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Teacher’s Pet: Sam Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

description: when college becomes more interesting from your history with your music professor, you decide to take him up on a private piano lesson to rekindle what once was.

word count: 6.6k+

trope: student reader x professor sam (college au!)

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warnings after cut…

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warnings: large amount of plot, angst, smut (18+ minors dni!), voyeurism, soft dom! sam, fluff, teacher x adult reader, inappropriate relations, swearing, begging, fingering, oral (fem! and male receiving), handjob, overstimulation, praise kink, unprotected sex, minimal aftercare

a/n: this may not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay! would also like to reiterate that reader IS a legal adult. i figured that would be clear considering this is a college au but i just wanted to state it once before the story itself does. all actions are consensual, and i do not condone un-consensual acts. with that being said, enjoy;)

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Starting college at Michigan State University at the age of twenty-one, you walked onto campus with a sense of anticipation and determination that set yourself apart from your younger peers. Your journey to this point had been conventional, marked by years of playing piano at home purely for joy, and finding an intense passion for music itself. Now, as a music theory major, you were ready to immerse yourself in the academic study of music, eager to delve into the intricacies of composition, harmony, and the structures that underpin the art form you love. Your path to college might have been delayed, but your passion for music had only grown stronger with time, making your arrival at the university both a new beginning and a cumulation of years of dedication.

But you were gifted a surprise on your first day in your "Music Theory 101" class when you sat near the front - only a few rows back on the far left, and your professor walked in. The cool fall air of Michigan allowed for him to wear a navy blue long-sleeve and a multicolored-purple scarf, with grey plaid dress pants. He clearly was taller than most, but the boots that he paired with his outfit granted him a few extra inches.

You started to analyze the features of his face, seeing something so familiar in him that you couldn't quite pinpoint. His long, brunette hair that held a light wave with a well-kept mustache and goatee. Something about his eyes were the most recognizable to you with the way they scanned the room slowly, then focusing in on papers on his podium. And as soon as he began to speak and introduce himself to you and your peers, the memories came flooding back into your brain, and you had to hold yourself back from gasping. But you couldn't contain your eyes from widening.

"Hello everyone," he began, "welcome to 'Music Theory 101.'" He said with a smile. "I'm Professor Kiszka, and I'll be teaching this course. I've been teaching music theory for about three years now."

You knew who he was. He was Mr. Kiszka, or Sam, as back then you were able to call him that because he wasn't the hugest fan of being called 'Mr. Kiszka'. He was your student teacher your senior year of high school in your band class. He would help your teacher as if he were a teacher's aide, yet also helped teach the class and was a mentee to your teacher. You couldn't even believe your chances of having him as an actual teacher, let alone even seeing his face again. And God, how he has changed from the guy you once knew. But he'd always be 'Sam' to you, whether you'd call him by his first name or not. You preferred not to take your chances anyways.

You and he had created a small friendship, or better described as a mutualistic relationship, but it went nowhere beyond because being friends would cross the boundaries that the school board had put into place. But it was more than likely for the better, because you had a massive crush on him that accumulated over time with the semester. You were keen to his wit, his attention to detail - his talent in music. Not to mention he had a great sense of humor and was outgoing that paired perfectly with his great looks. You remembered being saddened that you were not going to see him again after your last class of the semester, and while although he gave you a hug and a smile, he had said to you,

"You'll see me again, y/n, I'm sure of it," with a wink.

And somehow, he had predicted the future.

After he gave the class a short introduction, which you surely had missed from reminiscing about the past, he had begun to read down the list of students for attendance. Your heart began to bang against your ribcage with anticipation, with wonderance of if he would even remember you. After all, you were just another student he saw in the school day.

"Y/n L/n?" He had called out, searching for you amongst the crowd.

You shot your eyes up, looking at him as you lightly raised your hand and said, "Here."

He smiled at you, the same smile he always wore. His eyes lightly squinted, and his face lit up with a knowing expression.

"You went to Frankenmuth High School, right?" He pointed his pen out to you with his teeth still on display.

"Yeah, yeah I did." You nodded.

You felt everyone's eyes on you - all 40 something students that filled the lecture hall. He remembered you, and you had forgotten how nervous you would get when his eyes lingered upon you for too long. Surely your face was flushed pink for the whole class to examine, but you were praying the lights were dim enough to hide your complexion.

"It's nice to see you again, y/n." He nodded towards you, closing his mouth to soften his smile and focus his attention back onto the list and calling out other names.

The entire class all you could do was watch his facial expressions, the way he walked and used his hands in conversation and lecture. The way his hair flew with his head whenever he changed directions, the way his voice articulated words. And, surely watching him give the class a demonstration on the piano was going to be the death of you. Time had made him more attractive, and his knowledge of you was somehow a worser fate than going unknown.

He put his whole body into his demonstration, leaning into the keys and throwing his head back every so often. His shoulders would raise in a rigid motion, then relaxing back down whilst his fingers danced along the white keys. You began to press your thighs tightly together and place your fist over your mouth as you watched him intently. You were unsure of how you were going to survive this class for a semester.

But after that first day, he had called you over to his podium. Although the conversation was light, asking you how you've been, wondering what you were going to college for exactly, you couldn't help but feel unprepared to talk to him. He always had a way with words, and anything that came out of his mouth was pure poetry. You just felt like you were blabbing nonsense to him. But he cared what you had to say. He laughed at your jokes, nodded along to show you he was listening. He had not changed one bit after all these years, other than time aging him only enough to present himself as more of a mature adult, but his striking personality stayed intact.

As the semester went on, and you stopping by Sam's desk every so often after class, assignments were assigned. One big project that was presented was to perform a cover on the piano that showcased your level of talent on the keys - 30 measures to be exact. A different assignment was given to those who were incapable of playing the piano, which was to compose a piece instead on an instrument of their choosing, but you took the route of playing on the instrument you enjoyed the most.

With this assignment, he had allowed students to make appointments with him during his office hours for free lessons and guidance on their piece. And as soon as he had announced this, you had booked an appointment.

And that's where you were headed right now: A one-on-one meeting with Professor Kiszka. To say you were nervous was an understatement. His attention was all yours, and there was no avoiding his gaze by sinking into your chair. The only thing that you had repeated in your head was that he was no stranger, and you knew how to hold a conversation with him. Act normal, you said to yourself, act normal.

You pushed open one of the large doors of the classroom that groaned and creaked as it allowed your entrance. Sam had his back to you from across the lecture hall, hunched over as he played a song that was unrecognizable to you on the piano. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful.

The doors slammed shut behind you as you walked in, which caught Sam's attention. He whipped his head over his shoulder as his fingers relaxed from the keys, and he lifted his wrist up to examine his watch.

"Guess it is that time, huh?" He said out loud, although he was mainly speaking to himself. "Come on in, y/n."

"Forgot I was coming in, Professor Kiszka?" You said with a smirk.

"I'm always forgetting the time as it passes," he chuckled lightly, "surely you'll forgive me."

You walked over to him as he rose from the bench with a light smile, extending his arm towards the piano to motion for you to sit. He wore an ironed white button down, and worn-out jeans that have seen better days. Casual attire: a bit astray from what he normally wears.

You stopped in front of him. "I guess just this once I will." You said to him, then taking your seat on the bench and keeping your posture straightened.

"Alright, y/n," he shook his head with a smile, "what's your song of choice then? Can't pick anything you've played for me before."

You cocked your head to the side as you gave him a pondering look. "There's no way you remember anything I played three years ago."

He pressed his lips together and thought for a moment, then looking down to you with a smile.

"Maybe I do, or maybe I don't. Just seems like you're trying to stall on playing your piece for me." He said to you. "There's nothing to be nervous about, y/n."

You shook your head with a light sigh. "I'll have to test your memory another time then."

He nodded at you. "So, what piece of music did you choose?"

"I chose 'Rhapsody in Blue,' sir." You spoke to him. "I remember you performing it for the class after finals were over, and I've been in love with the piece ever since."

He seemed almost shocked that he had made such an impact on you, one that was still intact after all these years. He gave you an earnest, genuine smile as he placed his hand on his heart.

"It means a lot to me that I played an influential role in your musical journey. Did you learn it after I performed the piece?" He asked.

You nodded with a giggle. "Embarrassingly yes, yes I did." You refrained from eye contact as you felt your face becoming hot.

He raised a brow. "So, this is a piece you're familiar with?" You looked back to him with a singular nod. "Then what is your reasoning for spending time with me during my office hours, y/n? I never knew of you to not be confident in yourself."

You stuck your tongue into your cheek. "Just wanted to make sure that I was playing the piece up to par, and I so happen to enjoy our conversations. Figured we'd be able to catch up a bit during this meeting."

"Is that so, y/n?" He smirked at you. His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he looked down at you. It was almost as if there were words that lingered upon his tongue, yet he was unable to muster the courage to let them roll off smoothly. He had opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it with a grin. "Well, then how about we see how well you can perform this piece, huh? If there's enough time after, I don't see anything wrong with catching up a bit more." His grin was near seductive, although he was talking about a topic pure as white. Something about the way his eyes captivated yours that had your body telling you to either look away flustered, or to hold onto his eyes to match his intimidating gaze.

But rather than look at him any longer, you chose to take in a deep breath in preparation to perform for him. You straightened yourself up once more and saw him leave your sight from the corner of your eye.

"Just a bit too tense, y/n." He said softly to you, placing his hands onto your shoulders gently. "Relax for me."

As if that sentence alone didn't have you feeling even more tense, you closed your eyes and found it within yourself to relax, and to forget that it was Sam's doing for making your nerves skyrocket.

You began the piece, fluttering your eyes open and playing it as you learned it. Some of your mannerisms matched the way Sam played the piece - at least back then, just because you admired how beautiful he looked whilst performing. You were certain that if he hadn't become a teacher, he'd be on a stage performing in front of thousands.

You were lost in the music, lost in your motions and the way your fingers traveled alongst the keys in perfect harmony. So lost that you hadn't realized Sam's hands had left your shoulders, moving to stand near the front of the piano, watching you perform. All you could do was focus on playing as perfectly as you could for him, because if you were to look up and see his admiring stare, you would have forgotten the rest of the piece.

And so, you finished, watching your fingers dance along the last few keys and resting your hands onto your thighs, keeping your eyes down only for a moment before cautiously allowing yourself to look up and see his chin resting into his palm, wearing a large grin that he never seemed to wipe from his face.

"That was," he began to stride slowly towards you, "near perfection."

You followed his movements with your eyes. "Near?"

He sat next to you on the bench, holding onto your eyes. "You lost yourself a bit with the tempo, is all. I'm not shameful to a bit of artistic expression, but that would be for another project. But it's nothing that can't be fixed quickly."

"So, then it's a good thing that I made this appointment, hm? Without your expertise I wouldn't have known to slow down a bit." You said to him.

He huffed a laugh with an amused expression. "What's your game here? Sarcasm or flattery?"

You took a glance at his parted lips, locking eyes with him again. "Your guidance, Professor Kiszka."

He shook his head at you with a knowing look yet dismissing your counter remark and sliding closer to you.

"Well, for one, you should raise your arms a bit higher above the keys." He slid his hands under your forearms and raised them up slightly, being ever-so gentle with his touch. With how close he peered over your shoulder, you were certain if you were to turn to him, your nose would brush against his.

However, you wouldn't have been bothered by it if it were to occur. The opportunity presented itself when he had willingly brought himself even closer to you. Whether you would dare to do it was not on your mind right now, as you were tuning into the feeling of his coarse hands holding your forearms and making them weightless.

You could feel his exhaled breath just barely hit the side of your neck, and your body almost reacted with a shudder. Rather, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and suddenly you had become more aware of how many breaths you were taking in.

"And to help keep tempo," Sam slowly slid his hands off your arms, placing his hand lightly onto your thigh, "I'll tap on beat." He said as he began tapping onto your jeans lightly.

You dared to turn towards him and flick your eyes at his parted lips, locking onto his stare and feeling the inability to look away. You were certain the face you were displaying was one of desperation, of want.

But to him, it didn't appear that way. "Is this...okay?" He had said with a hint of worry. Maybe he didn't want to read into your facial expressions too much.

"Yes, yes it's okay." You gave him a reassured smile, along with a small nod, and tore yourself away from his gaze.

You began to play once more, trying to keep your mind on your fingers hitting the keys at the right pace rather than the fact that Sam's hand was on your thigh. The act was supposed to be innocent, a teacher merely helping his student perfect their piece, but to you, it was hard to feel anything pure towards your professor.

With the way his chin nearly rested onto your shoulder, to his steady breaths that matched yours as you played, to the low humming you could hear in your ear as your fingers danced along the piano. How did he expect you to focus when he was closer to you than ever before? When all you were thinking about was how easily it would be to kiss him, to give into him.

"What's on your mind, y/n?" He whispered to you.

You had continued playing, trying to keep up with the tempo he had set on your thigh.

"What do you mean?" You said without missing a beat.

"I can tell you're not focused. You're playing the piece properly, but your mind is somewhere else." He removed his hand from your thigh, which caused you to stop playing.

You turned to him. "I'm just a bit distracted, that's all. I'm sorry, Professor." You pressed your lips together, flicking your eyes down to avoid his gaze. A low sigh escaped his mouth as he watched gravity tilt your head down.

But then you felt his finger hook under your chin, lifting it up to meet his eyes. Every detail of his face was on display, and you couldn't focus your eyes on a single piece of his complexion - it was all something you wanted to remember so intricately.

"Am I distracting you?" He took a glance at your lips only for a discreet moment, then focusing in on your eyes and searched within them for an answer that you had yet to put out into the air.

"Maybe," you began, "what if I said that you were?"

Your bold statement had nearly taken him aback, with his hand removing itself from under your chin, and a light chuckle with the shake of his head as he composed himself. His hand ran to the back of his neck, then finding its resting place on the top of his thigh.

He leaned back slightly, the playful glint in his eyes dimming to something more contemplative. "Then I'd have to ask why," he murmured, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "Why do you find me distracting?" The air between you seemed to thicken with unspoken words and unsaid possibilities, leaving you teetering on the edge of where his mind was at.

You took a hard swallow, tugging at the inside of your bottom lip and praying that you weren't about to make an embarrassing mistake.

Your heart raced as you decided to take the plunge. "Because" you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've never been able to keep myself composed long enough around you. And, now that we're alone, it's become increasingly hard to even think straight."

His eyes widened slightly, the seriousness of your confession hanging between you two like a fragile thread.

He moved closer, his warm breath just barely grazing the tip of your nose. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing," he said softly, his lips hovering just inches from yours, leaving you breathless and wondering if he was about to close the distance between you. "But you know what the rules are, right, y/n?"

"Do you plan on getting caught?" Your question hung in the air, heavy with implication. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the reality of the situation hit you. How the proximity had almost fizzled out in between you, the way Sam held your eyes in the most captivating way, taking only a millisecond to peak at your lips before returning to your gaze.

"Didn't know of you to be such a risk taker, y/n." He said to you with a steady voice.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your chest. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Sam," you replied, your voice just as steady, matching his intensity.

His gaze flickered with curiosity and something deeper, something that made your pulse quicken more than it already was. "Sam?" He smirked. "As much as I like you calling me 'Professor,' I've missed hearing you say my name."

"I'll say it as many times as you want me to," you said softly, flicking your eyes to his lips before returning back to his gaze.

"Then start now," he murmured, his tone a blend of challenge and invitation. He inched closer, his breath mingling with yours, the space between you almost nonexistent now.

"Sam," you barely voiced.

"Again." He said as his lips were just barely brushing against yours. His hand gently traced the line of your jaw.

"Sam." You repeated for him.

He closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as much a promise as it was a risk, practically whimpering into his mouth the second you got a taste whatever flavored ChapStick he wore.

His hand cupped your cheek, while his other hand rested on your thigh. You willingly fell into the touch, placing one of your hands onto his white button down, and the other beginning to tangle itself in his hair. You were merely breathless with the deepening of the kiss quickly becoming apparent, and now you were just desperate to run your hands under his shirt - to feel his warm skin under your touch.

Without unlocking your lips from his, you began to unbutton his shirt, and while he noticed, he allowed you to continue, pulling the shirt off of his shoulders and throwing it wherever it may land onto the ground.

His fingers crept under the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up to let every inch of your body feel that singular motion, and as soon as the tips of his fingers hit your bra, you were removing your mouth from his and finishing the job.

"You're eager." He teased at you, tugging at your bottom lip as he encapsulated your lips onto his again.

Instead of giving him a pitiful response into his mouth, you undid your bra with little struggle and threw it off of you whilst scooting yourself closer to your professor. His cold hands almost stung against your bare sides, yet soothed your heated skin as he ran them up slowly, finding your breasts and toying with them tenderly. A soft whine escaped out of your mouth, and in return, his mouth made its journey of running from your jawline, then to your neck, and to your collarbone.

Before you had even realized it, your hand was sliding down his chest, finding his bulge and cupping it. His groan vibrated against your neck, sucking lightly and digging his teeth into your neck as you threw your head back.

You had found yourself already breathless, squeezing your thighs together as your mind wondered to the inevitable. You lightly squeezed on Sam's bulge, hoping that he would mutter another sound for you to listen to.

But he removed himself from you with a heaving chest, unbuckling his belt as he stood up in front of you. While his eyes were first locked in at undoing the material holding up his pants, he then looked to you, pulling and shimmying off his jeans that were caught at his ankles. His briefs followed suit with his motion, and his cock sprung out in front of you.

Without hesitation, you had wrapped your hand around his length, keeping his eyes locked on yours as you pursed your lips and allowed spit to dribble from your mouth onto his cock. His mouth parted slightly, watching as your hand ran up and down him at an agonizingly slow pace. You gave him a small smile, one that had him caressing the side of your face and running his hand to the back of your head.

As he tousled with your hair, you pressed your lips softly onto his tip, then sliding him into your mouth. You watched as he threw his head back, groaning in a deep sigh and lightly tugging at the hair on the back of your head. You kept your hand pumping slowly at his base, while your head bobbed up and down his length.

The sensation of your soft, skilled mouth moving with rhythmic precision drew a deep moan from his lips. Your tongue danced expertly, exploring every inch, while your eyes remained fixed on his as he let his head fall back down towards you, drinking in every reaction. He was entranced with your motions and the way you effortlessly brought him such bliss.

His breathing had become unsteady, tugging at his bottom lip as he tugged your hair back which in return removed your mouth from him. You looked up to him eagerly, and in silence, he slowly fell to his knees at your mercy.

He looked beautiful bowed before you, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans in a fluid motion, then dipping his thumbs under the denim, and wrapping his hands onto your sides that were hugged by the material. He slid them down slowly, and while doing so, you had lifted yourself up just enough to aid him in fully removing your jeans and panties. He had tossed them to the side, and once he looked back to you, your legs were pressed together.

You had found yourself shy with the vulnerability shared with him. Fully exposed to Sam, permanently imprinting this image of yourself in his brain that he would not dare to allow slip from his mind. His hands came to your knees as he noticed the sudden pink hue in your face.

"Open your legs for me, pretty girl." He said in a hoarse voice whilst he massaged your kneecaps. His demand was calm, and not one that meant to rush you. And you could feel the soothing, comforting energy that he was emulating in this moment that had you realizing he found you breathtaking - every single part of you.

So, you gave in willingly, looking at him with lustful eyes as you spread your legs apart slowly. His eyes were locked in onto your heat. Your bare form was being traced by his eyes, marveling at the curvatures of your body that seemed almost ethereal to him. He could not bring himself to speak a word, but rather sigh in reverence as his head inched closer and closer in between your thighs. It was if he was at your mercy, willing to give up anything and everything just to please you.

His lips pressed softly against the inners of your left thigh, and you had found yourself gasping lightly with a choked breath at the tender impact. Your hand relaxed at the back of his head as you massaged it, just as he did for you before, and a small grin curled onto his lips as he pressed more, soft kisses against your thighs, even sucking softly onto the skin. You were on the verge of begging for his mouth on you but resisted the urgency to see how Sam wanted to navigate himself around your body.

He raised his middle and ring finger to you, looking up at you submissively before uttering a soft, "open," to you. You quickly obeyed, parting your lips and letting him insert his fingers into your mouth, and resting them onto your tongue. You sucked slowly onto his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits and allowing him to withdrawal them from your mouth.

And he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly inserted his two fingers inside of you. You gasped lightly, jolting forward with your back arched and your hands smashed onto the keys of the piano behind you as Sam curled his fingers. He broke from your eyes to see your hands clenched onto the keys and allowed a small smirk to curl onto his lips. He let that be his only reaction and continued to move his fingers.

You threw your head back as his other hand snaked up your body and lightly massaged your left breast. Your eyes were barely shut, mouth agape and allowing any sound bubbling in your throat out quietly. You had tugged onto the back of his head harshly as soon as you felt his tongue onto your clit, with your thighs squeezing tightly around his head and muffling your moans. As much as he wanted to push your legs apart to listen to every melodic sound that came from your mouth, he wasn't going take away from your bliss.

His tongue circled around your clit at a steady pace, with his fingers quickening to draw your moans out even more. You were tugging at your bottom lip as you rolled your hips into Sam's motions. You couldn't help but admire the view below you: your professor's eyes shut softly, seeming perfectly content in between your legs as he licked and sucked at your clit. He was already in tune with your body, knowing what made you feel good, and exactly what to do to send you over the edge.

You felt the knowing pressure in the pit of your stomach; a knot desperate to be unraveled by your orgasm. Your moans became strained - whiney.

"Sam, fuck, just like that." You slurred. Your hand had yet again found itself bracing against the keys of the piano, pressing a multitude of keys that didn't make the most beautiful melody, but the irony of that was it didn't matter what it sounded like. It mattered how it felt, which it perfectly conveyed.

You were arching your back away from the piano as your thighs trembled around Sam's head, calling out his name once more as your head fell forward and your breathing quickened. You alerted him of your orgasm, and all he did was continue his motions, calming them and seizing their existence after dragging out your high.

"You okay?" He looked up to you, removing his fingers slowly from your entrance and encapsulating them into his mouth to lick them clean.

You shuddered, and quickly swallowed and nodded at him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." You laughed lightly.

He rose from his knees, standing before you still fully erect. You had forgotten how perfectly carved his abdomen was, how desirable him in his vulnerably, bare entirety was.

His fingers pressed from below your chin, lifting your eyes up to his own and holding a soft smile yet again.

"Are you okay to keep going?"

You smiled at him and his concern that just barely washed over his face.

"Yes, Sam." You nodded, reaching out for his face and him almost immediately complying.

He smashed his lips onto yours as you pulled yourself up from the bench. Your bodies melted into each other in a feverish rush, hands frantically exploring once more to remember the feeling of each other's skin. His hand had found the small of your back, guiding you to rotate to where you were now standing where he originally was.

His mouth kept on yours, slowly sitting down onto the bench and losing your lips with the action. You stood before him, watching his eyes fall to your thighs, where his hands began running slowly up and stopping at your waist.

He met your eyes again with his tongue darting out in between his lips. His touch was both tentative and possessive, as if memorizing every curve and contour. You could feel the heat radiating from his palms and igniting that fire once more.

He pulled you closer, his grip firm yet gentle, urging you to straddle his lap. As you settled into him, he had a hand on the base of his cock, dragging it alongst your sensitive folds that had you whimpering from the slight overstimulation. He looked to you once more to look for any sign of discomfort, but you placed your hands onto his shoulders, and lined yourself up with him.

You had sunk down onto him slowly and could not help breathing a relieved moan. He, on the other hand, released a guttural groan as you fully rested with him completely inside of you. His hands gripped onto your hips, breathing already unsteady, and beginning to guide you at a slow pace.

"Shit, y/n," he breathed, "you feel so perfect." He watched you grind your hips into him and continued. "You are so perfect."

You ran a hand from his shoulder and to his neck, finding his cheek and giving him a lustful smile. You were warm around his bare cock, tight and sucking him in perfectly. Your mind was dizzy with the thought of this all being a reality unfolding at this very moment; dizzy with the way he was making you feel.

You began to bounce at a steady pace, feeling his hips buck into you lightly to help alleviate some of the work on your end. He could tell you were tired. You were lazily chasing your next orgasm, although desperate for yours again and to help him find his, but your energy almost begged to deny it.

His left hand found a home onto the piano keys for leverage, lightly wincing at the sudden noise that filled the nearly silent room. You looked at him and smiled lightly, holding back your laughter at the noise.

"Doesn't sound too good." You teased.

He shook his head at you, furrowing his brows as he battled full euphoria taking over his being and disallowing a response from him. His breath came in short, ragged bursts as he tried to focus, the dissonant chord fading into the background of his awareness.

With a slow, deliberate movement, his thumb pressed into your hipbone, anchoring himself in the reality of your presence. The look in his eyes was a mix of passion and frustration, struggling to form words but failing as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, a silent promise that you understood. His fingers flexed on the piano keys, creating a soft, accidental melody that echoed the unspoken rhythm of your connection. Even when he's not trying, he can make something beautiful out of a small mistake.

Yours and his's movements became quicker, both of you voicing your satisfaction with breathy moans, mixing swears and each other's names into the lustful air. Your hand ran to the back of his head, tousling with the damp hair and resting your forehead onto his. You both were a sweaty mess, which had you and him sticking to one another. It would be a battle to unravel yourself from him after this, but you warranted that.

He had a harsher grip onto your hip. His fingers dug into the plush skin while his thrusts became unsteady. He removed his hand from the piano and let you carry the pace on as his thumb circled onto your clit. You called out to him in a hushed moan, feeling your second orgasm creeping up quickly. Even though you warned him, he did not care. He wanted that.

"Cum for me again, y/n." He quickened his finger, pressing down onto your lower stomach. "Cum. For. Me." He repeated with gritted teeth.

Your eyebrows pulled together, locking your eyes with his as you reached your high almost immediately and pulled your head back from him with a hand pressed against his chest. You trembled against him and rode yourself through your high, with a high-pitched gasp shooting out from your mouth while you squeezed around him. And although your head was still fuzzy, you kept going for him.

He muttered your name in a warning, lifting you up from his lap just enough for him to pull out from you. You had sat yourself onto the middle portion of his thighs, far enough for him to finish himself off by painting his stomach and hand with his cum. You couldn't tear your eyes from him as he heaved and looked at the mess he had made, lightly chuckling to himself. You found his laughter and matched it, tucking your bottom lip behind your front teeth and smiling.

He reached for your lips once more, pressing a gentle, meaningful kiss onto your mouth as he cupped your cheek with his dry hand. And once your lips parted from his, you found the pattern of his breathing and controlled your own to emulate his.

He lifted his wrist to look at the time, and you in turn gave him a puzzled look whilst throwing your arms around his neck.

"Have another appointment today?" You said to him with slight disappointment. You had almost forgotten where you two were.

"I unfortunately do." He replied. "And I'd suggest we should clean ourselves up now and make it look like we did not just have sex on this fucking piano." He chuckled.

You quickly obeyed, standing up quickly and running over to his podium where he had a tissue box. You knew you were to return home and shower, but for now, this would suffice. Besides, you didn't know how much time you had before a student would walk in, so both of you focused on yourselves.

You had found your phone and quickly switched to the camera to make sure your hair wasn't too much of a mess, along with your makeup. Thankfully, it was a quick fix for anything out of place, and you took care of it while Sam finished buttoning up his shirt.

After you had placed your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, you walked over to him.

"Do you do this with all of your students?" You questioned him with sarcasm.

He shook his head with a breathy chuckle. "Only the ones I like." He shrugged, catching onto your teasing.

You giggled at his response, choosing to leave the teasing behind in fear of the unknown amount of time you had left with him. "So, I'll see you tomorrow for class then?" You rocked on your heels.

"Well, I'd hope so," he smiled at you, sliding his hand onto your waist and pulling you closer. "Will I start seeing you outside of class, too?"

You felt a rush of warmth from his touch, a sense of comfort that had now been familiarized to you. "I think we can arrange that." You said in a playful manner as you placed the palms of your hands onto his chest.

His thumb traced small circles on your waist, his expression softening with a mixture of desire and affection. "Good," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours once more. "I look forward to it."

After you had parted from his lips again, you reluctantly pulled away from him and made your way to the doors of the lecture hall. You were hoping that whatever student was to come next wasn't outside already, because by the burning sensation that filled your cheeks, you could not hide that something had occurred beyond the lesson with him. With your professor.

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[starcaravel]

i was made for lovin’ you💋-danny wagner

warnings: 18+, pure smut, p in v sex (wrap before you tap pls) pet names, swearing- basically just sex, enemies to lovers trope.. ENJOY!

Halloween parties were supposed to be fun, but as soon as you walked into the room, you felt your mood sour. There he was—Danny, dressed as Peter Criss, casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing that smug grin that always seemed to get under your skin. His green eyeshadow, whiskers, and signature cat makeup were annoyingly well done, as if he’d put in that extra bit of effort just to look cooler than everyone else.

You took a deep breath and ignored him, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. But of course, the moment he spotted you, his eyes narrowed, and that infuriating smirk of his appeared.“Paul Stanley, huh?” he called out, looking you up and down with a half-laugh. “Bit obvious, don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “And Peter Criss isn’t?” you shot back, trying to sound indifferent but feeling the familiar irritation bubbling up.“Hey, I make a pretty good Catman,” he said, leaning closer with that signature smug look. “But you? Starchild? A bit ambitious, don’t you think?”

The playful insult made you bristle. “At least I committed to the look. You look like you just threw it on five minutes ago,” you replied, trying to hide how flustered he made you feel. You’d never admit it, but something about Danny’s presence always seemed to throw you off. He was infuriatingly confident, and despite how much you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t deny how much he got under your skin.

As the two of you continued to exchange sharp remarks, you didn’t notice that a few of your friends were watching with exasperated expressions. They’d been putting up with this love-hate tension for months, and tonight, they’d finally had enough.

Before you knew it, your friend tapped you on the shoulder. “Hey, we need a hand with something upstairs,” they said, barely holding back a smirk. Confused but following along, you found yourself being led down a hallway. Danny, equally puzzled, was ushered in behind you by sam.

before you could even process it, your friends locked the door behind you guys, laughing from the opposite side, “are you guys serious?” you called out, glancing awkwardly at danny, who was clearly as pissed off as you.

From the other side, your own friends voice called back, “We’re tired of you two bitching, either fuck it out or kill each other… your choice!”Danny ran a hand through his hair, smudging a bit of his whisker makeup in the process,looking a little hesitant.

you sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms, you came to this party to have fun, not be locked away with this idiot. danny stood in front of you with a smirk playing on his face “So… what’s it gonna be ?” he asked, crossing his arms.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion “the fuck are you on about, wagner?” you questioned, irritated by his face,Danny raised an eyebrow, “our lovey friends made us a choice, either we fuck it out or we die.. what’s it gonna be doll face?”

you huffed out a small laugh “are you on drugs, drummer boy? did sammy slip you one of his magic mushrooms?” you asked in disbelief, despite the nickname he said, giving you butterflies in your stomach.

Danny went quiet, studying your face as his eyes went dark “oh come on yn, i know your poor cunt is aching for me, i bet your panties are soaked” he husked, bending down a little to be face to face with you.His words made your breath catch, and you felt the anger start to melt away, the feeling being replaced by desire,You forced yourself to meet his gaze, feeling a strange mixture of vulnerability and warmth, you could feel his breath on your own lips as he lingered.

“what makes you so sure that i would act that way ?” your voice barley a whisper as the words left your mouth. danny looked down at you and smirked even wider, his lips now at your ear “because of the way you’re clenching your thighs, my darling” he mumbled.Danny pulled back, his hand raising to your face, stroking away the stray hairs that fell in front of your eyes, his hand traveled down to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

You felt your heart skip a beat, his words unraveling the tension that had been building between you for months. Danny stepped even closer, his gaze never leaving yours, and suddenly his lips were on yours, pausing when you stiffened, once you regained confidence, you kissed him back hard, merging your tongues together, making danny groan into your mouth.

his hands came to your waist, gripping your hips as you ran your fingers through his hair. When you finally pulled back, you both shared a look and within a second, you were both stripping to just your underwear.

“do you seriously like me? you’re not just being a fuck boy tonight?” you questioned, as you expected danny to be cocky, he surprised you by wrapping his arms around you and resting his forehead against yours “i’m serious, i’ve always liked you, i just thought that you hated me” he mumbled.

you pulled back from his face, “you’re an idiot daniel.” you state, he furrows his eyebrows “what?”, “i’ve been feeling the exact same way” you admit, his jaw drops “you mean i could’ve been doing this sooner?!” he groaned in annoyance as you chuckled and shrugged it off.

without a word, danny picked you up, bringing the pair of you to the bed, laying you down and getting on top of you. as he pushed you deeper into the mattress, you could feel his boner growing by the minute as it pressed into your clothed core, making both of you moan.

He moves his head down between your legs, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls off your panties, letting out a low growl as he sees how wet you’ve become. He gently spreads your legs further apart, his hands moving to grip your thighs as he stares down at your exposed core. He lets out a groan, clearly admiring the sight.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby. Every inch of you is perfect” he whispered, He runs his tongue over your inner thighs, teasing you before finally moving his mouth to your core. He starts off slowly, licking and kissing your sensitive folds as he slowly drives you insane with pleasure.

you moan and squirm under his touch,your hips bucking against his face as you try to get more friction. He grins against your skin, clearly enjoying your reaction.He tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you in place as he continues to tease you with his tongue.

He suddenly sucks on your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust as he sees the pleasure on your face,”that’s it,doll face,let me hear those pretty noises.”

He continues his assault at your clit, his movements becoming more urgent as he tries to bring you to the edge. the obscene noises that his mouth is making, feeling the burn in your stomach, telling you that you’re close.

He slips a finger inside you as he continues to pleasure you with his mouth. He can feel how wet you are, and it only makes him more eager to make you come undone. He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of you in time with the movements of his tongue. He can feel you getting close“Come on, princess,cum for me, make a mess on my fingers”

He curls his fingers, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace,hitting that sweet spot inside you, and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. You cry out his name as you come undone, your body shaking with pleasure.

He lifts his head up, licking his lips as he looks up at you with a satisfied grin, you sit up and push him onto his back, straddling his legs. you leave a trail of kisses as you move down to his boxers, kissing his erection through the thin material, danny lets out a soft groan, his hands tangling in your hair as you tease him.

He lifts his hips slightly to allow you to pull his boxers down, his cock springing free. He lets out a low moan as your mouth wraps around him, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you closer to him.a string of curses falls from his lips as you take him deeper into your mouth. both of you can feel him getting closer to the edge with each movement of your tongue.

He starts to lose control, his hips bucking up into your mouth. He’s a whimpering mess as you feel him at the back of your throat. his breathing is uneven and shaky as he groans “fuck, baby, just like that”.

He throws his head back in a loud moan, his body tensing as he reaches his climax. He spills into your mouth, his hips bucking as he rides out his orgasm. you swallow his load, taking your mouth off of him with a ‘pop’, giving danny a moment to recover. “such a good girl, my sweet girl” he sighs.

danny pushes you back onto the mattress, settling between your legs, leaning over to grab a condom from his jean pocket, ripping open the golden packet and pulling out the rubber. he rolls it onto his cock, positioning it at your entrance, he looks at you “ready for me baby?” he questions and you nod.

He pushes into you in one swift motion, letting out a low groan as he fills you up completely, “fuck, you feel like heaven around me”. He pauses for a moment, giving you a second to adjust to his size before he starts to move. He slowly pulls out and then thrusts back in, setting a steady pace.

“So tight and wet for me, princess.You’re all mine.He starts to pick up the pace, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to pound into you. He leans down and starts to kiss and bite your neck, leaving marks all over.He lets out a guttural moan as he continues to thrust into you,He looks down at you with a mix of lust and adoration in his eyes.

you look back into his eyes, your hands cupping his face, bringing it closer to yours and kissing him tenderly, “i love you” you blurted out, blush crept up on his cheeks and he grinned widely “i love you more baby” he replied and kissed you back.

his hand came down to your clit, thumb circling the nub as he pounded into you at a unholy pace, making you see stars as you came around his cock, him doing the same and spilling inside of you. he fell on top of you, face buried into the crook of your neck.

after a moment, he pulled out, both of you hissing at the loss of contact. he found a rag to use so he could clean you both up. after you put your clothes back on, you realised how messy your makeup was, no longer resembling peter or paul.

From the other side of the door, you could hear your friends laughing their asses off, “i take it you two made up then!” sammy yelled from the hallway, the rest of the group snickered. danny rolled his eyes, “yes sammy! we made up, now let us out you perverts!” he shouted as you leaned into him, danny wrapping an arm around you in return as the door clicks unlocked.

[kissingkiszka]

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

Slow Hands - Sam Kiszka x Reader (smut)

Requested! Ask and you shall receive…

Words: 1.1K+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And damn, does he look good doing it.

“Hm?” You ask, confused.

“I dunno.” He shrugs. “You gasped.”

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

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

“Dunno.” You shrug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then do it.” You replied.

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

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

“Sam.” You plead. “I need you.”

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

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

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

“Wait-”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“What if people see us?” You ask.

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

You nod, “Kay.”

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

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

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

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

“Quiet now, baby.” He reminds you.

“Mhm.” You comply.

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Sammy.” You repeat.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Keep going, please.” You plea.

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

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

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

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

“I know, I know.” He murmurs.

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

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

“Oh, fuck, Sammy.”

“Yeah? You like that?”

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

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

“Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” He smiles.

“I love you too.” You reciprocate.

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

[devilat-thedoor]

Feel the Rhythm

okayokayokay🤍

i don't know if this has been done before already, but i've been having a few rough days in danny lane and couldn't get this image out of my head. therefore, i wrote it...💖

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x f!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pure filth, really. 18+ as always, Minors DNI. dom!Danny, thigh riding, fingering, light choking.

The hallway was empty as you wandered through the building. When Danny called after you’d gotten off work, he had told you that his solo practice was running later than planned. “Honey, I was really looking forward to dinner with you tonight.” You pouted through the phone and he let out a breathy chuckle before suggesting that you pick up food and come to the studio for dinner. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there in a bit. Love you.” You’d driven home to change your clothes and then stopped to grab the takeout.

Now, you moved down the long corridor, looking over the plaques outside each door for the studio number that he said he’d be in. The food smelled delicious, causing your stomach to growl. You almost gave up out of pure impatience and broke the bags open in the middle of the hallway. But then, by chance, you passed it. Studio 7. Right where he said he’d be. Reaching for the door handle, you twisted it, praying that you weren’t interrupting. As you stepped in the room, closing the door, you were surprised to find it empty. Nobody sat at the soundboard. You moved to the center of the room, placing the bag of takeout on the small table in front of a leather sofa and looking through the glass panes, into the booth. There was no sign of anybody, just Danny’s practice kit sitting in the middle of the soundproofed room. “What the hell?” Pulling your phone out of your purse, you clicked over your boyfriend’s contact at the top of the recents list and held it to your ear. The faint ringing could just barely be heard, you held your phone to your chest, listening hard for where it was coming from. Toeing closer to the sound booth door, hanging slightly ajar, you realized the ringing was coming from inside. You pushed the door open, following the sound to the drum set, where Danny’s phone sat atop the snare with his sticks. Blowing out a huff, you hung up the call and watched his phone go dark and silent.

You looked around the room, searching for any clue as to where he may have gone off to, but came up short as your eyes traveled back to the kit in front of you. One of the cymbals glinted beneath the dimmed lights and you reached out, running your finger over the grooved metal. Visions of him, tucked behind his stage kit, flashed through your mind. His focused face and bare chest, glistening with sweat. His big hands, gripping the sticks and beating down on the drums. It was villainous, the way he was forced to stay behind the plethora of equipment, obstructing his body from the crowd’s line of sight. The way his biceps flexed or his legs bounced every time he hit the pedal. You clenched your thighs at the image, pushing it away into the depths of your brain before it had the chance to make your panties wet. Taking a seat on his stool, you hissed when your lounge shorts rode up, exposing your bare legs to the cold leather. You picked up Danny’s phone, placing it on the floor with your own and then grabbed the drumsticks, fitting them in your hands. He always made it look so effortless when he played, carrying a perfect rhythm through every song. Your foot found the pedal, tapping it, and you jumped, startled by the loud thud. Laughing quietly to yourself, you did it again, and then again. The sound vibrated your chest and you closed your eyes, soaking it in. When you opened them again, you looked down at the sticks in your grasp and brought one up, tapping it to a drum on your right. You weren’t entirely sure which drum it was, but you kept going, hitting it again before directing your attention at the cymbals to your left. You tried to work out a beat, but you really had no clue what you were doing. Your foot continued pressing the pedal, trying to get a solid bass beat, but your arms wouldn’t work in tune with it, making everything sound very choppy. Your laugh echoed through the room as you kept going, having a thoroughly good time.

“You trying to steal my job, angel?” Danny’s voice surprised you, eliciting a squeal as you fumbled with the drumsticks. 

You held them against your chest to stop them from dropping and looked up at him, standing in the doorway, “I don’t know how you do this for hours, babe. My arms are aching and I’ve only been at it for like ten minutes.” 

He chuckled, stepping in and closing the door behind him, locking all the sound in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here already. I ran downstairs to grab a drink.” He walked towards you, his long legs closing the distance in just a few strides. You bit your lip as you caught a full glimpse of him, short shorts and a cut-off t-shirt that left his sides exposed.

He came up behind you and you tilted your head to him as he leaned down, greeting you with a soft kiss. “It’s only been about 15 minutes, Daniel, I’m fine. I’ve been keeping myself entertained.” You giggled, hitting a stick on the snare drum.

His hands gripped your shoulders as he hummed, “You look good behind the drums, sweetheart. Hot.”

“Yeah, too bad I can’t play for shit or I’d really give you a run for your money.” You leaned back, resting your back against his thighs and your head against his lower belly. His fingers rubbed into your skin, massaging little circles and you let your eyes fall shut, a quiet groan escaping your throat at the relaxing feeling.

“It wasn’t that bad. Here, sit up.” He pushed you forward to sit straight, “Put your foot back on the pedal and tap it a few times to get a steady rhythm going.” He pointed to the floor and waited for you to obey his command. His other hand stayed on your shoulder, fingers tapping along with the single beat you created using the bass drum. Once he was satisfied with the tempo, he threw out more directions. “Okay, good girl.” The praise went straight to your core, sparking a fire. But before you could react, he was speaking again, “Now, tap the high tom just like this,” His fingers drummed on your shoulder, mimicking what he wanted you to do. “And then the snare like this…” His other hand tapped on your opposite shoulder.

Tilting your head again to gaze up at him, you gave an innocent smile, “Babe, I know the bass and the snare, you gotta draw me a map, here.” You waved your hand over the set, holding eye contact with him.

He smirked down at you, a certain glint in his eyes, and hooked his hands under your arms, lifting you to stand. You didn’t get a chance to question him before he was sliding on to the stool and pulling you down in his lap. Settling into him, you tried to ignore the hand he had grasping your hip while he pointed from left to right, listing all the different pieces of his kit. “This one is the high tom, angel. So look,” He shifted you onto his right leg as he got into position and put his right foot over the bass pedal. “Gimme your hands.” You obliged, allowing him to wrap his big hands around yours and he began tapping his foot, kicking the bass. “Just feel the beat with me for a minute and then you can try on your own, yeah?”

You nodded, entirely distracted by the way his thigh muscles flexed between your legs with every tap of his foot. “Okay.” Your voice was quiet and you thought you heard him chuckle, but then his arms were moving with yours, drumming on the snare. It started out simple, a few light hits with your left hands. And then your right hands came up, working at the high tom. Your smile was beaming as you listened to the beat he created using your hands. His leg moved quicker, bouncing beneath you and when he shifted slightly to hit the crash cymbal, you felt him right on your covered clit. You ripped your hands from his, dropping the sticks as a shudder rolled through your body. “Shit.” 

Though you couldn’t see it, Danny had a mischievous smirk planted on his face as he eyed you. “Was I moving too fast, baby?” He bent to pick up the sticks. You gave your head a gentle shake, unable to look at him as you chewed on your cheek. He could see the way you fought to keep your breathing even, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “How about you just sit tight and watch?” You didn’t get a chance to respond as he started moving again, his foot kicking slowly at first. He made sure you felt every hard drop of his leg as he hit the pedal with force, the loud thuds filling the room. You couldn’t stop your hips from rolling, begging for friction through the thin material of your shorts. Your boyfriend welcomed the movements, picking up speed and tapping out a simple beat. “You feel that, angel?” His breath was hot on your neck, “Because I can feel you soaking my leg.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you relaxed into his chest, grinding harder against his strong thigh. “Hmm. Fuck, Danny…” His name tumbled from your lips in a whimper, causing his dick to harden. “So good, babe. You’re s-so good.” Your words fueled him to work harder, moving around your body to hit the kit, bouncing his leg faster.

His teeth nipped your shoulder, drawing a gasp out of you. “You’ve got less than 20 minutes before the sound tech comes back.” You could barely hear him as you focused on chasing your orgasm, “Make it count.”

“Touch me, Danny. Please touch me.” You begged, pleaded to him, but he just snickered in return, making you work for it. It wasn’t nearly enough and you were growing more and more desperate by the second. He knew, but refused to give you what you wanted. Frustrated, you sat up, yanking the sticks from his hands and tossed them to the side. He didn’t like that.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, he pulled you back against his chest again. “Now, why would you do that?” His voice was dangerously low and you would’ve been worried had you not so badly needed release. “You were being such a good girl…” He clicked his tongue, his free hand coming up to circle your throat. “You’re gonna have to really earn it now, you fucking brat.” A whine escaped you as he took the hand that was tangled in your hair and dropped it to your covered pussy, pushing against your clit. You writhed in his hold as he drew circles, keeping featherlight pressure on your clit while squeezing your neck. Your hips began to move against his hand and halted his movements, slapping his palm against your cunt. “Don’t do that, you know better… You wanted me to touch you so bad.” He was taunting you.

The sharp contact sent a jolt through you and you gripped his opposite leg with your left hand. “Baby, please. I can’t take it anymore.” You were panting as his fingers went back to teasing you.

“Oh, you’re gonna take it like this or I’ll have you warm my cock until I finish practice…” He nudged your ear with nose, his tongue licking your lobe, “And I can promise you, that won’t result in an orgasm.” He’s fucking evil.

“No!” The panic was clear in your tone, “This, Daniel. This is- I’ll be good now, please. Just-.” He added more pressure to your aching clit, listening to the desperate moans spilling from your mouth. Your eyes flashed to the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes…” You were panting, trying your damnedest not to grind into him. He finally relented, letting his hand dip into your shorts, under your panties. “Ohhh. Fuck, right there.” Your breath hitched in your throat as his calloused fingers slid through your folds and he pushed two inside of you. “Thank you, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, all that mattered was the way he instantly found your g spot.

His hand dropped from your throat to lay flat across your abdomen, locking you tightly against him as his fingers fucked you into oblivion. “There she is… That’s my sweet girl.” He was leaving wet kisses on your neck and across your shoulder, whispering the sweetest things to you. You were right on the brink and he knew it, could feel you squeezing around his hand. “You gonna give it to me, angel? Let me have you?” His thumb brushed over your clit, sending you plummeting into your climax.

Your eyes rolled back as your whole body went stiff in his hands. “Shi- I- Danny…” His name was the only coherent thing to leave you as you turned to mush. Your hand came up to cup his face as he eased you through the orgasm, slowing his fingers to a stop. You slumped against him, completely spent and breathless.

When he pulled his fingers from your shorts, he brought them up to your mouth, “Clean them.” You obeyed, opening your mouth to take them in. You sucked your release off of them as he pushed them further into throat, forcing a gag, “Hmm. Good girl.” He hummed in approval as he drew his fingers from your mouth. His hand gripped your chin, turning your face to kiss your lips. His tongue licked over your bottom lip, tasting the remnants of your arousal on it. Just as a growl creeped up his throat, a knock sounded on the glass panes. Your head whipped in the direction, seeing the sound tech on the other side of it.

You looked back to Danny in horror, but he was cool, calm and collected as the man spoke through the mic and into the booth, “Hey, man. I’m ready whenever you are.” He didn’t show any sign of having seen the display you had just put on.

Daniel gave him a simple thumbs up and turned to whisper to you, “Go eat, I’ll be finished up soon and then I’m taking you home.” He pinched your asscheek, eliciting a yelp from you. You kissed him one last time before standing and exiting the sound booth, dripping with anticipation.

[highway-tuna]

When The Morning Comes

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

wc: 2.4k+

warnings: none

summary: Seems like it's just your luck that you get sick right before a date. But not just any date, a Valentine's Day date. But not just any Valentine's Day date, a double Valentine's Day date with your good friend, Danny. So much for being a good wingman. With nothing better to do, you settle into your coziest blanket and sulk, doomed to spend your Valentine's Day evening alone. Or so you think...

a/n: I saw @seenoversundown's GVF Valentine's Day Writing Event and decided to workshop this regular idea I had in the backburner to something more in theme! Hope you enjoy, I've written fan fiction in general for a long while, but this is actually my first one-shot. Happy Valentine's Day!

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“I know, I know!” You groan into your phone, staring down at the bright, red glow of the electronic thermometer. You’d been feeling under the weather since this morning, but you didn't think it was this bad. The sleek dress hanging from the closet door practically mocks you while you already beat yourself up. “I didn’t think I’d feel this… shitty. I’m sorry.”

Danny chuckles over the phone, seemingly unbothered. “You sure you aren’t faking it? You’re always somehow not feeling well right before events.” He sucks his teeth and you can only imagine his dumb disapproving smirk. “Seems pretty convenient, (Y/N).” 

“It’s not convenient, Daniel. It’s bad luck.” Collapsing into your bed, you sigh, practically radiating guilt. “Especially tonight. I feel terrible having to bail on this date. It’s like my first real date since…” A grin creeps its way across your lips as you giggle at the thought.

“Since our date?” The both of you begin laughing, a clear confirmation of his response. Danny was simply a friend of a friend of a friend before you two had met. New to the area and looking to start dating, a friend of yours thought Danny would be the perfect match for you. Instead of allowing you to interact in any way beforehand to let things naturally take its course, the casanovas that were your mutual friends decided the blind date approach would be best. And of course it wasn’t. The chemistry just wasn’t there. You were awkward. There was a lot of dead silence and extremely polite small talk. To make matters even worse, everyone had failed to mention he was fresh out of a relationship. Only after the fact did he tell you he wasn’t even looking for a relationship, that our friends had basically forced him to go on the date.

Lucky for you, he was always interested in making friends and that’s what you became. Good friends. Really good friends, in fact. Joined at the hip, your friends would say with a tacked on eyeroll for good measure. “Yes, since our date. No one could treat me nearly as well as you did that night.”

“Oh? Is that why you haven’t been on any other dates?” You both laugh at his quip, but it does leave a strange feeling in your chest. Unbeknownst to Danny, he was the reason you hadn’t been on any other dates. Sure, the date didn’t really leave you with any feelings, but once your friendship blossomed so did your unrequited crush. Being around Danny just felt… easy. Which is exactly why you had to leave it as is. It’s such a cliche, but it’s cliche for a reason. He’s basically your best friend at this point. To make things awkward or face rejection from one of the most important people in your life is something you’d go through hell and back to avoid. “I guess I’ll just have to cancel the date.”

Just the thought makes you feel even more guilty. “Danny, no. You can’t just ditch the girl. On Valentine’s Day, no less.” It’s a bit comforting that you don't have to go on a double date on Valentine’s Day and watch the man you’d rather date, date someone else. “Oh man, I should probably call him to cancel, right?”

“It’s fine, I’ll-”

“You’re going on this date, Danny. Let me know how good it went tomorrow, alright? Bye!” You end the call intentionally before he could utter another word. Searching for your date’s contact in your phone, you get a text notification that simply says one word.

Asshole.

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Bundled up on the couch watching reruns of old shows isn’t how you expected to spend your Valentine’s Day, but here you are. Your eyes fall to the time on your phone. 7:36pm. If that damn thermometer didn’t say you had a fever, you could’ve been out right now at a fancy restaurant, eating fancy food, dressed all fancy. Probably still feeling like shit, but at least you would’ve looked great. Not like how you look now: hair matted down from resting in your pseudo blanket fort, eyes dark and weary, falling in and out of consciousness. It’s an exhilarating time. 

Grabbing the phone, you scroll mindlessly online and occasionally check the status of your DoorDash order. A little comfort fast food should make you feel better, right? It’s supposed to be here soon. As you swipe through your socials, you see a picture of… your date and Danny’s date together? Which wouldn’t be too weird except for the fact that Danny is in none of these pictures. Your first instinct is to send the pictures over to him with simply a question mark. A few moments pass and you see that he sees your message, but doesn’t respond. Asshole.

A knock on your door startles you from staring at your phone. With an achy groan, you stand from your couch and peer out your window, hoping to see someone with a bag of food walking from their car, but no. Nothing from this view. They really must’ve dropped it off and zoomed away. You swing the door open, desperate for your food.

“Danny?” His name leaves your mouth in shock before you even process the rest of the view. A beautiful bouquet in hand, dressed equally as comfortable as you, and… your bag of food? You point at the brown paper bag, very confused. “How did you-”

“He was bringing it out the same time I was walking up to your door so he just sorta handed it to me,” he laughs, whether it be at the situation or at your general look of shock, staring at him with mouth slightly agape. It’s as if he could read your mind, ready to question him. “You really thought I was gonna let you spend Valentine’s Day by yourself, (Y/N)?”

“Well, yeah! You had a date!” You weakly shove him and chuckle.

“It’s fine. She was understanding. I had someone I needed to take care of.” The flush of your cheeks are impossible to hide. Narrowing your eyes, your mouth opens and shuts as you try to find a rebuttal, but nothing comes out. Accepting your defeat, you step aside and silently invite him in. He hands you your bag of food and beelines straight for the kitchen.

You watch him with your head tilted while he scavenges through your cabinets. “What are you doing?” He mutters something, but you can’t quite catch it. “What- Oh.” He pulls out a vase and fills it with water, setting the bouquet inside. With an almost childish look of pride, he stands beside it and gestures with his hands.

“For you.”

“Thank you… for the hand-me-down flowers.” He shakes his head, making his way back to your living room. A gentle squeeze of your shoulder while he passes that will surely echo in your head the entire night.

“I got them specifically for you. I canceled right after our phone call. These plans-” He motions to everything around him before tossing himself onto the couch, clearly getting comfy right beside your sick blanket pile. “-were already in motion.” 

You sigh before sitting beside him, wrapping your blanket around your shoulder and placing your bag of food on the floor. “You really didn’t have to. Plus, you’re gonna get sick.” His hand waves dismissively and he tugs on your blanket, now wrapping around both of you. This closeness between you two isn’t unusual by any means, but tonight, there’s just something different about it. Maybe that’s hope or delusion talking. Or maybe you’re just loopy from cough medicine. Probably that. 

Grabbing your food, he takes a handful of fries and puts them in his mouth. “I never get sick.” You snatch the bag back and start eating as well, begrudgingly sharing with him. Falling into idle chatter, the two of you get more and more comfortable. His arm draped over your shoulders, your head practically nestled into his neck. Just friends being friends. He really came here on Valentine’s to do… absolutely nothing with you. 

Your eyes begin to slowly flutter shut on occasion, the weary and tired energy taking over you. “You okay?” He pulls away ever so slightly to glance down at you, just checking in. That small retreat from him causes you to instinctually latch onto him. The vibration of his soft laughter reverberates against you. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.” You groan, but comply as he stands from the couch, leaving you with an empty space that you long for him to fill. He takes your hand and guides you to your own bedroom.

Like a moth to a flame, your bed calls out to you. Without moving the top sheets or decorative throws, you face plant directly into a pillow and let out a heavy sigh of relief. It’s almost enough to forget about Danny, admiring you with a soft chuckle. You roll over and look up at him, standing at the foot of your bed. Just the image is enough to make you blush, considering this scene in another circumstance, but you quickly shirk those thoughts. Something suddenly comes to mind. “Oh, check my vinyls. I got a new one,” your voice comes out slow and groggy, tinged with your sleepy smile.

He steps over to your record player, crouching down to look into your box of vinyls. Sitting right in front is Hall & Oates Abandoned Luncheonette. You watch as a small grin crosses his lips. “One of my favorites,” he plainly mutters, sliding the record out of the sleeve and putting it on the turntable. When The Morning Comes starts to play, filling the space in your room. 

“I got it because I remembered you talking about it. Hall & Oates is also just great so,” you mumble, the sleep still pulling you in and out of consciousness. Your eyes close for a moment and you feel the bed shift beside you. Opening them slightly, you glance over to see Danny laying beside you, his fingers tapping on his chest along to the beat of the song. Without a word, you cuddle up to him, resting your head against his arm. “Staying the night?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” You both chuckle at the response. It’s a little forward of you, but with how tired and weak you are, you let your walls come down. “Y’know, I’m really glad you came over tonight.”

“There’s nothing else in the world I’d rather do than spend time with you.” His eyes fall on you while he adjusts, bringing you into his arms. “Even if you’re practically dead right now.”

“I am.” You’re honestly glad the meds and the illness are making you as loose as you are right now. Because otherwise you’d be through the roof with all this attention and affection he’s giving you. “So dead, but I’m still happy you’re here. Does this count as our second date?”

He laughs and shrugs. “If it is, I think it went way better than our first.” His fingers absentmindedly rake through your hair as you continue to drift off. A small silence falls between you before he quietly speaks. “Maybe we should try that again…” Hearing that shocks you, but physically, you can’t hold your exhaustion back. A small mhm leaves your lips as you fall unconscious.

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Sunlight pours into your bedroom, casting a soft glow across you. You yawn and try to stretch, but feel an assortment of your limbs tangled with something else, someone else. Looking over, Danny’s fast asleep, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug, his legs intertwined with yours. It causes you to chuckle, but deep down, your heart races being so close to him. His dark curls falling over his face, his soft lips parted ever so slightly, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply.

In a moment of selfish desire, you take his hand in yours, trailing your fingers with a gentle touch along his skin. A twitch causes you to quickly withdraw. You feel him stir in his sleep, but he only pulls you closer. “Morning…” His voice, groggy and husky, almost startles you just as much as it intrigues you. It’s as if you can feel his hesitation, a hesitation you share as he loosens his grip, allowing you to fully turn and face him. Just inches apart, a strange feeling between you two lingers.

“Morning. Sleep well?”

“Amazing.” You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. “I can feel your sickness in my immune system as we speak.” Yeah, sarcasm.

“Well, I actually do feel better now.”

There’s a short pause, a moment where your eyes lock and a shared chuckle occurs. “Just admit you wanted me all to yourself last night, that you weren’t sick at all.”

“I was sick, but…” Feeling emboldened, you shoot back, “Maybe it was both.”

“Did you… hear what I said last night? Before you passed out.” For the first time in a while, you hear what seems to be nerves from Danny’s voice. Just in bringing it up, it seems obvious that he was being genuine. Something you would’ve casted off as just a joke because he wouldn’t really want to go on another date with you, surely. 

Your eyes can’t help, but quickly flit between his lips and his own dark eyes, staring straight through you. “I did.” It’s as if he’s holding his breath, waiting for you to answer with actual awareness this time, but you hold back. If something like this is truly happening, you want him to fully repeat it.

“Do you want to try again?” The moment only grows in intimacy once his hand slowly comes up to your face, pushing aside strands of hair. “I think we’d have a better shot this time, (Y/N).”

You nod, causing you both to smile. “I think so too.” His eyes do the same dance as yours, admiring your lips. Accepting the invitation, he leans in, connecting his lips to yours. It’s a sweet and safe kiss, very brief. “You usually kiss girls before the first date?”

He laughs and shakes his head, rolling his eyes in a playful display of annoyance. “It’s basically our third.” 

“God, our third date. Things are going pretty well for us, I guess.” Another kiss is shared before you pull away, giggling. “And we just missed Valentine’s Day. That would’ve been a perfect date.”

“What do you mean? Wrapped up on the couch with you coughing all over me was my dream date.”

“Oh, you’re definitely gonna get sick.”

“And it’ll definitely be worth it.”

[moonlightisdancing]

Something Old, Something New/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3495

Content Warning: [18+ Minors DNI] wedding/soft/girl-dad jake, soft twin moment, uncle/aunt talk, mention of alcohol, very light pirate play (if you squint), fingering (private and sorta public), accidental edging, bondage, hot wax, oral (f receiving), biting, sword play (no blood or cutting), praise, breeding

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“We ask that all guests please stand for the bride.”

Jake’s standing at the altar, waiting for the moment he’s anticipated since the day he met you. Josh is his best man, Sam and Danny standing behind Josh as groomsmen. Your sister is your maid of honor, Josie and Ronnie are your bridesmaids. Your daughter stands alongside Josie holding a basket filled with red and black petals. Everyone’s turned to the doors behind them, eagerly waiting for you to walk down the aisle. This will be the first time anyone but your mom has seen you in your elegant dress. Your dress is long, black and lacey, a more gothic approach to incorporate you and Jake’s aesthetic. You slowly stride down the aisle, looking at Jake as if he’s the only person in the room. He starts to tear up as he turns away facing Josh.

“Oh man, I can’t- she’s so gorgeous.” Jake mumbles to Josh as he drags his fingers across his eyes.

“Jake, you got this. She does look beautiful.” Josh pats his twin’s shoulder and spins him around.

“Daddy, are you sad?” Your daughter lets go of Josie’s hand and walks towards Jake.

“No, baby. Daddy’s not sad, both of my girls are just too pretty.” Jake picks her up and places her on his hip, he takes the basket out of her hand so it doesn’t hit anyone.

“Daddy! My basket!” She giggles as Jake hands it off to Josie.

“Aunt Josie’s gonna hold it so you don’t get Mommy with it, okay?” He says kissing her forehead as she nods in agreement.

All of the guests are giggling at the exchange between Jake and his daughter as you make your way to the altar. Jake turns and hands off the little one to her Uncle Sammy. It’s no secret her Uncle Sammy is her favorite, he lets her play with Rosebud and Sam had started teaching her piano on the weekends. Once Jake returns his attention to you, he grabs both of your hands and whispers, “You are so gorgeous.” Emotions have visibly taken over the room as you stand with Jake, the bride and groom before their entire family. Josh and Danny have little tears in their eyes, and Sam would if his niece wasn’t trying to make him giggle. You can’t see the girls behind you, but you can hear sniffles amongst your side. Jake’s instructed to give his vows, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper.

“I hope these words make sense, I had Josh help me write it since words are kinda his thing,” He chuckled and the room followed suit, “My beautiful girl, as I stand here, my heart overflows with an intensity of emotion that words can’t describe. I have loved you with every beat of my heart, and I will continue to pass the day I die. I promise to be your unwavering support, your protector and your greatest admirer. You are the fire that ignites my spirit, and the melody that sings in my heart, lighting an eternal flame marked forever by our love. I am deeply in love with you and cherish every day I get to call you mine.”

After the room coos and tears up, you’re instructed to give your vows. Josie hands you a folded paper.

“I didn’t ask Josh for help, but now I’m wishing I had…” Everyone laughs again, riding the ups and downs on the rollercoaster of emotions. “Jacob, from the depths of my soul, I love you. You are the anchor that keeps me grounded and the strength that lifts me up. The moon guiding me through darkness. I promise to continue giving you my unconditional support and love. In your arms, I have found my home, my sanctuary. You are my soulmate and I am eternally grateful to call you mine. I love you forever, my darling.”

Jake’s eyes were glazed over with tears, one blink would release the floodgates. The two of you exchange “I do’s” before you hear the magic words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Kiszka, you may kiss your bride!” Jake wraps his arm around you placing his left hand at the small of your back, his right arm at the nape of your neck. He presses you into his body with all he has, holding onto you for dear life. The room fills with joyous crying, clapping and cheering as the two of you kiss for the first time as husband and wife. The kiss engulfs you, melting away the background noise and again it feels like you and Jake are the only ones in the room. He pulls away and whispers into your ear, “I can’t wait until later.”

After the ceremony everyone heads to a nearby beach for the reception. The beach is set up with tents and tables for guests to sit at. The center pieces for the tables are tiny glass skull bottles filled with sand from Tybee Island, where Jake proposed to you. The bottles are sealed with white wax, surrounded by chains and ship rope. There’s a barrel with a helm resting against it, topped with a big glass bottle that says “leave us a message.” Guests are encouraged to write you guys a note on some aged paper and pop it into the bottle for you to read later. The night is spent celebrating with one another, dancing, laughing, drinking, making memories.

“Alright, we ask the bride and groom to make their way to the dance floor for their first dance.” Jake takes your hand as you guys work your way to the front of the party. At Last by Etta James starts playing as Jake pulls you close to his chest. The sun has set, the autumn air is crisp and lit by fairy lights hanging around the edges of the canopies. You rest your face on Jake’s shoulder and your moves melt together. He leans his head closer to your ear and whispers, “A little longer and I can have you the way we both need.” He kisses your cheek and presses his face into you, shivers are sent down your spine.

As the night progresses, you reach the fun part, garter removing and bouquet tossing. You guys decided on tossing a plastic skull with a black rose in its eye instead of a full bouquet of flowers. Your sister catches the skull but opts to hand it off to Josie, “I will NOT be the next one married, you have fun with that Jo!” Josie giggles and takes the skull from your sister, placing it on her table as they return back to their seats. A chair is brought up for you to sit in, prepping for Jake to remove the garter from your thigh. Hot in Herre starts playing as Jake gets on his hands and knees, looking up at you with brown doe eyes. You mouth to him “We should do this later.” He giggles before sticking his head under your dress. You always felt that this was an awkward thing to watch at the few weddings you’d been to, but you never imagined how weird it would feel being the one in the chair. Jake decides to play dirty with you where everybody’s watching, but none of them can see. He drags his tongue all the way up your leg, teasing the inside of your thigh before you feel his teeth bite at your skin. He’s nowhere near the garter, purposefully trying to get a rise out of you in front of everybody. Catching on to his game you don’t give in, Jake gives up and drags the garter down your thigh, kissing your ankle before sliding it off your leg entirely and removing his head from under your dress. He stands up, tosses the garter and kisses you on your lips. For the remainder of the night you can’t help but think about your after party, just you and your husband. As the night wraps up, everyone says their goodbyes, Sam hangs behind with you, Jake and your daughter.

“Her overnight bag should be in your car, Mom said she put it in there before the ceremony.” Jake says to Sam.

“Yep! Right in the front seat! Mom set up her car seat too, I was afraid I’d put it in wrong.” Sam still hasn’t figured out the car seat yet even though it’s been 3 years.

“Okay, baby. You’re gonna spend the night at Uncle Sammy’s, Mommy and Daddy will see you tomorrow.” Jake picks up your daughter and squeezes her, swaying back and forth, rapid firing kisses on her cheek, giggles escaping from both of them.

Sam gives you a hug, “Congratulations, you look gorgeous.” Jake hands off the child to you so you can say goodbye. While you’re hugging her and kissing her cheeks, Sam hugs and congratulates his brother. He grabs his niece from you, “Say bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy.” He waves his arm so she follows suit. As they’re walking away you hear her ask, “Uncle Sammy, I can play with my Rosie tonight?” He’s too far away for you to hear now, but you see his shoulders bounce in a chuckle.

“You ready, baby?” He looks at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your waist.

“Always.” You wrap your arms around his torso.

There’s a black SUV waiting to bring you guys back home, Karen made sure a ride would be set up so you guys could enjoy your night and celebrate. You guys get into the SUV, and before the driver pulls off Jake is all over you. Luckily there was a divider between the two of you and the driver, granted it was just a sliding window, that doesn’t stop Jake from warming you up. He starts kissing any bit of your skin exposed, touching you in any way he can that won’t elicit too much attention from the driver. He runs his hands up your dress, dragging his rough fingers over your skin making his way to your hips. His lips are moving up your neck from your chest until he reaches your ear, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, he nibbles your ear.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers in your ear, tugging at your panties for approval.

“Anything you want, Captain.” You respond, waiting for any response regarding the pet name .

“Oh, naughty. You wanna walk this plank tonight?”

“Only if you help me control the waves.”

He slowly starts to pull your panties down your thighs, you lift up off the leather seat so he can slide them down your legs and off of your ankles. He raises them to his nose, taking in your scent , “If you make any noise, these go in your mouth, understand?” You shake your head ‘yes’ as he tucks your panties into his pocket. He puts his hands back under your dress, reaching for your exposed clit. Jake starts to work soft circles over you, just enough to make you writhe under his touch. He kisses up your neck again, making sure to leave marks, your breaths become sharp as you try to keep quiet. He drags his fingers down between your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers. Lingering his ring and middle finger at your entrance, he locks eye contact and pulls the top of your dress down with his free hand, exposing your left breast to the cool air. He keeps his eyes locked with yours watching for any sign of discomfort as he works his calloused fingers in, moving his warm tongue across your nipple. His thumb finds its way to your clit, you feel yourself getting closer but your orgasm is put on standby.

“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka.” The driver taps on the tinted window.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t like doing that to you. Let me help you.” Jake mutters as he removes his fingers and helps you pull your dress over your breasts.

You guys stumble out of the van, Jake gets out the same side as you and picks you up bridal style. He carries you inside, flicking on the light with your heel. He sits you on the couch and gets on his knees to take your heels off, kissing the top of each foot after removing them.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Jake’s rubbing his hands up and down your calves.

“I’m ready, Captain.” You giggle and reach down to run your fingers through his hair.

He stands up and grabs your hands, leading you off the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. As he’s carrying you into the room you see an array of items splayed out across the dresser’s surface. A lit candle, rope and a sword to be exact. He gently tosses you onto the bed, making quick work to remove your wedding dress. You’re sitting naked on the bed as Jake goes and grabs the rope from the display.

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

“I will, Jakey.”

He lays you back on the bed, situating your legs open, tying each ankle to a bed post with a single column tie knot.

“Is that too tight?”

“No.”

Jake nods as he reaches up for your hands, tying them together in a simple handcuff knot, pushing them up above your head, body on full display. He goes back to the dresser and picks up the candle. You guys have only tried wax play once before, but it turned out well enough for you to agree to trying it again. Making his way back over, he hovers over your body tipping the candle at an angle. The hot wax drips onto your sternum and down your belly, earning Jake an audible gasp. The look in your eyes is one of pleasure and excitement. He lets a few more drops of wax find their way onto your skin, pooling in your dips. Once he’s satisfied with the coverage, he blows the candle out and returns it to the dresser. Impatience settles in while Jake’s waiting for the wax to solidify, he starts kissing you from the tops of your feet, trailing up your leg until he reaches your thigh, gently biting the flesh.

“Do you wanna try something old, or something new?” His eyes find their way to your face between the valley of your breasts.

“Something new.”

He stands back up and reaches for the sword off of the dresser. “It’s not sharp.” He drags the blade across the back of his arm to ensure you, but you know Jake would never do anything to harm you. He’s waving the sword in tiny figure 8s in front of himself as he walks towards you. He drags the cold blade up your leg and presses it on your clit, pulling away and gently tapping you with it, you jerk your body up. The sword finds its way to the wax pooling on your stomach as Jake scrapes it off with the back of the blade, squirming under the cold metal.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He bends down and bites your stomach, cooling the sting with the blade.

Jake undoes his belt with one hand, placing the sword beside you on the bed with the other. He begins getting undressed, standing before you entirely unclothed. His cock is hard, hanging between his thighs begging to be touched. Jake slowly leans over you, his cock pressed against your stomach, he places a hand to your cheek as he passionately kisses you. You move your hands down trying to feel him under your fingers, but he’s quick to push them back where they belong.

“No touching.” He whispers.

He resumes kissing down your body, working his way down your neck and sternum making his way to your center. He licks a stripe making sure to pay extra attention to your previously neglected clit, lapping at you like he hasn’t tasted you in months. Jake’s looking up at you, eye contact being held between your breasts as he slips his fingers in where they once worked. You gasp at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, waiting for him to replace them with something bigger. He slowly thrusts in and each time going as far back as he can reach, curling his fingers straight into what feels like your soul. Your grip starts to tighten around his fingers slowing his pace down, he places his free hand on your lower stomach to hold you down. Jake removes his lips from your clit, replacing them with the palm of his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

He brings his body up more to let you taste yourself off his lips. Leaning in for a kiss, the taste of his whiskey kissed breath and your slick push you over the edge. You’re crying out his name, begging him to fuck you senseless. Jake slides his body back down lining up with you, working his cock in with his fingers still pumping inside. Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Jake, too much, it’s too much.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He quickly slides his fingers out, leaving just his tip at your entrance. “Is this better?”

You nod, cheeks bright red from the heat. He pushes slowly until you take him entirely. Jake reaches for the sword and slides it in between the rope knotted around your wrists, he rips up with all his strength snapping the rope. “Do you want to touch me?” He asks as he tosses the sword on the floor and loosens the rope around your wrists. You reach up, locking your arms around his neck, moving your back off of the bed. Jake wraps his body under your arms around your torso, digging his nails into the space just shy of your armpits on either side. His grip is so tight, you’re positive you’ll have finger-shaped bruises on both sides before he’s done with you. You feel a shift in Jake’s demeanor, like something primal has woken up inside of him. Sweat starts beading up on his chest and forehead, his body temperature rising as he continues thrusting into you as fast as his body lets him move. He bends back and releases the rope from the bed posts, freeing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You do as instructed, wrapping your legs around Jake’s back allowing him to hit your spot from a different angle. He moves one of his arms down to toy your clit, hoping to make you cum again. He messily flicks back and forth with his thumb, his pace growing faster and less coordinated. He starts to swivel his hips, his cock dancing inside of you. The movement’s feel like something you’ve seen before, it dawns on you he moves the same way on stage. The knowledge of Jake mimicking these movements becomes enough to bring you to the ledge, waiting to push you into the crashing waves. He feels you tightening around his width, pulling him under with you. He holds onto you like an anchor in a storm, taking him fully in you as your body thrashes like a ship, leaving you feeling like nothing more than a piece of driftwood yearning for land to rest on. Jake releases inside of you, the final set of waves to push you to shore, letting out a deep guttural moan. Jake’s weight is on top of you as he slowly comes back to his senses. He pulls out and lays beside you, pulling you into his side, peppering your temple with soft kisses. Silence washes over the dark room, moonlight barely poking through the curtains. He drags his fingers through your messy hair in attempts to comb it out.

“You felt so good. You’re always so good to me, my love.” He always makes it evident he worships the ground you walk on and the air you breathe.

He sits up out of bed, mindful of helping you get cleaned before he’s too tired. He grabs a towel and makeup wipes, he wipes his seed gently from your flower before wiping your running makeup off of your face. He tosses the towel on the floor on top of his dirty laundry and throws the wipes into the can below your bedside table. Jake grabs you back into his arms, barely pulling the covers over the both of you, snuggling his face into your neck as you fall asleep to the beat of his heart.

[dreamsontheirway]

Masterlist

Spencer Reid

Cardigan | the cold AC in the building causes the reader to have a... bodily response; spencer is protective | warnings: nipples? | 0.7k words

Cynophobia | in which reader has cynophobia, the fear of dogs, and spencer helps her | warnings: fears | 0.9k words

Drink | blurb in which reader doesn't drink enough water and spencer is concerned | warnings: none | 0.3k words

It’s Not Your Fault | in which someone follows reader and spencer comes to the rescue | warning: sexual assault | 1.7k words

I'm Here Now | in which reader has break-in anxiety and calls spencer | tw: talk of break ins

Lemon & Honey | in which reader has postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, or POTS, and has fainting spells | warnings: POTS, fainting | 2.1k words

Mean Punch | reader gets emotional and angry during their first case and spencer is there | warnings: punching a wall, blood | 1.k words

Proven Me Wrong | in which reader hates their glasses, so they opt to go visionless for a day; spencer won’t let that happen | warnings: none | 1.1k words

Rhododendron | requested | reader works at a flower shop and spencer falls for her | warnings: none | 1.3k words

Three Shots | in which reader drinks too much at the bar and spencer takes care of them | warnings: alcohol, vomiting | 1.2k words

Vanilla Chai | in which reader has the flu and refuses to admit it | warning: sick, vomit, dead body/morgue | 1.5k words

JJ Maybank

Ain't Easy | in which reader has an asthma attack | warning: description of asthma attack | 1.4k words

Ouch! | in which reader gets injured while playing dodgeball | warning: bloody nose, fighting | 1.2k words

Steve Harrington

Red Solo Cup | in which someone makes a pass at reader at a party and steve defends them | warnings: sexual assault, fighting | 1.5k

The Only One | in which reader has severe anxiety and steve is the only one who can calm them down | warnings: anxiety, panic attack | 0.9k words

Fainting | danny x reader | fluff, sickness | warnings: fainting

[jordie-gvf]

danny blurb #8

i got an ask for danny taking care of you after passing out due to anemia! i don't even know if people with anemia pass out, i just know that i do from low blood sugar!

warnings : mentions of passing out, mentions of anemia, language, passing out, mentions of being unconscious, eating a kiwi with the skin on, mentions of not eating (not ED related), making out

word count : 650

Danny had tried his hardest to learn about the facts of anemia. He looked in booklets, websites, anything he could get his hands on.

He was used to you falling in front of him, and he would go and get you water and something to eat.

Tonight, you had really scared him. Before he was home, you were getting light headed. When he walked into the door, he found you, on the kitchen floor, unconscious. He quickly put all of his stuff down and tried to wake you. 

He pressed on your sternum, he called out your name, he pinched you, he shook your shoulders, nothing worked.

He kneeled over you and yelled as loud as he could, “Babe!”

You quickly shot up, “What happened?”

“I walked in and you were on the floor! Jesus Christ! Never do that again.”

He grabbed onto your shoulders and embraced you, squeezing you tightly. He pulled away and stood up first, to help you get back on your feet.

He helped you walk over to the couch and sat you down. He lifted your feet onto the cushions and said, “I’m going to get you water. If you feel like you are going to pass out, scream.”

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed your water bottle and grabbed a kiwi from the fruit bowl. He handed them both to you and kneeled in front of you. 

“When was the last time you ate?”

“12.”

“It’s nearly 8 PM! What do you want for dinner? I’ll get you anything.”

“Do you want to go to Tony’s?”

“Fucking of course I want to go to Tony’s.”

He helped you into the car and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, hand in hand, on the way to Tony’s.

You ordered the same thing you always got, a small margherita pizza with extra tomato and extra basil. He got the same thing he always got, spaghetti and meatballs.

When you got home and he locked the door, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bedroom. 

He laid you down on the bed and said, “Lay down, Princess.”

He walked over towards the closet and grabbed you some underwear and a large t-shirt for you to sleep in. He helped you get undressed and placed everything in the laundry basket. Once you were dressed he changed into his pajamas, which consisted of linen pants and no shirt.

He laid down next to you and patted his lap, “Come here, baby. Let me see you.”

You climbed onto him and leaned down to kiss him. He laced his fingers into your hair and rested his arm on the back of your neck. You pulled away, but he moved your head back to where he was to kiss you once more. 

He rested one hand on your bare thigh, lightly stroking it as you kissed. You pulled away from him and rested your head on his. He kissed your nose and you got off of him and went back to your side of the bed. 

He pouted and laid on top of your chest. He snuck one hand up your shirt and rested it on your breast. He loved sleeping like that, his cheek on your left breast and his hand resting on the left.

You played with his hair to lull him to sleep. You thought it was working until he said, “Don’t ever do that shit again, you scared me. Thought I lost you.”

He looked at you with his pretty brown eyes. It was your turn to kiss his nose and say, “Don’t you worry, I am not leaving you any time soon. I plan to be here with you for as long as I live.”

He had already been snoring away, but you figured you could still tell him, 

“My sweet Daniel. How I love you so.”

[theaudacitytowrite]

AI Josh

Josh x Female Reader

A/N: The wonderful @themoreyou-love​ gifted us the wonderful AI’s of the boys which help me live in my delusions happily. It sparked the idea for this little fic. Also I seem to be obsessed with the confession trope atm... sorry:D

Summary: Josh catches you chatting with his AI counterpart, uncovering your feelings for him.

word count: 1.026

You comfortably sat on the couch in the office, your legs pulled up to your chest while your arms were wrapped around them. In your hands, you held your phone as you hurriedly typed on its screen. After you send the text, it didn’t take long for the answer to pop up. You bit your lip flustered, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks as you giggled to yourself.

“What got you smiling like that?” Josh’s voice suddenly resounded next to you. You quickly hid your phone behind your back.

“N-nothing.” you stuttered nervously, hoping he hadn’t gotten a glimpse from your screen, “I didn’t even hear you enter.” you tried to deflect. Josh eyed you suspiciously for a moment.

“I knocked.” he hummed, “But I guess you were too busy texting your lover boy to notice.” he grinned mischievously but his eyes held some kind of disdain.

“Sorry. Do you need anything? I’m on my break right now.” you tried to change the subject again, trying to ignore his last sentence.

“I know, I thought we could go out for lunch.” he raised his brows, “But of course only if you’re not too busy with texting.”

“I wasn’t texting… I was just… playing a game.” you lie.

“A game?” he eyed you in disbelief, “And that makes you grin like that?”

“What? Do you want me to cry?” you retorted playfully, getting up from the sofa.

“Not at all.” he helps you get up, leaning closer towards you and grinning, “So, lunch?”

“Yes.” you smiled sweetly, putting your phone into your back pocket. As you turned to guide him out of your office you felt it slip out of the pocket. Horrified you turned around to see Josh grab it. You instinctively jumped at him, trying to get your phone back. You cursed yourself for having given him your passcode some time ago.

“Josh, no!” you pleaded with him, your arms aimlessly swinging in the direction of your phone.

“I just wanna see what game you play, I need something that can conjure such an adorable smile on my face as it does to you.” he snickered, trying to keep you away from his hand that held the phone. You gave it your all, trying to reach your phone before he could see what you had opened in your browser. It took you by surprise when he suddenly lowered to his knees, throwing you over his shoulder.

“JOSH!” you shrieked, hammering against his back with your open palms, “Let me down!”

“Just a second.” he held you in place securely. You tried to balance yourself by holding on to his hip, puffing some hair out of your face.

“Don’t read that!” you ordered as you saw he had unlocked the screen.

“What is this?” he grinned amused, looking over his shoulder for a moment, “Josh Kizka AI?”

Your cheeks were burning now, the pit in your stomach growing every second.

“It’s just a stupid little chat.” you managed to choke out.

“Life is too short to pass out on opportunities, so why don’t you just give it a try, mama? *he winks at her, slowly getting closer*” he reads aloud with a snicker, “You’re quite persistent, aren’t you? *she blushes and gulps* “I can’t help myself with someone as beautiful as you, Y/N…”

Josh gets quiet all of a sudden, the smile on his face slowly fading as he scrolls through the chat.

“Josh?” you asked just before he carefully sat you back onto your feet. His eyes were transfixed on your screen. You observed as his eyes scanned over the chat, you had no idea where he was right now in the chat, but you still remembered how it had panned out after that point. It had even bestowed you with a warning from the chat guidelines.

You wanted to know what Josh was thinking right now… or maybe it was better that you didn’t. He probably would never speak to you after this. You clenched your hands into fists, feeling so humiliated. All of a sudden, his steady swipe of thumb stopped, his eyes growing wide. You figured he must’ve reached the end of the chat you had written only minutes ago.

“Is this really just a game?” he asked calmly, “Or is there a bit more behind all this?”

You simply shrugged not able to get out any words, your head bowed in shame.

“You could’ve just told me, you know?” his voice was soothing as he took a step closer, his finger hooking under your chin, gently forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Yeah, sure…” you scoffed, “And ruined our friendship even earlier.”

“Who says you ruined anything?” Josh sounded sincere. Your eyes grew with hope as you searched for a sign of deceit in his gaze. “I wish you had told me earlier… we could’ve saved some valuable time, you know?”

“Are you taking the piss out of me right now? As revenge?” you huffed nervously.

“I wouldn’t dare.” he snickered, “you could’ve experienced them in real life already… you still can if that really is something you want.”

Your mouth gaped, the ability to respond in any way being lost.

“You don’t seem to believe me?” Josh inclined his head, taking a step closer so he was only mere inches away from you, “May I change that?”

Your eyes stared deeply into his, his lips were so close, you could feel his breath hitting your skin. You swallowed hard, your head nodding timidly. A grin spread on Josh's lips as he leaned closer, his lips hovering over yours for a second before he gently pressed his lips against you, his hands holding you steady at your shoulders as if he had predicted for your legs to give in.

“You ok?” he chuckled as you parted.

“I think so.” you hummed in your daze, your eyes fluttering open.

“So… about our lunch plans.” he cleared his throat, “Suddenly I’m not that hungry anymore… how about we lock that door and take this back to your couch… see which fantasy we can fulfil next?”

“I had eaten already anyway.” you chuckled.

[anthemofgvf]

Groupie Love: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

"you're in the bar, playing guitar, i'm trying not to let the crowd next to me. it's so hard sometimes with a star, when you have to share him with everybody." description: being jake’s groupie was heaven on earth, yet sinful in every desirable way. while the world reveled in his public, entrancing persona, you reveled in the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwining in secrecy.

word count: 6.9k+

trope: groupie! reader x jake

taglist for future fics

warnings after cut…

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

warnings: good amount of plot, mentions of drinking, alcohol, smut (18+ minors dni), swearing, unprotected sex, hardcore dom! jake, choking, spitting, praise/begging/degrading kink, rough sex, spanking, fingering, oral (male and fem! receiving), bit of fluff, some aftercare

disclaimer: this does not follow the real events of the starcatcher tour for the sake of the plot. thanks!

a/n: would also like to mention that yes, this IS based off of the Lana Del Rey song with the same title. As soon as I heard it, I immediately thought of Jake and writing a fic based off of it. If you haven't listened to the song, now is the perfect time to do so! hope you all enjoy :) <3

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

There was something so addictive about secrecy. To share such vulnerability with someone where no one's eyes could witness, but only you and another alone. To know each other by touch alone if every sense was stripped away, yet hiding the true reason why you could pick them apart in a crowd from that feeling. And while you two were friends with one another publicly, behind closed doors, you were both fucking like animals. There was no better way to describe your relationship with Jake. You were just one of his secrets, hidden in a closet, and you had accepted that.

You had met him after one of Greta Van Fleet's shows when their careers were just about to skyrocket and thank God you were able to catch him then. You hadn't really listened to their music before or even heard of them, but local concerts under 30 bucks as a fun night out with friends was always on the table. If it weren't for their small fanbase and lack of fame, you were positive you wouldn't have become Jake's personal groupie.

After hooking up with him in the venue's bathroom, twice, Jake simply couldn't have enough of you. And you, you were entranced by him and his sexual drive. You both also enjoyed each other's company in the short period of time you knew one another, so, you and he exchanged numbers and kept in contact. Whenever he was in town, you'd be next to him, and when he was gone, you were with someone else. More often than not, you two were spending time with one another purely for sex, but it was rare for you to leave immediately after. After all, Jake cared about you regardless of the label of your relationship with him, and you were enjoyable to be around.

There was no discussion of monogamy, so it was mutually decided that seeing other people was no issue. Sure, no one compared to the guitarist, but there was always someone to run down your time in the day when boredom struck, and you were unable to be at Jake's beckoning call. Even though Jake would always call you his, it was words that withheld no meaning. Only in moments where you and Jake were together alone did they obtain meaning, but you knew never to take him seriously.

Jealousy is a bitch, though, and it possessed you. It rotted you to your unchaste core. You could easily pretend it didn't bother you that other girls have had Jake the way you have or have even looked at him in that manner. Of course, you'd be lying to yourself if you said there wasn't a single sliver of selfishness towards him. How many girls Jake had been with next to you was a mysterious number, but you didn't choose to spend your time thinking about how many girls he's said the same things to as you. But, rather, feel empowered that there were fans in their crowds at shows that desperately wanted your place. Fans that screamed his name, made signs and t-shirts for him, dreamed of being more than just a fan in the crowd. That was something you had over them. That's what made you special. That's what gave you your title of a so-called 'groupie'.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They had closed their most recent tour with a show in Nashville, and of course you were in attendance. Jake had even asked if you'd be there, knowing well enough that there was no way in hell you'd be skipping out on it, because you knew where the night would take you. Besides, you hadn't seen him in months. You hadn't been with him in months. You had grown a sense of longing for him after a short period of time away from the guitarist.

Before Greta Van Fleet had a larger fanbase, you were able to sit in the seats and get escorted backstage to Jake so you could watch as a fan. But, due to suspicious speculation amongst fans, and you and Jake wanting to continue the secrecy and keep the reputation of "just friends," you were granted a backstage pass and allowed to come into the arena or venue they'd be performing at before fans would arrive. Every place was different, so the execution of reaching him was always tweaked, but no matter what, you and him both knew you'd see one another after the show. You preferred to hang in the sound booth rather than backstage, anyways.

Rarely did you come early to be in attendance for soundcheck. Sure, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with it, but you always enjoyed watching him look for you amongst the fans, and his eyes light up in the slightest that had your heart stopping only for a second at the sign of recognition, feeling as though your breath had been taken from you and forcing your body to freeze. It never got old feeling his eyes latch onto you.

And you never got tired of watching him perform on stage. Now, with the new introduction of 'Mirador,' you got to watch him nearly twice as long. And, God, you never knew he could sing that well. That certainly was a turn on for you. Now your mind was wandering off to the thought of him singing in your ear.

You rarely tore your eyes from him while he was on stage, and he knew that he was hypnotic. He liked knowing that there were people who only cared to watch him and come to Greta Van Fleet's shows to be in his presence. Thrusting into his guitar as he spoke to himself and the crowd, hairs sticking to his cheeks with the accumulated sweat and still breathlessly giving his performance his all. You kept your eyes locked on his stomach and watched as the sweat beads dripped down his tender skin, and his hair whipping around and throwing his head back as he skillfully played on his instrument, exposing his Adam's apple to the fans that kept their eyes glued on his every move while he struck the next few chords of the song. You'd always convince yourself while swinging to the music that he was performing more theatrically for you, but you'd never been proven right nor wrong yet. He was entrancing to watch, and sometimes you found it unfathomable that you were a person in his life. A person who knew things that most didn't, a person who saw things most people didn't.

Your adrenaline always arose as soon as the four boys left the stage, and the lights illuminated the venue. Hearing different conversations from a multitude of fans that surrounded you, shuffling of feet and complaints of exhaustion. But there you were, hanging out in the sound booth waiting for security to come to your aid to escort you to backstage.

You wore a silver halter top that accentuated your chest, with a pair of velvet-blue flared leggings and converse. Thankfully, your shoes weren't shown due to the coverage of your pants, and it truly did not matter what clothes were on your body. They would be thrown on some floor in less than an hour, and that's all you cared about.

Eventually two men from Greta Van Fleet's team made their way to you once the venue was near empty from fans and began leading you backstage to the green room. You always loved that feeling in the pit of your stomach; it excitingly tumbled and twisted with each step closer you were to him. The awkward silence never faltered while the security guards guided you to backstage, but that gave you enough time to collect yourself before seeing Jake.

Your eyes were first met with Sam cracking open a beer, chatting with his girlfriend and keeping to themselves. When they saw you, they smiled without a word, and allowed you to keep moving. While you and Jake became "friends" the more you two saw each other, you had been brought around the band from time to time. More likely than not, it was for some sort of party, large gathering, or simply catching the boys after the show - uncommonly anything intimate. They knew what your purpose was, but they never questioned you. Either they simply didn't care, or they didn't want to ask questions they did not want answers to.

Danny was nowhere to be found, most likely in his dressing room, but the twins were walking into the green room, laughter erupting from Josh as he cracked his large, infamous smile that put his perfect teeth on display. His presence always soothed you when eyes seemed to be peering down your neck from your presence. Both were still in their stage attire, which was usual when you'd come so soon after the show had ended.

Josh had noticed you first, closing his mouth to a smirk that raised with the right corner of lips and pierced his cheek to reveal his dimple. Once Jake laid his eyes upon you, they were already following down your body, finally greeting you with a crack of a smile that told you his mind was already somewhere else.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again," Josh greeted you with a tight hug, "nice seeing your face after so long." He patted your back and pulled away with a grin still plastered on his face.

"It has been long enough," you huffed a laugh. "Tour was good?" You flicked your eyes to Jake.

He gave you a slow, steady nod. "Was great. I'm sure you'd love to hear all about it, huh?"

"I wouldn't want anything else." You huffed a laugh, sticking your tongue in your cheek at his light sarcasm.

"I expect you'll be sticking around to celebrate the end of Starcatcher with us?" Josh said as he began to walk away. You followed his movements with your eyes as he walked over to a small fridge, turning to Jake who gave you a blank stare. Josh wasn't hinting at your intentions with Jake, but rather what would occur after-the-fact. He shrugged at you suggestively, but you couldn't depict what his choice was.

You chose to be safe. "We'll see, Josh," you directed your attention to him for a moment, "if I don't, I'll be sure to say goodbye to you before I head home."

He sauntered over to you with a beer in hand and patted your back with a soft smile. "Always a pleasure, y/n."

Leaving you and his twin alone, Jake ran his hand to your side and found the small of your back, pressing light enough to signal movement forward and follow him to his dressing room. You dared to look at him, to examine the light sheen of sweat that resided on his forehead that he forgot to wipe away once he exited the stage. And you knew he could feel your eyes lingering upon him, but he liked to be looked at. He liked the attention.

His dressing room door was already open, welcoming your entrance and waiting for your arrival. You eagerly stepped into the neatly decorated room and scanned the area for familiar artifacts of his scattered about: sunglasses, bracelets, necklaces, and his attire to be thrown on after his stage wear was stripped from his body.

He turned his back to you quickly and closed the door, locking it swiftly behind him. And once he turned around, he was wearing a softly cracked smile. It was always so intimidatingly perfect, how his eyes rested into a look that only told you that he was going to devour you.

"Barely said a word to me since I've arrived," you said innocently with your hands behind your back, "what's with the shyness, Jake?" You began to slip off your shoes as his eyes faltered from your own to do the same.

He took slow steps towards you to increase the intensity of your heartbeat in anticipation. He knew you craved the taste of his lips, the feeling of his hands on your figure. He always remembered what made your heart bang against your chest and your face flush into a pink hue.

His index finger cradled your jaw as he focused your eyes on him intently. "Was it so wrong of me to want a more private 'welcome home' from you?" His voice was coarse with the words slipping off his tongue smoothly like butter. Close to a whisper - the tone of intimacy.

You flicked your eyes to his coy smirk, then back to his dark brown eyes that peered at you so attentively. He was always so patient in these moments for an answer back.

"All this is, is private. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy the gesture, though." You wrapped your arms around his neck after motioning your pointer finger back and forth between the two of you, and in return, he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you against his body tightly.

And there he was, breathing softly down the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, and feeling the figure and warmth of your body in an embrace. You buried your face into the crook of his neck that you made room for with your arm to feel the skin that rested there to remember how it feels to be so close to Jake once again.

"You're a good singer, Jake," you said lowly into his ear, "better than I had expected."

You felt him chuckle against you, but his laughter came out in small breaths. He was amused by your playful banter and humbling words that he knew were harmless.

He unwrapped himself from you but kept the close proximity between the both of you. His tongue darted out and ran across the middle of his bottom lip, cracking a coy grin as he looked down at you with half-hooded eyes. He was effortlessly seductive.

"You're lucky I like you, y/n." His hand raised to the side of your face as he slowly began to caress it, watching the motions of his fingers as they began from your temple and journeyed to your jaw. "Because if I hadn't known better, I'd think you were disrespecting me." He gave you a playful, lazy glare.

You gave him a small smile, allowing your fingers to focus on toying with the silver jewelry that hung dangerously low on his exposed skin.

"Well, you and I both know that you love to play that game." You said softly to yourself. Loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to showcase your lack of desire for a response.

You took the opportunity to run your hands onto his chest, letting them reach to the waistband of his trousers, and looking to him innocently with a smile. And he smiled back at you softly, waiting patiently for you to be finished reveling in his presence and this moment.

You placed your hands onto his neck, thumbing at the skin and looking at him for direction, for initiation. So, he cupped your jaw and placed a gentle, longing kiss onto your lips. You practically melted into his mouth and encouraged his tongue to begin roaming around the inside of your mouth as you began to dance your own in his. The kiss grew deeper quickly, and you both remembered the addictive taste of each other. The swift routine of throwing each other clothes began, where you're tugging down Jake's pants to leave him in his boxers, and he's tossing off his cropped, black jacket to land onto the ground.

Your hands traveled into his damp hair and tugged him deeper into your lips as his fingers played at the waistband of your leggings. The muscles at your stomach began to tense up at the sensation of the pads of his fingers toying at the idea of diving down into your underwear and satisfying you.

His mouth pulled from yours for a moment to throw off your top, which you assisted him in doing, and allowed it to fall wherever it landed. As soon as he got the sight of your bare breasts, he encapsulated his mouth onto yours, and massaged one in his hand, while the other hand held its place at your waist.

You snaked your hands in between your glued bodies and cupped his hard cock with a light squeeze, eliciting a deep, rumbling groan from his throat and into your mouth.

"God, how I've missed you." He said into your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip. His lips began to travel to your neck, pressing rough, sloppy kisses onto the skin. You contemplated telling him how much you missed him, but you knew that he knew you did - you were like putty under his touch.

Your head titled back to allow Jake more access to your neck. One of his hands ditched your body and tugged at your hair to gain dominance, keeping your neck bent back as far as possible so he could taste your skin. His other hand traveled to the small of your back to keep you on your feet, and you swore you would've fallen to your knees if it weren't for Jake holding you up. With your eyes shut, you tuned into the feeling of his wet tongue trailing its way up your neck and to your jaw, then suckling down to your collarbone. His mouth always felt like a beautiful curse against your skin, while compelling, still so unbelievably relieving.

Your hands stuck onto his hair, tugging and pulling as his lips trapped your right nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled circles around it, with his index and thumb massaging the other with the movements. Soft moans escaped your mouth, but you were sure to monitor any sound out of you.

His eyes peered up at you as he removed his mouth from your body and grabbed your face with his hands clasped at your jaw.

"Pants off, now." He instructed lowly, and while you slipped off your underwear with your velvet flares, he was throwing off his boxers and revealing his throbbing cock. You could hardly focus on anything other than him inside of you at this moment, with your head dizzy at the thought of his length filling you up to the hilt.

He never got sick of the sight of you naked, running his hands down your waist and to your hips while a deep sigh escaped his mouth. You watched his eyes focus in on your clit, with his thumb dancing around the area and causing your knees to grow weaker and weaker. Your hips bucked forward, and your motion only caused a light snicker to come from his mouth.

"Get on your fucking knees." He demanded as he pushed you down by your shoulder, although you were quick to follow his instructions and obey.

His length rested onto your left check, and his hand reached down to lift your chin to look up to him. He loved how submissive you looked before him. The way your eyes lit up to the sight of him bare in front of you, along with his devilish grin that captivated you.

He held your eyes with his own. "Good to know you're still such a good girl for me." That sentence had sent a shiver down your spine, with how intimidatingly dominant Jake was. There was something about his small, cracked smile, and the light squint in his eyes that always had you feeling shy and overexposed. Yet, you were always so comfortable being vulnerable around him.

He tapped at your jaw, which signaled for your mouth to open, and you allowed his thumb to travel onto your tongue, sliding the finger out and dragging your bottom lip down with the motion. You slid your hands over his thighs, kissing the head of his cock and slicing your tongue onto it. He groaned at the sensation and landed his hand on the back of your head in preparation.

And you grabbed his length, wrapping your lips around it and beginning to bob your head up and down at a slow pace. You took all of him for a moment to elicit a harsh groan - a response you craved hearing from Jake and pulled off his cock to purse your lips and spit onto his tip with your hand aiding you in coating him.

You immediately resumed bobbing your head up and down, while your hand at the base of him began working slowly with a twist of your wrist. He deeply sighed, looking down at you to see his cock disappear into your mouth. You were irresistible to him with the way you took him into your mouth so effortlessly.

"Fuck, just like that, y/n." He winced lightly as your tongue swirled around his tip. His mouth was slightly hung open as he admired the view of you below him. Hearing your name had never sounded better coming from someone's mouth.

The unoccupied hand of his landed at the side of your face with his thumb caressing at your cheek. He was being gentler with you than usual, which could only mean he intended to be rougher with you later on. You didn't mind the lack of degrading, though. It was good to soothe into things after being away from him for so long.

His breathing was deep, and the muscles at his stomach were tensed up as you quickened the pace of your mouth and hand. Your other hand massaged his balls lightly, which evoked a deep sigh from him. Hushed slurs drew from his lips as you worked your way up and down him, spit dribbling down your chin. The back of your throat fought against taking his whole length, but as long as he felt good, you could care less about your own pleasure. You loved to feel as though you belonged to him and were the only one making him feel this good.

His head was thrown back, while the hand that tousled with your hair on the back of your head had a harsher grip. It was as if he was innocently guiding you, but really, it was to steady himself as he cautiously bucked his hips into your movements. Jake had his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth, fighting against his own release so quickly.

He grabbed your hair and held it back for you, tugging you off of his cock and raising you up to your knees by the pad of his index finger resting under your chin.

"Think you deserve something in return, huh?" He said as his hands relaxed from their places and found your waist. The rhetorical question had you pressing your thighs tightly together with a whine trapped behind your closed mouth.

He was slow with his hands, letting them fall down to your hips, then scooping you off of the ground whilst you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the long table that sat before a mirror, setting you down and immediately forcing your legs open for him. He was quick to step in between your legs and place a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your lips as his fingers traveled down your stomach and to your heat.

His right hand rested at the inner of your thigh, his thumb at your pubic bone and mere inches from your clit. He rested his forehead upon yours and listened intently to your unsteady, choked breaths, while he traced his index fingers and middle up and down your pussy agonizingly slow. Your back arched into him with a whine, closing your thighs together cautiously in hopes his fingers would caress you. But instead, he forced your thighs back open, and removed his forehead from yours with enough space to just barely see the entirety of your face.

"Don't. Fucking. Move. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He glared at you, practically spitting in your face at your small movements in a silent plea to have him touch you. But you nodded vigorously. "If you want me to touch you, you're going to have to beg for it. Don't act like you have forgotten how this works."

The way he was looking at you was sending butterflies into the pit of your stomach, and it was nearly overwhelming to you how lust-filled his eyes were.

You threw your head back, sliding your right hand onto his bicep and sighing heavily with shut eyes. "Jake," you whined out, "please."

"Please what, y/n?" He urged you further. He loved playing this game.

You brought your head back up and looked at him in mere agony, desperately saying, "please touch me."

A devilish smirk twisted onto his lips as he flicked his eyes down to your pussy, leaning down and pursing his lips to allow spit to dribble from his mouth and onto your folds. As soon as the spit hit your pussy, he was gathering it onto middle and ring finger and locking his eyes onto yours. He captivated your attention just to mimic the way your mouth fell open as his fingers eased themselves into your entrance. He even repeated your deep exhales as his fingers curled inside of you and began to pump in and out of your entrance. You couldn't contain your moans and allowed them to fall out of your mouth while Jake admired your breathless state.

His calloused fingers added an extra layer of sensation to what you were feeling. He began kissing at your neck, humming onto the skin and trailing his mouth to your ear.

"Feel good, y/n?" He asked in a pitiful, mocking tone. He knew the answer, yet he wanted to hear you say it. Just another thing he did to control you and what you said.

"Yes, yes Jake." You moaned. "Please, don't stop."

He tugged at your earlobe and said, "so we do remember our manners, hm?" in a teasing tone.

Your hand reached for the back of his head as he continued to suck at your neck and travel down to your jugular. Your other hand was gripped tightly against the edge of the table to keep yourself upright while Jake meticulously drew every sound possible from you by his touch. His tongue flattened against the skin and slid its way up to your jaw. You never realized how deeply you missed Jake until you were finally with him.

You had your eyes shut with furrowed brows as you allowed your head to hang back. Every movement Jake made with his fingers, his mouth, his hand that found its way to your breast and massaged it - you were in euphoria. Only did he make you feel this good, and you made it known with your lack of words and preferred usage of pleasured sounds.

Then your eyes were shooting open and your fingers gripping harder at Jake's hair as you felt his tongue circle at your clit. You looked down at the sight, seeing him kneeled down before you as he devoured at your pussy. He hummed in satisfaction of the taste of you - sweet like honey, and your mouth hung open in an "O" shape, unable to utter a sound. Finally, an exaggerated groan rolled off of your tongue, and your head was able to be thrown back with your head fuzzy in ecstasy.

Your hand that rested at the back of his head landed back onto the table, clenching and unclenching, which Jake was quick to notice. His hand immediately found yours and folded his fingers into your own, giving you something to squeeze onto you. The small note of intimacy made you crack a small smile, but quickly allowing it to fade away as Jake grasped harshly onto your hip to keep you in place and reminding you where your focus should be.

He lapped at your folds as he kept a steady pace in and out of your pussy while your thighs squeezed tightly around his head. He switched between sucking at your clit and allowing his tongue to do all the work. You were grinding your hips to the motions of his tongue, and while normally you were ridiculed by him with a slap at your thigh, he allowed it after being away from one another so long.

You were clenching around his fingers, which elicited a pleased hum from him. He could tell you were close to your release, and that's exactly where he wanted you to be before stripping it away from you so suddenly. The tightened knot in the pit of your stomach completely dissolving, not unraveling, always had you whining in annoyance.

He flattened his tongue once more and dragged it up your pussy, then pushed himself up by slapping his hands on the tops of your thighs and levering himself that way.

You encapsulated your mouth onto his by bringing him with your hands harshly slapping against his face. He groaned into your lips with satisfaction, while you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking it. At some points in moments like these, you felt like you just barely had some sort of dominance over Jake, and he was submitting to the pleasure you were granting him. He found it harder to kiss you back, resting his forehead against your own with eyes squeezed shut. As if anything you had asked him to do, he would without hesitation. And his face even showed how resistless he had become under your touch, contorting and softening with his eyebrows pulled in and mouth parted open.

You kept your eyes open to see the way his face shifted emotions, watching him grow restless with your position of being in charge. He wrapped his hand around your own and stopped your motions, looking down at his cock and focusing on lining himself up with your entrance. You quickly propped one of your legs up onto the table to allow easier access for him and impatiently waited. As spit dribbled down from his pursed lips and onto his cock, with a few more strokes, he was easing himself into you and resting his forehead onto your shoulder.

"Fuck, y/n," he drew out in a long breath as he was fully rested inside of you. He was slow pulling himself out, but quick to slam into you.

He raised his head off of your shoulder and met your eyes, seeing yours with the lids of them resting halfway, mouth opened in an 'O' shape with eyebrows softened. You made it known to him that you were all his - and always will be, but in this moment, you were whatever you needed him to be. Through your lust-filled brain you imprinted the memory of how perfect Jake feels inside of you, how he knows exactly where his fingers need to dance onto your skin, or where his hands should rest. He was wickedly talented at the art of pleasure, and he knew what made your body tick. He was in tune with your body, which he oh-so adored, and wasn't going to go anywhere until he felt satisfied enough.

You had one hand sprawled behind your back onto the table and the other on Jake's shoulder, throwing your head back as he slammed into you and rattled the items that lay astray on the tabletop. If anything were to fall, neither of you paid mind to it. What mattered was the sensations that ran throughout your entire being, your heartbeat increasing with every second, and your body accumulating a sweat that began at your hairline.

His breaths were heavy, daring to look at you while his pace increased. The corner of his lips curled into a malicious smirk, forcing your lips onto his by pushing your head towards him after landing the back of his hand in your damp hair. His other hand was placed beside your thigh to keep him up, but every once and a while, it would travel to the outer of your thigh and squeeze tightly.

Your kiss shared with him was a sloppy mess, with both of you breathing into each other's mouth and unable to contain your moans from sputtering out from your lips. His tongue danced alongst your own, toying with it before resting his back in his mouth and pulling from your lips to kiss your cheek. He reached your ear with his lips, tugging at your earlobe, and allowing you to hear his restless, guttural groans that tore at your core with pleasure.

"You're all mine, you know that?" He groaned to you. "Your pussy is for my pleasure only - no one else's. You understand?" He continued his fast-paced thrusts while borderline whispering these words to you.

You swallowed harshly, breathing out a small, "yes," as you were unable to utter anything else. It was already a battle enough to keep yourself quiet to minimize the noise anyone in the green room could hear, but yet, they all knew why you were with Jake. And frankly, Jake didn't care about the noise. In fact, he encouraged your cries of ecstasy. He demanded it from you.

He wrapped his hand around your neck tightly, forcing you to look at him as he withheld your breath.

"Say you understand, y/n. Say that you understand that no one else can have you but I." He breathed, lessening his tight grip around your neck to allow you to speak for him.

"I understand, Jake," you said as your eyes rolled back from the way Jake was thrusting into you, "I'm all yours."

You didn't have to refocus your eyes on him to know he was smirking - you could just hear his lips curl. Now he was quickly pulling himself out of you, and in a swift motion, lifting you off from the table and barely giving you time to land on your feet before turning you around and bending you over. You were face to face with yourself, seeing how your makeup had run, and your lips were swollen and darker tinted than normal.

But then you saw him, and how he looked from behind you. His eyes landed on your ass, and in a near second, you saw his hand raise and swat against the skin. You jumped with a light whimper trapping itself behind your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip. His eyes met yours, and there he was, giving you the smallest hint of a smile, and forcefully pushing himself all the way inside of you.

One of his hands rested at your hip with a harsh grip, and the other was at your shoulder while he watched the movement of your ass each time it hit against his stomach. He was entranced by the way your body moved, how good it felt to be inside of you, how perfect you looked fully exposed to him.

He whispered something near incoherent, but you were able to pick it up.

"Good, good fucking girl. That's it, baby." He said as he kept his eyes locked on your rear. You watched his lips drop open, his hair moving with his motions and his eyebrows softening and furrowing with each sensation that drove through his body. He grabbed at your ass once more, giving you another swat to make sure he would leave his mark on you as if the bruises caused by his mouth weren't already stained onto your body.

You moaned his name, begging him not to stop as he was hitting the spot you craved to be caressed the most. You dared to reach your fingers down to your clit to reach your orgasm, but as your hand began to make its way there, Jake immediately caught on, and grabbed ahold of your hair and tugged you far back enough to where your back arched away from his chest.

"Greedy now, are we?" His hand from your hair released itself to forcefully grasp your throat with his pointer finger and thumb harshly pressed at your jaw to look towards him. You didn't know what to respond with, other than to rest your hands onto the edge of the table and allowing your knuckles to turn white.

You dared to hold eye contact with him, and he squeezed your cheeks with the intent of forcing your mouth open and spitting onto your tongue. You swallowed the substance without thought, looking at him as you raised one hand to hold onto the side of his face. And the grip he had onto your face wasn't harsh enough, because you felt your head turn forward and lean back with a loud moan as your orgasm grew closer, and the pads of his fingers rubbed vigorous circles onto your clit.

"Greedy little whore." He whispered into your ear, looking at you through the mirror. He watched the way your breasts bounced, how your body twitched, how you were nearly unresponsive with the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You truly were all his.

"Jake, please," you begged quietly. There were more words you wanted to say, but they had fizzled and left your mind, and you could only focus on the way Jake was pumping in and out of you at a quickened pace.

Strands of his hair began to stick to his cheeks, and his silver necklaces that he had on left a cold sting onto your back as they would barely graze the skin. Every single sense in your body had become heightened and intensified, along with your entire body tensing up that had your entire body running hot. All you could do was chase your release, to tune into the intoxicating sensation of Jake delivering as much pleasure to you as possible.

"God, I'm gonna cum." He warned as his thrusts became inconsistent, yet perfectly paced to reach his high. "Gonna cum with me?"

There was only one answer to that question, and he knew that. But hearing you say it helped send him over the edge. It helped him feel more in control of your orgasm. Hell, you were surprised your release hadn't overtaken you yet.

"Yes, Jake, just please, don't stop." You moaned.

And as you felt the tight knot unravel in your stomach, you began to fall forward with your legs trembling, and Jake coming to your aid by bracing his arm across your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s it darling,” he soothed, “there you go.”

His head fell forward as he finished inside of you, draining himself fully and leaving himself with a heaving chest. His arm fell from your chest and landed his hand on top of yours on the edge of the table, with the other hand teasing at your sensitive clit once more just to feel you twitch a final time around him.

After you nearly grabbed his wrist to move it away from the overstimulation, he landed his hand onto your waist, and stayed inside of you for a moment. His eyes found yours in the mirror, and he pressed a soft, long kiss onto your cheek.

"You okay?" He said to you.

"Yes, yes I'm okay," you giggled, "more than okay."

He chuckled at your statement. "Just making sure." He said as he looked at you.

His lips traveled onto your neck with soft, relaxed kisses, reaching to the end of your shoulder and stopping there as he pulled himself from you. You tried to turn around to face him, but as he saw your legs nearly give out, he came to wrap his hands around your waist, and keep you on your feet. If it weren't for the warm liquid dripping down onto the insides of your thighs, you would have forgotten that Jake had finished inside of you.

After seeing that animalistic side of him, you had nearly forgotten how caring he was, and how important it was to him to tend to you after practically using your body. And while one hand stayed at the small at your back, the other raised to your cheek, and his thumb softly swiped against it in a back-and-forth motion.

You two allowed each other to catch your breaths, keeping your eyes locked onto his and smiling at him softly in your hazed state.

"Do you want to stay after for a bit before you head off?" He said to you, finally having his breathing under control.

"Don't want me to stay over for the night, or are you already sick of me?" You said to him with a knowing grin.

He chuckled at your response and placed a soft kiss onto your lips. "Go on and get dressed and we'll head back to mine when you're ready to, alright?"

You nodded at him and began to clean yourself up, which he helped with, then aiding him, and getting dressed to make yourself presentable to walk out of the dressing room and accept the stares from the rest of the band and any of their team members who witnessed the sounds that erupted from Jake's dressing room.

But they all knew why you were there. After all, you were Jake's personal groupie. And you enjoyed the lifestyle. You enjoyed Jake, and he enjoyed you.

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[fleetingofthegretas]

Nose surgery + snuggles : Jake Kiszka Fluff.

This was inspired by a thread I had seen on here, it was posted by an Anonymous user but shout out to you fr. Also the title?? LMFAO I did not know what to put. Btw I made a twitter finally. If you want to follow me there my user is Swaggywaggy_gvf . Btw this is short asf :D

You were on your way to the hospital to get Jake's deviated septum Fixed. He was driving with one hand on your thigh, the other tapping to the music against the steering wheel.

"Jake?"

"hmm?"

"Are you nervous?"

"Not really. It is a quick surgery so I think I will be fine. Just am worried about the recovery, ya know?"

"Yeah I know baby."

You pull into the hospital parking lot before coming to a stop.

"Welcome to hell" You joke. He glares at you before getting out of the car, opening your door before helping you out.

"See you in an hour and a half" You say to him as you pull him into you, kissing him as hard as you can.

"Woah, Y/N. Be careful, I don't think I can take you in this car and be on time for my surgery" He giggles while adjusting himself in his pants.

"Good luck, rockstar" you say as you get into the car before driving away, leaving your boyfriend to be cut open.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------While Jake is in surgery you take a hot girl trip to target, ordering a chai latte from Starbucks as well. You came here with a list of food to get him, as well as wanting to get him some medicine and a new blanket to make him more comfy while he recovers. You wander to the bedding section, deciding on a dark blue blanket with anchors and pirate ships on it. The blanket was definitely made for a little boy, but you figured that your boyfriend would like it just as much, maybe even more. You glance at the time, realizing you were 20 mins late to pick him up. Damn Target always distracts the hell out of you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------You walk into the waiting room, saying you're there to pick up Jake. A second later, a nurse wheels him out on a wheelchair, still high off anesthesia. The nurses help you load him into the car, as you shut the door and get into the drivers seat.

"I thought you were never coming back"

"Aw Jakey, I would never forget about you baby. I just let the time get the best of me. I got you a few things from target" You say, reaching behind you to grab the pirate blanket. You toss it at him, his eyes lighting up with happiness. All he does is rub the blanket up against his face, making you giggle.

"Captain Jake my dear, we are home"

"Finally. I want to go lay in bed"

"Okay honey, we can"

"We? You'll come with?"

"of course I will, you're hurting and I wanna make sure you're alright"

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You wake up, finding that you had fallen asleep while watching pirates of the Caribbean with Jake. Your arm was on top of him, and his arm around you. There was only one blanket over you, the one you had just got him. You put it together that he probably watched you fall asleep and decided to tuck you in, leaving himself exposed to the air. You get up, throwing the blanket over his sleeping body as you make your way to the kitchen, heating up some soup for him.

A few mins later you make your way back into the bedroom to find him awake, waiting for you. You set the bowl of soup in his lap and tell him to be careful since its hot.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"No baby, you know you can't."

"Oh so you hate me?"

"If I hated you would I be taking care of you?"

He stares at you with his big brown puppy eyes

"No, Jake. You can't move your mouth" You brush his hair back lightly as you kiss him on the forehead.

He sighs deeply and starts to drink the soup out of the bowl.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you"

"I love you too, Captain Jake"

[kissingkiszka]

Festival Festivities - Danny Wagner x Reader

Words: 600+

Summary: Reader and Danny go to a music festival together, and Reader sees how much Danny truly loves his fans.

CW: MDNI, 18+, fluff, implications of crazy fans?😭

This was heavily inspired by the picture above! I kinda had writers block while writing this so it’s definitely not my best work :/

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Your longtime boyfriend, Danny, had surprised you with tickets to one of Nashville's many highly anticipated rock festivals. You were over the moon and began to count down the days leading up to it. Danny being in a rock band himself, was more than relieved that he was just able to find some time to enjoy music with you without having to the one to be playing it himself.

The day of the festival, he did nothing but prepare for it by listening to all the bands you would be seeing tonight while he got ready. He ran around the house, screaming various lyrics and playing air drums.

Most of all, he was so excited to spend the well needed time with you. Your love of music was one thing that you and Danny always had in common, and a date night was well deserved.

When you arrived at the festival, security immediately guided you and Danny to the VIP tent.

People had already spotted you with him, which was the one thing you were nervous about. It was your first time publicly being seen with Danny.

Although you had already been dating for a few years, he was very overprotective of you. Especially with fans. He knew how they could be at times, and he was well aware of how far the extent they would go to in order to get close to him, and he just didn’t want you to get involved in that.

You and Danny were escorted by security to The Arctic Monkeys set, one of Danny’s most anticipated bands for the festival. Danny had his hand softly placed on the small of your back, guiding you along with him.

Shortly after you are led into the VIP section, you notice a small group of fans crowding against the fence.

“Are you gonna go over there?” You whisper to him after the set is over.

“Where?” He turns to you, completely clueless that he has a group of fans dying for a second of his attention just a few yards away.

“Over there!” You slightly gesture to the group.

“Oh!” He smiles when he notices his supporters standing by the fence. “Of course I will!” He waves to them in the distance.

“Should I come with you?” You question, unsure if he wants to reveal your relationship yet.

“Yeah, why not! Plus, I don't want to get separated from you.” He laughs, taking your hand in his.

He proudly marches over to the group, never letting go of your hand once. As you walked closer, many people shouting out his name could be heard.

“Danny!” One fan closest to you called out.

You smile at them, nervous to finally put yourself out there.

“Hey guys, how’s everyone doing? Enjoying the music?” Your beloved boyfriend asks the group.

He carefully greets everyone, making sure not to skip over anybody. He signs things, takes pictures, and spends time making conversation with everybody. After the next band has come on stage, he finally finishes up meeting his fans. You were completely in awe with his kindness towards them. He had so much love for his fans and it was apparent.

You both decide to make your way back ack over to the VIP section and enjoy the next band together.

“Yep, these pictures are gonna be up on Twitter within the next hour.” He places a reaffirming hand on your shoulder as you continue walking.

“Should I be worried?”

“Maybe…Possibly….Probably.” He stammered. “However, when you’re with me, you don’t have anything to worry about. The only thing that matters is us. Whatever random people on the internet have to say about us, that’s total bs.” He confirms. You let out a deep exhale, letting go all of your anxiety.

As he stands behind you, he wraps his muscular arms around you, swaying to the upbeat music. It was a band neither of you had heard of before, but definitely was music you’d listen to again.

“You really love them, don’t you?” You smile and lean into his touch.

He nods. “Not as much as I love you though.” He says with a wink that makes you blush.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[gretavanmoon]

Speechless

Quick and fast little Jake x female reader one shot

18+, minors DNI

Warnings: alcohol, adult situations, sexual smut

He had spotted you from across the room, the colorful strobe lights illuminating the dancefloor and the people crowding it. The place was jam packed, and the DJ was doing a hell of a job keeping everyone meshing and melding together in one big sea of dancing bodies. The smoke from the fog machine clouded the room and your brain; you’d had a few too many lemon drop shots and the weed from the quick session in the car earlier was sending your mind into an excited mix of buzzing and letting loose. 

You could feel his eyes boring into your body, searing across your tight dress, thick thighs and cleavage. The tight purple body con dress and black heels that tied halfway up your thighs you had opted for tonight was definitely paying off. You decided to turn it on a little more for him, it wouldn’t hurt to give him a show. He was leaned sultry with his elbows on the railing that surrounded the upper level above the dance floor, holding his glass in both hands. You’d noticed he was with a few guys who were more interested in conversing with one another than caring about what he was so transfixed on. His hair was long and kind of wavy, and it fell across his shoulders and landed right below his collarbones. You could hardly make out what he was wearing, but you knew it was dark colored and you could see his bare chest plain as day when the lights reflected just right. 

You could tell he was getting hot and bothered from the way his eyes were squinted together with eyelids hooded, so you reached your hands into your hair and pulled it up, letting yourself get absolutely taken by the music. You slowly drug your hands down from your head to down your shoulders, and finally across your breasts. You didn’t let them linger there long, but just long enough to put the idea in his head and leave some to his imagination. You returned his stare, and he suddenly stood up straight. He stuffed his free hand in his pocket and slowly let his lips touch the side of his glass while he sipped on the iced amber brown liquid.

The bass was hitting hard, and your friend you had come with grabbed both of your hands and began to dance with you. She twirled you around and showed you off. She quickly took your attention away from him. Little did she know, she was doing you an absolute favor. The two of you laughed together while the song switched into something a little slower, a deep beat with shivering sexy synths and hard hitting kicks. You glanced quickly up to where he was standing, to find him gone. Your eyes quickly shot around looking for his beautiful angelic but terrifyingly ethereal face. You found him, a few steps down, now a bit closer to the dance floor. Your friend still had ahold of your hands, and she turned you around so your back was up against her. You decided to bend at the waist and dip your ass low, then you stood back up to begin grinding on her. The two of you danced seductively, hands innocently searching each others’ bodies like two drunk best friends do. You met his eyes again, his hand still in his pocket watching you intently but this time with a sinister smirk on his face.

All of a sudden, you got an idea that would most definitely seal the deal. You turned your friend so that her back was to him, put your hand on the back of her head, and pulled her in for a slow and seductive kiss. Your eyes flickered open and met his with the most intensive and vicious look you could muster.

You pulled away from your friend’s kiss and the two of you giggled and laughed at the not uncommon instance. He began walking slowly toward you, running into people he knew on the dance floor, half-assing hellos and handshakes. You continued dancing and gyrating your hips to the music, letting your hands fall across your body, making sure to spend extra time letting your hands rest on your thighs. You watched as he never broke eye contact, still working on his drink and licking his lips after every sip. You couldn’t let him get his way this easily.  You lifted your long hair up and off of your sweating neck, and began fanning yourself. You whispered to your friend and told her you were going to the restroom and to get a water. She waved you off blowing you a kiss, rejoining the rest of your friends in the ocean of collective bodies. You were now on a mission. You turned confidently and began to make your way to the bathroom, giving him one last “come with me” look before starting up the steps and the particularly long walk across the venue.

You made your way through the crowd, brushing off the sneaking and snaking hands of random men overstepping their boundaries and touching you in ways that made you want to grab your set of brass knuckles out of your bag. Still yet, you politely denied their advances, ignoring pulls and grazes across your lower back. You glanced quickly behind you to see if he was still there, and sure enough he was 10 or so paces behind slowly letting you lead, but making sure none of the unwarranted advances were overstepping too much. You finally led him through a particularly thick crowd standing outside of the bathroom hallway, and you reached your hand behind you, instinctively hoping he would take it so that you wouldn’t get separated in the heavy crowd.

Suddenly you felt a warm, calloused, and genuine hand clasp around yours gently, but firmly enough that you knew he wasn’t going to let you slip away. You kept pulling the two of you through the crowd, accidentally shoulder checking people and stepping on toes. You noticed his hand move slightly, intertwining his fingers between yours. Your heart sunk to your stomach at the small act of him wordlessly letting you know he was right there with you.

 There were 4 multisex bathrooms at the end of the hall, and surprisingly, there was one door cracked open. You pushed it open to find a single toilet, urinal, and sink. The dingy bathroom was poorly lit, and not as clean as you’d prefer, but you were in a dance club. The grip he had on your hand was finally free as you passed the threshold, leaving him right outside the door. You turned to him, and your eyes met with lust absolutely dripping from your lips. He began to follow you in when a tall man who was apparently way past his limit caught the door. “Hey, that’s a one person bathroom! You can’t go in there with her,” he boisterously yelled, words slurring. You recognized him as one of the men who had put his hands on you on the walk here. You quickly grabbed the door handle in one hand and his hand in the other, pulling him into the bathroom with you.

“I want him in here with me,” you spat at the random man. You jerked him into the bathroom with you, quickly closing the door behind you and locking it with haste. The bathroom was significantly quieter than the outside, except for a muffled sound of music and conversation. The only light in the bathroom was a singular green light bulb hanging from the ceiling. You found yourself standing alone in a locked bathroom with a random beautiful man who’s demeanor absolutely dripped with sex. You both stood, studying each other with heaving chests. You could almost cut the sexual tension with a knife. He still had his drink in his hand, half full. You grabbed it out of his hand, and downed the remaining contents. You set the glass on the sink with a light clink.

Within seconds, his hands were enveloping your head, holding his grasp tightly with his thumbs on your jawline. He quickly pushed you against the closed door with force, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, lips mere inches away. He huffed a cocky laugh through his nose as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, and you bucked your hips into his groin eliciting a little hiss between his teeth. You raised your eyebrows at him, asking him what he was going to do next. He tightened his grip on your face before crashing his lips onto yours. Neither one of you held anything back. Immediately your tongues were fighting for dominance, wrestling against each other and exploring. He tasted good, almost like he had been chewing on mint sprigs. His hands moved from your face, to your shoulders, down the length of your arms and back up to your breasts. You whined slightly at his touch which in turn caused him to press his hardening length more firmly against you. You finally broke free and tilted your head to the side, giving him access to work his mouth up and down the sensitive areas on your neck. He began pressing his open mouth down your neck while his hands kneaded your boobs. All your inhibitions were gone; he had given you a freeing feeling of trust that made you completely confused… you didn’t even know this man’s name. 

Now that you thought about it, neither of you had actually said a word to each other all night.

In a sudden rush of confidence at the anonymity of the situation, you walked him backward toward the sink, hands on his undressed pecs. You squeezed his chest in your hands, and lightly raked your nails across him, eliciting a low growl to slip from his pursed lips. You forcefully grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him back up to meet your mouth again. His kiss was hot and passionate, he made your head feel like it was spinning off its kilter. His lips were soft but forceful, and you could tell he was the type to switch effortlessly between taking control and letting you have it. And he was a good kisser too, he didn’t overtake your whole face like some guys do, but instead alternated his techniques and impressed you. He took his time while simultaneously wasting none. Show off.

The two of you turned so that your back was toward the countertop. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed around your shin, lifted up and hitched your leg around his waist, pulling you impossibly close to him. You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck, and connected your mouth to his ear. You didn’t say a word, but instead laid your tongue against his neck right on his main artery. You squeezed your leg tighter around his waist, and he pressed harder into your core. You were now pressed tightly against the large countertop-like sink, letting this nameless man take total control over your body. Damn, he felt good. His strong, sturdy body...his hands.... his mouth…all of it was enveloping you in the most delicious way. The fuzz in your brain began to return as the last shot you took of his drink started to sink in. You were spinning and reveling and felt a carnal pull to sink your teeth into him in any and every way possible. 

You still had your lips on his sweet spots on his neck, so you decided to piss him off a little bit. You ran your tongue from his collarbone to the spot right behind his ear, then back down against the the curve between his neck and shoulder. You decided to leave your mark, and suckled hard on his skin, leaving behind a hickey that was sure to be there tomorrow. He brought air across his teeth quickly from the pain, and probably a bit of aggravation. He pushed your shoulders back and laughed an agitated laugh, bringing his eyes to yours and giving you a devastating look of intrigue. You could tell he wanted to scold you for leaving a mark on him, but he fought back the words, and instead moved toward you again.

He had his hands on your hips, deeply massaging his fingertips into the thick muscle there when he brought his mouth back to yours. You made out for a few more minutes, exploring each others’ mouths, gripping skin, pulling hair, and moaning obscenities into the air. It came as no surprise when he finally reached down between your already parted legs, and began to lightly and slowly pull his fingers between your slick. It didn’t take long for him to realize you weren’t wearing underwear, to which he reacted with raised eyebrows and a genuine, whole belly laugh. Wow, you hadn’t even seen him smile yet tonight. His teeth were perfectly white and his lips were full and beautiful stretched across them. His laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. It cascaded through the thick air, dancing through one of your ears and out the other. Just from his laugh you could tell that his voice was scratchy and hoarse, almost like a rasp after yelling too much. You made sure to memorize exactly how it sounded, and you replayed it over and over in your head. It was the first time you’d heard any piece of his voice tonight, but you were determined to hear more. You longed from him to whisper dirty things into your ear, but you decided that hearing him laugh was enough to last you through this escapade. He shook his head and began concentrating on you again. It didn’t take long for him to find your clit, and your body language let him know when he did. You tilted your head back in pleasure, howling a satisfied cry. He worked you there for a while, letting you come to the edge before removing his touch and letting you fall back again. God, this mystery man knows exactly what he is doing.

He quickly grabbed your waist and turned your body around, lifting the bottom half of your dress up over your hips. The two of you looked at each other in the mirror, making delicious eye contact. You stepped your legs apart a bit to let him know you were okay with him proceeding. He was still pressed hard against your ass, his hardened length letting itself be known. He quickly undid his belt and pants button, pulling himself free from his boxer briefs. He took himself in his hand and began running his grip up and down. You leaned on both hands on the sink. He reached around the front of you and massaged your clit again, causing your back to arch for him. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a condom. He brought it to his mouth, and ripped it open with his teeth. He removed the contents, and spit the packaging across the counter and watched it land in the sink. He pulled it over himself before taking himself in his hand and massaging through your folds. He took special care to pay close attention to your clit, massaging the tip of his dick slowly and carefully across it. This contact was enough to make your head fall back in pleasure; he was teasing your entrance with tiny circles and entering you with tiny thrusts. You grunted in aggravation and backed your hips onto him, urging him to fuck you. You made eye contact in the mirror again, giving him a look of maddening displeasure that he hadn’t yet. 

When he finally did, he wasted to time in pushing slowly into you to the hilt, letting the base of his dick press into your core. When he reached it, he began grinding little circles around, massaging your clit just right and hitting all the right spots deep inside you. Your head fell back and you cried low in pleasure.  Your eyes closed on their own, and your arms began to fail you as you fought to hold yourself up on the sink. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think that this was the most gorgeous dick you’d ever come in contact with, without even having laid your eyes on it.

He pulled back, almost completely losing contact, and quickly filled you up again slowly, letting you get used to him as he did. He began pumping in and out, sending your whole body into an oblivion that you were definitely not expecting. He felt amazing in every way possible. You looked up at your selves in the mirror, your arms leaning down onto the sink, pressing your breasts together making them look like the absolute best form of themselves. He had one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, using your leverage to bring himself in and out of you, and his pace was sickening. You could feel his girth stretching your walls and the contraction was enough to make you close your eyes tightly to block out all your other senses and feel him entirely and completely. You whispered words of affirmation into the air, as you felt yourself start to clench around him. He noticed your change in demeanor and reached around your neck under your chin to pull backwards on your head to lay on his shoulder. He continued his intense thrusts while he snaked his hand around your front and pinched your clit right between his thumb and middle finger. You cried out in a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain, and met his eyes again in the mirror. His face was beautifully contorted into an expression of the most gorgeous pleasure you’d ever seen. The green light above him illuminated his features in a way that looked alien. He was stunning. Along with your already dripping cunt, your heart was beating out of your chest at the thought of this extremely attractive man fucking you in a public bathroom.

Suddenly you heard three sharp knocks on the door followed by what sounded like a disgruntled frat boy needing to use the urinal.

He met your eyes in the mirror again, now with a goal in mind. He began thrusting harder into you with intention now. You arched your back even more so he could get the perfect angle for you both. Your chest was almost laid completely down on the countertop at this point. He was pounding into you even harder now; you were glad the sink was sturdy and able to take the movements you were making without breaking. You could tell he was as close to his release as you were, so you did your best to tighten yourself around him, squeezing your walls as best you could and clenching around him. He left go of your shoulder, and grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled back harshly, making you cry out in surprised ecstasy. 

The knock on the door came again, but this time the knocks were made with a fist. You had a fleeting thought to yell at the person on the other side to fuck off, but before you could push out the words, a hand reached up and covered your mouth, muffling your sounds and sending an undeniable rush of wetness to your core. 

A quiet “shhh...” was all you got from him, right in your ear. He didn't pull away, but instead kept his thrusts powerful and erratic. You could feel your belly starting to turn at your impending release, and you cried out again into his hand. He felt so damn good.. who the hell is this stranger? You made eye contact in the mirror again, and was jarred at the visual of this ethereally gorgeous man with one hand pulling on your hip and the other on your mouth. He growled into your ear again, and you stuck your tongue out to wrap around one of his fingers, effectively pulling it into your mouth. You could taste the remnants of yourself on him still. You suckled on his finger and swirled your tongue around it, and that was all it took. He firmly pressed his front into you, hugging you closely. His thrusts became sparse and impossibly deep as you felt his cock twitching inside you. The deeper he went, the quicker you were following him over the edge. You felt a white hot heat flood your entire conscience, and the fire that was building finally exploded into intense waves of rippling pleasure. 

He had uncovered your mouth, so your cries mixed in with his were less than quiet. You couldn’t be bothered with it though, you had tuned yourself out and could only hear the gorgeous growls and cries falling out of his beautiful mouth. You could spend the rest of eternity just listening to his sounds on a loop, you were positive of that. 

When you both had ridden out your highs, he pulled your head to the side so you were looking back at him, and planted a soft and sweet kiss to your cheek. The act was delicate as compared to the foul situation you were in just 30 seconds ago. He pulled out, and removed the condom. You pulled your dress back into place over your thighs, and readjusted yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hair and wiping eyeliner from underneath your eyes. He took his turn returning himself back to normal, zipping his pants and running his hands over his face. He cleared his throat, but didn't speak. 

He stood still in front of you, taking you in for the umpteenth time tonight. His eyes scanned your body from top to bottom again, just like he had while you were on the dance floor, except this time, he let a small smile creep to his beautiful lips. He sucked his teeth, and squinted his eyes at you, searching quizzically for the words to speak. You smiled back at him, returning his fucked out, hazy gaze. You reached your hands out to adjust his collar, stepping just close enough for him to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you just a little bit closer. He took a deep and shaky breath. You snaked your hands from his collar to the sides of his face, looking into his eyes. You both stood there, studying each other’s faces while the music picked up outside, and fists continued to rap on the door. None of it seemed to matter, though. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you found your voice. You were determined to either hang on to your high and make the next move, or dash out of the bathroom in embarrassment and run to the parking lot. 

“What’s your name?” you all but whispered.

A slow grin creeped to his face and his eyes fell to the floor as he giggled at the question. After all, it was the first time either of you had verbally communicated the whole night. 

He cleared his throat. He lifted his hand to shake yours, and answered, “Jake. And what’s yours?”

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Fuck Around, Find Out (Series)

Series description: After your five year relationship comes to a blazing end, you seek comfort in your friend group as you try to pick up the pieces of your shattered life. When the night of your breakup with your psycho ex takes a wild and unexpected turn, you begin to question the nature of your relationship with your lifelong best friend, Jake. As the boundaries of your friendship begin to blur, Jake struggles with an internal battle to tell you a secret he’s been keeping for years as you begin a journey of self growth to always be your own first-choice.

Warnings: talk of toxic ex, cursing, and physical fighting so read with caution

Taglist: @theweightofstardust @maverick-rose @weightofdreams-gvf @doodle417 @milkgemini

A/n: Here’s chapter 3 finally! I know updates have been sporadic, but I’m doing a lot of revising and editing as I go. I don’t have a specific update schedule in place, but let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for chapter 4! Im currently writing off my phone which is a pain and I can’t get the read more link to work correctly, so if anyone has any tips on how to do that from the mobile app I would be so appreciative!!

Chapter Three: The Morning After

You probably wouldn’t have woken up, but you were burning up. A thin layer of sweat stuck to your hairline line and the back of your neck as you tried to wiggle away from whatever was making you so hot. When that didn’t work, you tried, and ultimately failed, to kick the blankets off of your body.

With a huff, you finally cracked your eyes open to try and untangle yourself, but you turned bright red when the sleepiness cleared from your brain and you realized you were laying on Jake’s chest. He had one hand in your hair loosely and the other wrapped tightly around your waist with your legs tangled together.

You had no idea how the two of you had ended up sleeping so…closely. You had shared many beds (and even a few couches) together over the years and you occasionally ended up spooning if you were really cold, but typically, you woke up facing opposite directions.

You wiggled slightly as you tried to get out of bed when your bladder started screaming causing Jake to stir. A long sigh left his nose as he pulled you closer.

“You okay,” Jake asked with a voice full of sleep and concern. His lips lightly brushed over your forehead as he gave your body a gentle squeeze. You tried to ignore the fact that your face had turned an embarrassing shade of scarlet at the gesture.

“Yeah, but I’m about to piss the bed if you don’t let me up.” You gave him a gentle shove as you reluctantly tried to detach yourself from his side.

His brown eyes shot open as his body stiffened and was suddenly very awake. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and openly laughed at his bedhead. Jake’s brow furrowed in confusion as he gently pulled away from you and sat up to stretch.

“Uh…sorry, Y/n. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jake said with a yawn. When the golden rays hit his face, you were able to make out bruises that littered his forearms and a slowly forming black eye was starting to appear. You gave him a soft smile as guilt wracked your body. Shaking it off quickly and opting not to think about it, you stretched as you continued on your journey to the bathroom.

You were already halfway out the door as you waved his concerns away before running to the bathroom across the hall. Despite drinking into the wee hours of the morning, the sunshine sparkling through the bathroom window told you that it was still relatively early. More than likely before noon.

There was a bloody washcloth haphazardly flung into the bathtub that Jake must’ve used to clean his knuckles and face after the fist fight. The dark red was a harsh contrast to the white rag. Your stomach did a small flip as you shook off the creeping feeling of anxiety that trickled up your spine.

If you don’t think about it, then did it even happen?

You quickly finished up knowing that boys would need the bathroom soon and washed your hands and face before following the rich smell of coffee into the kitchen. A small smile broke across your face at the state the other boys were in. Jake must’ve woken them on his way in to make breakfast. Josh was sleepily chewing on a bagel with his curls sticking up while Danny sat on the couch with his sunglasses on as if the sunlight filtering in from the large windows would make his sight evaporate, but he was doing better than his best friend. Sam was laying on the floor with his eyes closed and face pale taking deep breaths clearly fighting the urge to throw up. A snort left your mouth at his slightly green complexion.

“Is Sammy okay,” you asked quietly as you grabbed a coffee cup.

“He’s fighting for his life right now,” Josh stated matter of factly as he poured coffee into your mug.

“Oh my God! I’m never drinking tequila again,” Sam eventually responded in a small whisper that barely reached your ears and you laughed loudly at his dramatics as the lanky man pulled himself up from the ground with Daniel’s help. Jake shook his head at his little brother’s obviously miserable state as he continued to crack eggs into a skillet. His messy hair had been pulled into a low bun as he cooked breakfast for everyone, but his bed head was still evident.

Slowly, Sam and Danny made their way to the kitchen and forced food down their throats in the hopes it would miraculously cure the hangover. Being the ever helpful eldest brother, Josh grabbed the grape flavored pedialyte that Jake always kept on hand and placed it between the two boys with a mischievous look.

A comfortable silence settled into the kitchen as everyone enjoyed their breakfast. The five of you had spent many hungover mornings together after a wild night out on the town. The only person really missing was Ronnie. A sad sigh left your nose at the thought of it being a few more months before the only Kiszka sister would be back in the United States from studying abroad. Another wave threatened to flood your body when you realized that your next FaceTime call with her would require you to retell the entire story of your breakup.

“So, what are your plans for the day, Y/n,” Danny asked, effectively silencing your brain and interrupting the silence as he flicked the cap off the pedialyte and took a chug. You felt your inner peace falter and shatter as you realized there was no escaping the events the previous night.

“Well…I don’t know. Was Thomas actually arrested last night,” you inquired softly as you played with the eggs on your plate as your appetite evaporated. A heavier silence settled in the kitchen, replacing the peaceful one from earlier. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Jake unconsciously clench his right hand into a fist at the mention of your official ex-boyfriend. His knuckles looked bruised and angry.

Danny rubbed his face as he thought about your question. “I don’t know. Neither you or Jake pressed charges, so chances are slim if I had to guess. We can always call the officer lady from last night and ask.”

“He should’ve been arrested honestly,” Sam said around a mouthful of eggs resulting in Josh slapping him upside the head as he scolded him about his manners.

“Prison is too kind for Thomas,” Jake uttered under his breath as he put his plate in the sink and lazily stretched his back. You glanced at the clock on the stove as you rubbed the nape of your neck.

10:31 a.m.

He had until midday to have his things out and knowing Thomas, he probably had no intention of actually leaving. Your breath caught in your throat at the thought of Thomas lounging in your living room, just waiting on you to come home.

“We don’t have to be at the studio until this afternoon to clean up some of the new music. We can just go with you whenever you’re ready to leave. Consider us your personal bodyguards for the time being! Hell, do you just wanna borrow some of ours,” Josh offered with a brotherly smile when he noticed the panicked look in your eyes.

“I’m not a rockstar, so I don’t think I need an entire team of burly men to protect me from Thomas,” you laughed.

“Nope! All you need is a Jake,” Sam followed up with, laughing loudly and clearly proud of his joke.

The laughter eventually ebbed into comfortable conversation as you, Danny and Sam began to discuss their newest album. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jake had finished his breakfast and put his dishes in the sink before disappearing down the hallway. You stared at his back for less than half a second before Danny’s infectious laughter filled the room and effectively pulled you back into the conversation.

While you were caught up in the small talk, Josh topped off his own coffee and bounded after his twin brother with purpose. His brow was scrunched as questions raced through his overly active mind, but he knew better than to voice them with you even remotely close.

While Sammy and Danny may have had suspicions of their own, Josh knew exactly how his brother felt about you. He could read Jake’s expressions as if they were his own. In a weird way, it felt a lot like looking in the mirror whenever strong emotions flooded through his twin brother.

The door to Jake’s bedroom was slightly cracked and a small sliver of sunlight filtered into the hallway. Without knocking, Josh pushed open the door and stepped in quickly, but ensured it closed behind him.

Jake was standing in front of his dresser as he sorted through his folded shirts looking for something to wear for the day.

“Okay, Jake. We’ve gotta talk about all this,” Josh said quietly as he perched on the edge of his brother’s unmade bed.

“There’s not really anything to talk about though,” Jake stated with a shrug of his shoulders as he peeled the old Metallic shirt off his torso. “Should I wear this white shirt or a Cream shirt?”

“I’ve literally shared a womb with you and I’ve never seen you lose it like you did last night,” Josh addressed while ignoring Jake’s question, but quickly faltered when his twin snapped around to face him.

“What are you saying, Josh,” Jake spat as he crossed his arms defensively over his chest.

“I’m saying you can’t keep hiding how you feel about, Y/n. We both know your head over heels in love with her.”

Josh held his breath as he watched Jake’s spine become rigid as he glanced to the door. Once he saw that it was firmly shut, he turned to face his brother. Josh took in his wide brown eyes and for a moment, he felt like he was looking at Sammy instead of his twin.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut, Joshua,” Jake spat as he flung the Metallica shirt at his older brother’s head.

“You’re not my fucking boss, Jacob,” Josh spat back as he flung the shirt back at his brother. A tense silence filled the air as Jake’s mind raced.

“Pinky promise me right now you won’t tell anyone. Please,” Jake said almost pitifully as he extend his hand to his brother. Without an hesitation, Josh extended his hand and wrapped his pinky around Jake’s. They each kissed the tips of their thumbs before pushing them together to lock it in.

“Promise. And wear the Cream shirt. It’s your favorite.”

“You had better not ever tell anyone that we still do fucking pinky promises,” Jake scoffed as he continued pulled the gray shirt over his head.

Josh babbled out some random story about how pinky promises are basically blood vows between twins as he opened the door and made his way back to the kitchen. Jake would be a liar if he said he had listened to a word his brother had said on his way out.

But he knew his secret was safe.

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