#Sam kiszka one shot

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Lay Me Down

Lay Me Down

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Reader

Summary: You give a hurting Sam some love and attention.

Warnings: Mention of pain medicine

Word Count: 1.5k

Sam was hunched over his piano in the dining room, deeply concentrating on what he was doing. From the kitchen you could see him as you loaded the dishwasher. He’d play a few notes, write something down in a notebook, add to it, and then record it on his phone. After a few hours, it seemed like he had a whole song completed.

“Done!” he said as he stretched his hands up with his phone in his hand, and groaned. 

As he stretched, he arched his back slightly and you watched his purple t-shirt lift up, giving you a view of his lower back and the band of his underwear sticking out from the waistband of his gray and white striped pants. 

He met you in the kitchen and instantly pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. 

“The album… is officially… done,” he said, sighing as he took a swig and rested his forearms on the counter, letting his head fall down between them with his hair fanning out onto his arms and the granite countertop. 

“Well, the keyboard parts are done,” he corrected himself with a chuckle, his voice muffled. 

He pressed his arms down on the countertop and contracted and arched his shoulder blades slowly, stretching out his back from the fixed position he had been in for the past few hours. 

Groans and sighs escaped his mouth as he relieved some of the tension and stiffness.

With his head still down, he reached up with one hand and began massaging the spot between his shoulder and his neck. He dug his fingers into his skin in an attempt to loosen up his stiff muscles. 

This happened often to Sam. He would hunch himself over his instruments time after time, only realizing the side effects of his poor posture once it was too late. Thus resulting in many unsuccessful self massages, heating pads, and shoulder and back stretching that didn’t really do anything, causing him to be sore the next day regardless. 

You walked over to the other side of the island, placed your hand on his back, and rubbed up and down on him gently, leaning down with your forearms on the counter just as he was. 

“Take a hot shower,” you whispered, giving his hair covered temple a little kiss, “and come to bed, hm?”

He nodded, inhaled deeply, and lifted his head up to look at you with a soft smile and tired eyes. 

That soft smile turned into a bigger one once he felt you hand smack his butt gently, urging him to get moving. 

The once calm house bubbled with joy and laughter as two of you giggled down the hallway with Sam chasing after you as you headed toward the bathroom. Before you knew it, you were pinned between the vanity sink and Sam’s body with his mouth on yours and your hands in his hair. 

“Okay,” you laughed in between kisses as the countertop of the vanity poked into your spine, causing you pain, “Okay, you won!”

Sam pulled away, breaking the kiss with a very satisfied smile on his face, and turned around to start up the shower. 

Once Sam had stepped into the shower, you grabbed a few things from the vanity cabinets and headed to the bedroom.

On his nightstand you set down a hand towel, body oil, and a bottle of painkillers. 

A freshly showered Sam entered the bedroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, reaching behind his head, still rubbing his shoulder, causing the skin there to become a shade of pink. 

As he approached the bed, his eyes narrowed at the sight of the products on the top of his nightstand before turning to you in the doorway to the closet. 

“What’s this for, huh?” he asked you with his fingertips just grazing the top of the bottle of oil.

“Lay down, Sammy,” you said sweetly as you approached the bed in just a tiny matching pajama set, one which even though it was casual, it was still sexy and Sam loved it.

Sam did as you said, laying down on his back like he did every night he was home, assuming you’d cuddle up next to him until you both fell asleep.

But tonight was different. You had bigger plans for Sam tonight. 

“Lay on your stomach, Love,” you said as you grabbed the bottle of oil and lifted your legs to get onto the bed. 

Sam rolled over, pushing the sheets and blankets away from him to give you space as you joined him.

You crawled on top of him, straddled him, and sat down on his butt, to which he let out a soft laugh in response. 

His eyes were closed but one opened to peek at what you were doing behind him. His eyebrow raised with curiosity as he watched you open the oil and pour a decent amount into your hands, letting the excess drip onto his bare back. 

The second your hands made contact with his skin, his eyes closed once more. 

At first, you were gentle, getting him to relax and just rubbing the oil around from the waistband of his boxer briefs all the way up to his neck and shoulders, feeling every breath he took as you lightly smoothed your hands all over his back.

After a bit of warming him up, you began the job you intended to do. 

Pressing both of your thumbs into the dimples on either side of his base of his spine, you began. With pressure, you slide your thumbs up his back until you reached his shoulder blades. 

“That feels nice,” he said in a tired voice, almost slurring his words. 

“Shh, just relax, Baby,” you whispered as you repeated the action a few times before continuing with his lower back for a bit.

You kneaded the palms of your hands into the meat of his back near his hips, pushing and pulling at his skin and muscles, releasing some of the built up tension and earning a few more soft moans from him. Once you got a good motion, you worked your way up his back again until you reached the place he needed you the most. 

Grabbing the chunk of skin between his shoulders and his neck- you felt it. 

Every long rehearsal.

Every late writing session.

Every show from this past tour and probably the tour before that. 

You gave him a good squeeze, kneading his tight muscles with all the strength you had and instantly his once relaxed face tensed up and he hissed through his teeth.

“Hurts?” you asked, loosening the grip you had on him and gently rubbing your hands on his skin to soothe him.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “but it’s a good hurt,” he assured you. 

A small “Kay,” was all you replied with before continuing again.

You pushed your thumb deep into him while digging the rest of your fingers into the other muscles as more audible moans escaped Sam’s lips. 

As you applied more pressure, Sam’s eyes shut tight and his mouth opened.

A loud “Ah,” left him when you pressed your thumb into a previously untouched spot, which seemed to be the spot to hit. 

“Mhm, right there, get in there,” he groaned, almost pleading with you to keep going.

You giggled just a bit from his desperation and continued, leaning down to give his shoulders just a couple light kisses. 

As you continued, you could literally feel the tension in his muscles being massaged away, so you could only imagine the relief Sam was feeling. 

After some time, Sam’s groans turned back into hums, assuring you that most of the built up tension that was causing pain had left his body.

But what really proved it was the tiny closed mouth smile that appeared on Sam’s face as your hand movements became gentler and softer until they came to a complete stop.

Once all the oil was wiped up and a couple pain pills were working their way through Sam’s system, you crawled back into bed with him again, only this time, you cuddled yourself up next to him and he instantly pulled you close with his chin resting on the top of your head.

His skin was soft from the oil as you rubbed his back gently with your fingertips.

“Thank you,” Sam whispered lazily, “I’ll repay the favor for you.”

“Will you play me that song tomorrow?” you asked quietly.

“‘Course. And anything else you want,” Sam replied, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

As you rubbed his back, he rubbed yours, lulling you to sleep until his breathing became deeper and his hand stilled.

“This is all I want,” you whispered as you cuddled yourself closer to an already peacefully sleeping Sam.

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Succulent

Sam x Fem OC

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Praise Kink, Edging, mentions of Choking (very mild) Dom Sam, Oral (F & M receiving) Fingering, Penetrative sex, Cockwarming, Degradation in the form of condescension, Spanking (if you squint) , and finally some fluff.

Word Count: 6.3k

Author's Note: Just a little treat for you hehe 🤭 Enjoy!

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Succulent (adjective) (of food) tender, juicy, and tasty

Birdie POV

“I’m so excited.” I’m giddy with anticipation in the front seat of Sam’s new truck, a Toyota Tundra he named ‘Mr. Big’ after the character in Zootopia. He tried to stick it out as long as he could with Edith, poor guy, but she gave up all on her own. Though I have to say, I much preferred Edith over Mr. Big. I think I just get nostalgic for all the adventures we took with her. 

The three hour journey has been a lengthy one, but with the long winding road coming into view, I know we're close. I’ve never been to Stowe, Vermont before but I know it's a popular vacation spot. Vermont lends a same outdoorsy feel as home while not being too far away, the perfect getaway spot. Sam reaches a hand across the console and takes mine in his, my heart squeezing along with the pressure of his fingers. I can’t help but stare at him. We’ve made it so far over the last, almost two years. Learning so much from each other, testing each other, pushing each other. God, we’re so ingrained in the very make-up of each other at this point I forget we haven’t even celebrated our second anniversary yet.

“I think this is it.”

We pull into a long driveway and up to a gorgeous natural wood cabin with a two-car garage. There are windows on either side of the chimney who’s brick is exposed to the outside, oh there’s a fireplace, and a porch that runs the length of the house. Fresh snow adorns the large yard, and I just know that the view from the inside is going to be so beautiful in the morning. 

“Oh, Sammy. This is incredible!” I exclaim. I scoot to the edge of my seat, trying to get a better view. 

“Wait til you see the inside, there’s 3 bedrooms and a sauna,” shooting me a wink before putting the truck in park. 

“A sauna, huh?” I lean an elbow on the center console and pull him in for a slow kiss by the front of his jacket. “I’m definitely getting some use out of that.” I press another quick kiss to his lips before I unbuckle my seatbelt. Sam slides out of the truck and grabs our bags from the back seat, tossing both backpacks, one on top of each other, over his shoulder. I exit the truck and meet him around the front; he pulls me close to his chest, both of us trying to preserve a bit of warmth now that the biting winter air has surrounded us. 

“It’s ours for the whole week,” he whispers into my hair, pressing his lips to my temple. “Just the two of us.”

“Let’s go, let’s go!” I head toward the entryway pulling him by the arm. 

Once the door is closed, we take a left through the tiny hallway, the same natural wood as the outside covering the walls. Sam sets down our bags, sticking his head in each door, trying to get a feel for the place. 

“These are the spares and the main floor bathroom. The Master bed is upstairs and has a loft area I think.” He takes my hand again, his hand warm around my chilly one. I’m forever thankful that he’s a very hot-blooded individual. “Yeah, it’s through here.”

We walk past a set of stairs on the left and the kitchen on the right. I can feel the enthusiasm radiating off of him like a solar flare as he tries to scope out each corner before I get a chance to catch up to him. 

“Look at the view, Birdie!” he beams, eyes bright and arms wide open. “There’s a breakfast bar for our mornings and the fireplace to keep us toasty, though I’m not sure we’ll need help in that department.” He points around the living room. I keep a comment about the terrifying bear skin located above said fireplace to myself. 

“I definitely don’t, I have you to keep me warm.” I meet him in the middle of the floor and slide my arms around his middle, locking my hands behind his back. He rubs at my shoulders. “That’s right,” he says, placing an innocent kiss to my nose. “But we’re still going to use it.” We pull apart from each other so he can continue the tour despite both of us never having been here before. 

“I would never rob you of such a joy then. Proceed, kind sir.” I tease in a slight British accent, making a small bow. When we reach the top of the stairs we come to the small loft area, complete with a lovely day bed by a window that the sun peaks through. We step forward through the set of doors, passing the bathroom, and into the Master bedroom. 

“This.. is the master bedroom. But the best part,” he doubles back to the bathroom, opening the door wide and stepping inside to make room for me to follow.

 “The sauna is in our bathroom.” My eyes light up. He hums out an encouragement, tugging me back into his body by my wrist. I hit him with a light thud. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you in there.” He growls lowly into my ear. My breath hitches in my throat, and immediately, my cheeks start to flush. His words hit me entirely to my core, and I resist the urge to press my legs together for relief. I wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction of knowing he's gotten to me this early in the trip, not when we have a whole week ahead of us. 

“So what’s on the itinerary for tonight then?” I inquire, head tilted up so I can stare into his chestnut eyes. 

“I’m so glad you asked my little bird.” He takes my hand in his, once again leading me toward the living room. “Once I grab the cooler from Mr. Big, I’ll pour you a glass of wine, and you can get relaxed, while I cook dinner. We can set up by the fire and eat on the floor like all romantic movies do in log cabins in the woods.” He brushes the hair out of his face and chuckles a bit. “I even packed that nice fuzzy blanket you love so much. It’ll be like our own romantic indoor picnic,” he continues.

“Wow, Sammy. You thought of everything, didn't you.” A swell of pride thrums through my chest. 

Something I’ve learned over my time with Sam is that he always means well, even if his execution isn’t the best. And trust me, there have been some poor executions. Each mishap more endearing than the last, but this time, it really seems like he’s gotten the hang of the romance thing. 

“Gunna be honest with you. I asked every single one of my brothers for advice and did a lot of studying.” he huffs out a slightly uncomfortable laugh and scratches at the back of his neck. 

“Studying? What does studying mean?” I giggle. 

“Well, your job has sent you on a couple trips this last month. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Daniel has his hands full with the girls, Josh and Jake are always busy. Bar stuff or whatever.” He shifts awkwardly between his feet. “I just.. watched a lot of romcoms and romance movies. Ya know, the kind you always like to watch.” he does a little double snap clap with his hands. 

I bark out a loud laugh and clutch my tummy. Oh, I love him. 

“Hey!” he says a bit defensively.

“I’m not laughing AT you, Babe. I promise. That’s just the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever said to me. C’mere,” I hold my arms out for him to fit between. “Thank you. This week is going to be perfect no matter what. But the effort you’re making means the most to me, you know that.” I hug him tightly, hoping to convey just how appreciative I am. 

No one has ever loved me the way he has. His love is messy and goofy. His love is filled with laughter and childlike wonder.  Adventure and weekend trips. Nights snuggled on the couch and days when we don’t leave bed. Kisses peppered on cheeks and hips gripped mean. Arguments that end wrapped around each other because despite falling madly in love, we still try to get under each other's skin for fun. He has my entire heart, and I can’t bear the thought of my life being any other way. 

“Now go get that cooler,” I slap his butt lightly. “I’m ready for some wine.”

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As I sip my wine and warm my toes by the fire, I look over my shoulder at Sam who’s slaving away in the kitchen. 

“Do I get a hint?” I call over to him. He looks so cute, a dish rag slung over his shoulder, face knit in concentration. The cream cable-knit sweater he dons was a personal request of mine. He agreed on the pretense that I would wear the red sweater he loves so much. At least we’re on theme for the holiday. 

“No,” he says plainly, clearly focused. 

“Oh, that’s no fun.” I turn and kneel backward on the couch, giving him my best pout, trying to distract him. His eyes dart to me before falling back to his work, he smiles wide. 

“You’re cheating. You know I can’t resist that face.” He steals another glance at me. 

“I’m doing no such thing.” I protest. “I am simply inquiring about what my boyfriend is making me to eat.” I hop off the couch, setting my glass on the coffee table. I meet him in the kitchen, sneaking my arms around his waist and firmly planting my cheek against his back. He moves a little slower with me clinging to him but he doesn’t shoo me away, just lightly pats my wrist with one of his hands and continues to work. I take in a deep breath, inhaling the aromas from the meal. 

“It smells good, babe.” I hop onto the free bit of counter beside him. He puts the lid back on the pan and turns his attention to me. 

“It needs to simmer for a few minutes.” He winks at me, delicately fitting between my legs, his hands sliding up the fabric of my leggings before settling on my hips. I giggle, and he scoots me to the edge, bringing me closer to his body. I place my hands on the nape of his neck, sliding my fingers through the hair he’s messily tucked into a bun. I tug gently, and his mouth opens, and eyes close. Why does he have to be so pretty? It's moments when he looks like this that I wish I could take photos with my mind. What I wouldn’t give to take that photo out on a rainy day…

I lean in and close the gap between us, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Not urgent or needy. The kind of kiss where you simply tell each other how full your heart is. 

He hums against my mouth. “Mm, if you distract me, I’ll burn the food.”

I pepper kisses along his cheek and jaw, and he reaches over to tend to the pan. “Can you please gimme a hint?”

“And ruin the surprise?” His arm moves, stirring whatever he’s making with a wooden spoon. As easy as it would be for me to just look over, I'm too distracted by nibbling at his ear to bother trying to sneak a peek. 

“Come on, baby,” I whisper seductively in his ear. I plant a kiss on any expanse of skin I reach, repeating the word please over and over again until… He gives in. I feel his throat swallow beneath my touch.

“Remember the first time we went out together?” He gently clears his throat.

“On our first date? Yeah, you took���”

“No, the first time we ate together at a restaurant. Where we went.” he cuts me off. I can see the amusement settle on his face as he sees me try to look through the filing cabinet in my brain. 

Oh. 

“You took me to the cheese place.” I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, the cheese place.” He laughs. “You ordered the mushroom risotto, and you loved it. I figured since we haven’t actually been back..” he trails off.

I leave him to finish cooking, suddenly very excited for our meal now that I know what we’re having. Instead, I rearrange the living room to make a spot for us to eat. I move the coffee table off to the side, freeing up the space in front of the fireplace. Digging through the other bag Sam packed for us, and finding my favorite cream colored fuzzy throw blanket. Big enough for all nearly six feet of him and myself to fit under when we cuddle on the couch. I grab the coasters for our drinks, setting them on the hearth, and plop a couple pillows for us to sit on. Mostly for me because I apparently have a ‘bony ass,’ according to him. By the time that I’ve got everything settled Sam is walking through the living room with two bowls, one in each hand. He sets them on the hearth, grabbing my glass and running off to the kitchen for a refill. 

“Here you go, Birdie,” he says, handing me my glass and sitting down in front of me.

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“God, that was so good.” I rub at my tummy. He smiles at me over the top of his glass as he sips his wine. “This has been a really good start to our mini vacation.” A much needed vacation if I’m being honest. I feel like I’ve hardly spent any time with him this month. He reaches out, placing his palm on my cheek. Stroking his thumb along my cheekbone. 

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby.” He says sweetly. And I am. So fucking happy I didn’t think it was possible. I adjust on my pillow, kicking my legs out in front of me and rubbing my feet against his legs. His hand finds my ankle rubbing smooth circles on the tiny patch of skin he finds. 

“I hope you saved room for dessert.” He says, his fingers delicately sliding up my leg. 

“There’s dessert? Why didn’t you tell me that before.” I set my glass down on the hearth and scoot closer to him. His fingertips slide up the inside of my thigh. 

“Of course, there’s dessert. You think I’d make you a lovely dinner and not have dessert too?” He teases, his fingers dangerously close to my core. I smile in satisfaction, his hands feeling too good as they dance over me. He pulls me in for a short kiss. “I really think you’re gonna love what I have planned.”

“Is that so?” 

“Mhmm.” His fingers find the hem of my sweater, and he pulls it over my head. Revealing the dusty pink floral lace bra I’m wearing. He stares at me for a moment. Taking me in. 

“Lie back, babygirl,” he instructs, using a nickname he’s reserved only for intimacy. I do as I’m told, as all good girls do, and connect with the plush blanket laid beneath us. I can still feel the warmth of the fire heating my left side, though after time spent for dinner, it has dimmed a bit. Like our own personal, romantic light setting. I stretch my arms out above my head and close my eyes, waiting. He grabs the waistband of my leggings, tugging them down my legs and tossing it to the side. 

“God, you look good enough to eat.” He spreads my legs and sits on his knees between mine. “But you know that, don’t you?” I can feel his eyes of admiration on me. Like an invisible touch skimming down my body over every curve and divot. I anticipate his touch, resisting the urge to open my eyes. I try to guess where his hands will land when he does finally decide to reach out and touch me. Sam loves the game, though, the cat and mouse before the main act. And the cocky tone of his voice gets me going every time. 

“Words, Baby.” He demands. The rush of pressure I feel between my legs at that moment is my favorite part of being with Sam. My heart pounds in my ribcage.

“Yes.” I squeak out. “I wanted to look good for you.” Every second he delays touching me my breath quickens. The sound of his pants against the blanket causes my stomach to flip. The cool air coming with whatever movement he’s making sends a chill down my spine, and goosebumps to appear on my skin. I hear the soft thud of what I hope is his sweater. Please be shirtless, please be shirtless. Even after all this time, the sight of him still makes me salivate.

A delicate hand caresses my thigh, and I twitch slightly at the unexpected touch. 

“You did such a good job for me.” His sweet praise is music to my ears as his fingers glide toward my hip. “Look at you, so beautiful and laid out for me. Ready for me to take when I want.” He squeezes gently when he reaches his destination, and the cocky laugh that follows sends a flood of arousal to my core. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and listen to me tonight?” I smile ear to ear and nod emphatically. 

“Good.” He continues. He catches the hem of my panties with his pointer finger and follows along the edge of the blush-pink colored lace. When he reaches where I most desire him, he puts pressure along my pussy with the back of his finger and then snaps the fabric. The sharp sting is welcomed, but the absence of his touch makes me whine audibly. 

He places each hand on the floor next to my shoulders, hovering over me. As he runs his nose up the length of my neck, he opens his mouth to breathe hot air in its wake.  “So needy already?” He asks when he reaches my ear. “But I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please,” I beg. Knowing it’s what he wants to hear, but not holding out hope for my favor. 

“Please, what, baby?” The husky tone of his voice sends a chill down my spine. He reaches his tongue out and flicks at my earlobe.

“Fuck me. Please.” My face scrunches in another desperate whine.

He tuts quietly, “I’m only getting started, baby.” 

I know as soon as the words leave his lips that I’m in for a long night. A slow form of torture that I’ll be thankful for come the morning.

He pushes himself up and sits back on his heels. He taps my hip, signaling me to raise them, and he hooks his fingers under the lace of my underwear, sliding it down the length of my legs, discarding the material next to his shirt. Placing both hands on each respective knee, he spreads me wide, and his mouth drops open at the sight of me. My eyes fall to his plush, rosy lips.

“Mmm,” he hums, running his tongue along his top lip. “Good enough to eat, indeed.”

Sam settles on his stomach, his left arm hooking around my leg. I hum at the heated contact of his palm, splayed across my lower abdomen. I can feel the cool air hit my dripping pussy as he takes slow breaths, plotting my demise. He lets out another arrogant laugh, no doubt satisfied at how I glisten by the firelight. 

He rests his head against my thigh, now purposeful with the air he blows on me. I shudder a little, letting out a tiny gasp of air. The throbbing between my legs is so intense I can practically feel it in my throat. I swallow thickly. His free hand dances up the inside of the thigh he’s not resting against, his mouth open with a slight smile. Oh the fun he’s having, like I’m his own personal plaything. I would do anything to make him happy if it meant I experience this continued arousal. He tickles back and forth over the crease of my groin. So close and yet just far enough away from where I want him. No, where I need him. I bite my lip to try and center myself. 

He finally makes contact with me, dragging his middle finger tantalizingly slow down the center of my pussy. My teeth sink into my lip so hard I nearly draw blood when the pressure reaches my clit; he continues until he meets where my wetness is pooling for him. He takes a moment to thoroughly coat the tip of his finger before he pops it into his mouth, savoring the taste of me.

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. And you taste so fucking good. How did that happen?” He teases, but I don’t laugh. He reaches down, slowly inserting his first two fingers, but he doesn’t move them. 

His teasing is so torturous I cry out. The thrum of my heart beats around his fingers, and I clench, trying to coax him into movement. I should know better.

“I know, baby girl, I know. You’re going to listen to me, though, and you’ll get what you want.” He places a gentle kiss on my thigh, “I’ll give you everything you want.”

I shake my head, feeling around for the blanket to bunch in my palms, giving my hands something to do. 

“I’ve been thinking about dessert since we left, and I already know how sweet it is.” Sam continues his kisses, descending to my pussy. “I’m hungry, I think it’s time for a treat. I want you to relax for me, babygirl.” Everything his mouth is doing effectively distracts me from the fingers remaining stilled inside me. 

He places a gentle kiss to the top of my slit and begins his assault. Finally, he licks up the center of me, flicking my clit with just the tip of his tongue. I moan at the contact, all that build-up finally paying off. I squeeze around his fingers, attempting to speed up the race to the finish line..

And he stops. 

I whine at the loss of contact.

There’s always a game. 

I look down at his wicked grin. “I told you to relax, babygirl.” His playful tone is as arrogant as ever. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” His brow furrows with his question, and his lips shine with the evidence of me. 

I nod slowly. 

“Good girls listen.” One eyebrow cocks toward his hairline. “Let’s try again.” 

Sam’s mouth is on me again, and I try to concentrate on breathing instead of the steady attack of his tongue against my clit. In fast, short licks, he slowly drives me to insanity. The heat of pleasure radiates over my body, a hot pulse running through me in waves. I will myself to calm down every time I start to tighten my walls, attempting to breathe and focus on something else, anything else. But the force of his tongue lapping at me is overriding my brain, and I can’t help myself. I clench hard in search of release, pulling the blanket clutched in my hands toward my chest for leverage in my chase. 

He stops once more. 

I groan out angrily and lay myself flat, resuming my original position.

“So needy and so pathetic. You can’t even handle it, can you?” 

When I don’t respond, he strokes his fingers inside me a few times, suddenly remembering their place inside me. I jolt up to my elbows, tightening my fists around the blanket I still clutch. The shock of a moment of pleasure settling in my stomach before dissipating. 

“You know I love to hear your pretty little voice, baby. Come on, use your words for me.”

I swallow before I beg for any amount of relief. “Please, Sammy. Please.” 

He slides his left hand up my stomach, a gentle push signaling me to lie back.

“When you learn to relax, you’ll be rewarded. The only thing standing in the way of that right now is you.”

This time, the forefinger and thumb come down and spread my lips open, exposing me to him fully.

“Come on, baby, I know you can do it.” He coaxes gently. He’s careful not to make contact with any other part of me, so the only thing I can feel is the tip of his tongue on my increasingly sensitive nub. Little beads of sweat start to collect around the nape of my neck from the struggle of self-control. The pleasure is so intense I fear I won’t be able to think straight for a week when I finally reach my release. My pussy starts to flutter gently around his fingers again; every time I twitch, I relax the muscles as best I can. 

“That’s it, baby.” He comes up for air long enough to utter his praise, and he’s descending again. Somehow the momentary break increases the tension slowly building in me. 

I tighten once more at his words and relax just as fast. I bite out quickly, “Don’t stop Sammy, please. I can do it.. I can do it.” my voice trails off. I work evening breath enough to let my orgasm ascend on its own without the encouragement of actions. 

He pulls back the hood of my clit with his thumb, and that’s the moment I begin to unravel completely. I yell out as I fight against my body's own natural instincts and the pleasure of it all; he continues the onslaught against my bundle of nerves, using the arm hooked around my leg to keep me in place. I writhe underneath his grasp as the tension finally snaps, my body going numb as my orgasm finally washes over every bit of me. My head clouds, and my body feels like it's floating. I immediately contract, my hands finding purchase in his hair, pulling tightly as the stimulation becomes too much. He moans against my pussy, causing me to jerk again. My voice echoes through the large living room. I reach my left hand out, meeting the brick of the hearth, trying to steady myself. He slows his movements, easing me out but still causing small ripples of pleasure with every affectionate lick and kiss of my pussy. I brush the tendrils sticking to my forehead out of my face and breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Good girls who listen get rewarded.” He says smugly, licking at his lips covered in my orgasm. He looks so sexy, god. I lunge at him, tackling him to his back. Landing in a hard thud against the soft blanket, I kiss him, needy and desperate. A surge of energy running through me from the adrenaline, followed by a wave of arousal as I taste myself on his lips. 

“You sound so sexy when you cum.” He says between my efforts to lap up every last remaining bit of myself still lingering on his mouth. “I’d put that on a loop for hours if I could.”

I cry out, “Oh god.” I start a path of kisses from his neck down his chest as he continues.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me listening to you cum over.. And over again? A little audio stored in my phone for me to listen to while I’m out?” 

I nod furiously against his soft stomach, the tiniest bit salty from the sweat we’ve worked up. I run my hand down over the front of his black sweats, feeling his length beneath my fingers.

“While I’m buying groceries?” I nod again; his fingers tangle themselves in my hair. 

“On my drive to work?” I nod once more, whining at his words. The sound of relief from his lips was enough to send my head spinning. He tugs at my roots just enough to hurt but still feel amazing. I work my way to the waistband of his joggers; I tug gently, exposing his hard length.

“No boxers?” I question teasingly. “Scandalous.” I laugh and press one last kiss to his stomach, taking a hold of him in my delicate hand. 

“Mmm.” He tilts his head back as my fingers run over him. “Your turn for dessert, baby. Open.” He demands, and I obey. I open wide and stick my tongue out, waiting for him. He takes full advantage of that by pulling the hair clutched in his hand and guiding me to his cock. I wrap my lips around him; the sound of his pleasure is music to my ears. I move in quick, even motions up and down his shaft, my hand making up for the part of him I can’t swallow. Paying attention to every upstroke, I flick my tongue around the head. One of his hands makes its way to my cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. 

“Just like that, fuck.” He moans, gripping my hair tighter and tighter, spurring me on. I bob my head faster as encouragement falls freely from his lips. My arousal pooling and dripping down my leg with every sound spilling from his mouth. God, the mouth on him. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” His hips start to jut, matching the movements of my mouth. Hands locked in my hair, he pulls my face to his base, pausing for a moment.

“Fuck.” he cries out and releases his grip. I come up for air, a trail of spit still linking us together as I catch my breath. My lungs working overdrive to make up for the loss of oxygen.

“I could fuck that mouth forever.” He says, and I let out a desperate whine.

“So do it.” 

I clamor my way back to his cock, desperately needing to taste him on my tongue again. I flatten my tongue and lick from base to tip and then wrap my lips around him. I lock eyes with him as I focus on the head, knowing how sensitive he is there. 

Sam’s nostrils flare, and he grunts out. The switch flipping in him that I needed. He’s always in control, but every once in a while, his feral side comes out. The uninhibited Sam that fucks me hard and rough, and god, if I don’t fucking need him right now. 

He sits up on his knees, kneeling before me. Yanking his sweatpants further down to his thighs, and grabs me, one hand planted on either side of my face, and bites out, “Open.” 

His cock slides into my mouth, his full length against my tongue, and he repeatedly meets the back of my throat. He shows me no mercy. His hands and hips taking control and working overdrive so I just sit there and take it. I gladly take everything that he gives me. Over and over again, my lips meet his pubic bone as he fucks my mouth. I reach for leverage, grabbing a hold of where his pants sit around his thighs. The repetition of ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips, calling my attention back to his face. His eyes bore into mine, and he pulls me off his dick. He lets out a yell of frustration; I know he’s holding back. Trying not to cum down my throat because the only place he cums is inside of me. ‘You’re mine, Birdie,’ he always tells me. 

“Hands.” He points to the hearth, and I hustle on my knees to place my palms on the warm stone. He unhooks my bra, somehow the only piece of my clothing left remaining. I bend over, sticking my ass out, waiting for his return. I peek over my shoulder, sneaking a glance at him as he shimmies out of his sweats. He kneels behind me and gently runs his hand over my ass, up my back, and settling on my shoulder. He pulls me to his chest. 

“Ready, babygirl,” he asks as he slides his hand around my throat, gripping gently, and I nod in response. His other hand curves around my body, grasping my breast in his palm. He gives it a rough squeeze before pinching my nipple. I suck in a breath through my teeth. 

“Good.” he lets out a little chuckle and soothes my bud between his fingers, gently rolling out the pain. His fingers glide delicately down my torso, and he cups my heat.

 “I’m gunna fuck this pretty cunt so good.” My mouth falls open, my head leaning back. Just as my head meets his shoulder, relaxing into his touch, he pushes me forward back to my hands. 

He notches his cock at my opening, both hands bracing me by the hips, and slowly enters me. I moan out at the pleasure of him slowly stretching me, and I silently thank god for the fact that we are isolated out here. I couldn’t be quiet even if I tried. 

The push and pull of his cock with each slow thrust softly warming me. I tilt my head back in pleasure as he starts to work up a rhythm. He delivers a hard smack against my ass, and I grip the stone hearth tighter, feeling the roughness under my palms. His hand rubbing at my cheek, soothing the sting. 

“You feel so fucking good.” Sam’s breathy tone giving him away. “So tight. You love the way my cock fills you up, don’t you?” I push back to meet his thrusts, hoping to get him there quicker, the desire to give him all the pleasure he gave me earlier, overcoming my need for anything else. 

“Yeah, you do. Look at you? So desperate. I bet if stopped moving, you’d fuck yourself right on my cock, huh?” 

His hand grips my hip tightly, and he pulls me back by my hair. His hand resuming his place around my neck, tightening his grip ever so slightly. Just enough to notice but not enough to restrict my oxygen. His other arm wraps around my middle steadying me for continued thrusts of his hips.

“You have no idea how badly I want that, babygirl. But I’m having too much fun listening to the sounds you make as I fuck you.” He lets out a wicked laugh. 

My jaw goes slack, and I bend my body more, allowing him deeper access with every thrust.  The new angle driving him into my G-spot, sending me reeling. The intensity builds in my stomach and I know Sam can feel it too. I reach a hand back tangling my hand in the hair gathered at his neck. He slides down, parting my lips and toying with my clit. Small tight circles coax me toward my end. Little by little, unraveling under his fingertips. I clench around his cock, and he knows I’m done for. 

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” The sickly sweet tone of his voice in my ear sends a chill down my spine. I fight against the building pleasure, trying to hold out. My voice carries through the room, mixing with his heavy breath and the sound of our hips snapping together. Everything starts to become too much, and my muscles weaken; my hand falls to join his arm wrapped around me. Sam holds me tighter, keeping me steady against his chest. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Do it.” I let go completely, falling over the edge and succumbing to the pleasure of Sam’s cock. I moan out a broken repetition of his name, and he fucks me through my orgasm. I feel so full when he’s inside me like I never want to be anywhere else. He slows his hips, allowing me a moment of reprieve. Our heavy breaths move in unison as we try to calm ourselves. He lays me gently back on my stomach, careful to stay tucked inside. My head resting against the pillow I was sitting on earlier, my skin soothed by the plush blanket. He joins me where I lay, resting half of his weight on me.

“Oh god. Sammy.” I cry out at the feeling of his cock inside my overstimulated cunt as he pulls out to the tip and slides back in again. My hand finds his thigh, nails digging into his skin, and he grunts out. He takes that as a sign to resume full force. His thrusts are hard and fast. Working himself up to meet his own end. His heady breaths against my ear could drive me to another orgasm if my body was capable. 

“Oh fuck,” he growls. “I’m gonna cum.” his hips speed up, his pace unforgiving as his own release is in his sights. He holds his breath, and I brace myself, his hips snapping once more and pausing. Buried in me to the hilt, I feel his dick twitch with each spurt of release inside me. We let out a mutual ‘fuck’ as he releases. He teases himself slightly with gentle motions, slowly in and out of my pussy. His cum starts to leak out of me, landing on the blanket below. 

When I feel him start to pull out of me fully I beg, “No, no, no. Please.”

“What baby?” He asks, confused.

“Stay. You feel too good.” I whine pathetically. He slides fully off my body to his side, sneaking his arm under my head and pulling me close, spooning me. His cock still tucked pleasantly inside of me. 

“Is my little bird gonna warm my cock for me? Huh?” 

I hum out an affirmation. “I really fucking needed that.” 

“Yeah? You ready for that sauna yet?” He jests. “Little round two in there?” His hand makes its way to my breast, gently rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I laugh and snuggle in closer to him. “Thinkin’ about it.”

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35 High Part 2 // S.F.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: If you haven’t read part one, read it HERE

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Unprotected Sex, Slight Degradation, Oral (m&f receiving) Fingering, Praising, Chocking, Slight Edging, Squirting, Sam being a cocky fuck

Word Count: 4k

M A S T E R L I S T

You hummed quietly to yourself as you finished cleaning up the remainder of your apartment. You had worked a lot this week so you had just been throwing stuff everywhere instead of putting them where they were supposed to go. That, and you had also been spending a lot of time with Sam recently. You didn’t have much on your mind besides wanting to see him again. It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in the elevator, and ever since, he’s been the only thing you could think about. Granted, the two of you did hook up afterward but even then he was the only thought that consumed you.

Your thoughts wandered as you remember the way his mouth felt against your soaked core, how his fingers felt curved up against you, the way he worked you through your high--

That was until you heard a few soft knocks at the door. You sighed as you got up and opened it to be greeted by a man holding a bag of Chinese food. You gave him a confused look and he shrugged handing you the bag. You thanked him as you closed the door and set the bag on your kitchen counter. There was a note attached to the top and you pulled it off to read it.

I remembered your order

-Sammy

You bit your lip to try and contain your smile as you pulled the food out of the bag. You opened the containers to see he did indeed get your order correct, but you noticed there were also extra boxes. You sat them out too and it dawned on you that he was potentially coming over. You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants and right as you went to go text him, there was another knock at the door. You rushed over but composed yourself to make it seem like you weren't too eager.

"Hi pretty girl," Sam smiled as you opened the door. He cupped your face with one of his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. You could feel the butterflies immediately taking over your stomach.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight," You hummed against his lips, prolonging the kiss as much as you could. He pulled away, his forehead resting against yours.

"I figured I'd get you dinner and then I'd make you cum. How does that sound, hm?"

You were caught off by his words and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips. He moved to press his lips against your neck, immediately connecting with your sweet spot.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about a couple of weeks ago,” Sam mumbled against your skin, your breathing was growing heavy and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting the feeling of his lips ignite a fire through your body.

“Yeah? And how you were a total cockblock?” You sassed with a smile playing across your face.

“Hey, not totally, I still fucked you pretty damn good if I say so myself.” Sam shrugged as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. Your eyes opened again and you shook your head.

“I don’t know, it was okay I guess.” You lied. Honestly, it was the best sex you ever had, and he probably knew that but you didn’t want to boost his ego anymore.

“Okay?” He raised a brow, a slight look of anger in his eyes.

“Show me how good you can be Sammy,” You reached up to touch his face but your arm was pinned above your head.

“I know you’re just fucking with me, but don’t think you’ll get away with that shit.” His eyes were dark and you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips. He smirked slightly and brought his lips to yours with a new hunger you hadn’t yet experienced from him.

Sam cupped his hands under your ass and you jumped to wrap your legs around his hips. He walked the two of you towards the couch before sitting you down. He hovered over you, his lips pink and swollen, breathing slightly heavy.

“You want me to show you how good I can be? And what if I decide to fuck you on every surface in your house?” Sam scanned your face with a raised brow and you bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was forming on your face.

“Is that a request or a challenge?” You gave him your best doe eyes and he leaned his head back as he smiled.

“God, how am I supposed to keep up with you?” He smiled down at you and you couldn’t help but grab the front of his shirt to pull him closer.

“Fuck me like you own me, Kiszka,” You searched his face as you ran your thumb across his face, pulling his bottom lip down. Without warning, Sam took your thumb into his mouth and you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe, a heat rushing to your core.

Sam pulled it out with a pop before he wrapped his hand around your throat causing you to gasp. His eyes darkened to a new level and he stared at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” He pushed your head up slightly before pressing his lips to yours again. His hand left your throat and dragged down your chest, grabbing one of your breasts. You let out a sigh and shifted your hips to get any sort of friction. He pulled away from you before raising his brows.

“Be patient, dove. You’ll get to cum soon enough. If you’re good for me.” He resumed his actions, connecting his lips with yours once again. His words finally registered and you could feel yourself so easily slipping into submission for him.

Sam had a chokehold on you. You didn’t know if it was from how caring he was, especially when you had first met in the elevator, or the random little surprises like your Chinese food tonight or how he randomly had shown up with flowers, the simple texts telling you to have a good day or the way he always managed to fuck you absolutely senseless. Regardless, you were head over heels for him.

“Sammy, baby,” you pulled away breathless from his kiss, lips pink and swollen.

“What? What’s wrong?” His eyes searched yours frantically and you smiled up at him, shaking your head.

“Bedroom,” You stood up and moved around Sam. You took a few steps before you started racing down the hallway and you knew he wasn’t far behind you. You were just about to reach the door to your bedroom and you felt a pull on your shirt and you knew he had caught up to you.

Sam grabbed your hips and pinned you up against the wall, almost knocking all of the air from your chest. You bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was creeping onto your face.

“No more running, dove. I thought you were gonna be good for me? Now you’re really in for it.“ Sam shook his head before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. He shut the door once you were in and you could feel yourself beginning to shake.

It’s not like it was the first time you had slept with Sam, but something about this moment was making you shake with anticipation. You needed some sort of contact from him, you were desperate for him to touch you in your most vulnerable parts. You wanted to come undone around him, to call his name out like it’s the last thing you’d ever hear, to make him feel good.

“Sammy, I want to make you feel good,” you said quietly, the words coming out before you even had time to process that you were saying them. He took long slow strides toward you and you backed up with each step until your legs hit the back of your bed causing you to fall back.

"I think I have some proving to do first," Sam shook his head once again and slid his shirt over his head. You stared at his chest, so badly wanting to cover him in marks, claiming him as your own. Sam tugged at the hem of your shirt requesting if he could take it off of you. You nodded your head and you sat up slightly to help him out as best as you could.

"Fucking christ," He mumbled. He stared at your chest, observing every bit of your exposed skin. You never wore a bra when you were home relaxing because what was the point? Right now was one of the times when it came in your favor.

You didn't get a chance to say anything as Sam's face came down and he immediately took one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hardest nub and you couldn't help the soft breaths that escaped your lips. He moved around, nipping at the soft skin and leaving lilac marks all over your chest. He was inching lower and lower down your stomach, leaving marks in his path.

Sam looped his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants and slightly pulled down the material to leave soft kisses against your hipbones. You could feel yourself throbbing from how desperately you needed some sort of contact.

"Sammy, please," You whined.

"Ahh, that's what I like to hear." He smirked up at you before pulling your sweatpants down your legs. You swore you could have heard him whine as he pulled the material off of you; no underwear either.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic bone before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit. You immediately fisted the sheets as your eyes closed. You let out a moan before looking down at the handsome boy below you. He looked up at you through his lashes and the sight alone could've made you come undone. His movements were slow, teasing almost.

"Sam," You whimpered, so desperately wanting him to speed up his movements. You started rocking your hips against his face to gain some more traction but he held you in place with one of his arms. With his other free arm, he teased your entrance with two of his fingers before sliding into you slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back. He gave you a second to adjust before curving his fingers upwards. Your breathing was becoming unsteady as his movements picked up.

"Feel good, baby? Hm? Do you like the way my fingers fuck you?" Sam asked. His voice was low and you couldn't help but moan. He smirked down at you as he watched the way you moved beneath him in response to his touch. You could feel the slow burn building in the pit of your stomach and you wanted to pull away from him but you so badly wanted him to make you cum.

"Yes, sir," You whined out without even meaning to. Sam groaned before he came down and connected his lips with yours. You could taste your arousal on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth as your fingers wrapped in his hair at the base of his neck. Your mouth fell open as you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

"Sam, I'm so close, fuck, please don't stop." You begged. His thumb came in contact with your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, his pace never letting up. You could feel the familiar burn and you knew you were so close. Your moans were growing louder and most of them turned into desperate whimpers. Just as you were on the brink of spilling over, Sam pulled his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his digits. He pulled them from his mouth with a pop and you just stared at him in disbelief. Your cheeks were flushed and your breathing was still unsteady.

"What, did you really think I was going to let you cum that easy, dove?" He smiled down at you and you whimpered. You could feel yourself throbbing and it was almost unbearable.

"Sam, no, please, I was so close," You begged. You slid your hand down your chest, down your stomach before running your fingers over your clit. You began to rub slow circles just to get a rise out of him but it didn't last long as your hands were pinned above your head. You let out a huff as Sam stared down at you.

"Really?" His brows were raised and his eyes were dark. You couldn't help the sinister smile that spread across your face.

"Let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good," You gave him your best doe eyes again. He obliged and you happily got off the bed and sunk to your knees in front of him. You eagerly pulled down his sweatpants and his cock immediately slapped against his stomach. You could feel your mouth begin to water but the sight of him made your arousal drip down your legs. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft before licking a stripe up the underside of him, causing him to hiss. You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue along the underside of his head. His head fell back and his fingers wrapped themself in your hair. You sunk down further onto him, pumping whatever was left that you couldn't fit into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," He groaned and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. You ran your nails down his stomach, feeling him tense under your touch. You took him further down the back of your throat trying your hardest to not gag. You sat there for a moment before pulling back and taking a gasp of air. You took him into your mouth again and ran your tongue against him as much as you could.

"You're so good to me, taking my cock like the good whore that you are," Sam's grip in your hair tightened and you moaned against him causing him to let out a strangled breath. There was nothing you loved more than being degraded but something about Sam doing it was a whole other level.

He pulled away from you and you gave him a confused look.

"As much as I want you to keep going, I need you. Right now." He swallowed and you stood up. He pushed you into the bed and slotted himself between your legs. He pushed one of your legs back towards your chest while you put the other over his shoulder. He ran his tip through your folds and you whined.

"Sam, stop being a fucking tea- shit," You gasped as he slid into you without warning. He gave you little time to adjust before he set a brutal pace into you. Your back arched and you couldn't help but drag your nails down his back causing him to hiss. One of his free hands came up and wrapped itself around your throat. Your mouth fell open slightly as you stared up at him.

"Fuck, you look so good with my hand around your throat," He groaned and you bit down on your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood.

"I think you can do better than that Sammy," You challenged. He groaned and his grip around your throat tightened. You smiled as he choked you, the feeling of his fingers around your throat causing you to drip.

From the way he was fucking into you, you were sure that you were going to have bruises along your hips. His speed slowed, but the way he snapped his hips forward had you shaking. You could feel the fire burning in the pit of your stomach already and you knew that it wouldn't take him long to get you off.

"You look so pretty under me, making a mess all over my cock," Sam praised as he slowed his movements again, just barely moving in and out of you. His hand dragged released from your throat, dragging down your stomach until he came in contact with your clit. You turned your face towards the bed to muffle your moans as much as you could.

"Let me hear those gorgeous noises baby," Sam hummed as he sent a forceful thrust forward. You let out a loud moan as he picked up his pace again, fucking you without any mercy. He rubbed fast circles against your clit and you could feel yourself tightening around him, knowing you could cum any second.

"How many times do you think we can make you cum, hm?" Sam teased. You replaced his hand with yours, rubbing quick circles against your clit. Sam gripped your hips as his pace sped up even more. You were seconds away from letting the knot in your stomach explode, wanting so badly to come undone around him.

"Sam," You warned.

"Give it to me, baby," Sam cooed. Your first high took over and your back arched. You let out a whine that was cut off by Sam's lips connecting with yours. You continued to work your fingers against yourself. He rode you through your high and his pace slowed. He pulled out of you and you whined from the loss of contact. He connected his lips with your clit and inserted three of his fingers, curving them upwards. He lapped at you like it was going to be his last meal, but also took his time with you. How it was possible? You weren't even sure.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing the pieces that stuck to his forehead out of the way. He looked up at you through his lashes again and you could feel your second high already building from how his mouth and fingers worked against you. Your head fell back and your mouth fell open. You started to grind your hips against him. He hummed against you, causing goosebumps to rise up over your skin. You could feel the knot slowly growing and you so desperately wanted to cum again.

"Yes, please keep doing that," You moaned as he angled his fingers up higher inside of you.

"Sammy please, can I cum again?" You whined. He nodded his head again and you could feel yourself coming undone around his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed as he moved his tongue against you. You tried to pull away from him but he held you in place and your moans turned into whines from the overstimulation.

He eventually pulled away from you, your arousal shining across his face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving and adjusting himself up against the headboard. You swung your legs over his and adjusted yourself. You lined him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your head fell against your shoulder. Sam gripped your hips and started to roll your hips against him. You planted your hands on his chest before slowly bouncing yourself up and down against his length. You leaned forward slightly which caused him to hit a slightly different spot inside of you making you cry out and move against him faster.

"Right there, huh? That's the spot?" Sam hummed. You nodded eagerly in response and Sam gripped your hips tighter before he started fucking up into you. Your moans were borderline pornographic but you were finding it hard to keep yourself quiet. You leaned down until your chest was flush with Sam's and you bit into his shoulder. Your breathing was picking up and you could feel yourself becoming dizzy. Each time he thrust into you, he rubbed against your clit giving you feel the build in your stomach once more, but it was stronger than it ever had been. You clenched around him and he let out a moan that was enough to bring you to your peak.

“Sammy, I'm gonna cum," You whined loudly, your moans completely cutting off from the overstimulation. Your legs were beginning to shake and your nails gripped into his side, leaving crescent mooned shaped marks.

"Not yet," He shook his head and your eyes squeezed shut.

"Sam," You warned but he shook his head again.

"I said wait,"

"But I'm gonna- FUCK," You cried out, feeling your high taking over. Your thighs were soaked and Sammy let out a loud moan before you could feel the hot, sticky spurts of him fill you up. Your vision was hazy as stars clouded your vision. You felt light-headed as you had trouble catching your breath. Sam rode himself through his high and you bit down on his shoulder. His movements finally stopped and the two of you laid there for a while, trying to catch your breath. Sam gently ran his fingers along your back, sending slight goosebumps against your skin. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, sleep so easily wanting to take over. You moved your head slightly to push your face into his neck, breathing in the aroma of his sweaty skin and the cloud of sex that filled the air.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" Sam said softly and you gave him a soft nod.

"I don't think I can get up," You mumbled and he let out a soft laugh. He finally pulled out of you before gently flipping you over. He got up and slid his sweatpants back on before leaving the room and you could hear the sound of the water running in the bathroom moments later. He came back into the room with a rag to clean you up as best as he could before pressing soft kisses to your face and your neck.

"I'm running you a bath. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked softly. You nodded your head and you felt him pick you up. You pressed your face into his chest as he walked the two of you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and left the room for a moment. You took care of yourself before you stood up, and stepped into the bathtub. Your legs were shaky and your hips were sore but the warm water helped ease all of the tension in your muscles.

Sam came back a few minutes later with some clothes in hand and he took off his sweatpants again, stepping into the tub behind you. He stretched himself out as best as he could and you leaned back against his chest. He drew random patterns over your stomach as the two of you relaxed, trying his best not to disturb you.

After a while, the water started to turn cold and Sam helped you out, wrapping a towel around your frame. He dressed you in a pair of fluffy sweatpants that you had and the shirt that he was wearing early and carried you into the living room. He disappeared off into the bedroom and came back a short while later with your bedding in his arms, setting it into your washer. He went into the kitchen and warmed up the food he had ordered for the both of you before bringing it over and setting it down on the coffee table. Your stomach started to growl and Sam laughed as he looked at you.

"Eat, baby. I already made you cum."

"I thought it was dinner and then you were going to make me cum?" You asked innocently, hoping he'd take the hint of another round. He looked at you once more before laughing again and shaking his head.

"What am I going to do with you?"

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Hazy Confessions - Sam x Reader One Shot

reposting this as a one shot because i started writing the fic, but i don't wanna finish it! so here's everything i had written. let's just say it's a one shot with no clear resolution

Word Count: 2.9k

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Your first year of college has not gone at all how you expected it would so far. Before you moved across the country to Michigan for school, you never would have expected to be where you are. You expected to move out here and keep to yourself, maybe make a few surface-level friends to help in your classes, and overall, just stay on the down low until the end of the year.

In your first class of the fall semester, you found yourself sitting next to this eccentric boy about your age. He struck up a conversation with you immediately, telling you it was his first day as well, and asked if you wanted to hang out sometime. At first, you were hesitant, wanting to stick to your plan of not getting too attached, but after spending a few hours with him after class, you found yourself gravitating toward this boy you met. He even gave you a nickname, Flower, on the day you met because you had embroidered flowers all over your backpack.

Four months later, you consider Sam your best friend, and you two are rarely apart. You spend most of your free time with him, hanging out in your dorm after classes since it’s so close to campus, hanging at his apartment on the weekends, and occasionally sleeping over at each other’s places.

One thing in particular you love about your friendship with Sam is the weekly ritual you two started a month after meeting each other. Every Friday night, you show up at Sam’s door with a bag of snacks, dressed in comfy clothes, and an overnight bag in tow. You started sleeping over at Sam’s on the weekends because his apartment is surrounded by nature, and you like to escape the busy atmosphere of your on-campus dorm whenever possible.

So, like clockwork, Friday night rolls around and you are standing outside Sam’s door with all the supplies you gathered. Slinging your overnight bag and snack tote over your shoulder, you knock on the door. It only takes a few seconds for it to swing open, Sam bringing you into a hug as soon as you walk through the doorway. “Flower!” He squeezes you by the shoulders, “It’s been so long!”

You roll your eyes at his exclamation, having seen him earlier in the day on campus. “It’s literally been 4 hours, dumbass, now take these bags.”

“Of course, my lady,” he says, taking the bags and bowing exaggeratedly at you.

You giggle at him, then walk across the room to the corner his bed is pushed against and make yourself at home. You loved Sam’s apartment. It was a studio on the first floor of his building, nestled in a back corner with a view of the woods. It was a refreshing escape from the view at your apartment, which was mostly other concrete buildings and bustling students.

Sam placed your bags on his desk chair before picking up his laptop and opening a random streaming service. “Any requests?” he asks as he starts connecting the laptop to the small TV mounted on the wall above his desk.

“Nope, whatever you want Sammy boy, I’m not picky.” He gave you a small smile, which you return, and then he turns around to begin browsing for something to watch. In truth, you never really care what you all watch together, you just enjoying the time you spend together. There’s no doubt about the feelings you're harboring towards Sam, but there was no reason to make anything of them. You’ve been through this same situation before, where you catch feelings for a close friend, and they see you as nothing more than that. A friend. The friendship you have with Sam is so perfect, so easy, there’s no way you could let a fleeting crush ruin that.

“Okay,” Sam speaks up from his place at the desk, “how does Finding Nemo sound?” he asks, turning to face you with a little smirk adorning his lips.

“Sure, sounds good to me, I haven’t watched it in forever.” Smiling at you, he displays the movie on the TV rather than the small computer screen. You maneuver yourself around his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie while also leaving room for him. When you finally settle into a comfy spot, you notice a small bag of weed sitting by his pillow before he can press play on the movie. “Ooh, Sammy, what’s this?” you ask, moving to pick up the bag.

He turns around to look at you, shrugging. “Oh, um, it’s just something I’ve been trying. Jake gave me some.” You notice him fiddling with his fingers in front of him, a slightly nervous demeanor now overtaking the relaxed one from a few moments ago. “I meant to put it away before you got here if I’m being honest.”

You feel confused by his statement. “Why is that?” you ask, feeling a tinge of sadness that he didn’t want to share this with you.

He moves across the small room, sitting next to you on the edge of his bed. “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t know how you’d feel about it.” He gently takes the baggie from your hands, holding it in his lap.

You felt a wave of sympathy wash over you. “Sammy, I wish you didn’t feel like that, but I promise I’m fine with it.”

He finally looks up at you, a small smile on his lips. “Really?”

You put your hand on his knee and gave it a few pats, “Yes, really, why wouldn't I be?" You pause for a moment, trying to think of something to say. “How long have you been doing it?”

He didn’t answer for a few seconds, like he was trying to recall when he started. “Maybe a few weeks? I’m not really sure. Jake brought it up a while ago, but I was never really interested until recently.”

This time, you don’t respond for a while. The silence was far from awkward though. The two of you are very comfortable in each other’s presence. You finally speak up, “Will you show me how?”

He snaps his head to look at you, not expecting you to say that. “Um, yeah,” the nervous energy returned ever so slightly. “Are you sure? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I wouldn’t say anything if you didn’t, no pressure-”

“Sammyyy,” you cut him off, “Stop overthinking so much. Relax, it’s just me.” You grab one of his shoulders, squeezing it reassuringly and give him a small smile.

He smiles back at you, then gets up off the bed to kneel in front of his nightstand. “Okay then let me just get some stuff ready.” He shuffled miscellaneous items around in the drawer before pulling out a pack of rolling papers, a grinder, a rolling tray, and his lighter. “I really only have this if that’s okay.” He moved to sit next to you again, crossing his legs under him and laying the items out between you two. You folded your own legs underneath yourself, now sitting facing Sam.

You had smoked weed before, but the last time you tried it was months back home with some friends from high school, and it wasn't exactly a smooth and efficient sesh. You barely remembered how to roll a joint, but you figure you could give it your best try if Sam was willing to share this experience with you. You pull the tray into your lap, pull a rolling paper out of the package, and reach for the baggie of weed Sam was holding between his fingers.

You could feel his hesitation, his body tense and unmoving. You could barely see him breathing. “Hey,” you put your hands on the bed in front of you and lean forward to meet his eyes, “It’s just me. Everything is fine, relax.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this with anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s with you but I can’t help it.”

You felt a pang in your chest. This was a side of Sam you didn’t see very often. Sam is very confident and outgoing most of the time, knowing how to keep a conversation moving and scatter light jokes where they are appropriate. This Sam, anxious and insecure, was one that came out very rarely, and you felt lucky that he was comfortable letting this side of himself show around you.

In an attempt to calm his nerves, you moved over to lean against the wall his bed was pushed up against. You pat the space next to you and look at him with a gentle expression. “Come on, sit next to me. We’ll do this together.”

He seemed to relax at your gesture, crawling across the bed and plopping down next to you. You pulled the tray back into your lap and start to roll a joint.

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“I mean it’ll definitely probably work,” Sam joked as you held up the newly rolled joint in your fingers. You shot a playful glare in his direction, then turned your attention back to the rolled-up paper between your fingers. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t really matter to either of you.

“Do you want to go first?” he asked you, his nervous energy gone for the most part.

You were starting to feel a little nervous yourself. What if you don’t do it right? What if you have a coughing fit? What if you drop the joint on his sheets and light his bedroom on fire? Realistically, you know everything will be fine because you were with Sam, but you couldn’t help catastrophizing a little (a lot). “I haven’t done this in a long time,” you confessed, “I think I want to see how you do it first.”

“Yeah, sure.” He shuffled in his spot, scooting closer to you on the bed. He took the joint from your hand and brought it to his lips, his free hand bringing the lighter to the twisted end of the joint. You studied his face as he flicked the lighter, his eyebrows knit together in concentration, lips pursed tightly to hold the piece of paper in place.

A puff of smoke left his mouth as the joint finally lit, and he took a long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before slowly exhaling into the air. You watched in awe, replaying the image of Sam blowing out smoke repeatedly in your head. Suddenly enraptured by the man sitting next to you, you didn’t notice Sam saying your name until you felt a gentle touch on your knee.

Snapping back into reality, you looked up at Sam. He was already looking at you, the remnants of his anxiety peeking through his expression. “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded your head and took a breath, trying to ground yourself. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You reached between you and Sam to grab the joint from his fingers. You started to bring it up to your face but stopped a few centimeters from your lips. “Um,” you uttered nervously, “how exactly do I…” Your voice trailed off as you tried to figure out your words.

Sam scooted even closer to you on the bed, abandoning all space so your thighs were now touching. “Here, I’ll try to do my best to explain.” Hoping to calm you down, he gently rested his hand on your knee. “When you have the joint between your lips, think about filling your lungs rather than inhaling, if that makes sense. Then try to hold it for as long as you can before you let it out.”

You listened to his instructions and tried to remember them as clearly as you could as you brought the joint up to your lips. You try to do as he said, thinking about filling your lungs and holding it in, but when you went to let out the smoke you started coughing.

When you finally came out of your coughing fit you looked at Sam just to see him giggling at you. “What?” you say, “I’m a little out of practice, Sammy,” you joked in an attempt to play off the terrible hit you just took.

Sam takes the joint from you, “I’m not saying anything about it,” he puts the joint between his lips once again and takes another long drag, this time blowing the smoke directly at your face. You swat his leg and glare at him playfully, and he is smiling goofily at you when the smoke clears. “Here,” he says, passing you the joint once more, “Try again, but this time try not to inhale SO much, don’t overestimate how much smoke can fit in your lungs.”

You take the joint from him, “Okay Mr. Professional,” you joke, causing him to laugh that stoner laugh of his you love so much. His hand is still resting on your knee, calming you down enough to be comfortable attempting a second hit. You bring the joint up to your lips and take Sam’s advice, imagining filling your lungs with smoke, but not too much that you start coughing. This time when you exhale, there are no coughs making their way up your throat, just the cloud of smoke disappearing into the room.

“See,” Sam squeezes your knee, “Now you got it Ms. Professional.”

You and Sam make quick work of finishing the joint, the movie long forgotten by the time Sam is putting out the roach in the ashtray on his nightstand. At this point, you are beginning to slump more and more into the wall, a satisfying buzz clouding your mind. Sam leaves the bed for a moment to put music on his computer instead of the abandoned movie, returning to his previous spot right next to you.

You look over at him just to find him already looking at you. “Hi.” You smile at him, your faces only inches apart, but no intentions of anything more than just being close to one another.

“Hi,” Sam responds with a gentle smile.

“I’m so glad I met you,” you say with a goofy smile on your face, suddenly finding yourself speaking with no filter. “Oop, sorry,” you giggled and covered your face with your hand.

“Sappy, are we?” Sam joked before grabbing your hand and gently pulling your hand away from your face and into his lap where he held it in his own. “I’m just kidding, Flower, I’m glad I met you too.”

A comfortable atmosphere settled over the room, you and Sam sitting on his bed pleasantly buzzed, and nothing except the sound of each other’s breathing and the soft ambient music Sam had playing on his computer. You wished things could be like this all the time, just you and Sam and nothing outside of these walls.

But unfortunately, reality has a way of ruining your fantasies. With Sam holding your hand so delicately in his, you are confronted with the romantic feelings for him you have been holding back in favor of protecting the friendship. The way he is mindlessly caressing your knuckles with his thumb is reason for pause though. Is he holding your hand as an innocent display of affection between friends, or is there some deeper meaning to it?

Either way, you can't deal with the stress of the question right now, so you try to enjoy the feeling while you can.

“Your hands are so soft,” you hear him say after a few minutes of him holding your hand. He drags his fingers across the back of your hand, gently grabbing your wrist and flipping your hand to have your palm facing up. He brings his other hand over and matches it to yours, observing the difference in size. His eyes are locked on the place where your hands meet. “And they’re so tiny, how have I never realized this?” he says as he intertwines his fingers in yours.

Butterflies. That’s what you’re feeling in your belly as he says this to you. “I have no idea Sammy, maybe because we don’t make a habit of holding each other’s hands.”

When you look up from where your hand is in his, you find him already looking you in the eyes. He studies your face for a second before he says, “Maybe we should make it a habit.”

Seriously? Is he implying what you think he is? He couldn’t possibly. But then why is he saying that and looking at you like that? No, no, this can’t happen, Sam is your best friend, you can’t let this be ruined. You have to do something.

“Yeah,” you sigh, still holding eye contact, “Maybe we should.”

PANIC. That did not help. That was almost definitely the opposite of what you wanted to say.

PANIC. Is he starting to lean in? He flicks his eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

PANIC? His face is so close to yours now, only a little closer and he would be close enough to-

 “Want a break from the ads?”

The moment is abruptly cut off by Sam’s stupid refusal to pay for music streaming services. His eyes immediately drop from yours and snap to the laptop where the music had been playing. “Fucking seriously,” he mutters as he backs away from you and reluctantly lets go of your hand to make his way over to the laptop.

[caravelmp3]

I love all the soft imagines sm 🥺 but I'm also a hoe for some angst, will you potentially do any angsty pieces in the future?

i was in a Mood tonight, so here's a little something :) 

THERE'S A PIECE OF YOU IN HOW I DRESS

pairing: sam kiszka x f!reader

warning(s): alcohol consumption & smoking, a reference to sex

word count: 1.4k

synopsis: reader meets her ex-boyfriend at a bar and realizes he's wearing the sweater she has been looking for since they split but oh god he's still hot and charismatic as ever

note: my first sam fic ever babie !!! insert my longest yeah boy ever. i sometimes imagine sam as the insufferable ex that you tend to miss a lot, so that's a bit of inspo here. all other inspo & title is from cherry by harry styles. anyways i whipped this up in like two hours and did not proofread it but i hope you all enjoy <333

You threw back the shot of vodka to much of your friends' pleasure, a cheer followed their pleas as the bottom of the shotglass turned up towards the ceiling. Their cheers fell upon deaf ears as you focused on the burn in the back of your throat and wiped the spilled vodka from the corner of your mouth. With the slam of the shotglass back on the table, you sat back in your chair and returned your attention to the friend group surrounding you.

“See! Doesn’t it make you feel better?”

Your nose scrunched as you fought off the attempt to let out a burp. “Sure,” you replied with a hand to your chest while suppressing the belch.

It had been a long work week, and even though you desperately needed a drink, vodka was typically your last choice. But the bar - a small dive on the east side of town, didn’t have your preferred go-to, so you settled for whatever could ease your nerves the fastest. So vodka it was.

Everyone returned to their drinks of choice and fell back into normal conversation - work, life, their other friends, upcoming trips that had been booked for months. You sipped on the gin and tonic and watched as your friend Phoebe whipped her phone out of her purse, and then her head snapped up to look at the door, a smile immediately spreading across her face.

“There she is!” She shouted.

You turned and watched as a mutual friend cut through the bodies lingering by the booths at the door and headed for the table. You instinctively stood and met your friend for a hug, rocking her back and forth, and then you asked about her usual plus one;

“Where’s Jamie?”

“He’s outside, parking across the street.”

You nodded and let her pass you to greet your other friends. With a quick glance around the table you noticed that the shot tray was filled with empty glasses.

“I’ll go get another round. Vodka?”

Phoebe tutted and then looked at everyone, throwing out options. “What about tequila? Whiskey?”

“Fuck sake, no,” Julien, from across the table, shook her head at the idea of whiskey on top of vodka. The look on her face seemed a lot like yours. “Let’s do another round of vodka.” And everyone around agreed.

You felt your stomach flip at the idea but you agreed to keep the morale and unity alive. You moved through the crowd and landed at the mahogany bar. A bartender took your order with ease and moved to grab a bottle of Tito’s from the shelf.

To avoid conversation and those packed tightly around you, you checked your phone, taking note of a couple missed texts and app notifications, but nothing out of the ordinary. When you pocketed your phone to grab the platter slid across the bar to you, you heard loud laughter carry from the opposite side of the room, and you instinctively glanced over to see another large group of friends, and you make a mental note that one of them is wearing a sweater similar to the one you had.

And then you paused, fingers clenching the plastic platter tightly. You hadn’t seen that sweater in months. And then you recognized one of the intermingled laughs. Fucking Samuel. An ex-lover, an ex-boyfriend. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as you felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. Or maybe it was the vodka.

After finally finding control of your body again, you walked back across the bar, past the table where Sam sat with friends, and with another glance, his brothers, too. You saw one of them look at you, and then Sam turned too, but you tried your best to ignore him further as you sat the platter of shots down onto the table where your friends sat, to much of their pleasure. You said a brief hello to Jamie who had joined them, and then you felt like you were desperate for a second alone.

“I’ll be right back - gonna step out for a smoke.” You told them and they all nodded. They quickly agreed to wait for you and you nodded, making a quick grab for your jacket and purse to head for the back door.

Sliding on your jacket as you walked through the room, you heard someone call out your name under the loud music, but you ignored them. You emerged outside to a back patio of the bar mostly closed off due to the weather, but smokers would come and go to avoid standing out on the busy street out front.

Fucking Sam. Of course he would be here. After all, you two lived on the same side of town and he had told you about the bar before, saying that it was one of his favorites, but you hadn’t considered the possibility of him actually being there that night. You now wished he was on tour, that he had fucked off all the way across the country, just as long as he wasn’t around you.

You tossed your bag onto a picnic table and reached inside, fishing for your cigarette pack, but you couldn’t find it while blindly searching.

“I got a cigarette if you need one,”

You paused your movements and lifted your eyes to the stars beyond the string lights above your head. You knew you were going to have to face him, you just didn’t want to. If you could fall through the ground, now would be the best time. But instead you cleared your throat, flung your bag on your shoulder, and turned to him standing behind you.

Sam, the same Sam you knew far too well, stood near the back door with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips and a pack open, held in your direction. You eyed the pack - turquoise American Spirits - and nodded. That hadn’t changed, they were all he smoked. 

You reached out and took a cigarette from the pack and used the lighter from your pocket to ignite the end. Then all bets were off. You took a quick draw from the cigarette and then said;

“So, that’s where my sweater went…” you motioned to the dark pink sweater he was wearing, the cuffs rolled at his wrist, his necklaces hanging over the collar like it was something he wore all the time, something he was comfortable in.

You watched him drop his head down to look at the sweater, and then he rubbed at the soft material.

You had bought the sweater at a second-hand shop in town, it was your favorite. You wore it all the time - to work, to the store, to sleep in. And you had left it on Sam’s bedroom floor a dozen times, which now, you realized was the last place you saw it.

For months you searched high and low through your own closet, through the entire apartment, and you had chalked it up to Julien stealing it and leaving it in her car, but now you realize that your ex-boyfriend had been the one wearing it the whole time. 

The shitty thing is that he looked good in it. It complimented his eyes that twinkled in the lights strung above your heads. You hated that he pulled it off. 

You hadn’t seen him since the day you packed up your things from his place - his hair had grown out longer, he had shaved the stubble that was growing out at the time you two called it quits. You hated that he still looked good. And he looked good wearing your sweater. Unbelievable. 

“Oh, yeah, I mean, I didn’t think there was any point in throwing it out.”

You nodded, tongue guiding across your teeth. “Didn’t cross your mind to give it back to me?”

“Well, you aren’t exactly keen on answering texts or phone calls, you know.” Sam quipped and you shifted your body away from him to blow the inhaled smoke from your mouth. You knew he had tried to get a hold of you. “And it’s not like you threw out my Patagonia fleece.”

You whipped your head back to him, eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Oh come on,” he shot you a grin that you were almost tempted to smack off his face, “I saw you wearing it in a picture Phoebe posted of you.”

“Are you still stalking me on Instagram, Samuel?” That was all you got from it, at least, all your ears caught.

Sam grew bashful and then it was your turn to grin at him. “Whatever,” he said and then asked, "anyway, can I borrow a light? I forgot mine.”

You grumbled and pulled the lighter out of your pocket and tossed it to him. He caught it perfectly, cupped his other hand, and lit the end of his cigarette. He handed it back to you with an amused grin, licking at his lips, and you creased your brow in confusion before he motioned to the lighter. You looked down at the white lighter in your palm, the words written across the plastic in black marker - if you wanna fuck, smile when you give the lighter back.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re fucking insufferable,"

[whollyfree]

Let's Talk

Summary – You have a hard time watching Jake be ogled, and he has a remedy to remind you what's yours.

Pairings – Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count – 3.1k

Warnings – 18+ MINORS DNI!!! oral (f!receiving), face-riding, unprotected sex, dumbification, LOTS of dirty talk, cockwarming if you squint, spanking, mentions of alcohol

You had really fucking had it this time.

Was it a normal thing for Jake to be ogled? Yes! How could he not be? 

It was far too easy to find yourself staring at him; so you truly couldn’t blame anyone else for doing so. With an air of confidence, he enters a room and every eye falls onto him. 

He is an enigma to all (except you, of course) and it felt like damn near every girl at that godforsaken bar was on a mission to have his eyes so much as glance their way. He knows this, of course. How could he not?

But behind his mysterious, debonair exterior, he’s Jake. Your Jake. Your soft, sweet Jake who raids your pantry to make you breakfast in bed and fills your car with gas because “why do you ever let your tank run that low?! It’s not safe!” he had argued (but he still fills it up every time). 

He’s your loving, tender Jake who litters you with kisses at any given moment and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck when the poor thing feels as if he isn’t getting enough of your attention. That, and he can’t stand not to be touching you in any form or fashion. He’s just like a little lovesick puppy!

And no matter how hard you try to remind yourself of these things, to be rational, you can’t help but have to bite your tongue. The jealousy eats away at you and it infuriates you to no end. You hate yourself for it.

Which is why tonight at the bar, you bit your tongue so hard you’re sure small trickles of blood had seeped their way into your mouth. Jake stood by the bar; an arm securely wrapped around your waist as he beckons the bartender over with a simple raise of his fingers. 

Of course, when it’s Jake, it’s not hard to get anyone’s attention; unwanted or not. And that was abundantly clear from the blonde at the end of the bar, twirling her straw in her cocktail as she eyed your boyfriend. 

Her eyes moved up and down, and you notice they became stuck on his exposed chest and silver necklaces dangling against his tanned skin. And, oh god, do you hate her for it.

Stop it. Your conscience pleads with you to (for lack of a better phrase) chill the fuck out!

Jake could tell you were a bit pouty. He knows you all too well. And just as assumed, he knew he was being eye-fucked by the blonde at the end of the bar (and one hidden away in a booth in the back, but like hell he was planning on telling you that).

Part of him hates himself for finding your jealousy so amusing. And in all honesty, if he saw a man looking at you the way that women have looked at him, he’d be raising hell.

“You okay, baby?” He grins as the two of you walk into your home after your excursion to the bar, tossing his car keys on the kitchen counter.

“Mhm.” You hum. Short and sweet. He won’t expect a thing, right?

You’re kidding yourself and you know it.

“Yeah?” He replies, crowding your space immediately from behind. He takes the curves of your hips in each of his palms, his breath tinted with the Maker’s Mark he had a glass of at the bar. Top shelf only for him, of course. “You were awfully quiet tonight. Getting shy on me all of a sudden, princess?”

You can hear the subtle teasing in his voice, and you’re sure he knows exactly what you were sulking for. But you simply answer, not ready to give yourself away too quickly. “No, just tired is all.”

“Just tired is all,” he mocks you with a low chuckle. You’re a terrible liar, always have been. “It’s cute that you think you could ever lie to me.” He adds, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck – it already feels too much but not enough. 

And when his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, you feel a rush of heat between your thighs, and you swear your knees may give out. How he’s able to turn you into a puddle of yourself so quickly? You’ll never know.

“Come on, princess,” he sounds, and just like that it’s over. His hands are removed from your hips and he moves in front of you, his arm outstretched to you and his body facing the stairs. “Let’s go to bed then if you’re so tired.”

You try to hide your huff of annoyance, aching to have his touch again after being subjected to watch women drool over him all night. So you decide, no, you’re not going upstairs. Your arms cross over your chest like an insolent child who didn’t get what they wanted. Stubborn and spoiled. And your act of defiance is certainly not lost on him.

“No?” He quirks up an eyebrow at you, “Is the princess suddenly not tired? Sure are moody, though. What’s that about?”

God, you hate him. You hate that he’s finding your frustration the slightest bit entertaining. He’s taunting you, dangling the carrot in your face just to see you bite back.

He huffs out a laugh at your silence. “Oh, so we don’t wanna talk now, hm? That’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Before you can even blink, you’re thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll. A surprised shriek slips out of you as he trudges up the stairs and in the direction of your bedroom. Smaller in stature he may be, but weak is not a way you would ever describe him.

“Jake!” You scold him, not having any of his shit right now. “Put me down!”

“Oh, so we are talking now?” He muses, depositing you on the neatly made bed. He hovers over you, standing at the foot of the bed where he practically threw you on it. 

“How about this then, princess?” He taunts, “Since you’re suddenly in the mood to talk, I say we play a little game. You talk, I listen.”

Seems easy enough…a little too easy. 

“Everything off.” There it is.

He strides over to the bed, climbing on before laying on his back. His head rests against the pillow as you continue eyeing him, slowly peeling your clothes off your body until your stark naked and sitting on your heels on the bed.

“So obedient, my pretty girl. And so fucking beautiful when you listen, aren’t you?” He coos. “Come have a seat, princess,” he beckons, still fully clothed, “talk to me.”

With a bite to the inside of your cheek, you rise from your sitting position to straddle his lap. And just as you begin to settle yourself – 

“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “Not quite, baby.”

Your incredulous look makes him laugh. What else could he have wanted?

“Come on,” he encourages, placing his hands on your hips. “Up you go, princess.”

With a quick slap to your ass, he hoists you up further. Your eyes go wide and you yelp at the crack of his hand hitting your skin, your heart racing as your knees straddle either side of his head. 

“Good girl,” he praises, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and to your hips to keep you steady. “Go on, princess. Tell me what’s got you so pouty. Wanna help.”

Considering you’re at a loss for words and can’t think straight with him eye-level with your cunt, you suddenly don’t even know why you were upset to begin with. But another swat to your ass quickly brings you back to consciousness.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, your head falling down and fingers gripping his hair. “They were staring at you…at the bar.” You manage out.

“Yeah? Who was, princess?” He’s teasing you even more now, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your clit until you choke out his name and begin tugging on the roots of his hair. He knows you can’t answer; you’re already too far gone and he’s hardly started.

But your impending fear that he would stop has you rushing out the words through uneven breaths.

“The girls at the bar,” you croak out as his lips continue pressing small kisses to your bundle of nerves. “Hated the way they looked at you. I was fucking jealous. I’m sorry.”

Pleased with your answer (even if he already knew it), he grins. And you can feel it against you before he presses one final kiss to your pearl.

“But you see, princess,” he says, smoothing his hands over your hips. “No one else gets to have this. Just because they see my face, doesn’t mean they get to fuck it like you do, do they?”

“N-no.” You reply, desperate to feel his mouth on you again.

“Good girl,” he croons. “And what they don’t know is that I get to have my face fucked by the prettiest little pussy whenever I please. Get to have your scent all over me. ‘Cause it’s yours, isn’t it, princess?” 

“Yes, sir.” You peep, unable to form another word if your life depended on it. 

Not only were you insanely turned on and dripping because his face was buried between your thighs, but it’s also due to how he speaks to you with such dominance and authority. He could have you on your knees (both literally and figuratively) with the snap of his fingers.

With one more praise of good girl, he dives back in, immediately sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking against it like a man starved. You feel your eyes roll back, a whining desperate mess above him. The tugging on his hair only gets tighter as he grips your hips to keep you against him.

You’re sure there will be marks, and you aren’t mad about it either. You need him tethered to you in every way possible.

He expertly licks through your folds, tongue gently prodding at your entrance as his nose brushes your clit. You can’t fight the whimper that leaves your lips, your pussy fluttering around the tip of his tongue. And when he groans at the feeling, you swear you’re done for.

“Jake,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He hums against your cunt, flicking your arousal against your clit before sucking it past his lips once more. 

“Yeah, princess? Feel that sweet little cunt fucking squeezing my tongue. That feel good? Feel good to take what’s yours?”

And before you have time to catch your breath, his tongue finds your entrance again. He wastes no time going harder, faster this time. His tongue fucks into you relentlessly, nose nudging your clit in perfect timing. It’s sloppy and wet and downright sinful.

You can hardly register when it happens, you’re so far gone, but you cum hard against his tongue. Grinding your hips against his tongue to chase the feeling for as long as your body will allow while you cry out his name like a hymn.

And he can’t get enough of it either, ravaging you and swallowing every bit he can muster until you pry yourself off of him. 

You look him over, his mouth, chin, and nose glistening with remnants of you. It’s enough to stir you back up again, your overstimulation be damned. Your lips crash into his, and he’s eager to capture them with his own, maneuvering you to straddle his lap. 

“Fuck, my sweet girl,” he breathes out. “Did so fucking good. Came so hard for me. Could eat that pussy until it suffocates me, I swear.”

You gasp when you feel his hardened cock through his jeans that he wore out make contact with your swollen clit. 

Grinding against him, you whimper against his lips at the new feeling bubbling within your tummy. He groans, feeling the slightest bit of relief as you grind against him. With the amount of wetness you felt between your thighs even after your orgasm, you’re sure that you’re absolutely soaking the fabric.

“This what you want, baby?” He murmurs. “Want my cock? Wanna fuck what’s yours?”

“Please.” You whimper, grinding down against him with a bit more force this time before moving your hips upwards to allow him to undress.

He practically moans when he sees the wet splotch of your arousal on the crotch of his jeans. “Fuck, princess. So fucking wet for me.”

“Jake, please,” you whine, tugging at his pants in an effort to make him move faster. 

“Oh, my needy little thing.” He teases, resuming pulling his pants down along with his boxers. “Just had her pussy fucked with my tongue and can’t wait for more, can you?”

You shake your head no, trying to will yourself to calm down. You don’t want him to think he has the power, even though he knows all too well that he already does.

“I know, princess.” He soothes you with his tone, tossing his pants and boxers on the floor along with your clothes. 

His dick stands tall, pressed against his stomach as precome leaks from the slit on the swollen head. He gives himself two languid strokes with his fist, hissing at the feeling. “Can’t wait to have you wrapped up around me…all tight and sweet and warm- fuck, come here, baby. Take it. Take what’s yours.” 

You’re quick to crawl back to him, desperate to have him inside of you as you grasp his shoulders for balance. Using one hand, you grasp him, whimpering when you feel his crown just lining up with your weeping hole. 

Jake holds your waist, patiently waiting for you to sink down around him. And when you do, you could cry from how good and full you feel already. You keen as you feel the familiar and pleasurable sting that only happens when he’s this deep inside you. 

“Shit,” He hisses, fighting the urge to fuck upwards into you. “Feels so good, princess. This cock is yours, baby. Everything is yours.”

And that’s more than enough to encourage you to begin riding him, rolling your hips back and forth at an even pace. You whine and mewl from above him as he holds your waist, encouraging you with each movement you make.

You’re both a complete wreck already. Jake is already so close to coming and you’d hardly started moving your hips against him.

“Whose cock is this?”

You hated when he made you talk. You could listen to him go on and on all day about nothing that truly mattered (especially in bed). But you hate having to talk as well. You feel like you were nowhere near as good at it as he is.

In hopes that he’ll somehow forget what he asked, you resume your movements and peel your eyes away, beginning to go faster in hopes that you’ll truly distract him. But that sure as hell doesn’t work.

“Uh-uh,” He scolds, using his free hand to take your chin and turn it to face him. Eye-to-eye. “Eyes on me, princess. Now tell me whose cock this is. Wanna hear you, sweet girl. Tell me nice and loud.”

You’re embarrassed. If your cheeks could turn any darker in this moment, you’re sure they would. And you don’t want to answer him, suddenly bashful even when he’s buried inside of you as you bounce on his cock. 

Displeased with your lack of a response, he angles his hips upwards, meeting you halfway to send himself deeper into the depths of your cunt. It catches you off guard to say the least, but only causes you to move faster, further onto him to chase that feeling again.

“It’s mine, sir,” you whine, words rushed and breathless. “It’s mineit’smineit’smine!” You continue, drunk off his cock and so close to coming you can’t hardly stand it.

Jake groans, continuing to push his hips upwards. “Yes, princess. My good fucking girl. It’s fucking yours.”

You want him to come harder than he ever has; want his cum deep inside you because it really is yours. He’s yours.

“Taking me so well, princess.” He pants. “Riding me so fucking good. Go on, baby. Want you to come again. Soak my cock, baby.”

Your words become mush, incoherent babbles as you continue fucking yourself on him. You can’t hardly breathe anymore, your chest heaving for breath as you feel the knot inside of you threatening to snap.

“Oh, princess…” he coos, “My dumb little baby. Can’t even get a word out when my cock’s buried inside you. Can’t even help it, can you?” He snaps his hips upwards more forcefully than before, an unforgiving pace that allows you some sort of reprieve from the burning in your thighs.

The moan that rips from your chest would have caused you to curl in on yourself in embarrassment, but right now you can’t seem to care. The way he’s fucking into you, the way he’s speaking to you…it’s too much for your already fucked-out brain to handle.

“Gonna come!” You muster out, your voice cracking as you grip his shoulders tighter.

“Yeah?” Jake taunts, still snapping into you as your pussy contracts around him. “Do it, princess. I can feel you fucking squeezing me so tight- fuck, baby. Gonna make me fucking come, aren’t you?”

You want to answer him; you really do. But all you can muster is a nod as your orgasm rips through you, your mouth dropping open and your cunt locking down around Jake as it fights to keep him inside. Your ears ring as you pulse around him, unsure if you’re making noise or not at this point. 

Jake’s orgasm washes over him, choking out a moan of your name as he buries himself as far as he can. He spills inside of you, cum spurting from his swollen tip and into you. You feel him coating your walls as your vision returns to you, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat glimmering his forehead. 

God, he’s beautiful all the time, but especially like this.

The two of you are a breathless mess, feeling the his cum mixing with yours as it seeps down your inner thighs. You breathe out a laugh, your forehead falling against his as he wraps his arm around you.

“I’m yours, princess.” His voice is as soft as silk as he traces his fingertips along your spine. “You know that don’t you?”

You smile, lashes fluttering as you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes your heart feel warm – even when you don’t deserve it; even when you’re acting like a brat.

“I do now.” You tease, attempting to bite back a smile but ultimately failing when you hear him giggle.

“Oh, princess,” He tightens his arms around you. “What are we gonna do with you?”

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[jordie-gvf]

Aphrodite’s Kiss, Josh Kiszka

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warnings : language, oral f rec, pussy kissing, aftercare, i don’t think there’s anymore! let me know if i missed any!

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if there was one thing josh loved more than you and his patchouli body soap, it was kissing your pussy. before he ate you out, he kissed her for a lifetime. if he had it his way, he wouldn’t eat you out. he’d only kiss.

when he came home from work, you could tell something was up.

“what happened?” you asked him, as soon as he walked in the door.

“fuckin sam. you know how the youngest can be, annoying, as all fuck.” he told you, sitting to the right of you on the couch as you watched your ghost hunting show. he wrapped his right arm around your waist, moving his left behind your head. he peppered kisses to your neck, nudging your head with his nose. “come on, baby. been a long day. let me kiss her.”

“i’m in the middle of the episode, it’ll be done soon, i promise.”

“who said you had to stop watching your show?” he questioned, tugging on the waistline of your grey lounge pants. “joshua, give me 20 minutes and i’ll let you do whatever you want.”

“i want her now, please mama. i bet you’re so fuckin wet, couldn’t have my touch all day. did you touch your pretty cunt today? i touched my cock, thinking about your gorgeous body. tell me, when you’re alone do you imagine my fingers in your cunt? fucking you until you squirt all around my fingers.”

“actually no i didn’t,” you said sarcastically, “but i did think about your pretty mouth.”

“tell me, baby. what’d you think about? my lips? my tongue? my teeth? what was it baby?”

he propped up a pillow behind you and laid you down on the couch. he kissed your collarbone and kissed his way down your body. “don’t be coy, my love. tell me. did you think about me eating this delicate cunt? or was i sucking this pretty little button in my mouth?” he said, gently pressing his thumb into your mound.

“joshy, please.” you moaned out, lacing your fingers through his hair.

“joshy, please,” he imitated you, pulling your pants down to your ankles.

he grabbed your white panties at the bow on the elastic and pulled tightly, outlining your cunt in the cloth. “look at that pussy, so fucking gorgeous. your little clit is peeking out at me.”

he let go and inhaled your scent. “god, she smells so fucking good.” he nuzzled his nose into your clit and you let out a moan, gripping his hair tighter. he pressed his first kiss of the night onto your clit.

“go ahead, watch your show, i’ll be right here. making sweet love to this cunt.”

he pressed tiny kisses to the entirety of your cunt, leaving his love all over you. he moved your shirt up to grip your tits.

he pulled your panties off of you, sticking to your pussy, the once white material now see through. “god, i can’t wait to eat this pussy, missed you so much.”

“he’s not here right now, joshy. just me and you.”

“you’re damn right he’s not here, he’d be very ashamed of the both of us, sweetness.”

he handed you the remote from behind him and said, “watch the show, my love. i’ll keep myself busy.”

you quickly moved your hands to the back of his head and maneuvered his face down to your cunt.

“in time sweetness, in time.”

“if you make me wait any longer, im going to go upstairs and fuck my hand in our bed.”

“you will do no such thing, my love,” he said and put his mouth directly on your cunt. your head thrashed around on the pillow supporting you. you intertwined your fingers through his hair as he destroyed your pussy.

incomprehensive noises flying throughout the small, homey living room. moans, sucking, licking, sucking.

he moved his right hand off your breast and slowly drug his fingers down your body. he wrapped your legs around his head and sucked harder, small groans leaving his mouth. he returned his hand to your chest, slowly dragging it up to your neck.

“come on, mama. i know you can cum for me,” he coaxed you, licking feverishly to get you to the edge.

he mocked your moans and slowly squeezed your throat. you started to grind into his face as he stuck his tongue out and let you ride his face, your grip on his hair getting tighter and tighter. your legs had enveloped his head, shaking as you got closer to the beloved end.

“i can feel you’re legs shaking around my head,” he said, in between licks on your cunt. “you can cum my love,”

he kissed your clit and put his lips back on yours. your neck craned, forcing your head back on the arm rest, until you felt white hot pleasure take over your entire body.

“good girl, mama, good fucking girl. you did so good,” he said to you, soothing your strained thighs with small kisses.

“i’ll be right back, i promise.”

he let go of your hips and stood up off the couch. he walked into the kitchen, his chin and chest glistening in the low light.

he grabbed you an ice cold water and a warm washcloth. “let’s get you cleaned up, my love. drink your water” he had you sit up to drink your water and motioned for you to open your legs. he cleaned you off with the warm cloth and delicately wiped you down.

he quickly made way to your room and grabbed you a clean pair of panties and some sweats. he helped you get dressed and laid you back down on the couch in your original position.

he handed you the remote and laid down on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

“now can i watch my show?”

“yes, baby. you can watch your ghost show.”

[moonlightisdancing]

Watermelon Sugar/ s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2607

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ kissing, oral sex (f receiving), spanking (if you squint), fingering, begging, hair pulling, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls!), breeding

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“C’mon, love, time to wake up.” Sam runs his hand up and down your side, bringing his lips to kiss the shell of your ear. His fingers slid under your shirt on his second pass up your side, the gentle pads sinking into the soft skin of your belly.

“Mm, can’t we just stay here?” You whisper and nudge your hips back hoping you could sway his decision.

“Y/n, baby… I mean, we could but I already paid for the pass.”

“Ten more minutes.” You’re not asking, more so telling. Did you really have to leave now, anyways? He had you pack your bags two days ago… and he had put them in the car as soon as they were zipped. All there was left was the drive.

“Ten more.” He repeats in solidarity, his hand laying flat on your tummy. You can feel the beginning outline of morning wood against your ass, if there was one thing to keep you in bed, it was this. You nudge your ass back against his groin, placing your hand over his and pressing his palm harder against your skin.

“Maybe twenty?” You ask this time, trying to sweeten the deal.

“Uh-uh, I know what you’re trying to do. We’re going.” Sam backs his hips away from you, turning to lay on his back.

“What am I trying to do?” You turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watch him think of his next words.

“Trying to seduce me, woman!” He moves his hand down to adjust himself in his boxers, bringing his arm back up to rest behind his head. You sit up and straddle his legs, placing your hands on his chest and dragging them across his bare skin. You give him the sweetest eyes you can as you slowly lower your chest to be resting against his. You pepper kisses across his chest before resting your cheek over his heart, listening to the beat it drums. His hands come over your body to wrap around your back, pulling you closer to his chest than you thought was possible. He was getting harder beneath your weight from no efforts of your own, his fingers tracing along your spine.

“Mm, Sammy,” You whined as the sensation from his fingers urged your body to shiver in response. In turn, that meant grinding deeper onto his clothed cock. “Fifteen minutes left should be enough, right?”

“Nowhere near enough time for what I wanna do to you.” He admitted shamelessly, a side of him you wished he'd show more. You lift your head up again to continue kissing his chest, going until your lips reach his nipple. You look up at him through hooded eyes before drawing your tongue towards his nipple and flicking it, the combination of spit and air causing it to pebble. Sam moans followed by an audible swallow.

“How about now?” You teased before continuing to kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck.

“I can do it better, y’know.”

“What?”

“I can flick my tongue better.” He finally moves his hands from your back to resting at the waistband of your panties. “Want me to remind you?”

All you offer is a nod and a short mhm and before you know it he’s inching you up his body until your center is lined up with his mouth. He brushes his fingers over your clothed clit before tucking them into part of fabric that meets the junction of your thigh and center. Pulling them to the side, he blows a stream of cool air against your exposed skin.

“So wet, sweet girl.” He didn’t even give you a second to register or respond to his words before his hands were planted on your hips, pushing you down onto his tongue as he lapped at your clit. His fingers dug deep into the supple skin of your ass as you rode out your orgasm, coating his face in your slick. Even after finishing, he licked between your folds until there was nothing left before ushering your legs from around his head.

“My turn now?” You asked, running your hands down his chest, stopping at the band of his boxers.

“Uh-uh, gotta go.” He sits up and kisses you softly before getting out of bed, tossing you a pair of shorts and one of his shirts from high school.

~🍉~

“I think there’s an extra piece…” You say as you struggle to push the pieces together to the tent. Years of Girl Scouts have evidently failed you as your tent looked more like a pile of polyester and metal poles than, well, a tent. You wonder how he always manages to talk you into outdoor activities. The heat was nauseating to say the least, and you were never successful in your attempts to set up the tent or start fires. But it always makes you feel bad when sets everything up by himself.

“Babe, there probably shouldn’t be extra pieces.” Sam drops your shared duffle bag against the hefty trunk of a nearby tree before making his way towards you.

“Okay, well I’m telling you- there is.” Unlike the pieces you were attempting to put together, you snapped. You watch between your legs and see Sam’s feet approaching you from behind. It’s only a matter of seconds before his large palms find purchase on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles across your lower back.

“Woah, woah, woah. Deep breath, it’s okay. Do you want me to get it?” He almost doesn’t give you a choice as he uses his hands to help you stand up. Your backside rubs against his groin as he slowly brings you upright.

“I just wanna help! You always do everything a-and I just wanna… Ugh.” You frown as you turn around to face him. Sam wraps his arms around your shoulders and you press your forehead to his bare chest.

“Breathe, honey girl, you can still help. Do you wanna set up the hammock? You always pick the best spot,” He pulls away to look you in the eyes, bringing one hand to rest against your cheek.

“Okay, I can do that.” You nod your head yes and place your flat palm against the heated skin of his chest. Sam cups your chin and brings you in for a kiss, pulling away for a second before pecking your lips again.

“Hammock’s over there.” He points next to the duffel bag to a smaller striped bag. You turn to walk away, leaving Sam with whatever you had going on regarding the tent, if you could call it that. As soon as you pass him, he reaches back to smack your ass.

“Go team!”

“Saaaam!” You whine, rubbing your hand over your skin to soothe the sensation.

~🍉~

Finding the perfect spot for the hammock was no issue for you, in fact it was the one thing you felt confident in during these ventures. Sam hums a tune you don’t recognize, probably something off their newest project. You smile and slide the rope through the hoop at the end of the hammock, wrapping the rope around the trunk of the tree, and delicately twisting and tying each knot, repeating the process on both sides until the hammock is safely secured between your trees of choice. Embarrassingly enough, Sam still managed to fix the entire tent before you finished hanging the hammock. In your defense, most of the hard work had been done.

“That part was in fact not extra, by the way.” Sam states while walking towards you. “How’s hammocking going?”

“Good, I think it’s ready.” You rub your hands down your shirt and turn on your heels to face Sam.

“Wanna try it out?” He motions his hand towards the hanging fabric. You stand in front of it and gently position yourself in the middle, sitting on the hammock before throwing your legs up into the nest of cloth.

“It’s perfect!” You ring out into the woods.

“Room for one more, you think?” Sam asks as he makes his way over, following suit. To your surprise he successfully found his way nestled in next to you without any casualties. In a matter of moments, your legs find themselves thrown over his, your arms wrapped around his torso and face buried into his chest. He hums at the contact, bringing his hand to rest on your side, the other under your head allowing you to rest on his forearm.

“You did a good job, I’m proud of you.” He mumbles into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you, Sammy. And thanks for fixing the tent.”

“Anything for you.”

You nuzzle deeper into his side, bringing your leg up further, in turn drawing his hand lower on your waist until his palm rests against your ass. You’re reminded again how his playful tap felt in the presence of his gentle touch. You subconsciously arch your back, pushing your ass into his hand more firmly than he was allowing himself.

“I’m sorry, is there something I can do for you?” He asks as he squeezes your supple skin with his calloused fingertips before gently kneading the flesh.

“Just thinking about that smack from earlier,”

“Yeah? Did it encourage you to be a team player?” Sam drags his fingers under the hemline of your shorts until they meet the lacey edge of your panties. “Hm, think you’re ready for your prize then?” Sam’s fingers inch under your panties, grazing against your clothed bud.

“Please?” You nudge your hips forward, trying to guide his fingers where you wanted them most. Like a magnet, his fingers are drawn to your center.

“Careful, don’t wanna fall out.” Sam guides two fingers through your folds, gathering your slick on them. You lift your leg to grant him access to wherever he pleases. He slowly works his fingers up until his fingertips dance along your sensitive bud, causing more arousal to drip from your core.

“Sam…”

His free hand finds shelter upon your neck, urging your lips to meet his. He shifts his body gently enough so the hammock doesn’t tip, allowing you easier access to his chest. His lips never leave yours, instead working to become one as he licks into your mouth. His hand goes lower, lower, lower down your pants until his fingers are tapping against your entrance. You moan into his mouth at the sensation and with that Sam pushes his two digits into your aching core. You bring your hands up to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the rest of his torso to you. His fingers slowly fuck into you as he pulls his face away from yours, maneuvering his hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ears.

“There’s my girl.” He whispers into the space between your faces. Your brows furrow in pleasure, compliments to the pads of his fingers against your g-spot and the name he paid you.

“Sammy, please?” You whine, throwing your head back from the stimulation, the slight breeze cooling the sweat coating your exposed throat. Sam drops his head just enough to allow himself access to your neck, dragging his tongue from the hollow of your throat up to your jawline.

“Please what, pretty baby?”

“Need you… in… me…” Your words come out between hitched breaths, nearly unable to be mumbled at all through waves of your pleasure. Sam slowly pulls his fingers out of you and starts to push your shorts down. You help slip them off while you make work of palming his length through his shorts. The more your palm strokes his clothed length, the harder he becomes, the tip of his dick threatening to grow past the inseams of his tiny blue shorts.

Your fingers brush over the zipper, your nimble fingers quick to undo it, hand slipping past his waistband. He whines at the skin to skin contact as you run your thumb over the head of his aching cock. You let go long enough to tug at the waistband of his boxers until his cock springs loose from the restraints of the fabric. Sam hitches your leg over his thigh once again before bringing his hand down to stroke his length. His other hand is still perched against your neck, the sweat pooling in his palm. His fingers grab at tufts of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back to look at him as he drags the head of cock over your soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” He huffs as he uses the tip of his dick to push your panties aside, running himself through your velvety folds. Sam rests himself at your entrance, tugging your head back further to watch your eyes screw shut as he slowly pushes into you, drawing a hiss from your lips.

“F-faster…”

“Can’t, we’ll fall. Gotta go slow.” He whispers as he slowly moves his hips back and forth, each time feeling slower than the last. Your head falls forward and you press a series of open mouth kisses across Sam’s chest. In some spots your mouth lingers, sucking and nipping at his heated skin until red marks eventually fade to purple. Sam brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing soft circles over your sensitive bud. Your orgasm starts to build, rolling through your body like distant thunder. The feeling starts in your throat, working down until every inch of you is rumbling with anticipation. He slowly moves his hips, pumping his length as deep into your pussy that your body allows. The dusting of hair around his base can still be felt past the barrier of his thumb and it drives you insane. Sam attaches his lips back to your throat and sucks bright pink marks into your skin. You bring your arms between your bodies, digging your nails into Sam’s chest over the series of love marks you left trailed across his chest. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, quickening his circular motions.

“Just like that… Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” His hips find a faster pace, surprisingly one that doesn’t tip the hammock over and end you both up naked on the forest floor. His words push you over the edge, your nails dig deeper into the skin of his chest as your thunderous orgasm finally takes storm. Your once relatively stable breathing turns into uncontrollably whining and whimpering against his neck. “Yeah… you look so pretty when you cum on my cock. Fuck..” Sam follows swiftly behind, his hips stuttering as ropes of his warm release coat your insides. The dominant brunette is quick to succumb to his own desires. His movements come to a halt as he brings his lips to yours again. He kisses you and holds you like an anchor in the storm, as if you’re the only thing tying him down to this earth. After you both come down from your orgasms, Sam finally pulls out, running his fingers between your folds once again. He collects your combined arousal on his fingers, bringing them between your lips and his. You watch as he laps at his digits, tasting your combination.

“Tastes sweet, like strawberries, wanna try?” He hums around his digits waiting for a response. You nod and he brings his hand down again to collect more, patiently waiting as he brings his fingers to your lips and pushes them past the plump, pink skin. You drag your tongue between his fingers, cleaning every drop of your mixed release from between his fingers.

“Perfect spot for the hammock.”

[kissingkiszka]

so im currently having some 🌶️thoughts🌶️ about Sams hands🥵…do what you please with this request please and thank you

Slow Hands - Sam Kiszka x Reader (smut)

Requested! Ask and you shall receive…

Words: 1.1K+

Summary: On a hike, Sam notices that reader has been eyeing up his hands and wants to do something about it…

CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, hands, finger!ng, praise k!nk, degradation k!nk, pet names, fem reader, hiking, smoking, sexual acts in a public space, possibility of voyeurism (?), Idrk

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You and Sam sat on a rock by the creek, enjoying your afternoon. You had just gotten done eating your lunch, when you decided to take a small hike over to the creek. The forested area was beautiful. You went for a small swim in the water, and found a spacious rock to relax on afterwards. Listening to the creek flow made it even more relaxing and enjoyable, on top of your amazing boyfriend, who was quite the view just by himself.

Sam reaches into his backpack pocket and pulls out a small blunt. “Look at us, Y/N. In the trees, smoking a tree.”

He lights up, deeply inhaling. You watch the way his fingertips clutch the blunt, and that sight alone is enough to send chills down your spine. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Holy fuck, that shits good.”

He leans back, propping himself up with his free hand. You glance down, taking note of veined and calloused hand, his veins being even more accentuated due to him holding himself up. He takes in the view of the flowing water and the trees all around. Meanwhile, you can’t even take your own eyes off of him. You were do entranced by him, your own thoughts and desires had completely taken over the moment.

Unbeknownst to you, your breath caught in your throat, only to realize it when Sam turned to you, holding the blunt up to his mouth. “You alright?” He asks, slightly concerned. He blows out more smoke and his brows furrow out of concern.

And damn, does he look good doing it.

“Hm?” You ask, confused.

“I dunno.” He shrugs. “You gasped.”

“I did?” You gulp down your embarrassment of the confrontation.

“Yep.” He nods, his lips pressing together. “Thought you swallowed a fly.” He jokes.

“Dunno.” You shrug.

“Just making sure you’re alright.” He smiles, rubbing your shoulder. You feel a heat building inside at the thought of his strong hands touching you. Even worse that they’re actually touching you now.

Your head falls back at the feeling of his hand on your shoulder.

“You like that?” He grins, moving his other hand onto your other shoulder. The shoulder rubs become a full on massage.

“Mhm.” You mumble, feeling his hands roam around your back.

The massage quickly became more sensual, it progressed until his hands were exploring your entire body. You were experiencing true bliss.

“I wanna kiss you right now, princess.” He whispers, his face inching closer towards yours.

“Then do it.” You replied.

He leaned in fully, his lips colliding with yours. You felt fireworks exploding inside your chest. As if the burning fire of desire inside of you wasn't enough already. You were on the way towards combusting any moment now. You absolutely needed him, and you needed him quickly.

“Your lips are so soft. Fuck, sweetheart.” He mumbled.

“Sam.” You plead. “I need you.”

“You have me.” He smirks, his veiny and strong hands slowly traveling lower and lower down your body.

His hands land on your lower waist. His finger begins to play with the hem of your bikini bottom.

You nod, giving him the go ahead. As his fingers travel down lower, your breath catches in your throat once more.

“Wait-”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“What if people see us?” You ask.

“There's nobody here, honey. We’re surrounded by trees in the forest. If we hear someone, we’ll stop. Just try not to be too loud, ‘Kay?” He reaffirms any concerns you have.

You nod, “Kay.”

“Good girl.” He says lowly before he continues moving your bikini bottom to the side. “Did I tell you how good you look in this?” He lifts his chin and looks into your eyes. “This blue really suits you.”

Without warning, he swipes a passionate finger down your soaked folds.

You’re able to make out a bleak ‘thank you’,completely taken over by his fingers.

“Of course, Princess. Such good manners.” He spits out, running his fingers up your entrance. His pointer finger and middle finger land on your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“Quiet now, baby.” He reminds you.

“Mhm.” You comply.

He continues to run his hands down your slit before entering inside of you.

“So wet.” He sighs. “And I know it’s not from all that swimming we just did.” He lets out a sinful chuckle as his fingers continue to explore your dripping pussy.

You shudder at the sensation, never wanting him to stop. You attempt to grab onto the rock for some leverage, but obviously, you ultimately fail.

“I know you love it. My hands.” He shakes his head, smirking. “I can tell you’ve been staring at them all day long. Don’t they feel so nice inside of you? You dirty girl.” He says, pumping his fingers inside. “Is this what you wanted? To be fingered by me?” He questions, unrestrained.

“Please.” You whimper, to which he ignores.

“Please, Sammy.” You repeat.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Keep going, please.” You plea.

“So needy.” He inhales a sharp breath. He’s just as turned on as you are right now, and you can tell by the rock hard outline of his cock pushed up against his swim trunks.

He plants a passionate but quick kiss to your lips, while you stay hungry for more. You’re eager for him, you’re desperate.

Meanwhile, he takes his thumb and begins to circle your clit with it. The sensitive bud is throbbing and aching, and you’re nearing release.

“Sam.” You plead through weak breath. “Fuck.” You shiver, your back arching at his touch.

“I know, I know.” He murmurs.

You open your mouth to let out a moan before you cover your mouth with your hand, remembering what Sam had told you.

“You remember what I said? Hm? So well behaved for me, baby.” His praises huskily, his fingers venturing deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Sammy.”

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Fuck.” You pant, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back in pleasure.

“You gonna cum soon? Hm? Be a good girl and cum for me.” He eggs you on, and he’s loving it.

“Yes!”

“Good. Only good girls cum for me.” He says picking up the pace. Release quickly catches up to you before you know it.

You continue to squeeze your eyes shut as a hazy wave of stars comes over you. Your vision goes blurry and your mind draws a blank as you come back down to reality. He moves his fingers away, sliding your bikini bottom back into place.

“Holy shit!” You chuckle, catching your breath.

“You’re amazing.” He laughs along with you, before leaning in and kissing your cheek. “I’m so glad I could please you.”

You blush. “Oh, you did exactly that.”

“I love you.” He smiles.

“I love you too.” You reciprocate.

“Shall we finish off our hike?” He goes to stand and reaches out his hand for you to take.

[sirjaketkiszka]

Silver Springs: Chapter Four

Early 20s!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

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I know I could have loved you but you would not let me…

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Josh invites you to an impromptu lake day. You and Jake come to a mutual agreement. Kinda.

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Word Count: 6,707

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, lying, cursing, angst, secrecy, dialogue-heavy, kissing, fingering, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, fast-paced, quickie, and extremely poor writing.

Disclaimer: apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

Silver Springs Masterpost

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The persistent buzzing of your phone vibrates your pillow as you blindly search for it, eyes still shut from your interrupted deep sleep. Sliding your hand beneath the plush fabric, you grab the noisy device, looking at the screen. Immediately, your eyes squeeze shut, the brightness violating and piercing in contrast to your dim room.

The time reads “6 a.m.” and the caller I.D. shows “Josh 🤍.” With a grumbled noise, you press the “answer” button, bringing the phone to your ear and letting out a deep sigh.

“Hello?”

“Mornin’, sleepy head!” Josh’s chipper voice rings through the speaker, penetrating your ear. You instinctively pull the phone away momentarily, bringing it back when he finishes his short greeting.

“Morning.” You mutter back, free hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sit up, legs swinging over the edge of your bed and hovering over the carpeted floor. When you open your eyes again, you can hardly make out a coherent shape in your room, the only lighting being provided by the rising sun, still making its journey over the surrounding hills.

“Did I wake you?” He asks with faux sincerity, knowing damn well what the answer is.

“What do you think?” Sarcasm is heavily present in your question, on account of your inability to be a morning person. It’s a trait you and Josh never quite shared, despite your long-term friendship, as well as his countless attempts to convert you. While you loved experiencing the way the warm morning sun blanketed over your chilled skin, and the way hues of blush pink and pastel orange transitioned into a powder blue sky, you just loved your bed more.

“Well, I’m sorry,” His insincere apology makes you huff out a laugh and slowly shake your head, your eyes closing as you listen to him talk, “But, we’re picking you up in an hour.”

“What?” Sliding off of the bed, your feet hit the soft carpet beneath you, nearly stumbling from the quickness of your movements, “Where are we going? Who’s we?”

“The lake!” The tone of his voice makes you believe you should’ve known these plans already, and yet, you have no idea what he’s talking about, “Me, you, my brothers, and Danny are all going!”

“Did we discuss this?” You ask, beginning to pace your room as memories of the night before come flooding in. The haziness of your groggy state washes off, and you sober up, the heat creeping up your neck causing you to pull at the neckline of your shirt absently. Trying to mask the slight tremble in your voice, you clear your throat, trying to listen to Josh over the sound of your own climbing pulse.

“Not technically, no,” He chuckles, aware that he’s caught you off guard, but not for the reason he thinks, “But we did say we’re spending the summer together, so I’ll see you in an hour!” His voice trails off into silence before you can respond, and you blankly stare at the “call ended” screen for a moment longer.

Tossing your phone on the bed, you continue to pace your room, hands finding their way into the roots of your hair and tugging. Fuck! Echoes of last night’s argument shout at you; the way venom flicked off his hateful tongue, and the way honey oozed from it just moments before.

Your eyes squeeze shut, shaking away every thought pertaining to Jake. What about Josh? You thought to yourself. Based on your short conversation with him, you figure he doesn’t know about what happened last night. Confliction and pure guilt settle like a brick in your stomach, sinking into you and weighing heavily on your conscience. You hadn’t planned the events of yesterday, and ironically enough, it was in the heat of the moment.

How were you supposed to spend the day with Josh and Jake, knowing what you did? You and Jake never did come to an agreement last night, so what if he stayed true to his word and was going to tell Josh? He would forgive Jake, but you? Probably not. Jake’s his twin. You’re a girl he met not even a decade ago.

“You’ll be partnered with Josh,” The English teacher’s monotone voice pointed you in the direction of a joyous boy. His long, frizzy hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and he sported a bright smile, flashing the gap between his front teeth.

His welcoming stare was already on you, waving a hand for you to come sit next to him. The tables were set up in pairs, and he was the only one without a tablemate, so you were his by default. You walked past tables of whispering teens, taking note of how they realized you were a new student. The murmured words brought a tint to your cheeks, embarrassed by the unwanted attention.

You were already nervous about high school, but now that you were in a completely different town, you were horrified. Though, when you took a seat next to this Josh guy, you were surprisingly calm. His excited demeanor soothed your anxiety, and you whispered a short greeting, introducing yourself by your first and last name.

“I’m Joshua Kiszka, but you can just call me Josh,” He whispered back, his wide smile reaching his eyes. He held out his hand for you, and you gently took it, the two of you shaking each other’s hand before aiming your attention on the now-talking teacher.

“Why are you back here all by yourself?” You asked, leaning over to him, but your eyes stayed glued on the whiteboard.

“Teacher said I talk too much,” He responded, his body language mimicking yours. “You’re new here?” He knew the answer to that question, it seemed like everyone knew the answer to that question. When your parents said you’d be moving to a smaller town, you didn’t quite anticipate how small.

“Is it obvious?” You chuckled, pulling out your notebook and multitasking as you listened to Josh and the teacher at the front of the class.

“Well…” He trailed off, also grabbing his notebook, “I wouldn’t say obvious, but– Yeah, it’s obvious.” He stifled a laugh at his poor attempt at lying.

“Great,” You grumbled, though you didn’t know why you expected anything different. In a town with a population of barely 5,000, you knew you’d stand out. You were a new face, and everyone was so familiar with each other. You hated feeling like an outsider. A feeling you were well acquainted with.

“What if you sat with me at lunch?” He must’ve noticed the discouraged look on your face, and his question made you perk up.

“Really? Is that okay?”

“Don’t be silly, of course it’s okay!” His voice rang a little too loud, and the teacher whipped her head around to look at us, fury flaming around her pin-pointed pupils.

“That’s enough, Josh,” Her words were harsh, but it didn’t seem to phase him one bit, “Don’t make me regret seating her with you.” You flinched at her sharp tone as she turned back around, resuming her previous writing on the board.

“Won’t happen again,” Josh’s voice was serious, deeper than the voice he had been using before. You looked over at him, expecting to see a sense of shame, but instead he fought a smile, his eyes drifting to you and making you smile in return.

The racing thoughts and dread-inducing memories cause your body temperature to rise at an uncomfortable rate; your palms sweating profusely and the surrounding air suddenly becoming thick and hard to breathe. Doing your best to level your heavy breathing, you’re on autopilot as you pick out an outfit; one that covers your bathing suit, and is easy to slip in and out of. You ultimately decide a flowy, loose-fitting dress will do.

Time seems to be ticking by quickly as you finish getting ready, wrapping up your morning routine, and packing the bag you always take to the lake. Your eyes continue looking over at the clock on your bedside table, watching the minutes waste away, and the unnerving feeling in your gut only growing heavier.

“It’s never going to happen again,” Jake’s voice from last night rings in your ears, followed by the deafening pounding of your heartbeat. You’re okay with the thought of last night’s events never happening again, in fact, they should’ve never happened in the first place. So why’d you do it?

“Shut up,” You whisper to yourself, ignoring your own thoughts as you trek down the steep stairs with your bag in hand. Tossing the bag into the living room, you go into the kitchen to grab a water bottle, but regret is quick to replace guilt.

The puddle of soda has completely dried, the can is lying in the sticky syrup, and a nauseated feeling bubbles in your throat. Swallowing thickly, you step further into the kitchen, kneeling beside the mess to pick up the can. You stand up, setting the can on the counter, and flickers of last night invade your mind.

The counter– where he caged you in, his fingers gripping the back of your neck as his other hand–

No.

His watchful eyes as he encouraged you to look at him, and the warm, delicious feeling that pooled in your gut–

Stop.

Your hands desperately grasping at his waist and forearm, digging crescent moons into the tan skin–

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound of banging on your front door rips you away from the intruding thoughts, your eyes lingering on the counter before hurrying to the front door. Swinging the aged oak door open, you’re met with Josh, who’s wearing his swim shorts and an open button-up shirt. Behind him is Jake’s car; Sam and Danny are sat in the back and the passenger seat is empty, most likely for Josh.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” He points out, his interrogating eyes taking in your disheveled appearance.

“Right, sorry,” Letting out a breathless chuckle, you point over your shoulder, “My phone’s in my bag– I was in the kitchen.” You explain, scurrying to grab it and rush out the door, prompting Josh to step aside as you lock it. He steps off the porch before you, instinctively grabbing your bag and carrying it for you.

Walking to the car, you take notice of how the cool morning air nips at the tip of your nose, signaling that fall is coming soon. The sunrise is over, and bright white cartoonish clouds litter the baby blue sky. Birds chirp from the surrounding trees and the smell of dewy grass carries in the gentle breeze.

When you approach the car, Josh throws your bag into the trunk, rounds the vehicle, and takes his seat beside his twin. Jake’s eyes are set forward, but you silently beg them to look at you, and you’re not sure why. Opening the back door, Sam steps out, making you take the middle seat in between him and Danny. Great.

“M’lady,” Sam acknowledges you with a terrible English accent, holding his hand out to let you slide into the car.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” You answer back in an equally terrible English accent, earning a quiet laugh from him. You whisper a greeting to Danny, who just smiles and makes himself as small as possible, allowing you enough room between the two taller boys.

“Everyone ready?” Josh asks, twisting in the passenger seat and looking between the three of you.

“Yep!” The three of you simultaneously answer, and Josh claps Jake’s bare shoulder.

“You heard ‘em,” His words prompt Jake to turn the car back on without him uttering a word, and you notice the way the rearview mirror is perfectly eye-level with him. His gaze flashes in the rectangular mirror, catching yours for a moment before focusing on the road again. Peeling off the curb, he drives in the direction of the nearest lake, where most Frankenmuth residents spend the majority of their summer.

The drive is short, only twenty minutes, and the scenery on the way is breathtaking. Small bavarian-style buildings fade into lanky trees that tower over the passing cars, taking residence along the edge of the two-lane road. While you’ve lived here for quite some time now, you would never quite get used to Frankenmuth’s beauty. The town’s character grew accustomed to you, and the resentment you once held for your parents slowly melted away. Josh was, and still is, a huge part of that.

It isn’t long before the lake is in view; the rising sun glistens over the soft ripples of water, reflecting off of any nearby surfaces and lighting up the surrounding area. Since it’s still relatively early, there is no one else in sight and we’re the only ones in the lake’s parking lot. As soon as Jake puts the car in park, we file out of the vehicle and quickly grab our bags from the trunk.

Danny and Sam rush to the sandy shore, claiming a spot near the dock, where they plan to jump off any second now. Holding your bag again, you and Josh take your time walking to the lake, the grass transitioning to rough sand underneath your sandals. Jake lingers behind you two, his eyes fixed on the ground he walks on.

You fight the urge to look at him; the way his shirt is bunched at his shoulders, creating a mock-tank top. He and Josh are wearing similar swim trunks with vertical stripes, but different color schemes. Josh wears shorts with black and white stripes while Jake is sporting a multi-color pair, though you would think they’d wear the opposite considering their opposing aesthetics and overall personalities.

Josh sets both his and your bag beside Sam and Danny’s, walking over to the nearest shared beach chairs and dragging them to your setup. For a moment, you and Jake are left alone, and every nerve in your body screams at you to say something– anything– to him. There is nothing to say, though. You both agreed that last night was a mistake. An accident. It was never going to happen again. Jesus, did you have to repeat it so many times like it was hard to remember? Or is that not what you want? Shut up.

“You okay?” Josh’s concerned voice pulls you from your unwanted thoughts once again, and his brows scrunch in worry.

“Um, yeah, sorry,” You rush out, frowning to yourself and catching a glimpse of Jake, who glances over at you while setting up another beach chair nearby. As always, he’s unreadable, his brows in a permanent furrow, as if he’s deep in thought, but never any that you can decipher.

“Last one in is a rotten egg?” Josh asks, his voice cheerful as he tangles himself out of his shirt. Before you can respond, he’s booking it for the lengthy dock, his legs carrying him at an alarming speed.

“Wait! That’s not fair!” You yell back, your hands desperately pulling at the fabric of your dress. When you’ve stripped down to your bathing suit, you sprint to catch up to Josh and run past Jake, whose head slowly turns in the direction of where you run. Not bothering to spare him a glance, you watch as Josh makes it to the edge of the dock, and looks back at you, laughing when he sees how much distance there is between the two of you. “You cheated!”

“I certainly did n– Agh!” His voice is cut off by the sheer force of you tackling him into the lake, your arms wrapping around his waist as you both fall off the wooden structure. The cold water closes around you, seeping into the thick material of your bathing suit, and dousing your hair in freshwater.

The two of you rise from the water, gasping for air as you laugh at his drenched state and inevitable payback. His curly hair is weighed down, covering his features, making him violently shake his head to rid himself of the soaked strands.

“That’s what you get,” You breathe out, letting yourself float on the surface, soaking in the morning sun.

“Yeah?” His taunting voice causes you to lift your head from the water, and his devious smirk makes you swim away altogether. You leave behind splashes of cold waves in your wake as you aim for the shore, Josh not far behind you. Unsure of what his angle is, you don’t plan to find out. That is, until his hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you toward him and he immediately begins splashing you.

Wave after wave, your face is flooded with each splash, and you have no choice but to reciprocate. Although, he seems unphased as you push back weak droplets of water, and you’re sure it’s a losing battle.

“Incoming!” Sam yells from the deck, halting your movements as a giant wave engulfs Josh and pushes you away from him. When Sam bobs up from the water, he immediately wraps himself around Josh, “I’ll save you!”

Laughter bubbles from your chest as you watch the youngest and oldest Kiszka siblings wrestle in the water. Sam’s lengthy limbs hug Josh’s torso as Josh struggles to rip him off, and when he does, playful rage is fierce in his glare.

“Hey, what’s going on–” Danny appears out of nowhere, joining the pure mayhem.

“Swim away!” Sam yells to his best friend, as he darts past him and Josh chases after him. The three of them ensue in a three-person brawl involving splashing, dramatic screaming, and the sound of a hand aggressively slapping wet skin. Ouch. “OW!” Sam’s shrill voice rings through the quiet atmosphere, and you can’t help but cackle.

Your breathless laugh fades into a content sigh, and you turn to the shore, where Jake observes. His legs carry him closer to the edge of the water, where tiny waves flick and lick at the smooth pebbles beneath his feet. His swim trunks snugly hug the mid of his thigh and rest low on his hips as he roughly grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Diverting your eyes, you still behold his impressive physique.

The faint outline of his v-line disappears just underneath the waistband of his shorts, and your eyes unintentionally rake over his visible bulge, causing your face to heat at the observation. Like his v-line, his abs are soft, flexing reflexively as his feet touch the cold water. If it were possible, you could feel your pupils double in size, and your mouth goes dry at the mere sight of him. Sensing your gawking, he locks eyes with you, a smug smirk pulling at his defined lips.

Cheeks flush with a crimson tint, you turn around, facing away from him as he descends into the water. He walks past you, a little too close for comfort, and you catch a whiff of his masculine scent; musky, woodsy, and just Jake. With a perfect view of his back, you allow yourself a moment to shamelessly admire it; droplets of water gather along his shoulder blades, soaking the ends of his long hair, and accentuating the smooth, tan skin. The tips of his hair dance and float beautifully along the surface of clear water, becoming consumed by the lake when he dunks himself further, joining his brothers.

When he stands back up, the water rushes off the curves of his shoulders in a waterfall effect, pouring down the middle of his back and flowing over his ass. Huh, nice ass.

“Let’s play Chicken Fight!” Josh yells excitedly, bouncing fluidly in the water.

“Who’s first?” Jake finally speaks, his mood slightly lifted when interacting with his brothers, and completely ignoring you.

“I’ll be the referee,” Danny calls out, raising his hand.

“Fine,” Josh pauses, considering the partners, “You and me,” He points to you, “Versus Sam and Jake.” Pointing to the two brothers, they shrug.

“Who’s on top?” You question.

“You and Jake on top first,” Josh answers without hesitation, and you groan, knowing this is his way of getting the two of you to interact. “The loser carries the winner on the next round.” So, that means you’re either going to carry Jake or he was going to carry you. You can’t decide which is worse.

“Are those the actual rules?” You ask, attitude lacing your tone.

“No idea!” He responds, blowing off your question and clapping his hands, “Okay, let’s play!”

As you’re propped on Josh’s shoulder, Jake begrudgingly balances on Sam’s shoulders, his face mirroring his own embarrassment and frustration. Sam and Josh slowly walk toward each other, waiting for Danny to initiate the game.

“This is so stupid,” You whisper to yourself.

“Agreed.” Jake’s murmur catches you off guard.

“Go!” Danny’s voice yells out, prompting Josh and Sam to step face-to-face. Without thinking, your hands immediately grip Jake’s as the both of you push against each other, attempting to throw the other off balance. Josh’s hands grip your shins, keeping you in place on his shoulders, and Sam struggles to keep hold of Jake.

You’re surprised when Jake doesn’t put up much of a fight, his rough hands weakly closing around yours and hardly resisting. The fight is short, only lasting seconds before you forcefully push Jake back, making him and Sam lose balance. The two siblings sink into the water as you and Josh rejoice, his hands coming up to high-five you.

“Next round!” Josh yells, throwing you off his shoulders without warning. You let out a surprised yelp when you hit the water, and nearly let out another one when Jake is beside you as you rise to the surface.

“Get on my shoulders,” His demanding voice surprises you, and your breath hitches. Rolling his eyes and biting back a smirk, he crouches into the water and spreads your legs, his head taking its place between them and lifting you, the buoyancy allowing him to lift you without much effort.

“Oh my,” You breathe out, your hands resting on his as they grip your knees, keeping you from falling off. Your thighs wrap around his head, his ears pressing into the pillowy flesh, and your cunt rests against the back of his neck. Maybe you are glad you won.

You’re face to face with Josh now, who’s propped on Sam’s slim shoulders, and has a determined look on his face.

“Be prepared to carry me,” He threatens, flashing a cocky smirk.

“You’re on.”

“Go!” Danny repeats, and the fighting ensues. Josh puts up a good fight, his strength making an appearance when the situation calls for it. That doesn’t intimidate you, though, as you pull out as much strength as him. Sam and Jake visibly struggle to hold the two of you on their shoulders as the friendly battle turns competitive.

You and Josh are terrible when it comes to competing. He needs to win. You need to win.

You are close to winning before you feel Jake’s hands trail up your knees, ghosting over the tops of your thighs, and gripping your inner thighs, his fingers resting just centimeters from your now-aching cunt. The feeling shocks you, a small gasp pulling into your parted lips as your core heats and your mind wanders elsewhere.

“Come on my fingers,” Jake’s husky voice echoes in your mind, and your movements falter, giving Josh the upper hand.

A single squeak exits you before you hit the water, taking Jake down with you. Below the surface, you hear the muffled cheers of Josh and Sam and feel Jake’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you up with him. For a moment, they linger, and the two of you hold gazes, quiet breaths pushing past partially open lips.

“Next round?” Josh asks, making Jake rip his hands away from you.

“Um, I’m going to sit this one out,” You say, flustered, earning a frown from Josh.

“Why?” His voice is slightly whiny, and it makes you chuckle.

“Gonna tan,” You explain, swimming away from the group and walking up the shore. When you plop down onto the beach chair, you watch the four boys initiate another game of chicken. The feeling of Jake’s hands on your inner thighs remains, and you instinctively rub them together to rid the feeling. Damnit.

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“Did you have fun?” Josh asks, loading your bags into the trunk.

“Of course, I did,” You respond truthfully, but your limbs carry a dull ache with them from the hours of swimming. The sun is past its peak by now, and a soft orange tint blankets itself across the horizon, motioning the nearing sunset. The afternoon heat melts into a gentle, warm breeze that covers your arms in goosebumps and causes a chill to run up your bare spine.

“You take shotgun,” Josh offers, already heading for the backseat.

“What? Why?” You follow him, talking to him through the open door.

“I was shotgun on the way here,” He shrugs.

“Josh, if this is another one of your attempts to–” You try to chew him out through a hushed whisper, being mindful of the approaching company.

“It’s not!” He throws his hands up in a defensive stance, folding himself into the backseat and settling in the middle seat. Huffing out a groan, you sit in the front, feeling the car sway as Danny and Sam sandwich Josh. You guess you could’ve just taken the seat beside Josh, but you felt obligated to take him up on his offer. Did you, or did you do so willingly?

Your extremely irritating inner monologue is interrupted by Jake’s presence as his half-naked body slides into the driver’s seat and stiffens when he notices you. Flashing a nervous smile, you reach over to buckle yourself in, your hands awkwardly fidgeting in your lap as he reaches for his seatbelt. Without a word, he starts the car and reverses out of the parking lot, his hand finding its place on the headrest behind you. Your eyes wander down his bare side, and the way his wet, tangled hair swoops over his shoulders. His bicep flexes when he pulls away from the headrest and puts the gear in “drive,” and you have to physically turn your head away to quit your ogling.

The drive is silent, each passenger wiped out from the long day, and you can hear soft snoring from the backseat. While the drive is short, they’re heavily knocked out the entire time. Within the journey, you and Jake share mutual glances; his eyes darting from the road to your bare thighs, and yours greedily soaking in his side profile, his rising and falling chest, and clenching stomach.

What am I doing? You ask yourself, your eyes peeling away from him and focusing on the approaching neighborhood. Reminders of last night’s argument play like a broken record, clouding every other thought, and yet, when you’re around Jake, they’re forgotten. You know you shouldn’t do anything with him. You even voiced it.

But when you arrive at the Kiszka house, their parents nowhere in sight, you announce that you need to freshen up, secretly hoping Jake will follow you up those damned stairs, and come knocking on the bathroom door.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, your hair is frizzy, your eyes are bloodshot from the blistering sun, and a soft red hue covers your skin.

Knock. Knock.

The quiet knocks still startle you, making you jump slightly when you hear them. Patting your hands over the lumps and bumps in your hair, your hand hesitantly hovers over the doorknob, and slowly grips it. Turning it, you open the door to reveal an eager Jake, who looks at both ends of the hall before stepping in and pulling you in by the waist.

The door quietly shuts behind the two of you, and he reaches over to lock it, his hand resting on your waist again. His fingers sink into the soft flesh as he leans in, capturing your lips in a haste kiss. Eyes fluttering close, your lips move fluidly against his, and a low moan lingers in your throat as your hands travel up his bare chest and rest on his shoulders.

When he steps forward, pushing you against the cold granite counter, you pull apart with eyes wide and parted lips.

“Are you going to tell me we shouldn’t do this?” He asks, his chest heaving and his voice on the verge of desperation.

“No,” You rush out, shaking your head fervently and strengthening your grip on his shoulders, afraid he’ll disappear.

“Good,” He whispers, leaning back in and groaning when his tongue swipes along yours, intoxicating you with his taste; minty, smokey, and addictive. He wastes no time lifting you onto the bathroom counter, the chilly surface piercing your bare skin, and legs opening to let him stand between them.

Breaking the kiss, he leaves open-mouth kisses along your jawline, traveling down to your neck, and sucking lightly, but not enough to leave any marks. Small pants exit your kiss-plump lips, blowing directly into his ear, and earning a nip on the side of your neck. Your thighs squeeze around him, and you feel his grinning teeth graze your sensitive skin.

“We have to be quick,” His words are muffled against your neck, and you nod, eyes opening and watching as his hands slide from your waist to your spread thighs. Grazing thumbs lift the flimsy fabric of your dress, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he lays eyes on your bathing suit-covered cunt, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“Please,” Your voice is hushed, aware of the company downstairs.

His bottom lip catches between his teeth as his thumbs hook into the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down, and making you shift to allow him to take them off completely. His breathing halts when he discards the damp material, his pupils melting into the irises when he sees your naked cunt.

“Fuck,” He grits, grazing a hand over the plush skin of your thigh, and stopping when he’s met with the warmth of your aching core. Your hips absently buck onto his hand and his eyes dart to yours, pure lust glazing over them. Gently, the tips of his fingers run along your soaking slit, and your legs spread wider in response.

Like the night before, his fingers circle your swollen clit, and you bite back a whimper, your hips writhing against the solid counter. The pads of his fingers against the bundle of nerves cause warmth to spread in your gut, sending waves of pleasure to your cunt and coating itself on the circling digits.

Moving quickly, his middle and ring finger push into your weeping entrance, your walls stretching over them, and earning a sharp gasp from you.

“J–” Your surprised exclamation is muffled by the clasping of Jake’s hand over your mouth, his wild eyes silently begging you to be quiet. His fingers work against your G-spot effortlessly and vigorously as your thighs tremble around his hips. It’s not long before you’re on the brink of orgasm, your heavy breathing causing your chest to heave and nostrils to flare.

The walls of your cunt pulse around his fingers, signaling your near release. You’re almost there, the blistering heat in your gut rushing to your core, before he pulls his fingers out swiftly. Your hips buck at the loss of contact, and a muffled cry vibrates against his palm.

“Want to taste you come on my tongue,” He says lowly, his hand still keeping you quiet, “Can you be quiet?” He asks, looking at his hand then at you, and you slowly nod, unsure if you actually can be.

Your eyes follow him as he kneels in front of you, his head level with your soaked cunt. Holding your breath, you watch as he places both hands on your thighs, pushing them further apart and leaning in. The fabric of your dress drapes over his head, blocking your view. Before you can lift the material away, his tongue swipes along your slit, and your held breath shakily blows out.

His pointed tongue toys with your entrance, lapping up the juices that leak from your cunt. He hums at the taste, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit. Struggling to remain quiet, you bunch your dress up, exposing his position between your legs and you bite down on the fabric, holding it in place and muffling your moans in return. Looking up at you, his eyes lock with yours, your brows scrunching in pleasure as his tongue flicks on your clit. When he sucks harshly, your head throws back against the bathroom mirror, and your frustrated groan is swallowed by the bunched fabric.

Squeezing your thighs, he pulls your attention back on him, your hooded eyes falling on him as he nuzzles his sucking lips onto your cunt, pulling a whine from you. He continues the attention on your clit, and that familiar feeling returns, causing your hips to grind against his mouth. Chasing release, your hands drop into his scalp, gathering his damp hair and tugging him closer.

“Please, Jake,” His name on your muffled tongue encourages him, prompting him to suck in a pulsing pattern, his tongue alternating between flicking and sucking. Your stomach clenches, and your walls squeeze around nothing. Reaching your climax, your teeth bite down harder on the material, creating a dull ache in your jaw. Your hips sputter against him as your walls spasm and a rush of release spreads on his open tongue, soaking up every drop, and pushing into your sensitive cunt for good measure.

When he pulls away, a stretch of release and his spit connects him to you, and his shiny plump lips sport a deep shade of crimson. Your walls contract at the sight of him; your release dripping down his chin, the tip of his nose scarlet from the friction, and his hair still bunched in your clenched fists. The desire within you doesn’t fade away, regret is nowhere to be found, and you discover you need more.

As he stands up, your hands release him, but they quickly pull him in by the elastic waistband of his swim trunks. Releasing your dress from between your teeth, your lips crash onto his and you moan when you taste yourself. A noise of surprise catches in his throat as his hands come up and grip your waist once again, pulling you into him.

Nudging yourself to the edge, you push him back, and land on your feet, your dress falling back into place. Pulling away, you tug at his waistband, wanting them to come off.

“You don’t have to–” He assures you.

“I want to,” You urge, and he grins, letting you spin the two of you around and push him against the counter. Small grunts push past his plump lips as you trail open-mouth kisses along his bare chest, to his stomach, and peppering kisses along the hem of his shorts. Lowering yourself to your knees, your fingers tug at the elastic, pulling it down just enough to free his impressive erection.

Eager eyes watch as you lick your lips, your eyes widening at his bare cock as precum leaks from the tip. You hadn’t ever imagined yourself in this scenario before, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Holding eye contact with him, one of your free hands comes up and grips the base as you flatten and run your tongue along his sensitive tip. His stomach clenches in response, a choked groan dangling in the back of his throat. Circling the tip, the faint salty taste of precum invades your tastebuds, and you hum as you enclose his tip with your lips. His hips jerk and a hand flies into your hair, his palm resting against the back of your head.

Speeding up the process, unaware of how much time you’ve already wasted, you push his member into your parted lips, your jaw falling slack as his tip grazes the back of your tongue. Restraint is present in his stature as he keeps himself from pushing his hips forward, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter. Your eyes water as you push deeper, and the fingers tangled in your hair encourage you to pull off.

His hand absentmindedly guides you up and down his member, and your cheeks hollow as you suck, pulling more rushes of precum onto your eager tongue. With every poke of his tip in the back of your throat, tears sting your furrowed eyes, and you hum to distract yourself from the nagging feeling.

Though, Jake thoroughly enjoys this as his hips sputter, and a whispered, “Fuck,” fills the otherwise silent bathroom.

“I’m gonna come,” He chokes out between held breaths, and his grip on your hair tightens as his words encourage you to go faster, sucking harshly and bobbing up and down his erection quickly. “Keep doing– Fuck– Shit!” He gasps out, slapping his hand over his mouth as spurts of hot cum coat your tongue. His stomach twitches, and his legs slightly tremble in front of you as quiet groans are muffled by his hand.

Milking his orgasm, you slowly move your head, sucking every last drop as his hand releases your hair and grips the counter, like his previous hand. The salty taste lingers on your tongue when you swallow, your gazes on each other as his hand lowers from his mouth and caresses your cheek.

Slowly rising from your position, he looks at you in awe, and his heavy breathing levels, his hand still on your cheek.

“You should go,” You break the silence, and his face falters, anger painting itself on his features.

“Are you–”

“No!” You rush out, “Not like that– We’ve been in here a while.” His shoulders visibly relax, and a smile tugs at his lips.

“You’re not going to say it shouldn’t happen again?” He teases.

“Well, I mean…” You trail off, thinking of what could happen if you continue whatever the hell this thing is, “Do we tell Josh?”

“Why? We’re just having fun.” He shrugs, bending down to pull up his shorts, “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him, right?”

“Right,” You repeat, slowly nodding, and trying to ignore the nagging feeling of faint disappointment at his answer. You’re sure the disappointment derives from the excruciating fact that you’re keeping a secret from Josh. Not just any secret either. One that could destroy the foundation of your very friendship.

“I’m going to hide out in my room,” Jake’s words pull you from your silent spiral.

Without another word, you nod, watching him exit the bathroom and rush to his room down the hall. Rummaging through your bag, you pull out the change of clothes you packed earlier and quickly put them on, not wanting to waste any more time. Your fingers roughly work through the kinks and knots in your hair as you take one last look in the mirror. Good enough.

As you rush down the stairs, Josh is sprawled out on the couch in his bathing suit, his eyes closed and mouth parted. Relief washes over you realizing he’s been asleep this whole time, and as far as you know, Sam and Danny are elsewhere; either in the garage or in the kitchen.

“Josh,” You whisper, gently judging his shoulder, “Wake up.”

“Huh?” He jolts awake, his tired eyes slightly puffy and lips smacking from his dry mouth, “How long was I out?”

“Not long,” You respond, but you’re not entirely sure yourself.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” He asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Of course,” Plopping down beside him, you stretch your legs over his lap and lay back.

“Jake still upstairs?”

“Maybe– I didn’t even know he was up there,” You lie, and you’re a little surprised when it sounds genuine.

“Well, I’m glad you two got along pretty well today,” He points out as his hands rest on your shins, and that familiar guilt-ridden brick settles back into your gut. Without the presence of Jake, the weight of the situation dawns on you, and regret seeps into your pores.

“Yeah…”

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Just You and Me

Just You and Me

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Sam discovers the secret to making his infant daughter happy.

Warnings: Girl Dad Sam

Word Count: 2.7k

At around 4 AM you were woken up to the sounds of screaming and crying. It was a combination of the sound of distant cries coming from down the hall and the static sounds of it coming from the baby monitor next to you. 

Before you even opened your eyes, you felt the bed move and heard the sound of your bedroom door opening, followed by the sound of four paws hitting the floor and trotting out the room before the door shut again softly.

The crying continued through the speaker on the monitor but was soon mixed with the sound of Sam’s soft voice. You picked up the monitor and squinted as you looked at the bright light of the screen, giving you a look into your daughter’s nursery. The time on the monitor showed 4:27 AM. 

“Well good morning to you too,” Sam said sweetly to her in a tired voice as he scooped her up from her crib and into his arms. 

He bounced her around for a few minutes, thinking she just needed a little love and some cuddles to go back to sleep. Her crying continued for a bit but faded into whines as Sam comforted her.

“Shhh, come on, sh sh sh. Daddy’s gotcha,” he said softly.

He kissed the top of her head and continued bouncing her around gently in his arms. 

It was becoming clear to Sam that she needed more than just a little rocking back to sleep. 

This wasn’t something Sam was used to. He had only gotten her at night a few times before. And in his defense- he didn’t ever need to. She was a good at sleeping through the night in her own room. For the past few weeks, she had been waking up, however with a little love from either of you, she would fall back asleep quickly. But not this time.

He held her in his left arm, unzipped her sleep sack with his right hand, and gave her diaper a pat.

“Woah, that's a lot of piss,” he laughed. “Let’s get you all fresh. Maybe that’ll make you feel better, hmm? What do you think?” he continued as he walked over to her changing table.

You loved the way he talked to her. He talked to her as if she could understand everything and answer back. 

He laid her down to change her and as he put her down and out of his arms- instantly her crying started up again. He gave her a tube of diaper cream in an attempt to distract her and keep her occupied but she threw it to the ground. Rosie walked over to it and sniffed it out for a few moments before returning to her spot at Sam’s feet.

“I know, I know. I’ll pick you up again in a second,” he said as he held her still with his hand over her stomach as he reached for wipes and a fresh diaper. 

She cried through the entire diaper change and continued crying even when Sam was done changing her and held her again. He gave up on cradling her, figuring she wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon, so he let her sit up.

“We gotta get out of here or you’re gonna wake Mom up,” he groaned as he shifted her from one side of his body to the other and walked out of her bedroom with her. Little did he know, you were already very much awake.

He brought her downstairs into the living area and a second camera picked up his movements and showed the two of them on the screen. 

He took her into the kitchen and opened the freezer. He looked around, pulled out a teething ring, and handed it to her, hoping she’d bite down on it. 

She took it from him, looked at it for a second, let it fall to the ground as she smushed her face into his shoulder and rubbed her tired face on his shirt.

“Okay, we have to learn the phrase ‘No thank you, Dad,’” he said to himself in annoyance as he looked at the frozen toy on the floor and kicked it out of his path. 

Rosie followed the toy as Sam kicked it away and pushed it around on the floor a bit. 

He opened the fridge for another attempt at something that may please her. 

“You wanna eat, Baby? Hm? Are ya hungry?” 

Sam took out all the fixings for a bottle and got to work.

It took him twice as long as normal because he knew if he put her down, the crying would only get worse again. Plus, the baby had a grip on his hair which prevented him from moving his head all the way. He balanced the baby in his left arm while his right hand did everything else. 

Rosie stood at his feet and followed his every move, causing him to trip over her and have to gently nudge her away with his foot so he could get what he needed and move around the kitchen.

“Ugh, Rose, come on,” he groaned as he struggled to twist the cap of the bottle on while Rosie circled around him.

To say he was struggling would be an understatement.

It took everything in you to just watch and not get up and help him. If it was you, you’d scoop her up and feed her without having to make a bottle. Then she’d fall asleep while eating and you'd just place her back into her crib until morning.

But Sam figured you were asleep and he wouldn’t want to wake you up. Besides, you knew he felt bad about himself when you would swoop in with your “mom touch” and make everything okay instantly where it would take him a couple tries at anything before it worked.

It made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. Like he was a bad parent. Like this whole “dad” thing wasn’t for him and he wasn’t cut out for the next 18 years. Like everyone who told him that he wasn’t ready for this at his age was right. And like he was letting down the one little person who matters the most in this world to him, and he didn’t know what to do to fix it.

He wanted to be the one to bring her comfort and happiness for once. And even though it killed you to see her so upset and see him struggle and get frustrated, you figured whether he knew it or not, Sam may have needed to do this on his own more than he needed you to help him right now.

He sat down on the couch with your daughter and laid her in his arms. He held the bottle to her mouth. Instantly, she turned her head away, put her arms in front of her face, and wouldn’t take it. She fought him a few times, turning her head and closing her mouth so that he couldn't even get the bottle near her mouth. She continued crying but it was like a gargle. He didn’t want to force her but after a fresh diaper and a cold toy didn’t soothe her, this was his next best idea.

“I know I’m not Mom, I know. But come on, try for me please. I wish I was sucking on Mom’s tits too, trust me,” he joked, trying to make some fun during a stressful situation. 

She opened her mouth again to cry and Sam shoved the bottle in. Her head shook from the left to the right in an attempt to get it away but once she realized there was milk coming out of it, she took to it.

Now holding a quiet baby, Sam sat back with her in his arms and rested his head on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence. You could see him starting to doze off. 

Any relaxation he felt was over the second she finished the bottle. The empty bottle fell out of her mouth and onto the floor and Sam snapped back awake when her cries started up again.

“Shit,” he said to himself, both surprised and a little mad at himself that he fell asleep with his own child in his arms. 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his free hand before moving her over his shoulder to burp her. 

“Come on, be a good girl for me,” he said as he patted and rubbed her back gently.

You couldn’t hear it but she must have burped because Sam pulled her off his shoulder, looked at her, and said, “That was a big one!”

After a while, he wasn’t getting any more out of her and she started to rub her eyes with her hands and rub her face on his shoulder again.

“Are you finally tired, Little One? Yeah? You want to lay down in your swing?” he asked as he walked her over to the swing which was placed right next to an armchair. 

And of course, the second he let her go and put her in the swing to buckle her in, she started crying again. 

He clicked a few buttons on the top of the swing and instantly, it started moving back and forth and playing baby lullaby music. It was piano music that typically sounded nice. But the batteries were fading so the music came out sounding warped.

Sam sat on the floor next to the swing for a few minutes until he had had enough. 

Her cries on top of the terrible sounds of the music finally got to Sam. He slammed his hand on the speaker and hit the button to turn the music off. He had been at this for over an hour with no progress and no end in sight.

A golden hue began lighting up the house from the sunrise outside.

He leaned his back against the chair.

“I changed you, I gave you toys, I fed you, I burped you. I did everything,” he sighed, “What do you want?” he pleaded as he sat next to the swing with her crying and squirming as she glided back and forth in it. 

He put his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Now he looked like he was going to cry.

He ran his hands down his face and pulled down on his cheeks so his eyes were now forced open. He kept his hands like that for a second, pulling the skin on his face down. 

The sunlight coming through the living room windows lit up the corner of the room where Sam had a single guitar propped up against the wall. 

It was as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

He got up off the floor, grabbed the guitar, and sat down in the chair next to the swing, resting the guitar in his lap. He pulled his hair up into a bun before picking up the guitar to play it.

“You know,” he began, “Grandma said that when I was a baby, I always fell asleep with your Great Grandpa Frank’s music. So maybe that’ll work for you. Let’s try, hmm?”

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly before he began.

He started softly plucking at the strings, allowing the house to fill with a beautiful, light song. 

You recognized it right away.

Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles.

Sam played it soft and slowed it down. He started humming the melody as he played.

Little by little, as Sam played, the crying faded once again. But unlike every other time, it faded and didn’t come back. It faded into whines, which faded into sighs, which faded into deep breaths. For the first time since your daughter woke up, everything was at peace.

Sam kept playing, getting a little lost in the music, until he realized what happened. 

He stopped and looked down at the baby sleeping peacefully in the swing next to him. 

He smiled at her and then smiled to himself, looking down at the guitar. You could tell he was proud of himself but even more proud of where his idea came from. 

He placed the guitar on the floor and pressed a button on the swing to slow it down.

“Goodnight, My Angel,” he whispered.

He sat back down on the couch across from her and pulled his feet onto the cushion. He leaned his head on the pillows and pulled a blanket down from the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Rosie jumped up on the couch and rested her head on Sam’s legs. 

At that point, the time on the monitor read 6:15 AM.

You got out of bed and went downstairs to see Sam, Rosie, and your daughter all sound asleep.

Slowly and quietly, you pulled your daughter out of the swing, took her upstairs, and placed her in her crib to sleep safely without waking her up. When you set her down in her crib, as she laid down comfortably for the first time since she woke up, you watched the tiniest smile creep onto her face. It was Sam’s. She had Sam’s smile. 

You waited a few minutes in the room to make sure she was still asleep and then, you went back downstairs to see a snoring Sam curled up on the couch. 

You picked up the guitar, placed it back in the corner of the room, and sat on the couch next to Sam. You brushed your hand over his head and brushed the little hairs at his hairline back with the rest of his hair. 

He took a deep breath in and blinked a few times. He let out a breathy groan as he woke back up again. 

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a second and then sat up to look over at the swing. He gasped and his eyes opened fully when he saw that it was empty but relaxed when you brushed the top of your hand over his cheek and whispered to him.

“Relax,” you said, “She’s still sleeping. I put her upstairs.”

Sam looked at you with half open eyes. They were tired and just a bit swollen. He looked like he was still dreaming. 

“You wanna come back to bed, Daddy?” you asked softly.

He nodded and rubbed his face. 

“Come on,” you whispered.

You got up from the couch and Sam followed behind you. Rosie jumped off the couch and headed for her dog bed by the chair as the two of you lazily walked back upstairs and into bed.

Upon entering your bedroom, Sam threw himself down in bed and cuddled himself up next to you. He pulled you in close and rested his chin right next to your shoulder.

You could feel the warmth of his exhales from his nose and his scratchy beard on your skin.

You reached behind yourself, grabbed the back of his legs, and pushed them in closer to you so his body was completely pressed up against yours.

His hand reached for yours and he placed it in front of your stomach, rubbing little circles on the top of it with his thumb. The movements of his thumb slowed down as he fell into sleep again.

“You’re a good dad, Sam,” you whispered.

“Mm, you think so?” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“I know so,” you assured him. 

He was quiet for a second before he spoke again.

“You were watching on the monitor, weren’t you?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

Sam didn’t reply but you felt his mouth form a smile on your shoulder before he gave it a gentle kiss. 

“Love you,” he whispered lazily.

You turned your head over at him to give him a kiss on the lips but when you did, he was already fast asleep. 

His eyes were closed, he was breathing deeply, and his mouth was slightly open. 

You kissed him anyway- just the tiniest, most gentle kiss. 

When you pulled back, you watched the outer corners of his lips tug to form a small smile. It was that same little smile you saw on your daughter when you put her back to sleep. Except, now you were looking at who it came from, her dad, who you both loved more than anyone in the world. 

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Matt Harke- London’s Song

Author’s Note: With all due respect, Samuel, babe, let me make you a daddy.

Also, the cover art I made from this is based off of edited pictures of Sam I saw on twitter a while ago. They edited the colors and the grain on the original Sam pics. I simply added the baby and the text. If you know who edited the pics of Sam, let me know so I can credit them! 

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End of Summer Blurb ; Sam & Willa ✧˚

Days like today are ones I cherish the most. Birdie has a show on the tv that I can’t quite recall the entire plot of. I nod my head along occasionally or laugh when she laughs. Her laugh. She throws her head back like a little kid every time she laughs hard. Clutching her stomach, as her fit goes on her laugh starts to go silent. Mouth wide open no sound coming out until she’s gasping in deep breaths and blinking rapidly to clear the happy tears from her eyes. Nearly sending me into my own at the sight of her. She calms herself down with a few deep breaths, her little “ahhs” as she relaxes out of it. That is until I give her a cheeky side eye and she’s right back at it again. 

At the rate she’s going, her dinner is going to get cold. Once the summer starts to wind down it takes the warmer weather with it prompting Birdie to request ramen to ‘warm me bones’ as she put it. You can’t take her word for it though because she’s always cold, but I obliged conveniently side stepping the joke I could make about her borrowing  Jake’s pirate accent. She might spend too much time at the bar when I’m away. But far be it from me to keep her from happiness in the form of asian cuisine. I could never rob her of such joy. 

“If you keep cracking up your noodles will get cold.” I point my chopsticks at her bowl. 

She resets her position and picks up her fork, never having been able to get the hang of using chopsticks no matter how many times I try to show her. 

“I could make it 5 second without laughing if you would stop looking at me like that.” she jests. 

“You callin me funny lookin?” quirking my eyebrow up at her and giving her another side glance. 

She gasps, resting a palm against her chest. “I would never, Samuel. You’re the most handsome man to ever handsome. No one in their right mind would ever call you funny looking.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, alright. Flattery won’t get you very far, little bird.” a smile starting to spread across my lips. “Eat your food, then we cuddle.”

Her eyes get wide and she picks up her bowl, the use of the magic word ‘cuddle’ leading her to comedically attempt to shovel the rest of her noodles in her mouth.

“That excited to cuddle and finish the show huh? Miss me that much?” I joke. 

“Sammy” she mumbles around a full bite. “I haven’t seen you in a week and a half.” She swallows. “I didn’t even wanna leave bed this morning, I just wanted to stay in bed and cuddle you forever.” 

Her words are a small punch to the gut. Our jobs make it hard for us to see each other consistently. One of us is usually gone on a trip, the other stays home and watches Penny so she’s not alone. We facetime as much as we can to try and keep the connection, both of us agreeing the second you start to get lazy and stop putting effort in the farther apart you grow. The thought of us losing our connection, of losing her, is enough for me to take extra measures to ensure that never happens. 

“Okay I’m done.” She says, saving me from internally spiraling down a path of delusional relationship destruction. “Cuddle time, Kiszka. Let’s go.” The smile on her face and the softness of her eyes helps bring me back to reality. Back to her. 

We pick up the remainder of our dinner and stash away the trays. I sit back down on the couch until I see her wandering around in circles looking confused. 

“.. you okay?” I question, my brows knitting together. 

“Can’t find the good blanket.”  A frown starting to play across her lips.

“OH!” my voice reaching an octave louder. I jump off the couch and hustle off to the back room. I turn off the dryer and grab the blanket from inside. No doubt the closing of the door caused her ears to perk up from the other room. 

When I round the corner back to the living room I say, “Little miss always cold needs a roasty toasty blanket to keep her warm. Comere.”

I sit back down on the couch and open my arm for her to settle into and she helps me spread the blanket across the two of us. She pulls it up to her chin and rests her head against my chest spreading her feet out over the remainder of the couch.

Her whole body shudders, “Oh yeah. Mhm, that’s the stuff.”

I let out a chuckle and place a kiss on her forehead. “Glad you approve” 

She starts to relax with each breath. Like clockwork I know she’ll fall asleep soon, and she’ll mumble and grumble as I direct us back to bed. In the morning I’ll gently roast her for it and she’ll blame it all on me because ‘You’re too comfortable Sammy. How am I supposed to stay away when you’re so cozy?’ These are the little things I miss when we’re apart. 

“I love you, Sammy,” she hums out our nightly routine. 

“I love you too, Bird”

“Promise?” 

“Promise, promise.” 

Yeah, days like today are the ones I cherish the most. 

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Drowse

a/n: here’s a short little blurb that i finished up today! it may not be for everyone, but it’s a bit of a different take than what i’ve seen recently!

ship: danny wagner x fem!reader

warnings: mdni!!! unprotected sex (y’all know better), somno, praise, mild cnc?, daddy kink, cockwarming

word count: 813

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You watched as his chest rose and fell in a peaceful drowse, his hands draped lazily against your waist. Although Danny rested comfortably, it was a different story for you.

Instead, you had awoken to yourself drenched— a haze of your previous dream still drifted over you.

His touch, his words; it was all so intense. It felt so real, yet it was just out of your grasp.

The feeling of his hips pressed gently against the curve of your ass didn’t help to lessen your growing desire. It was torturous.

You knew you should go back to sleep. Forget the dream, cuddle up close to him, and maybe you’d laugh about it in the morning.

Instead, you found yourself rolling your hips ever so slowly, attempting to find some sort of relief. You bit your lip, a shaken breath washing over your body.

You could feel him stirring, his hands pulling you closer. Fuck.

Squeezing your legs together, you pressed against him gently.

“Baby?” Danny croaked softly, his eyes heavy as he glanced down to you. “Everything okay..?”

You hesitated, tensing as you heard his voice. “Yeah.. Yeah, I’m okay..”

Shifting away from him ever so slightly, you tried to appear inconspicuous, although, that only gave you away more. Danny pulled you back towards him, your bodies pressed together gently. “You didn’t think I’d feel you pressing up against me, baby?” He hummed sleepily, his hands resting on your hips.

“What do you mean?” You asked shyly, attempting to play it off. He pressed a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, still lost in a dreamlike state.

“Honey, It’s okay..” He rested his head against your shoulder, his hand sliding from your hip to beneath your waistband, finding its way to your panties.

You shuddered as Danny’s fingers met with the fabric, tracing over your clit from the other side of the lace. “Oh, baby, you’re soaked..”

It was true— and the worst part? Your arousal only grew with his touch. You leaned into him, pressing your lips together, stifling a moan from leaving your lips.

He pushed the lace to the side, his middle finger sliding through your folds before meeting with your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. As you pushed back into him, you could feel his length hardening as he explored your pleasures.

As his movements found a faster speed, your lips trembled with hushed moans. The dark room soon became heated with your bodies as the two of you searched for pleasure within eachother.

Soon enough, Danny had stopped his rapid pace beneath your pants, only to slide them off of you. He stripped his own off, desperate to feel the way you’d feel on his cock.

Pushing your top leg upward, he guided his member to your entrance, pushing through your warmth eagerly before gently sliding himself into you with a low groan.

“Is this okay..?” He asked, his hands now finding their way to fondle your breasts. With a rushed nod, you rolled your hips forward, a whine slipping out from you.

His hips began to rock into you, the feeling of his thrusts causing a shock to waver through your system. His hand reached forward once more, finding its way back to your clitoris.

“Fuck, baby.. You’re so fucking wet..” He moaned, pulling you even closer than before.

His thrusts, although tired, found themselves reaching a quickening pace. He pounded into you, causing you to whimper with each passing movement.

“Oh my god.. Please, Daddy.. faster..please, please..” You begged, your fists gripping the sheets beneath you.

“You’re such a good girl.. You’re doing so well for me, baby.. Such a good fucking slut.” He writhed, placing kisses against your neck as he listened to your cries.

“Please, Daddy! Please, it feels so fucking good..”

Just hearing your voice was enough for his eager thrusts to hasten. His hands fell into a faster rhythm, as well, causing you to squirm

As his speed grew, your orgasm came closer to your reach. His moans sent you over the edge, causing you to rasp a churr of moans, your body convulsing as the pleasure finally took hold

“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking pretty when you cum..”

Just as your orgasm concluded, his began. Filling the room with his moans, his warm seed filled you as his thrusts came to a slow. Sweat beaded your skin as the two of you settled, keeping close to eachother.

“My god, Danny..” You droned, your legs shaking as you settled into his embrace. The two of you stayed still for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally pulled himself out.

“You did so well, babygirl.. So, so well..” He insisted, enclosing your bodies under the sheets.

“Now, get some rest..”

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Fall into you

Warnings: domestic abuse, violence, angst toxic relationship, adult content, language, profanity , cheating , soft Jake

Word count: 2k

Parings: Jake X fem reader

"dont fucking make me beat the shit out of you like I did last night. Tell me where the fuck you went!" your boyfriend, calum spat in your face , gripping your arm too tight for your liking.

Calum was the sweetest any guy had ever treated you . But he was sick . He'd get into this mood where he'd be a completely different person , yell at you and hit you even .

Last night it got bad and you ran out after he bruised your cheek and cut your lip open , you had the red marks of his nails digging into you at different parts of your body like your arms and neck .

You left to stay at a hotel and you came back to get your things and finally leave him. But to your suprise he was at home and obviously wasn't going to let you leave again.

"Calum you're hurting me-" your voice breaks as you try to slip your hand out of his grip but he only twists your arm tighter , making tears swell up in your eyes.

"what the fuck are you packing your shit up for?" He asked ,this eyes looking at the bag with all your things behind you on the bed.

"I can't do this anymore Calum" you cry , trying not to fight back because you knew that only makes him worse .

"do what?" He softened his voice , but his gaze still furious as his eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips .

"be with you! I can't be with you anymore!" You cry out , he still wouldn't let go of your arm as he pulled you in closer .

"you're leaving me?" He asks , his tone dripping in sadness.

You couldn't answer as he pressed his lips against your gently , apologetically. He loosened his grip on your arm and you melted into the kiss. It was times like this that you cherished him. You did love him. He was an awfully handsome man with a kind heart . you convinced yourself to look at the good parts over the bad because you thought you didn't deserve any better.

"I'm sorry" he breaks away from you , his eyes teary , he cupped your cheek and caressed his thumb over your bruised cheekbone and you melted into his hand as tears streamed down your face.

"I'm so sorry love" he whispers in strain as he kisses away your tears and pulls you into a hug .

"let me make it up to you. Please don't leave me . If you need a change or something let me take you out tonight" he pleads , his voice wavering.

You nod , giving into him . You knew you'd miss him if you left anyway. And he was right . A change of scene would be better. And he said he was sorry too.

He spent the day sweetly caressing you and keeping you close , no yelling and no getting physical.

You almost forgot you had the horrible purple bruise and swollen lip . You were remind when you dressed up that night to go out with him.

You covered it up with slight make up and lipstick, hoping no one would notice the claw marks. You dressed up pretty and left with calum .

There was a bar you and calum were regulars at . The drinks were cheap and the music was perfect . It was your spot .

The two of you walking in and greeted the bartender before ordering your drinks. You had this weird sensation of someone watching as calum spoke to you about something you couldn't careless about.

You turned and looked behind you , trying see if anyone had there eyes in you.

"y|n- are you listening" calum interrupted and you quickly looked back at him and nodded before he continued off .

For once it felt like there was a stronger energy in the room other than calum. Usually you wouldn't bother about anyone or anything around as long as calum was with you . But the air felt different. Like there was someone else stealing the spotlight.

You paid zero to no attention to anything calum was talking to you about and lost interest completely when the band started playing.

One of your favourite songs , you met eyes with the guitarist as he started the first few notes of the song.

"hey Adam?" You call out to the bartender, your eyes not leaving the little stage in the bar.

"yeah?" He calls back as he's busy making a drink for someone.

"who are they?" You ask , pointing to the band . Because usually they'd just be a guy or a girl up there singing or doing something small . But this was a full out band and they sounded too good to be playing in a place like this.

"Greta Van fleet. Some band from Michigan" Adam answers nonchalantly.

"I was talking to you" calum says in tone too deep for your liking and you immediately feel yourself sink down into the floor and wither away as you met eyes with him . He had that furious look in his eyes and you gulped .

"I'm sorry. It's just- they sounded too good- I-" you stutter .

"it's alright" he says , his tone back to calm . And he starts talking again , continuing what he was saying. But you had your ears on the band , tapping your foot to the rythem.

Calum eventually shut up and got lost in the band's music as well . The whole bar did . They were cheering them on . But what almost threw you off your seat was the way the guitarist kept looking at you .

Was he the strong presence you were feeling before?

Your heart almost melted when the corners of his lips curled up into a cheeky smile , his eyes directly on your as he teased his guitar. You couldn't help but and blush and smile back at him.

"okay what the fuck is going on here?!" Calum snapped and you flinched at the sudden action of him slamming his empty glass on the counter and getting of his seat .

"w- calum-?" You stutter in confusion as he walked through the crowd, approaching the little stage the band was on.

The guitarist met eyes with you for a second as he looked at calum with confusion.

"shut the fuck up" calum yelled as he grabbed the guitarist's wire and wrenched it out of his guitar , causing a loud shrill before the band stopped .

The guitarist set his guitar down and looked like he was ready to throw hands at calum for that as calum got on the stage .

"calum stop!" You scream as he grabs the guitarist's collar .

"get this sick fuck off the stage we don't need him fucking ogling at my girl and flaunting his shit up here" calum yelled at the bartender who was equally panicked and confused.

"WHOA WHOA WHAT'S GOING ON" the other band members dropped their instruments and came over .

"calum what the fuck!?" You yell as you try to wrench him away from the poor guitarist but he shoved you away making you trip back.

"hey! Don't handle her like that!" The guitarist snapped , radiating the same energy as calum .

"don't fucking tell me how to treat my fucking girlfriend!" Calum smashes his fist across the guitarist face. And it seemed to have unleashed some sort of anger that the guitarist had been fighting back .

"Jake no!" One of the band members yells at him before he could immediately punch calum back .

"STOP IT!" you scream as they violently wrestle eachother around the stage and started lashing out at the eachother.

The guitarist knocked calum off the stage as he fell onto a flimsy table and broke it . Calum immediately got back up and punched the guy across his face again . But the guitarist was quick to throw his fists into calum's stomach making him fold.

The guitarist basically had calum pinned down to the floor as he punched him .

The other members of the band tore the guitarist away and tried to hold back calum with you .

"take this shit outside!" The owner of the bar yelled . People were filming and you were honestly so embarrassed .

Calum had blood oozing from his mouth and a black eye but he still wanted to fight that damned guitarist. And you couldn't hold him back long enough.

The guitarist had a bleeding nose and a bruised cheek and a violent stare .

"woah man cut the shit!" One of the band guys stopped calum from coming back up to Jake.

"calum stop it please" you pleaded as you grabbed his arm and held him back.

He landed a back handed slap across your face , making you fall back and immediately let go of him as he barged back to Jake who was ready to throw hands again .

"I'm gonna call the fucking cops!" The owner warned but he was ignored.

"are you alright?" One of the band guys asked as he held your shoulder.

"calum" you mutter under your breath as you tried to stop the two again.

The two guys brutally hitting eachother, enough to cause serious damages as the band guys kept trying to pull them apart .

The guitarist wouldn't give in till calum was passed out . He was finally torn away from calum as he lay on the floor half consious.

"are you okay? Do you know him?" The guitarist asks you , breathing heavily.

"he's my- he was-" You breakdown as you try to find an answer.

"shit your bleeding" he says as his hand comes up to touch your face , his fingers barely touch your jaw as you move away.

"sorry" he apologizes immediately. But you couldn't help but find comfort in his presence. The fact that you knew he was stronger than calum but you just knew he'd never use any of that strength on you .

But with calum it was obvious he was a violent person. He tried to be good but he just couldn't.

For the first time you felt safe . Safe with a man you didn't even know . Safe when your boyfriend was beaten to the ground by him. P

"my name's Jake" he said , realising that he came out to strong when you barely knew him .

"is he your boyfriend?" Jake asks. You nod tearfully.

"I'm sorry I beat him up. He shouldn't have hit you" Jake said apologetically.

"thank you" you rush out , like a call for help. And you see a spark in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of cop cars .

"shit! Sam did we get all our stuff?!" Jake yells as he walks away from you to the exit of the bar.

"yeah get in the car the cops are here!" One of the guys yelled back as he walked out.

"do you want a drop home or-" Jake asked softly, waiting for you to answer.

You looked at calum passed out on the floor , he was gonna wake up any second. And what next after that ? He would just beat you up . Maybe this was a sign. Maybe Jake was here to save you.

"yeah" it rushed out of you as the sound of police cars get louder.

He grabs your hand and quickly walks out of the place and pulls you into a busky van with him in the back seat . it smelt comforting. Even tho it was the dead of night and you were in a van with a bunch of strangers , you felt warm and comforted. And finally safe .

"which way love?" Jake asks .

'love' it came out of him like he said it out of habit. Calum never called you anything of the sort . It was either your name or 'babe'.

The question made you realise how you actually had no where to go . You could barely afford your own apartment when you met calum. And then you sold it and moved in with him after. You had no family or friends in this town , you kept to yourself alot. You were truely alone . It made you cry .

"it's alright love you're safe now. We're nice people" one of the guys turn around in his seat to look back at you , you recollected him as the singer .

"at least we're nice people, I donno about Jake , lashing out like that" the singer said , giving Jake a death glare like he was scolding him .

"hey! You saw how he treated her" Jake said, putting his hands up in defence.

"oh yeah? That doesn't mean you go all crazy and get us kicked out of-" the singer argued but was interrupted by another band member you remembered to be the drummer .

"alright cut it out both of you" he yelled as he drove the van , looking back at y'all from the rearview mirror.

"do you really have nowhere to go uhh-" the drummer stopped mid sentence when he realised he didn't know you name.

"y|n" you said . You heard Jake murmur your name under his breath , thinking you couldn't hear him .

"do you really have nowhere to go y|n?" The drummer asked. And you shook your head in embarrassment. You almost regretted getting into the van with them .

"you can stay over with us- I mean we have a guest room , with a lock- or I could get you a hotel room" Jake spoke nervously. And you immediately shook your head.

"just drop me off at the nearest hotel . I'll be fine" you say , you voice stuffy from your blocked nose.

"don't be absurd! We couldn't possibly leave a woman who's bleeding and scared at some hotel room like that!" The other guy yelled , the bassist. Almost like it made him angry.

"Sam's right . Do you wanna stay over ? We're safe people" the drummer says with honesty as he drove cautiously.

"I don't wanna be a bother-" before you could even finish your sentence the singer protested.

"a bother!? Don't be stupid!" He snaps .

"are you sure?" You ask softly.

"of course!" "Hell yeah" "definitely" they answer together in unison.

"come stay with us . I promise were nice people" the singer adds .

"fuck off Josh you're scaring her! Who the fuck says that to someone like that?" Jake pushed the singer's shoulder.

"what!? I'm being nice and she knows it!" Josh snaps at Jake and then looks at you in concern . You almost giggle at them . Their presence was so comfortable.

"alright if I'm not a bother" you answer and the boys protest at you for saying the word 'bother' .

Your mood is already much better as the van pulls up into the driveway to a nice warm looking house .

They got out and carried their equipment and instruments in , Jake helped you into the house before closing the door after you .

You felt like a misplacement for a second as they put their equipment away and took their shoes off . But after they were done they brought their attention right back to you .

"oh poor thing . Let me get something for that bleeding lip" the drummer says before he scurries off . You touch your lip and find it wet , unaware that it was bleeding.

"I'm Sammy" the bassist says as he reached his hand out for you to shake.

"and I'm josh at you're service" the singer says with a slight bow making you smile .

The drummer came back with a first aid box .

"and I'm Daniel. The only thing that can keep these assholes from killing eachother" the drummer said with a kind smile .

"come sit down" Josh said like an excited child when their favourite uncle comes to visit.

"we're siblings by the way , if you couldn't tell" Jake says , offering you a glass of water .

"oh thanks you" you say as you scan the four faces and take the glass from him.

"all of them except me of course" Daniel adds .

"aw come on don't say that! We may not be brothers by blood but we're brothers damnit" Sam said like he was offended , you giggled , Forgetting the whole scene that had happened in the bar.

"do you mind?" Daniel asked as he sat down next to you with a alcohol swab in his hand .

You open your mouth to answer but you shake your head instead, blushing in embarrassment.

He wiped your lip with the swab and you hiss. You met eyes with Jake who was staring between the two of you in pure jealousy and you blush harder .

"alright there you go" Daniel said , purely respecting you and not eyeing you up in anyway.

"fatass you're next" Daniel says as he walks over to Jake .

Jake rolls his eyes and stays put as Daniel wipes all the blood of his nose and mouth, and then tending to any open wounds . Your heart melts at the intimacy of them . It felt good to know there was good people in the world.

You felt like you didn't deserve them . They were too kind to you . No one had ever been. You grew up with egoistic parents that always put you down and never let you think you were worth loving. And your friends had crossed you one too many times for you to trust again.

The boys had gone off to bed after showing you the guest room .

Once you were alone with your thoughts you broke down . Thinking of what was to happen now . How could you go back to face calum ? What about your things in his house ? You should've left when you had the chance .

There was a knock at your door and you startled up , quickly wiping your face and sniffing in your snot before answering.

"it's open!" You answer, slightly panicked that you were a bother by using this room .

"I got you clothes for you to change into . You couldn't possibly sleep in those . And the bathroom is just down the hall feel free to use it" Jake says as he stood by your door , not daring to come in and invade your personal space .

"thank you" you say in overwhelm. You quickly got off the bed and headed to the door to take the clothes from him . And he noticed you were crying.

"hey uh-" he starts as you put the clothes on your bed .

"are you alright?" He asks comfortingly, his eyes looking at you simpathically .

You didn't answer. You had so much to say and You didn't know what to tell him , your eyes tears up and your heart clenched and you saw him tense up thinking he shouldn't have asked.

"I'm here if you need anything- we're here- so just let us know okay?" He says quickly, reaching for the door knob to close the door .

"jake-" you call , stopping him . He looked at with concern, waiting for you to talk .

"can you-" your voice broke . You felt empty and stranded .

"can you hold me?" You let out a sob and he immediately slips his hand from the door and strides up to you and hugs you , wasting no time .

You ball up his shirt in your fists as you sob into his chest.

"shh it's alright" he soothes, petting your hair gently and holding you close butnot too tightly to make you uncomfortable even tho you were holding him tight .

You sob harder , letting everything out. It was like he was a saviour. The comfort he offered you was immense and you couldn't believe it .

"you're alright doll" he hums . Even tho you barely know him , and he had you so close to him in his own house , he still treated you respectfully , held you respectfully.

You sniffle and break away to look at him , noticing you had made his shirt damp from your tears .

"fuck" you whine as you rubbed your hand on his chest to try to take off as much of the snot as you could .

"I don't mind it's alright" he smiles.

"I'm sorry" you ignore him as you keep wiping the snot off and he holds your wrist gently stopping you.

"it's okay y|n" he says , looking into your eyes and you blushed hearing your name from his mouth out loud for the first time.

You let go of him and he moves away from you , still smiling at you .

"I'll be in my room if you need me alright?" Jake says sweetly as he walked over to the door .

You look down and blush at the interaction with him as he leaves .

"oh by the way" he stops just before he could close the door.

"I wasn't 'ogling' at you on stage, I just thought you looked pretty" he said giving you a wider smile before he left , closing the door behind him .

Your face was heated and your heart was racing. The way he held you and cradled your head , petting your hair and muttering sweet comforts to you like you were the most delicate thing after brutally beating up your boyfriend well, ex now . And the fact that all you knew about him was his name his brothers and that he played guitar.

There might be a part 2

[devilat-thedoor]

Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

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You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?” 

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot. 

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release. 

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

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[samcatcher]

When in London.

masterpost + plot summary.

word count: 80,000+ slow burn. [in progress]

Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen.

Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" again. Especially not almost 4,000 miles from where they first met. Sam on the other hand, knew she would find her way back to him. Or rather, he'd find his way back to her.

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chapter 1.

chapter 2.

chapter 3.

chapter 4.

chapter 5.

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12