The Way Jake’s And Josh’s Bellies And Hips Spill Ever So Slightly Over Their Tour Outfits.

Roving Blade

Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, minor sexual implications, will add more tags for future chapters

CHAPTER 2

These pirates were a lot nicer than the ones you had seen and heard of before, you had to admit. They made a large tank for you, big enough for you to fully stretch out in, and made sure to keep you well fed once they realized you could eat meat and fish. Jake kept you in his cabin, away from the prying eyes of any he didn’t trust with the knowledge of your existence.

You still would rather NOT be on this ship at all, but it could’ve been worse, you supposed.

Captain Kiszka, or Jake, as you soon heard him be called, was fascinated with you, even more so than the rest of the crew. He’d spend hours trying to communicate with you, despite the warnings from (who you assumed were) his brothers. Especially the one who shared his face; he seemed especially wary of you.

You weren’t intentionally dangerous, to your defense. It’s just in your nature to go after pirates and sailors, with them being common on the seas and usually causing a ruckus. Again, though, this one was… different. He was still dangerous and proud, as all pirates seemed to be, but he held a certain curiosity and eagerness to learn about the world, not conquer it.

Today was the same as usual, with Jake feeding you and taking notes in his journal about your habits. You’ve grown used to this, having given up on trying to understand his human writing. You may somewhat understand their spoken language, but that didn’t extend to writing.

“Can you eat things other than meat and fish?” Jake asked, tossing another fish into your tank for you to eat. You opened your mouth to show him your teeth, shaking your head. Your teeth were razor sharp, stained pink from years of eating things full of blood and meat. Jake observed your gesture, scribbling furiously in his journal. You had once tried to eat the kelp at the sea floor, curious about it. All it did was make you sick and offer no nutrients to you, so you’ve not tried it again.

“Interesting…” He muttered, tucking the journal away to look at your appearance again. This is also something he does a lot. He’ll simply stare, as if trying to engrave every detail of you into his mind. Part of you was annoyed that he wouldn’t let you go, and that he seemed so obsessed, but the other part of you was glad he seemingly had no interest in selling or killing you.

You finished off the fish, tossing the bones to the bottom of your tank and laid back on the sand that covered the cold glass at the bottom of it. Your tail shimmered in the sunlight that came in from the small porthole windows in Jake’s cabin. He stared at your scales as you eventually drifted off into a short nap.

——

Jake had been doing research any chance he got. Sometimes that meant asking the old sailors and other pirates he was friendly with about the tales of merfolk and sirens, other times it meant stealing books from homes and libraries in port towns. One thing that continually showed up was that the scales of a mermaid held magic in it that protected its holder from harm.

In some old stories, it mentioned lovestruck mermaids offering them to sailors they fancied, other times it told of sailors stealing them from the mermaids and wearing them as a trophy. He considered himself better than a common thief, but knew that there’d be no way he’d get a scale willingly from the one he captured and imprisoned.

When talking about the much more aggressive version of mermaids, aka Sirens, there wasn’t much in the way of positives about them. They were said to be bloodthirsty tricksters, using their voice to lure sailors to jump ship into their waters, where they stood no chance against the razor sharp teeth and quick reflexes of the creature. Some say sirens are the spirits of women thrown overboard, causing them to be vengeful to any sailor man they see. Others claim they’re like animals, seeking out their preferred prey, humans.

He thought back to the night he first heard it sing, remembering how close he was to doing just that. Did this creature simply want to eat him? Did it only see him as food, or a threat that needed to be taken out? Jake shook his head. It didn’t matter; it’s not like it could attack him now, being stuck aboard his ship in a tank. He eyed the scales again before turning away and heading out to the deck of the ship.

He couldn’t think about that now, he had a ship to run and a crew to manage.

——

You couldn’t figure out what this pirate wanted with you. A trophy? Research? It’s been three months, and he’s not done anything like selling you or try to even harm you. Neither did the few others he let come in to feed you or talk to him as you watched. He’s stopped scribbling in that journal so much, you noticed. Maybe it was full? Or maybe he couldn’t learn anything else about you?

So then why did he keep you around?

——

The seas were rough one morning as they sailed from the shores out to the wider parts of the sea. They kept watch, knowing these parts held far more enemies for them; other pirates, the navy, large whales and squid, and who knows what else. If Merfolk were real, who knows what else was real?

Jake was itching for something to happen, having gotten too settled down during the three months they stayed close to the shores. They had waited out some of the rougher months, but the seas still had their fair share of rough days. Today was no exception, rain pouring down and a heavy fog settling over the water. Sam was on lookout above, his eyes much better than anyone else’s.

“Captain! There’s a ship out on the starboard side, about 3 knots away I’d say. It’s flying a red flag, so I, uh, don’t think they’re friendly. Should we ready the canons and guns?” Sam shouted down to Jake, looking concerned. They had a formidable crew, but they still preferred not to fight other pirates if they had to.

Jake made a quick decision. “Ready the canons, raise the flag! If they attack, we attack ten-fold! Ready men?” His voice was loud and proud over the sound of the rain and waves, commanding his crew like he had for years.

Jake grinned as he unsheathed his sword and stood on deck, finally seeing the ship appear from the fog. It’s been too long since he’s had a good fight…

——

The sound of fighting soon appeared over the noise of the waves and weather, the booms of the canons and guns alongside the clang of swords and the shouts of both crews. You curled up at the bottom of your tank, frightened of what might happen if the other crew were to find you. You didn’t really care if the one you were on sank; you could get out of the tank rather easily and you’d be home free. But this crew had been nicer to you than most probably would be.

It felt like hours until you heard cheers of success, followed by boots approaching Jake’s cabin. You were sort of relieved it was actually Jake who walked through the door, drenched and spattered with blood, but looking victorious. He held a worn map within his grasp, grinning as he set it on his desk. He tore off his jacket, hanging it over the chair at the desk before stripping his other clothes.

You had to admit, he was handsome for a human. He was soft in some places, and muscled in others. One long scar stretched across his chest, from his shoulder to just below his ribs. You wish you could ask about it, curious of what battle that must have come from. He had a nice amount of body hair, without being too hairy like so many pirates and sailors were. You had seen him use something to trim up the hair on his face, so maybe he did the same for his body? Speaking of his body…

He was strong and sturdy, no doubt about that. But there was some softness to him too. His hips were rounder, along with his chest. Looking lower, his thighs were thick and powerful, and what hung between them seemed the same. You had seen him undress before, but usually in the dim candlelight at night, not midday.

Jake redressed, now wearing dry and (somewhat) cleaner clothes than before. Finally, he sat at his desk, opening the map. He seemed confused after a moment, looking at it from multiple angles. After but a few minutes, he stood and retrieved a book from across the room, setting it down on the desk and flipping through the pages. With each page, Jake looked more and more annoyed, as if he wasn’t finding what he wanted to.

You craned your neck, looking at the map from your tank, and were surprised to recognize the writing on the edge of it as one you could read. It seemed to be written in a language only spoken in Europe, one being forgotten with each day that passes. Despite the distance, you squinted and read the words before tapping on the glass of your tank. Jake whirled around, confused. You never try to communicate with him; it’s always the other way around.

“You… You want to tell me something?” He asks. You nod and gesture over to the map, his eyes following the movement. “The map?”

Slowly, he grabbed it off the desk, eager to be finally having a sort-of conversation with you. You tapped the glass again, asking him to hold it up. He did so, and you finally got a good look at the words. For the first time since you had enchanted him that night months ago, you breached the water of your tank and spoke to him.

“ ‘Near Santa Cruz, nestled amongst its fellow islands, lies a cavern that leads to a treasure beyond any that’s ever been found. Know that if you wish to find this treasure, you must be willing to take the risk of the curse that lies with it. No other has found this treasure and lived to tell of it besides I, Captain Christopher Turpin. May you be luckier than the others who followed my path.’ That’s what it says,” You say, looking over the edge of your tank into his eyes.

“Treasure? A cave out by Santa Cruz? This is all so much to take in… And you can speak my language? I, well, I had assumed you couldn’t since you hadn’t until now,” Jake paced back and forth, so many questions in his mind. “I’ve heard of Captain Turpin. They said he disappeared somewhere in South America with his fortune and retired years ago. If true, he should still be alive, and not too old to answer my questions…”

Jake suddenly pulled out his own map, charting out a course to South America. You tilted your head to the side, watching him curiously. Maybe if you work with this pirate, you could barter your freedom with him… It was worth a try.

Souls on fire.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I really cannot seem to let go of this Jake. He lives rent free in my mind and consumes me every day. But since three is the perfect number, this one is probably the final part of this little series. I really hope you enjoy it.

Part one: Golden Hour.

Part two: Little Devil.

Word count: 7.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (m!&f!receiving), anal play (m!&f!receiving), pegging, dom/sub dynamic, restraints, sub!jake.

Beware, this is absolutely filthy.

Summary: Jake and you linger on some reflections.

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Las Vegas.

You were following the boys there for one of their concerts opening for Metallica, and you weren't used to the city.

The myriad of colorful stroboscopic lights in stark contrast with the pitch-black sky were starting to make you feel dizzy.

To make matters worse, the weather was saturated with unseasonably early heat that was making your head pound.

In the weeks prior to the show, the twins had had a bet going on about which one of them could find the worst looking hotel with the most ridiculous rooms ever in this city.

It was a thing between them, so Sam, Danny and you were absolutely oblivious of the location and of which one of the twins had won the bet.

The only rule you had set was that, whatever hotel they picked, it had to be absolutely the cleanest. You didn't want to share your bed with horrible bed bugs.

The taxi stopped outside a big white building that looked brand new, but, if you focused a bit better, you could see that the paint was stained and chipping and the shutters were slightly rusty.

"If this is the exterior, I dread the inside" you whispered, making Danny snort out a laugh.

You knew that you would never let them pick hotels again.

The twins led the way inside and you followed, noticing details that were proving your point and praying that the place would be clean, at least.

~

You followed the guys up to the 10th floor and everybody made their way into their respective rooms.

As you and Jake entered the one that was assigned to you, you both laughed at the choice of furniture and design.

The room was big and dark.

There was an enormous bed on the right and, in front of it, there was an inground jacuzzi with bubbling water and color-changing lights inside.

There was also a big painting on the entrance wall, just above the door, that was absolutely pornographic.

The walls and ceiling were covered in scrappy antique pink satin that looked dusty and dull.

The cherry on top was the enormous blinding-white neon sign that was hanging above the headboard of the bed. It wasn't on the wall but was dangling a few centimeters from it, making you wonder why.

It read "Kitten got wet" and it made you blush.

It was obvious it was Josh who had picked this one.

Jake approached you from behind as you were eyeing the sign and placed his hands on your hips, nudging you lightly with his, with a light chuckle.

"Is this room of your liking, Sir?" He whispered and you bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of having struck a nerve.

Again.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

Since that night when you had forced him to call you that under those circumstances, he kept teasing you with it every chance he got.

And you were starting to be fed up with it.

He had called you that at the supermarket, at home with his brothers and parents within earshot and even when you had met some of your coworkers out at a pub. He didn't seem to care if someone overheard him.

He loved seeing you getting all flustered because of the memories that simple word elicited in your brain.

Many times you had to restrain yourself from pinning him against the nearest wall and slap his pretty face.

But, of course, two could play a game, and you always got your revenge.

As easily as he used that simple word against you every chance he got, you found something that got him equally hot and bothered.

Whenever you could, you touched, grasped, pinched and even swatted his perfect ass, making him get all flustered and needy.

Every time he mocked you calling you Sir, you would sneak a little touch on his ass, making your hands linger just to piss him off further.

You also happened to find the most inappropriate moments to grace that part of his body with a gentle touch.

You did it while he was trying to be professional on a business call with their manager, when he was helping his mum in the kitchen and you knew she wasn't watching, even when he and his brother were bickering like children about a song.

That particular time he had completely lost his train of thoughts as you slowly passed by them and grasped his ass cheek.

You were almost certain that Josh had caught you that time, you saw a little smirk that faded away almost immediately signaling to you that he might have seen.

So, since that night you two teased each other constantly.

Now, you suppressed the little whimper that was trying to escape your lips and detached from him without a word.

He went back to the door to retrieve your suitcases and that's when you swatted his ass. Hard.

You started giggling and let out a screech as he turned around and started chasing you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists almost immediately, his body on top of yours.

"I swear to God, if you do that again, I am not responsible for my actions or of what my brothers are going to hear from this room." He threatened and you giggled again, making him glare at you.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed and leave you like that till after the concert tonight, love" He said in a hot whisper, nudging your cheek with his perfect nose.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he grasped your throat.

He didn't have to say anything else to make you calm down.

You loved teasing him but you adored obeying him, nonetheless.

"Good girl" he said and looked upwards, his brown eyes and tanned skin glowing with the white light provided by that dingy neon.

"I love this sign, do you think it is for sale?" He asked very seriously.

"Oh my God, Jake, don't even think about it" you deadpanned and he laughed, raising his hands.

"Kidding, kidding, I wouldn't want you to punish me for that" he whispered in a sultry tone.

You rolled your eyes at him and he winked.

~

That night after the concert, you found yourself with them in one of the many green rooms of the venue.

Their set had just ended and they were still high on adrenaline.

As they entered the room, Jake was leading the way, all disheveled and sweaty.

What a sight.

As he spotted you, he smirked, walked towards you and pinned you to the wall with his hips, kissing you breathless.

All you could taste was the deliciously salty sweat on his plump lips, his taste completely clouding your senses.

You would have greedily licked every inch of his body right there.

You grasped his hips with your hands and one hid under his jacket to trace the damp skin of his spine.

He hissed at the contact with your cool hands on his flushed skin.

You heard someone clear their throat and the spell broke, leaving you a blushing mess.

You had completely forgotten that Sam, Danny and Josh were there, too.

Jake kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel and a water bottle, drinking half of it in one go. A few droplets escaped the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled past his chin, down his neck and to his chest.

You could have moaned right there.

He met your gaze from across the room with a strange glimmer in his eyes but you didn't see it coming.

"What got you so hot and bothered, Sir?" He said out loud for everyone to hear. Brothers and a few members of the crew included. Everyone's head turned to look at you as you started blushing like a tomato.

You froze.

Your brain switched off.

You couldn't believe he said that.

You refused to.

Sammy, being the little shit he was, was the first one who tried to make fun of you.

"Oh my God, really? I would have never imagined that out of the two you would be the one with a Sir kink" He snickered with a playful look in his eyes that signaled to you he wanted you to reply to his remark so he could deliver the final blow.

You didn't answer him, much to his displeasure.

Your silence served only to spur Josh to try and roast you, for what he had just heard.

"Let her be Sammy boy, wouldn't we want our sweet lady to spank us all, would we now, Sir?" He said towards you, winking, his pink tongue licking his lips in slow motion.

Danny came to your rescue.

Or so you thought.

"Shut up boys, or she has every right to punish you, am I right, Sir?" He said, and everybody's laughter roared up.

That sound was what shook your brain back to life and you faked a laugh with them.

You made eye contact with Jake and a smirk slowly appeared on your lips.

He would regret it, soon.

~

In the van, heading back to the hotel you completely ignored Jake. You sat opposite to him, not by his side like always.

When the van stopped at a red light, you were minding your own business when Sam let out a screech and a maniacal laugh.

He was looking out of the window, pointing to a shop on the other side of the road.

It was a sex shop taking up two stories of a brightly lit building.

In the windows were exposed all kinds of sex toys, in every shape, form and color.

"Look at that thing" Josh shouted.

He was pointing at a woman mannequin clad head to toe in leather, with a strap-on secured on her hips. It was very similar to the one you had hidden in your suitcase, but this one was way bigger, hot pink and had little flashing led lights incorporated inside, that covered the entire length of the silicone.

You heard Jake inhale sharply, but the sound was lost to the others who were making lewd comments on what they were seeing.

You made eye contact with him and you smirked, seeing the absolute panic in his eyes.

You wanted to make him pay for what he had said in the green room. But you would never expose him in such a way.

You only needed him to believe that you would have.

You cleared your throat and disclosed your lips to make him think you wanted to say something. His eyes widened and his breathing picked up slightly.

You smirked at his pleading expression, breaking eye contact and ignoring him for the rest of the ride.

~

As you got back to the room, he was on you the moment the door closed.

And he didn't seem to get enough of you.

He had you there, against that very door, under that enormous pornographic painting.

Then he had you straddling him on the bed, riding his hard cock while he spanked your ass and gripped your hips like your life and his depended on it, until you both came hard, making a mess on the sheets.

To cool down, you both relaxed for a while in the jacuzzi, the bubbles helping to restore your energy. Your muscles were feeling relieved in less than ten minutes there.

You grabbed one of his hands and started massaging it, feeling him relax under your simple touch. You did the same with the other and, once you were finished, he turned you around and had you lean against his chest. You were about to fall asleep in his arms in the warm water when he angled your body towards the tub jet on the plastic seat, making it land right against your center. You tried to avoid it but he was having none of it and was keeping you in place with a firm grip on your hips.

"What got into you tonight?" You whispered and he laughed.

"I don't fucking know, I just know I need you, again" He whispered into your ear.

You moaned his name and freed yourself from his grip. You knew how you wanted him this time.

You crossed the jacuzzi and turned your head to look at him, keeping your back towards him. With your chin on your shoulder you winked at him and he was pressed against your back in less than a second.

You bent forward, your hips propped on the edge of the tub and your elbows on the floor, your back arched and your ass exposed.

You heard him gasp and his hands landed on your butt. You felt his warm breath there before his tongue lapped sinfully between your legs. Then he parted your ass cheeks and licked at your hole, making you moan his name and arch your back even more.

"You look so delectable like this baby. Your body shines in this light. I wish I could take a picture of you like this, bent over and spread open for me with that damn neon sign above you." He whispered on the skin of your back while he rubbed his hard cock between your folds.

"Holy shit" he groaned as he watched himself slowly slide inside of you. The way your lips parted to welcome his length was a sight he could never forget.

You whimpered as he entered to the hilt and a little sob escaped your lips as he pushed further a bit more before setting a sultry rhythm.

"Fuck kitten, you are so wet" he whispered into your ear from behind and you both snickered at his reference to the lewd neon sign. His laughing was interrupted by you clenching around him.

He groaned and sped up his rhythm, shoving your hips harshly against the rim of the tub with every thrust. You knew those marks would sting deliciously in the morning.

You couldn't keep quiet, with every thrust a little whimper left your lips, bringing him close quickly.

"Kitten?" He questioned through clenched teeth.

"Almost there" you exhaled.

His hands left your hips, one thumb started stroking your clit rapidly while the other traced between your ass cheeks and skimmed around your hole, applying a delicious pressure.

"Jake" you whined and, as he bit your shoulder, you came hard around him, bringing him down with you.

His moans turned whiny as he rode out his orgasm and slumped, spent, against your back, still inside of you.

You both were a panting mess.

You noticed then that the floor was absolutely covered in soapy water and you started laughing till you both had tears streaming down your faces.

"I am gonna thank Josh for picking this dingy hotel" Jake said, still laughing.

You kissed him and helped him out of the tub, trying to avoid slipping on the wet floor.

Sleep creeped almost immediately on your spent bodies the moment you curled together under the sheets.

~

You woke up suddenly in the middle of the night covered in sweat. The temperature in the room was scorching hot and his body pressed close against yours was suffocating you.

You were angry, really angry.

You had just had a dream about him revealing your secret kink to the boys and when you woke up you remember it wasn't a dream.

He really did it.

He had exposed you in front of his bandmates and crew, letting them laugh at your expenses.

You were seething with anger now.

You knew he thought you had already forgiven him and forgot it because you had let him fuck you on every surface of the room.

But it was all part of the plan.

You were planning on punishing him because he exposed you in front of his mates, but even more because he had really thought you would do the same to him when the guys started commenting on the items exposed in that sex shop, back in the van.

He really thought, even if just for a fleeting moment, that you would have told his closest friends and family all the little dirty things he liked in bed, betraying his trust like it meant nothing.

You wanted to punish him for thinking that breaking his trust was your way to win an argument the easiest way.

You could have, but you would never do that to him.

Anger was making your blood boil, so you almost didn't hear him shift in his sleep.

He was sleeping on his tummy now, the sheets had slipped from his sweaty body, leaving him completely naked.

His breathing was slow and even, but, after a while, it picked up slightly.

Anger had erased the last bit of sleep you possessed so you started admiring every inch of his body. That was one of your favourite activities to do, especially when he couldn't tease you about it.

A little breathy whimper escaped his plump pouty lips. You thought you had imagined it but, some seconds later, you heard that again.

His hands slowly grasped the sheets near his face and his back muscles rippled under your attentive gaze.

You thought he was having a nightmare but, after some time, you noticed a slight movement of his hips paired with a low groan.

He started to slowly rut his hips on the mattress, his breathing becoming erratic and heavy.

You were watching him closely and wishing you could read his mind to see what the dream was about.

After a while, you saw one of his hands moving downwards, slowly slithering on the satin white sheets.

It stopped on his thigh and then, you had to suppress a moan when it inched upwards and gripped his ass cheek, making the muscle indent between his fingers.

He moaned loudly this time, rutting rhythmically against the bed, and you blushed.

Now you knew exactly what he was dreaming about.

You wanted to wake him up without startling him, but, as you skimmed your hand on his strong sweaty back, he stopped moving and turned around, on his back, but he didn't wake up.

He was hard. It rested proud and strong on his soft tummy, twitching lightly.

You moved closer to him, leaning your head on his hip and admiring him like it was the best view you had ever seen.

And he really was.

You were almost forgetting that you were mad at him.

Almost.

You started kissing and nibbling at his hip bone, slowly inching closer to his erection.

You heard him whine deep in his chest when you graced his already leaking tip with your parted lips, tongue poking out to say hello.

"Please" he mumbled, eyes still closed.

You took him into your mouth slowly and started sucking him delicately, swirling your tongue across his length.

"Fuck" he groaned as you took him deeper into your mouth.

He opened his eyes then, and slowly threaded his fingers into your hair.

"Baby, oh my God, just like this" he moaned, eyes slowly focusing on you between his legs.

You kept your mouth on him until he was a writhing whimpering mess and then, just when he was about to cum, you detached from him.

"What… what the fuck, baby" he whimpered disappointed and you laughed.

"Not so fast, Jakey" you said in a mocking tone making him furrow his brows, confused.

"I have so much more in store for you" you said ignoring completely his throbbing cock.

He was about to grip his length and finish what you had started but you swatted his hand away.

"Don't you dare" you told him in a clipped tone and he had the courage to roll his eyes at you.

You were on him in a second.

You straddled his lap and grasped his wrists with a bit of effort in one of your hand while your other grasped his hair.

"Don't make me repeat myself and stop misbehaving or, I swear to God…" you started saying through clenched teeth but he interrupted you.

"Or what, kitten, what are you going to do? Are you gonna make me call you Sir outside the bedroom, too?" He snickered.

Poor thing.

He didn't know what he was getting himself into.

You noticed again that glimmer in his eyes, the one he wore when he was enjoying pushing your buttons. It was part of the game and you both loved it.

You lowered to whisper in his ear and you felt him shiver when your warm breath grazed his skin.

"I am fucking mad at you for the trick you pulled in that green room. I am going to teach you some manners and I am going to reduce you to a whimpering mess, Jakey. You will love every second of it, I promise" you whispered, licking his lobe.

Your hand slithered under your pillow and you retrieved a little remote control.

When the boys had gone to soundcheck for their performance, you had decided to stay at the hotel to take a nap, in hopes that your headache would pass.

You were sprawled on the bed when you nudged something with your foot that fell on the floor with a low thud.

A second later the antique pink satin fabric of the walls started moving upwards, revealing walls made entirely of mirrors.

You had gasped and retrieved a little remote from the floor.

There were three buttons on it with three words on them.

The first one had the word 'Walls' underneath.

The second was called 'Ceiling'. You pressed it and the fabric on the ceiling started receding, leaving you looking directly up at your own reflection.

The last one had 'Lights' written underneath and with it you understood you could change the colors of the lights in the room.

You didn't know if Jake knew that little secret, but you knew you would use that in your favor.

Now, you pressed the button called 'Ceiling' and he gasped.

"Oh shit, this is crazy" he laughed, looking amazed at the mirrored ceiling slowly revealing itself.

"You are in so much trouble Jakey" you whispered and he met your gaze but didn't say a word.

You retrieved something else from under your pillow and showed it to him.

He whimpered at the sight of the burgundy slip of velvet you had purchased with him in mind.

With the idea of tying his wrist in mind, to be honest.

"Are you ok with this?" You asked him and he nodded, eagerly.

"Use your words, Jakey, or you won't get anything" you warned him.

"Yes, I am ok with this" he said but it wasn't enough.

"Yes, what, baby? Don't forget your manners" you said rutting your hips one single time against his erection, making him hiss.

"Yes, Sir" he said through clenched teeth as you kept your heat planted on his throbbing cock, without moving, dripping slowly around him.

"Scoot closer to the headboard, Jakey" you asked and he obeyed immediately.

You grasped his wrists and tied them together on the headboard so that he was propped halfway across it.

Then you sat back on the bed, with your legs parted on either side of his, exposing your wet dripping core to him.

"Now you are gonna watch me get myself off how many times I like. Then, if you behave yourself, and if I feel like it, I am gonna fuck you" you said in a defiant tone

He moaned at your words.

You lent back on your elbows and started touching yourself, slowly and deliberately, taking your sweet time.

You pushed your head backwards, moaning and making a show of it as you plunged two fingers inside of you.

Then you crawled on top of him and grasped the strap from underneath the pillow.

You dragged it across his lips that parted almost immediately to welcome the plastic. He sucked on it and whined when you dragged it away from him.

You resumed the same position as before and slowly dragged the sleak silicone across your flushed skin.

His eyes widened as you slowly inched the strap close to your entrance and he moaned out a loud curse as you pressed it inside your wet pussy. It went in so easily thanks to your wetness and his saliva, that you gasped at the sudden action.

You watched yourself in the mirrored ceiling as you fucked yourself, then you locked gazes with him through the mirror and you came hard.

He trashed around on the bed slightly at the sight, whines of frustration escaping his lips and hips slightly rutting upwards in search of friction but he didn't say anything to worsen his punishment.

You let yourself calm down from the high and then you pulled the strap out of you, placing it on the bed near you.

"So beautiful" he whispered and you couldn't help but blush.

You straddled his thigh, the hot taut muscle rippled under you.

He moaned at the contact, sounding desperate.

Those sounds spurred you on and you started rutting your hips against his strong muscle, enjoying the sweet friction, despite your overstimulation.

His cock was throbbing now, the tip leaking and swollen. You took pity and slowly lowered yourself to lap at him, gently.

He exhaled then, a relieved sound leaving his heaving chest.

"Thank you, Sir" he whispered and you sped up your movements on his thigh.

He clenched the muscle to help you reach your orgasm and, a few seconds later, you were cumming, again.

As you came down, you traced your hands on his heaving chest, caressing his nipples and making him arch his back.

"You have been so good for me, Jakey. It's time for a reward." You said as you started to secure the strap to your hips.

He moaned at the sight, wrists tugging lightly at the fabric keeping them bound.

You crawled slowly up his body.

The silicone was covered in your wetness and bobbing obscenely up and down, catching the light and his attention.

He licked his lips slowly, keeping eye contact with you.

The muscles of his abdomen contracted deliciously as he propped himself a bit more upwards against the headboard.

Your hips were close to his face now. You had something very specific in mind.

He was thinking the same and started to beg for it, like a good boy.

"Please, fuck my face" he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving, trying to stop himself from cumming untouched.

You traced your hands delicately over his face, pushing damp tendrils of hair away from his flushed skin.

Your thumb skimmed on his plush bottom lip, freeing it from the strong grip of his teeth.

In a swift motion, he captured your thumb between his lips and sucked on it, his eyes boring into yours as he swirled his tongue around it.

"Make a mess of me, make me drool around your cock, Sir, please" he asked and you couldn't deny him anymore.

Your knees rested on either side of his neck and his head was propped up against the headboard.

You nudged his cheek with the wet tip of the strap and he moaned, swiftly opening his mouth to encompass the silicone.

You moaned at the sight of him and he growled at your taste, your juices still covering the strap.

You started moving your hips, so that the silicone would glide between his perfect lips, without choking him.

"Are you ok?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

His burning gaze was full of love, passion and need as he nodded with his mouth full.

He started drooling around the plastic cock, the spit covering his lips was making them catch the white light of the neon sign as it slowly dripped past the corner of his lips and on his chin.

You noticed how the skin of his wrists was reddening and with a swift motion you untied him.

He whimpered low in his chest as the blood started to flow freely in his veins, again.

Suddenly, he grasped your hips, bringing them impossibly closer to his face. He gagged around the strat but his grip didn't allow you to move so you stayed where he was keeping you and you started praising him.

"You are taking it so well, Jakey, you are such a good boy for me" you said, stroking his hollowed cheeks.

One of his hands left your hip and went between your legs. He started stroking your clit rapidly as he kept drooling on the silicone.

Your moans filled the room as you gripped the headboard for leverage. Two of his fingers entered you and curled upwards making you almost slam your head against the wall.

The other hand that he had on your hip set a steady rhythm for your hips so that the strap would glide in and out of his perfect mouth.

You came hard, your juices were dripping slowly down his wrist. That feeling made him groan loud around the strap and you felt hot spurts of his release coating the flushed skin of your back and your hair.

You gasped at the feeling, pushing your hips away from his face to allow him to breathe properly.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, Sir" he started apologizing but you silenced him with a searing kiss, wiping his chin with your fingers.

"It's ok, shh, don't worry, Jakey" you tried to reassure him, his chest heaving.

He cursed loudly, tracing your spine and hair with his fingers and then laughed.

"Oh my God, I've soaked your hair baby" he said with a little blush creeping on his cheeks.

"It's ok, I am not mad at you, not for this, at least" you whispered on his lips, as he grabbed a towel he had discarded on the bedside table to wipe your back and himself.

He started rolling his eyes, but caught himself.

You sat by his side on the bed and you both tried to catch your breath.

After a while, your attention was caught by the little remote control of the room and you pressed the button named 'Walls'.

"You really have to thank your brother for this, Jakey" you told him as the fabric started moving from the walls, revealing more mirrors.

"Holy shit, this is crazy" He gasped and cursed under his breath, as the walls transformed.

You pressed the last button named 'Lights' and the neon sign turned a bright shade of red. Thanks to the many mirrors the red light bounced repeatedly across the room, giving it an almost hellish glow and wrapping your bodies in a fiery blaze.

"Fuck" he whimpered and you smirked.

You knew that he was genuinely loving all this.

You bent down to kiss him.

It started innocent at first but then he grasped your hips and dragged you unceremoniously on top of him, making the strap you still had on, press onto his crotch, making him growl.

He was slowly hardening again as you nudged him with the silicone, making him whine and moan.

"I am still mad at you, my sweet Jakey, so don't let your guard down, pretty boy" you whispered into his ear.

"I am really sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to upset you" he said looking up at you with big doe eyes.

"But you did it, and now you are going to face the consequences" you whispered, sucking a mark on his shoulder.

You detached from him completely.

"Turn around, kitten, on your knees, and face your pretty neon sign" you whispered in a sultry tone, licking at his lobe and swatting his ass as he turned.

He did as he was told and you made eye contact through the mirror. He looked absolutely indecent, with his chest heaving, his cock hard and leaking and his lips swollen and glossy.

"Hands on the pillow, if you move them I am going to stop." You warned him with a kiss on his shoulder.

"Yes, Sir" he replied swiftly.

You pushed his hair away from his back and started planting featherlight kisses down his spine.

"For the record, I am not punishing you because you let your brothers and crew members laugh at me, back in that green room. Well, that's not the main reason. I want to punish you because, in the van, you thought I would let everybody know what you like in the bedroom." You hissed in his ear, biting his lobe and his eyes rolled back.

You wrapped a hand around his throat from behind, feeling him swallow thickly.

"I could have, you know" your nose traced the line of his shoulder.

"I could have told them that you are my little dirty cock-drunk slut in the bedroom sometimes, letting me do unspeakable things to you, pretty boy" your tone lowered to a whisper and made a shiver run down his spine.

"I could have told them that my sweet little good boy likes to have his perfect ass ate and then properly fucked, right, kitten?" You kept talking and he whimpered at the filthy thoughts you were able to conjure in his mind with your words.

You didn't know what was possessing you, you certainly weren't used to talking like that. Usually it was him who did the dirty talking in the bedroom, you were too shy for it. But after seeing his reaction to your filthy words, you wished you had started earlier.

"But, I didn't, because this is our filthy secret and nobody needs to know, except you and me" you kissed his shoulder, suckling the skin lightly.

Then you pressed yourself against his back, rubbing your hard nipples on the flushed skin of his back and dragging the strap between his legs from behind.

He whined but he kept his hands planted on the pillow.

You sat back on the bed removing your body completely from him.

His breathing was already ragged and quick, the look in his eyes desperate.

"I am going to use my fingers now. Are you ok with this?" You asked and he nodded eagerly.

"Yes please, Sir" he said and you smiled to him.

"So polite, Jakey" you cooed and he blushed.

You wrapped your hand briefly around his throbbing cock and stroked him a few times.

He moaned your name, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so" you told him and he nodded.

You traced your hands from his shoulders down to his ass, squeezing the muscles between your fingers. He moaned and rutted his hips forward in search of a bit of relief.

You let go of him and retrieved the lube from under your pillow.

You squeezed a good amount of it on your middle and ring finger and you slowly traced his spine with them, making him hiss at the coolness of them.

As you reached between his legs, you swirled them around his hole and he gasped at the sudden contact, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

You slowly eased a finger inside and he closed his eyes, drawing deep breaths, trying not to cum.

It was your turn to moan as his hot skin slowly encompassed your finger.

You moved it in and out of him and he bit his bottom lip trying not to scream. His muscles clenched around your finger.

You pushed another finger in and, this time, he growled loudly.

"Fuck, please, just like this" he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on you.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers Jakey, but you can't cum just yet, you have to earn it" you whispered against his ear, feeling him tremble.

He lifted his hips slowly and pushed down on your fingers. A deep whine escaped his lips as he repeated the motion again and again, your fingers pressing inside of him to the knuckle.

He let his head hang down but you quickly grasped his hair and tugged his face upwards.

"I want you to watch yourself, baby" you groaned into his ear and he cursed, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips.

His moans were becoming louder and louder, he was slowly unraveling, as he kept his eyes glued to your fingers, pushing in and out of his tight hole.

One of his hands slipped from pillow and you pulled your fingers out of him, suddenly.

"I warned you" you said in a clipped tone and he moaned desperately at the loss.

"Turn around, Jakey, lay on your back for me" you asked. He slowly maneuvered himself into the position you wanted him in and released a shaky breath.

"Still ok with this?" You asked and he gave you a gleaming smile.

"Yes, I can't wait for you to fuck me" he whispered and you whimpered at his words.

You slowly parted his legs a bit more with your hands on his knees, to comfortably sit between them, and you retrieved the lube.

You drenched the strap with it and, for good measure, you let a few drops land on your fingers, again.

You spread it around his hole and you felt him flutter underneath your fingertips.

You bent down to kiss him, slowly stealing his breath away as the tip of the strap nudged at his entrance.

Your lips drowned the relieved moan he let out when you slowly bottomed out inside of him and his eyes rolled backwards.

You kept your hips still for a while, letting him adjust and then pulled almost all the way out and back all the way in. He moaned through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

You caressed his cheekbones with trembling fingertips and he slowly opened his eyes, to meet yours.

You stole a kiss from him and then angled his face a bit more upwards with gentle fingers on his chin.

"I want you to watch me fuck your ass in that mirror, Jakey" you whispered into his ear as he looked enraptured at the reflection of your tangles bodies on the ceiling, biting his lips raw.

The moan that left the depth of his chest was almost animalistic as he watched with bated breath you snapping your hips against his, his lips parting to exhale little breathy whines, matching your thrusts.

At the same time, you got lost in the reflection behind the headboard and you blushed heavily, unable to avert your eyes.

He clawed at your hip then, with a pained look on his face. His features were contorted with the utmost pleasure and his brows were furrowed. His expression was the same he sometimes wore on stage when he kept grinding his hips against his beloved guitar, during his toe-curling solos.

You knew then that you would never be able to look at him the same way as before, without picturing him letting you do this to him.

His legs wrapped around your hips as your rhythm quickened. His ankles intertwined behind your back to keep you in place as he started to slowly unravel underneath you, pushing back against you with every deep thrust of your hips.

"Fuck…please…" He whispered.

"Hold it" you snarled and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lips so hard you were afraid he was going to draw blood from them.

You kept your rhythm, as he tensed. A little tear escaped the corner of his eye and you bent down to gently kiss it away from his temple.

"Cum for me, Jakey, my love" you said and he came almost immediately, with a wailing scream of your name, his blunt nails clawing at your skin and his back arching abruptly from the bed.

His release made a mess between your bodies. It landed everywhere on him, you and the sheets.

You caught a few drops that landed on the mirrored wall behind the headboard in front of you and you watched mesmerized as they slowly started to trickle down.

You collapsed on top of him, you both panting heavily.

After a while, you slowly slipped the strap out of him. He held his breath and exhaled slowly at the empty feeling.

You tried to stand to drain and refill the jacuzzi but he stopped you before you could move.

"I can't fucking move right now, baby. We will clean up in the morning." He whispered against your neck, sounding utterly exhausted. You managed to turn off the red lights before you both fell asleep.

~

You woke up some time later, with your head on his chest, his warm breath on your neck and a pain in your hip bone.

You slowly turned on your back, grimacing at the feeling of your skin still sticking to his by a mix of your and his dried cum and unclasped the leather harness of the strap from your hips. Your skin was raw and tender there.

You stood up on wary legs and turned on the jacuzzi, then you retrieved clean towels from the bathroom and made your way back to the bed.

He was still sleeping, his breathing was slow and steady. He was beautiful with his messy hair all over the pillow and his hand on his tummy. You grabbed the sheets and covered both of you as you waited for the jacuzzi to fill up with warm bubby water.

You basked a bit more in the warmth of his body and then, when you heard a low knock on the door, you stood up slowly, careful not to wake him. You wrapped your body in a soft nightgown and opened the door to retrieve the cart the waiter had left there with the breakfast you ordered the night before.

You slowly maneuvered it inside and placed the many trays on the floor, all around the tub, hearing your stomach growl at the sight of all that delicious food.

He stirred then, stretching out his sore limbs and slowly opening his eyes.

"Hi, love" he said, his raspy voice awakening a different type of hunger in your body.

"Hi, Jakey" you purred as you slowly dropped the nightgown from your shoulders, leaving you naked in front of him.

You took his hand and you helped him up on his feet.

A grimace overtook his features at the soreness of his body and you slowly guided him into the warm water.

He hummed at the feeling of the water jets massaging his aching muscles.

Then he noticed all the trays you had carefully placed around and both your stomachs growled.

You started eating a piece of chocolate cake and he dropped a few almonds in his mouth.

A smirk slowly made its way onto his perfect pink lips as he chewed, but he didn't say a word.

"What?" You questioned and he let out a belly laugh.

"I'll piss you off more often, if you are going to punish me like that, doll, and then treat me like this, afterwards. Are you going soft on me, baby?" He whispered in that same sultry tone that he knew had you dripping for him.

You swatted at his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at him and then, suddenly, you dragged your forefinger into the filling of your cake and then slowly spread the chocolate on his plump bottom lip.

"Don't get too used to it Jakey, I would still fuck you like a whore." You whispered and slowly dragged your tongue across his bottom lip, then kissed him, stealing his breath away.

You smirked as his cheeks flushed the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen on him.

Two could really play a game.

If we had a nickel for every time Josh Kiszka showed up in someone’s dating profile, we’d have about 4. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened 4 times now…

Josh with cheese

this art has a funny backstory and caused someone to unfollow me and kick me out of an art competition LOL

yeah hi. 18+ under the cut

and so you're fucking on the beach while he smokes a cigarette, he's not doing much except rolling his hips, letting you make yourself feel good. occasionally you lean down and let him blow the smoke into your mouth, hips circling as you lean back letting the smoke float around your lungs before releasing it with a moan.

he finishes smoking, teasing the hot bud over your thighs before snuffing it out in the sand and grabbing your hips. "mmm, fuck baby, you feel so good," he moans, rolling his hips, forcing himself deeper insider you. "just like that baby," he says, head tossed back, hair sticking to his forehead.

he looks so fucked out from this angle that you just can't help yourself. your circle your hips faster, grinding down against him, feeling the way his hips stutter, listening to his choked moans. "c'mon baby," you whisper, dragging your hands down his chest. his hips buck up erratically before he lets out a long melodic moan, "fuck" you pant, falling against his chest, letting him slip out of you. "s that good?" you ask, "you already know, doll." he says, pulling you in to a passionate kiss.

he sits up, pushing you back against the sand, "my turn," he says, a sly smile gracing his lips as he spreads your legs, your breath hitching as he disappears between your thighs.

"a-ah, josh," you moan as his tongue explores your pussy, you can feel him smile against you. "like that?" he murmurs, breath gracing your clit. you let out a whimper, hips lifting off the sand, hands tangling themselves in his permed hair.

he continues circling his tongue around that bundle of nerves while he places two fingers at your entrance, pressing them in slowly, making you gasp as he curls his fingers.

you can feel the heat building in your stomach as he quickens his motions, "c'mon baby," he encourages, pulling away for just a second to take in the sight of you. your hips stutter as his lips touch your body once more, "f-fuck," you stutter out, orgasm building.

josh curls his fingers as he blows lightly on your clit and that was it, white hot pleasure washed over you as you moaned, hands tightening in his hair as you pressed your body against his lips.

you let your hips hit the sand as you come down, releasing your grip on joshes hair. "jesus, we should fuck on the beach a lot more," he says, mouth and lips glistening, smirking as you laugh. "yeah, we should," you agree, taking a deep breath.

Happy 26th Birthday Sammy boy ♥️🎂

The most ambitious crossover. Bluey and Bingo are Gresties, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Hungry For More...

Danny/M!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (mrec), coming in pants, hair pulling

If there was one thing that got Danny worked up, it was letting him get on his knees and give you head.

Tonight was no different.

You could tell the second he got home that he was aching for it, his hands never leaving your skin as you finished dinner. There was a primal need in the way he touched you, a desperation that simmered beneath the surface as he guided you towards the bedroom as soon as you both finished eating.

"What's got you all worked up Danny? Hmm?" You ask as he backs you up to the bed. You let yourself sit at the edge as he drops to his knees.

"Just needed you..." He mumbled, "Needed this."

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the pajama pants you wore, looking up at you to ask permission. As soon as you nodded, he pulled them down and off your legs, licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

Having been turned on ever since he got home, you were hard as a rock by this point. He scooted closer, nipping at your thighs until he finally reached your cock, licking a stripe up the side of it and taking it in his mouth.

His nose rubbed against your pubes as he deepthroated you as far as he could. Danny liked it wet and messy, and he made sure you knew it. His mouth and tongue worked with a relentless hunger, savoring the taste of your arousal as he bobbed his head up and down. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the slick noises Danny was making. He teased the vein under your head, the sensation causing you to tangle a hand in his hair.

"Fuck, Danny!" Your noises only pushed him to bring you closer to the edge, tugging on his hair every time he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

Danny himself wasn't much more put together than. you were at the moment, his cock rubbing against his sweatpants as he tried to keep from giving in and humping your leg like a dog. He could feel that he was so close already, and you tugging on his scalp wasn't doing anything but pushing him closer to that edge.

He moaned after a particularly harsh tug, and that was it for you. You gasped and came with a whine, holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm, cumming in his mouth. That proved to be the last straw for Danny too, causing him to throw his head back as much as he could, coating the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

You both caught your breath, and you soothed his hair with your hand as he rested his head on your thigh. It didn't take long for you to sit up, motioning for Danny to switch spots.

"C'mon, lemme do you next."

Danny was a bit red, "I, uh... I already..."

As soon as you realized what he meant, you felt your face heat up, and a small giggle escaped your mouth.

"Aw, you really enjoy sucking me off that much?"

Instead of answering, Danny just leaned up and captured your lips in a kiss, climbing onto the bed with you.

"I enjoy anything that involves you, (Y/N)."

Market Girl

This is my very first fic so thank you for reading! 🫶🏻💐

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Fluff

It was a bright and bustling Saturday morning at the farmers' market. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh produce and baked goods, mingling with the lively chatter of vendors and shoppers. I found myself drawn to a booth displaying an array of handmade jewelry. As I admired a delicate necklace adorned with a small, shimmering gemstone, I heard a voice behind me.

“That necklace would look amazing on you,” the voice said.

I turned around, surprised to see a tall, attractive guy with long brown hair and warm brown eyes standing there, a playful smile on his face. For a moment, I was taken aback by his presence, but his warm, easygoing demeanor quickly put me at ease.

“Thank you,” I replied, smiling back. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam,” he said, extending his hand. His grip was firm but gentle, his eyes twinkling with genuine interest.

Looking back down at the necklace, Sam nodded towards it. "Are you going to buy that?" he asked curiously.

I nodded, "I think so. I have an outfit that would go perfectly with it."

After I made the purchase, Sam offered with a charming grin, "Would you like some help putting it on?"

I laughed softly, touched by his gesture. "Sure, that would be great."

As Sam delicately fastened the necklace around my neck, his fingers brushed against my neck, sending a subtle jolt of electricity through me. It was a simple moment, but it felt surprisingly intimate.

After turning around, Sam spoke up, breaking the silence. “Would you like to keep me company while I walk through the market?”

“Sure, I’d love to,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of spending time with him.

We strolled from booth to booth, chatting and laughing as if we’d known each other for years. Sam’s enthusiasm for the simple pleasures of the market was infectious. He seemed genuinely interested in everything, from the handmade soaps to the fresh berries, and his easygoing nature made him incredibly easy to talk to.

At one point, we stopped at a flower stand, where a vibrant array of blooms created a riot of color. Sam picked out a small bouquet of wildflowers and handed them to me with a shy smile. “For you,” he said softly.

“Thank you, Sam,” I said, touched by the sweet gesture. The flowers were beautiful, their colors bright and cheerful.

Later, we stopped at a coffee stand. Sam turned to me with a smile. “How about a coffee?”

“Sounds great,” I agreed.

As I reached for my wallet to pay for mine, Sam quickly handed over the money to pay for the both of us. “This one’s on me,” he said with a wink.

“Thank you,” I said, touched by the gesture. We found a small table and sat down with our coffees, the conversation flowing effortlessly. He told me about how he was in a band with his brothers and their best friend, who explained was practically a brother too. He explained that they were finally gaining some popularity and have been playing at different bars around town. I nodded, genuinely intrigued.

“That sounds incredible,” I admitted, taking a sip of my coffee before adding, “I'm also passionate about music, but my day job is as a barista.” I felt a pang of embarrassment, fearing my life seemed mundane compared to his exciting musical journey.

He leaned forward, his expression earnest. “Are you kidding? Being a barista sounds amazing,” he said sincerely, his eyes lighting up. “You get to be around coffee all day, which is practically magic in a cup. Plus, I bet you meet all sorts of interesting people.” His warmth reassured me, and I found myself smiling back at him, feeling understood and appreciated.

An hour flew by in what felt like minutes. Realizing I needed to get home, I stood up reluctantly. “I should probably get going,” I said.

“Can I get your number?” Sam asked, looking hopeful. “I’d love to see you again.”

“Of course,” I replied, handing him my phone. He entered his number and sent a quick text to mine so I’d have his.

When I got home, my phone buzzed with a new message.

Sam: I really enjoyed spending the afternoon with you. Would love to do it again sometime.

I smiled, typing back a response.

Y/N: I’d love that too. Thank you for keeping me company today :)

Days passed without hearing from Sam, and I began to wonder if he had lost interest. The following weekend, unable to shake the feeling, I sent him another message.

Y/N: Been thinking about our afternoon at the market. Any chance you’re free to see each other again?

His response was immediate.

Sam: I was hoping to hear from you! Actually, I wanted to invite you to a show tonight. The guys and I are playing at Rhythm & Roots. Are you interested?

My heart raced with excitement as I typed back.

Y/N: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

That evening, I took my time getting ready, savoring each moment as I prepared for what I hoped would be an unforgettable night. I chose a band t-shirt; its faded logo a nod to my love for live music. Layering it with a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of black jeans, I felt a sense of comfort and confidence in my attire.

When I arrived at the bar, the band was just going on stage. The dim lighting and the buzz of the crowd added to the atmosphere as I found a spot near the stage. My eyes were immediately drawn to Sam, who looked effortlessly cool with his bass slung low. His passion for the music was evident in every note he played, and I couldn't help but admire how he seemed to lose himself in the rhythm.

Throughout the show, Sam kept stealing glances in my direction, and each time our eyes met, a subtle smile would play on his lips. I found myself captivated, unable to tear my eyes away from him. The electricity between us was palpable, heightened by the music that filled the air and the shared anticipation of what the night might bring.

As the last song faded into applause, Sam made his way towards me through the crowd. His eyes held a hint of excitement and warmth as he approached, and I felt a rush of anticipation. Without hesitation, he enveloped me in a big hug.

"Hey," he said warmly, pulling back slightly to look at me. "I'm so glad you could make it. Did you enjoy the show?"

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement and relief that he seemed just as happy to see me as I was to see him. "Yeah, you guys were amazing up there. You have such a stage presence."

"Thanks," he replied modestly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grinned. "It means a lot coming from you."

We stood there for a moment, the sounds of the bar swirling around us as people congratulated the band and moved around us. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a connection that seemed to deepen with every shared glance and exchanged word.

"I was hoping we could grab a drink and talk some more," Sam said, his tone hopeful yet casual.

"I'd love that," I replied, matching his smile. "Lead the way."

As Sam guided me towards a quieter corner of the bar, his brothers made their way over to where we were sitting. Sam introduced me to each of them with pride evident in his voice.

"Hey, this is Josh," Sam began, gesturing towards the curly-haired guy with a big smile. "He's my older brother and Jake's twin."

I stood up and he enveloped me in a warm hug before I could extend my hand. "Nice to meet you! So, you're the market girl Sam won't stop talking about," he said teasingly, making me blush.

Next was Jake, Sam's other older brother, who had a striking resemblance to Sam with his long brown hair. He gave me a friendly handshake, his eyes curious as he studied me. "Sam's mentioned you," he remarked, his voice slightly softer, hinting at a reserved yet genuine interest.

Last was Danny, introduced as Sam's best friend and "bonus brother." Towering over the others with his tall frame and long curly hair, Danny greeted me with a bear hug. "Sam's told me a lot about you," he said warmly.

After the introductions, we settled into a cozy booth with drinks in hand. Josh, with his theatrical personality, regaled us with animated stories that had us all laughing.

"You won't believe what happened at our last gig," Josh exclaimed, his gestures adding to the drama of his tale. "Jake was on fire, doing his thing, playing guitar behind his head like a rockstar. The crowd was eating it up!"

Jake grinned, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "Yeah, it's my signature move," he admitted with a shrug.

"Until this one time," Danny interjected with a chuckle, "when his guitar strap got tangled up in his hair!"

The table erupted into laughter, imagining the scene.

"It was like a rock 'n roll version of a hair-pull wrestling match," Josh teased, earning another round of laughter.

"I couldn't believe it," Jake admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I had to pause for a moment to untangle myself. But you know what? I finished the solo without missing a beat."

We all chuckled, shaking our heads in disbelief at the antics he described. As the evening wore on and Jake relaxed with each sip of his drink, he began to open up and I decided to start up a conversation with him.

"I noticed your guitar," I said, nodding towards his prized 1961 Gibson Les Paul. "It's a beauty."

Jake's eyes lit up with a mix of pride and enthusiasm. "Thanks," he replied, a hint of modesty in his voice. "I've been playing for years. Do you play?"

"Yeah, a bit," I admitted with a smile. "Not as well as you, though."

He chuckled softly, a genuine warmth in his expression. "It's all about practice and passion," he said, his gaze thoughtful.

Danny chimed in with a grin. "You play too? We should jam sometime," he suggested.

I glanced over at Sam and couldn't help but smile. Our eyes met, and I saw the warmth and happiness mirrored in his gaze, knowing that he understood how much I was enjoying getting to know his family.

"Hey, are you guys up for another round?" Sam asked, breaking the moment with a playful grin.

"Absolutely," Josh replied eagerly, already signaling the bartender.

As the night continued, we laughed, shared more stories, and enjoyed each other's company. It felt like I had known them for much longer than just this evening.

But as the hours ticked by, I glanced at my phone and realized how long I had been there. "I hate to break up the party," I said reluctantly, "but I should probably get going."

There was a collective sigh of disappointment mixed with understanding from the group. "Already?" Josh exclaimed, a playful pout on his face. "We were just getting started!"

"I know," I replied with a smile, touched by their warmth and hospitality. “Thank you for an amazing show, it was so good to meet you all.”

We exchanged heartfelt goodbyes, and all of the boys gave me a warm hug as we promised to meet up again soon. Sam stood up with me, his hand resting gently on my back as we walked towards the door, neither of us quite ready to let the night end.

"So, what are you doing after this?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

I chuckled softly, warmth spreading through me at his company. "Probably just going to go home and watch a movie," I replied casually.

He grinned, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. "Need any company?" he asked, his tone teasing yet genuine, recalling our first encounter at the farmers' market.

I couldn't help but laugh, charmed by his cheekiness. "I would love the company," I replied, "I've got an unopened bottle of wine at home that's been calling my name."

Sam's smile widened, and he nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect."

With a quick goodbye to his brothers, Sam confirmed his plans for the evening and followed me to my apartment complex. We parked side by side, and as we walked to my front door, I couldn't ignore the flutter of anticipation in my chest.

Inside, we shed our coats and shoes, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed and intimate. "Make yourself comfortable on the couch," I said, gesturing towards the living room. "I'll just be a moment while I change."

I slipped into a comfier shirt and leggings, feeling comfortable yet excited. When I returned, Sam was examining my record collection. He held up a Neil Young album with a smile. "Great taste," he remarked, setting it down as I approached.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a rush of nerves and excitement as we moved to the couch together. Sam settled against the armrest, facing me.

As Sam looked into my eyes, he smiled warmly. "You have a really beautiful smile, you know that?" he said, his voice soft and sincere.

I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment. "Thank you," I murmured, feeling a bit flustered. Needing something to calm my nerves, I asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I'd love one," he replied graciously.

I walked over to the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine, and returned to the couch. Sam had shifted over, leaving a spot for me right next to him. As I handed him his glass, our fingers brushed, sending a small jolt of electricity through me. We both smiled at the contact.

Settling down beside him, I picked up the remote. "What movie do you want to watch?" I asked.

"I'll let you pick," he said, leaning back comfortably.

Scanning through my continue-watching list, I clicked on "The Proposal." Sam chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "I secretly love a good chick flick," he confessed.

I giggled, feeling the last of my nervousness fade away. "Good to know," I said, smiling at him.

Sensing my hesitation, Sam opened his arms invitingly. "Come here," he said gently.

I grabbed a blanket and snuggled close to him, feeling his warmth surround me. As the movie started, I couldn't help but giggle to myself, thinking about how this all began with a chance encounter at the market.

Sam's arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I nestled into him, enjoying the comfort and closeness. The warmth of his embrace and the relaxed atmosphere made me reflect on how different this night was from what I would normally do. Usually, I wouldn't have given a random stranger the time of day, but there was something about Sam at the farmers' market that made me want to get to know him. I giggled to myself, thinking about how that afternoon walking around the market with Sam had led me to where I was now, curled up on the couch, watching a movie together.

"What's got you giggling over there?" Sam asked, a playful grin on his face.

I looked up at him, smiling. "I was just thinking about how we first met last week at the farmers' market," I confessed. "And now look at us."

Sam raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You mean, sitting on your couch, watching a movie?"

"Yeah," I laughed softly. "I promise this isn't something I usually do."

Sam chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So you don't always let handsome musicians buy you coffee and flowers?" he teased, giving me a playful nudge.

I couldn't help but laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Not always," I replied with mock seriousness, enjoying the easy banter between us. "You're a rare exception."

As the movie progressed, I felt a growing sense of contentment. Sam's presence was comforting and familiar, even though we had only just met. Every now and then, he would make a comment about a funny scene, and we'd both laugh.

At one point, I glanced up at him and found him already looking at me. Our eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was something incredibly genuine and sincere in his gaze.

Sam reached down, his fingers lightly brushing my cheek. He looked into my eyes, then down to my lips. I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of anticipation. Sitting up a little and turning towards him, I pressed my face more into his palm, savoring the warmth and tenderness of his touch.

The tension between us grew, an electric current that seemed to pull us closer together. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Sam finally leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss was gentle at first, testing the waters. His lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of the wine we had been drinking. As the kiss deepened, it became more urgent, filled with a longing that had been building since our first encounter at the market.

Sam's hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our kiss intensified. My own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his long hair. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine, the taste of him, and the feeling of his heart beating in time with my own.

When we finally pulled away, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Sam's eyes were dark and intense, a mixture of desire and something deeper that made my stomach flip.

"Wow," I whispered, unable to find any other words.

"Yeah," he replied softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice husky.

I smiled, my heart pounding in my chest. "I think I might have an idea," I replied, leaning in to kiss him again.

This time, the kiss was slower. His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks as our lips moved together in perfect harmony.

Eventually, we pulled back, resting our foreheads against each other as we caught our breath. "I should probably refill our wine," I said with a soft laugh, my voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.

Sam nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I'll be right here," he promised, his voice warm and reassuring.

Reluctantly, I untangled myself from his embrace and stood up, heading to the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine and two glasses. My mind was racing with thoughts of what had just happened and what might happen next.

When I returned, Sam had made himself comfortable on the couch, his smile widening as he saw me approach. I handed him a glass, our fingers brushing once more, sending a familiar jolt of electricity through me.

We settled back into the couch, our bodies close. As we sipped our wine and watched the movie, Sam was sitting with his legs extended, and I rested my head on his lap. He gently played with my hair, his touch sending a wave of comfort through me.

As I looked up at him, our eyes met, and a soft smile formed on his lips. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought us to this cozy moment together.

"Thanks for inviting me over," Sam said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

I lifted my head slightly, meeting his gaze with warmth in my own. "Thank you for being here," I replied sincerely.

Sam raised his glass saying, "Here's to spontaneous farmers' market encounters leading to cozy movie nights."

I mirrored his gesture, raising my glass in a silent toast. The clink of our glasses resonated softly in the room, a simple acknowledgment of the moment we were sharing.

As we settled back into our quiet companionship, the movie playing softly in the background, wrapped up in Sam's gentle touch and the warmth of his presence, I felt a sense of contentment and excitement for what the future might hold for us.

cover by @no-other-mashter

A Cabin In The Woods - Ch4

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Sam x F!Reader - 18+

𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

Warnings/Themes: Oral (r), Slight Teasing, Gentle Sam, Unprotected Sex

an: i’m gonna be so fr this entire chapter is just smut, i had other plans but it is what it is

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The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

Sam’s eyes glinted with mischief and undeniable warmth as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. He let out a low, approving hum that reverberated in your chest, igniting an exhilarating mix of affection and anticipation. The sound stirred something deep within you, a thrill that sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. There was an undeniable power in those playful moments, a pull that beckoned you to lean into what lay ahead.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your sides as he slowly began to pull it over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing you to the warmth of the room, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly at the sudden exposure. It was a sharp contrast, heightened by the intimacy that flowed between you both in that moment.

“You know,” he teased, a playful lilt in his voice, “I could warm you up as quickly as I can.” His eyes roamed over you, filled with equal parts admiration and playful challenge, and the implication of his words sent another flutter through your heart.

Your breath hitched, the teasing nature of his tone wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you in the very intimacy you both craved. “Oh, is that so?” you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence even as your cheeks flushed with warmth. The playful aura of your previous debates was still there, but now it acted as a backdrop to something profoundly deeper, a thrilling chess match where desire marked each strategic move.

“Absolutely,” he replied, inching closer as he let the shirt fall to the side. The intensity in his gaze could have melted ice, and the mere thought of his promise hung tantalizingly in the air. “But I think you might need to take those shivers away first. Tell me, what would make you warmer?”

There was a breathless challenge in his tone, and you could sense the inquiry was layered—an invitation not just for physical closeness but for vulnerability. You swallowed hard, heart racing at the thought of what you were both beginning to explore, a territory ripe with emotional and physical nuances that had always threatened to spill over before.

“Maybe you should start by getting a little closer,” you replied with a playful smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly. The moment became a game of push and pull, of uncertainty and trust, and you sensed the thrill of whatever this new relationship would develop into.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in just a fraction more, hands sliding around your waist as he guided you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “But first… I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.”

With that, he pressed his lips back to your neck, continuing from where he had left off. His kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of soft warmth in their wake. You felt yourself melt further into him, the gentle caress of his lips igniting something deep within you. He pressed delicate kisses along your collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin just enough for your body to arch toward him instinctively, craving more of that tempting warmth.

“See? Starting to warm up already,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. The playful jab at your state of being only fanned the flames of excitement within you, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.

“Well, you do have a talent for it,” you admitted, the sincerity slipping past your lips almost involuntarily, making the air between you thrum with an electric current. The tension built with each second, the dynamic between you evolving, creating a bond that was undeniably deeper than anything you could have foreseen.

“I’ll admit my skills have improved,” he said, a hint of arrogance dancing in his tone, even as sincerity glimmered beneath. “But I’m only getting started.” The promise was there, thick and palpable, hanging between you as you surrendered to the warmth of the moment.

His hands found their way back to your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as he continued to explore, igniting every nerve ending as he worked to pull you close again. You looked into his eyes, your heart racing even faster now, the thrill of the unfamiliar territory you were both navigating washing over you like gentle waves.

“Then what’s next?” you challenged softly, the breath caught in your throat as you relished the newfound confidence in the burgeoning connection between you.

Sam's eyes sparkled with playful intent as he leaned back slightly, studying you in a way that sent a fresh thrill of anticipation cascading through your core. “Next? Oh, I think it’s time we find out just how well we really work together,” he replied, a teasing smirk spreading across his features.

As you gazed into his eyes, your heartbeat steadying in the newfound intimacy beneath the teasing nature of your interactions, you realized that every hopeful promise lingered on the horizon, waiting patiently for you both to explore the depths of your connection fully. And with Sam, you felt ready to meet whatever came next, eager for the journey that lay ahead.

The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

Sam’s eyes glinted with mischief and undeniable warmth as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. He let out a low, approving hum that reverberated in your chest, igniting an exhilarating mix of affection and anticipation. The sound stirred something deep within you, a thrill that sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. There was an undeniable power in those playful moments, a pull that beckoned you to lean into what lay ahead.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your sides as he slowly began to pull it over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing you to the warmth of the room, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly at the sudden exposure. It was a sharp contrast, heightened by the intimacy that flowed between you both in that moment.

“You know,” he teased, a playful lilt in his voice, “I could warm you up as quickly as I can.” His eyes roamed over you, filled with equal parts admiration and playful challenge, and the implication of his words sent another flutter through your heart.

Your breath hitched, the teasing nature of his tone wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you in the very intimacy you both craved. “Oh, is that so?” you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence even as your cheeks flushed with warmth. The playful aura of your previous debates was still there, but now it acted as a backdrop to something profoundly deeper, a thrilling chess match where desire marked each strategic move.

“Absolutely,” he replied, inching closer as he let the shirt fall to the side. The intensity in his gaze could have melted ice, and the mere thought of his promise hung tantalizingly in the air. “But I think you might need to take those shivers away first. Tell me, what would make you warmer?”

There was a breathless challenge in his tone, and you could sense the inquiry was layered—an invitation not just for physical closeness but for vulnerability. You swallowed hard, heart racing at the thought of what you were both beginning to explore, a territory ripe with emotional and physical nuances that had always threatened to spill over before.

“Maybe you should start by getting a little closer,” you replied with a playful smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly. The moment became a game of push and pull, of uncertainty and trust, and you sensed the thrill of whatever this new relationship would develop into.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in just a fraction more, hands sliding around your waist as he guided you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “But first… I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.”

With that, he pressed his lips back to your neck, continuing from where he had left off. His kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of soft warmth in their wake. You felt yourself melt further into him, the gentle caress of his lips igniting something deep within you. He pressed delicate kisses along your collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin just enough for your body to arch toward him instinctively, craving more of that tempting warmth.

“See? Starting to warm up already,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. The playful jab at your state of being only fanned the flames of excitement within you, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.

“Well, you do have a talent for it,” you admitted, the sincerity slipping past your lips almost involuntarily, making the air between you thrum with an electric current. The tension built with each second, the dynamic between you evolving, creating a bond that was undeniably deeper than anything you could have foreseen.

“I’ll admit my skills have improved,” he said, a hint of arrogance dancing in his tone, even as sincerity glimmered beneath. “But I’m only getting started.” The promise was there, thick and palpable, hanging between you as you surrendered to the warmth of the moment.

His hands found their way back to your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as he continued to explore, igniting every nerve ending as he worked to pull you close again. You looked into his eyes, your heart racing even faster now, the thrill of the unfamiliar territory you were both navigating washing over you like gentle waves.

“Then what’s next?” you challenged softly, the breath caught in your throat as you relished the newfound confidence in the burgeoning connection between you.

Sam's eyes sparkled with playful intent as he leaned back slightly, studying you in a way that sent a fresh thrill of anticipation cascading through your core. “Next? Oh, I think it’s time we find out just how well we really work together,” he replied, a teasing smirk spreading across his features.

As you gazed into his eyes, your heartbeat steadying in the newfound intimacy beneath the teasing nature of your interactions, you realized that every hopeful promise lingered on the horizon, waiting patiently for you both to explore the depths of your connection fully. And with Sam, you felt ready to meet whatever came next, eager for the journey that lay ahead.

The playful atmosphere crackled with tension, a current of desire flowing between you as Sam’s teasing words hung in the air like a spell you both were leaning toward breaking. That need was only intensifying, and with a sudden surge of boldness, you reached behind his head and pulled out the hair tie that had kept Sam’s hair neatly secured earlier.

With a flick of your wrist, the hair tie sailed through the air, landing softly on the floor—a tangible token of the playful game you both had been engaging in. Sam raised an eyebrow, his teasing smirk morphing into a look of curiosity as he processed your unexpected move. Unfazed, you narrowed the distance between you, a spark of mischief dancing in your eyes.

Without wasting another moment, your fingers eagerly found their way into the soft strands of his hair. The sensation was electrifying, and as you tangled your fingers in the silky locks, you felt an exhilaration bubbling to the surface of your skin. A soft tug accompanied your movement, gently pulling him closer as you leaned into him, wanting to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Sam’s breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips at the gentle tug of your fingers. It was unexpected—a sound that sent a jolt of surprise through you. The deep timbre of his voice resonated in your chest, echoing the heat of the moment and adding a whole new layer to the intimacy unfolding between you. “Oh,” he breathed, his eyes widening slightly, catching the surprise flickering across your face.

You hadn’t anticipated such an immediate reaction from him; the way his body responded so eagerly to your touch sent a ripple of satisfaction through you. Encouraged by that stirring sound, you began to pull gently, relishing the way he leaned into your hand, inviting you to explore deeper into this newfound territory.

“Looks like someone enjoys a little bit of a rough touch,” you teased softly, your heart racing at the unexpected turn of events. The boldness of your actions stirred something primal within you, urging you to explore the wild side of this connection that seemed to pulse between you both.

Sam chuckled softly, albeit breathlessly, a hint of embarrassment mixing with the devilish grin that emerged on his lips. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” he quipped, eyes glinting with mischief anew. But there was more than just the playful challenge in the depths of his gaze; there was a tangible hunger, an invitation to dive deeper into the whirlwind you were creating together.

As your fingers continued to thread through his hair, you felt a new kind of power surging within you—the delightful surge of camaraderie mixed with something else entirely, something daring and entirely yours to explore. You reveled in the feel of his soft hair brushing against your palms, the deepening connection developing between you that felt unique to this moment. You wanted to push boundaries, to see just how far you could go while discovering each other anew.

With each gentle pull, you watched as Sam’s eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensations coursing through him. The sight of him surrendering to the sensations gave you an intoxicating rush—his reactions were your fuel, igniting an unquenchable thirst for more.

“You’re gonna use that against me, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice low and laden with challenge, sending a thrill through you with the implication of your role in his arousal. The question hung between you, warm and inviting, transforming that playful rivalry into something filled with urgent promise.

“Oh, absolutely ” you replied, a sultry smile curving your lips as a newfound determination blossomed. You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his, the thrill of impending intimacy heightening the charged atmosphere brimming with excitement.

His lips brushed against yours, before you began to graze your own against the sensitive skin of his neck, the taste of skin igniting a flame that consumed you both. Sam let out another quiet moan, more pronounced this time, and the sound sent delightful chills racing down your spine. The way his body responded ignited something deep within you, urging you to take this moment to new heights.

With encouragement echoing in that sweet sound, you intensified your efforts, marking him softly with kisses, tracing your way up to his jawline, leaving trails of warmth over his skin. “You know, I think I could get used to this little game,” you murmured against his neck, the words tumbling out with a teasing lilt.

His lips parted to respond, but instead, a low groan escaped him as you tugged on his hair once more, savoring that raw response—the simple, unfiltered pleasure that spilled from him with each subtle movement.

“Yeah? You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?” he managed to say, but the teasing lilt in his tone faded momentarily, replaced by something deeper, more primal, as your mouth continued its exploration.

You smiled at his playful remark, and a renewed sense of purpose flooded through you. Grasping his hair a bit firmer now, you enjoyed the rush of power that came with every gentle pull. “Oh, I plan to keep surprising you,” you replied softly, as you drove your kisses down his neck, your heart racing in tandem with your fervent resolve to fully indulge in this connection.

With every kiss you gave, every gentle tug of his hair, Sam seemed to melt against you further, his heartbeat echoing in rhythm with the passion that was building up. You were crossing uncharted lines together, marking new territory in ways that felt thrilling and transformative, building the kind of intimacy that had previously only existed in dreams.

As you continued to explore each other, with every whisper of your lips against his skin, the world around you fell away, leaving just the intoxicating connection that was growing stronger with each breath. The cabin held the warmth of the fire, but it was the heat radiating from both of you—two rivals turned partners in this daring venture—igniting every intimate corner of your hearts, urging you both to delve even deeper into the possibilities that lay before you. Time stretched, boundless and inviting, as the night unfolded like a beautiful promise, a secret waiting to be uncovered, moment by moment, touch by touch.

With your bold moves seeming to ignite something primal within Sam, the atmosphere in the cabin shifted as the balance of power began to tilt. The playful tension gave way to an intensified connection, one that radiated from him in waves of warmth and desire. You’d drawn him in, and now you could feel a new determination simmering beneath his teasing smirks—one that left your pulse racing in anticipation.

With a low chuckle, he leaned back slightly, assessing the moment with an intensity that sent a thrill straight to your core. “Alright, I think it’s my turn to take charge,” he declared, his voice a deep rumble that stirred excitement inside you.

Before you had a chance to respond, he gently but firmly guided you onto your back, your body sinking into the softness of the cabin floor. The chill in the air was juxtaposed against the fiery heat radiating between you, and your heart skipped a beat as he settled between your legs, the intensity of his gaze unwavering, filled with desire and a fierce protectiveness that made your breath catch.

He started at your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the collarbone, savoring the way your skin warmed beneath his lips. Each careful kiss felt like a promise, a quiet reverie shared between you both as he began to snake his way down, taking his time to explore and tease you, as hands slipped carefully under your back to keep you close.

Sam’s lips traveled slowly from the tender spot at the base of your neck, kissing his way down your torso. As his mouth glided over your skin, you could feel every pulse of heat, your core tightening with each soft caress. The way he nurtured each kiss felt almost reverential, as if he was worshipping you in this moment, drawing out every ounce of pleasure with a tenderness that enveloped you like a warm embrace.

The anticipation held you captive, and it wasn’t long before Sam reached the delicate curvature of your waist, where his mouth paused for just a heartbeat—the briefest moment suspended in time. His gaze flickered up to yours, silently asking for reassurance, wanting to ensure that you were still comfortable, still willing to delve deeper into this newfound intimacy.

Feeling the weight of his gaze, you nodded, a breathless affirmation as your heart raced in response. “I’m okay,” you whispered, encouraging him with the sincerity of your voice, urging him to continue. In that split second, it felt as if everything spiraled down to a singular truth: you wanted him, wanted this, with every fiber of your being.

With a soft, satisfied smile, he resumed his exploration, nuzzling further down your body with an eager intensity. His kisses trailed lower and lower, the warmth of his mouth leaving sparks of electric sensation lingering in their wake. When his lips finally brushed against the soft fabric of your pants, he pressed a delicate kiss just above the waistband, sending shivers cascading through your body.

And then, with a smooth, deliberate motion, he peeled away the final barriers that separated you. The sudden cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth, and your breath quickened in response, anticipation coiling tightly within you.

His mouth found you directly, kissing you softly at first, taking his time to taste and explore, as his tongue flicked teasingly against your skin. You gasped at the sensation, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him closer as waves of pleasure began to swell from that tantalizing point of contact.

“Oh God, Sam,” you breathed, a mixture of urgency and delight threading through your voice as he responded to the sound of your pleasure. Every lick, every gentle pull made you arch your back, drawing him further in, completely lost in the heady grip of sensation. The pressure built steadily, fueled by the way you could feel him sinking deeper into his own rhythm.

He continued to focus on drawing out your pleasure, his mouth nipping and teasing, savoring the gasps he elicited from you as he explored every sensitive spot. You could feel the tension gathering, pleasure building, and it was as if the world outside melted away into oblivion—only the two of you existed in that electric moment.

Your hands entwined in his hair naturally, holding him against you, anchoring yourself to the sweet warmth of him while urging him forward. “Please, don’t stop,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper, craving more of the deliberate attention he was giving you.

He responded in kind, a deep, reverberating hum vibrating through him, igniting the connection that spurred you both on. With fervor, he increased the pace, every lick and swirl of his tongue working magic on you until you felt as if you were teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

The sensations intermingled, a symphony of throbbing bliss that enveloped your senses as Sam devoted himself fully to your pleasure. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating dance of skin on skin, breath against body, heartbeats synchronized in wild rhythm.

You were lost in it, surrendered to the rawness of the moment—a voyage of exploration that had traversed from rival banter to heartfelt intimacy, heat pooling low in your belly until it felt like an insatiable fire begging to be fanned to life. Sam’s skillful ministrations sent you spiraling into a realm beyond your previous understanding, glinting with the promise of everything yet to come.

It was no longer play; it was raw connection, an embrace of everything you had both been craving, a freedom that bound you together amidst the intimate boundaries of your desires.

“Sam!” Your voice broke through, filled with urgency, pleading for more as you felt that powerful tide rise inexorably. And through it all, you could sense his unwavering commitment to this moment, to you, as he continued to explore and elicit every ache of desire, drawing you ever closer to that blissful release…

As the waves of pleasure washed over you, fragile bursts of ecstasy rippling through every nerve ending, you felt Sam’s dedication fueling the fire simmering low in your belly. Every touch, his mouth working its magic, grounded you in the moment—a shared intimacy that felt both intoxicating and serene. But just as you felt on the cusp of something profound, Sam pulled back slightly, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

Panting softly, his eyes focused intently on yours, he searched for something deeper, a silent assurance that you were ready for the next step. “Are you sure?” he murmured, voice low and filled with an earnestness that sent a warm flutter through your heart. It was a question that held both weight and tenderness, a simple inquiry layered with unspoken vulnerability and respect for the space between you.

You nodded, your breath catching as you gazed back at him, filled with a deeper understanding of the path before you. “I’m sure, Sam. I want this,” you assured him, your voice a soft whisper layered with sincerity. The connection felt electric, your bodies nearly humming with the energy coursing between you, ready to bridge the gap that held you apart.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, relief washing over him, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, then trailing sweetly down to your lips. As his mouth brushed against yours, it was tender—each touch a promise, each kiss a testament to the journey that had led you both here. You could feel his warmth radiating, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and affection.

With deliberate care, Sam’s hands moved to your waist, fingers splaying against your skin as he pulled you closer. His touch was gentle, exploring the contours of your body as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes remaining locked on yours—an unspoken conversation that held the promise of newfound intimacy. The world around you faded further, leaving only the soft rhythm of your breaths mingling in the air, hearts racing in unison.

Taking a deep breath, he allowed a moment of stillness to envelop you both. You could feel the anticipation humming in the air, spreading electric warmth between your bodies. And then, slowly, carefully, he began to push himself into you, maintaining that softness that pulsed with tender intensity.

The sensation was overwhelming, the culmination of all those playful encounters turning into something deep and meaningful as he entered you. It felt as though time slowed, allowing you to savor every moment—a symphony of sensation that resonated within the very depths of your being. He paused, allowing you to adjust, the gentleness of his movements a beautiful contrast to the boundless desire that simmered between you.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmured, concern woven through his words, and you nodded slightly, finding comfort in the gentle strength he embodied. “Just like this…we’ll go slow,” he added, his voice a soothing balm infused with warmth.

You felt the tension in your body ease as he held the gentle pace, inching deeper while his lips found their way back to yours, kissing you softly as if to ground you in that moment. Sam’s hands roamed tenderly over your skin, caressing your arms, your sides, igniting tingling sensations that lingered long after he had touched you.

Each movement was deliberate, filled with a sweet tenderness that held you close, mirrored by the soft kisses that fell like whispers upon your skin. You felt cherished, respected, and deeply connected, the world shrinking around you until it was just the two of you, enveloped in your private sanctuary forged from trust and growing intimacy.

The soft kisses traveled from your lips to your cheeks, trailing down to your neck, each lingering touch a reminder of his presence. He took his time, savoring the sensation of you beneath him, exploring just how your body responded to his movements, learning the rhythm that matched your needs.

And as he finally settled fully into you, you felt a rush of warmth and satisfaction unfurl deep within, every nerve alive and tingling with the beautiful connection forming between you. It was everything you had anticipated and more—fiery passion tempered by a tenderness that soothed and ignited.

You could feel the world beyond fading completely, leaving just the two of you, intertwined in a dance that felt both sacred and exhilarating. Your bodies aligned in a rhythm as he gently rocked into you, each movement eliciting soft gasps mingled with breaths of pleasure.

“Just like this…” he murmured again, his voice a tantalizing mix of longing and affection, as if he were echoing your own thoughts. With each push, his hands held you in a loving embrace, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, illumination of everything you were sharing. You reveled in the sensations, surrendering to the intimacy that flowed between you, feeling utterly safe in this moment.

The kisses continued, soft and lingering, as though he were mapping out each reaction your body made, the connection solidifying with every gentle caress. Time slipped away, giving room for the connection to deepen until it was an unspoken promise—one of exploration and understanding, a willingness to cherish this unfolding chapter you were writing together.

In this sacred space, with breathless whispers and shared laughter, vulnerability transformed into strength, radiating love as deep as the universe, bonding you both in a way that felt destined. It was a beginning—a cherry blossom in full bloom—one that promised endless possibilities beyond the warmth of this moment. And together, you knew you were ready to embrace every beautiful second of it.

As the rhythm of your bodies settled into a beautiful cadence, you felt your breath hitch slightly, the sensations coursing through you becoming a melody of pleasure. Leaning your head back against the soft pillow, you surrendered fully to the moment, yielding to the warmth that enveloped you both. The world beyond faded further into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe—a sanctuary built from trust, vulnerability, and an undeniable magnetic pull.

Sam seized the opportunity, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck, planting soft kisses that ignited fresh waves of sensation. Each kiss was a gentle reminder of his presence, exploring the sensitive skin beneath your chin, trailing to the delicate slope of your collarbone. His mouth was warm and inviting, and the tenderness resonated within you, deepening the connection you had both crafted so instinctively.

“God, you’re incredible,” he breathed against your skin, and with that simple phrase, you felt an electrifying rush wash over you, his admiration enveloping you like a comforting embrace. It was a moment suspended in time, where every feeling intertwined, stitching together moments of passion and profound care.

The kisses continued, soft and sweet, every touch deliberate as he relished in the intimacy of your shared experience. You could feel the waves of pleasure ebb and flow with every gentle thrust, but it was those lingering kisses—each one a testament to the depth of your connection—that truly made your heart swell. The combination of sensation and the affection in his eyes tethered you to this very moment, keeping you grounded in the magic of what was happening.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, filled with the unyielding need to keep this moment intact, as if time itself could rewrite infinity. And Sam answered with a soft smile, one that illuminated his features and settled warmth in your chest.

As the intensity built to a gentle crescendo, savoring every second, you reached your peak together, a mutual sigh escaping your lips, echoing the shared bliss that enveloped you both. It was breathtaking, intimate, a crescendo that wrapped around you like the softest of blankets, leaving you trembling in its wake.

Gradually, as the waves of pleasure receded, so too did the intensity. Sam slowed to a gentle rhythm, drawing out the last shimmers of ecstasy, until finally, he brought himself to a stillness. You both remained intertwined, the air thick with unspoken words, breaths mingling as you came down together from the heights, embracing the softness of the moment.

With a tender smile, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, securing you against his chest. The warmth and solidity of him felt like home, a refuge where you could truly let go and rest. You nestled into him, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart, a comforting counterpoint to the lingering bursts of sensation that still fluttered throughout your body.

“Perfect,” you sighed contentedly, feeling completely safe in his embrace, your head resting just beneath his chin. It was the kind of contentment that wrapped around your heart, lingering like the afterglow of candlelight, flickering yet steady, filling the room with an undeniable warmth.

Sam tightened his hold, finding a rhythm in your shared breathing. The world outside faded completely now, leaving only the soft sounds of your breaths and the quiet rustle of fabric as you settled in even closer. He placed a gentle kiss atop your head, a sweet gesture that spoke volumes—an assurance that this moment, this connection, held an irreplaceable significance.

In that comforting silence, you felt threads of possibility weaving between you, spawning dreams of what else might lie ahead. But for now, nestled against him, you were content to simply be—two hearts beating as one in the tranquil refuge you had created.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the warmth and safety of Sam’s presence, surrendering to the bliss of the moment. With the weight of the world dissipating into nothing, you drifted into a soft slumber, cocooned in the love that surrounded you both, knowing that you had stepped into something beautiful and transformative together. And as you did, the last echoes of intimacy lingered in the tender warmth of his arms, a promise of many more moments to come.