Uh-oh. Strike one. “I think you’ve earned a reward.” Sam’s lips parted and his tongue poked out to wet them, but he didn’t speak. You could tell he wanted to, though. “You can speak, but the first time you try to manipulate your way out of the ties,” you threatened, leaning in close to his ear so that Danny couldn’t hear, “I’ll gag you with my fucking panties. You know I will.”

Sam shook his head, his hair brushing against your face. “I won’t, I won’t - promise,” he breathed out as he rutted into you. Strike two. “Please - please, touch me?”

“So pretty,” you praised, both his begging and his flushed face. He let out a small moan when you got off of him to hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as he lifted his hips to help until his underwear lay tangled at his ankles.

When you spit in your hand and finally took a hold of him, he threw his head back with a relieved sigh, squirming at the sensations he could not contribute much to. Other than what you gave him, his cock remained out of his reach, and you were just waiting for him to buck his hips and chase his pleasure again. You gave him no reason to at first, pumping him wetly in a quick, firm grip just as you knew he liked.

But sure enough, a few strokes later, after you loosened your grip and stilled your hand on the tip of his dick to tease all the sensitive spots there, he tried to fuck up into your fist, following the missing friction. You immediately pulled away with a tsk, leaving him begging once more.

“No, no - wait, Viv, wait please please please I’m so fucking hard,” he rasped, tugging at his binds and clenching his stomach muscles. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t move,” he tried to reason.

But you weren’t having it, instead scooting back so that his dick lay hard and untouched on his stomach, leaning to the side in the hollow of his hip, and with a half an inch of space between you and it. “You chose to learn the hard way,” you said with a huff of laughter at your pun (it was not reciprocated), “this morning when you showed me that you don’t listen to a word I say. Why would I tell you when you’re not gonna listen?”

It was patronizing - like you were talking to a Kindergartner. But your tone was lost on Sam as he was so suddenly deprived of his only form of stimulation. “Fuck, Viv, I’ll listen - just tell me what I need to do,” he requested with a promise. “I’ll do it - just - please touch me.”

“Make him beg a little more.”

The murmur of an answer didn’t come from you. It came from Danny.

Both of your heads snapped over to the man, who had quieted down when you’d turned your full attention to Sam. His gaze was unabashed - flicking from where your center sat so near to Sam’s cock to the both of you.

You painted an attractive picture, you were sure - skin against skin, desperation against resolve, all glazed, hooded eyes, flushed faces, and wandering hands (on your part, at least) - wrapped up in his best friend and his…well, you weren’t about to get into titles, but other friend.

“Shut up,” Sam told him, but the phrase sounded less hostile than intended when it came out a little breathy and gravelly from arousal. “This is my fucking night - you’re not even supposed to be here, so butt out, fuckface.”

Whether it was actually lingering aggression or just Sam biting out at Danny because he could, or out of frustration, you didn’t know, but the interaction intrigued you. You knew in the few times you’d taken them all in the same room, Danny tended to get mouthy with the other boys - trying to guide the scene in the direction that he wanted and keep that tight hold of control that he usually held with you - but you didn’t often take only two of them, or three (it was one or all, usually). This confidence that he had in trying to control the scene for the both of you even from his position - and even more, Sam pushing back and actually egging the conversation on - was a little new.

Danny cocked his head. “I fuck other people’s faces, not the other way around. And those were not very nice words, pillow princess.”

“Maybe if you got your dick out of your own ass you could enjoy someone else’s for once,” Sam snarked back, and it kinda felt like you had faded to the background in favor of their back and forth arguing. So much for the ego boost.

Danny scoffed, “Like I don’t get fucked over by you three enough day to day–”

You finally had enough of it. Stalking over to the bed, you grabbed your panties and turned around to the men, who were split between eye-fucking you and eye-rolling at each other. “The next one to speak gets fucking panty-gagged.”

There was no room for protest in your words, and Sam shut up reluctantly, but Danny, just as you expected, pushed his boundary, scoffing and opening his mouth as if to talk, but only letting out a huff of air at the end that was followed by a shit-eating grin.

“Cheeky,” you sneered mockingly. He shrugged, eyes still telling you just how much he was enjoying this, and how much it was actually turning him on. “Now, rules are rules. You’ll figure them out eventually.” Your words were evil - almost guaranteeing a very long night for both men as they figured out exactly what you expected. “But this is fun! Like a search and find puzzle. Or BINGO, but bedroom edition.”

You settled back onto the bed and drew your vibrator from underneath the other pillow, smirking in Danny’s direction. He was very much acquainted with the toy, but not on this side of the fence. “Neither of us like those kinds of games,” Danny said roughly, eyes tracking the silicone that was obviously taking him back to the last time it was used. “Can we see what’s behind door number 2?”

Turning the toy on, a low buzzing filled the room. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you sighed, turning the vibrations to your clit. “Fuck. I really wish this was one of you. But you just can’t seem to catch the drift.” Except, you were aware that Sam was trying his best, and had realized his mistake last time. So instead of enjoying your pleasure alone, and curious how it would affect Sam, you turned the vibrator off again, wandering back over to him. “Care to share?”

He hummed, catching a nipple in his mouth and dragging his tongue across it. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, babe.”

His answer lit a fire inside you. God, why didn’t you take the reins more often? “Good answer,” you breathed as you pressed the power button once again.

Sam yelped from underneath you, jumping at the initial sensation of the vibe that was nestled against your core, and subsequently, where Sam’s balls met his shaft. At first, you weren’t sure if he was trying to squirm away or push closer, but the choked sounds and ragged breathing led you to believe it may have been the latter.

“See what good boys get?” you asked breathlessly, face turned towards Danny’s with a relaxed expression of pleasure making your eyes flutter.

But Danny refused to relent. “Be a good girl, and I can give you so much more.”

You ignored him and turned back to where you and Sam were pressed against the same toy and whined right along with him as you stroked yourself, higher and higher until it hit your clit and his head, both of you rocking into the vibrations. Your sweat mingled together when you aligned your foreheads together, sharing the same air.

The ‘three strikes’ concept was pushed to the side for just a moment while you focused on your own pleasure instead of the game. Sam seemed caught up as well as he used his legs to move himself, and it wasn’t until you looked down to where you were so close but not quite touching and saw the pearls of precome that were building at the tip of his cock that you realized you were getting away from yourself.

Fuck, you couldn’t let him have too much fun. But it was becoming more and more appealing to throw away your previous grudge and indulge in Sam’s body, but dammit you had a point to prove.

“Sorry, Sammy,” you whispered, truly apologetic, as you pulled away.

But he caught you with his teeth - sinking them into the muscle above your collarbone, and you cried out, goosebumps erupting all over your body from that point of contact. The sudden bite shocked you out of the façade you’d donned for the evening and made you keen, high and loud. That was gonna leave a big mark. “Don’t leave me,” Sam begged softly, murmuring the plea into your skin while he soothed that which he had bitten with his tongue. “What did I do wrong this time? I didn’t speak, I didn’t…I tried not to move,” he ventured, even though you both knew very well that he hadn’t been trying all that hard. “I just - I - please, tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.”

You wished you’d gagged him, because those words of his would be your downfall.

Turning the vibrator off was a loss for both of you, but you managed to keep your noise of dissent in, while Sam let out a soft grunt that trailed into a more hopeful whine when you lined him up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against you with just enough pressure to start the slide in, but never completing it - instead running your wetness down his shaft and repeating the actions.

“Sweetheart, please. You’re so fucking close, and I know you want to. I know you want to sit down, take me in, make us both feel so good,” Sam urged gently, keeping his feet firmly on the ground. He was leaning into you, pressing wet kisses in between words. “We can work so well together, sweetie - all you gotta do is–”

You felt like crying with how much you wanted exactly what he was feeding you. And he sounded so sweet and genuine and fucking needy it took everything in you not to give in. “Sammy,” you whined, voice higher and attempting to match him on his level of desperation, “Sammy, please. I can’t, baby. Not right now. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just be a good boy for me.” And seeing as you were in the position of power here, you shouldn’t have been begging. But something about him made you want to break character and be gentle and soft, like he was fragile even though you knew he wasn’t.

Sam groaned in frustration, but nodded nonetheless. Just as you started to come back into your role, a small, tortured groan came from Danny’s direction, and you saw that he must have really liked something he saw, because his bottom lip was bitten raw, and he leered lasciviously at the two of you. And knowing his dominant tendencies behind closed doors, watching you both dissolve into begging each other simultaneously for relief in two ways that contradicted each other, all whines and whimpers and bittersweet anguish, was probably a dream come true for him.

“You think you’re doing something, ignoring me over here,” he said, having scooted towards the bed so that he could put his feet up in a clear sign of disrespect, “but all I’ve gotten is a free show and time to work out just how to get out of these ropes. What’s gonna happen when I do, hmm?”

You snapped out of whatever funk Sam had lured you into and abruptly got off his lap, swiping Danny’s legs off the bed. He was really pushing back - which was what you expected, but hadn’t really taken into account at the same time. He was a stubborn man when it came to bedroom activities, but you’d expected him to catch on and desire release more than his pride.

Obviously, you were wrong.

“You still won’t get shit,” you said sweetly, faces close as you wheeled him back away from the bed. “But I guess you’ll have the choice to stay and watch Sam and I fuck or leave with the knowledge that we could’ve had so much fun if you’d just stop being an ass.”

Stupidly, you realized your position too late - leaning so far in that all it took was one of Danny’s legs wrapping around you to lurch you forward, your hands slipping on the chair arms as you fell into him.

His lips were nestled right by ear as he held you to him unyieldingly, those stupid-attractive thick thighs clearly not just for show. “Who says I’m not already having fun? You and Sammy over there are the ones trying so damn hard not to break.” He raised his voice a little so that it carried over to the other man in the room. “He had you right where I would have wanted you had I been in his position, and yet he folded, so quickly when he was so close to getting what he wanted.”

He grinned as he finished, releasing you from his hold as Sam blinked himself out of his state of arousal to snap back, “Well, it’s not about me. Not that you’d understand that. And I’d rather my dick fall off my body if it wipes that stupid grin off your face.”

Apparently, that was exactly was Danny was shooting for, that irritation from his best friend, because if anything, his grin only got bigger, and he licked his lips, eyes flicking between the both of you. “See, you’re wrong, Sammy. As usual. How could I be thinking of myself when I know it’s what she wants? What she needs?” You’d had enough of him. Already annoyed at yourself for getting wet at his words and at that awful (-ly hot) arrogance, you searched for your fallen panties on the bed, balling them up in your fist as Danny continued. “Maybe she takes authority with you - we all know you need it - but I know that what she really wants–” he wouldn’t see the gag coming, too engrossed in riling Sam (and himself, and you) up, “--and that’s to be used and led around by her fucking cunt in the bedroom. She’s trying to fill a role she isn’t shaped for - and I am very unselfishly offering to break her like you can’t, like she wants to be brok–”

The rest of his filthy sentence was interrupted by a muffled yell when you took advantage of how he couldn’t seem to shut his mouth and shoved your panties between his lips. He tried to say something around the fabric, but it was nearly unintelligible and you didn’t care to find out what he was trying to say.

“Oh sorry,” you said, fake apology dripping saccharine from your words, “I can’t really understand you.” Sam laughed, and you almost rolled your eyes because what you’d said wasn’t that funny. His ego must have been suffering, though, and you were sure any opportunity he had to build it back up, he would take. You ignored him, still, opting instead to tsk at Danny, staring down at his tented pants. “That has to hurt by now,” you cooed, crouching down and spreading his thighs apart with your body. It was such a fucking rush, being in this position you so often found yourself in, but with the power dynamics switched. “It would be a shame if we just…left it alone.”

Danny’s hips twitched toward the finger you teasingly trailed up his knee, to his thigh, narrowing inward until you jumped across his covered cock. More muted statements from his mouth that you ignored completely until the sound of spitting and puffing came from its direction.

Oh absolutely the fuck not.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, you yanked his hair back with the other and pressed a knee roughly flush against his dick - like a threat. A high moan that you weren’t sure you’d ever heard come out of his mouth seeped through the fabric of your panties and to your ears, igniting a shiver that started in your fingers and ran through your body.

You liked that noise. You really liked it.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I manhandle you?” He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. You felt his yes in the way his dick was twitching against you. Saw it in the way his eyelids fluttered and struggled to stay open. Leaning in to break character and whisper, you said, “Remember, red if you don’t like something. Or stomp your foot three times.” Then you were right back in character, tightening your grip on his thick locks and grinding your thigh into him. “If you spit that gag out, I’m not kidding when I say you won’t lay a single fucking finger on me for the next year. Now, pretty boy,” you mocked, “I hope you’ve realized that I know what I want and I know what I need. And since you still want to be a mouthy little bitch, you can watch me fuck myself on Sammy’s cock and take our pretty little pillow princess apart.”

The moment would have been perfect if Sam hadn’t found his bratty streak again. “Thank god and thank you, Daniel, for your big mouth. Finally fucking useful for once.”

Filled with the fire and power you’d started with again, you whipped around, a lovely little croak of a noise sneaking out of Danny as the movement pressed your kneecap harder against Danny’s dick, putting him on edge.

“You shut up unless you want me to walk right the fuck out of here and leave you and Danny to stare at each other, tied-up and hard and helpless and pathetic and all by yourselves.” And what an interesting picture that painted for you. But you wouldn’t actually go through with the threat. Not tonight. Not while you were trembling a little bit still, yearning for touch and release as if you’d denied yourself for a month instead of a minute.

Sam bit his lip as if the idea wasn’t completely abhorrent to him, either. You’d always suspected he had a little masochistic streak. But still, it wasn’t what he wanted right now. “No. No, I’m sorry, Viv,” he gulped. “I don’t want that. I want you. I want to touch you and please you.” His eyes grew wide and moony, and he wet his pouty bottom lip. “I wanna be your good boy.”

You left Danny to his own devices again. All this back and forth had you feeling like a ping pong game, but one where the ball did whatever the fuck she wanted and the players were firmly under her thumb.

And despite his outburst against Danny, you were still stuck on how sweet he’d sounded, imploring you to stay and asking for whatever you were willing to give him.

He had been a good boy, especially compared to Danny. And the night had to move along, as much as you were enjoying this. So, locking eyes with him, you took his chin in your hands, directing his gaze upwards. “Yeah? You wanna be my good boy?”

He nodded fervently, growing hair bouncing into his face as he promised sincerely, “I’ll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll be quiet, I won’t move - I can be your little fucktoy, Viv - I can, I can, promise.”

You groaned, the offer just too good. With him looking at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars, his dick hard and leaking against him, and your own arousal pumping through your veins - you had no qualms lining him up with you and sinking down as he murmured affirmation after affirmation in verses against your flushed skin, quieting when your hips came to rest flush against his.

“Mmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, starting a slow rock that turned it into a moan, “Jesus, Sammy. You make such a good toy for me, sweetheart, just like you promised.” He nodded, knowing he wasn’t allowed to speak, instead using his mouth for better endeavors - taking in his shaky breaths, sucking your nipples into his mouth so that they could slide against his tongue in the same rhythm you bounced on his dick. “Got me filled up just right, baby boy. Fuck…fuck. I take it back. I wanna hear those sweet, sweet words coming out of your mouth. Make me feel pretty, sweetheart?”

It was like you’d removed the stone to let the dam go, torrents of filthy praises spewing out of his mouth, flowing in trails between your breasts and climbing their way up your throat to fill your lungs.

“So good, Viv, so fucking good I wanna drown myself in you - god fucking damnit,” he growled, flinging his head back as you braced your thighs, tightened your core, and snapped your hips back and forth like there was an itch you could’t scratch unless you fucked yourself as fast as you could on him. “You use me so well, Viv, so good. And you’re so damn pretty, riding me like that. Your lips and hips and stomach and tits and…yeah,” he gasped, abs constricting so abruptly you felt it against you. He was trying so hard for you, the sweet thing. “Yeah, baby - you’re the prettiest thing that ever sat on my cock. That ever sat in the same fucking room as me. And I want to show you how good you are, how pretty, how much I love making you feel so good. Let me? Let me, please?”

“Fuck, you beg so pretty,” you gasped into Sam’s ear, listening to his little sounds and pleas. Every time you sat down, a sharp slap sounded into the room, and you could feel the way his legs tensed up and shifted in attempt to stop himself from fucking up into you. But he was a mess - you were certain he’d fuck up at least one more time before you were done.

A sound redirected your attention (which was quite a feat as you were rather attached to what you were currently doing) towards Danny, who looked so damn desperate you took pity on him and his muffled sounds and words. He had to be biting at the bit - or panties, more accurately - to do something.

“You want to spit those out, sweetie? Are you gonna stop mouthing off?” Danny nodded, eyes glazed over as he watched the live show in front of him. “You think you deserve it?” His throat bobbed as he met your eyes, silently asking for forgiveness with a tilt of his head forward, almost as if in deference. You hummed patronizingly. “I’m not convinced. But you know what? Maybe after a second opinion. Sammy?”

You suddenly stopped moving, keeping yourself still even as your approaching orgasm pleaded you to go the distance and finish you off. And if you had been close…well - Sammy, you were sure, had been closer.

“Darling, baby, sweetheart, no,” he wailed, realizing his mistake as soon as he pitched his hips up to bump you into action.

“Sammy baby, you leave me no choice when you don’t listen.” You pulled off of him, barely suppressing a whine yourself, and stumbled back on shaky legs to where he was tied up. “But you’ve been so sweet to me tonight, I’ll cut you some slack.” Your fingers trembled as you undid his ties from the back. “You can make me cum, your choice fingers or tongue, and we’ll re-evaluate after that. How does that sound? My pleasure in exchange for yours?”

He pulled you to the bed without another word, silencing himself with the slickness between your legs as soon as your back hit the mattress. You cried out; he knew exactly how to bring you to the peak, and took advantage of that fact. But you were naught to forget about Danny and his silent torment.

“Baby boy,” you keened, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair to bring him up on a gasp, lips glistening, tongue flicking out obscenely to lick you off his skin, “I still want your opinion. Has Danny been good enough? Should we let him talk to us? You know he won’t be quiet.” The disappointment in your tone was offset by the blatant need in Sam’s.

“I know I wouldn’t want to be quiet if I was in his position,” he admitted breathlessly. “I think he’s been good enough. And I…” He trailed off.

The strands between your fingers were silky, but damp with sweat and leftover stage product. You yanked, and he yelped pitifully, but you saw the way he ground himself into the mattress. “If I wanted to guess what you were saying, I’d have you speaking with your head still buried between my thighs. Now, what?”

There was a hesitation in his gaze that manifested in his mouth, fluttering open as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words lingering on his mind. “He’s been good enough, and I - and I don’t mind. When he talks to us.”

Heat flared across your body, your eyes cutting over to where Danny looked like he was trying desperately not to get the panties out of his mouth by any means necessary. “Spit ‘em out,” you finally permitted. Because after that little concession from Sam, how could you not?

It took a lot of sputtering, and some furious swiping at the material with his shoulder, but Danny finally got the material out of his mouth. You weren’t particularly concerned with his struggle, having guided Sam’s mouth back to you.

“Does she taste good?” Danny’s voice sounded dry, but you wouldn’t have known if it was from the gag or arousal unless the words came from his mouth. You’d still have to remember to get him some water soon.

Or you’d just give him a taste of what Sam was having. And there’d be enough wetness to go around, especially with the way Sam’s nose brushed your clit as he nodded enthusiastically, making sure he pulled out every trick in the book to bring you to completion. For someone who wasn’t the singer in the band, his tongue surely had talents of its own.

“Sweet boy, licking me out so well,” you choked out, grinding your hips against his face as you chased your pleasure. He’d definitely have to be rewarded for his efforts. With his lips playing with suction so well, but his teeth and tongue contributing to the electricity, building the energy in your body until it was like you were balancing on a live-wire, you finally retook control, leaning up on one hand while the other clutched harder at Sam’s hair to hold him in place as you used his face to take and take and take, Sam’s broken moans only adding to your pleasure. “Sammy!” you gasped, tumbling off your high and into his still-ravenous mouth.

“Keep going, Sammy. You said you wanted to make her feel good. Good boys keep their promises,” egged Danny from where he was.

It was about time you dealt with him.

Peeling Sam away from your bucking hips, you tugged him up the bed, tasting yourself on his tongue as you devastated him with a kiss and leaving him in a tizzy, hips rutting and tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Viv, I - was I good enough? Please, please tell me I was good enough, tell me I was your good boy, that I made you feel good. I need it. I need you.”

“Shh.” His cries upturned your plans. You had promised him, and you intended to let him collect. “Shh, baby. You were wonderful, you did so well and made me feel so fucking good.” He let out a relieved breath, tension dropping out of his shoulders. You’d have to trust that the two men would be okay with shared aftercare, because you were still intending them both to need it. Sammy seemed to be there already, willing to do whatever you asked of him, the poor boy. You’d have to re-evaluate Danny when you were done with Sam.

Sam held you close, hips twitching into the crease of your hip while you held him right back, wrapping your arms around him and comforting him as he deserved. “Sammy boy, my sweet, sweet, good boy. Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to ride you again? I promise I’ll let you cum this time.”

“Yes. Yes, please, please, please, please–” His mumbles disappeared in kisses, lacing your skin with heat and love and desperation so palpable in the way his fingertips rolled waves across your flesh and kept pulling you to him even when every inch of space had been taken. “If you’ll let me fuck you, I want to make you feel good again. Good boys keep their promises, right?”

Danny's words coming from between Sam’s lips was a lovely example of how well he could listen. Maybe you’d gotten through to him. “That’s right, love. But I want you to feel good.”

Sam was already gingerly taking himself in hand. “I know. I still want to fuck you, if that’s okay with you?”

You smiled and accepted him between your legs. “Yes, baby boy, it’s okay with me. Come fuck me now, sweetheart, and we can feel good together.”

“Thank you,” he whispered as he pushed into you, soft groan echoing in your ear and making your brain whir with new happy hormones. “Thank you so much, baby. You’re so good to us,” he praised as he began thrusting into you, pace already sloppy and uncoordinated.

Danny had wheeled himself over to where the action was taking place, and you saw him in your peripheral, watching as Sam worked himself into a frenzy. “So desperate, Sammy. But still remembering your manners. Viv’s got you under lock and key, doesn’t she?” His words spurred Sam on, but he was whining out his concurrence against your lips. “Does she own you, Sam?”

“Yeah,” he grated, concentrating on not losing himself. “Yeah, she owns me. Fucking - I - I wanna make you feel good,” he stated disjointedly, “but I can’t - I can’t –”

Wrapping your legs around him, you pulled him further into you. “You said I own you, right?” He nodded, panting and moving and chasing and stopping, “Then I own your cum, too, Sam. Now, I want it. Cum in me, baby boy, it’s what we both want. Give me what I want and you’ll be a good boy.”

He sobbed and couldn’t argue, couldn’t even begin to put up a fight. As soon as he had permission, he was gone - floating away on a cut string and limply letting his body control him for a few minutes as he came back with your soft words.

“Good boy. So good. Let me deal with Danny–” cue a long groan from said untouched man, “--and then I’ll come back to take real good care of you, okay?” His response was muffled in your breasts, where his face had come to rest. “What?”

“I said…can I watch?”

You laughed gently, hugging him for still being his silly, goofy self even after showing you that level of vulnerability. “Sam, he just watched you fall apart in my hands and talked to you while you did it. Of course you can watch. In fact,” you said, tapping Sam’s shoulder in an effort to get him to roll off of you, “it would only be fair if you participated a little bit, too.”

Danny had a wild look in his eye. Feral and desperate, you wanted to corner him until he surrendered, until he was the one begging for mercy. “I dunno, honey, looks like you fucked all the participation outta him.”

But Sam was quick to come back, saying, “Don’t be so sure, Daniel. And I would watch your fucking mouth if I were you.”

Danny was distracted by your lowering to your knees in front of him, swallowing hard but keeping up the game. “Why? Because - because you’d - um - because you’d do what, pillow princess?” he finally got out, breath quickening.

“It must be awfully hard keeping this attitude up,” you sighed. “But I’m getting tired of waiting for you to stop being a brat. I think it’s about time I make you.”

The threat was clear and dangerous in your voice, but seemingly hypocritical to how you tugged his pants down his legs. His groan of relief told an entire novel in itself. The rich, deep start giving away just how desperate he’d been to free his cock, and the small hiccup at the end telling you just how high his sweet sounds could go when he got what he wanted.

You were gonna make him fucking sing.

Engulfing him in your mouth, he cursed at the suddenness of stimulation, and you could only imagine the way his eyes would roll to the back of his head. You didn’t have to imagine the full-body shudder, though. You tasted that one through the drop of precome on your tongue and felt it all the way down to where his thighs shook underneath your palms.

Drawing off, and in much the same fashion as you had first done to Sam, you pumped him, hard and fast and intentional, in your hand as he squirmed and writhed under the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure. “Sam, you’re somewhat of an expert on this.”

Sam perked up from his spot still resting on the bed. “Yeah?”

“How many times should we edge our naughty Daniel tonight?”

A lick of his lips, and dark meeting of eyes between the two men - one daring the other to do something drastic and the other taking the challenge. So much tension, and then – “Let’s see…how many times did he run his big mouth?”

“Too many times to count,” you chuckled, “do you really want to be here all night?”

Sam pursed his lips. “True. Let’s settle on a good ‘ol lucky number five.”

With a quick agreement set and Danny protesting all the while, you set about round one, continuing the hard and fast jerk you had going, even locking eyes with Danny as you drooled down to where your handjob was bringing him close to the edge he’d been sitting on all night. “Let’s get there fast and furious, and then we can have our fun.”

Danny bucked into your fist with a moan, hissing, “Not our. Fucking…you. You and Sam. M’not having fun.”

Knowing that Danny was aware of the safeword, you laughed, playfully eying his erection. “Oh yeah? Huh. So you can’t control your mouth and you can’t control your cock. Not so dominant after all, are we, Danny?”

Sam’s long legs draped on either side of your shoulders, and you relaxed into the bed while you gave Danny a handjob as if it wasn’t affecting you at all. But you felt twin flames of heat running up and down your body, sizzling with the visual you had and consuming his sounds so that you didn’t miss any of his ‘I’m close’ tells.

“I don’t think it’ll matter that he can’t control his cock tonight, darling. You seem to have a good hand on that particular problem,” Sam said gleefully. You giggled at his play on words, but Danny, the sneaky bastard, took the opportunity to clench his abdomen and attempt to push himself into an orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” you clucked, immediately letting him go and watching him throb and curse. “You can’t just sneak an orgasm past me, Daniel you little brat.” Smirking evilly up at him, you said, “You’ve guaranteed I know every which way you cum with how you use me, usually. Looks like it’s coming back to bite ya in the ass, isn’t it?”

Danny huffed like a racehorse, swallowing so harshly his Adam’s apple hung suspended for a moment. He collected himself before answering you again. “There’s not a thing in this world that could make me regret having you take my cum so well, pretty girl.”

You wanted to break him. You’d seen the cracks, the fault lines in his façade, heard the shakiness in his voice, and you wanted to capitalize on that. It would be so sweet to watch him crumble. But he always caught himself before he fell, which was agonizing to you both, you were sure.

“Hmm. Well, that was only number one. We have a ways to go, and we’ll see if we can change that.” You tilted your head back to look up at Sam, who was still just watching from above you as you kneeled. “Hey, Sammy. Spit in my mouth?”

The request shocked both men, and you heard Danny’s sharp intake of breath cut through the silence like a hot knife that buried itself in your stomach - it set you up in flames. Because you knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Something about the possession and the filthiness and the depravity hit something in him that made his entire being vibrate.

So for you to throw it in his face, asking his best friend to do it right in front of him while he was helpless to do anything? Killer.

You gave Sam your best bedroom eyes, upside down and waiting for him with an open mouth, and relished in the way he gently braced his thumbs on the hinge of your jaw and guided your lips open just a little wider with the rest of his fingers on your chin. “Anything for you, Viv,” he murmured before gathering his spit behind puckered lips, leaning over you and aiming as well as he could before shooting it into your wide open embrace.

It was always strange to you, the feeling of someone else’s saliva in your mouth, but you tolerated it because it was hot, as well. And you had a very specific use for Sam’s spit in mind.

As Sam withdrew, you met Danny’s hungry gaze, mouth still hanging open obscenely, and kept it as you tipped your head forward and let it drip onto his cock, which twitched as soon as the saliva hit. “Fuck,” Danny uttered between clenched teeth.

You heard Sam groan behind you, and then his hair curtained your peripheral. “That was really fucking dirty of you, babe. Really, really fucking dirty.”

“I know,” you said cheerfully, thumbing at the sensitive ridge below Danny’s head. It didn’t bother you that your cheek was pressed against the seat of the chair as you focused your mouth on Danny’s balls. “I need you to tell me when you think he’s getting close,” you asked of Sam, as your vision would be rather compromised.

“Ok.”

There was a movie running through your mind, though, of you - on your knees, tongue and lips working to pleasure Danny - blissfully unaware of a silent war raging between the two men. Danny not wanted to beg, trying to get Sam to sympathize with him and perhaps pull an ‘oh no, I caught it too late’ and Sam taking delight in denying him.

You wouldn’t know, though, since all you could see was Danny’s cock and Danny’s balls and Danny’s thighs. Every time he tried to push into you, you bared your teeth to rest smooth on a place he did not want to feel them and eventually he settled to take what you gave.

There was a stubble beneath your tongue, and you were a little fearful that you’d get beard burn that wasn’t from a beard.

“He’s getting close, sweetheart.” Sam’s voice drifted in from above, and you wondered what it was like for him, seeing Danny like this just as you were for the first time, but unlike you, really looking at him and paying attention. “He’s trying not to let me know, but I know. I think it might be time to pull away.”

You throbbed at his words, so gentle and smooth for someone indirectly edging their best friend.

Danny’s cock disappeared once more into your mouth as you rose up, kissing the tip for fun, and then left him alone. But you were not. Left alone, that is. Sam took your chin in his hand and searched your face, letting his eyes linger curiously on your lips, and then dipped his head to capture them with his own. What seemed like a sweet kiss turned filthy as Sam licked into your mouth zealously, intentionally.

Both of you were panting when he pulled back. “Did you taste him?” you asked shakily.

‘Did you want to?’ was the real question.

You knew that’s why he’d been so hesitant, so curious - kissing you after someone else’s dick had just been in your mouth was a move not for those who suffered fragile masculinity. But it wasn’t just indifference you got from Sam. It was interest.

“I think so,” he revealed, almost inaudibly.

“What’d I taste like, on our pretty girl’s lips?” Danny must have been in hell, hating his situation but simultaneously getting off on it. But he still found his voice.

You stroked a finger down Sam’s face. “Yeah, baby boy. What’d we taste like?”

Sam took your lips once more, a small smirk on his when he left you. “Sweet and salty, darling. Now, that was only two, wasn’t it?”

You could tell they were both antsy, and decided to indulge them, pushing Sam back from you and mounting Danny in one smooth move, rubbing your clit with your fingers on top of him so that he could feel you moving against the skin of his cock. “Okay. We’ll make this one fast. Think you can handle it?” you asked, altering your grinding from against the stiff control of your fingers and to the bare skin of Danny’s cock. You stroked his tip up against your opening, teasing him with the slickness and pressure before just running his cock between your lips, making sure you had a thumb teasing at his slit to get him to the edge.

“Think you can handle me?”

Danny meant for his words to be a threat, but when it escaped, choked and pathetic, there wasn’t much threat to be heard.

When he started leaking profusely, straining up to try and get inside you when you lined yourself up, you took everything away again.

Danny’s face colored a deep red and his face screwed up in frustration. “Damnit, Viv! Just let me cum!”

You forgot how tall Sam was until he used his height to his advantage, so when it only took him three strides to get up from the bed to behind Danny’s chair, you could only blink sluggishly as Danny’s head snapped back, Sam (dressed in his shorts again) glowering over him, hand buried into his hair in one bold move, only a slight pause in his actions. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that, bitch.”

You knew Danny would have something to say about that, so you stepped into action, scraping your fingernails up the sensitive inner thighs, soft and just so overdue for a mark or two - making his legs contract in on his body with surprise.

“He’s right, you know. You just keep making things difficult. Wouldn’t it be so nice to give in for once? I’ll give you all the pleasure you’d want, baby,” you cooed. “But that’s three. We have to get to five since you’d been so bad. Sammy even had to step in, how embarrassing is that?”

“Now be quiet,” Sam whispered, keeping his hand at Danny’s scalp. You saw the bumps of his knuckles moving, though, and you thought that maybe he was a little sympathetic to Danny’s plight. “Let her take care of you.”

Lowering yourself onto his cock unexpectedly, you keened just as Danny did, and the unanticipated pleasure worked well in your favor, sanding down his rough edges to your liking grain by painstaking grain. “I just want to cum,” he moaned lowly, “I just want release.”

You rocked with him inside you, deep and snug and so right. It filled you up, like a helium balloon, and you felt so high and floaty, and yet you were grounded by your ambition. “I will, baby. I’ll take care of you. You just have to let me.”

It was a stretch to lean over him, with his head flung so achingly back and his neck forging a strong line from his jaw to the distracting arch of his throat, but you made it just so that you could kiss him. He was so weary, so desolate now. It wouldn’t be long until you reached his foundation and took a pickaxe to it.

You rode him gently, trying to work your hips to catch his cock in all the right ways, and kept your abs tight to bear down on him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Danny gasped, eyes pinched shut in the agonizing knowledge it would once again not come to fruition.

“Good boy, Danny,” you praised, stilling but keeping him nestled in your warmth, “good boy. I know you’re so desperate. I know you’re so frustrated. But that was a step in the right direction. So good.”

Any progress was progress in the end, and Danny keeping his hips from fucking up into you as you sat unmoving in his lap, telling you he was about to come just so that you could deny him - it was delicious. You wanted to eat it up until he had nothing left to offer. Wanted to beat him down until he looked up at you for mercy under your heel.

This man was so perfect for breaking.

“You’re catching on,” Sam commented, still holding Danny’s head to the top of the chair. He gazed down at him in a sated, happy sort of hope, like he was just waiting for Danny to join him where he existed so blissfully. “Just wait. That was four. After five, she’ll fuck you so good, Daniel, you’ll never want anything else like the way you want her to fuck you right now.” Sam pulled you in for a kiss over Danny’s head. “Isn’t that nice?”

“You want me to fuck you, Danny boy? Want me to fuck you so well?”

You and Sam waited on bated breath for his response, both hoping he wouldn’t snark something and ruin the moment. Fuck, you just wanted him to submit so that you could both finish out the night.

“I do. I want to fuck you, Viv, you know that.”

Sam exhaled, disappointment heavy on his breath. “Danny…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you rose up, then sat down hard - the bounce burning your thighs. The honey-sweet sob that ripped out of Danny’s throat broke like brittle, though, and Sam finally let his hair go so that he could drop his forehead to your shoulder, but he only used it to bite over where Sam’s teeth had sunk into you early, and you shouted out as his teeth reignited the tender skin. “Danny, fuck!”

He didn’t even attempt to soothe the skin, panting hotly against it instead. “Gonna have to let me come, soon,” he said drunkenly. “It’s gonna have to end at some point, Viv. Ride me harder, ride me faster. We can cum together.”

And the agony of his words as they struck your soul was that he was so damn sincere. He honestly had no clue that there was more, that he hadn’t quite made the cut. And as much as it hurt you, as much as it pained you to know that this stubborn, strung-out, so heartbreakingly oblivious fool would suffer more at your hand–

You would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to the breakdown.

“Yeah? You wanna cum together, sweet boy?” He shivered in your arms. “You wanna get us so filthy? Oh, you’re so fucking needy, baby,” you sang in his ear. “And you’re so fucking close, too. I can feel you, all hot and twitchy inside me. Let’s take our last little break. Do you want me to cockwarm while we calm down?”

“Yes, pretty girl, yes. You just sit there on my dick and let me rest. And then you can fuck yourself on me some more,” he agreed, relief saturating his voice, so achingly desperate.

Sam met your eye, brows furrowed. You knew what he was asking, what he was looking for.

Were you really going to give him what he wanted?

And the answer?

No.

You shifted your weight suddenly, wrapping yourself around Danny so that he was nearly being suffocated by your breasts (which you were sure wasn’t a complaint on his end), and rode him for all you were worth. The upped intensity was rough on both of your worn-out bodies, but you drove forth anyway.

“Gonna ride you until you cum all up in me, baby,” you whispered in his ear, grateful for Sam’s hold on the chair that kept you from painting the room in wheel-marks, “just like we agreed, yeah? Just like I said?”

“Yes - yes! I’m so close, Viv, you have no idea - I - I - just a little bit more,” he squeezed out.

“Can you beg me, baby? Beg me to let you cum? It would be so sweet of you,” you cajoled. But he refused, making little noises instead to offset your request. And that just wouldn’t work. “Did you hear me, Danny?” Your tone was sharper, and You knew Sam had caught on when his fingertips gripped the seat a little tighter. “I said, beg me to let you cum.”

It was no longer a request, it was a demand. To have spent so much time lulling him into that comfort zone, letting him think that he still had some semblance of control, made it so much sweeter ripping that rug from underneath his feet.

“Daniel, beg,” Sam whispered, like a true friend who didn’t want his buddy getting in any more trouble than he already was. “She’s not asking. Just do it, Danny. Just beg for her. For us.”

But still, nothing.

“You’re going to beg or you’re going to get abso-fucking-lutely nothing,” you snarled, ripping away your entire body from him. Danny let out an anguished cry and tried to keep himself from coming into a ruined orgasm. He’d been right fucking there. One more touch would have sent him overboard.

“That was five!” he cried. “That was five, I swear that was five, that was fucking five times!” He raged and fought against his bonds, and you were certain the chair would have tipped if Sam wasn’t wrestling to keep it upright. Perhaps Danny would learn a lesson if you let him throw himself on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum in the cereal aisle. “You promised! You fucking - you - you –”

He cut himself off with the most frustrated sound you’d ever heard from him and wanted to make it all better, but you wanted him to beg more. That was all you wanted. So simple, so easy, and yet…not for him. You stayed quiet, hoping he would work himself up so much to the point where he would give in. You’d done all you could outside of leaving him like this all night, which you wouldn’t do.

“Beg for us, Danny, please,” Sam implored at his ear, and you found it ironic. But also, this could work. Danny was a sucker for when people begged him, but you’d already established you wouldn’t. Sam was the best bridge between you that there was. “Please, Daniel. Please, just - I promise, just tonight. That’s all we want. Just tonight.”

Sam kept murmuring his encouragement while you stared longingly at the two. God, it was all you wanted.

“Please, Viv,” Danny croaked finally, head hanging low in perceived defeat, “please, fuck me. Make me cum, please.”

Even you surprised yourself with the speed you tackled the man with, kissing the prayers straight from the sinner’s mouth. Good enough for now.

“Untie him, Sammy,” you breathed, smoothing your hands over his heated skin, but wanting to wait until he was free to do anything more. “Untie him, and then Danny, I want you on the bed.”

It wasn’t until Danny was splayed out on his back, with you hovering over him, that you asked again. “More, Danny. I want more. You heard Sam earlier. Don’t beg me for selfish reasons, sweetheart. Don’t just say ‘please’. C’mon. Beg me for real,” you urged, catching the very angry head of his dick in your folds.

“I don’t know how,” he sobbed, playing helpless and hoping for pity. “I don’t know what you want.”

With one big sigh, you stopped moving. “Well then, I guess if you don’t know by now…Sam,” you said, putting as much disappointed sadness into your voice as you could, “I don’t think he can. Could you bring me my pajamas?”

And while it did say something that Danny stayed supine, watching with panicky eyes as you began to work your clit so that you could find your own pleasure instead of grabbing you and trying to take what he wanted, you observed him from half-hooded eyes, waiting, waiting, waiting - Danny’s breaths becoming labored and uneven - until –

“I’m sorry!” he burst out, eyes so wide and blown out you could’ve taken a clear picture with a fucking Nokia flip phone. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry for - for being a brat and making you wait,” he purged, cleansing himself of the night’s difficulty. “All I want is you, Viv. All I want is your touch and whatever you want to give me. I want your hands and your lips, honey, it doesn’t even have to be your pussy. And I - I know I don’t deserve to cum, but I really, really, fucking want to. Please. Please, let me.”

And finally, the sweet, sweet conclusion.

“Sam, get behind me,” was all you said.

You felt him immediately, the warmth of his skin hovering over you, the dip of the mattress, the nesting doll image of your knees bracketing Danny’s hips and Sam’s bracketing yours, but he didn’t touch you. “What do you need?”

You were already lining Danny up, for the final time that night. “You’re gonna help Danny get me off,” you explained, groping blindly for his hand and pressing it to your soaked clit, grinding into him for just a second before you decided Danny didn’t need to be teased any more this evening and sat on his cock.

Even though you’d only cum once in the night, you still felt so used up, like your energy had been siphoned out of you. Sam was so close against you that you felt his dick twitch against your back as he moved with the rhythm you set, trying his best to keep his finger in-time and on-target - which, with how slick you were and how fast you were moving, was quite an ambitious task. You felt it every time he slipped on accident, grazing where you were sucking Danny in and eliciting low, exhausted groans from the two of you.

“He’s about to cum, sweetheart. Look at him, so pretty and willing and…oh fuck, he’s crying!”

Your pace stuttered as you saw Danny’s tears as well, quickly leaning down to comfort him. But as soon as you stopped, he sobbed louder. “No! No, no, please don’t stop,” he begged, obviously having gotten the hang of it. “Please don’t stop again - I can’t take it!”

You shushed him, starting to move instantly after his plea. “I won’t stop, sweet boy. I just need to know that you’re alright. You’re crying, baby.”

Danny brought a shaky hand to his face, feeling the wetness there. “I - It’s - I’m not,” he tried to convince you, “I’m not crying, I’m sweaty and tired and over-fucking-stimulated and I’ll be fine. I promise, I promise! Just - I need you. I can’t have you stop again,” he whimpered desolately.

“Can you at least tell us your color?” Sam asked gently from your shoulder, gazing down at him as well.

Danny nodded, squirming against both you and Sam’s weight. “It’s green. It’s green, but if I get edged again, I might have to - it might change.”

“We won’t,” you promised earnestly. “Come on, Danny. Cum for me, sweet boy.”

You knew he was there. That he had been since you’d touched him. And he listened so easily this time, to that request. His eyes rolled back and his entire torso convulsed upwards in an arch as you felt him empty himself into you.

Sam scaled his fingers across you even faster, racing to get you to your peak, and Danny’s hands came to grip your hips in a tight hold, keeping you almost immobile on top of him. “Thank you, Viv, thank you thank you thank you,” Danny whined, the gratitude rushing forth as if it had been all he wanted all this time as well. “Please, I want you to cum on me. Make her, Sam, please - you gotta - you gotta get her there.”

“I will,” Sam promised, locking eyes with him over your shoulder. “Look, Danny, I am.”

You came with Sam’s fingers dancing over your nerves and still stuffed full of Danny. And then you collapsed, panting heavily into Danny’s neck as he returned the favor and buried his face into yours. “Good boy,” you lauded, “good boys.” You reached back and Sam took a hold of your loose hand. “Come over here, Sammy. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your aftercare.”

“Just cuddle, please,” Danny whispered into your skin. “For now.”

You pet his hair soothingly. “Of course, baby. Of course we can just cuddle for now. But we have to clean up at some point.” You rolled to Danny’s side, but he followed so that he could still lay full-body against you, and you tried to rearrange yourself so that Sam could join on your other side. He promptly clambered up against you as well, and you held them both. You even thought you saw Sam take Danny’s hand, but you weren’t sure, and you weren’t concerned, and you weren’t going to say anything about it if he did. Comfort was the name of the game, now, and you would take it and give it any way you could.

There were still tear tracks on Danny’s face, and you craned over to him to kiss them away, salty on your lips. “Sweaty,” you teased gently, and Danny hummed.

“So sweaty,” he said with a small smile and as much a warning in his eyes as he could manage that said, ‘if you ever fucking mention this, you will be sorry’.

“Thank you for playing along tonight, baby. Both of you.”

You got a kiss from each side. “It was our pleasure. We’re sorry for fighting and spilling coffee on you.”

You’d kinda forgotten all about that.

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All Eyes on Me

a/n: hey guys! just a little something for u since i love u guys and got inspired. i hope u enjoy <;3

NSFW 18+!

Jake Kiszka POV

the feeling of having all eyes on you was something you became obsessed with. of course, sharing the stage with your three brothers took a part of it away, but you always knew how to get the attention right back. it became one of the most rewarding feelings for you, having everyone needy and wanting.

and so you became a monster once those eyes tracked your every movement. you felt lucky they couldn’t hear you, because the animalistic groans that left your lips as you touched the strings and caressed your guitar would leave them a fucking mess.

tonight, the air felt different. you were in europe, feeling frisky. you knew your fans were expecting you to act different, with the moustache you’d been growing out the entire break off tour.

you had been playing extremely hard tonight, your mouth almost constantly open to let your ragged breaths out, the slight moans escaping your lips as your cock rubbed against your guitar ever so gently. you knew how much they liked it, seeing you all sweaty like this, wanting to taste the sweat that travelled down your chest.

you knew how much they wanted it.

your mind went blank once you raised the guitar to your face, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the whammy bar.

yeah.. scream for me. you thought.

you heard the roar of the crowd as you bobbed your head against it, letting the sound of it travel around the arena, knowing how it’ll affect them.

you felt yourself throbbing in your satin pants, hoping the stain of your precum wouldn’t show through the material, luckily the show was almost over and your sweet relief was awaiting for you soon in your hotel room.

-

stepping out of the shower, you sighed whilst brushing your hair after drying yourself off. still rock hard from earlier. you had edged yourself a couple times under the water but you wanted to know what they thought of your little act.

you laid down in your comfortable hotel bed, fully naked in your favourite attire to please yourself this way.

you turned your phone on and pressed the ‘x’ app, logging on to your burner account. it had no followers, and a random username where no one could guess it’s you.

usually, you’d look through your bookmarks where you kept your favourite posts that people wrote about you, mostly about your body, the way you touch the guitar.

but tonight, you had given them something to talk about.

scrolling through your timeline, a video of you with the guitar against your face was all you could see.

user: “i wish i was that guitar”

yeah… i wish you were too..

you grabbed the base of your cock, caressing it with your fingertips softly grabbing it, teasing yourself a little.

user: “he definitely knows what he’s doing”

so, can you see through my little act? god i love the way you all want me..

your eyes fluttered shut as your hand movements increased, gripping yourself a little harder now.

user: “he knows how to use his tongue doesn’t he”

i do… fuck..

you threw your head back, moans escaping your lips as you began to fuck into your hand, thinking about the way you acted, the way they all loved it.

user: “does he know I’m a set of holes for him”

god damn.. why don’t you let me find out, hm?

you never had anyone specific in mind when reading these, just knowing someone was out there wanting you was enough. you could feel your orgasm approaching but you wanted more, you wanted to keep going. you slowed down your hand movements and stroked slowly, scrolling through more posts.

user: “he’s literally tongue punching his guitar on stage when is it my turn”

door’s unlocked babe..

fuck. they just get you, don’t they? they know you love it, they know you love basking in their attention. it fed you. the horribly horny monster that resides inside you, waiting to be teased.

user: “i need him to fuck me NOW”

have i got you all wet and dripping for me, honey? oh i’m sure i have..

you groaned as your orgasm took over, you were desperate now. fucking into your hand as your cum leaked all over your fingers, hitting your chest and a part of your neck. you really needed this. you breathed out a string of curses as the final drops of cum leaked over your hand.

“fuck..” you giggled to yourself as you looked at the mess you caused.

you knew you could always count on your fans to treat you right.

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