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godlygreta · 3 years

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bloody valentine | s. kiszka

title | bloody valentine

summary | josh needed some main characters for a short horror film he was making. you and your best friend sam just so happened to be free !

warnings | 18+, fake blood, knives, knife play, sex (unprotected sex, oral f receiving), clothed grinding

word count | 4.5k+

author’s note | good mornin’ all ! did someone ask for a sam kiszka halloweenish type smut? nobody did? just me? okay. well ;) came up w this idea randomly in my com class, wrote it out over the course of two weeks and came up w this! i hope everyone enjoys :) thank you all for reading and being the coolest besties ever.

unedited as always !

“Guys, please! It’ll take like one weekend, four days, tops. I wanna blow my film class away.” Josh pleaded, hands folded together. He’d been talking about this film since February. It was almost October now. It was a love story between two serial killers, leaving little love messages with dead bodies.

“I mean, I’ve got no other plans.” You spoke, looking towards Sam. He almost didn’t want to by the looks of him. Josh’s eyes were filled with hope. He just wanted to make the film perfect. You and Sam were already comfortable with each other, it would surely be easy to force a love story between the two of you. Sam caved, agreeing to star in the movie alongside you.

“Yes! Thank you. You won’t regret it!” Josh basically skipped away, hopping into his car. You laughed at his eagerness in comparison to Sam’s reluctance.

“C’mon, Sammy, it’ll be fun, don’t be such a downer! I bet he’ll make you one of my victims.” You shoved your elbow playfully into his side. He wasn’t going to tolerate that, oh no he was not, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped, soon after laughter followed. You wrapped your arms around Sam’s waist as he carried you up the stairs into his room. He threw you down on his bed and laid fake punches on you.

“If he makes me the serial killer,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll make you my first.”

“Maybe we’re both the serial killers.” You responded, looking up at him with your elbows supporting your body. “Maybe we have to pretend we’re in love with each other.”

“Gross, you smell bad, I don’t wanna be in love with you.”

“I do not smell bad, you asshole. And you don’t have to be in love with me, you just gotta make it look like it. Pretend I’m like fucking Grace from Bio or some shit.” He laughed at you, sitting at his headboard. You moved to sit closer to him, laying your head in his lap. “I’ll pretend you’re Spencer Reid, Lord knows I don’t have to fake being in love with that man. The things he could do to me.”

“That’s gross, Y/N.”

“Oh, whatever. You remember the time you forced me and Danny to listen to the ENTIRE story of how you lost your virginity?” You asked, looking up at his accusatory. “TWICE?”

“I did not.” You rolled your eyes, leaving your comfy spot in his lap to find the television remote.

“Sam, I’m not even going to argue with you.” You threw the remote at him, almost hitting him in the head with it. “Throw on a fucking movie.”

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The October breeze that greeted you once you stepped out of your house was harsh, uninviting. You pull your sweater closer to your body as your backpack filled with clothes sits at your feet. If only Josh could drive a little faster. You sit on your phone in wait, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, liking any posts you could see. You stumbled across one Sam posted recently, looking outward off the ridges of a mountain range. His side profile always blew you away. How could someone so fucking annoying be that pretty?

Josh pulled up, rolling his window down and called out to you. It snapped you out of your daze, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Climbing into the seat behind Josh’s, Sam looks sleepy in the passenger seat. “You excited to film?”

“Yes!” Josh answered, his enthusiasm dripping in everything he did. He basically peeled out of your driveway, jolting you backwards into your seat. “I’ve already filmed most of the other scenes, the ones with a few of my friends posing as the dead bodies. We just have to film all of your guys’ scenes.”

“Sweet.”

“You brought a swimsuit like I asked you to, right?”

“Yeah, not sure why you asked though.”

“You guys sort of have a sex scene, but I didn’t want to subject you to full nudity. Swimsuits cover everything while still giving off the appearance of being naked.” Sam woke up from his sleepy daze with the mention of a sex scene with you. Josh assured the both of you that it would be incredibly brief and they wouldn’t even actually have to have fake sex, just an elongated makeout session.

“I’m pretending you’re Spencer Reid for sure now.” You chuckled, Sam glaring at you. If it were up to him, you two wouldn’t even have a sex scene at all.

But this was for Josh. He would do anything for Josh. As would you. The inseparability of the four boys and you was insane. When you befriended Sam, you two were in kindergarten. Pesky little four and five year olds who loved nothing more than to cause a bit of mischief. Everyday at recess you would play together, this continuing on for years and years to come. When you were able to play with the bigger kids, the two of you would constantly run into the twins. Josh’s energy had matched the chaotic nature of yours almost too perfectly. You fit perfectly into the Kiszka family.

“Get situated and as soon as you put your shit in the room, let’s get started!” Josh practically ran into the little cabin he had driven you to. It was cute, little. The cabin itself was made of wood, a perfect little two bedroom, two bath house. It forced you and Sam to share a room, which you didn’t mind. You and Sam had shared a bed since you were little.

Josh came into the bedroom you two were unpacking your things in, holding up two piles of clothes. You barely caught them as he threw them towards you. “Change into these, I’ll give you your lines when you get downstairs.”

You threw your sweater onto the bed, shimmying off your pants to change into the ones he gave you. They were thrifted, a perfect tight, holy pair of jeans to get full of fake blood. The sweater he gave you to wear was almost too pretty to get rid of. You frowned slightly, not wanting to ruin how pretty the sweater was, but it was for Josh.

You didn’t wait for Sam, meeting Josh in the living room, him explaining a few of the scenes you’d be filming today to you. “Tomorrow, though, we’re going to go to town and go to a cute little coffee shop for the scene where you and Sam meet up as the two serial killers for the first time.”

“Awesome. You seem really excited about this.”

“I am, this thing is practically my baby at the moment.” He grabbed the papers he had stapled together for you and Sam to look over your lines. You read through some of the pages, your eyes stopping once they had found the sex scene you two would end up filming. The way you thought the scene would play out in your mind if it was real, not just a movie, wasn’t even considered porn. It was fucking art. Especially with the way Josh was writing it.

“Let’s get this thing started, yeah?” Josh asks, shaking you from the daze you were in. Sam had come down the stairs, dressed in almost the same thing as you. His pants were void of holes and his sweater had a button down shirt underneath, you could tell from the collar sticking out from the collar of the sweater. It was crooked though, you reached up to fix it for him.

The two of you followed Josh to where he wanted you two to be. “Alright, we’ll do Sam’s scenes first and then we’ll shoot yours, okay, Y/N?”

“Alright. Mind if I wander?”

“Not at all, just don’t go too far.” You nodded in response, walking back towards the house. You wanted to rummage through the cupboards, see if there were any coffee grounds. You eventually found a pot, instantly making yourself a cup.

You brought it with you as you wandered through the woods. The forest behind the cabin was thick, trees stretched for miles, blurring out the farther out you looked. This was the perfect place to film a horror movie. It was secluded, the next door neighbors were at least half of a mile to a mile away. The trees, though, were all beautiful with changing colors, some were more red than others, some more yellow. The evergreens stayed their brilliant color. The view in front of you was cinematic for sure. “Y/N!”

Your head snapped to where the voice was coming from. You walked towards it, finding Josh and Sam there. “We’ll have to wait till night to film the rest of his, so let’s do the first bit of yours first. You don’t have any lines, so you’re just gonna run around basically, looking frantically. I don’t want people to know you’re the other serial killer until the meeting in the coffee shop.”

“Alright. So, just run around looking innocent while you chase me with the camera?” You asked, taking your hair down from your ponytail. He nodded, helping you fix your hair as best he could.

Only Josh would make you run around for an hour, your body and lungs slightly tired from the harsh cold of the wind. “Alright. I’m gonna shoot some of the scenery, you and Sam can go back inside til dark.”

“Thanks, Josh.” You went back inside the cabin, leaving Josh by himself in the woods. You found Sam in the living room, guitar on his knee, pencil in his mouth. You grabbed it from him, putting it down on the table. “You’re not supposed to eat lead, Kiszka.”

“I just felt like tasting the graphite, gotta get that nutrition somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at him, smirking while doing so. Sam had a lot of fucking attitude all the time. You were sure by the second grade that the ‘s’ in his name stood for sass. The second one definitely stood for sarcasm.

“Play me something to pass the time?” You asked, feet tucked under Sam’s thigh. He looked over at you before he began to play his guitar. The melody of a familiar tune popped into your head. Sam had played it before, this time you could tell something was added to it. It was longer, prettier almost. The strumming of his fingers lulled you to sleep, your arms crossed over your stomach.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam’s voice came from nowhere, hands lightly shaking you awake. “Josh wants to film our scenes. Afterwards we can watch your favorite Halloween movie if you want.”

“You’ll actually watch Coraline with me and not pussy out?” Your voice was dripped in sleepiness, rubbing away as much of it from your eyes as you could. He laughed, extending his hand out to you to help you up from the couch.

“Last time we watched it was in sixth grade, Y/N. Give me some credit.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him completely. You walked outside to find Josh, set up with some lighting a bit into the woods. Twigs snapped underneath your and Sam’s feet.

“After these scenes, we can all go inside and film the sex scene and knock it out so we can actually go home tomorrow afternoon. We still have to shoot the coffee shop scene, but I forgot my other homework back at home. You guys are cool with that right?” Josh spoke, slightly preoccupied with the lighting.

“Yeah, whatever you wanna do, boss.” You joked, a sudden bubble of nerves coming to life underneath your skin.

He filmed some of the scenes with Sam first, Sam’s face illuminated both by the lighting he brought but also by the moonlight. His facial features were absolutely breathtaking under the moonlight. Yours were next, and while waiting, you tried to forget the scenes you would be filming after this. You tried so hard, but the thoughts of you two being in that position made your eyes clouded with lust.

“Y/N! Beautiful! Your scenes are going to look so fucking good, oh my God!” Josh yelled, jumping slightly in the cold. You smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Seriously, you fuckin’ nailed it, dude. Thank you. I could kiss you right now!”

“You do not have to do that.” You spoke, giving Josh a hug. The three of you laughed, heading back inside. You and Sam switched into your swimsuits, as Josh set up for the scenes. Admittedly, you were incredibly nervous about how this was going to go.

“You ready for this?” Sam asked, shouting through the door as he waited for you to finish. You tied the strings of your bathing suit and opened the door. His eyes glazed over, staring at every inch of your skin that he could. He thought you didn’t catch him, but you did; he licked his lips while looking at you.

“More than ready. Are you?” You asked, pushing past him and heading into the kitchen where Josh was. There was a blue tarp covering the kitchen floor, covered in fake blood. One of the chairs from the kitchen was tipped over towards the middle, duct tape cut and stuck to the chair to make it look like someone was tied up but had been cut loose. “Sam’s putting his suit on now. Anything you want me to do?”

“Yeah!” He reached inside of the duffel bag hidden behind the counter on the floor, pulling out a holster and a switchblade. You looked between him and the items in his hands. “Put this around your thigh, and put this in it. I’m gonna give you a long t-shirt to wear to hide it.”

“Am I using it on Sam?” You asked, doing the buckle.

“Yeah, you two are serial killers, Y/N. You like knife play and let’s wait for Sam so I can explain it once instead of twice. It’ll make sense, I promise.” You shrugged, shoving the switchblade inside of the holster. He handed you a large t-shirt, a worn out University of Michigan shirt. As soon as Sam’s in the kitchen with the two of you, Josh explains what you two will be doing. “So, you’ve both read the script and everything. I tweaked it last minute, so everything you read isn’t gonna happen anymore. It’s gonna be sexier now.”

Josh explained it to the two of you as simply as he could possibly put it. The idea of it seemed incredibly sultry, sexy and something you would even enjoy outside of the movie setting. You gulped nervously as Josh put you where he wanted the two of you to start. As soon as he yelled ‘action’, the two of you switched from your normal selves to the version Josh wanted.

“Scared?” He asks, body towering over yours. The knife he has sits comfortably in his hand, blade facing away from you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, puppy dog eyes being exposed.

“You forget,” a smirk rising to your face. You pull a switchblade from its holster strapped tight against your thigh. You flicked it open, dragging the tip of the cold blade against his chest. “You’re not the only one here who plays with knives.”

He drops the blade next to him, clamoring on the floor as he grabs the back of your neck and brings your lips to his. The blade barely misses your feet by mere inches. The switchblade you held in your hand cuts his skin slightly, causing a hiss to come from his lips. You close it in front of him, placing it on the counter behind you. He grabs your hips, hoisting you onto the counter as well, settling himself between your legs. All that’s heard in the room is the sounds of heavy breathing, clashing skin and lips smacking together. He rips the shirt off of you, throwing it somewhere into the kitchen.

Your fingertips glide through his hair, tugging at the roots as his teeth bite your bottom lip. He moans as his head throws back, giving you access to his neck. You bite at the skin on the column of his throat, licking back up it, going over his adam’s apple. You smirk at him with an open mouth, cocky until his hand comes to wrap around your throat. The pressure he applies, mixed with the blood spatter on his face, sends a wave of pleasure through you. Your hand trails down his torso, wiping some of the blood off of your hands.

He stops your hands, grabbing one of your index fingers and sucking the blood off of them, staring into your eyes the entire time. You moaned when his tongue swirled around your finger, letting it go with a pop. You tugged him back into you by the waistband of his boxers, feverishly kissing him, slipping your tongue in his mouth. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your core making contact with his erection. The fact that you could feel how big he was through his pants made you moan, slightly drooling at the thought of it in various holes.

“And cut!” Josh yelled, the two of you separating and breathing heavy. You turned towards Josh, who seemed to be super excited about the take you guys had. “Perfect! Beautiful! Thank you two so much. This is gonna look so sick. You guys pretend to fuck pretty well.”

“Thanks.” You breathed out, mostly heavy breathing from the way Sam was making you feel. In those moments, you had forgotten Josh was even there. You were ready for him to take you right then and there on that kitchen counter. The two of you stayed close together, for sure trying to keep Josh from seeing how hard Sam was.

“You two can go get washed up, I’ll clean up the kitchen.” You nodded, Sam helped you off the counter. The two of you walked into your room in silence, a sort of ‘almost sex’ induced haze between the two of you. Your throat felt dry when you finally reached the bedroom, looking through your bag for some of your pajamas you had brought.

“Did you want to shower together? I think this stuff might stain.” Sam broke the silence first, body facing towards you. “This way you can help me get this stuff off, and I can help you get it off.”

“Yeah.” You responded, your voice hoarse. You swallowed thickly, abandoning your clothes on top of the bed. You could just shower with your swimsuits on, right? Yeah, yeah you could.

Sam follows you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He started the snower, turning the knob to warm water. The waiting was the worst part. The tension between the two of you was palpable, you could truly cut it with a knife. Your eyes focus on Sam's back noticing the half moon impressions left on his shoulders. You reached out to touch them, fingerps grazing them. Sam jumped slightly, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to leave marks.”

“It's okay.” He turned towards you, your heartbeat rising as his fingertips trail up your arms, hands cupping your cheeks. “I like them.”

His kisses now were different. They weren’t as demanding; they were patient, waiting for you to respond. Eagerly, you did; your hands found Sam’s waist, pulling his body closer to yours. His lips and tongue tasted like the fake blood, high fructose com syrup. His hands sild to your back fumbling with the strings of your swimsuit. Once they were undone, his hands explore the skin of your back. He hummed against your lips, feeling your hands undo the ties on his swim trunks, you forced them down his legs, hearing the material fall to the floor.

You undid the strings behind your neck, letting your top join Sam's swimsuit on the floor. His eyes never left yours. You grabbed his hands, putting them on your skin. You sighed, the feeling of his fingers felt so good in contrast to your cold skin. His hands move from your breasts, mourning the loss of contact. His hands hook under your thighs, putting you on the bathroom counter.

His lips travel down your neck kissing down your breastbone. You moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Your hand flies to the back of his head, pulling him further into you. His hand occupied the other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, pinching it. You hissed in pain, pleasure taking over. You wanted him closer, as close as you could possibly get him.

Your mind wandered, not being able to process that this was real - this was happening. The two of you had a silent agreement to not ask any questions, discuss what was happening after it happened, or maybe even in the morning. Nothing was as important to you than fucking Sam in any position he’d have you in.

He began to kiss lower, looking up at you to make sure you’d be okay with him removing your swimsuit bottoms. You just lifted your hips off the counter, moving them slightly so he’d get the hint. He did, immediately coaxing your legs open with his nose as soon as they were thrown behind him. Your attempts to keep your composure, keeping all of your moans behind your lips failed, a loose string of profanities falling from your lips as soon as Sam’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly.

His finger slid through your folds easily, collecting your slick before making its way inside of you. You threw your head back moaning, Sam’s long, slender fingers filling you in ways your own couldn’t. He brushed against your cervix, and that coupled with his mouth occupying your clit, it was enough to start a fire.

Your hips moved ragged against his hand, eyes shutting as the bundle of pleasure in your lower stomach grew larger. “Mhm, so pretty. Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. I love watching you like this.” You rode out your orgasm on his fingers, they made you dance in ways nobody ever has before. Sam’s voice was soft, “Look at me, baby, wanna see you.”

You looked into his eyes, drinking in how intently Sam was watching you. It made your orgasm even more intense, eating up the way he just fucking stared at you. He pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving down more and more before pressing kisses to each of the insides of your knees. The sweetness within the way Sam was making you feel made you fucking lightheaded. He licked his fingers clean of your come, staring at you the entire time he did so.

You brought him up to kiss him again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You hummed, pulling him closer to you. “Fuck me, Sam, please.”

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” He mumbled against your lips, sliding his boxers down his legs. He grabbed his cock, moving up and down your slit. You gasped from how sensitive your clit was, bucking your hips into him. He lets out a small laugh before he gasps as he fully sits himself inside of you. He lets you adjust to his size, kissing just below your jawline. You shifted your hips, moaning.

The pace is slow at first, wanting to feel every inch of you wrapped around him. The two of you worked in sync, anytime he moaned, one slipped past your lips. You lost any sense of care the more Sam fucked you. You didn’t care how loud you were, if Josh could hear the two of you or not.

Unbeknownst to you, Josh had always figured the two of you would get together at some point. There was nobody on this Earth Sam talked about the way he talked about you. He talked about you as if you made the sun shine and the birds chirp in the morning. It almost grossed him out how blind Sam was to how much he truly loved you, and what capacity it was in.

“So perfect, angelic human being. You’re fucking otherworldly.” His hand was loose around your jaw, but kept you looking at him. His eyes couldn’t leave yours, it was almost as if anytime he tried he would just end up looking right back at you. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

“Your goddess, Sammy. Yours.” You moaned back, Sam’s pace became the fastest it's been. The sudden change being brought about by you claiming to be his, giving yourself to him.

“Ugh, fuck, all mine.” The fire moved freely through your bloodstream, its path ending in your lower stomach. It burned bright, building and building. Your body reacted accordingly, jaw slack, mouth hung open with a brush of pleasure painted across your face. Your fingernails occupied Sam’s back and shoulders, clawing him closer, encouraging him to go harder, faster, more. You were right there, almost, almost. You whined, eyes screwing shut tighter and tighter. Your voice was whiny, pitchy as the flames finally bursted and turned into a full blown forest fire, “Holy fuck.”

Your thighs shook, breathing incredibly ragged and irregular. Your hips stilled, allowing you to fully feel Sam inside of you. “C’mon, Sammy. Fuck me harder, wanna feel you fill me up. Fill me with your cum, Sammy.”

“Oh God,” he moans into your shoulder, hands gripping your hips so tight there might be Sam’s fingerprint sized bruises there in the morning. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

When his hips begin to falter and his pace becomes uneven, you know he’s close. You coax him to the edge, tugging at the roots of his hair. He stills himself inside of you, filling you with his seed. He presses light kisses to your shoulder, waiting a minute before pulling out of you. “Guess we should shower now.”

“That water’s gonna be fucking cold.” You giggled, slapping Sam’s arm lightly as he set you back down on the bathroom floor.

“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry.” He kissed your nose, going to turn the knob to the completely hot side. Once the two of you had stepped in, the water was warm against your skin. You hummed once he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the middle of your forehead.

“You wanna talk about what just happened or ignore it and just see where things go from here?” You asked, drawing circles on the skin of his chest, looking up at him.

“Let’s just see where this goes. I think I’m a good second best to Spencer Reid, yeah?” He looked at you with that goofy smile on his face, making you chuckle before kissing him. You could stay like this forever.

You still had yet to film the scene where your and Sam’s characters meet as serial killers. At least then you wouldn’t have to fake the sexual tension.

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garagebandvanfleet · 2 years

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meg’s favorite fics

I’m the worst at keeping track of all the fics I’ve read, so this is more for me than anything else. Everyone is so talented and their writing is amazing, so let’s show them some love! Will hopefully be updating this monthly but that is highly unlikely, so will update whenever needed. Also, I’ve been seriously slacking on my fic reading lately so I already know I’m missing so many great ones, if you have any recommendations let me know!

last updated: april 3rd, 2022

♡ - fluff

☆ - smut

☾ - angst

☼ - chaptered fic

josh

@godlygreta - Warmth ♡

@tripthelight-fanfic - Active ♡

@hearts-hunger - Cabin Fever ☼ (and the fics in the cabin fever universe)

@tlexx - Lost Soul ☼

@greta-flanveet - Always There ☼

@gretavanfleetposts - He’s the Sun ♡

@earthlysorrows - Starmates ☼

@sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine - Bliss ♡

@gretavandutchy - A Kind Stranger ☼

@garbagevanfleet - ABBADON ☼

@garbagevanfleet - Brightest Blue ☼

@stardustchordssammy - Late Lake Nights ☆

@joshkiszkas - 50 Wordless Ways to Say I Love You ♡

danny

@tlexx - Bite Me ☆

@joshkiszkasgothgf - Release ☆

@hyperfixated-gvf - Like a Good Neighbor ☆

@earthlysorrows - What’s Your Name Again? ☆

@greta-van-fics - Ace of Clubs pt. II ☆

jake

@garbagevanfleet - LAZARUS ☼

@gretavanlace - Beg For It ☆

@tlexx - Lost Boys ☼

@groggyvanfleet - Love of my Soul ☼

@gretavanfleetposts - An Indecent Proposal ☆

@stardustchordssammy - There’s A First For Everything ☆

@groggyvanfleet - Going Down ☆

sam

@stardustchordssammy - Unexpected Friendship ☆

@groggyvanfleet - Read It In Cosmo ☆

@screechesincoherently - A Working Melody ☆

@godlygreta - Snapchat ☆

@godlygreta - Sinister ☼

@gretavanwinkle - Say That Again ☆

@ageoffeet - A Case Of You ☆

@gretasmokerising - Can’t Get Enough of You ☆

@tlexx - As The World Caves In ☼

@capturethechaos - Ride a Cowboy ☆

more than one of the boys involved

@hyperfixated-gvf - Settle Down (jake, sam, josh, danny) ☆

@gretavanlace - Sugar (josh and jake) ☼

@godlygreta - Royal Secrets pt. I & II (jake and sammy) ☆

@basiccortez - Baby Series (following each boy and reader throughout the ups and downs of pregnancy)

also, read literally anything by: @tlexx @hyperfixated-gvf @arcaneblaine @capturethechaos @tripthelight-fanfic @garbagevanfleet @gretavanlace @groggyvanfleet @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine @godlygreta

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garbagevanfleet · 3 years

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I was wondering if you knew any small writers I should give a look? Or specific fics?

There are so so so many. I'm not sure what you consider small writers to be, so I'm going to list everyone that I can think of and you can decide from there.

@jakekiszska has a smörgåsbord of amazing porn for you, as well as very cute little fluffs and enthralling chaptered fics. her ideas are always fun and new

@alwayzthere's work is always so fun and imaginative. I'm a big fan and wish she'd run away with me <3

@godlygreta knows how to write some hot shit. Like, leave you sweating kinda smut

@safari-shlong is the monarch of setting up scenery imho, and god damn, I anxiously await more.

@satans-helper is the OG gvf writer, with such perennial faves as the groundbreaking Danny/Sam/Reader threesome

@amourleger paints a fucking picture with her words. It's truly something to behold.

@greta-van-fics are two amazing girls that work so freaking well together - truly like a well-oiled machine. they have a nice, thick masterlist of tasty morsels for you

@dharma-divine is such a wordsmith. she has a fantastic talent for telling a story, and has such fun, unique ideas. some of her upcoming projects make my heart race with anticipation

@fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw wrote a fic that I keep going back to read because it's such a comfy fic. like, it's such a sweet, sexy thing, and I'm so excited for more from her!

@tripthelight-fanfic has built up a nice, weighty masterlist that I highly recommend sifting through. their smut is great, but their fluff is truly special, if you ask me

@tlexx has a masterlist that I've been hoarding away like a dragon. I've been meaning to read through it, but I've been sick and busy, but I'll get to it, damn it!!

(there was literally no way for me to remember everyone, so if I missed you, I promise it's not on purpose. please please please, reply to this ask if you want to add yourself or someone else to this list!!)

#we just got a letter 💌#fic rec

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godlygreta · 3 years

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tender | j. m. kiszka

title | tender

summary | part two to warmth

warnings | 18+ this is smut !

word count | 2.5k+

author’s note | hello everyone ! here is the highly anticipated pt 2 to warmth :) i hope everyone enjoys ! i loved writing this one. can you tell i was sort of high while writing this? lmfao

When you got home from work, all you wanted to do was cuddle with Josh. You wanted to hold him so tightly his eyeballs could pop out from their sockets. Today had been particularly hard. You had to close tonight – which meant staying out until at least two in the morning. While normally you wouldn’t have minded closing, this was sprung on you last minute because the closer called in, and you were the only one available. “This is the last time I’m working for someone who was supposed to close, I can’t keep staying late. My boyfriend will worry, especially cause it’s so fucking busy I can’t let him know I’ll be home late.”

You and Josh weren’t exactly dating... per se. You would do everything a couple did, cuddle on the couch in the living room while watching anything that was on television, sleep in the same bed all the time, even coordinate outfits (although that was mostly on accident). Hell, even Josh’s parents were convinced you two were together. The boys knew, but they always suspected the two of you were trying to keep it hidden.

Sam had actually shown up while you were at work tonight. A bunch of his friends from high school had come down to visit him, wanting him to show them around and get a feel at what it’s like to be a rockstar. The life wasn’t always luxurious, but you knew it was better than most. At least, for them it was. As soon as you sat his beer down in front of him, you asked him to text Josh for you. “He’ll worry when I don’t come home around ten-ish. Can you just let him know I’m closing at the bar tonight?”

“Yeah, if you tell me what’s going on between you two.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, cheeks heating up and ears turning a ferocious red color.

“You two dating or something? You’re always around each other.”

“I mean, kind of?” He looked at you, confusion settling in the spot between where his eyebrows furrowed. “We aren’t technically dating, but we’re basically dating, you know?”

“Like friends with benefits?”

“No, it’s more than that, it’s better than that.” Sam left the subject alone, knowing that you had work to do. If it hadn’t been so busy, you would’ve stayed by him for the rest of your shift. Or at least, until he decided to go home. He shot Josh a quick text and let him know you’d be later than you wanted to be. Josh seemed just as disappointed as you did.

The second you’re in the door your shoulders slump and you release a breath you had never realized you were holding. You tried to quietly set everything down making sure that if Josh was asleep, you didn’t wake him up. Ever since that night you had straddled him, the two of you had tended to sleep in the same bed.

Whether that was yours or his, it didn’t entirely matter. When he would come home late, you liked to sleep in his. His sheets were covered in his smell, with a hint of marijuana. At times, he’d find you with his pillows cuddled close to your chest, pillowcase just below your nose. Other times, he’d find you sprawled out across his entire bed.

You peeled off the sweatshirt you threw on over your work clothes, hanging it on the back of one of the barstools in your kitchen. Josh wasn’t in the living room and you could hear the shower running. You sighed, knowing that you and Josh would be able to sleep in the same bed again. You absolutely despised not being able to sleep with him. You did it, but reluctantly. You always made sure Josh had sprayed a sweatshirt of his or something for you to wear to bed.

Hence, why so many of Josh’s clothes ended up in your closet. You pulled out an old hoodie of his, the logo of his high school on the front and his last name adorning the back. He didn’t play sports, but had gotten the sweatshirts from the drama department. Their production of Willy Wonka had made more than they expected it to, so everyone was able to get a personalized sweatshirt if they wanted.

Removing your shirt and throwing your bra into your closet was the best part of your night thus far. The feeling of being free had never felt so good after a night like tonight. You slid your jeans off your legs, grabbing out a pair of shorts from your dresser. Just as Josh exited the bathroom, you were pulling them up your legs. The two of you made eye contact, making your cheeks flush. The towel he had on wrapped loosely around his waist. He slipped into his room before you made your way into the bathroom.

You brushed your teeth and removed the makeup you had worn to work. When you exited the bathroom, Josh was waiting for you on your bed. You smiled at him, leaning against the doorframe. “I know I should be, but I’m not really tired.”

“I’m not either. Can we watch a movie or something?” He asked, opening the covers up for you. You nodded, sliding underneath them as you grabbed the remote to your television. There were a few movies on your watchlist, most of them being weird ass movies you barely read the abstract of. You picked the first one that seemed interesting, landing on some weird occultist movie.

The slight hinge of awkwardness settled between the two of you, leaving a space between you. And you hated it. As the movie slowly dragged through the introduction, the closer you got to Josh. Soon, by accident, your hand brushed against his thigh as you scooted closer.

It was quiet, aside from the movie. It was so quiet that you could hear your coffee pot stop making coffee. So quiet that you could hear the birds chirping outside, indicating the oncoming of the dawn. So quiet that you could hear the smallest little whimper leave Josh’s mouth the second your knuckles brushed his thighs.

You held your breath longer than you believe you were supposed to. Your mind flooded with thoughts of Josh, whimpering to things you were doing to him. Whimpering as your hand would wrap around his cock, eyes focused on his and the way his face contorted. Whimpering as you rode him hard and fast, desperate to hear him beg for you.

You had forgotten you were even watching a movie. The entire plot had been unbeknownst to you now, eyes using your peripheral vision to watch Josh squirm out of the corner of your eye. He was fucking magnetizing – the way he tried to move without you noticing. He tried to pull the blanket up around him, acting as if though he was cold.

You stopped him, grabbing his wrist before he could pull the blankets up. His eyes quickly looked up to your face, scanning it for any possible answer. You had no words for him, truly. There wasn’t any formation of words that would truly get your point across. Instead, you abandoned the movie.

Your leg slid over his lap as easily as it did the first time, a noise emitting from Josh’s throat. You swallowed his noise with your mouth over his, desperate. Your hands tangled within the curls of his hair, tongue slipped easily past his pillowy lips. He tasted like wine and leftover Alfredo the two of you had made previously that afternoon. You hummed against him, finally able to feel his gentle fingertips against the skin of your hip. His fingers danced under the hoodie you were wearing, touches all heavy with need.

You pulled away from him, tossing your hoodie over your head. Josh groaned, noticing mid removal that you had taken your bra off from work already. His eyes raked over your naked torso, trying to take in every curve, every freckle, every stretch mark that he could see. Before Josh’s eyes landed on you, you loved every aspect of yourself. As soon as his eyes flickered up to yours, you loved each and every flaw just a fraction of a hair more.

He looked at you like you put the stars in the sky, constructing a universe as perfect as you were. The stretch marks that lined your breasts and stomach only told Josh of how much you’ve grown, metaphorically speaking. Just like the seasons, you had changed as a person. He remembered how apprehensive you were with him at first — never allowing him to fully experience you as a person. And now here you were, in his lap, allowing him to see the deepest parts of your soul.

The second his mouth was on your skin, it felt like it was on fire. You threw your head back, pushing your chest forwards into him. You wanted more, needed it. Your hands in his hair kept him as close to you as you could get him. Any closer to you and the two of you would be sharing the same skin. His tongue glazed over the skin on your collarbones, occasionally biting the skin, leaving a mark before his tongue would swipe over it, soothing.

His hand, while his mouth was on your chest, were all over the skin of your back. His fingers dragged up and down the slight dip in your back, where your spine was. Your skin was so soft under his touch, under his tongue. His tongue swirled around your erect nipple, sending shivers through you and a moan crawled up your throat letting Josh know he was doing amazing.

You didn’t have to tell him that though. You imagined it would be incredibly hard for him to ignore the sweetness dripping from your core, soaking through your panties and the small shorts you were wearing. His hands gripped your hips upon feeling you grind down onto him.

His arms were strong wrapped around you as he flipped the two of you over, mouth moving south. His lips graced every inch of skin they could before coming distracted by the waistband of your shorts. He looked up to you, allowing you to give your consent before he helped you shimmy out of your shorts.

His lips were soft and gentle against the skin of your thighs at first, but it slowly turned into something more needy. His teeth nipped at the skin, watching and listening to your reactions as he did so. He could feel your arousal as his knuckle brushed over your clit. His mouth almost watered at the feeling. Nothing, though, could prepare him for what he would see with your cunt bare.

He may have been the one with his lips wrapped around your clit, but the man was putty in your hands. He listened to the way your body responded to his stimuli, following every order your body gave. He melted underneath your touch, allowing himself to grind his hips down in the bed when you would let out the most beautiful string of moans.

His tongue, much like it did with the skin of your torso, explored every single inch of your cunt. His eyes were closed, reveling in the way you tasted. When his eyes opened, they scanned up your body before landing on your face. If he wasn’t in the middle of making you come on his face and fingers, he would have stopped his movements to simply admire your face and the way you looked.

Your cheeks were flushed, mouth hung open slightly. Your lower back dug into your mattress, hips moving in time with his tongue. Your eyebrows knitted together when his tongue would lap over your clit, hands gripping the light blue sheets you had. When he offered you his hand, you took it; fingernails digging crescent shapes into the dorsal side of his hand. You came undone before him, whimpers leaving your lips much like they had his before.

He crawled up your body, pulling his sweats down slightly as he positioned himself over you. “No, let me.”

He let you do the rest, feeling your cold fingertips brush against his skin made goosebumps rise everywhere. Your hands explored over Josh’s front, gliding up his thighs, pressing light kisses to his hips and love handles. You wanted Josh to feel the exact same way he just made you feel, but his hands stopped you.

His thumb and pointer lightly gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him. As his lips mingled with yours once again, you could taste yourself on his tongue. You hummed at the taste, hands bringing Josh closer to you. His legs slipped between yours with ease, bare hips meeting yours. You could feel his cock against you, hard and needy.

Your legs hooked together, thighs tight against his middle. You moved your hips, allowing them to grind up against his. You didn’t have to ask him. He didn’t have to ask you. The unspoken bond you two had shown in this moment, a wandering hand moving to wrap around his cock. He groaned into your mouth, allowing you to line him up.

The second he slipped in, filling you up completely, his balls against your ass, you knew there was truly no way you could go back to the way things were. No more lazily making out while high out of your minds. No more making dinner, arms wrapped around someone’s middle. Not without that label. Not without being more than friends.

The second he started moving, you had expected nothing less. His pace was slow and deliberate. He wanted you to be able to feel him filling you completely, feeling how hard you always got him. He wanted you to know that waiting for this day was the best decision the two of you could have made. He made it worthwhile – the wait.

His fingers intertwined with yours once again, grip slightly tight as he tried to hold on. He wanted to come with you. He wanted to feel you come around his cock before he came himself. His free hand slipped between the two of you, middle fingertip circling your clit. Your free hand covered your mouth, attempting to keep the loud moans at bay, but he wanted to hear you.

Your hand was lost in the mess of his curls as you came, allowing your moans to fill the room and surpass the volume of the movie. Your moans edged him on, asking him to come too. You wanted to see his face. You wanted to see what pleasure looked like on him, dressing his cheeks in a dull pink color. Your hand untangled from his hair, brushing down the bridge of his nose. “Come for me, please.”

He came, white light blinding as his eyes screwed shut, hips stilling. His grip on your hand was tight as he came, letting your gentle touches coerce the string of moans from his lips. His face fell into the crook of your neck, breath heavy against your skin.

As soon as his breathing and heartbeat returned to normal, his lips were soft against the skin of your neck and shoulder. The knuckles of your free hand brushed against his cheekbone, the two of you falling under the blankets to sleep soundly, not waking up to any texts, alarms, any duties needed to be done on a Sunday morning.

The light shone in through the curtains, illuminating the both of you in a faint golden light. The two of you still lay tangled together, limbs, skin, touching without any gap between the two of you.

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teacher’s assistant | j. m. kiszka.

title | teacher's assistant

summary | the teacher's assistant for your class was way too hot to be able to focus in class

warnings | um yes. bitch this is smut. y'all should know me by now. 18+ pls n thx

word count | 5.6k

author’s note | i am such a slut for the idea of teacher's assistant josh. i really just ugh can’t get over it. sorry i posted this so late in the evening!! there will be a part two if everyone wants it. i have some ideas that al and i talked about in the dm's... y'all would not be mentally prepared for that (i also did not edit this in the slightest so whoopsies if u find any mistakes pretend u didn’t)

n e ways, enjoy this my beautiful people. i love you guys sm. i cannot thank you enough for every comment, like, or reblog. y'all make my day everyday :)

via out x

Film and Literature was one of the classes you were most excited for in your second semester schedule. College has been good to you so far, classes passing by with ease. Your grades had never faltered, even throughout high school you were a model student.

Once the class had started, on your first day, you realized that the Professor you had, had a teacher’s assistant. It wasn’t uncommon for teachers to have them, sometimes their students had different perspectives on different subjects within a class. Professor Steger’s TA was cute, to say the least. Every once in a while, you took a long, generous look at him sitting at a desk in the corner of the classroom. You found out on the third day of class, his name was Josh. He was a film major with a minor in English and Literature.

In addition to thriving in college, you also completely lucked out with your roommate. She was incredible, a smart and charismatic person. Her schedule almost matched yours, a class or two here and there were the only times you weren’t right beside her. “Do you want to study in the commons or in the cafe downtown?”

“Cafe downtown,” she spoke, putting her laptop in her backpack. “It’s quieter and I don’t really feel like running into my fucking BioChem professor any time soon.”

“Yeah, he always seems like he’s in a bad mood.” You joked, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. She nodded, looking at you with wide eyes. You watched as Mackenzi slipped on her shoes, following behind her out of your dorm room. You locked the door behind you and caught up to her when you could.

The walk to the coffee shop downtown wasn’t too far. Less than 10 minutes, actually. You both talked about upcoming assignments, any papers they had due. You always reviewed her papers, she always went over yours.

“Who’s that guy that keeps staring at you? The one over there with the super curly hair.” Mackenzi asked, her finger slightly pointing towards the table at the window of the cafe, two people sat there. One of them was a boy with incredibly curly hair, brown eyes and a strong nose. The other sat across from him, his hair framed his face, matching brown eyes.

“Oh, that’s Josh. He’s the TA for my Film and Literature class with Professor Steger,” you looked over at him, noticing him deep in conversation with the boy that sat across from him. “He’s actually the coolest TA I’ve had. Sometimes it seems like he knows more about film than Steger does. And that’s saying a lot. He always looks so… excited when people ask him questions about the movie than when they ask Professor Steger.”

“Damn, seems smart. He keeps staring at you, though. Maybe you should go over there and talk to him.” She brought the cup up to her lips, her fingers being warmed by her coffee.

You scoffed, but it was more of a half laugh than anything. “And say what? ‘Hey, my roommate won’t shut up about you staring at me so I came over here to shut her up’?”

“Y/N, you are so dense sometimes. Ask him something about your next paper, or your final. Don’t you have to do an in-depth analysis about a film? Ask him if he could review your paper a few times so you can really impress the professor or something.” She said matter-of-factly.

“I could,” the thought crossed your mind. Would it really be so bad? What if he wasn’t even looking at you as much as Mack said he was? “Fuck it. Fine.”

You were nervous as you walked over. You were mostly doing it to please Mackenzi, but also part of you had wondered about the possible ‘what if’s’. You stood before the two, one hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re the TA for Professor Steger, Josh right?”

“Yeah, you’re Y/N?” The boy who sat across from him looked between the two of you, sipping his drink while he pretended to check his phone.

“Yeah.” You smiled at him, about to say something when he interrupted you.

“I, uh, I read your last paper on Halloween, it was very well written. I think you really put into words the importance of that movie in the Horror genre.” He spoke, hand moving from pinching the bridge of his nose to the air, circling around attempting to gather the words he was looking for.

“Thank you,” you smiled, looking between the two of them. A small, short window of silence fell between the two of you before you decided to take Mackenzi’s advice, asking about the final. “I was actually wondering if I could have you look over my final paper a few times before I turn it in to Professor Steger? I really want to impress him.”

“Sure! Do you want to email me and set up a time to meet within the next couple weeks or something?”

“Yeah, for sure. Otherwise, I can give you my number, too, if that’s alright with you?” You noticed right away the slight tint of pink that crept up on to his cheeks. He smiled a bit, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah, here.” He handed you his phone, a new contact already pulled up. “I’ll make sure to text you so you know it’s me.”

“Alrighty. Thank you.” He nodded to you before you walked away, face slightly hot from nerves, although you didn’t seem nervous to anyone. You sat back down at the table with Mackenzi. “Don’t say a word.”

“Aren’t you glad you did that?” You didn’t give Mackenzi a death glare, per se, but it was something that closely resembled it. There was a long pause before you answered her, a sip of coffee before you spoke up to answer her question.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.”

You did not want her to be right about it, but she was. Josh had always been in the back of your mind, him being a senior and you being a freshman. The stereotypes were there, obviously, the whole “senior and freshman” thing. Josh seemed the opposite though, where the stereotype seemed to only fit towards the athletic department.

The next time you had seen Josh was your class on Wednesday. He sat at the desk in the classroom as Professor Steger taught the class. You watched him intently, the way his pointer finger swiped over his bottom lip as he watched the Professor. Once he had accidentally caught your eye, he looked away blushing. You didn’t stop watching him though.

Your mind was wandering other places that involved Josh. Sure, you had stared at Josh in class before then, but the thought of being alone with him one on one had only recently been playing in your mind. Mackenzi was simply reading your body language yesterday. If she had been in this class with you since the beginning, she’d know that you find yourself looking at Josh a lot.

You loved the way he talked about film. Space Odyssey was one of his favorites. He talked about it and referred to it in class constantly. The fire inside his eyes was organic, he was magnetic every time he spoke. Maybe not the entire class was entranced when he spoke, but you were. You hung on every word, so much so that you decided to finally watch the movie for yourself. You could see why Josh loved it as much as he did, but it wasn’t necessarily your cup of tea.

You were planning on talking to Josh after class to set up something, and you just barely caught him before he left. “Josh!”

“Y/N, hi. I’ve been meaning to text you, classes and my senior project have just been kicking my ass.” He spoke, filing his things into his bookbag.

“You’re fine! I just wanted to set up something while we’re both here, if that’s cool.”

“Yeah! Of course. Did you want to meet sometime next week? Otherwise we could meet Saturday or Sunday evening around seven-ish. I’m not sure what your weekend looks like.”

“Saturday sounds alright. We could meet at seven-thirty if you’re okay with that?” You asked, fidgeting with your hands.

“I’m alright with that, we can meet outside the building. After five on the weekends only staff is allowed to get into the building, so your card won’t work.” He spoke, writing it down quickly in his planner.

“Okay, so I’ll see you Saturday night outside?” You asked, watching him sling his backpack over his shoulder. He nodded, escorting you out of the classroom. “Alright. It’s a date.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded before walking off towards the south entrance of the building. You walked out, finding Mackenzi waiting for you with a hot cocoa.

“Class run late?” She asked, handing it to you. You hummed while taking a drink.

“No, I talked to Josh and we’re gonna meet here Saturday night at seven-thirty.”

“Girl,” she spoke, slapping your arm lightly, a big smile on her face. The look she gave you was enough to create a blush on your face, smiling a little too widely. You didn’t sweat it though, Mackenzi always gave you shit whenever you found someone new to obsess over for the next couple weeks.

That’s always how it went with you. The crushes - whatever you wanted to call them - never lasted too long; a week was the longest period of time. Her name was Cal, she was tall, brunette and played soccer for the team. You had her in your Western Civilizations class, she sat two rows ahead of you and seemingly always looked so good. It died out after she finally spoke in class, her views on the culture of the time ruining it all for you in one single sentence.

While you never formally admitted it to yourself that you had a crush on Josh, it had always been there in the back of your mind. Here and there you’d entertain the idea of what it would be like, but the fabrication of Josh in your mind had the potential to be the complete opposite. You didn’t think much more about it, the thought of Josh made your mind spiral into a million other things. Some of those things were not just about what a date with him might be like, but the aftermath.

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Friday’s class was a bore. Josh was nowhere to be found, fifteen minutes in. He was never usually late. This was his favorite class, not only to assist in, but also to learn from. He had been in this class before, his sophomore year. Professor Steger loved his contribution to the class. When Josh had been given the opportunity to TA for him, he took it.

You looked at the clock seemingly every five minutes to see if he was coming. You tried your best to focus on the Professor speaking instead of the thoughts of Josh that loomed around, but it was no use. Josh wasn’t coming today. It slightly made you sad, only because you had hoped his absence wouldn’t affect his attendance of your plans tomorrow evening.

The weekend came a little too slow for your liking. Thursday dragged on and then Friday came. You didn’t do anything Friday night except make up some bullshit for the paper you were asking Josh to help you with. You hadn’t even picked out what movie you were going to do an analysis on. You had had a few ideas in your mind, but nothing that seemed like it would make something spectacular. A few Timothee Chalamet movies, but what good is it if your main argument as to why someone should watch the movie is simply just that he’s in it.

As you walked up to the building, your nerves began to wrack up inside of you. You kept checking your phone, making sure it was seven-thirty. Maybe Josh had gotten there at seven and meant to meet at seven, when you didn’t show he left. Maybe he was running late. Maybe all the terrible things your anxiety made you think were just simply that - your anxiety. “Y/N!”

You turned around to see where the voice was coming from as well as who it belonged to. Josh was half jogging towards you, bookbag jumping slightly due to his pace. He stood in front of you, catching his breath, holding out his pointer finger to give him a second to breathe. “I was a little nervous you weren’t gonna show.”

“My roommate, who just so happens to be my twin, was talking on and on about an issue in the music department. I kept trying to get out of it, but he just never stops talking. Neither do I, but that’s not the point.” You laughed as Josh pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to the building.

You followed in after him, noticing how easy it was for him to navigate the building. While it was your second semester, you still had no idea what half of the building was. You had no idea where any of the classrooms were, especially from the front entrance. You barely paid attention, most of the time your brain was on autopilot walking to class. “Alright, Professor Steger doesn’t mind me using his office, I always find myself in here. He’s got a pretty extensive library in here for such a small space. He’s got a lot of older books, first editions and shit like that. They’re pretty cool if you’re a lover of books and other literature.”

“My mom used to read all the classics with me when I was a kid, my dad used to as well too. Although, I admit, they used to read Frankenstein with me and I always hated the beginning. It started too slow, as most books usually do.”

“They do, don’t they? I’m sure he’s got Frankenstein in here if you’d like to read it again. Maybe this time around you’ll enjoy the build up right before the climax.” He sat down in the Professor’s chair at his desk, legs spread as you pulled your laptop out of your bag. You tried your hardest to log into your computer and pull up the document you had started. All you could focus on was the way he was sitting, how fucking sexy he looked just sitting there. You gave the laptop back to him, letting him attempt to soak in the first few bits of your paper, “So--”

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” You interrupted him, Josh looked up from your computer, eyes locking with yours. Your eyes scanned up and down his figure in the chair. “I didn’t… I don’t… I’m good with my paper. I just wanted an excuse to get you alone.”

You couldn’t read his expression, mostly because your eyes were focused on the ground. You were nervous that this was a terrible idea and that Josh was about to reject you. Granted, if he did, it would be in the most respectful way possible, and you knew that. Josh wasn’t like every other dude that you knew, he was kind.

“You could’ve just asked.” He started, standing from the chair. “I think you’re breathtaking. To be honest, I guess I always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. I didn’t want to say anything to you in case you didn’t feel the same.”

“I guess we both should’ve said something then.” He was close enough to you that you could feel his breath on you. You could even taste the mintyness of his breath, eyes moving from his to his lips. He did the same, once he made eye contact with yours, though, his hand went to your arm, fingertips ghosting over the skin. “Will you kiss me?”

He nodded lightly, hand brushing past your cheek to pull your lips to his. His lips tasted like mint as well, soft and supple - just as you imagined. He licked his lips so much during class, you weren’t at all shocked when he kissed you. He licked his lips while he spoke, while he listened to Professor Steger teach, anytime you looked over at him he was licking his lips.

The way his hands felt as they pulled you closer to his body by your waist was electric. Every time the pads of his fingers brushed against any inch of bare skin, your mind filled with an entirety of different colors and shapes. Your mind painted pictures you could only describe as heaven. Here, kissing Josh, that was your own idea of personal heaven.

Your hands tangled into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots when his teeth lightly sank into your bottom lip, pulling it gently towards him. Your eyes barely opened, but the look on Josh’s face as he studied yours was ungodly sexy. His eyes pooled with lust, lips barely open, but one side twisted up into a smirk. You brought your right hand out from his hand, taking your thumb and swiping it across his bottom lip, pulling it down with your thumb before looking back up into Josh’s eyes.

The hunger that licked flames inside your belly were wicked, hot to the touch and needed to be put out. Your fingers tugged at the shirt Josh wore, pulling it and him closer to you. You let your hands roam underneath his shirt, fingers splayed out over his chest. He separated the two of you, pulling his shirt over his head. While doing so, all you could do was watch him.

Your eyes paid close attention to every detail of his skin that made itself known to you. He drove you absolutely crazy, eyes scanning you up and down as you trailed your finger through the happy trail he had that dipped below his jeans. Your eyes flicked from the button on his jeans back up to his eyes, noticing the way Josh stared at you. A subtle nod led to a smirk rising to your face, popping the button on his jeans.

You leaned against the desk as Josh shimmied out of his pants, leaving them on the floor as he went to lock the door. He picked up your thighs, setting you down on the desk behind you. His lips regained their rightful place against your neck, your arms wrapped around his. You were thankful you wore a skirt to meet with Josh, his hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers slipped your panties to the side, his middle finger diving into your folds. “Hmm. This all for me, princess?”

“Yes sir,” his eyes got darker, if that was even possible in how shitty Professor Steger’s room was lit. He got down to his knees, eyes never leaving yours once. He pressed kisses from the inside of your knees to the insides of your thighs, gently biting at the skin. Your legs were both over his shoulders, his hands wrapped around your thighs as his tongue began to tease you. “Mhm, more.”

“More what?” He asked, you whined, your hands grabbing fistfulls of his hair. “Gotta use your words, pretty girl.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, Josh’s tongue flicking over your clit. “Need your hands, need both. Mhm. Please.”

His mind, in that moment, had filled with so many instances of you begging, both on your knees, and while his mouth is wrapped around your clit. God, you had such a hold on him without even realizing it. The way you looked while moaning, his middle and ring fingers inside of you, tongue paying special attention to your clit. He loved watching your face contort in pleasure as he did so, his pride swelling. He needed more though. He needed to hear how much you were loving face-fucking him. “How good do you feel, princess? That feel good?”

“Mhm,” you nodded fiercely, your tongue running over your bottom lip. “So good. So fucking good, fuck. Love your mouth and your fingers.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he spoke into your pussy, going back to relentlessly finger you again. Your orgasm was right there, two more strokes of his finger and tongue and you would be coming undone in his mouth. When your release finally came, your vision went black, body shook throughout the whole thing. Josh held you steady against his tongue and fingers, letting you use him to ride out the rest of your orgasm.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed out, letting your body go slack, leaning into Josh who had gotten up from his knees.

“Good?” He asked, although he knew the answer.

“Mhm. Very good.” You spoke, arms lazily wrapped around his neck. “Your turn now.”

“I don’t need anything. Just wanna be inside of you, princess.” He spoke against your temple, hands rubbing over your thighs. You nodded, pulling the fabric of his boxers down his slim legs as best you could. He pulled your hands away, bringing his boxers back up over his erection. You pouted, “One second.”

He went through Professor Steger’s drawers, finding a box of condoms in the bottom drawer of his desk. He grabbed a single foil packet from the box, ripping it open and walking back over to you. “Can I put it on you?”

“‘Course, baby.” He handed it over to you. You made eye contact while you rolled the condom on. He hummed and closed his eyes lightly when you began to jerk him off a little before lining him up with your entrance.

He let out a low moan until he was deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. His hands were across your back, driving into you slow to start. It was annoying you - while you appreciated him taking his time, enjoying being inside of you, you needed something more. You needed to be fucked rough, and hard.

Almost as if Josh was reading your thoughts, his pace began to quicken, arms wrapping around your torso tightly, using your body as leverage. His hips snapped up, rolling into yours. You had to cover your mouth because you were being so loud. “Here, let me.”

Josh’s hand replaced your own, your nails digging crescent shaped marks into the tops of his shoulders. His other hand left from where it was wrapped around you to roll your nipple between his fingers, feeling you moan against his hand made him smile wide. A beautiful, blissed out smile. His smile was one of the seven wonders of the world, maybe even the universe.

His orgasm face? Even fucking better.

The pleasure you got simply from watching him get off was unbelievable. The way his face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth keeping his bottom lip hostage - it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. You swore the heavens truly blessed you with the pure sight of his face. You whispered as he continued to pile drive you through the last of his orgasm. “Hmm, so pretty.”

He returned to his knees, spreading your legs apart, using his mouth to guide you through your second orgasm, your hand violently tugging at his hair this time -- this orgasm more intense than the one before, if that was even possible.

You and Josh continued to fool around more since then. In your dorm, in his, in Professor Steger’s office again and again. Anywhere you could have him, you would. It was everything about him that you absolutely needed. You loved the way he was so attentive to your body and what it wanted. His efforts seemed effortless, the way he began to become so acquainted with your body only made you want him more.

Ever since that first night in Steger’s office, though, you could really only wear a skirt. It was all you ever wore anymore. A skirt - easy enough access for Josh to fuck you anywhere, any time. Sometimes, you’d end up wearing a skirt that was shorter than the ones you would normally wear. You did it on purpose to drive Josh absolutely wild. You knew that your thighs were his weakness.

You’d wear it to class, especially on a day you knew Professor Steger was going to be gone. Josh would be teaching, standing in front of the classroom. He’d catch a glimpse of your skirt, noticing how high it rose on your thighs. He’d trip up on whatever he was talking about, stuttering before he’d go to take a drink out of his tin water bottle. Class would end and your phone would light up from a text message from Josh, telling you to meet him in the stacks. The ‘asap’ at the end would be in all caps.

This was one of those times.

Your back was against a stack of books, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands steady on your ass to help himself hold you up. His kisses created poetry on your skin, lips leaving entire sentence fragments of gratitude against your neck. Your hands were in his hair, raking through the curls, occasionally tugging when Josh kissed over that one spot on your neck that drove you wild. “Shhh,” he put his lips against yours as you moaned, grinding your hips against his. “We don’t want anyone to find us now, do we?”

You shook your head no, his mouth replaced by his hand as the other hand was used to swirl his middle finger over your clit in circles. You moaned into his hand, rutting your hips anyway you could to be able to feel more, feel anything more. You grabbed his hand, pulling it away, “Josh, I really don’t have time for foreplay today. Either you’re fucking me, or I’m going back to working on my Midterm paper for Hann’s class.”

“Fucking you it is, my love.” He unbuckled his pants with haste, forcing them and his boxers down. You were already dripping, his dick slid right in with no issue. The loud moan that fell from your lips was quickly silenced by Josh’s hand.

God, you could do this all fucking day. You could wake up, fuck Josh. Go to class, come back, fuck Josh. Go to dinner, come back, fuck Josh. And that’s the way that it was for the entire first semester. Once break came, you and Josh had to find other means of pleasure. He went back to Michigan, you living only a few hours from campus - the two of you resorted to phone sex.

You lived for the nights you were able to hear him a mess on the phone, whimpering and groaning to the pure thought of you alone. And sure, he had pictures of you on his phone, but that wasn’t as good as being able to hear you himself.

When spring semester came around, the two of you resumed things as usual. Fucking each other anywhere and everywhere you could. You even broadened your horizons, fucking at your house, on the road to his, a beach you had stopped at along the way -- again, anywhere and everywhere. You couldn’t get enough of him, and neither could he. He swallowed up every inch of you that he could every time he was around you.

Being with Josh was truly like living a fairytale.

What you weren’t prepared for was having to spend the rest of your college years away from him. He was graduating next month and the life you had come so accustomed to living would be ripped away from you in mere weeks. It broke your heart, so much so that you didn’t even want to attend the Senior Project Event nights. Josh was up on Friday night and his project was a movie. He didn’t tell you any other details about it, all he told you was to dress nicely.

And so you did. The deep red wine color of your dress contrasted nicely with your skin tone, making your eyes pop as well. Yours really heels made you slightly taller than Josh, but not enough to create looks from the other students and faculty.

You sat next to Josh’s seat, nervous as to why you couldn’t have gone with him. You didn’t know many of the other seniors, besides his twin, Jake. Sam, his other brother, sat across from you, his best friend Danny next to him. You watched intently as Josh crossed the stage, walking up to the podium.

“Hello everyone. Thank you for coming to our Senior Project night for the Arts department. My name is Josh Kiszka, I’m graduating with a major in Film and Acting. My senior project was about the raw versions of life everyone goes through, or at least, the raw, unfiltered version of my time spent as a college student. The film you are about to watch does have some mature content, all of which has been consented to have been in this film. This piece means the world to me, especially due to an important character we meet in the latter half of the movie. Sit back, and enjoy.”

The music in the background was instantly recognizable. Sam was playing the piano, a light and pillowy tone to set the mood. You had been there when Josh was recording Sam’s piece, the way certain parts held more emotions than anything, the rush of emotions you had felt.

Josh’s voice could be heard throughout the auditorium, his voiceover going behind his first three years of college, how blurry they were and how youthful he thought he had felt. The color scheme changed once senior year came around. All of the tones were warmer, yellow and orange hues playing in the scenes. You noticed bits and pieces of trips you had taken with Josh in there, videos of you driving, you at the beach, his and your houses.

Tears began to well in your eyes.

“During those beginning years, I felt as though time was never going to slow. The world was forever going to turn and I was just going to be the way I was then, forever. Time had stilled the moment I laid eyes on her. Embers and ashes began to ignite, flames erupted and my soul finally lit up. It was her. I never thought soulmates were a thing. It seemed too perfect of a thought. And then, the universe laughed at me. They threw me a curveball; the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on was right in front of me, asking me to be hers.”

The moment was clear in your mind.

You sat in front of the television in Josh’s living room inside of his shared apartment with Jake. Your legs wrapped around his waist, curling the strands of hair around your finger, his eyes never leaving yours. It slipped out - you had no intention of telling him that you loved him before you were even a couple. “My heart has become very fond of you, Joshua Michael.”

His eyes filled with even more happiness than before, his hands grabbing your cheeks. “Mine has always yearned for you. It always will.”

Josh’s movie continued showing clips, videos of you, Jake and Sam hurling snowballs at each other, a glimpse of a movie night you and Josh had, a view from his bedroom door of you and Jake looking at baby pictures of the two of them together. A few of the clips that had made it into the movie were videos of the two of you kissing, one of them was a sneaky view of you getting off to the thought of Josh (which made your cheeks burn, but the video was edited so beautifully, it didn’t seem as dirty as most porn was -- it was almost ethereal, the way you looked from Josh’s lens).

The last and final shot of the film was from the day Josh told you about his movie.

He had made dinner, a simple and easy pasta recipe (he had Jake help him cook so he could take you on a walk in the park first). He borrowed a record player from Sam’s dorm room, playing all of your and his favorite vinyls to slow dance to.

“This was so nice, Josh. Thank you. For everything.” You kissed him softly, hands steady on his cheeks.

“You deserve the universe and more. Everyday with you feels like I’m walking through Heaven. The stars don’t even begin to compare to how beautiful you are. You’re truly a beacon of light and love, mama.”

“You are the epitome of eternal sunshine, Joshua Kiszka.”

The movie got a standing ovation which came as no surprise to any of those seated at the Kiszka table. Karen gave you a hug, noticing the tears that fell from your face. You clapped your hands as loud as you could, making eye contact with Josh as he walked across the stage and bowed. You were completely in awe of the man on that stage. He was truly the most amazing human being you had ever come to know. Josh said his thank you’s, walked off stage and came running over to you.

In an instant you were picked up and spun around, the entire auditorium still clapping. The amount of serotonin rushing through you was intoxicating, life truly couldn’t get much better than this moment. You kissed him deeply, eyes screwed shut, cheeks still slightly wet with tears. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, his around your waist. “Did you like it, mama?”

“Did I like it? I have no words on how amazing that film was, Josh. It was so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

The amount of kisses you gave him after that was nothing compared to what was waiting for him at home.

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the lion and the lamb | j. kiszka

title | the lion and the lamb

summary | in this case, who is the lion and who is the lamb?

warnings | 18+ CONTENT TO THE MAX !

there are: mentions of weapons, drugs and mentions of potentially drugging someone (no actual drugging), loose descriptions and mentions of organized crime, brief mentions of potential murder and other assaults, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), unprotected sex, slight public oral sex, mentions and descriptions of dick pics, and anything else i may have missed

word count | 6.8k+

author’s note | yall…. yall…… i can’t believe this has come to life. just... enjoy the ride LMFAO - might make this a part two, i have no idea yet

this was 110% supposed to be for @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw because i wanted to murder them w a jake smut and i didn’t tell them ANYTHING about what it entailed.. i did send a few sneak peeks in our nsfw writing chat on discord, but shit i think i needed this more than them lmfao

edited by the lovely, @screechesincoherently <3

BEFORE YOU READ, PLEASE REREAD THE WARNINGS AND ENSURE THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WANT TO READ.

Your father had been explaining to you the ways of his business for almost two years. In the two-year span, you had managed to learn the tricks of the trade. You had sat along the walls of meetings with various other gangs within the city – figuring out how everything intertwined and the reasons why everything was tied together. You studied each specific family, figuring out their members and their roles. It was another form of school for you, having notes upon notes surrounding you.

You figured out where your father’s exports came from – where your family had gotten any of the drugs, weapons, and money. Your family had close connections with a Colombian family who sold you cocaine to distribute, getting half of the profits your family made (although, your family lied about the amount, so it was more 40/60 than anything).

The Irish had a mass import of weapons that came religiously. The guns they provided could be linked to several murders of which your father ordered. The police would never be able to solve them though, the Irish are smart about their weapons trade. They had dealt weapons to your family for decades before another family had swooped in and stole their imports right out from underneath your nose.

Within those two years, you had also learned how to protect yourself. Hand-to-hand combat was something you excelled in, especially when it came to boxing and mixed martial arts. A few of the other soldiers within your family had adorned slings and bandages after fighting with you. Secretly, you thought they went easy on you since you were the boss’ daughter.

When you weren’t using your fists, your weapon of choice was always Chinese ring daggers. It was something you picked up on rather quickly – taking the life of someone with a blade was much more worthy than that of a gun. Although, you did happen to have a Desert Eagle 50AE that you happened to favor over any other gun you had been trained to shoot. Anytime you needed it, it was tucked away in your holster, itching to be fired.

With you having stayed within the dark for years, most people had thought that you had died. Your father turned cold some odd years ago, which is why most people had believed you to be dead. The only way a man goes that cold in such a short amount of time was because of a loss in the family. Which wasn’t an entire lie.

Your mother had been the one to pass away, taking with her your father’s humanity. Her death left him absolutely broken. While your father was working towards getting out of the business, he instead flung himself into his work. He worked so hard he became one of the top bosses within the city. There was only one family that rivaled your own.

The Kiszka family had been around for a long time. The family inheritance had been passed down from generation to generation. With Karen and Kelly Kiszka stepping down from power, the Kiszka twins have taken over. Their eldest sons, Jake and Josh, had been training for this their whole lives.

After gaining their Masters in Business, the twins were ready to take on what their father had left for them. The ruse their entire business was built on an auto body shop – which seemed a little too normal in comparison to who they were underneath all of the masks. The Kiszka’s under the microscope could be linked to various amounts of crime. After all, they were your biggest competitors in heroin trade. However, that wasn’t the target your father wanted to go after them for.

The first big deal in their reign was going to be a weapons deal with the Irish. And your father wanted in on that – wanted to usurp their guns from right under their noses just like they had done to your family some years ago. However, there was only a slight issue.

Your father had no idea what and when the deal was going down, but he knew it was sometime soon.

That’s where you came in.

Your job was to get that information from one of the twins – it didn’t matter who. When in the debriefing room, you found yourself drawn to one over the other. Jake Kiszka had a death stare that could kill a man and make women come on command. His twin brother did too, but he had nothing on Jake. Your mouth began to water at the sight of Jake, although you knew better than to think of it as anything other than a job.

David, your bodyguard in which your father assigned, was your getaway driver – however you needed him. The two of you had to come up with a plan together to gather the information you needed. If there was anything you had come to find out about Jake, it was that he loved beautiful women.

You, David and your father had gone over the plan almost a hundred times before the day of the operation. You were to go to the gala they were having which had been disguised as a fundraiser. While there, you were to seduce Jake and get him alone. Once you had done so, you were to knock him out via drugs or by the use of force and use his fingerprint or his facial identification to get into his cell phone where the information would be.

In and out. Simple as that.

The day of your nerves were nowhere to be seen. You smoothed out the material of your floor length dusty rose gown that hugged every part of your body just right, giving you the figure of an angel. With one last swipe of your strawberry flavored lip gloss, you left your room. The only sound you could hear in the hallway was your heels against the marble flooring. You felt powerful.

A swift left turn and you had made it into your father’s office. “You look absolutely beautiful, Dollface.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You kissed his cheek with your own, not wanting to get your lip gloss on him. “Is David ready?”

“Just about, I believe,” he spoke, but was cut off with the sound of his phone ringing on his desk. He sighed begrudgingly and answered it. His voice was curt, making it known he was irritated with whomever called. “Jesus Christ. Fuckin’ put some bullets in his kneecaps til he talks. He knows something.”

You pulled your cell from the little golden clutch your father had gotten you on your sixteenth birthday. You scrolled through the text messages you had from various friends and other family members, pulling out David’s contact.

“You better come quick. I am not going to be late to this event.”

“You’re fashionably late to every meeting. You’ll be fine.”

You rolled your eyes at his message, about to put it back in your clutch before it pinged again.

“You just think the target is hot.”

He wasn’t wrong. Jake Kiszka was hot. There was no doubt about that.

The car ride to the venue where this was being held was a little longer than you wanted it to be, but it gave you time to make sure you had everything in order. Hidden within your clutch was a switchblade your father gifted you as a child. Your mother was not fond of you having a knife, but the look on your face of pure happiness had helped set her feelings aside. Everything else in there was mundane; a cellphone, lip balm, a compact mirror, and a pack of gum.

There were many photographers outside of the building, wanting to get a peek inside. You figured there would be a few inside, for publicity. The mayor had stood in front of you, standing with his wife and his two children as they got their pictures taken. You had snuck in through a side door, not wanting to be photographed.

The entire ballroom was decorated with light pink chiffon strung up against the walls and doorways. You swore that the attention to detail was very minimal – only effort being put in towards the stage where a podium sat and the tabletops had decorations sat in the middle of them, a small bouquet of white and pink roses.

A band sat towards the back of the room, playing lightly while everyone conversed and found their way to their tables. Your eyes scanned the entire floor looking for Jake, seeing if you could find him without needed to look for his twin too. You imagined the two of them wouldn’t be anywhere near each other – not needing to be for business purposes.

Your eyes finally landed on Jake, seeing him talking to the mayor. You walked over, grabbing a champagne flute from a server’s tray and took a sip. You licked your lips slightly, lip gloss smearing onto the glass. Jake’s eyes flickered to you as he noticed you walking towards him, continuing to talk to the major. You stood carefully next to them, patiently waiting for the right time to interrupt their conversation. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything too important.”

“Not at all. We were just discussing some detailing I need done on my car.” The mayor spoke, putting a firm hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Did you need to speak to him?”

“No, not really. Just wanted to do a bit of flirting before the whole thing starts, but I can always come back later.” You shot Jake a wink and began to sit down at one of the tables. You pulled out a compact from your clutch, using the mirror to look at the floor behind you in the general direction of where Jake and the mayor were standing. You couldn’t find him, which prompted a frown to form on your face.

“You wanted to flirt with me?” He asked, sitting down next to you.

“I did.”

“And why would that be?” He asked, putting his elbows on the table, searching for a motive within your eyes.

“Because I think you’re very handsome, Mr. Kiszka.” You took another sip from your flute, feeling the fizz on your tastebuds. Your eyes locked with his, seeing a slightly cocky smirk rise to his face. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

The casual flirting between the two of you carried on through dinner, to which Josh and another one of Jake’s brothers had joined you at the table. You had learned his name was Sam and that he was very uninterested in his father’s business, being immersed in studies of the universe and its secrets. If it wasn’t for the mission in front of you, you would’ve actively tried to go home with Sam instead. You heard Jake whisper as you were busy asking the waiter for another drink, “Boys, she’s mine.”

The waiter handed you a double vodka and cranberry, placing it down in front of you while you thanked him silently. You turned back to the conversation, noticing the shift in tone between the three of them. It was almost as if they were competing for your attention. You easily slid the conversation through various topics, trying to focus on the other two rather than Jake. You noticed the way Jake’s patience wore thin. “I think it’s very interesting that you’re studying astronomy, Sam. I am a lover of space myself.”

“Are you? Do you have any other loves?”

“A few,” you started, a brief intermission to take a sip from your glass. “I have a passion for nature; geology is something I’ve thought about studying, but I have to take over my father’s company when he eventually retires, so it’s more of a hobby now.”

“What does your father do?” Josh asked curiously.

“Something boring. He hasn’t told me much, won’t let me know a single thing until I finish school.” You lied straight to their faces. Silently, you thanked the band as they began to play louder, making an idea pop into your head. “Would one of you like to dance with me?”

Just as Sam was about to say something to you, Jake interjected. He stood from his chair and extended his hand out towards you. “May I?”

You took his hand and smirked to yourself. You gave the boys a little wave over your shoulder, smiling to them before turning your attention back to Jake.

How fitting – the song that began to play as you and Jake made your way to the floor. With a hand in his, you turned towards him, your throat slightly becoming dry at the thought of being so close to him. “I put a spell on you.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, leg stretching out behind you as you slowly sunk lower. You could feel the stares from everyone in the room. It didn’t take much, though. The palpable tension between the two of you was probably one of the other reasons nobody could stop looking. You dancing with Jake alone was the first – he had never made public appearances with anyone. There had never even been any rumors of secret girlfriend or anything. Jake Kiszka had sworn off from dating – at least to your knowledge.

His hand was warm against the skin of your back, guiding you through the motions of the dance. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Jake was fucking pretty. So fucking pretty you could absolutely devour him right this second if he gave you the chance. “If you keep looking at me like that, my dear, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you. Or my lips, for that matter.”

“Whoever said you had to?” You asked pressing the lightest kiss to the conjunction of where his jaw met his neck. He almost stumbled on your feet, clearing his throat as he messed up. Your leg slid up the back of his teasingly. He inhaled deeply before he heard you speak into his ear, your voice laced with a taunting tone, “You’re getting sloppy, Mr. Kiszka.”

“I’m getting hard, angel.” He whispered into your ear through gritted teeth.

“I’m not really acting like much of an angel right now, sir.” You smirked to yourself, knowing full well Jake could probably guess your expression.

“No, but I bet your moans will sound heavenly when I wreck you later.”

“Would you like to go somewhere a little more private and find out?” He almost came to a complete stop, halting your dance. You could feel the vibrations of the wheels in his mind turning, pondering over the best course of action.

“And where would that somewhere be?” He questioned.

“I have a hotel room here tonight. Although, I’ll be quite frank. Someone as handsome as you could take me just about anywhere.” You whispered into his ear before you left him alone on the dance floor.

You knew he would follow you, which is why you were not shocked when you were pressed up against the elevator wall. His hands were firm on the sides of your neck, hips pressing into yours. With the sudden onset of kisses, you barely had any time to react, arms slightly flailing before you finally kept your arms at his waist, sliding underneath his jacket. You pulled his hips into yours, his lips separating from your own to let out a low moan.

“You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” He asked, keeping his hips against yours as his breath fanned over your face. You could still taste the champagne.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.” You whispered and pushed him off of you as the door opened to your floor. He was hot on your heels, waiting for you to open the door to your hotel room as fast as you possibly could.

The room in general was supposed to be used to put Jake in. If you were going to use drugs in order to knock him out, you were going to need a place to put him. Not to mention, you had studied the schematics of the building for a week in preparation – knowing where all of the cameras and exits were is crucial in missions like this.

The second the door was open his hand gripped the back of your arm and shuffled the two of you inside. Your back was pressed against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. His tongue mingled with yours once again, hands firm as they held you – one at your waist and the other against the door. Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging on the roots, pulling his head away from your own.

Your lips slid easily against his jaw, working your way to his neck. He breathed heavily as you licked a stripe up his neck, sucking his earlobe into your mouth, nibbling on it slightly. His hand traveled up your back, hand landing on your neck. He gripped the back of it tightly, pulling your mouth away from him much like you had done to him.

“I’ll get on my knees for you. Not to pray, but you will be worshipped.” He whispered against your ear, decorating your neck with open mouthed kisses, tongue soothing any skin that he bit. Your body shivered in anticipation as a groan fell from your lips. His mouth traveled south, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Your hand flew to the back of his head as he began to kiss over your dress, right on your mound. The feeling of his fingers sliding underneath your dress was something you got used to very quickly. He pushed the material of your dress just enough where he could easily see your panties.

His fingers danced along the waistband. His fingers felt cool against how hot your cunt was – dripping for him, soaking your underwear. He hummed, his middle phalange brushing past your clothed clit, settling at the base of your cunt. He looped his finger into the front of your underwear, pulling them down your legs. He helped you step out of them, letting your dress fall back down.

You were about to ask him to unbuckle your heels for you, but you kept quiet upon feeling his lips against the inside of your knee. Your breathing became more and more labored as you felt his lips go higher and higher. Just as they were about to touch your dripping cunt, he hesitated – feeling his breath instead. He blew on your core intentionally, soaking in the way your breathing faltered.

You attempted to push your hips off of the door and towards his face. He simply chuckled at your action, using one of his hands to keep your hips from moving. He collected the bottom of your dress in his hands, thrusting them towards you, “Hold this for me, will you dear?”

You complied, keeping the ends of your dress tight against your torso. Your chest heaved in anticipation, wanting Jake to put his mouth on you, touch you – do something.

Your prayers would soon be answered by Jake’s tongue licking up your thigh. When his tongue had stopped, just next to your cunt, he began to suck and bite into the skin – leaving a nice little reminder of your time together.

His hands pinned your hips down as his tongue finally touched you where you wanted him. Your hand went to tangle itself into his hair, but his hand gripped your wrist. He threatened with dark eyes looking up from between your legs, “You touch, I stop.”

You nodded back to him, tilting your head back against the door as Jake resumed pleasuring you with his tongue. His tongue drew out moans that came from deep within your chest. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, fingernails dragging down slightly. One of his hands strayed from your hips, knuckle brushing the inside of your thighs.

The minute he added his fingers into the mix, your head tried to press into the door even harder, but there was nowhere else to go. Your knuckles turned white as you held your dress so tight – not being able to touch Jake was torturous. One of his fingers slipped inside of you, a drawn out swear fell from your lips, “Fuck.”

You felt dizzy – so fucking lightheaded the closer you got. You were lucky Jake was underneath you; he was the only thing keeping you from crumbling to the floor. He had slipped in another finger; the added pleasure of another digit made your brain melt. Little whimpers slipped past your lips in response to being able to feel Jake smirking against you.

You couldn’t even comprehend what was waiting for you when Jake actually got to fuck you.

Your eyes squeezed shut so tight, all you had seen was a blinding white light. Your thighs began to shake, moans became louder and louder. Jake’s fingers moved faster inside of you, as did his tongue as it flicked rapidly against your clit. The hand that remained on your hip kept you sturdy against the door as your orgasm wracked through you.

His fingers began to slow, keeping a slower pace to allow you to ride out your orgasm on your own. He removed his tongue slowly, leaving sloppy kisses around your clit until he left one last one on your thigh. He waited until your breathing slowed to its normal rhythm before he pulled his fingers from your cunt.

He kissed up your stomach, pulling your dress from your hands. He let it fall to the floor as he put his knee between your two legs. The kisses he pressed to your cheeks were light, keeping you on Earth. Your head was in a daze – mind hidden deep within the clouds of lust you were currently swimming through. “You alright, angel? Didn’t wear you out too much already?”

“Are you gonna keep talking or are you going to fuck me?” Your voice was slurred slightly, almost as if you were drunk. You barely had anything to drink. If your memory served you right, you had abandoned half of a vodka cranberry back in the ballroom.

“So impatient.” He murmured to nobody in particular before walking the two of you back towards the hotel bed. He pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress while his lips occupied your own. You pulled away from him and sat on the bed as soon as your dress fell to the floor. You undid the buckle of each of your heels and slid them off.

You shuffled backwards onto the bed until your back hit the pillows. You watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt. You figured he was doing it slowly for your benefit. As soon as the shirt was slipped off of his shoulders, he threw it onto a nearby chair. Your eyes scanned and focused intensely on the skin that was now in the light of the hotel room.

You hoped to God your mouth wasn’t hanging open due to the fact that you were staring so hard at Jake’s body. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched Jake remove his shoes and pants as well. It didn’t shock you when you saw Jake’s black boxers underneath his black dress pants – he was too predictable.

He crawled over to you, nudging your legs apart with his hand. He settled between them, running his thumb over your bottom lip. He looked down at your figure, how ready and open you were for him. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling his hips into yours. His moans were beautiful, as soon as his clothed cock hit your cunt. Your hands pulled at the back of his neck, tugging his lips towards your own.

You wasted almost no time, the hunger for his cock inside of you was driving you crazy. Your body burned for his touch, to feel him fill you up. One of your hands traveled away from his neck, sliding down his torso before rubbing his cock over his boxers. He pulled away from you, heavy breathing, “You want it?”

“Mhmm.” You spoke, slipping his boxers down his legs slightly before you pulled him out. You brought your hand to your mouth, collecting some of your spit in your palm, beginning to jerk him a little. He let out a soft groan into your neck.

“Where do you want it angel?”

“I think you know where.” You whispered back, brushing the tip of his dick through your folds.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered underneath his breath as he began to insert himself into you. You through your head back slightly at the sensation, already loving the way he felt. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back into you once more.

“You don’t have to be gentle, sir, I won’t break.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

As soon as those words left Jake’s lips, his pace became relentless. His teeth sunk into the skin on your shoulder, muffling himself. Your hands occupied Jake’s hair, tugging and pulling in an attempt to get Jake as close to you as possible. You tried to keep your curses to yourself, but it was almost impossible.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping the other one at his waist. You let out a screamed with the change of position, not meaning to be as loud as you were. Jake brought a hand up to your mouth, leaving enough room below your nose for you to breathe out of. He fucked into you, hard and fast.

Tears of intense pleasure threatened to spill from your eyes, loving every single second of Jake filling you completely and then taking it all away – only to be whole again a split second later. You surely were becoming dizzy as you were before, but this was a whole other level.

Fucking Jake was something else. Compared to all the other people you had slept with before, they were no match for Jake. He hit the places within you that would forever be tied to your soul and engraved in your brain. You didn’t think anyone in this world would be able to fuck you the way Jake was. “Holy fuck, Jake, right there.”

Your hand slid between the two of you, fingers circulating your clit rampantly. The familiar orgasmic haze was beginning to set within you, the knot within your lower belly grew tighter and tighter. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, making him moan into your ear. “Shit,” he spoke through gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows, “I’m gonna come, fuck. Where do you want me to come?”

“Anywhere, Jake, I don’t fucking care,” you whined. “I’m so fucking close.”

The second your orgasm hit you, it felt as if though you were transcending through time – all of your senses blurred together. You could hear colors and see sounds. You could feel Jake pull out of you, jerking himself until he spilled onto your stomach. He slid to one side, catching his breath. “Let me grab a towel, quick.”

You didn’t expect him to wipe his come off your stomach. It didn’t seem like he was one of those people, but Jake was full of surprises.

He slipped into the bathroom and began to run the shower. He asked if you wanted to join him, but you just stayed stayed in the bed, telling him you’ll be fine. You pulled his button up from the chair, threading all of the buttons through their respective holes. You searched through Jake’s jacket pocket and found a pack of cigarettes.

You unlocked and slid the door to the balcony opening, stepping outside as you had Jake’s pack of cigs in your hand. You pulled one out, putting it between your lips as you lit it up.

You sat in one of the chairs on the balcony, waiting for him to join you from the bathroom. Cigarette betwixt your fingers, you sit there in his button-up. All you needed him to do was go to sleep – that was it. If he fell asleep, you could put his fingerprint into his phone and get the information you needed for your father.

This certainly wasn’t part of the plan – having sex with him.

“I almost thought you had left already.” He spoke, bringing you away from your thoughts.

“And miss out on round two?” You smirked up at him, licking your lips as you looked at him fresh out of the shower. His hair was wet, water droplets falling onto his chest and back. You take a drag of your cigarette. “Not a chance, Jakey.”

“Who said there would be a round two?” He asked, leaning against the frame. You put your cig out on the ashtray on the small table next to your chair. You stood in front of him, putting a hand on his abdomen.

“I was hoping for round two.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, sinking down to your knees. You were thankful he decided not to put his dress pants back on, leaving him in just his boxers. His hands collected your hair and held it within his fist, using his teeth to slip the hair tie he wore on his middle finger off. He wrapped the hair tie around your hair, the messy bun he had given you had already begun to tilt to one side.

The second your mouth wrapped around him after removing him from his boxers, he hummed in appreciation. Your tongue swirled around his head, before you took hold of him and licked up the underside of his cock. He groaned, pushing his hips forward a bit as one of his hands found your hair. You taunted him with his own words, spitting them back at him with a cocky smirk, “You touch, I stop.”

“Cheeky.” Jake gave you a fake smile. It was quickly wiped from his face by your mouth wrapped around his cock once more. His eyebrows pulled together the second his tip touched the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes and you tried your hardest to keep it together. Today was not the day where you particularly wanted your gag reflex to act up.

You breathed in and out through your nose, trying to focus on the way that Jake looked. You loved the way that Jake looked while painted in pure bliss. His mouth hung open slightly, chest heaving, tongue swiping over his bottom lip much like his tongue did to yours earlier. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

His fingers threaded through your hair’s terrible bun, tugging at the roots of your hair. You hummed around him, knowing that he had lost whatever game it was that the two of you were playing. You pulled your mouth off of him, smirking as you wiped some spit from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, “You touched me.”

“Fuck, love, come on. I’m almost there,” he spoke hurriedly, replacing the feeling of your mouth with his hand as best he could. “Please, please let me finish.”

“Nobody ever said you couldn’t come in my mouth, Jake, I just told you that I would stop touching you.” You winked at him, watching him finally connect the dots. He aimed his cock towards your open mouth, jerking his dick until he felt the urge to come. His breathing truly faltered now, being able to audibly hear it from your knees.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spoke lightly, huffing as his salty come finally touched your throat. The groans that came from him were stored in a secret part of your brain that would only come alive in the night time – as nobody is around you, with a hand in your underwear thinking about Jake.

You had stood up from your knees, walking past Jake to go inside. You removed Jake’s button up, climbing into bed. The sheets felt so comfy wrapped around you. Jake collected himself and shut the sliding door behind him, locking it. You felt him slip beside you, wrapping an arm around your middle. “Would it be too much to ask you to get breakfast in the morning?”

“You already know how this will end, Jake,” you whispered, brushing a finger down the slope of Jake’s nose. He didn’t seem so scary close up – neither did any of his brothers. Maybe that’s why they could get away with so much. “They always end like this.”

“I suppose they do. Although, I was hoping you were going to be more than a one-night stand.”

“I’ll see you again someday, Jake. This will not be the last time.” You lied through your teeth. You had no intention of seeing him after this. Mostly because you knew deep down that seeing Jake again could very easily mean that a hit would issue for you. He’d eventually find out that you had stolen information from him. He’d trace back the ambush to you and your little ruse.

You had waited until his breathing fell under the guise of sleep. You slid out of the bed easily, being careful not to wake Jake. You grabbed his phone from the bedside table, looking to see if it was a fingerprint phone or facial recognition. You held the phone up to his face, hoping to God it would go through although he was sleeping.

Once it unlocked you scoured through his messages and contacts. You found the information you were looking for and took a quick picture of it. You were curious as you held Jake’s unlocked phone in his hand. You quickly swiped out of the Messages app and landed on his Photos.

You scrolled through all of them, seeing various pictures of him and his brothers doing various things; a few pictures they were all sporting cigars, some of them had beers in their hands and in some of them they held both. The pictures that really intrigued you were the ones of just Jake – phone held out as he took a mirror selfie of him naked.

His body looked as it did before you, fit but not too much where any abdominal muscles were defined. The picture in itself was better than any of the dick pics you had ever gotten before. His face was like stone, giving barely an expression as if he took it without any effort; as if he hadn’t taken and retaken this picture a hundred times – keeping this one, and only this one from all the ones he had originally taken.

His cock was pretty, standing tall with arousal. You swiped through the photos, hoping that there was a series of them behind the one you landed on. And much to your approval, there was. In the other photos he had, a firm hand was wrapped around his cock, the veins in his hands protruding – which caught your attention right away aside from how pretty his cock was.

Next there was a video of which you played as soon as you were out of earshot. You turned the volume up on his phone slightly, making a mental reminder to turn it back down before putting it back on the nightstand. His breathy moans sounded familiar to you, having just heard them yourself. He was fucking ethereal as he came, cum dripping onto his hand before the video ended just after you had heard a low “fuck” come from Jake.

Before you went any further, you returned his Photos to the main menu, locking it before you put his phone back exactly where he left it on the nightstand. Your breathing was heavy and you swallowed thickly, crawling underneath the covers next to Jake. He had felt the dip in the bed you had created, pulling your body close to his as he turned around.

You let sleep overcome you until the morning when you woke up before Jake. You thanked your lucky stars and carefully removed yourself from the bed. Somehow, within the night, Jake had ended up pulling you completely on top of him in his sleep. You definitely slid off of him when you realized what position you were in.

The insides of your thighs ached as you stood up from the bed, but you put the thought and the pain aside to hurry the fuck up, and get the fuck out of there. You found your dress on the floor and pulled it up your body and zipped it to the best of your ability.

You pulled the little notepad that belonged to the hotel from the desk, and with the hotel pen, you scribbled a little note onto it. The note you wrote was a quote from someone you couldn’t remember the name of, “One night stands are like chess, only the loser demands a rematch.” You had also mentioned that you would see him again (for his benefit) with a little wink in your cute, slightly boyish handwriting.

You left it by his cellphone and looked around the room for your shoes. Once you slipped on your shoes you threw your hair up into a bun to get it all out of the way.

With a single text to your phone, David had let you know that he was outside waiting for you. David sat in the driver’s seat, impatiently waiting for you to make your way to the lobby. You hopped into the back of the SUV and immediately removed your shoes as the door closed. “Did you get the information?”

“Good morning to you, too, David.” He rolled his eyes and huffed out disappointingly. “Yes, I know where the drop is gonna be. I took pictures of his messages, I’ll let father know.”

You slipped the straps of your dress down your arms. Slipping on an old university sweatshirt, you dialed the phone number for your father, letting it ring. With the phone between your cheek and your shoulder, you shimmied on a pair of athletic shorts.

“Hello, Dollface.” He answered affectionately.

“Hi, Daddy. I got the information you wanted.” You smiled, taking the phone in your hand. “I’ve got it all on my phone.”

“That’s a good girl. You want in?” He asked, already knowing your answer. You giggled into the phone, confirming his suspicions.

“You know I do.”

“You’ve got it. As soon as you get back, we’ll have a meeting with the team. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you when I get back. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye.” David sneered as soon as you hung up the phone call with your father. You gave him an inquisitive look.

“I can’t believe you fucking slept with the target.”

“I did what I had to do to get the information from our target, David. It doesn’t matter how I got the information, all that matters is that I got it.” You climbed into the front seat from the back, managing to not kick David in the face. “You couldn’t have picked a different vehicle? My dad has like twenty.”

“Why would I pick a different car?”

“I don’t know... I feel like it looks super fucking suspicious having me get into a black SUV leaving the hotel in the dress I wore last night. Most Uber’s are just... normal cars.”

“This is a normal car, Y/N, I don’t get what you mean.”

“Okay, whatever. Doesn’t matter anyways, we’re twenty minutes from home.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled through various social media sites until you were safely back in the driveway of your home.

***

Your father had gotten the shipment of guns that was meant for the Kiszka family. It had was the second mission you had ever been allowed to be on without your father present in any way, shape or form. You walked around the house like top shit after that.

Weeks later, you had gotten an invitation to a meeting with your father and the Kiszka family. You had swallowed thickly before walking into the restaurant your father had told you to come to. It was a sweet Italian place that had been open for years – the family who owned it originating from Italy.

You straightened up your posture, walking over to the table with false confidence carrying you. He looked up from the restaurant table, finally looking at something other than his phone. He was met with your gaze, to which his eyes opened wide. His lips parted slightly while his tongue brushed over his bottom lip. He stood from his chair, extending out his right hand. “We meet again.”

“I told you we would.” You slipped your hand into his and watched closely as his lips pressed a light kiss to your knuckles.

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GUITAR SOLO SERIES (2)

the barbarians | samuel kiszka

when sam got accepted into the university of michigan for astronomy and astrophysics, it was the best day of his life. for y/n y/l/n, it was too, getting accepted to her dream school for marine biology. what happens when the their two worlds collide under a cloud of smoke?

word count ↦ 7.2k

nsfw content 18+ ; this fic will contain the following ↦ drugs, alcohol, smut (unprotected sex, oral sex - f. receiving, fingering), mentions of a shitty relationship with a father, drug abuse.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THE WARNINGS.

author's note ↦ ahhh welcome to sam's guitar solo series fic. sorry this took so mf long. this semester was grueling, but now the summer’s here & i can focus on work and fic writing. thank you for putting up w it for so long :) i hope you guys like this !!!

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS ONE MORE TIME BEFORE YOU CONTINUE READING. BE MINDFUL OF THE MINDSET YOU ARE IN AND MAKE SURE YOU ARE FULLY ABLE TO READ THE FIC BEFORE CONTINUING - THERE WILL BE ANOTHER WARNING BEFORE THE POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING PART OF THIS FIC.

You were met with an overwhelming smell of weed the second you opened the door on the first floor of the Merriman dorm hall. It almost made you cough if it wasn’t slightly comforting to you. You laughed to yourself, knowing that there were a select few people who were responsible for the smell. You welcomed yourself into Silas’ room, noticing a couple of new faces in the room.

On his bed, was him and two other guys you didn’t know. Jake sat on Silas’ desk and Josh sat on the chair. On his roommate’s bed were Lincoln and Robbie. You pulled your backpack off of your shoulders and set it down on the desk. You laughed, sitting on his roommate’s desk with your feet tucked underneath your legs, “Wow, what a fucking sausagefest.”

“Should’ve come earlier – Jess came by.” You pretended to throw up, grabbing your grinder and some weed from your bag. “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“She’s such a fucking pick me girl, Si, she irritates the fuck out of me. Not to mention, she’s slept with everybody in our class. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s moved on to the little freshmen.” The two guys you didn’t know shared looks between Silas as well as the twins and started laughing.

“Danny, here, has already become freshman victim number one.” Silas threw his hand on Danny’s shoulder, making him shrug it off and pout slightly. All of you that filled the room laughed, making Danny’s cheeks turn pink.

“We went on one date and we didn’t even have sex.” He grumbled with his arms crossed over his chest. You laughed at him, finding his pouting cute.

“Awe, Danny, it’s okay. I won’t let her take your innocence.” You spoke, checking on the weed within your grinder. You put it next to you, pulling out your rolling tray and a rolling paper. Silas chuckled at you, noticing that your rolling paper was red. “Laughing at my papers, Silas?”

“Always.”

“Be careful, little boy. I won’t let you smoke any of this weed.” The boys all watched as you rolled your joint, some soft music playing from someone’s phone. Although, it was slightly hard to hear over the lounge party coming from down the hall. You could hear them yelling as they probably played beer bong and made potential pledges chug their body weight in beer.

You could feel eyes on you as you brought the paper up to your lips, licking the edge of it. You twisted the end quickly, silently thanking yourself for coming prepared so you didn’t have to fuck around much with the filter. You brought it up to your lips, grabbing your vibrant blue lighter out of your bag. You puffed on it a few times, allowing the fire to burn through the twisted end pretty quickly. You took a few hits, passing it along to Josh. He had become your smoking buddy after your first party on campus.

He found you on the roof of the building, of which you vowed to never tell anyone just how you ended up there. He laughed at you, passing you the joint he had just sparked up. The two of you talked a bit, mostly about college and the never-ending anxiety surrounding the future and not knowing where you want to go, what you want to do. Josh had pumped your mind chock full of his spirituality – letting the world take you wherever it wanted to.

Jake joined you a select few times, opting to spend most of his time in the all-girls dorm hall. He had found himself a little plaything who lived on the third floor; barely knew her name, but definitely knew her room number. Occasionally, he’d find the two of you after, making a suggestive comment about the two of you before sitting on the opposite side of you.

It was mostly just you, Silas, and Josh. Silas you had met when you had one of your first few classes, sitting next to him with an extra coffee. You offered it to him, telling him that it was supposed to be for someone else, but they ditched. He smiled, taking it from you. From that day, the two of you would constantly bring each other coffee from the Starbucks on campus that was hidden within the Commons.

Danny, you had never seen him before tonight. And the friend who sat next to him, you had never seen before either. Jake passed the joint to him though, kicking him with the bottom of his foot. He muttered out a ‘fuck you’ under his breath, immediately bringing the joint up to his lips. He sure was pretty though.

You grabbed the joint from Danny after he took a hit, making Silas groan. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Let’s not forget that you made me do all of your papers last semester during organic chem just because you didn’t feel like doing them.”

“New semester, new slate?”

“No, Silas. Unless you want to do all of my papers this semester.” You spoke, taking another hit. He groaned, head hitting the wall behind him. “I’m dead serious.”

“I know you are, just let me think about it.” He grumbled. You giggled at him, handing the joint over to Lincoln, sitting back down on Silas’ roommate’s desk. Your legs hung down, heels hitting the drawers. You hummed along to the Jack Johnson song that came through the phone, lost in your own little world.

You could feel eyes on you, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. There were more guys in the room than there were girls. You figured it was Josh, doing the normal weird stare thing he normally did. It was a blank stare, having too many thoughts racing to get to the front first, so technically he wasn’t looking at you, but through you.

Robbie passed the blunt along to you, shooting a kiss your way. “Fuck outta here,” you laughed, taking the blunt from between his two fingers. “What have you got for beer in here?”

“Oh fuck,” you heard Lincoln groan.

“Don’t tell me you forgot to grab beer at the store.” You threw your head back, letting it hit the wall behind you softly.

“We might have forgotten to buy beer at the store.” Robbie spoke between fits of laughter, noticing your frustration and disappointment.

“I–”

“We’ve got beer back in our room, right, Sammy?” So that’s what his name was, you thought to yourself. “Yeah, I’ll go run and grab some. It’s Busch Light, I hope that’s fine with you.”

“Yeah, that’ll work I guess.”

“Do you guys want to come with me? I can’t carry all the cans by myself and if I get caught with alcohol my parents will kill me.” Danny chuckled, sliding off of Silas’ bed. They all agreed, Sam offers to stay behind to smoke some more with you.

“I’m not really feeling like going for a walk right now, I’ll keep our lovely lady company.”

“Such a flirt, Sam.” You winked towards him, hopping onto Silas’ bed with your backpack. They waved goodbye to you, promising to come back with a shit ton of beer for all of you to enjoy. You grabbed out more weed, setting everything down on his lap as if it was a tray.

You laid your head on his lap as soon as you had stuffed everything back into your bag, allowing him to thread his fingers through your hair. The two of you passed the joint back and forth, keeping a comfortable silence between the two of you. The music had changed, Sam throwing on some Velvet Underground while you hummed lazily. He inhaled, speaking “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

“I am well aware of that, Sam. You’re pretty, too.”

“You think so?” He blew the smoke out of your face with a turn of his lip. You nodded, fingers coming up towards his face. Your finger dragged upwards on the bridge of his nose, brushing your fingers over his eyebrows. He took another drag from the joint you rolled, holding it in his lungs. He put it on Silas’ desk, making sure it had been put out before coming back to you.

He bent over as best he could, bringing your face up to his. You parted your lips out of instinct, feeling the softness of his pink ones ghost over yours. The lets the smoke travel from his lips to yours, inhaling as much as you could. You held it in your lungs for a few seconds before blowing it out and getting onto his lap.

Your fingers tangle through the hair at the nape of his neck, bringing his lips to your own. He tasted like Jolly Ranchers, aside from the weed. He smells fucking fantastic and the way his hands feel on your bare skin makes you feel like you’re on fire. It’s quick-paced, hands moving all over your back, whines very briefly slipping past your lips.

You move your hips against his own, making sure you elicited some sort of response out of Sam, wanting to hear how pretty he sounded in comparison to how pretty he was. “Fuck,” he whimpered, bringing his lips to your neck. His teeth gently bit into the skin, attempting to avoid leaving bruises.

“Don’t hold back on me, Sammy.” His teeth dig deeper into the flesh of your collarbone, ensuring that you would wake up with a decent bruise. He helped you out of your shirt, tossing it onto the floor. His tongue licked up the column of your neck, making you pull at the roots of his hair.

His fingers toy with the clasp of your bra, unhooking it easily. You go to make a snarky comment about his ease with the task, but it was quickly swallowed up by a moan ripping from your lips as his mouth attaches itself to your nipple, bra lost to the floor.

He grinds his hips down on yours, making you both moan. You tip your head back into Silas’ pillow, his lips reattaching to your neck. His kisses travel down your skin, tongue swirling around your nipple. He nibbled lightly, rolling the bud between his teeth.

“Fuck, Sammy, touch me please.” You whined, moving your hips in search of some friction.

“So impatient,” he whispered against your skin, lips just above your navel. His fingers dug down your leggings, nails against your skin. You hummed in response, watching him settle between your legs, hands gripping your thighs from the back. You wait for him to do something – to touch you, lick you, suck you – something.

His tongue is firm as it licks upwards, swirling his tongue around your clit. The moan that comes from deep within your chest is low and long. The more his tongue moved, the more praise you gave him, tangling your hand in his hair and pushing his face into your pussy. His hands pin your hips down, making sure they don’t move.

He’s situated between your legs, tongue mercilessly peeling moans from you, eyes staring into yours. That’s what gets you so unbelievably wet – seeing him enjoy what he was doing, eating you like it was the last thing he would ever do. He moaned into your pussy every single time you tugged on his hair just a bit too hard, but he never stopped you; he liked when you pulled his hair as hard as you could at times.

Your orgasm is approaching, your thighs shaking slightly as the strength of the orgasm builds. Your mind is elsewhere, focused on the fact that you had this random guy between your legs, skillfully and tactfully building this jawbreaking orgasm for you, not that the guys had been outside, listening to you moan as Sam’s mouth is wrapped around your clit, his middle and ring finger buried deep within you. “Fuck, Sammy, faster, fuck, fuck.”

He removes his mouth from your cunt, fingers moving faster as he messily kisses up your chest. You bring his face up to yours with your hands steady on his cheeks. You whine onto his lips before kissing him, preaching to him how wonderful he was doing. “You’re so good at this, Sammy, would have you eat this pussy all day.”

“Pussy’s so tight for me, can feel you around my fingers, baby, just come already,” he whispered into your ear, biting at your earlobe. “Come for me, please? Just for me?”

The moan that comes from your mouth is loud and relatively deep. Your thighs shook, your body convulsed and your cheeks flushed red. Your breathing was heavily erratic and while you tried to keep your eyes on Sam, you couldn’t, eyes screwed shut tight. The only thing that kept you from dozing off was Sam’s lips on your shoulder, his brief whispers reminding you that you were in Silas’ bed, “How embarrassing that your first time eating me out was in Silas’ bed.”

“First time?”

“Unless you want this to be your last time.” You looked at him, throwing your clothes back on with wobbly legs.

“Nah,” he spoke, passing you his shirt. “This definitely won’t be the last time.”

And it sure as hell wasn’t.

Whenever you went to some party, or back to Silas’, Sam was always there. The two of you would sneak off somewhere, get a quickie in before heading back to the party. You always ended up back with him in bed, whether it be yours or his.

At one party in particular, Sam had you trapped in the bathroom, bending you over the sink with his hand covering your mouth. He pounded into you relentlessly, at some point you had tears in your eyes, Sam’s dick brushing against the spot deep within you that elicited a scream into his hand. His words were encouraging, making you blush a furious red. “Takin’ me so well, such a slut. Fucking me in here when everyone’s downstairs. I bet you’d be fucking screaming if my hand wasn’t over your mouth right now.”

You nodded into his hand, eyebrows coming together as you began to tip over the edge. He stabilized you as you came all over his cock, moans muffled into his skin. He was close behind you, dipping his head down to litter the crook of your neck with bites and kisses while he tried to keep himself quiet. He pulled himself out of you, using his hand to continue with the pace he had set, “On your fucking knees.”

You turned around, dropping to your knees and waited with your mouth open for him to come all over your tongue. His little moans and the pants that came from him while his load coated your tongue and the inside of your mouth made your pussy more wet, anticipating what was going to come when he would eventually take you into his bedroom and make even more of a mess of you in the morning.

You’d sleep naked next to him, aside from the shirt he had let you borrow. His dick pressed into your ass, rutting against you in his sleep. You pushed back into him, hearing a full blown moan fall from his lips. He’d use one of his hands to bring you back into him, allowing himself to get situated perfectly in line with your center. The other hand slipped under your head, allowing him to bring your body closer to him that way, resting his hand on your chest.

He easily glided through your folds, slipping into you with ease. You moaned softly, adoring the way he always fit inside of you so perfectly. His hand that rested on your chest would eventually wind up on your shoulder, keeping your back flush against his chest. His hips rocked slowly, using your hip as leverage.

There was no rush in the early morning sex the two of you would have. At times, it would just be about him being inside of you. He wouldn’t move, letting you set the pace of how you wanted it; using him as an object of your own pleasure, rather than his.

His lips brushed against your shoulder, whispering into your neck how good you felt wrapped around his cock. His morning voice, the sleepiness that mixed with horniness, coaxed a peaceful orgasm from you every time. “Feels so good, darlin’. Hmm, you, fuck,” he spoke, gripping your hips a bit harder. “You keep squeezing me like that, and I’m gonna come inside of you.”

“Do it,” you whisper back to him. “Come inside me, Sammy, please.”

Using your plea as a command, he stills inside of you as his come fills you up as much as it can. The second he slips out of you, you whine slightly at the lack of him inside of you. Minutes later, you feel his come drip from your cunt and down your thighs until it eventually reaches his sheets.

He’ll change the sheets while you go to the bathroom, looking at the marks from last night on your way back to his room. You’d crawl into bed with him once again, pulling on a pair of underwear that you grabbed from your bag. His arms were open, wrapping around you as soon as you settled under the covers and onto his chest before going back to sleep.

Other times you’d be pressed against the wall, Sam’s lips on your neck while your hand is down his pants. You're moving your hand as best you could while keeping the two of you out of sight. You can feel him whimper into your neck. You move your hand faster, gripping his cock harder. Hearing him beg for release made you wet, “Please, please, I wanna come so bad, please.” The night always ended with you having to escort the two of you into whoever’s car you took to the party and letting him fuck you until the windows were coated with steam.

There was one instance in particular where you were in the back of Sam’s car, hoping to God that nobody would walk out and see the two of you. His hands are all over your body, in your hair, on your hips, thighs, ass. He’s watching you bounce up and down on his cock, crying out in pleasure when his hips snap up to meet your own, cock driving deeper within you.

It became a routine for the two of you – smoke, drink, fuck, repeat.

Any party that came around the two of you would end up secluded in some corner. And it worked for quite some time. The two of you got infinitely closer, offering small exchanges of affection in the aftermath. The two of you, in bed at least, would play with one another’s hair, drag your fingers across the skin you had marked up with your teeth and nails. Laughter spread between the two of you like wildfire, offering childhood stories between the two of you.

Things with Sam were perfect. They really were. You were never jealous, not that you ever had any reason to be. The two of you were just fucking – there was nothing more to it than that. You’d watch him talk to other girls, giving them the award-winning Kiszka smile. Jealousy boiled underneath your skin, though you would never tell anyone that.

There was one instance where Jake came up to you while you watched him, head leaned against the corner of the wall. “You know, you’re not very sly with the staring.”

“Who said I was trying to be sly?” You joked, bringing the Whiteclaw can up to your lips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like him or something.” You stayed silent, keeping your eyes trained on the girl who began to twirl her hair around her finger. Something in the way she stared up at him made your blood boil.

“No, it’s not like that. We just fuck sometimes.”

“That won’t last long,” Jake chided. “One of you will catch feelings. Fuck buddies don’t last forever; believe me, I know.”

You brushed Jake’s words off of you, traveling into the kitchen before keeping a bottle to yourself. You snuck out onto the roof somehow, knees to your chest while you listened to the dull roar of music coming from inside the house. Fuck, maybe you did like Sam.

Sam joined you not long after your epiphany, settling down next to you with a groan. “You disappeared on me.”

“Needed some fresh air.”

“Figured as much. Jake didn’t scare you off, did he?” He asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. You looked at him with a confused look painted across your face, wondering how he knew you had been talking to Jake. “Saw the two of you when that one girl was trying to get with me.”

“Trying? I suppose she didn’t get far, then.” You asked, pulling a cigarette from his pack.

“Fuck no. She’s not my type anyway.” Sam lit your cigarette for you, waiting until it had been fully lit before putting it away in his pocket. You waited a second before you answered.

“And what’s your type?” You took a drag, letting the smoke ruminate in your lungs.

“You.” You turned your head towards him in an attempt to be nonchalant, trying to read whether or not he was kidding. “Girls who are emotionally unavailable and fuck like a demon.”

You pushed him with your shoulder, laughter filling the gaps in your conversation. “You’re such a bitch.”

“You like it though.” Sam winked at you. And you couldn’t deny that he was wrong. You put your head on his shoulder, the bottle sitting between the two of you. He put his head on top of yours, comfortable silence settling in where the laughter was.

The weeks that passed had been wonderful. The two of you hung out outside of parties, getting coffee together, attempting to study (that is before you defile each other in the back of the library, specifically the stacks where nobody goes). You invited him over to your dorm room so often your roommate even knew his name and his major.

It had been too perfect. Almost. You threw popcorn at Sam when he made some cringe joke about whatever you were watching. He brought you coffee to your dorm room when he knew you were going to be holed up there studying, even offering his help on occasion. Although, his help was usually sexual. “C’mon, baby. Just five minutes.”

“You say that every time and then five turns into forty-five.” You groaned, putting your head in your hands for a split moment before looking over at Sam on your bed. His sweatshirt was thrown over your pillows, his chest exposed. He laid back, supporting himself with his hands behind him on the bed. Your eyes traveled down his body, focusing on the trail of hair that disappeared underneath his jeans. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“No, you didn’t, but you’re hot and that’s unfair all on its own,” you heard him laugh before you crawled onto your bed. You straddled his lap, having him look up at you. His hands started at your thighs before traveling upwards. His hands traveled underneath your shirt, pulling you closer to him.

“I promise, five minutes and then you can get back to studying.” He whispered against your neck, hands grabbing at the hem of your shirt and tossing it over your head. His hands traveled over your torso and his eyes looked at you as if he had never seen you shirtless before. “I swear, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this for me.”

“If you would use your mouth for other things aside from talking, your five minutes wouldn’t be wasted on nothing.” You hummed, feeling the bluntness of his fingertips trail down your back. “Time’s a-ticking, Kiszka. Better hurry up.”

His mouth found your nipple through your see through bra, raking his teeth over the bud of it. You moaned softly into the air, letting your hands slip through his hair. He pulled on the edge of the cup, pulling it down slightly to bite at your skin. His other hand slipped around to your back to unclasp your bra, tossing it away with your shirt.

You grind your hips against Sam as he rolled your nipple between his teeth, licking over it as it hardened in his mouth. His lips circled around your areola, giving your nipple one last suck before moving towards the other one, cupping it with his hand. He let his mouth go, watching as you threw your head back as his fingers pinched your nipple slightly. “Five minutes have been over for about three minutes now.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst, you tease.”

“Your rules, princess, not mine.” He shoved you off of him, making you laugh as you hit the covers of your bed. He settled into your desk chair, pulling out the flashcards you made yourself, reading what you had written on them.

You hadn’t seen Sam since your last exam, passing it even better than you had expected. Of course, you always shot for a B average, just to ensure that you would pass the class, but when you got your exam back, you were happy to see the A on the paper, followed by your score.

You messaged a few of the guys, asking if they were heading to the party at Sam’s place, and most of them said yes, aside from Silas who told you he was going to be studying for Martin's big exam, he really needed to study before he completely failed the exam. You cussed him out for not being there to celebrate your big win, but you were proud of him for choosing his education for the first time in the two years you’ve known him.

Everyone welcomed you, letting you know they were happy to see you, although you were always on Sam’s arm, or going to see Sam. You would show up at the house, backpack slung over one of your shoulders, waltzing up to his room, but not before making a pit stop to say hello to a few of his roommates; one of them was Danny.

Sometimes when Sam wasn’t around, or he wasn’t home yet, you knocked on Danny’s door and joined him in his room. He’d hand you the other controller, watching the screen as you kicked his ass in Mario Kart every single time. The two of you would laugh, talk about school, and then talk about Sam and the girls he had been seeing. “You still not dating Sam?”

“Nah, don’t think that’s meant for us, you know?” You put your feet up on his desk while you wrote down the answers to your homework assignment.

“You two are practically dating right now, dumbass.”

“Doesn’t mean we will,” you laughed, turning your head towards him. “I just don’t think we’ll ever put a title on what we are. We’ve never, like, defined it. And I wouldn’t want to ask either.”

“Why not? It’s not like he’d be a dick about it.” He put his controller on the bed next to him after pausing the show he had been watching. You knew Sam wouldn’t be a dick, but there was still something that held you back.

You waved hello to some of the guys on your way into the house, asking where Sam had been. Danny dabbed you up, letting you know he was in his room. You found the door belonging to Sam, turning the knob. Upon the door swinging open, you saw Sam hunched over the desk. He inhaled deeply and quickly through his nose, snapping his head upwards. He wiped at his nostrils, sniffing some more. The girl sat next to him just stared at you watching Sam. "Who are you looking at? Oh, hey, what's up? Want a line?"

“You're fucking unbelievable.” You slammed the door behind you as you stormed into the hallway. You heard Sam open the door, jogging after you.

“Wait!” He yelled after you, everyone's eyes had found you. The music seemed to stop, but it also could have been the sheer fury coursing through your veins. He spoke, reaching his hand out and grabbing your wrist. “C'mon, don't be like that. What's the problem?”

“No, Sam. Don't fucking talk to me.” You walked down the sidewalk, ears burning and eyes filling with tears. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. You gritted your teeth as you walked, not wanting to audibly cry.

Sam stood at the end of the driveway, running his hands through his hair. He cursed to himself in a hushed whisper, “fuck,” before heading back inside by Charlotte, the girl who sat beside him in his room. He kicked her out, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

***

Christmas Break had been lonely for both of you. You sat back in your room, reconnecting with old friends from high school. Hanging out with them felt fabricated, it felt false. You were separated from the conversations they were having, thinking about Sam. You slipped away from the group, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You sipped on it, leaning against the sink. Carter asked, “You alright dude?”

“Dunno,” you laughed, setting your glass down on the counter. “Some things just got messed up between me and a friend of mine on campus.”

“What happened?” He got up on the counter, legs dangling as they hit against the cupboards below. You explained it as best you could, tripping over your words slightly as you talked. Carter was patient with you, listening to everything you spoke about.

“It just really fucked me up, watching him do that shit after everything that happened with my dad. What am I supposed to do?” You pulled your arms around yourself, keeping yourself in an embrace. Carter got down, and pulled you into a hug. Your head rested on his shoulder, eyes pricked with tears.

“You’ve gotta tell him, babe. You miss him, right?” You nodded, “So, tell him why you got pissed. Set those boundaries.”

“We’re not dating though, I don’t own him.”

“No, but if he wants to be in your life he needs to respect your boundaries or he needs to leave.” Carter was right. You had to lay those boundaries with Sam, although that scared the ever living shit out of you.

AGAIN – TRIGGER WARNING !! PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT THINK YOU ARE ABLE TO HANDLE IT.

There was a reason why you didn’t tell Sam about your dad.

Your dad was a shit person. He had been from the day you were born. He had let your mother raise you by herself, trying her hardest to get enough money to eventually move the two of you away from him. It took her years, attempting to raise money (that he would eventually find and use for drugs), getting advice from people who didn’t know anything about your father.

He wound up in prison when you were fourteen. You had watched him be codependent on drugs. He had started out with cocaine a couple months before you were born. He had quit and gone through the hellish detox that made him realize that drugs were terrible. He was sober for almost three years when one of his old buddies had given him the coke as a birthday present.

After that, he slowly slipped away from cocaine and developed a heroin habit. You watched him as he dealt with his addiction, although half the time you weren’t even fully aware of what was happening. As you got older, around ten, you realized what was happening.

You asked your mom what was happening with your dad, why he only came around so often and every time he did he was asking for money.

Before he was put away for buying and possession, you watched the EMT’s use Narcan on him. You cried on your couch as you watched them take care of your father on the floor, attempting to get a response from him by moving their hands in a fist on the middle of his chest.

You didn’t go to the trial. Your mother wouldn’t take you and you didn’t want to see him anyways. Every once in a while, once he was sober, he would write you letters which were piled away into a shoebox hidden deep within your closet, underneath a pile of clothes you never put away.

There were only a select few people who knew what happened with your dad. You mostly kept that information for the people who were closest to you, like Carter. He knew everything about you and vice versa.

Coming back to campus, especially seeing Sam in the dining hall on Monday after classes had resumed, was hard to say the very least. He sat next to Danny, not saying a single word in the conversation that was being had at the table; it wasn’t very Sam-like to not say anything. He had an opinion on everything.

You wanted to go over there and join them, to even attempt to hear some snarky ass remark come from Sam’s mouth, but you didn’t. You stayed at your table, nibbling on the shitty pizza from the Commons. Silas had found you, though, sitting across from you so you weren’t sitting by yourself. “Long time, no see.”

“What? Yeah.”

“You know, if you stare at him any longer, you might as well go over there and talk to him, you fuck nugget.”

“Absolutely not. And who are you calling a fuck nugget, you douche canoe?” The two of you chuckled, Silas used the childish nickname to get some form of emotions out of you. “I don’t even know what I’d say.”

“Tell him you miss him, it’s obvious you do. He misses you, too, you know.” Your eyes flickered from Silas, over to Sam who sat there and stared at his food. You shrugged, changing the conversation by using sports as a distraction. You asked Silas about track season, and when his first meet was.

Thankfully, he got distracted very easily.

Later that night you hesitated on texting Sam, your fingers hovering over the keyboard of your phone screen while you debated on texting him a message. Eventually, you gave up, asking Danny to meet you at the library during his lunch period whenever he could. He told you that he was free on Thursday, so you called it a date and began to stew in anticipation for the days to come.

Anxiously, you waited at one of the tables on the first floor, biting at your nails. You looked at the time on your phone, wondering if Danny was going to come. You knew he would, although you had also come incredibly early. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m gonna tell you this, but only because I trust you, and you’re Sam’s best friend.” He looked at you, looking around to see if anyone was around the two of you – which they weren’t. “I’m gonna tell Sam about my dad, but you need to know what happened first.”

He listened intently while you explained that part of your childhood, keeping your eyes on your hands while you spoke. It made every inch of your body burn, and you couldn’t imagine how much worse it was going to be when you told Sam.

Danny grabbed onto your hands at one point, letting your attention be focused on him instead of your hands. “Thank you for trusting me with that. I know that must’ve been hard to decide – telling me.”

“How do you think I should tell Sam?” You asked, teeth picking at the skin of your lips. You could see the gears in his head turning, eyes flickering around before you watched the lightbulb in his head go off.

“He’s been sulking around in his room, so just go over to the house and tell him. I’ll go with you, if you’d like. We can walk together later if you want. I’ve got some studying to do here before I go back.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot, honestly.” You sat at the table and helped Danny anyway that you could, helping him go through the various note cards he had made for himself. His test was on the Civil War; you had no idea how Danny did it – being a History major. To you, it seemed boring, pointless even. Although, the cliche saying “history repeats itself” seemed to stick with you more than you liked to admit.

You were glad that you had met him and Sam, going to the same school for vastly different things. Marine Biology was your destined path from the first time you even went to the aquarium, or watched Finding Nemo for that matter. You had a love and appreciation of marine animals and marine life, especially when it came to learning about the coral reefs outside of Australia.

The light outside from the sun slowly slipped away until the entirety of campus was illuminated by the moon. The walk to the frat house took seemingly forever, the travel time took longer due to your nerves creeping up on you.

Danny left you outside of Sam’s door, giving you a salute before walking into his room. You wanted to laugh, but were cut off by the door opening. “Oh, I–I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he spoke, as he leaned against the door frame. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good, slightly busy with the start of semester. Can we talk, maybe?” You licked your lips, hoping he would say yes. And he did, nodding as he opened the door a bit wider for you to squeeze through.

The two of you sat on his bed, Sam sitting on top of his pillows while you sat at the foot of his bed. You noticed the different photos hanging on the wall, mostly of him and Danny, or him and his friends. Hidden between the photos of him and the boys, you saw pictures the two of you had taken during parties, arm draped over Sam’s shoulder as your cheeks flushed from the amount of alcohol in your system.

“What did you want to talk about?” He steered the conversation.

“I, uh,” you started, already getting choked up. “I wanted to apologize for flipping out on you in November.”

He stared at you, waiting for you to continue. The words seemed to have gotten stuck in your throat, only able to come out if tears fell from your eyes as well. “It was shitty of me to ignore you over Christmas break, and I know it seemed childish but I want you to know why I ignored you.”

You tried to adjust the way you were sitting, attempting to soothe the nerves that dwelled within the lower pits of your stomach, but it was hard to when you hadn’t seen Sam in so long, “When I was a kid, my dad was mixed up in a lot of shit, drugs being, like, the biggest thing. He was always high as fuck, you know? Fuckin’ blitzed out of his mind on whatever. It used to be just weed when he was a teenager, but he started doing coke at some point. I don’t know when ‘cause my mom doesn’t really like to talk to me about it.”

“But anyways,” you looked up at him, noticing the way he looked at you; there was no ounce of pity in his eyes, he just listened to you speak. He listened to what you had to say, not once interrupting, “He started doing coke and when that wasn’t giving him the high he wanted, or whatever, he moved on to heroin. It was,” you paused, trying to find the right word, “absolutely fucked, to have to see my dad like that – all strung out and shit. I was just a kid, so I barely understood what was going on. I was fourteen when he ended up going to prison on possession charges. He hasn’t been in my life for a very long time because of it and shit.”

You pause for a second, swallowing down the lump that began to form in your throat. The hard part was almost over, but the next thing would be almost seemingly harder than talking about the past. This was about the present, the now, the thing you cannot escape because it’s right in front of you.

“You,” you inhaled deeply, letting your breathing go through the littlest hole in your mouth, “just mean a whole lot to me, Sammy, and I mean a whole lot. Like it fuckin’ scares me how much you mean to me.” You chuckled slightly, out of nerves.

“I…I never want to lose you, especially over shit like that. So when I saw you fully take that fuckin’ line on your desk, it kinda felt like I did. I know it doesn’t really make sense, but it just fucked me up and I kinda spiraled. I didn’t want to… be around that, and if that’s what you wanted to do, I wasn’t gonna stop you.

“I just…” You let go of the breath you had been holding since you restarted after telling Sam that you liked him. “I really like you, Sam, as more than a friend. And I know we haven’t talked in months, and that’s on me cause I just ignored you every time you tried to talk to me over break. I just suck at this whole ‘feelings’ thing. I liked fucking you, but I didn’t want to make things weird if you didn’t feel the same way.”

When he didn’t say anything right away, you wanted to jump off of his bed and maybe even out his window, you hadn’t decided yet. You were nervous for this part specifically – the eventual heartbreak of knowing he didn’t feel the same way about you. And you braced yourself for it.

“First of all, don’t invalidate yourself and your feelings like that so easily. Your feelings matter, darlin’, they do. Second, I am so sorry for not knowing about your dad, I feel like such a bad friend for not asking. I can’t imagine what that must have been like to see that shit, especially so young. Last, I feel the same way about you, trust me. You can’t imagine all the times I would hang onto Danny, drunk as fuck, tellin’ him how pretty I think you are.”

You looked up from your hands and into his brown eyes. You searched through them, looking for any sign of his words being false, but you couldn’t find anything. He was telling the truth, he liked you.

You crawled over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him as close to you as you possibly could. His hands felt warm against your back, the stress and anxiety levels within you beginning to lower until there was nothing left.

“If it’s alright with you,” you separated from him, just enough to keep your arms around his neck, “I would really like to take you on a date and get to know all the things I should have the first time around. Although, we didn’t really do this the traditional way.” The two of you chuckled.

“I would really love that.”

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heavenly | d. wagner.

title | heavenly

summary | a slight relational timeline between you and the sweetest drummer alive, mr. danny wagner !

warnings | smut, trigger warning for mentions of panic attacks, as well as a slight trigger warning for mentions of puking up (no descriptions of it)

word count | 2.3K+

author’s note | i’m doing one for each of the boys! ahh! this one is named after heavenly by cigarettes after sex. the lyrics just get me bro. they’re so pretty. n e wayz, i’m going to bed now ! i will be writing and posting the other boys’ tomorrow ! this is also thanks to @greta-van-yeet and @capturethechaos for saying yes to me doing this for all the boys muahaha. anyways, by besties for realzies this time :)

here’s jake’s: mystery of love

here’s sammy’s: la belle fleur sauvage

here's josh's: tiny dancer

Tour was one of the greatest things to happen to Daniel Wagner. He saw so many new places, so many new people and had millions of new experiences. He also met you. After one of their shows, he bumped into you in a bar a few blocks from where they were performing. With a bottle of Corona in your hand, you looked up at the person who had suddenly pressed into your shoulder. You were met with the most dashing human being you had ever seen in your life.

It all started from there, stuttering out an ‘I’m sorry’ to you while blushing. You did everything in your power to make him blush at least once per date. Your favorite time, of which you kept a sneaky picture of, was on FaceTime. He was curled up on his hotel bed, comfy sweater on as he ate Thai food. The two of you talked for hours, resulting in keeping him awake until the sun rose. He never wanted to end the call, neither did you. Reluctantly, you did.

That was the first time you had realized you had truly fallen for Danny Wagner.

After that, the two of you always kept in touch. It was hard for you – being so attached but having no label on what the two of you were. You didn’t mind it entirely, knowing full well that he was too busy for anyone else, and that you would willingly wait for him given the chance. He’d spend every moment he could sending texts to you about his day, even leaving little voice messages. Occasionally, Sam or Jake would steal his phone, sending you a video telling you how much he talks about you, even in his sleep.

The day he randomly showed up while you were working felt like a fairytale moment when soldiers would come home to their partners or children, minus the tears. You carefully placed the cup of coffee on the counter, so as not to get it all over the floor, and ran to the front door, jumping into his arms. You could feel him smiling, your hands immediately flew into his hair, touching his face – making sure this was, in fact, real life. “C’mon, your boss already told me you could take the day off.”

“You talked to my boss?” You asked, pulling your face away from the crook of his neck. You were heavily confused, your mind asking yourself a million questions. How did he know about who my boss was? How did he even contact my boss?

“Well, yeah. I wanted to surprise you, I didn’t want you to know I was coming to get you. You have off the whole week.”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?” You asked, feet finally back on the ground. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your nose. The two of you walked back to your apartment, Danny throwing his backpack on the floor as soon as the two of you were inside. He was able to hug you for real, for as long as he wanted to. In all honesty, as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, he never wanted to let go.

The first night the two of you simply spent the day within the comforts of your apartment, ordering takeout and downing a bottle of white wine. You slow danced to some of the jazz records you had previously gotten as Christmas gifts from friends. Once his lips were on yours, they never left.

It could have been the bottle of wine, it very well could have been the fact that you wanted to know for your sober self. You asked the forbidden question, inquiring about what the two of you were. You half expected him to steer the conversation elsewhere. The other half of you expected him to simply tell you that you were just friends, always something more, but never less. You figured his answer would be swayed by tour, knowing that as long as he was away, the two of you couldn’t be more than friends.

He held your face in his hands, “I’ve always really liked you, even the night we met. I wanted to wait til we saw each other again to tell you that I love you, and I want to be with you, no matter the distance.”

The only answer he needed was your lips pressed against his once more, hands against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat underneath the palm of your hand, humming in response to the way he reacted to the way you slid your hand under his shirt. Article by article, clothing was thrown throughout the hallway, leading to your bedroom.

You take your time with him, just as much as he takes his time with you. He looks over your completely naked body, taking in absolutely every inch of your skin. He kisses your knuckles, watching the way your face begins to burn pink. You look over his body, hands and eyes falling onto his arms, watching the way he flexed his biceps.

You’re on top of him, his hands resting on your thighs as he stares up at you adoringly. He could get used to the sight of you like this, as could you. A loving smirk daunted his face, eyes never leaving yours. The eye contact alone made you weak in the knees. You pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel his body on yours. His hands find your back, displaying them so you could truly feel how big his hands were. You held his face, keeping his lips close to yours without actually kissing him. You whispered into his mouth, “I love you, Danny.”

The next few days were spent doing touristy things, roaming around your town and visiting all the hot spots. The food you ate was the best food Danny had ever eaten in his life. Or maybe, it was just the love and happiness he was feeling from being around you. He could be eating hot garbage and still have the loveliest time.

When Danny eventually had to leave, it absolutely tore your heart to pieces. The both of you promised to FaceTime at any given point the two of you were free, it wasn’t enough. While he boarded the plane, you played back all the videos that you took of the two of you while he was there. He was doing the same, eyes scanning over the picture of you he took while you were sleeping on that first night.

Your hair was sprawled out over the pillow, contrasting with the light blue bedsheets you had picked out for yourself at Walmart almost a year ago. Your mouth was open slightly, hand underneath your pillow, the other reaching out and laid across Danny’s chest. Both of you were still naked at that point, but the blankets had already been thrown over you, no other part of your skin other than your shoulders being shown.

He made it his background of his phone the second he was in the airport by himself. You texted him when you knew he would be on the plane, writing an entire paragraph on how much this past week has meant to you. You added in how much you loved him and how proud you were of him for going on tour and living out this wild dream that the universe has blessed him with.

It was hard on the both of you. Daily little FaceTime's turned into weekly ones; the weekly FaceTime's soon faded into biweekly ones. It was hard on you, not seeing him every single day. While he still texted you, sometimes he forgot out of sheer exhaustion. You never once complained, always knew deep down he would message you when he had the chance.

When you surprised Danny in Los Angeles, with the help of the Kiszka boys, he stood there looking at you standing at the barricade with his mouth wide open. He jumped down from the stage, wrapping his arms around you. All the girls that surrounded you began to scream so loud, you swore your ears were going to burst. “You’re here, you’re actually here right now.”

“You surprised me, I surprise you.”

The boys had the security slip you backstage, the security guard helping you over the barricade. You watched from the side; eyes focused on Danny the entire time. Sure, you occasionally slipped to look at the other boys, but the way Danny’s arms flexed when beating the shit out of his kit made your pussy throb.

As soon as the two of you got back to his hotel room, there was barely any speaking. He ripped off what clothing you were wearing, shimmying out of his pants so fast. He threw you on the bed, eliciting a laugh from you, smiling at the sound of your laugh. There was nothing soft about the way he fucked you that night.

Your hair was in his hands, back pressed against his chest. He was gentle, yet rough. Never pulling too hard unless you asked him for it, whispering, “harder, Danny, please.” He’d pull it harder, just like you asked, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. When he put you back onto the mattress, face in the sheets, he presses kisses to your back, letting his pace falter. Once he spills into you, he’s next to you, brushing some of the hair out of your face.

Hickies covered your chest, a few littered everywhere. His stayed relatively bare, all the ones you gave hidden by his pants. You bit at the skin of his hips, listening to him hiss in response. Your eyes lock with his and his whole body shutters, watching the way your mouth wraps around his cock. With what’s left of him, you wrap your hand around, jerking him off. You begin to pull the thread, making him come undone underneath you, hot liquid shooting down your throat.

You stayed with them until they had to move to the next city, only getting to be with Danny for a few days. You kissed him goodbye before you got into your Uber to take you to the airport. Leaving Danny this time seemed different in a good way, knowing that the two of you had gotten past the hardest parts. You two had weathered the storm, you two could get through everything.

It was a month and a half into being home when you started feeling like dog shit. You’d spend some mornings hovering over your toilet bowl, knees pulled up to your chest as your head is in your hands. A coworker of yours gave you the idea you might be pregnant, to which you responded with buying two four packs of pregnancy tests, determined to take all of them.

When the first three came up positive, you still had an inkling it was lying to you. In response to that, you took the other five. They all were also positive. You booked an appointment with your doctor, voice slightly panicked as you told the receptionist that you might be pregnant and wanted to make sure. The pregnancy tests were obviously all lying, surely the doctor would give you the news that you weren’t pregnant.

But you were. And that terrified you.

You and Danny hadn’t been together that long, more than a year, but less than five. You hadn’t really talked about kids yet. You had an apartment within a noisy part of the city, it panicked you knowing that your baby, the one inside of you currently, would have to try to sleep with cars and trains and police sirens in the background.

You didn’t know who to tell, or how to ask them for advice on telling Danny. A deep, dark part of yourself almost wanted to ghost him, not tell him at all in case he left. You knew that wouldn’t be the smart thing to do, so you tried to arrange something with Jake. You called him one evening, a panic attack washing over you. You talked so fast, you were sure Jake didn’t even understand you. “Y/N, calm down. I have an idea. We’re going to Michigan in a week, you fly up and we’ll plan it then, okay?”

You hang up with Jake, dreading the week of waiting ahead of you. But as soon as you touched down, Jake greeted you with open arms. He asked how you were feeling, chuckling slightly as you warn him that the little bean inside of you was not a fan of the plane ride. He kept that in mind as he drove you back to his, avoiding any and all potholes as best he could.

The plan was incredibly simple. Throw a bonfire, tell Danny. That seemed simple enough, but you were incredibly worried about what Danny would say. The boys got the fire set up, telling Danny to help you bring out the coolers of alcohol. You were sitting on their kitchen counter, all seven pregnancy tests sitting next to you. His eyes flickered between you and the tests, knowing exactly what they were. “What’s up, love? I thought you needed help with the coolers?”

“I do, yeah, but I have some news I have to share with you first.” Anxiety bubbled in your chest as excitement grew in his. “I’m... pregnant.”

The smile you were met with was unexpected to you. You thought maybe he might get mad at you, not wanting to be a dad while still making music and touring. “Did you think I was gonna be upset? Baby, I’ve wanted nothing more than to create a family with you since our picnic date on FaceTime, where you were in the park at the same time I was. I loved you then. I didn’t want to tell you in case it was too much, too fast.”

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. Tears of happiness fell down your cheeks, giving him the biggest kiss before he excused himself. You could hear from outside, jumping down from the counter, followed by an eruption of cheers from the other boys, “Guys! I’m gonna be a fucking dad!”

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highway tune | d. wagner

title | highway tune

summary/request | someone wanted something based off of highway tune, so here’s some car sex w danny !

warnings | unprotected car sex (including thigh riding bc i love me some big meaty thighs) ! also, feelings are admitted, very gushy and sweet with a smutty ending bc that’s who i am???

word count | 2.6k

author’s note | my first smut for danny so please go easy on me lmfao !! ahh. so excited to post this :) i’ve had such a big hard on for him lately. he’s such a big sweetie i love that man so much. i hope you all enjoy this ! thank you so much for reading everyone. you’re all so loved and welcomed and appreciated :) always

“Shit, Danny,” you said, looking down at your phone. “Can you take me home? My mom wants me home.” Danny nodded, grabbing his keys off the coffee table in front of him. “Sorry boys, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Y/N. Bye, Danny.” Josh spoke, Jake and Sam also murmuring a ‘goodbye’ but it was distorted from their focus being on the video game in front of them. Jake was kicking Sam’s ass for the first time in seemingly forever, there was no way in hell either of them would be looking away.

“See ya.” Danny followed behind you, throwing on his sweatshirt he picked off of the coat hanger. He shut the front door behind the two of you, rushing over to open the door for you. He didn’t shut it until you were comfortably inside his car. He climbed into the driver’s side, turning the key in the ignition. “Did your mom say anything about why she wanted you home?”

“No,” you giggled as Danny pulled out of the Kiszka’s driveway. “She didn’t actually text me. I just wanted to get out of there, spend some alone time with you. Can we go to the pier?” You asked, looking at him. He nodded, light laughter leaving his lips.

“Why’d you wanna spend time with just me?”

“Well, when you were with Mackenzi, you were always with her or the boys. I love the boys, don’t get me wrong. I miss when we would spend time together – just you and me. We haven’t since we graduated high school.” The smile he had on his face faltered, not exactly wanting to hear about Mackenzi.

You were happy for Danny when he found her when he was eighteen. She was kind, her spirit was so warm. They were almost always together, but when she had gotten her first starring role in a new television series, she moved out to Los Angeles. He was twenty-one then, he was twenty-three now. Two years had past and he was more mature now, mind, body and soul. You admired Danny for truly taking as much time as he needed to get over what had happened.

By the time you parked, Danny had switched the radio on without you realizing it. You unbuckled your seatbelt, reaching into the back to grab your backpack from the backseat’s floor. You unzipped the little front pocket, pulling out a few pre rolled joints, holding the bag up to Danny. He chuckled, grabbing a purple lighter from his center console. “Gotta smoke outside the car though, Lori would kill me.”

You laughed as the two of you climbed out of his car, sitting next to him on the hood. Your knees were pulled to your chest as you watched him light one. He passed it over to you after taking a few hits himself, joint between the pads of his thumb and index finger. You looked at the sky, noticing how visible to stars were. “Thank God there’s little light pollution out here. The stars look so good.”

“They do.” You looked over at him, his neck craned to look up at the sky. The moonlight reflected off of his cheekbones, stars mimicking the freckles on his face. He could feel you staring at him, but he truly didn’t care. It wasn’t on purpose; when he turned his head, smiling at you. Your lips met his, his brown eyes widening. You pull away, fingertips touching your bottom lip.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it. You’re okay.” That didn’t completely settle the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. “If I’m being honest with you, I’ve liked you since high school. I just always assumed we’d only ever be just friends.”

The memory was so vivid in his mind – when he realized he liked you. Your jeans were ripped so much, they almost were considered shorts. The old shirt you had worn was one that Danny had given you weeks back from a camping trip with the Kiszka’s; they had accidentally burnt holes in your old one when smoking a blunt, so Danny offered you one of his. The weather outside was beginning to change from a summery haze to an autumnal hum. It was the last bonfire before the start of senior year.

It was all anyone talked about. In the Midwest, underage drinking was normal. It was all there really was to do, anyways. You never went too hard and neither did Danny. You two always got stuck babysitting the Kiszka boys, especially Sam’s drunk ass. You joked with Danny about getting him one of those backpacks with a leash on it.

Sam pulled you off the log from where you were sitting next to Danny. “Dance with me, Y/N!”

Your laughter rang around the fire as Sam pulled you around it. The pure bliss on your face made Danny’s heart race. You looked so happy. Your cheeks were rosy from the fire, but also from the alcohol in your system, smile wide. You looked like an angel, dancing around the fire underneath the moonlight. Danny just watched the way you danced with Sam, feeling content; his two best friends in the whole wide world.

When Sam got distracted with something else, he let go of your hands and wandered into the little forest behind Harrison McNeil’s house. You had sat back down next to him, giggles still trapped in your throat. You hummed, putting your head on his shoulder. “Danny, you’re so pretty.”

“I’m pretty?”

“Yep. You’re a pretty boy with a pretty smile.” You lifted your head and looked at him, planting a kiss on his cheek. You stood up, offering a hand out to him. He took it, but didn’t move. He stayed on the log, hand holding yours. “Will you dance with me?”

“Of course, yeah.” His voice was quiet, the music heard in the distance was the rap and pop music that was played at the time. He stood up, you walked him closer to the fire and wrapped an arm around his neck. One of his hands held your waist, the other cradled your free hand. The two of you swayed back and forth, Y/N humming a familiar song, one of John Denver’s many great hits.

“Can you whistle a song for me, Dan?”

“What do you want me to whistle?” He whispered into your ear, shivers running up and down your spine.

“Anything you want.” You looked up at him, eyes focused on his. His breath caught in his throat, mind focusing on anything and everything other than music. The only thing he was thinking of at that moment was trying his hardest not to kiss you. You stood on your tippy toes, face moving closer to his as you pressed your lips against his.

He kissed you back, the few beers he had knocked back giving him every shred of confidence he had in that moment. His hands dropped your hand and waist, moving up to cup your face. He held you there for as long as you were willing to stay. Your hands pressed against his chest, tugging at his shirt trying to pull him closer to you.

Your kiss was broken when Sam came stumbling back up to the two of you, insisting you two follow him into the woods where he found this really cool little hut made of sticks. It wasn’t a hut; it was literally a pile of sticks, but Sam insisted the two of you join him underneath it to have a tea party. The two of you went about your night, both pretending as if the kiss didn’t happen.

“I never wanted to be just friends with you, Dan.” You whispered, pushing your cheek against the palm of his hand. You held his wrist in place, keeping his hand there for as long as you possibly could.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, bringing your face up to look at him. You nodded, cheeks slightly tinted pink. As soon as his lips touched yours, the rest of the world melted away. You sighed into the kiss, feeling Danny’s other hand grab your cheek. Your lips molded together, your tongue gliding over his bottom lip. As soon as you could, you licked up into his mouth; he tasted like smoke and chocolate.

His hands removed themselves from your face, moving down towards your hips, pulling you into his lap. As soon as your leg swings over his lap, he pulls your body closer to his, grinding you down onto him. He moaned into your mouth and you swallowed, savoring it. You would not have believed yourself if someone told you that you’d finally be in the lap of the boy you loved the most, making out with him on the hood of his car. He pulled away from you, licking his lips. “Did you want to just make out or did you want to take this inside the car?”

“Inside the car.” You whispered, Danny’s lips contorting into a smirk. You crawled off of him and joined him in the backseat of his car. You laughed as he almost tripped, trying to take his shoes off. “Need some help, Danny?”

“No.” He blushed, throwing them down on the floor. “Get your ass in here.”

Thankfully your shoes were easier to remove than his were. As soon as they were gone, you resumed your rightful place on his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers toying with the curls on the nape of his neck. His thumb brushed across the skin just below the hem of your t-shirt. His voice broke the silence, “We shouldn’t have waited this long.”

“I think the universe has its own reasons for making us wait. Imagine if we would’ve done this then, Dan,” you started, removing one of your hands to trace down the bridge of his nose. “I’m thankful the universe waited.”

“You have such a way with words, Y/N. You could convince me to do anything.”

“Anything?” You asked.

“Anything.” He whispered, bringing you closer to him. Your lips hovered above his, moving away from him as he tried to kiss you again.

“Fuck me in your backseat?” Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, shivers erupting down his spine. Everything in him wished he could pin you down and take you right there, but his car was too small for that. The only position that would work for the two of you was you riding him, which he had no issues with.

His lips are against yours again, pulling your body closer to his. His hands gripped your hips, trying to keep you as close to his dick as you could possibly be with the clothing keeping the two of you separated. The kiss becomes increasingly messier, hands grabbing at any part of your body as they could. Yours explored his broad shoulders, slipping down his chest.

He ripped your shirt off of you as best he could, tossing it somewhere in the trunk of his car. You giggled as his hand hit the roof, bringing the knuckles up to your lips to kiss them. He removed his shirt as well, your hands instantly running over every inch of skin they could. His lips detach from yours, sliding down your neck before following the curves of your collarbones.

You moan, your hand pulling Danny closer to you by his hair. You wanted more of him. His hands steadied at the small of your back, letting you fall backwards onto them so he could continue his assault onto your chest. He undid the clasps of your bra with one hand, removing it from your arms quickly, letting one of his hands occupy your right breast, mouth wrapped around your left. He played with your nipple – tongue running over it, teeth gently nipping at it. He paid attention to your right one, kneading the left with his hand. He looked up at you, eyes pouring into yours. You moaned, throwing your head back.

You barely notice when his hands leave your body, his mouth still wrapped around your breast. He looked up at you, hands on the button of your jeans. You nodded, letting him undo them before sliding off of his lap. You take off your pants and expect him to take off his, but that wasn’t the case. He brought you back down onto his lap, centering you right over his thigh. You swore you got increasingly more wet just from the idea of riding his thigh. “Ride my thigh, baby?”

He didn’t have to say anything else – the both of you knew you would do anything he asked of you. All the praise you needed was watching his face as he watched you. He looked at you as if you were the first woman to walk the Earth. He looked at you as if you put the stars in the sky. He was in awe of everything you had ever done. Watching you come undone, hips moving in rhythm.

You blushed looking down at the mess you made on his jeans, his lips coming to rescue any thoughts of a less positive nature. His head was tucked into the crook of your neck, lips pressing against your skin so lightly you think you might miss it, “Think you can go again right now?”

“Always.” You calmed down even more, heart beat finally going back to its slower rhythm. He removed his pants and boxers, throwing them on the floor of the backseat of his car. He helped you climb onto him, thighs against his. He wished the two of you were in a better situation, he wanted nothing more than to be able to ravish you the way he wanted.

“Gorgeous.” He whispered, lips capturing yours once more. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him as close to you as you could possibly be. He used one of his hands to glide himself through your folds, his tip brushing against your clit forcing you to rut your hips against him. The desperation that dripped from you also dripped from Danny. His teeth held back all of the moans he wanted to let loose. He couldn’t stop himself once he finally slipped in, a gasp erupting from both of your lips.

He was fully seated inside of you, both of your mouths hanging open. The two of you stayed there like that for God knows how long. You loved the way he felt inside of you and vice versa. Your walls wrapped around him were more of a powerful feeling than he was expected. It was heaven itself, having you wrapped around him like that. He wrapped his arms around you, letting you control the pace you wanted to go at.

You began to move your hips, grinding down against him as you heard his breath become heavy in your ear. It drove you wild, a moan sounding from your lips. With his arms, he helped you, moving you up and down on him as you continued your hips. Groans filled the car, the humidity causing condensation to collect on the windows.

It was slow – the pace. Although car sex wasn’t the idea either of you had for your first time together, it seemed fitting. His lips kissed your chest, up the column of your throat before finding your lips again. You hummed into his mouth, finding yourself reaching the peak you were once before, breath faltering. “C’mon, honey. Come with me.”

“Right there,” you choked out a whisper, his hand touring down to your clit, thumb rubbing circles around it, applying more and more pressure with each circle. “Fuck, Danny.”

“You’re mine, honey. All mine.”

“All yours.”

He looked at the time on the clock on his car radio, a little past midnight.

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angel | s. kiszka

title | angel

summary | he looked like an angel, but who’s to say that’s the truth?

warnings | 18+ only please. this is pure smut

word count | 1.4k

author’s note | two fics in one day?? who am i?? i wrote this so fast, i had to get it out yep yep yep. horny for sam forever and always

An angel.

You were convinced he was an angel. He sure as hell wasn’t human. He was otherworldly. The way he walked, talked, smiled - everything about him was so… enticing. You couldn’t help but watch him, everything he did.

The smile on his face was enough to convince anyone to do anything. All he had to do was ask and you’d be on your knees in a heartbeat. You’d be on your knees, doing anything he wanted you to do. Your mouth wrapped around him was the first thing that popped into your head. Watching the way his face moved as you sucked him off, taking the rest of him in your hand. You hoped his moans would sound as pretty and angelic as he looked.

You imagined his dick was huge. You came to the conclusion because of everything about him. His hands, the way he held himself, his stature, the lanky-ness of him. Everything. You swore, crossing your heart, his dick was big. You just knew it deep inside of you.

The drink he held in his hand, you stared at his fingers, looking as the veins in his hand protruded, drawing attention to his hands. You imagined his long, slender fingers roaming around your body, them inside your mouth before dipping into the lace panties you had worn to the party.

You could almost picture it in your mind, looking down at him as he kneels before you, mouth pressing kisses against your thighs, regaining his place on his feet. He would tap his middle and ring fingers on your lips, opening them up in compliance. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, eyes never breaking contact with his. You let go of his fingers, eyes still trained on his as his fingers drag up and down your slit, inserting them inside of you. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his fingers inside of you, his other hand scratching at your thighs.

His mouth replaces his fingers, one of your hands that helped you stabilize yourself winds up in his hair, pulling on his chocolate brown locks. His tongue works wonders against your clit, licking through your folds. His eyes look back up into yours, humming into your pussy. The vibration was intoxicating, your hips rutting against his face. “Mhm, you taste so sweet. Could eat you out all day.”

You didn’t mean to stare as long as you did, him catching your eyes more than once. He finally walks over to you, your body straightened as he finally stepped in front of you. He looked you up and down, smirking as he noticed your cheeks flushed. “Did you want to say something, or were you too busy eye-fucking me?”

“I- What?” You asked, completely taken aback.

“Are you going to continue to eye-fuck me or are you gonna do something about it?” The cockiness in his voice normally would’ve turned you away, made the illusion disappear. There was something about him though. His cockiness excited you.

You grabbed his cheeks and brought his lips to yours. The ring on his pinky was cool against your skin, his hand at your ribcage, pulling you closer. His lips were soft against your own, tongue intoxicating as it dragged over your bottom lip and licked into your mouth. He tasted like pineapple juice and vodka, and a hint of marijuana as well.

He pulled you behind him as he dragged you to the closest bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he put you on top of the sink, grabbing your thighs to hitch them over his hips. His lips attached to your neck, feeling your pulse beneath his lips. His hands began to undo the button on your shorts, peeling them down your legs as he looked at you. You raised your hips, wiggling them at him. “Might as well take these off too while you’re down there.”

“Then you might as well take your top off while I’m taking these off.”

“You have to take your shirt off too.” He smirked at you, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off of his body.

Holy fuck.

An angel was right.

His body was carved, every inch of it. You swore he was a statue that came to life. His features were so beautiful from top to bottom, he didn’t even have to take off his shorts, you knew he was just as pretty there as he was all over. You pulled him back to you as soon as you removed your top. Thank God you weren’t wearing a bra today.

He pulled back, slipping his fingers inside his mouth before reaching between the two of you. Just as you imagined, his fingers swirled around your clit, swiping through your folds before slipping his fingers inside of you. You moaned, your mouth connecting with his once again. He pulled away again, leaning his forehead against yours. You let out a squeak as he removes his fingers, stimulating your clit. He pulls his hand away, putting them in his mouth. “Hm,” he removed his fingers from his mouth. “Wanna taste yourself?”

You nod, his lips on yours once more as you taste yourself in his mouth. You pull away, wrapping an arm around his waist. You whine, attempting to rub your hips against his. “You didn’t finish. Need you.”

“So damn impatient. Condom or no?” You shook your head, grabbing his dick with your hand, guiding him through your folds. He let out a low moan, hands tighten around your hips. You line him up, pulling him into you with your hand. You let out a moan as soon as he’s completely inside of you.

Your hunch was correct. His dick was, in fact, big.

He fucked you with such a force, the angelic notion you had in your mind was fucked away. If he was any angel at all, he would be Lucifer himself. Temptations dripped from every moan that fell from his lips, the slapping of your skin together created a symphony of sins. Your hand held his hair tight, by the fist. One of his hands held him steady against the mirror, the other held your waist with a firm grip. You moaned in time with the rhythm of his hips, “So.. pretty..”

“You feel so good around me, baby. Feel so good on my dick. You wanna come on my dick, honey?” He asked, to which you replied with a deep moan that came from your stomach. You nodded your head, needing something a little extra to help you along.

As if he read your mind, the hand that was holding him up snaked between the two of you and began to rub circles around your clit. Between his dick and his hand, you were close to coming undone for him. Your fingernails dug into his back, traveling down, leaving red marks in their wake. Curse words left your mouth like a chant, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“C’mon princess, cum for me. Come all over my dick. Wanna feel that pretty pussy clench around me, please, fuck.” His hips snapped faster against you, breathing becoming uneven and ragged.

“Fuck me,” you breathed out, orgasming, pussy tightening around his dick. You threw your head back, his face instantly coming to settle in the crook of your neck. Your neck vibrated with every moan he let out, every curse word he let slide as the rhythm of his hips fell out, changing pace.

When he came? His face? The sounds he made? That was sinful. The sounds would forever be on repeat in your brain, replaying over and over at inconvenient times. His hips still and he filled himself up with you, staying in you for a moment to catch his breath.

“Name’s Sam by the way.” He spoke, finally pulling himself out of you. He grabbed a small towel from the drawer, cleaning himself off before handing it over to you.

“Sam.” You said to yourself, taking your clothing from his hands. “Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Y/N.”

“This was fun. I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He winked at you, closing the door behind him as he walked out. You giggled to yourself, pulling your shorts back up your legs. You left the bathroom after attempting to fix your hair.

He may have looked like an angel, but he sure fucked like the Devil.

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game night | j. m. kiszka

title | game night

summary | game night ends a little bit differently than expected (the ask that it was requested from is here [x])

warnings | this is smuttt ! it also contains alcohol

word count | 2.3k

author’s note | i.. am so happy someone sent me this ask days ago. thank you, anon, for blessing everyone with this. i hope you guys enjoy !! thank you for reading and as always take care of yourselves please ! i love each and every single one of you. don't ever hesitate to message me if you need to vent or want to talk about one of the boys ! i am always down

also, this is unedited as always ! ignore any typos because i'm too lazy to proofread these before i post them <3

(also.... yes, i know, this is the third fic i've posted today i felt very productive and actually wrote two of these today because i had the time)

Game night was something you and Josh tried to do every time he came home from tour. You’d invite the boys over and play the most ridiculous games. One year, the five of you played Just Dance, just to see who the best dancer was. As the five of you became more and more drunk on tequila, obviously the better your dance moves got. Another year you tried Monopoly, but that ended almost as soon as it started. You knew the twins were competitive, but you underestimated it greatly.

This year, however, as you stayed home because of the pandemic, you and Josh decided to keep things between yourselves. Renting a little cabin in northern Wisconsin for a week, the two of you had gotten equipped to the games of Life and Monopoly. Chutes and Ladders were only fun for so long.

The glass of wine you had poured yourself had run empty, the nearest bottle all the way on the kitchen counter. You pushed yourself off of the living room floor, leaving Josh to plan out his next move in the game of chess you two were playing. You went to pour yourself another glass until you realized that the bottle was empty. “Josh, do we have any more wine in the house?”

“Yeah, in the basement. Want me to grab you another bottle of red? Or do you want white?”

“I think I’m gonna switch to white. Need another beer?”

“Yes, please! Also, it’s your turn!” He shouted, disappearing into the basement to grab you a new bottle. You brought your glass back into the living room with you as soon as you grabbed Josh another beer. You looked across the board, smirking once you realized you could win, as long as you moved your queen piece.

As soon as Josh sat down, he noticed he was in checkmate. “Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s three in a row, honey love. Just face it, I’m a chess master.” You took the bottle from his hands, noticing he had already taken the cork out of it for you. You poured yourself another glass, watching Josh open the can of Miller you had gotten him.

“I admit defeat. Can we play something else? I’m tired of the board games.” Josh spoke, beginning to clean up the chess pieces. You nodded, asking him what he had in mind. His smile turned upwards, a smirk playing at his face. “I’ll be right back, give me one second.”

You watched as Josh darted upstairs, no idea of where he was going. You brought the glass up to your lips, sipping as you remembered the way Josh’s hands looked as they moved the pieces strategically around the board. He settled back down in front of you, stack of sticky notes in his hands. “What’re those for?”

“We’re going to play trivia, but if you get the answer wrong, you have to take a sticky note off my body with your mouth. First one to have no sticky notes left, wins. Oh, and you kind of have to be naked for this to work, so get to stripping, my love!” Josh beats you to removing his clothing, keeping his boxers on. You followed in suit, removing your shirt and pants, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

You placed your sticky notes throughout your body. You put some of them on easy spots, your shoulders, the backs of your hands. A few of them you put atop both of your breasts, one on your ass, and another one right over your panties. Josh’s almost mirrored yours. “Who’s going first?”

“I can. What is the tip of your shoelace called?” He asked, half expecting you to get it wrong.

“Aglet. Phineas and Ferb taught me that one. Okay... Name one of Neptune’s moons.” You smirked, wondering just how much Josh was listening while attending your astronomy classes with you once your university switched to online classes.

“Fuck, um. Titus?” You shook your head no, smirking. “It was fucking Triton, wasn’t it?”

“It was, but you got the answer wrong. Take a sticky note off of me, pretty boy.” You waited for Josh to pick which one he would be removing, noticing him go straight for the one on your shoulder. He removed it, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. “Your turn.”

“When is John Denver’s birthday?”

“Really, Josh?” You rolled your eyes as he smiled at you, beaming his pearly whites in your direction. You went over to him, removing the sticky note he had stuck to his neck, your breathing on his neck sent goosebumps all over his skin. As soon as you removed it, you licked up the length of his neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth, nibbling at it slightly.

“Your turn.”

“Jupiter’s is the Roman version of what God?” You asked, knowing Josh might easily be able to get this question. You didn’t want to make this one too hard, hoping that Josh would make the next question easy on you.

“Zeus?” He dragged the name out, half muttering it as a question. You nodded, watching him celebrate with a fist in the air. You laughed at him, watching his face contort as he tried to think of another question. “Easy question: how many notes are there in music?”

You stared blankly at Josh. Music was not your strong suit by any means. You were more of a science kid growing up. Anytime you picked up an instrument, you played it so terribly, you put it down and never picked it up again. “E-Eight?”

“Yeah! Good job, babe!” He cheered you on, giving you a high five as you smile widely at him. Your brain began to think of another question, thinking of a really hard one. You wanted Josh to take a sticky note off your body, you’d hope he would pick one of the ones on your breasts. “How many moons does Saturn have?”

“Um. Three?”

“Nope.”

“Fuck.” Josh muttered under his breath. With eyes raking over your body, he picked the sticky note that you had wanted him to pick in the first place. His eyes looked up at you as he removed the sticky note from your breast. As soon as it fell from his lips, he licked over your nipple earning a light moan from your mouth. You were able to feel his tongue through the lace mesh of your bra. He pressed a kiss to it before leaning back up. “My turn again. What’s the instrument that Sam plays besides the keys and the bass?”

“Oh fuck, I don’t know that one. A fuckin’ electric keyboard.” You knew the answer was wrong. You also knew that Josh had told you about it a few times now, having been with them through the recording process. Fuck, even Sam told you what it fucking was. He shook his head, watching you intently as you began to pick at another sticky note.

This one was on his abdomen, right above his navel. You picked it off, letting it fall to the floor. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, sucking a hickey into his skin. He put his hand on the back of your head, never wanting your mouth to be removed from him. He threw his head back when you bit into his skin a little harder than you usually would, simultaneously letting out a hiss. “Fuck the game.”

Josh’s hand flew to the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his other hand press into the soft flesh of your hip. He pressed you against him, feeling him rock hard against you. He licked into your mouth, coaxing another moan from you. He removed his lips from yours, following your jawline to your neck. He left wet, hot open-mouthed kisses in his wake, traveling further down, down, down, until he met with your nipple again. His hands travelled up your back, unclasping your bra while his mouth was occupied. As soon as your lace bra was removed, he attached his mouth to you once again.

With every swirl of his tongue over the sensitive bud of your nipple, you felt yourself drip more and more. Josh was incredible with his mouth. You loved watching him perform, the way he owned the stage as if he was born for it. He demanded the attention of everyone in the venue, their eyes never straying far from the beloved lead singer. You loved hearing him sing to you in times of loving moments, making something together in the kitchen. Although, ultimately, you’d kick him out due to being a pest and making a bigger mess that only you would clean up.

“Lay down, wanna taste you.” He muttered against the skin of your chest. You pulled away from him, laying down on your back as Josh climbed over you. His mouth stayed between the valley of your breasts, kissing down, down, down until he reached the waistband of your panties. He pulled them with his teeth, hearing the snap of them against your skin. You smirked, looking down at Josh as you propped yourself up on your elbows. He picked off the sticky note that covered your mound with his teeth, spitting it out on the floor next to your body.

He pulled your panties down your legs, kissing your body as soon as the fabric left your skin. He spread your legs open a little, looking up at you from his position between your legs. “Is the carpet bothering your knees, babe? We can move this to the couch otherwise.”

“I’m fine, honey love. Can’t I take my beautiful girlfriend on the floor with the fireplace crackling in the back?” You chuckled at him slightly, bringing him up to you for a quick kiss before letting him continue.

He kissed the insides of your thighs, nipping at the skin slightly. His eyes looked back up at you, tongue finding your clit. The sound you make as he begins to draw figure eights with his tongue is a fraction of a notch before desperation. You wanted more of him; the wine mixed with the pleasure he was bringing about made you feel more drunk than you already were. “More, Josh, please.”

“Anything for you.” He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his fingers began teasing your entrance. He slipped a finger inside you, up until his first knuckle. You arched into his touch, wanting nothing more than to be filled up more by his fingers. You whined, Josh removing the finger that was inside of you.

His finger was replaced by his tongue, your clit being stimulated by his thumb. He licked you up and down, the vibration of his moans making you moan in response. The pressure he put on your clit was torturous mixed with how slow his thumb was moving. He removed his tongue from your hole, “You taste so sweet, love. So fuckin’ sweet.”

“Mhm, more. Need more. Need you.” Your body writhed under his touch, thumb not enough for you anymore. You pulled him off of you, bringing him up to you. You reached your hands down, scratching the skin of his abdomen as your hand trailed to his cock. He shuttered in your touch, moaning as soon as your hand wrapped around him. Your thumb ran over his slit, a groan falling from his lips. “Need you to fuck me, Josh, please. Can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, princess.” He tucked his head in the crook of your neck, hand guiding his dick up and down your folds, collecting your juices. He slipped inside you with ease, causing your head to go back into the carpet, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You loved the way Josh filled you up. As soon as he was fully seated inside of you, he groaned into your neck. “Fuck, I love the way you feel wrapped around me.”

“You feel so good, Josh, so fuckin’ good.” As soon as he quickened his pace, it left your jaw to hang open. The way his hips moved against you just right, the tip of his cock brushing against the sweet spot just right. You devoured the moan he let out as you left crescent shaped marks on his back. You wished you could play it back on an endless loop. He moved your leg, making it parallel with your sides. The other he left wrapped around his hip.

The devilish feeling of this new angle made a moan rip right through your body, it was somewhere between a desperate plea for more and appreciation of the new position. The sound of your skin slapping together mixed with the crackle of the fire ignited flames in your lower gut, a familiar pressure beginning to build. Josh was almost to the edge too, his hips falling out of its perfect rhythm every now and then. “Where do you want me to come, doll?”

“Oh, fuck, come inside me, Josh. Please, need you to fill me – oh fuck – so bad.” Your eyebrows furrowed together as soon as Josh’s fingers reconnected with your clit. You whined, chanting ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ over and over again as the pressure almost reached its peak. “Wanna come with you, Josh. Please come with me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Shit, almost there.” You pulled his lips into yours, swallowing each and every moan that came with his climax, just as he swallowed your own. You pulled him closer with your arms wrapped around his neck, wanting his body as close to your own as possible. “Fuck, holy fuck.”

“That was fun.” You said, half out of breath. He chuckled, pulling out of you. He fell on the ground next to you, fingertips brushing your hand.

“We definitely should’ve done that on the couch. My knees are fuckin’ raw with rug burn.”

“I hate you so much. I suggested that earlier and you we're like 'no, I don't wanna, I wanna have sex with my girlfriend on the floor'. Your rugburn is your fault, Joshua.” He turned towards you, smiling crookedly as he pulled your body close to his. He littered kisses all around your face, making you giggle. “We should play these games more often.”

“Maybe next time we’ll actually get to a winner.”

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chapter three | fuck buddies

title | gimmie all your love

summary | what could be a better way to spend the day then a bet and some consequences?

warnings | 18+ as always please !

word count | 4.3k

author’s note | i was a bit hungover writing some of this lmfao, i love you guys sm. y’all are amazing and the sweetest humans alive ! enjoy this while i write up a new fic to hopefully be posted on thursday or friday. no promises tho, i’ve got a wedding this weekend and some other homework to focus on as well as work, but i’ll do my absolute best. i love y’all for real

song of the chapter | gimmie all your love, alabama shakes

❝gimmie all your love / gimmie all you got, baby❞

The constant vibrate you felt in your head reminded you of yesterday’s actions. You were reluctant to open your eyes due to the increasingly annoying headache you began to feel the more aware you were of your awakeness. “Fuck,” your voice was hoarse, the word falling from your lips an octave lowered than you had expected it to.

“Don’t worry, I’m already your savior with water and Tylenol.” Jake spoke, setting the glass down on the table next to your side of the bed.

“Why are you yelling, Jake? It is early ass in the morning.” He chuckled, sitting next to you, helping you sit up as one of your hands occupies your temple.

“Actually, it’s almost three in the afternoon.” You looked at Jake bugeyed. “No, I’m not joking.”

You took the Tylenol in your hand, washing it down with water. The water felt like heaven as it went down your throat. You basically chugged the glass Jake brought you, finishing it fast. You fell backwards slowly onto the bed, not wanting to move too fast in fear of vomiting. “Jake, my head is fucking pounding, dude. I’m never drinking again, especially that cheap ass vodka.”

Silence fell between the two of you, Jake’s eyes looking at you laying on the bed with your hands covering your face. He finally spoke after moments of silence. “We’re planning on going to a dive bar tonight..”

“Oh, fuck me.” You sat up fast, head spinning. “I’m gonna need a shot of the… fuckin’… strongest thing in the house to get through the day.”

“Thought you weren’t drinking ever again.” You looked at him, a death glare before getting out of bed. Your balance was slightly fucked, almost tipping over as you stood. He reached out to grab your hands, but you insisted you were fine. “Whatever you say, Wobbles.”

“Call me that again and I’ll kick your ass.” You pointed your finger towards him.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I bet I could, Jacob.” You scowled at him, pushing past to go into the kitchen. Mackenzi looked just as rough as you did. The bags under her eyes, the sluggish nature of all of her movements. She wasn’t her normal, bubbly, energetic self. “You look like shit, Mack.”

“You too, asshat.” You gave a stiff laugh. That was all you could muster. The thought of real laughter made your head hurt, pulsate even. You grabbed the coffee pot from its place and poured some of it into a mug, grabbing the bottle of vodka from the cabinet under the sink and poured a shot of it in there as well. Everyone watched you, but you didn’t care. You needed the pounding headache that was growing to go away. “Before anyone says anything, I will literally murder you and your firstborns. Let me do my thing.”

Everyone chuckled lightly as you drank your coffee. You didn’t have time to fuck around with creamer and sugar. Jake knew that your headache was wicked then, since you always put creamer and sugar in your coffee. You put your mug in the sink once you were finished, heading back towards your and Jake’s room. “What’re you doing?”

“Going to take a shower, Jake, I smell bad.” You didn’t actually, compared to how raunchy the boys smelled after their live shows on hot days, this was absolutely nothing.

“You mind if I join you?” He asked, leaning up against the door frame, watching you pick out some clothes to change into after your shower. You turned around, looking him up and down. You knew he showered last night, bits and pieces of last night were still alive in your brain.

Jake’s lips caressed your hips, his hands were steady against your thighs, rubbing them as he kissed a line from your hips to your navel. Your bottom lip was kept between your teeth, head thrown back, back arched from the mattress. His nose nudges your thighs apart, hooded eyes looking up at you.

Another memory snapshot involved Jake behind you, your leg held up by Jake’s hand, the other wrapped around your torso, hand loosely over your mouth. His strokes were of moderate pace, only speeding up to slow down again, feeling himself fill you up over and over again.

Your lips lazily ran over Jake’s, his fingertips drawing circles in your back. He’s humming “Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver into your hair. You twirled a piece of his hair around your index finger, lightly giggling to yourself. Post orgasm happiness setting in.

“I guess, even though you already showered last night.” You brushed past him, he followed you closely behind.

“Maybe, but I got pretty dirty after.” He winked at you, closing the door behind you. He sat on the toilet this time, watching you get undressed. Once you had turned the water on, letting the warmth of it engulf you completely, Jake joined you shortly after, wrapping his arms around you, lips brushed against your ear. “How’re you feeling now?”

Feeling his hot breath against the skin of your ear caused goosebumps to rise all over your body. He watched closely as you brought your tongue over your bottom lip, turning your head towards him. You looked up, eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes. “Better.”

You turned your head back to face the showerhead, letting the water fall down your front. Jake paid close attention to the way the water cascaded over your breasts, eyes filled with lust as if though this was the first time he was seeing them. His hands moved away from your shoulders, fingertips gently grazing over the skin from your ribcage to your hips. They ghosted over where the waistband of your panties would be, testing the waters.

You grabbed his hand with your own, leading him towards your center. You let out a sigh as his middle finger skims over your clit, head rolling back enough to reach Jake’s shoulder. His lips kissed the junction of your jaw and neck, finger drawing figure eight’s over your clit gently. You pushed your hips into his hand, begging for more pressure. You could feel him smirk against the skin of your shoulder, shivers running rampant down your spine. “That feel good, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, him using more pressure with each circle. Your face contorted in pleasure, teeth digging into your bottom lip before you gasped, Jake slipping a finger inside of you. “S-So good.”

“Hmm, I bet it does. You feel so good wrapped around my finger. Mind if I add another?” Once he did, you moaned at the new feeling - the new angle of which his fingers we’re working you. his free hand held you flush against him. “So pretty like this.”

Jake’s words of appreciation rang through your head. “Prettiest woman on planet Earth, you’re an absolute beauty. You gonna cum all over my fingers for me, baby?”

You nodded fiercely, the pressure beginning to build up from his words. They coaxed low moans out of you, your back arching from his chest. The more build up you felt in your core, the more desperate the whines were that left your mouth. You were a complete mess. “Almost there, Jakey, mhm.”

“C’mon pretty girl, cum for me. Cum all over my fingers, show me who’s pussy this is.” Jake’s words were enough to push you over the edge, the familiar feeling of an orgasm washing over you. Your body went slack, hips rutting against his hand, your mouth open, but no words fell out. Part of it was because your orgasm was intense enough to instil a wordlessness from you, but also because Jake shushed you, a light whisper, barely audible. You leaned up against the shower wall, Jake’s body never leaving yours. “Do you want me to wash your hair for you?”

“Mhm, please.” That orgasm knocked all the strength you still had right out of you. Jake was gentle when he washed your hair, a very light and dainty smile never leaving your face. His nails raked over your scalp, making sure the product reached all the way to your roots. He removed the shower head, using one of his hands to guard your face from the water and soap that was falling down. He did the same thing with the conditioner. You huffed out a laugh, looking at Jake, “Returning the favor from last night, huh?”

“Guess so.” He smirked. That level of playfulness carried through the rest of your shower, washing up your and Jake’s bodies. Laughter sounded throughout the house as you and Jake dried up, getting dressed. Nobody thought twice about it, except for Mackenzi and Joy, who were gaining consciousness of your situation.

Seven thirty rolled around, the sun had already dipped below the horizon. The car was packed, each of you needing to fit in there like sardines in a can. You sat on top of Jake’s lap, Josh driving, Sam, Joy, Mack and Danny all fitting either in the backseat or the front. The familiar sounds of the Fleet Foxes filled the speakers, windows all rolled down as the wind tumbled through everyone’s hair. You closed your eyes, letting the breeze and sun hit your face. Jake swore in that moment he almost let three words slip from his mouth. He wouldn’t let you know, though, never giving in to the idea of him loving you as anything more than a friend.

“Aha, Lonnie’s Dive. We’ve made it everyone! Safely remove yourselves from the vehicle and let’s go eat!” Nobody safely removed themselves from anywhere. Everything with those boys was done with little to no caution, think before doing completely thrown out the door. Wasn’t even a thought in their minds.

Everything inside the dive bar was rustic. It breathed life into the midwest, southernistic style. The longhorn antlers hung virtually almost everywhere inside. Cow hides and saddles were littering the walls. It almost made you want to burst out laughing, just from how Texan this seemed to you. You sat between the twins, Jake on your right, Josh to your left.

Modern country rang through the speakers, but it could barely be heard over your table’s laughter. A few drinks had already been consumed; you normally didn’t drink darker liquor, but you decided to drink some whiskey. It felt harsh going down, whiskey was stronger than what you had remembered. But of course, the last time you drank whiskey you were freshly twenty, your mother buying it for you to drink with the friends you had made in college.

Barbequed sandwiches littered the table, few of them had salads or soups in front of them.

“Wanna play some pool?” Jake asked, leaning over to whisper in your ear. You nodded, getting up and immediately rushing over to the pool table. You stuck in a $1.25 in quarters, the balls came out as you made Jake rack them. You grabbed two pool sticks, handing one to Jake as you set up to break it. “We should make a wager.”

“Should we now?”

“Winner makes the loser their bitch?” Jake offers, pool stick under his arm. You laughed, walking over towards Jake after finally breaking the balls.

“I already do that, don’t I?” Your question was sly, a smirk rising on his face as he licked over his teeth. His tongue laid against the inside of his cheek, the sight making all of the heat in your body go to your cheeks and your core.

“I’m not your bitch.”

“You aren’t?” Your eyebrows knitted together in fake confusion.

“No,” he said, leaning over the table, hitting the cue ball against a striped one, your eyes watching it go into the hole. He stood back up, face inches from yours. “If anything, you’re my bitch.”

“So, you’re saying if I win, I get to do whatever I want to you?” You ask, watching Jake as he walks around the table. He nods, queuing up for another shot, which he also makes.

There was no way you were winning this one. So, you wagered it more. Best two out of three. And even then, you still didn’t fucking win. Jake was going to be able to do whatever he wanted to you. The thought drove you wild. While queuing up for another round, he walks behind you, his lips brushing your ear as it did this morning, “Meet me in the bathroom in five. Our bet starts now, pretty.”

Mackenzie and Joy stopped you before you were able to make your way to the bathroom. “What’s going on between you and Jake, huh?”

“What?” You asked, cut off from your plan. “Oh, um nothing. We’re just friends.”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that, Y/N.”

“Like what, Joy?” You were oblivious to what she was saying. You didn’t think you and Jake looked at each other any differently, besides when you’re both incredibly fucking horny, but that’s beside the point.

“You guys just look at each other like you’re more than friends.”

“We are just friends, though. It’s not anything more than that.” But was it? Did you think about the possibilities of it becoming something more? Did you even want to begin to entertain the idea of it becoming something more? You shook their words out of your mind, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

As soon as you walked in, Jake’s hand grabbed your forearm, dragging you into one of the stalls. He pinned you against the wall, his thigh between your legs. The friction his jeans created against your center was delicious. It took the breath right out of your throat, one of Jake’s hands pulling your hair at the base to give him access to your neck. “What took you so long, huh? Thought I told you five minutes?”

“Not my fault. Mackenzi and Joy stopped me.” Your lips attempted to meet Jake’s, the hand that was one in your hair was now holding your chin. His eyes never left your lips, his teeth bringing his bottom lip between his top and bottom row. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“It’s not about what I’m gonna do about it.” Your eyes moved from Jake’s lips to his eyes, questioning what intentions he had with you. His other hand moved your hips against his thigh, the friction causing you to audibly gasp. His lips twisted into a gentle smirk, watching the way your eyes focus on his thigh. “Ride my thigh, baby.”

“In my jeans or do you want me bare?” You bit on your bottom lip, looking at Jake as innocently as possible. Either way, Jake was going to have fun with you. He motions for you to take off your bottoms, handing them to Jake. He grabbed your underwear from your shorts, putting them inside of his back pocket. The thought of him being able to grab them out at any point drove you insane, thank God Jake’s thigh was back underneath you. He kissed your lips gently, waiting for you to begin.

“C’mon, pretty baby, get yourself off on my thigh. I wanna see you cum.” His brown eyes bore into yours, lips a delicate touch away from your own. Jake’s voice was the perfect mix of sultry and quiet - coaxing you to do whatever he so wished.

You began to move your hips, agonizingly slow. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth again, watching your mouth hang open as you pace yourself against Jake’s legs. His jeans against your clit allowed for the mouth whiniest of mewls to fall from your lips, rutting your hips due to the sensation.

The power Jake felt watching you get yourself off drove him insane. The lust that coursed through his veins was all the intoxication he needed. His lips and teeth made themselves comfortable against your neck, your chest, any area of your body that Jake could get his mouth on. “So sexy, I love the way you fuck yourself against my leg, you look so desperate.”

“I am,” you huff out, stomach beginning to tighten. “Don’t wanna cum on your thigh, J, wanna cum on that dick of yours.”

His hands stopped your hips. Your eyes instantly snap towards his face. “You don’t get to cum on my dick yet. If you’d rather cum there, you’re gonna have to wait til we get back to the house.”

The wait time in particular until the two of you would be alone was two and a half hours. Two and a half fucking hours. Your mind was so buzzed, high on the almost orgasm Jake gave you. You watched him intently as he continued weaving in and out of conversations with the others, laughing and joking around.

It got difficult to not excuse yourself to the bathroom to take care of the problem yourself when Jake started to do that thing he does with his hand on his chin, stroking the absence of a beard. He knew he looked good, especially with the way you were eye fucking him. The car ride home was going to be just as torturous as the rest of the time spent at the bar was.

Although, there was one advantage you had.

The car ride home came, everybody piled into the car again, you sat atop Jake’s lap as you did before. You continued to shift in Jake’s lap, knowing damn well the damage you were going to cause to yourself later. Feeling him grow in his pants gave you the feeling of having the upperhand, although deep down you knew that it was the opposite. Depending on what Jake had in mind, this was simply adding fuel to whatever fires he was brewing.

You and Jake urged to the group once back at the cabin that the two of you were going to be under a food induced coma. You wished everyone a good night, Jake following you into your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your arms as you looked over at Jake, facing the shut door undoing his belt. He removed it, turning back towards you. You bit your lip as you eyed him up and down. The t-shirt Jake was sporting fit to his body so well, tight in all of the right places.

“Stop biting your lip, you know that drives me crazy.” He pulled your lip from your bottom teeth, your body following Jake’s. Your head was right in front of his cock, eyes just barely meeting his navel. Your hands instinctively went for the button of his jeans, undoing his zipper slowly. His hands grab yours, you search Jake’s eyes for an answer. “Tonight’s not about me, Y/N, tonight’s about you.”

“Me?” Jake nodded in response, grabbing your hands to help you up. He undoes the laces of your shoes, helping you slip them and your socks off, moving to unbutton your shorts. He let you step out of those yourself, helping you out of your shirt. His arms wrapped around your torso, undoing your bra clasp. He held you there for a moment, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Lay down.” His voice was soft, but carried weight. You did as you were told, head on top of the pillows. He slipped off his boots, followed by his pants before crawling over to you. He knew where he wanted to start, but he was so awestruck by the look of your naked body. “So beautiful.”

He spread your legs a little, crawling between them before pressing his lips to yours. Your hands found his face, holding him as closely as you possibly could without hurting either of you. His hand grabbed your thigh, hitching it over his hip. You were still sensitive partially due to the friction of his jeans from earlier, but also because of how needy you were already at his point. His tongue tasted the faintness of the whiskey on your breath, humming as he moved to kiss down your neck. “You mind if I tie your hands, baby?”

“Yes sir.” He pressed a quick kiss to your neck before pulling his belt up off the floor. Your hands were put above your head, arms laced through the cracks in the headboard. It turned both you and Jake on immensely, his dick somehow getting harder (as if that was even possible), you became more wet. He looked at your entire body, how provocative you looked while laid out in wait.

“We didn’t lock the door, pretty girl. You know what that means?” He asks, his fingertips ghosting over your nipples. You shook your head no. “Anyone could walk in right now and you see like this… so desperate for my dick.”

His words sent pools of pleasure to your core, your thighs attempting to rub together to gain some sort of friction - some sort of relief, some sort of semblance of something. His mouth came to greet your breasts, dragging his bottom lip between the two of them as he pressed gentle kisses over each nipple. He hummed in satisfaction as he kissed from your breast bone to your navel, reveling in the way you sucked in a breath, his kiss tickling you.

He took his time with you, teasing you with open mouthed kisses all around your core. His lips never once touched your clit, falling towards the insides of your thighs. “Hmm. You look so pretty like this, baby. Do you think you look pretty like this?”

“If you say I’m a pretty girl, J, I’m the prettiest girl.” What made you feel like the prettiest girl was the way Jake looked at you, the way he looked when he came inside of you, because of you. That made you feel ethereal, more beautiful than loads of things in the world.

“You’re not just pretty, baby.” His flat tongue liked a stripe upwards, collecting some of your juices. You let out a low moan, pulling against Jake’s belt wrapped around your wrists. His hand grabbed at your breast, kneading it as he continued to eat you out. You tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible though it was becoming increasingly difficult.

The way Jake ate you out with such care mixed with the forced delay of your first orgasm of the night, it was no shock that your first orgasm would come that fast. It washed over you, your mouth was switched between being hung open and no words falling out of your mouth, or your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a moan.

The second one came almost as quickly as the first, Jake beginning to add his fingers into the mix, his mouth occupying your clit, his fingers curling in and out of you. Your arms strain against the belt, wanting nothing more than to touch him, any part of him.

Your eyes glued themselves to the way his lips moved up your body, his fingers never leaving your cunt, only to ever occupy your clit. You met his gaze, seeing a soft nature behind his pupils despite how dirty the scene was in front of him. Your legs were spread, arms tied together above your head slightly, mouth slightly agape, breathing heavily. “You’re a goddess.”

His words filled you with fire, your cheeks becoming hot. Surely Jake was drunk, right? His words held no more meaning than a drunken compliment, slipping past with a hiccup. Jake didn’t hiccup, though. His breathing was steady, eyes raking over your face.

With the incoming of your third orgasm, he watched the way your face twisted up in pleasure this time. His lips pressing feather light kisses to your neck and shoulder, occasionally laying one on your cheek. “Please, Jake, I-I can’t take much more.”

“You want to cum on my dick for your last one, baby?” You nod your head vigorously, attempting to keep yourself together, attempting to make it through this third orgasm. “Your wish is my command, goddess.”

He slips his boxers down his legs after undoing the belt, letting your arms fall free. He presses kisses to your wrists, a gentle appreciation of your submission. He settles himself between your legs, running himself up and down your slit a few times, hearing you mewl in overstimulation. “Just this one more, baby, okay?”

“Yes sir.” You both let out a gasp, yours louder than his. His pace was slow, steady. His hips fell into a delicious rhythm, his hand loosely around your chin, making you look at him. Your arms were draped over his shoulders, slightly weak from the strain of the belt. “Fuck, Jake, feels so good.”

“I know, baby, I know. Fucking you is like a religious experience.” He admits, his praise making your head spin, your vision becoming slightly blurred. “You’re taking all of me so good, pretty girl. So good. You’re the only one that can take my cock so good. Are you gonna cum one last time on my dick, baby.”

“Mhm.” You felt it draw closer, the string of pleasure beginning to snap. “So close.”

“C’mon, baby, let go for me. Let go.” His words pushed you over the edge, your hips gyrating in any way they could, riding out the last of your orgasm. Tears fell lightly from your eyes, Jake’s arms wrapping around you. He held you tightly against him, the clench of you around him was enough to push him over the edge, profanity lightly falling from his lips. “Fuck.”

He stayed inside of you, letting you calm down completely before pulling out of you. You were so tired, your body completely drained of all energy. “Was that alright?”

“Mhm, ‘m tired now.”

“I can tell, pretty,” his finger pushes a strand of hair from your face. “You get some sleep, okay? I’m gonna grab some water from downstairs. I’ll be right back.”

You’re drunk on your orgasms, body disoriented from anything. You wanted Jake to stay with you, but you were too tired to truly care about where he was going. “Okay, love you.”

Wait, what?

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flower power | j.m. kiszka.

title | flower power

summary/request | "Any chance I could get a Josh Kiszka fluffy smut where maybe they had a crush on each other when they were teens but they both denied it and the reader meets Josh again after he becomes famous and they confess their feelings? Then it could turn into a fluffy smut?"

warnings | this does have smut towards the end, but that's mostly all of the warnings. it's sweet smut, so no dirty dirty shit

word count | 3k

author’s note | this was sort of rushed but also not?? some of it was, but there were parts that i had written for a while, just needed to connect them. it's unedited as always, i'll eventually get around to editing my shit lmfao

enjoy this besties! i love you all sm, thank you for all that you do always :)

don't ever hesitate to send requests ! or send me songs to listen to ! i love new music :) the link to my ask is right here: [x]

The day you first met Josh was bizarre from start to finish. Not in the sense that it was all weird but almost too perfect, cliche. You were the new girl at Frankenmuth High School. The bell rung and you were hopelessly lost, the school (although small) was a fuckin’ maze to you. A student came from the main office, backpack slung over one shoulder. “You lost?”

“Um, yeah. I just moved from Detroit and I have no idea where I'm going.” You huffed out a laugh, hand running through your hair. You handed him your schedule, eyes looking over it. “Can you please help me find my homeroom?”

“Yeah, you’re with me. For most of your classes, actually.” You began to follow after him, your feet always two steps behind his. “I'll be your personal escort of the day, alright?”

“Thank you.” You breathed out, walking behind him into your first class of the day, English 10.

You were enthralled by how smart Josh was. You had learned more about him as the school year dragged on. He introduced you to the play, different clubs that the school had as well as his family. You even got to pick up the guitar due to Jake, who taught you every time you came over, which was quite a bit.

You had become inseparable from them. Anytime someone would see Josh anywhere, you would not be far behind. Every early on gig they had, you were there. You loosely became their guitar tech, handing Joshua his guitars and Sam his bass whenever he would switch to the piano. However, scheduling conflicts forced you to choose between them and your dream of medical school.

Studying pre-med at University of Michigan was an absolute dream come true. The friends you made would last a lifetime, some of them becoming engaged and married, asking you to be in their wedding. When your 25th birthday came, and you still hadn’t gotten a boyfriend or girlfriend, you decided that maybe you were destined to be all alone.

You scavenged the web, looking for concert tickets as a present to yourself. A present for your birthday, for getting through the gruelling final exams, the late night study sessions -- all of it. A name rang a familiar bell, the name sounding so familiar. It all clicked. “Holy shit.”

You tried your hardest to get pit tickets. When you had succeeded, a million things raced through your mind. Most of them were curse words. You FaceTimed as many of your friends as you could, asking them what to wear. The faster their tour date came around, the more nervous you were.

You were so endlessly proud of them, the biggest smile rose on your face anytime their music played. You had missed them, not realizing how much you did until you’d listened to the studio versions of their songs, knowing their first couple drafts of them didn’t sound nearly as good. You knew how gruelling some of those songs were to them - the riff wouldn’t cooperate the way Jake wanted it to, Josh’s voice wouldn’t harmonize with itself the way he imagined it.

But now here you were, right against the barricade, closer to Jake’s side but relatively in the middle. Your heart pounded inside your chest, batting around your ribcage. You had talked to a few of the other girls against the barricade with you, laughing with them as you really take in the impact that they’ve made in these girls' lives. Your heart swells, knowing how much they love what they do.

They came out on stage, one by one, Danny coming first. You made eye contact with Jake, who’s eyes lit up like NYC during Christmas time. Sam came out next, looking over to Jake before seeing you in the crowd. He waved wildly, goofy smile painted on his face. Last to join the stage was Joshua.

The highschooler you had known was gone. Instead, a man replaced him on stage. The way he carried himself was so full of swagger, your breath was taken away by how beautiful he looked. You had always had a little thing for Josh. You never let it go anywhere, though, out of fear of rejection. Memories of the past came rushing through your head, your body feeling faint with how powerful they were.

Jake sat next to Josh on the couch, guitar laid in his lap as he strummed a tune that was unbeknownst to you. Sam fucked around on the bass, attempting to match it with a baseline. Danny’s fingers drummed on his thighs, watching Sam’s face as he played. The rhythm section was inseparable, much like you and Josh were.

Your body was close enough to Josh’s that you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your eyes closed as Josh began to vocalize, random strings of words falling out. The more and more you listened to him, the more at ease you felt. Your heart soared out of your chest, the smile left on your face couldn’t be any wider. This was home.

But the good memories came up just as much as the bad memories did.

“It’s selfish of me to not want you to go.” Josh spoke, sadness clear in his voice.

“It’s just as selfish of me to not want you to go, too, but being able to travel and do what you love is your passion. Although it’s Jake’s dream of being a musician, you bring light and love to these people, Josh. You’re an absolute ray of sunshine, you should share your light and wisdom with as many people as you can. I’m not going to stop you from seeing the states, hell, even the other side of the world. We’re just on different paths right now. We can always visit when you’re back in town.”

“I don’t even know when that is, Y/N. We’ll be on the road for at least two years.” It made your heart heavy knowing what you had to do.

“I can wait two years to see you, Josh.” You spoke, wrapping your arms around him. “But for right now, we have to say goodbye.”

“I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“Then don’t think of it as goodbye. Think of it as a way of saying ‘see you later’ or something.” He nodded, arms tightening around you. You could feel his tears hit your shirt, causing your eyes to water.

Those two years did wonders. They had matured so much. Josh’s undercut had grown out a bit, his hair becoming more and more unruly curly.

His eyes met yours, almost faltering over the words. You smiled warmly at him, face absolutely beaming. His smile became so wide, his pearly whites almost blinded everyone in the crowd. It amazed you how beautiful he had become.

He was already beautiful, especially in high school, but now he was just so much more confident in himself, what he does, in the music he makes. It looked good on him, looked way too good on him.

The song played. The one they wrote in their garage, you sitting next to Josh on the ground. “This one’s for my best friend from high school who’s in the crowd tonight. She’s seen many versions of all the songs you’ve heard so far. This one’s called ‘Flower Power’.”

His wink towards you made your face hot. Your eyes became glossy as you watched Josh sing. Your heart filled with as much love and light as it did in that garage.

The show ended too soon in your opinion. You loved listening to them, their sound having matured over the years they had been gone. You lingered around the barricade, waiting for one of them to come up to you. Jake was the first one, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you both from side to side. “It is so good to see you. College’s really made you hotter, hasn’t it?”

“I could say the same for you guys and the tour. How’s it been?”

“You have no idea how beautiful some of the places we’ve been are. Josh will have to take you some day.” A light pink painted your cheeks. “Lord knows how long he’s had a crush on you.”

What?

“He does not have a crush on me, Jake.” He gave you that look, you know the one. The ‘yeah whatever you say dumbass’ look. “I’m serious!”

“He has a crush on you, and you have a crush on him.”

“Crush sounds so juvenile, Jake. It’s not even like that!”

“Yeah okay. Let me know when you two finally profess your love for each other.” He walked away with a wink, Josh coming from the same direction.

“Hi,” his voice was quiet, nerves rattled throughout his tone. “You look… beautiful.”

“You look good, too.”

“The boys and I were going to go to the bars to get a drink, would you like to come with us?” You nodded, walking backstage with Josh. You hugged Sam and Danny as they were dressed back in their street clothes, talking and catching up with them while Josh got redressed.

The shots you took with them went down like water. Drinking had become slightly easy for you, needing to find a way to wind down in undergrad. Fireball just tasted like Big Red, tequila and vodka tasted like water, and whiskey had always tasted like dirt to you. The boys watched as you tried to outdrink Jake, which failed. You had given up, remembering how hard they even went in high school. You could outdrink high school Jake, but not musician Jake.

“You wanna go outside and get some air?” Josh asked, slightly yelling over the music in your ear. You nodded, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair.

“I’m so proud of you.” You spoke, the cold air hitting the two of you as soon as the door opened.

“I’m proud of you too. Pre med is no joke.” Josh grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the backside of your hand. “I missed you everyday.”

“I missed you, too, Josh.” His lips looked soft. You couldn’t stop staring at them, especially as his tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Would you like to go back to my apartment? We can have a sleepover like we used to in high school.”

“I’d love to.”

Your apartment was just as he suspected it would be. Nice and neat, slight Halloween decorations lingering although Halloween had long since been over. Photos from high school had littered some of the tables, others were filled with who he presumed to be your roommate and other friends you had made during your time at UM.

“I feel bad for missing out on so much. Tour got so hectic.”

“Don’t apologize, Josh. It’s not your fault. We were both incredibly busy. I barely had any time for myself, let alone anyone else.”

“Not even a boyfriend?” Josh asked, questioning your relationship status. He was curious for himself.

“No boyfriends for me.” You had him follow you into your bedroom, handing him one of his old t-shirts. “I have a bunch of them, so don’t hesitate to take it with you.”

“You kept some of my shirts?”

“Karen gave me a bunch of them after you guys left for tour. She also visited me and brought me tons of home cooked meals. I swear, your mother thinks I’m one of her children.”

“She does it because she loves you,” you turned around, about to tell him that you knew that. He was standing super close to you, face not far apart from yours. “I love you too.”

“I love you too Josh.”

“Not as a friend.”

The silence that cut through the air wasn’t awkward. It was more comforting than anything. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your hands played with his hair, “you mean it?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years now, I can’t keep it in anymore.”

“I love you too. Not as a friend.” Years of anticipation built up between you and him. Your eyes both flickered from each other’s eyes to their lips. Leaning forward slowly, Josh met you in the middle, his lips pressing to yours lightly.

Fireworks, stars, the fucking Aurora Borealis, whatever you wanna call it - you saw it. It lit a fire inside your bones, making you ache for something you didn’t even know you were missing. His hands pulled your body closer to his, tightening on your waist. You sighed into the kiss, a sense of calm washing over you. You walked him backwards, letting him sit himself on your bed.

You sat on his lap, tracing over every inch of his chest lightly. His hand stayed placed on your thigh, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He could stare at you forever and not think of it as a waste of time. For you were his muse, the reason his songs usually contained love and happiness in them. He gazed into your eyes like there was nothing else to look at, like there was only you. “You’re so beautiful, mama. Even more than words can describe.”

Strap by strap your clothing was removed. When you were fully naked, you sat on the bed, waiting for Josh to finish. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his body. He was absolutely perfect, from the slant of his shoulders, to his hip bones, which stuck out a bit. You didn’t understand how you became so lucky to have shared such an intimate moment with someone as amazing as him, but maybe you did. It had been years in the making. You held out your hands, a small, endearing smile on your face. He gladly accepted your hands, kneeling on the bed in front of you.

With your hands still holding one another’s, your lips reconnected. It was slow and wet, which was exactly what was needed. His lips were soft against yours, his tongue gliding against your bottom lip, but soon his lips slipped from yours, travelling towards the curvature of your jaw, following down your neck. He laid you down, his hands removing themselves from yours, finding their spot on your hips.

It felt like his hands were everywhere and they pretty much were. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. He went back to kissing your lips, his tongue running along your bottom lip again. His lips lazily dragged along every inch of your body, moans and soft curses falling from your lips. They slowly made their way down to the lowest part of your stomach, your eyes rolling back into your head out of frustration. You whined, “Do something, please.”

“We’re not in any rush, mama. Just let me explore you a bit.” His knuckles were grazing the inside of your thigh as he spoke, inching ever-so-slightly towards your core. He kissed the top of your thigh, making his way towards your hip bones. He kissed the skin right above your cunt, as the knuckles on his hands grazed over your bare center. You gasped out, your hands finding their way to his hair. He smiled against your skin, teasing you as you tugged at his roots.

“Josh, please.” Your voice was hoarse with desperation.

“Of course, love.” His face pulled away from you, as his hands replaced his face. Your moans were only loud enough for the both of you to hear. His lips twitched to form a small smirk, before planting kisses on your neck. The pleasure coming from his mouth and his fingers were overwhelming, curse words left your mouth louder than the moans did. But his hands and his mouth detached from you, making you whine.

“Lemme take care of you, okay?” He spoke softly, pushing hair out of your face, and you didn’t object. You nodded, pulling Josh down on top of you. You both giggled, your lips connecting once more. Josh unwrapped the condom and slid it on, looking into her eyes afterwards. “Are you all good?”

“All good,” you whispered. He smiled at you, pressing his lips to yours as he entered you. He wrapped your legs around his waist, waiting until you had given him the okay to move again. Your bodies molded together, his hands roaming all over your body. You fit together perfectly, the last two pieces of a puzzle falling into place. It was just as slow as your kiss - hips moving in a perfect rhythm, Josh moaning into your ear as your nails raked down his back, “Agh fuck.”

You could feel it, you were both so close. Beads of sweat littered both of your faces, your hands intertwined once again. Hips rocked into each other’s, yours more rapid. His breathing was irregular, his chest rising and falling quickly, almost as quickly as yours. You were already on your way to release from before, your hips reacting before you even knew what was happening. Your high washed over you like waves from the ocean. Quickly after, Josh’s high washed over him as well, his hips still moving until he rode it out.

You laid next to each other, your hand reaching for his. Your fingers interlaced, Josh’s hand bringing yours up to his lips. His kiss was soft against your warm skin. You smiled, unlocking your fingers, turning your body towards his. The confidence within yourself grew with every touch, you didn’t mind being bare in front of him. All your cares and worries were kissed away. His fingers pushed hair from your face. “You’re honestly so fucking beautiful. In every fucking way.”

“Kinda mad it took us this long to get to this point.” He kissed your nose, bringing the covers over you. “But good luck getting rid of me now.”

“It might have taken a while, but I wouldn’t change anything for the world. Now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go..” He turned on the television, letting the sounds of late night t.v. help guide you both to sleep.

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clementine daydreams | s. kiszka

title | clementine daydreams

summary | sam? eating a clementine? drop dead sexy

warnings | 18+ only please. this is pure smut

word count | 1.5k

author’s note | hello loves! i haven’t been able to get sam off my mind these past couple days, so enjoy this little mess i wrote yesterday in my communications class lmfao. enjoy this babes :) x

als o ! school & work have been kicking my ass bruh. i’m now a manager at the place i work, so i have a bit more responsibilities there, but i have a couple weekends off for family stuff that i WILL be writing during! i’m trying to post on tuesday’s and saturday’s (hence today’s post). next thing i’m gonna post is a josh fic, i swear !

Your eyes didn’t drift from the lower half of Sam’s face. You almost studied it so intensely, you swore you could burn holes in his face. He was freshly shaven, baby face Sam had made his comeback. His light scruff was alright, you loved him either way, but the scruff always scratched against your face or other parts of your body. You didn’t mind the bit of pain, but baby face Sam just held such a different level of beauty.

One of the things you loved most about Sam physically was his nose. It traveled through the Kiszka family, Josh and Jake sporting it as well. His strong nose was one of the first things you noticed about Sam when you had met him a few years back. The night in its entirety was a blur, but it ended with Sam in your bed. The next morning he had woken before you and made breakfast, since then the rest has been history.

And now here you were, sitting across from him with your schoolwork in front of you. While he was across from you, Sam leaned against the counter, phone in one hand and a clementine in the other. His jaw clenched with every bite, sometimes needed to slurp the juices from the clementine, the ripest ones always somehow managed to be found by Sam. The juices trickled down his lips, past his chin and down his neck before reaching its base. On occasion, the juices dripped down his neck and onto his chest.

The urge to lick the juice from his neck overwhelmed you. The thought consumed your mind, persistent as you forced yourself from your seat, walking over towards Sam. He looked at you puzzled, locking his phone and setting it on the counter. You mumbled something about the juice getting everywhere, how he needs to be more careful when he eats juicy fruit before licking at the droplet that made a home for itself at the conjunction of his neck and breast bone. The mood shifted, Sam setting his clementine on the counter next to his phone.

You continued licking up his neck, continuing to collect any droplets with the flat of your tongue. Sam revelled in the feeling, throwing his head back as your tongue traveled over his Adam’s apple, pressing a chaste kiss to it before continuing on. When his neck and chest had been rid of the clementine juice, you grabbed his wrist, wrapping your mouth around each individual digit, eyes either closed or looking into Sam’s. His breath caught in his throat every time his eyes met yours. His mouth slightly agape, he looked awestruck, brain occupied with thoughts of your mouth and lustful tongue. With the hand that his phone was in, he gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

When you finished, you noticed how dark Sam’s eyes had gotten. With the hand that was wrapped around the edge of the counter, he brought it up to your face, connecting your lips with his own. He tasted like oranges, the citrusy smell lingered in the air even long after the clementines had been fully consumed. Sam lifted you onto the counter, body pressed against yours and he stood between your legs. A hand was on your thigh, pulling you closer to him. The other was still on your face, lips dancing with yours. Your hands occupied Sam’s hair, giving a gentle tug every once in a while, just to hear the low moan Sam would let out.

His lips departed from yours, but made friends with the juxtaposition of your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck, littering it with bites every once in a while, never hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to feel something. You hummed in appreciation, hands still in Sam’s hair as he worked his fingers at the end of your sweater, pulling it up inch by inch, letting you take it off as his mouth occupied the valley between your breasts.

You threw your sweater somewhere in the kitchen, shivering as Sam’s warm hand crawled up your back to undo your bra clasp. You threw that wherever as well, not caring about where it landed. All you could pay attention to was the feeling of Sam’s mouth on your nipples, and the warmth of his hands everywhere they could be.

He tugged at the waistband of your leggings, seconds away from ripping them off in any way he could. You lifted your hips off the counter to help him, your leggings taking your underwear off with them. He slipped a finger between your legs, lips inches away from yours. His breath fanned onto your face, lips forming a half smirk, “All this for me? Just cause I got a little messy with my clementine?”

“Mhm,” you tried to focus on the formulation of your sentences, but the way his finger swirled around your clit, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body held its stance of forethought. “Thought about what I would look like dripping down your chin.”

“Baby,” his voice was soft. “You don’t have to think, let’s find out.”

He parted your legs, eyes never straying from yours as we worked down your body. He left kisses on the insides of your thighs, occasionally biting the plush skin, leaving hickies wherever he pleased. That was the good thing about cooler weather -- no evidence was ever going to be shown. Your head leaned back, pressed against one of the cabinet doors, hands splayed out behind you, sitting yourself up.

Once his tongue had finally made its way to your heat, you were a mess in Sam’s mouth. His mouth paired with his long, slender fingers sent your thoughts to a heavenly place, mind completely entranced with Sam. You looked down at him, fingers slipping in and out of you, tongue licking circles around your clit. His eyes met yours, staring daggers into them as he continued to eat you out. Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes slightly closing with an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

He pulled himself away from you, “What do I look like with you dripping down my face, love? Just as good as you thought of?”

“Even better,” you nodded, your voice becoming high pitched as he worked his fingers, returning himself between your legs.

“Keep talkin’, babe.” Your mouth opened to say something, but was met instead with nothing as another wave of pleasure washed over you. A high pitched squeak left your mouth, before emitting another low one.

“Fuck, Sammy, you’re so good… so pretty… such a pretty boy. Mhm, love the way you, fuck fuck fuck, eat me out, babe. So good.” You could only infer how hard he was from the way he moaned against your cunt, working his tongue and fingers faster, bringing you to the brink of your first orgasm. You threw your head back, hands digging into Sam’s hair, heels digging into the bottoms of his shoulder blades. Your hands pulled his face closer to your body, not caring if you suffocated him or not. At least he would die a very happy man.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, rocking your hips against his face and fingers, allowing you to calm your own body down. Your breath was heavy, looking up at Sam with want in your eyes. He put his fingers inside his mouth, licking every last drop of your cum off. You grabbed his face, kissing and licking away the last of it that remained on his face. “Hmm, did you like that, baby?”

“I did,” you responded, rewrapping your legs around Sam’s waist this time, bringing him closer. Your hand danced around the elastic of his boxers, snapping it against his skin. His eyes carefully watched you, hands next to your hips on the counter. “But now I want you to fuck me. However you want me.”

He nodded to your request, lips attaching to yours once again. Your hands tugged at his boxers, trying your best to push them down his legs. He pulled away, slightly chuckling as he removed them completely, tossing them with the pile of your clothes that laid on the floor. Your smile was wide as you welcomed him back into your arms, wrapping them around his neck, resting on his shoulders. His hands had found themselves on your shoulders, running them down your back as he pulled you to the edge of the counter top.

As soon as he buried himself all the way inside of you, he let out a hum of relief. The feeling you got every time Sam filled you completely made you melt. The position you were in made it so you weren’t completely feeling like you were being split in half due to Sam’s size.

The way his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape combined with the sounds that fell from his mouth - you were bound to be gone again soon. The familiar flames of pleasure igniting, every passing second brought you closer and closer. You could tell he was too, his hips falling out of their perfect rhythm. You whined, that familiar build up in your stomach beginning to burst, “Oh fuck, fuck, fu-”

“Something wrong, babe?” Sam asked, pulling you out of your daze. Your head snapped up from absently gazing at the work in front of you. It was only a daydream?

“Hmm? No, nothing. Just… daydreaming again.” A small smile formed on your face, arms crossed on the bar counter, pencil tucked between your fingers.

“Hopefully about something good. Want a clementine?”

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dinner & diatribes | s. kiszka

title | dinner & diatribes

summary | fuck. there was something about her.

warnings | alcohol, swearing, frat parties, drug use, sexxxxxx (oral - male + female receiving, unprotected sex). basically, 18+ only please :)

word count | 2.9k+

author’s note | wrap it before you tap it please! keep yourself protected from stds:)

i haven’t edited this or read thru it, so if some parts are fucky that’s whyyy. enjoy this hozier lyric fic. there are more in the “series” on the way, one for each of the boys. also, this is my first like actual smut for any of the boys so go easy on me. anyways. via out x

❝that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of❞

College was a brand new start for Sam. His older brother’s had gone too, enjoying their time and made new friends along the way. So when Sam started school, he had already had a built in set of friends. Along the way though, he became incredibly close with his roommate, Danny. The two became inseparable, the dynamic duo everyone was told about. They were quite the show at parties as well.

The fraternities were trying so hard to get Sam to pledge, but nothing they did ever worked. Nothing they ever did interested Danny and Sam. They let him and Danny party at the house, whenever they wanted to. If they couldn’t get the two to join, they might as well befriend them.

This party was supposed to be a Halloween party. There were still people dressed up, but not as many as Sam and Danny would’ve liked. The pair came dressed, their attire was all white. They went as angels, their suits were designed and sewn by themselves. They steered away from any wine or truly any colored alcohol in fear of getting their suits ruined. Sure, some bleach would help, but these suits took a while. “Sam! Danny! You guys look great!”

“Thanks, Luke. Nice party.”

“People never get the memo, dude. I made everyone who wasn’t wearing a costume pay $5 to get in.” Luke rolled his eyes as he spoke, upset that his plans went through the floor. People littered the living room as well as the backyard, which was lit up by curtain lights. The LED’s in the living room were set to red, supposedly giving off “spooky” vibes, Luke’s words.

All of the alcohol was stored in cooler’s in the backyard, the kitchen was transformed into a beer pong tournament area. Luke had already found a pong partner, going against Nathan, another frat brother. The music was fucking Today’s Hits or some shit, the bass seemed to be way too loud compared to the other elements in music. Sam could barely hear himself think. “I’ll be back,” he yelled to Danny, “I’m gonna go get a beer. You want one?”

Danny nodded and Sam was now on a mission to find beer. The only problem with that was people were sitting on the coolers. They were all labeled, thank god, a piece of paper stuck to the side of the coolers with painter’s tape. On top of the beer cooler sat a girl wearing all black. Her boots were black, skirt was black, top was black -- everything was black. “Are you an angel?”

“I am,” he spoke. “Are you supposed to be a demon or something?”

“The devil, actually.” She pointed to her horns, which were also all black, paired with a gold crown with red flecks on it. “You’re a pretty boy, angel.” Sam wasn’t sure how to take that. Nobody had ever called him pretty before. His cheeks tinted a rosy pink before he asked her to grab him some beers from the cooler.

“Can I grab a few?”

“Sure,” she spoke, Sam extending her hand to help her up. “Be my guest.”

She smelled so good. Intoxicating. She smelled like something sweet, but also sultry. It was so hard to grasp what she actually smelled like. Was it strawberries and pine needles? Or was it rose and ash? While Sam pondered it, she had disappeared back into the constellation of people. Danny wasn’t anywhere to be found, he had wandered from his place in the kitchen somewhere Sam didn’t know of.

And he couldn’t find her. Where did she go?

His question would soon be answered by a walk into the living room, seeing her standing in a corner, talking to another girl who seemed to be dressed similar to her, minus the crown of course. Both of them were insanely beautiful, but there was something… more about the crowned woman across the room from him. He wasn’t sure what the fuck it was, but there was something he just couldn’t get enough of.

He walked over to her, some EDM music played over the speakers, it felt like it was shaking the house with how powerful the bass in the song was. People were dancing along to the music in the living room, creating a vast sea of people for Sam to travel through in order to get back to his mystery woman.

“You found me,” she looked up at Sam through her eyelashes.

“I did.” He leaned up against the wall, one hand by her head. “Did you want me to find you?”

“I was hoping you would.. Someone like you…” She started, pulling him closer by his button-up shirt. “I could have a little fun with.”

The smirk on her face was borderline deadly. The look in her eyes made Sam so curious, anxious in wait to see what was in store for the pair. She had a plan cooked up -- he could taste it. It was metallic tasting.

Her hand held on to Sam’s loosely enough to keep a grip. He blindly followed her upstairs. He would do anything she asked of him. She knew it too. She knew that with one simple question, ask him to do one simple thing, he would do so without hesitation. That’s what she really got off on. Or at least, it was the first of many things.

Learning what she tasted like was like walking into heaven itself. The minute they found themselves in an open room, their lips wouldn’t dare to detach from each other. There was something so sweet about the way she tasted. But what the fuck was it? She tasted so sweet, but so sour in everything she did.

Her lips were so soft, Sam could kiss them all day. Her tongue collided with hers in a way that could only be explained by poetry. There was no perfect formulation of words that would even begin to make sense of how fucking good he was feeling already. All that came out was a long, dragged out fuck as she began to leave kisses down his neck.

Her hands pulled on Sam’s hair, legs locked around his waist, against the bedroom wall of one of the fraternity brothers. His hands held steady on her back, spread out to touch as much of her skin as he possibly could. He just wanted to touch her -- as much of her as he possibly could. He walked them over to the bed, letting her get off of him before rolling his body onto hers. The friction created a force inside the two of them, eliciting a moan from Sam.

His button up couldn’t have been more difficult to get off. It was after button three that the pair gave up on undoing each individual button and decided to just fucking rip the damn thing off. She cursed, looking at Sam’s physique, “Fuck.”

“Like what you see?” He asked, smirking as she ran her hand down his chest to his stomach. The thoughts that filled her mind were all sinful, she was in lewd positions, sweat dripping down from his body onto hers. The things she would let this man do to her..

“Watch your cockiness, angel,” she pulled on his belt, bringing her closer to him. Her mouth was centimeters apart from his, he could feel her breath on his lips, “Bad angels don’t get to cum.”

That shut him right the fuck up. What the fuck? Who was this girl and how was she making a typically cringe fucking sentence sound so fucking sexy? It couldn’t click in Sam’s head that this wasn’t a dream. There was no way in hell that this girl wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. She was too alluring, too dominant to be real. She was too much to not be a dream.

But she was real. And she was in front of Sam. He was touching her, hands gliding over the curves of her body. Her eyes looked up into his, what she had in store for him wasn’t anything particularly special. It wasn’t something so outrageous that he wouldn’t comply, not that that was an issue. She rummaged through the frat boys drawers, finding a few ties in the top left drawer of his dresser. She turned back to Sam, holding up the red and blue ties up in her hand with a smirk on her face. Sam winked at her whilst saying, “I won’t tie them too tight.”

“They’re not for me.” She got on the bed, on her knees as was Sam. Sam looked confused, eyebrows knit together. “They’re for you. If that’s alright with you, angel.”

“I’d like that. A lot.” The ties were soft against Sam’s wrists, each tied to the headboard. It worked out so flawlessly, his arm span wasn’t stressed because Sam was so fucking lanky. He tugged at them, testing out their strength. They held his wrists tight, but not tight enough to leave marks. She simply just wanted to take away his sense of touch. That’s all.

She took off his pants, undoing his belt first before having him slightly shimmy out of his pants. His white attire matched his white boxer shorts, of course they matched. His tanned skin popped with the white color of his boxers. He looked so tasty, as she straddled him, his eyes staring into hers.

She simply stared. She couldn’t stop herself from doing so. He was just so ethereal, laying there, cock rock solid in waiting. His mouth was getting dry, he licked his lips looking at the sight in front of him. She bent down, beginning to makeout with him again. She just wanted to taste him. She kissed down his neck, sucking and biting at bits of skin here and there. She littered hickies wherever she could.

His body was stellar, there was no doubt about it. He was so fit, and he literally looked sculpted by the gods above. Everything about him was crafted so perfectly, she didn’t believe in God, but holy fuck she sure was thanking him. She removed his boxers, taking in every inch of newly exposed skin. His hip bones stuck out, which prompted her to leave hickies there too. Sam let out a low moan as she began to leave hot, open mouthed kisses towards his shaft.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Holy fuck.

She was so good with her mouth. Her tongue tracing the veins on his cock drove him insane - his mind showing him shapes and colors as his eyes are screwed tight. Her nose brushed the base of his cock and he swore to God he almost came right then and there. His mouth forms an ‘o’ as whimpers and whines leave his mouth. Speechless. He couldn’t formulate any words whatsoever.

Disappointment arose in him, though, as her mouth pulled away from him, a mere minute away from climax. She continued to kiss over his body, licking over his nipples before continuing up his neck back to his lips. He could taste himself on her tongue, moaning in her mouth. “Hmmm. I wanna taste you, baby.”

“You do?” He nodded, looking up at her desperately as she straddled him. “I guess you could.”

He smirked, the excitement inside of him rising with every movement she made. She slides off the bed, ass facing Sam. She removed her underwear, giving Sam a full view of her ass before turning back around to regain her place on the bed. She quickly kissed Sam’s mouth before swinging a leg so she was facing the foot of the bed, body positioned over Sam’s mouth. “Taste me.”

And taste he did. He fucking devoured everything that he possibly could while his hands were tied to the headboard. She tasted so heavenly. Sam wanted nothing more than to be able to hold her thighs where they were to prevent her from moving. She rutted her hips to match the movement of Sam’s tongue. His wrists strained against the ties, hearing her moan. He just wanted to fucking touch her, he was so desperate for it.

“Wanna touch you so bad,” he moaned, regaining his pace on her heat. “Wanna make you cum on my fingers.”

“Beg for it.” His fucking dick twitched. Holy shit dude what the fuck.

“Please, please, please,” he started, he sounded so desperate - so needy. “I wanna touch you so bad and feel your soft skin. I jus’ wanna finger you and eat you out and kiss you all over. Please, baby, I need it so bad.”

“Mhmm, good boy.” She popped off of him, turning around to undo the ties holding his wrists. The second both of his hands were free, they were on her body. On her ass, her breasts, anywhere and everywhere they could go. His mouth attached to her chest, kissing, biting, licking over her breasts and nipples. He pushed her into the bed, back colliding with the sheets. Her thighs were now on either side of Sam’s head, one hand sprawled out over her stomach, the other hooked under her thigh, bringing her as close to him as he could possibly get her.

Her moans sounded so pretty falling from her lips. Her hands tangled in his hair, back arched off the bed. Her feet dug into Sam’s back, a whimper escaping past her lips as Sam’s fingers worked her over as his tongue occupied her clit. Overstimulation was the goal, but she just wanted to feel him inside of her now. “Fuck, please fuck me right now.”

“Yes, princess.” That nickname turned her on, a loud moan falling from her mouth. He moved his mouth towards hers, kissing up her neck as he teased her entrance with his cock. Once he finally slid in, it was so warm and inviting. He fucking prayed that he would last long enough to make this fucking woman cum all over his dick - make her a moaning mess for him, and only him.

His pace started out slow, focusing on finding the right spots before he started to quicken his pace, hearing her moan only giving him more confidence. His arms went behind her back, hands on her shoulders, using that to slam into her repetitively. Her moans were so loud, everyone at the party had to have heard them. Neither of them cared, however, the way she felt wrapped around him, and the way he filled her up, all that mattered was reaching that tipping point.

She could tell he was going to cum soon, his hips beginning to go out of rhythm. And Sam knew it too. He snaked his hand between their bodies to play with her clit using his index fingers. The callousedness of them felt so fucking good against her. Her eyes were shut tight, her vision going white as she came. Sam followed not long after her, stilling inside of her as they both calmed down from their orgasms. His breath was heavy, as was hers. Sam pulled himself off of her, helping her sit up.

She grabbed a blunt from the bedside table, lighter from the pocket of her spandex she had worn underneath her skirt. She lit it up before she offered it to Sam, who took it between his fingers and took a long hit. She got off the bed, putting her clothes back on, legs a little wobbly. He spoke after exhaling, “We should do this again.”

“Maybe.” She spoke, leaving Sam with the blunt before disappearing out of the bedroom. He gathered his clothes, putting them on while still having the blunt in his mouth. His shirt wasn’t able to be buttoned, but Sam didn’t mind. He handed off his blunt to one of the dudes still in the house. Afterwards, he found his shoes and put them on before walking back to his and Danny’s apartment, which was only a few blocks away.

His mind filled with thoughts of her the entire way back. Who was she? What did her lips taste like? Why couldn’t he place it? Was it actually real or was it all a fucking dream like he thought? Why was he so dumb as to not ask for her name? Fuck. He was stupid for not asking. He was hoping he’d run into her on campus at some point. Maybe he’d find her in one of his classes. Maybe he’d catch her in the coffee shop on campus. Who the fuck knows. All Sam knew was that he wanted to do that again. He had gotten a taste of her, and now he was addicted.

The door was unlocked when Sam came home. He went to the fridge, looking for a bottle of water. He grabbed one before making his way to the living room, noticing Danny was still awake and back by himself.

“Where’s my beer, Samuel?” Danny asked, Sam’s hickies so visible, an astronomer could see them from outer space. In his head, Danny was already making fun of Sam, and knew exactly how he was going to do it for the rest of the semester.

His shirt couldn’t be buttoned and his pants weren’t zipped. He looked a mess, hair completely fucked up. He huffed, sitting down on the couch in their apartment. “Fuck you.”

Cherries. That’s what she fucking tasted like.

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