Anyone Else Just Think That Brothers??

-Experimenting-

Josh Kiszka/Reader

Warnings: Pegging, F-dom/M-sub, Sub Josh Kiszka, nipple play (m-rec), minor subspace

Every once in a while, Josh would bring up wanting to try something new in bed. He's the type to try everything at least once, so when he approached you about something he saw online, you couldn't help but be excited.

Now here you were, a few days later, Josh on his back underneath you as you tease his nipples. He didn't seem very into it at first, until you leaned in and licked a stripe up one. A gasp escaped his lips, and his cock twitched where it lay between your hip and his thigh.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, his face going red.

You'd giggled at his reaction, leaning down to lick at the other nipple, blowing some cool air on it after. He seemed pretty sensitive like this, his hips twitching and little moans leaving his mouth every so often. You took it a step further, latching onto one and sucking, running your tongue over it as he whined in response.

His fingers gripped the sheets as he resisted the urge to thrust up against you. Instead, he tossed his head back, the blush spreading from just his cheeks to all the way down his neck and the tips of his ears. You pulled off, admiring how swollen the pink bud on his chest was, teasing it as you sucked at the other one, gently tugging at it.

While you were playing with his chest, your other hand was busy prepping him for what was to come. When he'd asked you to peg him, you were more excited than you'd like to admit. Thinking about Josh underneath you like that made your legs absolutely weak.

Josh picked out the strap already, and ordered it online as soon as you confirmed you wanted to try it. The strap wasn't anything special, just a simple black harness and a flesh toned, average size dildo you could attach to it. He mentioned getting different ones if he liked it, and by the sounds he made with just your fingers in him, you assume he'll be ordering more right away.

"How's it feeling baby?" You ask, giving his chest a little break as you pulled back to pour more lube on your fingers.

He whined in response, making you chuckle and lean in to kiss him.

"Words, Josh..."

He smiled up at you, his pupils blown wide, "Feels fuckin' amazing, mama..."

Ah, he's pulling out that pet name. When Josh calls you that, you know he's feeling amazing, and probably dropping into subspace. You keep your eyes on him as you slowly push in a third finger alongside the two already in him, and the way his eyes roll back and his mouth drops open makes your core tremble and your legs shake.

Using your free hand, you slathered lube onto the cock now securely attached to you with the harness, warming up the silicone with a few strokes as you pull your fingers out of him.

He whined at the loss, but soon covered his mouth as he felt the tip of the strap slowly press in instead. You pulled his hand away, eyes never leaving his face.

"Wanna hear you, Josh..." You say, watching how his face changes as you slowly and carefully push in.

His eyes seemed unable to look anywhere but up, and moans spilled from his open mouth, a bit of drool running down his chin. When your hips finally reached his ass, you let him adjust for a moment, leaning down to suck at his nipples again. His cock was leaking against his tummy, pre-cum pooling in his belly button as he twitched.

"M-move. Please, mama..." Josh mumbled, trying to push back and forth against the strap. You finally began to move, pulling out halfway before thrusting in again.

The movement caused Josh to let out the most delightful moan, and you knew you needed him to make that noise again. With every thrust, you grew more confident, speeding up and letting your fingers dig into his hips a bit. You changed your angle slightly, grinning when he scrabbled at the sheets and fucking whimpered.

"T-there! Right there!"

You kept aiming at that spot, knowing he wouldn't last long. You were leaking under the strap, the sensation of the leather rubbing against your clit with every thrust keeping you on edge.

"Fuck, Josh... taking me so well baby..." You rambled, giving a few harsh thrusts right into his sweet spot. He was tensed up, nearing that peak. You wrapped a free hand around his cock, and that was the last push he needed.

"Fuck- ah! Mama, gonna cum!"

With a long moan and a few jolts of his hips, he crashed over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a while, a couple spurts even landing on his chin. You pull out, seeing his cock give one last twitch as you unhook the strap and drop it beside the bed.

You were fully prepared just to use your hand, knowing Josh would be exhausted after. But to your surprise, he was tugging on your wrist and asking you to use him to get off.

"Are you sure, Josh? You don't have to-"

"I'm literally begging you to ride my face right now, (Y/N)." He says, licking his lips.

Giving in, you clamber up with your legs on either side of his head. His hands grip your thighs firmly, tugs you down, and goes to town on you. Your fingers instinctively thread into his curly hair as his tongue, warm and eager, begins to explore your most sensitive areas. The sensation is overwhelming; each flick and swirl sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you, and your back arches involuntarily from the pleasure.

He sucks your clit and you know you won't last much longer after being on the edge all evening. All it takes is a few more sucks and licks, and him whining against you, and you're gone. You trap his head with your thighs when you finish, coating his lips and chin in juices. He laps them up obediently, and you have to pry him off to avoid the overstimulation.

You collapse in bed beside him, tugging him into a fervent kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You made a mental note to order a better strap in the morning. You had no doubt you'd need it again soon.

Sanguine Osculum

Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction.

Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Standard warnings for a vampire fic, along with 18+ themes in future chapters.

You'd heard the stories, of course. Deep in the woods, a desolate manor stood. The family who once called it home, they said, had all fallen victim to some illness, leaving the once bustling estate empty and unkempt.

But those who decided to explore it always spoke of an energy that seemed to exist there, of a presence that resided within the worn-down walls. Believers suggest that the spirits of the four young brothers who had once lived there still wandered the halls, unable to accept that they're no longer alive. Others just say it's a creepy old manor, empty and alone. These claims ignited a fire of curiosity within you, and you were itching to explore the place yourself.

The family, it seemed, had originated from somewhere in Europe, their lineage a long line of nobility and prestige. They were revered, held in high regard, as if royalty. Upon arriving here, however, their once illustrious name faded into obscurity. They vanished from the public eye, retreating into the confines of their manor.

This only added to your intrigue, if you were being honest. What secrets lie waiting in that old manor? Was it really haunted?

You decided one afternoon that you were going to find out for yourself, which is how you ended up stood in front of the dilapidated manor, a large pack on your back and anticipation thrumming under your skin.

The manor, once a symbol of opulence and prosperity, now sat in a state of disrepair and loneliness. Time had not been kind to the large estate, with ivy creeping up the decaying walls, nature reclaiming what was once its own. The windows, many shattered, stared out into the world with hollow eyes, as if yearning for what it once was.

The doors were still functional, with a large, ornate knocker staring back at you. Just for the hell of it, you lifted the heavy iron knocker and let it hit the door once, the noise echoing through the halls.

Nothing seemed to jump out at you, no ghosts, no squatters, no animals, so you assumed the place really was empty. You pushed the heavy door open with your shoulder, grateful you had worn something you didn't mind getting messed up as a loose splinter tore a small rip in your sleeve.

While the outside of the manor was in a rather sad state, the inside was surprisingly intact. It was dusty, sure, and some things here and there seemed damaged, but most of the furniture and knicknacks still sat as if no time had passed.

The foyer, once a grand entrance hall, greeted you with faded elegance. The air hung heavy with the scent of neglect, mingling with the faint aroma of aged wood and mothballs. Rays of sunlight filtered through the cracked and dusty windows, casting a dappled light on the old wooden floors. The faded paintings on the walls, still intact beneath the layers of dust, spoke of a time when this place was alive with laughter and vibrant conversations.

You were glad you had decided to bring your camera with you, eager to get photos of this beautiful place. Even the kitchen was elegant; black and white stone floor, white brick walls, and dark stained wood throughout the room spoke of the wealth of the family who once lived here. You wondered what kind of meals they enjoyed that were prepared here.

Your feet carried you to what seemed to be a ballroom of sorts. A large grand piano sat in a corner, intricate carvings decorating its glossy exterior. You were surprised by the lack of dust on it, as if someone took care of it.

The room itself was vast, adorned with chandeliers that hung precariously from the ceiling, their crystal droplets dulled and tarnished. The walls, once adorned with opulent tapestries and intricate artwork, now displayed faded remnants of their former glory. Gossamer curtains, moth-eaten and tattered, danced with the breeze that seeped through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows on the worn parquet floor.

As you reached the old piano, you felt a shiver up your spine. It felt like there were eyes on you, silently watching from some darkened corner. Looking around the sprawling ballroom revealed nothing, not even a mouse scuttling across the floor. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you couldn't shake that feeling.

And maybe you were just overly superstitious, but you didn't want to risk having a ghost angry at you for touching their stuff without asking.

"I-" You spoke up, stuttering at the way your voice echoed throughout the empty room, "I hope you don't mind if I play your piano. I won't break it, I promise."

And suddenly, you felt the tension in the room disappear, as if whoever was watching you was giving you permission.

You gently sat on the wooden bench, letting your fingers drift to the keys. Playing it, you were surprised to find it was still mostly in-key. You didn't know how to play much on the piano, just some simple melodies, but you enjoyed playing it, nonetheless. To be able to play a piece of history was so exciting to you.

You still felt watched as you played, but the gaze felt more curious now. Once you finished playing, you stood from the piano and glanced around the large room.

"Thanks for letting me play. I'll leave you be now," You say again to the seemingly empty room before heading back to the front room.

The sweeping staircase, its banister worn but still sturdy, beckoned you to explore the upper floors. Each step you took echoed through the empty space, reminding you of the tragedy that took place here. You couldn't help but wonder about the lives that once ascended these steps, the footsteps that once filled the hollow emptiness.

Rooms branched off from the main staircase, some to the left and some to the right. The right seemed to be bedrooms, which you left for later. The first room you came across was a library.

As you stepped into the dimly lit space, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before you. The room was lined from floor to ceiling with towering bookshelves, their wooden frames weathered by time. The shelves were filled with rows upon rows of books, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories and hidden knowledge.

Sunlight filtered through the dust-laden windows, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon the countless volumes. Each ray seemed to breathe life into the forgotten tales, giving them a chance to whisper their secrets once more. You could almost imagine the whispers of the authors, their words suspended in the air, waiting for someone to pick them up.

You ran your fingers along the books as you made your way deeper into the room, marveling at the fragility of their spines and the delicate scent of aged parchment that filled the air. The room was silent, save for the faint rustling of pages as the wind tiptoed through the cracks in the windows.

As you reached the center of the library, your eyes were drawn to an ornate desk, tucked away in a corner. The desk stood proud, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and vines. You felt watched once more, but this gaze was different. It was wary, but more gentle.

Speaking eased the tension last time, so you decided to do so again.

"Hello... I'm just here to look around. I won't take any of the books."

And again, the air felt calmer. You were certain there was a presence here, but it didn't seem angry or violent. Just... watchful. Careful of it's possessions.

You read some of the papers that sat on the desk. They seemed to be poems, or maybe songs, your eyes trailing along the faded ink. You didn't stay in the library very long, the dust making your throat tickle. You thanked the unseen presence again before moving on.

The room next door was a music room of some sort. Various instruments lay around the room, though two caught your interest: a beautiful violin and a very old guitar. At this point, you weren't surprised when you felt watched again, though this time, you felt a bit of annoyance seep into the room. You decided it would be best to leave the instruments alone; whatever was watching you seemed protective of them.

"I won't touch your things, I promise."

The tension cooled slightly, but you could still tell that you weren't wanted in here.

"Sorry if I'm intruding... I'll take my leave now."

You quickly exited the music room, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You decided to leave that room be for now; whatever was in there didn't want you in there with it.

The last room on the left side was a sitting room, bathed in the faint light of the slowly setting sun. As you stepped inside, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and lingering spirits.

An ornate bar, its polished surface covered by empty liquor bottles, commanded attention, taking up a large portion of the room. Crystal decanters, now empty and collecting dust, stood alongside tarnished glasses.

On the other end of the room, nestled beneath the glow of an antique chandelier, sat a cluster of chairs. Their faded upholstery now bore the marks of time, their frayed edges and worn cushions a result of the passage of years. A pool table, its green baize cloth marked with faint traces of chalk, stood nearby, its wooden frame showing signs of wear and tear.

You set your bag down and sank into one of the large chairs, the worn leather creaking softly beneath your weight. It was then that you felt it—an inexplicable shift in the atmosphere, as if the room had come alive with an unseen presence. The air crackled with a tangible energy, and a shiver danced its way down your spine.

The feeling of being watched returned, but this time, it was different. It was no longer a mere gaze, but a physical presence that settled in the room with you. You could almost feel the wamth of another person, almost feel the subtle disturbance of the air as they moved.

And then, in the periphery of your vision, you saw it. There was a flicker of movement, a shadow cast against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned your head, eyes narrowing in an attempt to make sense of the mysterious figure that now stood before you.

You could see dark curly hair and a white ruffled shirt, like the ones you'd see in those period dramas. Curious, dark eyes stared back at you as you stood on shaking legs, unsure of what you were looking at. The figure stepped closer, and you could finally see the rest of his features.

He was handsome, and reminded you of the old Greek statues you'd seen at the art museum once. There was something off about him, though, and his movements were too quiet for your liking.

It took a minute to find your voice, and it trembled once you did.

"H-Hello... I'm sorry for intruding..."

The young man looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow before finally speaking.

"You should leave. Your kind shouldn't be here. It's not safe."

His voice was low and rough, but there was a softer tone to the second half, as if he were genuinely concerned for you.

"U-um... okay..."

You glanced at the door, slowly walking to it and keeping your distance from the man.

"Can I ask if you're-"

"You really should take your leave. It's not wise to be here right now," he repeated.

You decided to take heed of his warning, slipping out of the room and back into the hallway. The air felt different than before, as if the manor itself was watching you. You quickly headed back down the staircase and out the front door, your heart thumping out of your chest.

Honestly you hadn't even realized it was so late, too enveloped in exploring. Reaching for your cell phone, you came back empty handed.

Shit. You left your bag upstairs.

You couldn't just leave it behind; you didn't have that kind of money. And your camera was in it too, and you definitely didn't want to lose that.

So, with a deep breath, you re-entered the manor. Climbing the stairs, you felt like you were making a mistake, but you continued on. You had to.

As you reached the landing, you could see the door leading to the sitting room standing ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound reverberating in your ears as you approached cautiously, one hesitant step at a time.

Pushing the door open, you entered the room once again, your eyes instantly drawn to the spot where you had left your bag. It lay there, innocently perched upon the worn chair, waiting patiently for your return.

With a sigh of relief, you hurriedly retrieved your bag, pulling it over your shoulders before turning around and running directly into the young man from before.

"Why are you still here?" He asked, worry in his tone.

"I- um, forgot my things..." You replied, shocked that he wasn't a ghost like you first though. His body was physical, clearly, as you had run into him. His skin was cooler than your own, but not wildly so.

"Leave now. Please," He gently pushed you out of the room, and his tone worried you.

In your rush to head down the stairs, however, you slipped. You felt the ground approaching your face, and closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact. But it never came. Instead, you felt gentle arms around you, and a new voice spoke quietly into your ear.

"Easy, Darling..."

You opened your eyes and looked up, your eyes meeting honey brown ones. This was a different young man, his short brown hair slicked back, showing off his soft features and slight stubble. He wore an off white ruffled shirt with a fancy jacket over it, his dainty features giving him a charming look overall.

"You should be more careful, Darling. You could've gotten hurt."

He had a boyish tone to his voice and didn't look like he was much different in age to yourself, though you could've been wrong. His hands were a bit clammy, but you ignored it as he helped you to the front door.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"It's quite alright, Darling," He cut you off, before smiling softly, "Now, I must ask you to head back home. You shouldn't linger around strange places so late..."

You swallowed and nodded, not missing the way he looked you up and down, his gaze landing back on your face.

"As lovely as it was to meet you and listen to you play, Darling, I must ask that you not return. It's simply for your own safety. Oh, and don't tell anyone you saw us. We don't like visitors..."

You nodded again. You certainly wouldn't be telling anyone about this. It's not like they'd believe you.

The young man smiled again, giving you a slight bow.

"Have a lovely night, Darling," He whispered, closing the door once more.

As you drove home that night, only one thought filled your head.

You had to go back to that place.

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The manor seemed just as empty as before when you decided to return, just days later. The overgrown ivy still twisted around the stone walls, casting eerie shadows in the fading light of dusk. The looming structure stood as a silent sentinel, guarding its secrets within. The heavy oak door beckoned you forward, its intricate carvings a stark contrast to the peeling paint and weathered facade. You wondered for a moment if you imagined the strange people who you had met the last time.

You were tempted to raise the heavy knocker once again, but you knew deep down that you would get no response. The manor still seemed abandoned, frozen in time, a relic of a bygone era. Yet, faintly, you could hear what sounded like music drifting through the air, carried on a haunting melody.

Intrigued and unable to resist the allure of the sound, you stepped into the manor once more. The music was drawing you deeper into its depths, the soft creaking of floorboards beneath your feet adding to the somber ambiance that surrounded you.

After a minute of wandering the lower halls, you finally reached the grand ballroom. The doors stood ajar, revealing a scene straight out of a dream— or perhaps out of a period drama.

In the corner of the room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a figure sat at the grand piano. His fingers danced across the keys with effortless grace, conjuring a haunting melody that seemed to reach the very core of your being.

Stepping closer, you recognized him as the young man from before, the one who caught you on the stairs. You couldn't see much of his face from where you stood, but managed to see that his eyes were closed and he seemed to move with the music. His brow would furrow and relax with the highs and lows of the melody, and his mouth hung slightly open, quiet mumbles spilling out unconsciously.

The scene before you was captivating, almost surreal in its beauty and mystery. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, adding an ethereal quality to the young man's performance. The melody he played seemed to echo through the vast ballroom, filling the space with a sense of melancholy and longing.

As you watched him, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his music. Each note was played with such emotion and skill, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys. It was as though the piano was an extension of his own body, each chord and harmony a reflection of himself.

His body swayed with the music, his movements fluid and graceful. You could sense the passion and dedication he poured into his playing, his entire being consumed by the haunting melody that filled the room. It was a performance unlike any other, and one you knew he expected no one to see.

As the music reached a crescendo, his eyes fluttered open, revealing depths of honey brown that seemed to hold a thousand thoughts at once. But then, he played a sour note, his body going stiff as he slowly turned to make eye contact with you.

"What are you doing here...?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion, "I thought I asked you not to come back."

He stood quickly, his movements as graceful as a dancer.

"I'm sorry... I just- I had to... I needed to make sure what I saw last time was real..." You tried to explain, stumbling over your words as he approached.

"As much as I'd love to keep your company, darling, you can't be here," He whispered, using that name again. The one that only made you want to stay here longer. He stopped a few feet away from you and stood so still you couldn't even see him breathe. It was as if he was afraid to come closer, or even breathe the same air as you.

"Why is it so dangerous to be here?" You asked, taking a step forward, "That's what the other boy said too, the one with the curly black hair."

The young man tilted his head to the side, "Curly black hair... you met Daniel?" His confusion turned to concern, "You didn't happen to meet anyone else, did you?"

You shook your head.

He reached out, as if to turn you towards the door, "Then you still have a chance to leave. I'd do so before either of them know you're snooping around here again-"

"Sam?"

Another man's voice echoed down from the top of the stairs, and the brown haired boy, Sam apparently, stiffened.

"Damnit..." He muttered, grabbing your arm and leading you to a closet, "Stay in here and do not make a sound. Just trust me."

With that, he pushed you in and shut the door, leaving you in the dark, dusty storage closet. You pressed your ear against the door, straining to catch any sound from outside.

The muffled voices of Sam and the newcomer drifted through the wooden barrier, "Sam? Who's down here with you?" This voice was lower and had a slight rasp to it compared to Sam's more boyish tone.

"There's no one here, Jake. It's just me."

The other man, Jake, seemed to be unsure of that answer, his footsteps coming every so slightly closer.

"I can smell that someone else was here, Sam. You know that no one can-"

"Jake, it's probably just from the person who was here the other day. They were messing with my piano, so it probably still has their scent," Sam explained, though you didn't understand what he meant. You didn't stink, did you? You sniffed yourself but could only smell the dust and mildew in the closet. It tickled your nose, and you did all you could to hold in the sneeze threatening to come out.

"Maybe... I just don't like it when people come snooping around. If any of them find out, they'll be here with pitchforks and torches by nightfall."

Unfortunately, you could only hold in the sneeze for so long.

"Achoo! ... shit..."

The sound echoed through the dark, dusty closet, interrupting the stillness that had enveloped the space. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized your cover had been blown. The muffled voices of Sam and Jake abruptly halted, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to last forever despite it only being a few moments.

The closet door was suddenly flung open as you locked eyes with who you assumed was Jake. His brown hair fell effortlessly to his shoulders, and there was an undeniable elegance about him, an air of regality that seemed to set him apart from the others. His outfit was different too; a red vest and jacket that showed off much of his chest and the necklaces that lay there, paired with red suit pants and white pointed dress shoes

But it was his eyes that captivated you the most. Like Sam's, they were a piercing amber-brown, but there was something about the way Jake looked at you that made you shiver. It was as if he was looking through you instead of at you. It was both unsettling and electrifying.

His lips curled into a snarl, revealing unusually sharp teeth that glinted in the sparse illumination, adding to his menacing demeanor. Without a word, he grabbed the front of your shirt, his grip firm and unyielding as he backed you against the wall.

With his face mere inches from yours, you could see every detail of his nearly perfect skin. His gaze bore into you, as if searching for answers you were not even sure you had. The intensity in his eyes was like a storm brewing, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you here?" His voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with anger. The weight of his question pressed down on you, demanding a response that you struggled to form.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of your own fearful breaths. In that moment, you felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cat, helpless and exposed.

The seconds stretched on, each heartbeat echoing in your ears like a drumbeat of impending danger. The dim light cast shadows across Jake's face, accentuating the sharp angles and the intensity of his gaze. It was as if time itself had slowed down, trapping you in this moment of uncertainty and fear.

But just as you thought you might crumble under the weight of his scrutiny, Sam spoke up, placing a hand on Jake's arm, "Let them go, Jake. I promise they're not a threat to us."

Jake's grip on your shirt loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on you, "You know their kind and our kind aren't exactly friends, right, Sam? What's stopping them from ratting us out the second they leave?"

Ratting them out about what? For being weirdos living in some old manor in the woods?

"I- I won't say anything! I swear on my life!" You manage to blurt out, the words tumbling out of you in a desperate plea.

Sam butted in again, "Jake, please. It's the one chance we have to see what people are up to now. Please?" He sounded like a child begging their parent to let them keep a new pet.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake released his hold on you, stepping back with a wary look in his eyes, "Fine. But if you say one word to anyone, I'll gut you."

Jake turned on his heel and stormed off, his coat billowing behind him. His footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, fading into the distance like a distant thunderstorm. Alone with Sam now, you turned to face him, taking in the subtle downturn of his shoulders and the crease of worry etched into his brow.

"I apologize about him. He doesn't trust people very much anymore..." Sam's voice was apologetic and worried, "He'll eventually get over it. Just, ah, please don't tell anyone about us?"

You sighed in annoyance, still confused about all this, "Tell anyone what?? I still have no idea what or who you guys are!"

It was Sam's turn to seem confused.

"You... you don't? I assumed you had returned because you figured it out..." Sam trailed off, suddenly looking a bit embarrassed, his brows knitting together in a perplexed expression.

"Oh. Well... hmm..." Sam's voice trailed off, suddenly less sure sounding than before.

"Well?" you prompted.

Sam took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of whatever knowledge he carried. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I, um... my brothers and I... we're not human. Not anymore, at least..." Sam's voice wavered, the confession weighing down his every syllable.

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but all you found was raw vulnerability.

"You're... not human?" The words felt foreign on your tongue, a question you'd never thought you'd say.

Sam nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, "We're something else now. Something different..." His features were drawn with worry, his eyes pleading for understanding, "I know this is a lot to take in, but please... we mean no harm. We're just trying to survive, to exist in a world that isn't made for us."

Not human.

The words echoed in your thoughts as questions fought for attention in your mind, demanding answers that seemed to slip through your grasp like water through a sieve. Not human. Then what was he?

You could touch them, so probably not ghosts; they weren't rotting in front of you, so not zombies, a voice in your mind reasoned, trying to make sense of the impossible truth standing before you.

You looked at Sam, truly looked at him, and actually took in his features. His smooth, perfect skin that accentuated the sharp angles of his face, his amber eyes that leaned a little more red than brown, and his too-sharp teeth, elongated and pointed, glistening slightly under the light filtering through the dusty windows.

Oh.

It all made sense.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place with a resounding click, and suddenly, the world around you seemed to shift. Sam stood before you, a creature of the night, a being that belonged to the shadows.

"You... You're a vampire??" You ask in a hushed tone, a part of you still not believing it.

Sam nodded slowly, his features softened by a hint of sadness, "Yes, I am. And so are my brothers. We... we never wanted this life, but it chose us nonetheless." His voice was a whisper, full of longing for a world long gone.

"Do you... feed on people?" You ask, stepping back.

"No! None of us do. We can stay satiated enough with the wildlife in the surrounding forest," Sam assured you, taking a step to keep the same distance between you both, "Trust me, I don't like it either. I didnt like eating animals even before becoming this. But I can assure you that none of us will hurt you."

You cast a glance to the doorway where Jake had just stormed off, "What about him?"

"Jake's just highly overprotective of us. Most people tend to run screaming when they discover they're standing in a house full of vampires."

You stayed still for a moment, considering your options. You could run away like others apparently had, and try to forget this place and it's otherworldly inhabitants. But there was something in Sam's demeanor, a certain earnestness in his voice, that made you want to stay.

"You promise none of you will hurt me?" You ask, watching as Sam's face perks up at your words.

"I promise. I swear on my eternal life," Sam grinned, placing a hand over his heart. His teeth glinted in the light, but strangely, you weren't scared of him.

"Alright then. I'll trust you... Sam, was it?" You say, relaxing slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself, did I? My name is Samuel Francis Kiszka, and it's a pleasure to meet you, darling," Sam bowed dramatically, peeking up at you after a moment with another grin, "But you may call me Sam."

You told Sam your own name, chuckling when he decided to keep referring to you as "darling" instead.

"Now, I'd love to give you the grand tour, if you'd like?"

You, of course, agreed.

As Sam led you through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, you couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the place. You followed Sam's tall figure, his movements graceful yet purposeful, as he showed you around the rooms you had only briefly passed through before.

The ballroom, with its ornate chandeliers and marble floors, stood as a reminder a bygone era. Sam spoke of the nights when music and laughter filled the room, when guests twirled in elegant gowns and tailored suits. His voice echoed in the vast space, recounting tales of extravagant parties and lavish gatherings that once graced the halls.

Next, he guided you to the kitchen, where the scent of spices and herbs still lingered in the air, even under all the dust. The massive hearth, now cold and dark, had once been the heart of the bustling room. Sam pointed out the intricately carved cabinets and shelves, explaining how the pantry used to aways be stocked with supplies from the nearby village, ensuring that those living in the manor at that time never went hungry.

Moving on, you entered the dining room, its long table still set with fine china and silverware. The high-backed chairs stood empty, a stark reminder of the absence of guests. Sam's voice softened as he described the family meals shared around the table, the laughter and arguments that had once filled the room now reduced to nothing but memories in his mind.

The last major room you were shown on the lower floor was the main sitting room. Though also covered in a layer of dust and it's windows cracked and curtains torn, it still seemed grand. The large couches were made of fine velvet and leather, clearly expensive in their time and still worth a hefty sum today. The large fireplace, all of its bricks imported from Europe according to Sam, used go heat nearly the whole house.

"Though, we don't really have a need to keep cool or warm anymore. In fact, we seem to run colder than ever before," Sam explained, "We can feel warmth but it doesn't do much, Sam continued, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. As he spoke, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes, a distant longing for sensations that he could no longer fully experience.

The warmth of a crackling fire, the gentle touch of sunlight on his skin – all of no use to him in the eternity of his existence. Maybe all the romance novels had made you forget how lonely the life of an immortal must be.

"But enough about me," Sam turned to head out of the sitting room, gesturing to the large staircase, "I think you should formally meet my brothers."

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CHAPTER 2:

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Sanguine Osculum Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction. CHAPTE

Locked Out - Sam Kiszka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You immediately dialed your landlord’s number.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alas, you definitely were not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded “Yes.”

“Okay, then.”

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

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

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

“Samuel.”

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

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

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

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

He finally placed you back on your own two feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, of course not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just as you started to really relax-

“Catch, Y/N-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That peaceful sleep only lasted so long, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That cocky fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such a brat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Despise’ is a strong word,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or, this…”

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

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

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

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

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

“So,” Kiss. “So,” Kiss. “Pretty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Need it so bad, Sammy.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Relaaax,” Sammy drawled out the word tauntingly.

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

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

He barely had so far, why would he now?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sammy… i- i’m gonna c-cum,”

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

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

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

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

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

Sam was having none of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thought of another orgasm was dizzying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he was making your brain short circuit.

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

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

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

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

“That depends,” you mumbled in response.

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

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

“Ooo, she liked that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking christ, Y/N-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-no.”

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

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

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

“God damnit, Sam!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That- Sammy, that spot, i-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam! Plea-“

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

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

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

“Uh huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my fucking God! Oh my god-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are-“

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tucked yourself closer to his body and giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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All he ever wanted ~ Jake Kiszka x Reader

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!!!!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m rec), oral (f rec), unprotected sex, a little fluff, a little angst, light choking. Pleae let me know if I missed anything <3

A/n: Just some cute friends with benefits turned lovers with Jake. <3 (I posted this months ago and then deleted it so now Im reposting it!

Word Count: 2.6K

All he could do was stare. 

A shiver ran down his spine. 

Panic. 

He knew that if he did not do anything to stop her, this would be it. 

All of his limbs felt frozen as he watched her frantically pack up her stuff scattered around his usually peaceful bedroom. 

Do something! He thought, though his feet felt as if they had been nailed to the hardwood floor.

She turned towards him as if to give him a chance to undo what he had done. 

Her tear streaked face made her even more beautiful, and for the first time that night he truly realized the depth of the damage he had caused. 

Her sad eyes stared into his own tear filled ones. 

“I feel like I’m drowning, Jake. And you seem to just be fine, floating around treading in a sea of chaos,” she finally spoke in a whisper. Her energy was long gone, her throat sore from the screaming match that had taken place earlier in the evening. 

Gaining some strength he shook his head and stepped forward cautiously. 

“All I’ve ever wanted is to be with you.”

“You are everywhere all at once, but at the same time you’re never here,” she shook her head at him and stepped back, both of their stances faltering. 

Realization hit them both at the exact same time; maybe it was best if they went their separate ways. 

He immediately shook the idea out of his head, he did not want that. 

He began racking his brain for things he could possibly do to make her believe his words, because he knew that his words were nothing but empty promises to her. 

“Are you actually leaving me or do you just need some space?” He whispered, his voice smaller than she’d ever heard it. 

“I don't know,” she sighed. “You’re leaving, and for a long time. I know what I signed up for when we started this agreement. It was never meant to have feelings involved.”  

He grew frustrated, maybe even angry. 

He knew he had been the one to make it all come crashing down around them, their own little bubble bursting into a million pieces in a matter of seconds. 

How could she not see how deeply he felt for her? 

How could she not see the yearning for her in his eyes every time she got out of his bed in the early mornings, the moon shining strategically onto her form as she picked up her clothes, leaving him there alone, in a now cold bed. 

He allowed himself to reminisce for a short moment. 

-

Her long hair fell over her shoulders as her naked form moved above him. 

Both of them were close to a bursting euphoria that they only felt when being in each other's arms like this.

Jake watched intently at where their bodies were connected as she leaned forward towards him, her knees getting weaker the closer she got. 

Both of their moans filled the room as they came.

His whole body was trembling as the intense, blissful white pleasure took over him. 

He wasn't entirely present but he was sure he might have let out a long drawn out yell like moan. 

He had never in his life experienced such intense euphoria as he did in that moment. The pleasure so pure it made his head spin even as he was coming back down to the present again. Back to her.

Their eyes locked, and in both of their eyes were a thousand words neither of them dared to say out loud.

He didn't know what his soul was meant for or what it was made of, but in that moment with her, he knew that they were one in the same. Bound to be connected by not only sex but love. 

I will surely screw this up, he thought.

-

And screw up he did, though not in the way most might think. It had been his idea, after all, to not involve feelings, making it a strict friends with benefits relationship. 

And although she had agreed, he could still see the hurt in her eyes.

For months they ended most of their nights in one another's beds. Sometimes even in hotel rooms somewhere as he traveled and lived out his dreams with his brothers. 

But, it was him that uttered those words that were strictly off limits just mere hours ago.

She’d recoiled back from him as if he had physically struck her in the face.

All he ever wanted, all he ever needed, was her. But how do you make someone understand the depths of your love when you have simultaneously been the one to deprive them of that same love for months?

Never in his life had he felt so at a loss for words, now when he needed them the most. 

He wasn’t sure what he would do if she actually left, though he did know for sure that if she did go, a piece of him would leave with her. 

It was truly now or never, he had to get it right this time. 

Taking a step towards her once more, he waited to see if she moved back again. But when she didn't, he closed the rest of the distance between them and placed a gentle hand upon her still tear stained cheek. 

“Will you please just listen to me for a second?” He begged.

“If you decide that you still want to leave after then you can, I will never force you to do anything. But please just give me a few minutes.” Not only did his voice beg her but his soft, sad brown eyes that she knew she would not be able to say no to, did too.

When she didn't say anything he took that as a yes. 

“At first it was just sex for me, and I know I hurt you when I told you that I didn’t want more than that,” he explained and took a deep breath. 

He was about to attempt to put his love for her into words, say it to her face and he did not know if she would accept it or give him her love in return. But to him, in this moment he knew it had to be done. Even if it meant that she might potentially break his heart. 

“Words don't come easy to me so forgive me if I stumble and make a fool of myself.”

“I don't know when it shifted for me, maybe the feelings were there from the beginning and I was too stubborn to acknowledge them.”

“I love you. And not how I love my friends and family. I love you as in I want you around me at all times because you make even the gloomiest of days shine brighter. I love you as in whenever we are apart, it feels like a piece of me isn't there. And I know our moments together are short, but they don't have to be, not anymore. I want you in all aspects of life. I want you in the morning while you sleep in so I can slip away to make you breakfast for no particular reason other than because I love you. “

“I am not trying to get you to stay by saying all these things so we can keep having a sexual relationship only. I am saying it to make you see that I truly want you. All of you.”

By the time his eyes flicked up to hers, her eyes had filled up with new tears though he wasn't sure what kind of tears they were. 

“Everytime I kiss you, I hope you can taste all the words I want to say to you that I know I shouldn't. Ever since you stepped into my life everything has been better. I wake up and my first thought is how you are feeling and what you are up to. I know I have not been fair to you, but I promise you this; I will dedicate all of my remaining days into showing you just how much you mean to me. I love you,” he concluded as he swept away her tears. 

“I am scared,” she admitted quietly. 

“I am scared that if I give my heart to you, you might break it without meaning to.”

He smiled softly at her, “I have proven time and time again that I am unworthy of your love, and I know I stumble into situations that end up hurting you. But if you are willing, even in my darkest moments I will cradle your heart with such gentle hands that it will never break. Never at my hand and never by anyone else’s, for as long as I am alive.”

Before he could really comprehend what was happening her lips were on his. Her bags dropped to the floor with a loud thud. 

In their kiss there was no longer pain and sorrow but a newly found higher passion and love.

The need to be as close to each other as possible grew intensely as their frantic hands pushed and pulled at their clothes that now felt like one heavy barrier. 

He laid her down on the bed as he’d done so many times before, though this time with purpose and much gentler hands. 

“I love you too,” she whispered out as he poured his love out onto her in his kisses. 

He lifted his head to look at the girl under him, enamored by her soft spoken declaration of reciprocated love for him.

“I want all of you too, and I’m also sorry, for being so cruel to you earlier with my words and actions. I’m sorry for denying you as well and making you feel as if you were wrong for telling me how you feel when we said that we would be honest with each other from the beginning,” she said, stroking his cheek and the little patch of hair on his upper lip. 

He shook his head at her as he leaned down to kiss her lips quickly before he replied. 

“You don't have to say you're sorry.”

“Okay, but I am and I know we need to talk more about this, but right now all I want is you,” she spoke, to which he smiled and silently agreed.

Her hand came up to his chest and gently pushed him to lay beside her. 

As she crawled over him, she left kisses everywhere, and as she descended down to where he wanted her to be most, she whispered a final I love you to him.

She began kissing his length all the way down and up again as her right hand grabbed him at the base, and with a final kiss on the tip she opened her mouth and gently guided him onto her tongue, his cock laying heavy and throbbing with need for her on it. 

As she bobbed her head up and down he threw his head back panting, all the while letting out tiny whines. His hand reached down to hold onto her hair, he knew she was there but he needed to feel her so as to not lose himself completely.

As he felt himself growing close he gently pulled her off him, to which she whined and pouted.

“I don't want it to be over so soon, besides I have been dreaming about the way you taste for weeks,” he smiled up at her. 

He laid her back down onto the bed, kissing his way down to the place he never wanted to leave, and as he got the first taste he's had in weeks, his eyes rolled back and a low growl came out directly onto her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she let him take her in any way he wanted to. 

Her moans filled the room as he worked on her, switching between sucking her into his mouth and shaking his head vigorously. He knew though that the trick to get her there was to circle his tongue around her clit in fast tight circles. So that's exactly what he did until she was calling out his name and putting a trembling hand through his hair and if she had not stopped him right then he would have continued for the next several hours. 

When she came down from her high he captured her lips in an even more passionate kiss than before, if that was possible. 

“Please, please fuck me Jake,” she pleaded with him, though she did not have to beg nor try to convince him to do it. 

“Oh, I plan on it, Sweetheart,” he said grinning. 

She layed splayed out on the bed, hair wild and for a moment he allowed himself to admire her. Her big eyes were sparkling at him with a hint of lust in them. 

Snapping out of it he grabbed himself and looked up at her to see if she was ready, only to find her in a similar trance-like state, looking at him lost in her own head. 

His grin grew as he slapped the head of his cock down onto her sensitive clit to snap her out of it. 

She gasped lightly as a similar grin crept up on her face.

“Are we doing this or-'' she didn't get to finish her sentence before he pushed himself into her in one thrust. Both of their eyes rolled back into their heads. 

“God, I've missed you,” he panted out as he set a pace that was borderline brutal. 

“I lo-love you, I love your cock so much. Fuck…” she cried out, grabbing onto him by his shoulders. 

“I love you, s-so much too. Fuck, come here,” He moaned out as he pulled out of her flipping her over onto her stomach.

He laid his full body weight onto her and began thrusting deeply into her from behind, as his arms circled to hug her around her neck. 

He reveled in being this close to her, to feel this connected to her on a deeper level than they had ever shared before, because now they could. There was nothing holding them back from each other now.

He could feel her getting close as he panted and whined directly into her ear and flipped them both over so they were now both on their backs. 

As he drove into her so hard their skin grew red, he moved his left hand up to her neck lightly squeezing it, just how he knew she liked it and when his other hand reached down to circle her clit she cried out for him.

“I got you, Love. I got you. Let go for me, show me how much you love me and I’ll do the same. I'm so close, God! You feels so fucking good,” He exclamied as his moans grew louder, nearing his end. 

His hand tightened its grip on her throat and as he moved to an even faster pace than before she reached her high and as he felt her cum around him he reached his as well.

High pitched, whiney and long drawn out moans filled the space around them as they both experienced that same euphoria they only had being with one another. 

Jake loosened his grip around her throat as they both fell limp against each other. 

She moved to lay down beside him and as they both let out a content sigh the pair locked eyes, and in that moment they both knew that this is exactly where they both belonged. 

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The end <3

Daddy’s Little Musician

Despite the morning sickness, the headaches, the constant pain in your back, and the almost non-existence of sleep - the past few months had been nothing short of perfection. 

You had never met anyone who was as caring as him, somebody who was willing to go above and beyond for you, regardless of the time of day or night.

You had found that person in Jake.

As soon as you had told him the news, it was as if a new window had opened into his soul, and the light that shone from within was indescribable. It was as if he could think of nothing other than the child that you were about to bring into this world - having already made countless plans for the future. 

He had always said that he didn’t mind too much about the gender - that as long as the baby was healthy, he was happy. But the second that he heard that you were having a girl, his face lit up.

You were grateful that they were on a break between tours - glad to be able to have Jake at home full-time. The boys had agreed to have any meetings close to home, on the off-chance that you would need something. You had never seen Sam so excited in your life when he was told - you could have sworn that he would start bouncing off of the walls. 

Of course, Josh was the first one that Jake had told - you had never witnessed a bond as close as the two of those had, nothing could happen in either one of their lives without the other knowing about it. He had been so sweet when he learned, sending countless bouquets of flowers and cards - making sure that you knew that he would get you whatever you needed, that he was always there if you needed somebody to talk to, even offering to take you to yoga as the pregnancy progressed.

Danny was easily the most practical of the bunch - having already made you lists upon lists of things that he thought you might need, finding videos to share with you, and asking every mother in his life what tips they could give you. 

Each and every one of them had been beyond helpful, day in and day out. But none of them could match Jake. 

Each night, he would sit with you on the couch, bringing his acoustic with him. He would speak to the bump ever so softly, his voice as smooth as honey. 

“Hey baby, I’m your Daddy - I can’t wait to meet you, I love you so, so much already. Your uncles are waiting for you, I think even Rosie knows that somethings going on.”

He would make sure to sing each evening, doing his utmost to make sure that the baby knew what his voice would sound like when the time came - “She’s growing in you, of course she’s going to recognise you! I’m going to be a stranger, and I don’t want her to be scared!” You couldn’t help but to giggle at him, knowing that she would recognise her father immediately.

He had already completely decorated the nursery - spending over a week just picking out the colours, and the furniture. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You’d never forget the morning that you walked in on him while he was finishing up the painting, his sleeves rolled up to prevent any splatters from covering his clothes. Of course, he was on the phone with his brother - the two of them whispering just in case they would wake you up. 

“I don’t think I can wait any longer - I just want to be able to hold her now” he explained, before sitting the camera up to face him. He turned, pulling a small hanger from the closet, and showing it off. It was a light pink shirt with the phrase “Daddy’s little musician” written across the front. His smile was contagious, as you made your way towards him, your hand rested gently on your stomach. 

He turned as he heard you enter, his face full of panic, quickly hiding the hanger behind his back. “I’m so, so sorry - I didn’t mean to wake you, he rang me!!” He quickly explained, being met with a “Hey!!” On the other end. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, before shaking your head, replying that he hadn’t woken you up, and that all was okay. His face softened as you did so, before he hid the shirt back in the closet, embracing you quietly. You knew he was excited, and he had always been one of the most impatient people you had ever met. 

He would ask each night if you needed anything, always willing to run to the store to fulfill your cravings. As you declined, he would finally climb into the bed beside you, pulling his hair up to keep it out of his face. 

“I learned how to braid today” he whispered, as the two of you lay together, the moon peeking through the curtains. 

You hummed softly in reply, a tone of questioning in your voice. “Learned to braid?” You asked.

He nodded, before laying a hand over your stomach, running his thumb over your skin ever so softly. 

“I want to be able to tie up her hair” he spoke again, a soft smile finding its way onto his face. “It shouldn’t just be your job, I can do it.”

Once again, you smiled at him, leaning to plant a soft kiss onto his forehead. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful he had been throughout this whole process, not once becoming frustrated at your pains, at your mood swings, at your sudden need for the bathroom. He had held your hand through the entire thing, with the softest smile possible on his face.

It was then that the day came. 

You had been simply going about your day, making your way up the stairs for a nap when you suddenly felt a wetness between your legs. Panic took over for a moment, before you realised that it was time. 

Luckily, he was home, having being prepared for this day for the past nine months.

You called for him quickly, and he immediately sprang into action, tossing your bags into the car, and leading you out to it. 

Through the whole car ride, he was reassuring you, keeping your hand held in his, and reminding you to breathe, mimicking the advice that Dannny had previously given him. 

You were rushed into a room to be checked out and prepared, while he sat outside, no doubt making a call to his brothers. You knew that it would be a long process, and that he would return to the room as soon as he was allowed to. 

The day quickly turned to evening, and then night - with him stood by your side, his fingers wrapped around your own, allowing you to squeeze as hard as you needed to, not complaining even once. 

Josh found himself sleeping in the waiting room, sprawled out across three chairs, the excitement of the day finally getting to him. 

Sam and Danny were much more restless - pacing the room with both worry and excitement as the hours ticked by. 

Finally, the time came, and your daughter was here. Despite the years that you had been together, not once had you seen him cry, not once had a single tear fallen from his eyes from sadness, or happiness, or frustration. 

But right here, and right now, he cried. Once he began, he couldn’t seem to stop, being handed his daughter at long last. He turned to you, placing the softest possible kiss upon your forehead, pulling your hair from your eyes, and showing you the life that you had brought into the world.

Finally, he was a father. 

You nodded towards the door, signalling for him to take the baby to his brothers, knowing that they would probably die of anticipation if he didn’t. He almost sprinted out of the room, holding his little girl so gingerly. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you heard the cheers, before a quick shushing from Jake, already mindful of the importance of not waking the baby, 

Already, you knew that he was going to be the most amazing father, just as he was the most amazing husband.

Happy 26th Birthday Sammy boy ♥️🎂

Beg For It (part 3)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, oral sex, degradation, pegging, overstimulation, illusions to infidelity, etc etc

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The thing about Jake is this- the man knows exactly what he wants, and exactly when and how he wants it. He isn’t afraid to enact a little craftiness to get it, either...he’s the sweetest, slyest, con man you’ve ever been blessed to know. If he were even remotely capable of violence or cruelty, he would’ve made a mafia Don to put Corleone to shame.

The thing about you is this- you often forget that. Which, by default, leaves you vulnerable to being worked by your dear Jacob like a rube at a carnival.

“I would have, Sam.” You hear Jake quietly informing his brother in the kitchen. “I’d have fucked her straight through the wall of that bar if I could have. She had the softest looking hair I’ve ever seen...wanted to wrap my fingers through it while she...”

“Jesus, Jake.” Sam snaps, putting an end to the dirty details. “Spare me your shit before I go tell that lovely little girlfriend of yours what you’re in here running your mouth about. I don’t need those fuckin’ visuals in my head. Gross.”

“You mean like the visuals I had to deal with when you fucked that girl at your graduation party in my bed?”

“In my defense...” you picture Sammy crossing his arms over his chest as he so often does when called out by a brother. “Danny was passed out in my room. Plus, we were always on the road by then anyway, you hardly ever even slept there. That was fucking years ago, by the way, Jacob. Let it go.”

“You let it go.” Jake retorts childishly. Nothing like bickering with a brother to turn you into a nine year old.

You decide now is the time to put an end to your shameful eavesdropping and enter the kitchen. Just as you suspected, you find Jake leaned back against the fridge, back mashed against the pictures and take-out menus that live pinned there by the kitschy magnets you like to collect from the various places you visit together. Sammy, is propped against the kitchen sink, arms folded just as you’d pictured.

“Hello, Kiszkas.” You smile, shoving your anger down deep into a little jar inside you. You’ll unscrew the lid, and send it careening free as soon as the time is right.

“Hello, darling.” Jake grins, with a flashing twinkle in his eye that you can’t unravel the meaning of. Probably still lost in the daydream of pounding his cock into Little Miss Barfly Whore. That isn’t fair, you don’t even know her...but ask if you give half a shit.

“Don’t let me interrupt, darling.” You lend a snarky quality to the endearment and earn a quizzical glance from him. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to bed.”

Sam steals a peek at his phone. “But it’s not even nine o’clock?”

“I’m not feeling well.” You shrug, and allow it when Jake crosses the room to check on you with the back of his hand to your forehead.

“You feel normal.” He brushes your hair behind your ear with concern. Ducking away from his touch, you wave him off with a clipped. “Headache.”

Much more warmly, you drop a kiss on Sammy’s cheek and sink into one of his deliciously sweet, platonic hugs. “You stay as long as you’d like, Sam. If you’re here in the morning, I’ll make those veggie sausage link things you like.”

He thanks you, and off you go, praying, for the very first time, that he’ll leave.

When Jake finally finds you, you’re stretched out in bed, taking up much more than your fair share to signal how unwelcome he is. Face washed, teeth brushed, hair braided loosely down your back, you eye him over your book, mid page turn. “Can I help you?”

“No.” he shuffles around somewhat awkwardly, as if he’s searching for his bearings. “Are you upset with me?”

You close your novel and set it aside, taking your time before settling in to rake your gaze distastefully over him in the doorway. “Now why would I be upset with you? Have you done something wrong?”

A visible hum travels up the length of him, but he pretends it hasn’t. “Wrong?” his lips quirk into a miniscule grin. “No, and I resent the implication.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you resent.” You snap. Perhaps a bit more belligerently than you’d intended.

“Wow.” His eyes have widened as if you’re out of line, and it annoys you greatly. “What’s the problem, darling?”

“Darling?” You hiss. “I ought to make you genuflect at my fucking feet and call me your queen.”

“I’m willing to bet that that’s the first time in history genuflect and fucking have ever been uttered in the same sentence.” He laughs, sounding smug and slap worthy. Self-righteous fuck. “So you are mad.” He goes on. “Why?”

“Because you’re disturbing my reading with your incessant questions.”

He tilts his head with that obnoxious smirk plastered across his pretty face. “Is that all, darling?”

You still yourself completely, and pour every ounce of authority surging through your veins forth. “Get down on your knees, Jake. Right now. Right where you stand. Knees.”

Remarkably, he does as he’s told without qualms, almost as though he had been anticipating the directive.

“What if Mommy decides to just leave you there all night?” you hum softly, throwing the covers back to expose your bare legs to his hungry gaze.

“Then I guess this is where I’ll stay.” He concedes obediently, breath faltering in his throat when you spread your legs to reveal that you seem to have lost your panties.

Your hand slips down between your parted thighs to tease over your clit. “I’m so wet, Jakey...can you see it?”

He manages a nod, completely mesmerized by your cruel display.

“Do you want to taste me?” your fingers delve into your warmth, right down to the last knuckle. “Would you like to come over here and make me cum right on that pretty-girl face of yours?”

“Pretty girl face?” He questions shakily. “And yes, yes I definitely fucking want that.”

“I meant what I said.” You snap your legs closed in punishment. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen. I should put you in a skirt and make you ride my pink cock like the sweet little slut you are for me. You are, aren’t you? You’re Mommy’s sweet and pretty, pretty slut.”

He nods, but that isn’t good enough. “Say it.” You order, careful to keep your tenor calming and gentle, as if lulling him to sleep.

“I’m your slut, Mommy.” The sentence trembles out of him as he ventures his hand down to sneak a nudge against his likely aching cock.

“No, no.” you scold, still gentle and loving. “That isn’t what I asked. Tell me what you are.”

You’ve let him touch himself once, so he presses his luck and does it again. “I’m your sweet and pretty slut.”

“Yes, you are.” your legs spread for him once more in reward. “Why do you keep touching yourself? Is your cock hard?”

A deep, faltering breath lifts his shoulders momentarily. “As a rock.”

“Let me see.” you order so gently it could almost pass for a request, though he certainly understands that you aren’t asking.

His hands move to fumble with his belt, eyes on you with questions burning in them, he wants to be sure he hasn’t misunderstood, he doesn’t want to overstep.

“Mmm-hmm...” you encourage, circling your clit with a feathery sigh that makes him whine low in his throat. “Show me.”

He tugs it out of his jeans there in the doorway, on the floor, while you look on from your throne of a bed, holding it in his fist like a gift...an offering to his goddess.

“Lie down.” again, the dictation is issued softly, like a sonnet.

Confused, he moves to stretch out with his back to the carpet but you shake your head. “No, baby. I want your cock against the floor, hands above your head, eyes closed.”

He steals a flash of a glimpse at you, and like it’s the first time, you’re momentarily quieted by his beauty. Once he is positioned right, you allow a quiet moan to quiver over your tongue, knowing how badly he’ll want to see what you’re doing to yourself to elicit that sound. “Look at my beautiful Jakey,” you praise. “Laid out on the floor for me just because I asked. What if I came over and wiped my feet on you like a pretty little welcome mat?”

“I wish you would.” he breathes, clutching lightly at the rug below him, nuzzling his cheek into the plush pile. “I should be so lucky.”

Fuck. He is perfect!

“I want you to grind your cock on the floor.” the tiny gasp that hitches into his lungs as he listens makes you smile. “Move around until you find an angle that feels good, sweet boy, and then fuck your aching cock into the carpet for Mommy. Eyes closed, remember, and no hands.”

A strangled sound ghosts out of him as he begins to circle his hips around, searching for the position that feels best, a languid sigh escaping him when he finds it.

“There you go, baby.” you nod, though he can’t see you. “Look at you, fucking the floor. I adore you, but you’re fucking pathetic. You know who wouldn’t do this?” The lid on that jar full of rage twists off. “Sammy.”

A noise of shock and anger sounds out of him but you charge on. “If I told Sammy to get on the floor and grovel for me– and I would because he’s so fucking gorgeous and delicate– he’d probably snatch me up and fuck me into the wall, he’d make me grovel instead.”

He is angry, you can hear it in his response, but still he heeds your instructions and fucks the floor. “Stop.” One word, yet it carries the muted fury, hurt, and sexual tension, of a thousand.

“Oh,” you feign ignorance. “Does that upset you? That I want to fuck your pretty brother? That I’d like to climb into his lap and ride his thick cock until I don’t even remember you fucking exist? God, I bet he fucks like he plays, I bet he just...”

“Fucking stop!” he cries out, begging for mercy, yet still grinding away at the carpet. “I knew you were there, okay? I knew you were listening...I made it up so you’d get upset. I wanted the strap. I wanted my mommy.” The last bit rushes out in a hurry, as if he’s embarrassed by his admission.

It’s a little like a delicious physical blow, to hear that it wasn’t true, that he’d made up his desire for this phantom girl simply because he wanted this so badly.

“Jakey,” you soothe. “Sit up.”

He pulls himself up on his knees and you are met with the breathtaking sight of him, gorgeous and flushed, hard and leaking, panting and squirming.

“You can just ask for what you want, baby. I love this as much as you do, I don’t have to be upset to give it to you this way.” you assure him. “If you want my cock, just say so.”

A mischievous glint winks in his eye, “I want your cock, Mommy.”

Returning his wicked stare, you shake your head. “Well now you’re in trouble, sweet boy, so you’re gonna have to earn my cock in your ass.”

“Fuck...” the obscenity shakes out of him lowly.

“Come here.” you curl your finger, beckoning him forward as you rise to your feet next to the bed.

He moves to stand but you put a fast stop to it. “Hands and knees, now.”

Pitching himself forward, he moves across the room, crawling closer and closer until he waits at

your feet.

“You’re my good little baby aren’t you?” you praise, stroking his glossy hair. “My sweet boy, my pretty fucking slut.”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.” he whispers, leaning into your touch.

Your grip tightens in his hair and pulls his face to your core. “Be a good boy and eat mommy’s cunt...I want to cum.”

With a rumble deep in his chest, his face buries into your heat, sucking and licking like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to taste you as you stand above him like the judge, jury, and executioner.

When his tongue sweeps, hot and insistent, over the bud of your clit, a moan rolls past your swollen, parted lips. “That’s it, Jakey...” you nod, yanking him up closer to you. “You know just how I like it, don’t you? Aren’t you the sweetest thing for me?”

“Cum for me...” he begs, slurring the words as he sucks away at you. “Please? Right in my mouth? That’s all I want. I’ll go to sleep hard and desperate if it means you’ll let me taste it.” his hands run up the length of your thighs and sink into your hips. “I want it so fucking bad, mommy...let it go. All over my face. Please...”

His shameless begging, and the pressure of his grip digging into your skin, and his ungodly sinful tongue, sends you spiraling, and suddenly you’re fucking yourself against his mouth. Holding him still against you by his hair as you ride his tongue, chasing a desperation you hadn’t expected to feel tonight while you lorded your authority.

When you unravel above him, he proves louder than you are. Moaning and murmuring into you as you fuck his face...growling out feral sounds that make your skin prickle with heat. When you come down, you have to forcefully push him away. He fights his way back, tongue outstretched, searching for your trembling clit, until you have to swat at him, fingertips stinging against his wet cheek.

“On the bed for me, baby...” you hum, stroking the place you’ve just smacked.

He stares longingly at your still twitching cunt, then reluctantly climbs onto the bed after tossing his shirt to the floor and kicking off his pants.

“On your knees, Jakey.” you purr, trailing a single finger down the back of his thigh. “You’re gonna get what you wanted so badly now. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” he clutches at the sheets, nodding frantically into them. “Fuck me, mommy. Take care of me.”

A knot twists to life low in your belly as you listen to him beg and whine, tugging his boxer briefs down his thighs. “Relax for me, sweetheart.” You keep your voice quiet and calming as you lean in to drag your tongue over him.

“Shit...” he hisses, backing up closer to your mouth.

“Mommy knows what you need,” you promise, lapping over him slowly.

“Feels so good,” his words whimper out of him, and your cunt pulses harder with each one. He sounds like a needy angel.

You spoil him a little longer and then give him a gentle smack on the side of his thigh, “You stay right here, sweet boy.” leaning up you lick the shell of his ear and then hum into it. “I’m about to rock your fucking world, Jakey. Say thank you.”

He nods rapidly, and to your delight, his tongue slips out and licks over the pillow beneath him as if he’s just that tightly wound, in need of an outlet any way possible. “Thank you, mommy. You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve it.”

Dropping your mouth closer to his, you lick into it, giving his wandering tongue a purpose. “You most certainly do deserve it, my love.” you insist on the pull back. “You deserve the world.”

He shudders and sighs your name, but you pull away, leaving him to sound out the quietest wails of desire imaginable...barely sounds at all– as you dig out the strap. A treasure amongst treasures, it waits quietly for such long stretches in between these nights, and once it emerges, you’re always a little shocked by how pleased you are to be reunited with it...the pretty pink accomplice that helps you reduce this beautiful man before you into a quivering puddle of euphoric release.

You’ve become adept at strapping it securely, and in no time at all, you are knelt behind him, dragging the tip, dripping with lube, in gentle circles over him as he pants and moans for more.

“I don’t want you to touch yourself at all...” you croon out, sweeping your free hand over the small of his back. “Mommy wants to make you cum. Alright, sweetheart?”

“Alright.” he sounds so small. Meek, even. But also, so fucking ready...there’s a hint of impatience in his submission, proving how badly he wants this, and how long he has waited.

“How long have you been waiting for this, baby?” you ask, slowly sinking just the tip inside him. He cries out softly, and it makes your thoughts cloud.

“Days.” he admits. “I didn’t know how to ask.”

It dawns on you that no matter what you say to him, this might be something that will never be easy for him to voice, so you do what you do best, you find a way to love him by making sure he always has what he needs. “Next time you want it, just take it out of the drawer and leave it on my nightstand. I’ll find it, and then I’ll know. Would that be easier for you than having to ask?”

You push in further and he nods through a gasp. “Much easier.” he sighs. “I love you so much.”

Deeper you slide in and opt for something a little easier on the heavy in reply. “Easier than me pretending I’d like to fuck your brother in retaliation for you making me insane with jealousy?”

He laughs quietly through a gasp “Were you that jealous?”

You bottom out and grab onto his hips, burying the strap inside him to the hilt. “I was fucking out of my mind. You’re mine.”

That is that last word on the subject, and to make sure of it, you begin fucking into him with long, smooth strokes.

“Yes, mommy...” he begs, thrashing his face back and forth against the pillow. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that.”

You keep a steady pace, giving it to him no harder, no faster...he said just like that, so that’s exactly how you’ll give it until he says otherwise.

Your hands map invisible trails over his back, soothing and encouraging him with your touch. “You’re taking it so well.” he has earned your praise, and then some. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty, baby...I’m dripping just watching you take my cock. Gorgeous.”

“Faster...” he sounds choked and desperate, dancing along the edge already. “Fuck me faster, mommy. Please, please.”

“That’s my good boy...” you bury your fist in his hair, yanking gently at the roots. It is warm and damp with sweat as you fuck into him. “Tell me what you want. I want you to have it.”

“So close...” he whines a trembling noise that you want to hear over and over and over. “Please make me cum. Fuck, please.”

So many pleases, all the begging, all the fucking begging...

His hands are pressed flat to the headboard for leverage, not bracing to fuck you back, but merely to steady himself so he doesn’t hurtle away too far from you with the force of your thrusts. The pressure of your bodies meeting causes a pleasant pressure against your clit as the base of the strap nudges against you, just enough to keep the frantic throbbing there bearable. And then he’s cumming...shooting all over the sheets below, moaning and crying out for you, arching and throwing himself back until you jerk him up straight by his hair. Fucking him harder, and without mercy, his back now pressed against your tits.

“Do it again for mommy.” you urge, teeth gripping his earlobe in punctuation. “Cum for me, sweet boy. C’mon, one more time.”

“I...” he trails off and drops the back of his head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t.”

Reaching down, you find his cock rock solid still and burning to the touch. “Yes, you can. Give it up, Jakey.”

“It’s too much...” he’s whining and fidgeting, drunk with pleasured agony. “Please.”

There’s that word again.

“Again.” you coax, now sucking marks all along the length of his jugular, fucking and fucking and fucking him. “Behave yourself and do as mommy says.”

His hand moves to wrap around his cock as it bobs obscenely with your every thrust. “Don’t touch it.” you warn. “We did just fine before without your hand, we’ll do just fine without it this time too.”

A sentiment of protest creeps its way out of his beautiful lips, but you quiet him down with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat. He swallows aggressively, sending his Adam’s apple sailing against your palm, and for whatever reason, it makes you weak with need.

“Come on, pretty boy...” you borrow his word of choice for the evening. “Please?”

“Fuck...” he quakes against you. “Say that again.”

“Cum for mommy, Jakey.” your lips grace over his shoulder, no matter the silken strands of his hair that get caught in your kiss. “Please..”

His arm curls back to sink his fingers into your locks, pulling your mouth to his neck, begging you to suck him without a word. You give him what he wants, and his cock is flinging hot bursts of cum wildly the moment your mouth latches onto the side of his throat.

He falls apart loudly, and feverishly...rocking and writhing, calling for you as though you were a million miles away, begging for what he has already been given and thanking you breathlessly for it.

When he finds himself back on earth, you allow him to slump forward and catch his breath. Finally able to think straight once again, he asks so gently, so absolutely tentatively it makes you want to weep. “Do you need my cock, mommy?”

You feel like you haven’t enjoyed an orgasm in years, you’re so worked up, (though it was just a blink ago that you were riding his face), but you know how taxed his entire system must be. “Don’t worry about me, baby.” you smile, easing the strap out of him.

“Let me make you cum again.” a shiver thrums visibly through him when you pull out completely. “I can do it for you, I promise.”

He rolls over and pulls you closer, yanking at the straps holding your cock in place until they give way. “Sit on my cock, mommy. I know I can keep it hard for you a little longer.”

Listening to him beg you to ride him despite the fact that you know his cock is screaming for reprieve, sets your entire world on fire. “Fuck, Jakey...” you growl, sounding untamed and feral “You’re such a good boy.”

He nods and guides you down onto him, shuddering and nearly chewing holes into his beautiful lips as you begin to ride him hard and fast, fucking his cock as he fights to keep it from going soft inside you.

With rapt attention, you watch as two fat tears fall from his squeezed shut eyes, rolling down his temples to disappear into his hair.

“Are you crying, baby?” you taunt gently, pounding yourself down into his lap.

“It’s too...” he sucks in a sharp breath when you angel your hips. “....much. Please, mommy.”

“Please, what?” You taunt lovingly.

“Please cum...” his fingers are worrying bruises into your waist as they fight not to throw you off of his shivering cock.

“You first.” you know he can’t but you expect his reaction will be delectable.

He doesn’t disappoint. His eyes snap open beneath his sweating, furrowed brow. “No...I can’t. Please, please, please, please....”

The word begins to breathe out of him with every exhale and you let it guide you to your end, that beautiful pleading, you let it drag you under along with the head of his cock rutting against you just right deep inside.

The moment you collapse against him he shoves his hand between your sweaty bodies and pulls his cock free of your warm, wet grip with a sound you’ve never heard before, a sound that almost makes you yearn for round two...almost.

After a long, comfortable stretch of silence as you linger together in that breathtaking space only the two of you exist in, he rolls you off and tucks himself around you.

You know that soon the shower will be calling to you both, as will the kitchen for a cool drink, and maybe a shared midnight snack, but for now it is only you and Jake floating in the sea of each other.

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Honey

Josh Kiszka X fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Ball gag, handcuffs, oral (m/rec), overstimulation if you squint, I think thats it, this is mostly fluff.

He was so beautiful like this. All the time really, but especially like this. Only you got to see him like this, and you loved it.

You had known when he came home and instantly was on you. Needy, some days your baby was needy, clingy, and touch starved.

When he got like this, 9 times out of 10 he wanted to be used, and then treasured. You were always more than happy to give that to him.

So here you were, his hard cock in your mouth as you bobbed your head. His hands were in cuffs in front of him, per his request so he could still touch you. His fingers desperately tangled in your hair as they followed your movements. He knew he was under no circumstances to apply any pressure, he was lucky he could touch you at all.

You could hear the muffled whines and grunts coming from his mouth. You pulled off of him with a pop and looked up to him. You couldn't hide your smug grin as you played your fingers over his abdomen.

"Even with that ball gag in I can still hear all your pretty little noises baby" You said as you leaned forward, swiping the drool leaking down his chin and placing your hand back on his cock, slicking it further. You peppered kisses over his jaw, smiling against his skin as he craned his neck.

"Mhmm" He hummed, mumbling something after. You weren't certain on the exact words, but you made out 'please' and 'cum'.

"I know Josh, I'm gonna make you cum baby" You moved back down, settling between his legs, "Suck it slow and deep just how you like, let you cum down my throat, hows that?"

You didn't give him a chance to answer before descending back down onto him, taking him down your throat.

His response was a moan followed by praises mumbled around the rubber in his mouth as he bucked his hips into you. You let this slide, knowing how bad he wanted it.

You bobbed your head, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks, flattening your tongue and taking him as deeply as you could. His grip on your hair tightened, his eyes rolling back as his cock twitched against your tongue. You swallowed his release down, relishing the taste and the warmth.

You removed your mouth, licking softly at his head as a few more drops appeared. He squirmed under you, huffing a laugh and grabbing your face gently to prompt you to stop.

"Alright, alright" You giggled as you crawled up his body and felt him relax. You unclasped the ball gag, carefully removing it from his mouth. You kissed his jaw, massaging it gently as he closed his mouth. His half-lidded eyes looked at you as you pulled away.

He was clearly worn out. You had been edging him for a while before letting him finally cum. That lazy smile graced his lips as he watched you move to undo the handcuffs.

"How are you?" You asked, tossing the handcuffs to the ground and rubbing his wrists.

"Good" he said softly, taking his hands from your grip and pulling you down to him. "Thank you love"

He shifted with you on the mattress, you on your back and him snuggling into your side, his head on your chest. He draped his arm over your middle and his leg over yours, placing innocent loving kisses onto the round of your breast.

As much as you loved reducing Joshua to a mess, this was your favorite part most days. Getting to spoil him after. He didn't let it happen often, he was usually spoiling you. You savored these moments where you got to just shower him with attention and love.

His chest vibrated against you as he let out a content hum. You smiled to yourself as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. Your fingers danced up and down his arm as the other gently scratched at his scalp. He loved when you played with his hair, he told you every time you did it almost.

You knew if he wanted to, he could fall asleep right now, but you weren't ready for the night to end. You wanted to treasure him some more.

"Have you gotten to shower since you got home?" You spoke barely above a whisper,

"Why? Do I smell?" He turned his head and smelled his armpit,

"No" You laughed as you looked down to him, holding him a little tighter, "I just thought you might want to take a bath together?"

"That sounds nice actually," He sat up slowly, propping himself on his elbows, "Can we use one of those bath explosion things"

"A bath bomb?" You giggled, he nodded with a grin "Yes we can, I'll go get it running."

You climbed off the bed, heading into the bathroom leaving Josh sprawled out on the bed. You didn't need to turn around to know he was watching your naked form walk across the room.

You turned on the water, getting it the right temperature and plugging the drain to let it begin to fill. You opened the little basket where you kept your assortment of bath bombs. You pulled out 2,

"Vanilla or eucalyptus?" You asked as you padded back into the bedroom, walking over to the bed. Josh sat up on the edge and you held out each option for him to smell.

"This one, eucalyptus" he said after some consideration. You turned to head back to the bathroom but he stopped you, hand on your wrist as he pulled you back to standing between his legs. One hand landed on your hip and the other grabbed your chin gently, tilting your face down slightly to capture his lips in a kiss.

"What was that for?" you asked as you pulled away

"For always taking care of me" He said, thumb rubbing slow circles over your hip bone.

"It's not a big deal, I like spoiling you" you replied, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom

"It's a big deal to me, y/n." He turned you towards him, making you realize how serious he was, "I know that no matter what kind of day I have, I have you to come home to, and that makes every day a little easier."

You felt your heart melt

"I know you will always know what I need, even when I don't, and I love you for it" he finished, kissing your forehead.

"Would you stop it before you make me cry" You shoved his chest playfully, causing him to crinkle his nose when he laughed,

"Alright, I'll stop for now, I just hope you know how appreciated you are" He said, finally stepping into the tub, motioning with his eyes that he wanted you behind him.

"I know babe, you always find ways to remind me" You sunk into the water behind him, placing a leg on either side of his body and kissing his shoulder. "And I love you too"

He ran his hands up and down your legs as he got comfortable, the warm water causing his cheeks to blush ever so slightly.

"Will you wash my hair? It always feels so nice when you do it," he leaned back against you, turning his head to look at you as he spoke,

"Of course I will," little did he know that was on your favorite things too. He kissed your neck before slowly sitting up, careful not to splash the water from the tub. He handed you his shampoo and conditioner bottles.

You loved the scent of his hair products, they were some organic expensive brand. You went through the motions of washing his hair, taking your time to massage his scalp, a moan slipping past his lips,

"I think you might like this more than what just happened in the bedroom" You teased, causing him to turn and give you a shy smile, "Tilt your head back"

He handed you the showerhead and tilted his head. You carefully washed out the shampoo, being careful not to get any in his eyes. You went through the same steps with the conditioner. Once you had finished Josh once again leaned back against you, taking your arms and loosely wrapping them around his middle as he relaxed into you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence until the water had started to get cold,

"What do you want to do after this?" you paused as you thought, "Movie? Book? Right to sleep?"

"I'm not too tired yet surprisingly, movie sounds good" he replied, "Will you make me one of those mug cake things I like?"

"The chocolate one or the one with blueberries?" you asked, making sure you knew which one he wanted.

"The blueberry one, with the honey on top" he glanced to you, those puppy dog eyes making an appearance. It wasn't intentional on his part, he was genuinely asking if you'd do this for him.

"Sure, I'll go work on it while you do your post shower hair regimen" You poked fun at him as you raised from the water. You liked to tease that he had more hair products than you.

"Oh don't start" He said with a roll of his eyes as he swatted at your ass. You dodged it as you grabbed your towel, drying off and then handing a towel to Josh.

You left him in the bathroom, slipping on a pair of cotton sleeping shorts and a big t-shirt. You had started to head to the kitchen when he poked his head out of the bathroom, a towel situated low on his hips.

"Whats this?" he asked, you walked over to see what he had.

"Oh, thats a new face mask I got, I haven't tried it yet,"

he opened it and sniffed it,

"Do you want to try it?" You asked, knowing he probably wouldn't just openly ask.

"How do I-" He started dipping his finger in it.

"Here, come on" you giggled as you walked him back into the bathroom. You grabbed the little rubber spatula from the cabinet.

You climbed up onto the sink, sitting and bringing Josh to stand between your legs. You brushed some of the damp curls from his face, dipping the spatula in the mask and starting to gently spread it on his face. His eyes traveled your face, like he was taking it in for the first time. You used to cower under his stare, but had gotten to him admiring you, he did it often.

"You're really getting the full spa experience today aren't you Joshy" you said as you covered the last bit of skin,

A toothy grin spread on his face, revealing that adorable little tooth gap.

"Here," He said, taking the tub and spatula, "Can't leave you out"

He started applying it to your face. You watched as he bit the inside of his cheek, concentrating as he did it. You couldn't stop the smile that took over your face,

"What?" He giggled,

"You, you're just cute" You admitted, he rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went back to his task. After a few minutes he stepped back and admired his work,

"There," He said, "How long do we leave it on?"

"Like 15 minutes," you looked at the directions on the tub, "Just do your hair routine and then you can wash it off with warm water" you hopped off the counter, "I'll go make the mug cakes." he nodded and stepped to the side to let you exit the bathroom.

You were working in the kitchen mixing the ingredients in your and Josh's mugs, taking a minute to rinse your face off in the sink when the mask needed to come off.

You were sprinkling the blueberries in Josh's mug when you saw him come around the corner. You smiled when you realized he was wearing one of your hoodies, boxer briefs on his bottom half.

"Thief" you said playfully as he came up behind you, looking over your shoulder to watch you finish mixing. He smiled, kissing your cheek, his curls tickling your face. You reached your hand up and caressed his cheek, noticing how soft it was.

"Are they almost ready?" he rested his chin on your shoulder,

"Yup, just gotta put them in the microwave" You shifted to do so, and he stepped with you, not wanting to let you go. "Can you get the honey?"

"I've got my honey" He said attacking you with kisses, you bubbled with laughter, head falling back against him,

"That was sooo cheesy Joshua" You shook your head, trying to squirm away from him "Just get the honey" He grinned at your reaction and obliged, walking over to the pantry.

He brought it over, putting some on top of his cake when it got out of the microwave. He grabbed spoons for the both of you and handed you one when you took your cake out of the microwave this time.

"Thank you, baby" He said as he walked over and kissed your temple.

"Mhmm" You hummed as you licked some of the honey from your spoon. You gave him a mischievous grin and he quirked a brow at you, "First one back to the bed gets to choose the movie" You rushed out before taking off to run back to the bedroom. Josh cackled a laugh as he ran after you,

"Thats not fair you got a head start!"

You did indeed make it to the bed first, Josh right behind you. You ended up picking a movie you knew he liked anyways. It didn't really matter what was on the tv anyways. The two of you cuddled into the bed, eating your mug cakes and talking each other's days, not really paying attention to the movie at all.

Edward Munson my beloved

(What sharp teeth he has...)