Josh Kiszka X Reader
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Josh Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual contact, language, dom/sub, collaring, exhibitionism (if you squint), dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex, references to Almost Famous (go watch that masterpiece), probably some other things I forgot.
Special thanks to @jake-kiszkas-smirk for supplying me with this delicious pic of our lord and savior
A tiny Grecian God, that’s how you might describe him were you asked to right now.
“Tiny” might ruffle another’s feathers; might make him feel less than, and emasculated…but Josh? That beautiful man is a horse of a different color.
He embraces who he is without thought. It has never occurred to him that his stature might have any bearing on who he is, or how he’s perceived…and he’s absolutely right. It doesn’t.
Except, that’s a bit of a white lie, isn’t it? Something about that miniature frame of his, still backed by such solidity and confidence…
It really does it for you.
The man is a powerhouse. A fiery stick of dynamite - small and unassuming…yet, packing a wild, lasting punch.
At this moment, he is glittering in gold, messily fixing himself a cocktail, rhinestones only half-complete across his flawless face.
He looks wild, curls twisting this way and that insanely atop his perfect head. Eyes shining and flashing with nerves and anticipation. Soft cock displayed like rock and roll art beneath his second skin of a jumpsuit.
“Hello, Penny.” He teases when he catches sight of you in the mirror, staring at his reflection.
It’s an inside joke that you can’t remember the start of any longer, it’s been so long running. In moments backstage like this, you’re his Penny Lane. A nod to an iconic, fictional, groupie in a movie too mainstream for him to readily admit to loving.
“Hello, tiny dancer.” You smile at him through the mirror and move forward as he turns to properly greet you. “Your face is lopsided.”
Your thumb traces over the shimmering studs adorning only one of his cheeks.
“Yeah?” His arms wrap around your waist. “Well, your face is heart-stopping, star fucker.”
A laugh, much too loud for the intimate moment, bubbles out of you as he watches on, loving you just a little more than he did ten seconds ago. Though, he would have thought that impossible.
“Star fucker?”
“That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” He pulls you in, palm firmly splayed across your lower back until your hips are pressed together. “Sneaky girl charmed her way backstage to procure a moment alone with the front man? Wanna run home and tell all your friends about Josh Kiszka’s big dick?”
“Are you drunk already?” You giggle, rolling your eyes at his nonsense.
“Maybe so, Penny…” he grins, grinding a little harder against you. “Maybe so. A dash of inebriation makes for a hell of a show. And here I stand, the world but a stage.”
There’s that hint of his transatlantic accent that holds such a dear place in your heart. On occasion, he sounds born of Hollywood’s golden era. As if he might suddenly grab his fedora and leave you in a cloud of Lucky Strike smoke as you weep prettily in a gauzy dressing gown.
Or perhaps, it’s the other way around, and it’s he that is the gentle damsel in love, leaning back seductively in your embrace. His parted lips and throat exposed, waiting for your kiss in a black and white room flickering across the silver screen.
Katharine Hepburn with a tambourine.
“Well, you just remember who you belong to when you’re out there counting the stars in their eyes.” you push him away fondly and grab territorially at his chest. “Your tits look phenomenal in this suit, by the way.”
His eyelashes bat so subtly you doubt he’s even aware of the butterflies he’s stirred to life in your stomach. “I love it when you objectify me.”
Slipping your hand beneath the silken fabric, you tease over his nipples, two light pinches curling into the tiny pebbles of flesh. “Your throat, too.” a warm kiss lingers, in order to bask in the gentle thump of his pulse for a moment. “If I had a cock, all pretty and hard, you know what I’d do with it?”
A huffing breath rolls out of him, famished and needful, already.
He is weak for these rare occasions with you. These moments when you fall into the waters of your constant, unbridled desire and sink fully to the filthy depths. “Tell me.”
“I’d slide it right here.” You graze your hand up between his perfectly defined pectoral muscles. “I’d make you press them together for me. I’d fuck them…and then I’d cum right here. “ You tap at his throat and a soft, hollow sound emanates from his Adam’s apple. “I’d paint your blushing skin just like you do mine.”
“Fuck…” the whimper that tumbles out of him is deliciously, sinfully, hauntingly, submissive. “C’mon, pen…” he’s trying to twist you around now, longing to bend you over the table. “We don’t have long.”
“Did you even notice it?” You question, lending a coy and mysterious tone to your pondering.
“Notice what, love?” He hums, charting maps with his lips and tongue wherever his mouth happens to land. Pulling at your cut up Greta shirt until it’s bunched up carelessly, showcasing the rounded tops of your breasts, and the simple black satin that cradles them.
“That.” Your explanation is colored with nonchalance as you point over his shoulder.
He turns, takes note of the discrete package, and then reaches out for it with one hand still firmly wrapped around the small of your waist.
“Penny lane came bearing gifts?” He teases with a wink. “Trying to buy your way into a comfy seat on my cock, are we?”
“Don’t be stupid,” you smirk, playing up the smug flare that is coursing through you, head to toe. “That seat already has my name written all over it. Now, open your gift.”
At last, he releases you in order to play into your little power trip. “What could it be?” He’s taking his time, carefully easing open the flimsy, plastic tablecloth from catering that serves as wrapping paper. You, having made do in a pinch.
Refusing to entertain his questioning, you simply lean back and quietly soak in his movements, impatient for the confusion you'll surely find when he sees the gift for what it is.
True to fantasy, his eyes light up like someone has screwed bulbs into his temples, gears turning as he attempts to work it out in his head. Fingers traveling reverently over the dainty, golden chain and the tiny key that dangles delicately from it.
It is undeniably lovely. Elegant. Unique. Timeless. And he is all of these things - still, this particular piece is decidedly not Josh. Though, he is far too kind to let on.
“It’s beautiful.” He smiles, shaking off the fact that it seems an odd present. You’ve never given him jewelry before, he thinks, but he’ll treasure it all the same. “Why do I get the feeling you’ll steal this and wear it more often than I do?”
You nod, rolling the secret around on your tongue like a lemon drop.
Slipping your index finger through the chain, you lift it out of the box. He watches it wink and catch the light..oblivious that there are more surprises to be had.
“You’re right. I will wear it more.” You agree. “Because it’s mine.”
His shoulders slump almost imperceptibly. He’s such a sucker for a little gift; almost childlike with his affinity for anything wrapped up pretty and presented with a bit of pomp and circumstance.
“Oh, don’t look so somber, tiny dancer.” You smile gently, Running the tip of your finger down the perfect slope of his nose. “I’d never leave you out. Go have a little look in my bag.”
He follows your line of sight, anticipation alive in his eyes once again - then sidles over to the couch, excitement evident in his bare-footed step.
Practically sizzling with suspense, you’re laser-focused on his reaction as he pulls your bag open and stares down into the abyss that is your catch all.
A breath hitches in his throat deliciously when the cards fan into place.
“Is this a collar?” He asks quietly, the rumble of his lowest register causing a chill, like icy fingers, at the nape of your neck.
A slow, sly grin graces your lips and serves as his answer.
He displays it, as if you’ve never seen it before, as if you weren’t the one to carefully select it. It isn’t blatant. In fact, it could pass for an intricate necklace…a choker. Which is exactly why you were drawn to it.
“Yeah?” His eyes, heavy and swimming with palpable want, rise to meet your gaze. “You want to be all mine, pen? You want me to slip this around your neck and make you my pretty little pet?”
“No, no…” you pluck the collar out of his grasp and sweep your touch over the cool, shining gold. It exactly matches the gold that will shimmer flamboyantly against his jumpsuit and dazzle the crowd tonight as he works the stage, and their hearts. “This is for you, sweetheart. You’re going to be my pet tonight.”
“And if I say no?” He counters, just to stir the pot a smidge. He can’t help himself.
“Well,” you offer a tiny shrug. “If you really don’t want to, you can always use your safe word and this goes no further. However, if you want to say no just to earn a reaction, I’ll save you the trouble…”
You wait a beat, and he nods, biting the inside of his lip in an attempt to mask his enthusiasm.
Your thumb dips into the warm, wet heaven of his mouth. “If you say no just to misbehave, I’ll have no misgivings about putting you over my knee.”
He sucks, tongue swirling over the ridges of your fingerprint as the smallest whimper makes itself known in the back of his throat.
“Oh, did you like that?” You tease with a questioning tilt of your head. “You want mama to make it hurt a little until you’re my very good boy again?”
He pulls back with a muted pop, reaching to pull you into his arms. “Fuck, baby…c’mon, just a quick one before the show. I’m so fucking hard.”
You snap your fingers, a swift crack of a pop in his face to catch his attention and remind him of who is in the driver’s seat. “Settle down.” You soothe, while hanging on to an edge in your tone. “I think you need to find your center and take a deep breath.”
His fingers wander up your thigh with a suggestive tilt of his head, “I think I need to find your center and…”
You push him away with unwavering, yet loving force. “I said settle down…and you need to do something about this,” your fingers tap a light rhythm over his achingly hard cock through his jumpsuit and a soft, breathless moan calls back to you, relishing the attention of your touch where he wants it most.
“You do something about that, Penny.” He’s being a world class brat, but carrying out his insubordination via a delectably gravely tone, so you decide to allow it. “C’mon, you know just what I need, baby…just how I like it. Make me feel good. Don’t make me go out there hard and hurting.”
“You know,” you sigh, shaking your head in mild annoyance. “You’re being very bossy, but sort of whiny at the same time. I’m not sure what to do with you.”
He pulls you close, clinging to you with warm, electric, lust “You know exactly what to do with me.”
“You’re right.” You nod, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. Releasing him, you aim a finger at the vanity chair. “You just be a good boy and sit. I’ll finish your face before we put it on.”
He slinks down into the seat begrudgingly, casting a rueful stare up at you. “Don’t leave me like this.”
You grab the tiny cup of rhinestones, “Hush.”
“Wait,” it’s as though it has suddenly dawned on him. “Before we put what on?”
“Your collar.” You offer offhandedly, inspecting the placement of his glittering jewels in order to line them up correctly.
“On stage?” He pulls back, tugging his chin out of your tender grasp. “You can’t be serious.”
Your touch goes right back to holding him in place, tilting him upward until you can stare down into his chocolate eyes. “I’m very serious. I won’t attach the lead. And you know your safe word, so I suspect this little song and dance is just that - a song and dance. You want this just as much as I do. Likely more. You’re fighting me just to fight me. Stop.”
A slow nod and lazy lull of his eyelids only stand to confirm what you already knew. “There’s mama’s angel. Now you just breathe and be still, the quiet before the storm is good for you.”
“Are you referring to the show or yourself?” He smiles softly, easing back into the chair to allow your work.
“Me, tiny dancer.” You whisper, face close enough to nudge the tip of his nose with your own. “I am always the storm.”
~
For the first half of the show, you watch from the wings. Positively intoxicated by him, as always.
He becomes someone else entirely when he marches his way out into the lights. Feeds off the adrenaline powering through his veins like the sweetest drug. Steals the energy the fans readily give, and uses it to further sink his teeth into their hearts. He takes a little piece of them and leaves them with a chip of himself in return. They, forever his…and he, forever theirs.
Tonight, you’re there, too. Claiming him with that beautiful bit of gold latched and locked around his throat. Removable only by a turn of the key that rests against your breastbone.
Mine! You long to taunt out into the crowd like a bratty little girl gifted with a coveted doll.
Reluctantly, you leave him to it, with his three brothers to back him, while you ready for his return backstage. If only they would scrap the encore. You should feel guilty wishing to rob the fans of but a few more stolen moments. And usually, you would. Normally, such a thought would never even cross your mind to begin with, but tonight….
You hear Danny and Sam first, loping down the hall outside the dressing room door, loudly joking and laughing, stroking one another’s egos over a job well done.
Jake, quiet and reflective after a show, has probably already padded by unnoticed, likely berating himself silently over a mistake or two no one else even came close to noticing. He is hard on himself to a punishing degree, and it breaks your heart, but you’ll worry about platonically tending to his wounds later.
You watch the handle turn from your regal perch on the couch. Straight-backed, yet casual and self assured, you remind him of royalty…but it’s good that you aren’t privy to that fact yet, lest your head swell any further.
He has hardly had a chance to close the door when you order him to his knees.
He looks sinful. Flushed with color, eyes flashing, chest still heaving with exertion, curls askew and chaotic. He resembles a madman, and if you had a straight jacket at the ready, you’d wrangle him into it and fuck him like an insatiable nurse in an asylum.
You curl a finger at him, beckoning him closer “Come here.”
“Let me grab a towel first, pen.” He implores with no real conviction. “My face is all sweaty.”
“My thighs will work just fine, rockstar.” You click a heel harshly on the floor, summoning him. The spike of your pump drives a tiny wedge in the hardwood. You might feel badly for the damage if you could think about anything other than him, on his knees like a fallen god.
“Yeah?” He throws you a flirty smirk. “You want my mouth? You want me to baby that little wet cunt until you cum real sweet all over my tongue?”
“Save it.” You sigh, “I’m the front man now. So you just do as you’re told and look pretty. Then we’ll see if you’ve earned a rose.”
Pulling open the thin, waffle weave robe that should have been reserved for his after performance shower, you let him in on the secret: your heels are the only thing adorning your body, aside from that golden key reflecting the light with a wink…and you’ve been stretched out on the couch facing a very unlocked door with but a lightweight robe to guard your nonexistent innocence.
He turns to lock the door, but you stop him with a mere shake of your head. “You’ve just worn a collar in front of thousands and now you’ve found your modesty? No. If someone wants to come in and watch what a good boy you’re about to be for mama, let them.”
“Baby…”
“I said, let them.” You snap breathily, with another crack of your heel.
He winces at the noise, but it’s a lovely little moan of a sound that causes a tiny smile to tug at the corners of your lips.
“Yeah, c’mere, sweet boy…” you coax. “You want to so badly. I can feel it, how much you need me. I’m right here, baby.”
He starts to make his way closer, shuffling on his knees awkwardly, but then wisely thinks better of it and falls forward onto his palms, crawling on all fours. Wardrobe will have a field day with the white velvet knees of his jumpsuit.
“There’s mama’s good boy.” You praise softly, like a lullaby. “What would they all say if they could see you crawling for me? Those powerful hands that held their hearts just moments ago, on the dirty floor just to get a taste.”
“They don’t really want me that way.” He’s fishing for compliments as he bridges the gap between you slowly, but you know it stems from a well hidden, but very real nonetheless, sapling of self doubt that unfortunately flourishes inside his head. He didn’t seek this life out, and he still feels out of place in it now and then.
You arch a brow and roll your ankle, seductively bringing attention to the black leather you’ll have pressed into his back soon enough, with his angelic face between your legs. “Oh, no? Is that why you parade yourself around for them the way you do? The way you tease them with that pretty, soft cock that isn’t always quite so soft? The way you move like you’re fucking? Because they don’t want you that way?”
“Say more things like that.” He sighs, now close enough to rest his forehead against your silken shin.
“You’re a whore for praise,” you run your fingers through his dampened curls, raking your nails against his scalp. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No.” He lies boldly.
You know he wants to hear you say it again. He is surrounded with constant accolades from nearly every angle. The wunderkind in a genre dominated by seasoned, legendary heroes. He likes a bit of degradation now and then, as well. ‘Knock me down a peg or two’ his eyes whisper.
But, again, you’re steering this ship tonight.
“Well then, I wouldn’t want to spoil the record.” You pull him in close by the hair, and then closer still with your fingers tucked into his collar “My cunt is wet and lonely, tiny dancer. Why don’t you make me feel a little better?”
“Fuck…” the obscenity groans out of him low and long, and you throb at the sound of it. Nearly a growl. Animalistic and needful. Hungry. Primal.
You effectively shut him up with another harsh pull on his collar, burying his face between your legs. He shakes his head back and forth greedily - you are the elusive mirage he has been hunting down in the desert, and now you are his at last…quenching an ancient thirst.
“That’s it…” you breathe, rocking your hips up into his kiss. “Doing such a good job already. Were you thinking about this the whole time on stage? Famished for my cunt in that gorgeous mouth of yours?”
He nods eagerly, but refuses to stop long enough to answer you properly, which just so happens to be exactly the way you want it.
“Take it out.” You command softy, sucking in a hiss when the tip of his tongue laps over your swollen clit just right.
He’s fighting his way out of the confines of his suit instantly. Tugging his arms free of the sleeves and shoving it down his hips, mouth indulging you all the while.
You can’t get an unobstructed look, but a guttural moan vibrates into your pussy as it drips over his tongue, proving he has wrapped his fist around his neglected cock.
“Does that feel good, rockstar?” You tease, grip latched onto the collar unforgivingly. “Stroking your cock with a mouthful of pussy? Are you my sweet boy, doing so good for me?”
“I am…” he murmurs, muffled, yet eager, against your soaked folds. “Wanna make you cum.”
“Don’t worry about me.” You snatch at the golden choker, tugging him around between your legs. “You just take care of that pretty cock of yours. Fuck your fist like it’s my cunt sucking you in. Or my mouth. Or my ass.”
A long, loud, groan that borders on sounding painful, escapes him as he tugs your clit into his warm, wet mouth.
“Someone liked that.” You’re taunting him, hiding how close he has you already behind your mockery. “Wouldn’t that be lovely for your sweet cock right now? To be buried in that tight little forbidden spot? All warm, and snug, and wrong…”
“Fuck, baby…” he moans, releasing you from his kiss for but a moment. “Gonna cum…fuck, fuck fuck…”
“Up here,” you bite out harshly, yanking him up by the collar so roughly he chokes out a cough, “Right here, baby. Paint me pretty.”
His eyes lock in on where you’ve patted at your cunt to show him where you want it, and a mere second later, with a whining cry of your name, his release, hot and perfect, spills across you.
You watch with rapt attention, eagerly anticipating what you have up your sleeve next.
He catches his breath slowly, panting with his forehead buried against the softness of your stomach.
“Clean it up.” You order, lovingly petting at his hair.
“Hmm?” He sounds far away and blissfully blurry.
“Your mess.” You reiterate, with a snap of a tug on his curls. “Clean it up.”
You could laugh when he tries to rise to his feet for a towel, but instead, you hold fast to that collar that has rapidly become your very best friend. “With your mouth.”
Ever eager to please and prove his devotion to everything devious, he makes short work of the evidence. Savoring it like a fine wine. “You taste even better when I’m there too.”
You can’t hide the fond smile that plays over your lips. He loves himself almost as much as he loves you, and you like it just fine that way. He should be in love with himself as well…he is perfection, an angel floating along in this realm disguised as one of us.
How you managed to capture his affections you’ll never fully grasp.
Watching him lick the last of his release off the back of his thumb, you shake your admiration off and issue a brand new order.
“Fix your suit while I gather our things.”
“But you haven’t cum yet.” He protests with a petulant pitch in his tone.
You wave him off like it doesn’t matter as you fight to ignore the pounding, throbbing, ache between your legs. “Later.”
When, at last, you’re ready to leave, you slip the golden lead from your bag, swinging it down at your side as you make your way forward.
“Baby, there are still people out there.” He protests, but he can’t hide the intrigue in his complaint. And, as always, he knows his safe word for anything he isn’t truly comfortable with. His silence on that front speaks volumes.
“Hardly.” You click the leash in place at the back of his collar and ease him onto his feet. “Just be glad I’m not making you crawl.”
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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.
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A Cabin In The Woods - Ch4
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The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.
“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”
The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.
With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.
Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.
As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.
Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.
He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.
With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.
As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.
Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.
“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.
You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”
With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.
As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.
The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.
“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”
The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.
With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.
Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.
As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.
Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.
He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.
With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.
As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.
Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.
“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.
You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”
With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.
As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.
Sam’s eyes glinted with mischief and undeniable warmth as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. He let out a low, approving hum that reverberated in your chest, igniting an exhilarating mix of affection and anticipation. The sound stirred something deep within you, a thrill that sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. There was an undeniable power in those playful moments, a pull that beckoned you to lean into what lay ahead.
With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your sides as he slowly began to pull it over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing you to the warmth of the room, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly at the sudden exposure. It was a sharp contrast, heightened by the intimacy that flowed between you both in that moment.
“You know,” he teased, a playful lilt in his voice, “I could warm you up as quickly as I can.” His eyes roamed over you, filled with equal parts admiration and playful challenge, and the implication of his words sent another flutter through your heart.
Your breath hitched, the teasing nature of his tone wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you in the very intimacy you both craved. “Oh, is that so?” you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence even as your cheeks flushed with warmth. The playful aura of your previous debates was still there, but now it acted as a backdrop to something profoundly deeper, a thrilling chess match where desire marked each strategic move.
“Absolutely,” he replied, inching closer as he let the shirt fall to the side. The intensity in his gaze could have melted ice, and the mere thought of his promise hung tantalizingly in the air. “But I think you might need to take those shivers away first. Tell me, what would make you warmer?”
There was a breathless challenge in his tone, and you could sense the inquiry was layered—an invitation not just for physical closeness but for vulnerability. You swallowed hard, heart racing at the thought of what you were both beginning to explore, a territory ripe with emotional and physical nuances that had always threatened to spill over before.
“Maybe you should start by getting a little closer,” you replied with a playful smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly. The moment became a game of push and pull, of uncertainty and trust, and you sensed the thrill of whatever this new relationship would develop into.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in just a fraction more, hands sliding around your waist as he guided you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “But first… I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.”
With that, he pressed his lips back to your neck, continuing from where he had left off. His kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of soft warmth in their wake. You felt yourself melt further into him, the gentle caress of his lips igniting something deep within you. He pressed delicate kisses along your collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin just enough for your body to arch toward him instinctively, craving more of that tempting warmth.
“See? Starting to warm up already,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. The playful jab at your state of being only fanned the flames of excitement within you, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.
“Well, you do have a talent for it,” you admitted, the sincerity slipping past your lips almost involuntarily, making the air between you thrum with an electric current. The tension built with each second, the dynamic between you evolving, creating a bond that was undeniably deeper than anything you could have foreseen.
“I’ll admit my skills have improved,” he said, a hint of arrogance dancing in his tone, even as sincerity glimmered beneath. “But I’m only getting started.” The promise was there, thick and palpable, hanging between you as you surrendered to the warmth of the moment.
His hands found their way back to your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as he continued to explore, igniting every nerve ending as he worked to pull you close again. You looked into his eyes, your heart racing even faster now, the thrill of the unfamiliar territory you were both navigating washing over you like gentle waves.
“Then what’s next?” you challenged softly, the breath caught in your throat as you relished the newfound confidence in the burgeoning connection between you.
Sam's eyes sparkled with playful intent as he leaned back slightly, studying you in a way that sent a fresh thrill of anticipation cascading through your core. “Next? Oh, I think it’s time we find out just how well we really work together,” he replied, a teasing smirk spreading across his features.
As you gazed into his eyes, your heartbeat steadying in the newfound intimacy beneath the teasing nature of your interactions, you realized that every hopeful promise lingered on the horizon, waiting patiently for you both to explore the depths of your connection fully. And with Sam, you felt ready to meet whatever came next, eager for the journey that lay ahead.
The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.
“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”
The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.
With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.
Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.
As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.
Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.
He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.
With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.
As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.
Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.
“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.
You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”
With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.
As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.
The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.
“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”
The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.
With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.
Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.
As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.
Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.
He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.
With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.
As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.
Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.
“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.
You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”
With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.
As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.
Sam’s eyes glinted with mischief and undeniable warmth as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. He let out a low, approving hum that reverberated in your chest, igniting an exhilarating mix of affection and anticipation. The sound stirred something deep within you, a thrill that sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. There was an undeniable power in those playful moments, a pull that beckoned you to lean into what lay ahead.
With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your sides as he slowly began to pull it over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing you to the warmth of the room, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly at the sudden exposure. It was a sharp contrast, heightened by the intimacy that flowed between you both in that moment.
“You know,” he teased, a playful lilt in his voice, “I could warm you up as quickly as I can.” His eyes roamed over you, filled with equal parts admiration and playful challenge, and the implication of his words sent another flutter through your heart.
Your breath hitched, the teasing nature of his tone wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you in the very intimacy you both craved. “Oh, is that so?” you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence even as your cheeks flushed with warmth. The playful aura of your previous debates was still there, but now it acted as a backdrop to something profoundly deeper, a thrilling chess match where desire marked each strategic move.
“Absolutely,” he replied, inching closer as he let the shirt fall to the side. The intensity in his gaze could have melted ice, and the mere thought of his promise hung tantalizingly in the air. “But I think you might need to take those shivers away first. Tell me, what would make you warmer?”
There was a breathless challenge in his tone, and you could sense the inquiry was layered—an invitation not just for physical closeness but for vulnerability. You swallowed hard, heart racing at the thought of what you were both beginning to explore, a territory ripe with emotional and physical nuances that had always threatened to spill over before.
“Maybe you should start by getting a little closer,” you replied with a playful smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly. The moment became a game of push and pull, of uncertainty and trust, and you sensed the thrill of whatever this new relationship would develop into.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in just a fraction more, hands sliding around your waist as he guided you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “But first… I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.”
With that, he pressed his lips back to your neck, continuing from where he had left off. His kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of soft warmth in their wake. You felt yourself melt further into him, the gentle caress of his lips igniting something deep within you. He pressed delicate kisses along your collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin just enough for your body to arch toward him instinctively, craving more of that tempting warmth.
“See? Starting to warm up already,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. The playful jab at your state of being only fanned the flames of excitement within you, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.
“Well, you do have a talent for it,” you admitted, the sincerity slipping past your lips almost involuntarily, making the air between you thrum with an electric current. The tension built with each second, the dynamic between you evolving, creating a bond that was undeniably deeper than anything you could have foreseen.
“I’ll admit my skills have improved,” he said, a hint of arrogance dancing in his tone, even as sincerity glimmered beneath. “But I’m only getting started.” The promise was there, thick and palpable, hanging between you as you surrendered to the warmth of the moment.
His hands found their way back to your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as he continued to explore, igniting every nerve ending as he worked to pull you close again. You looked into his eyes, your heart racing even faster now, the thrill of the unfamiliar territory you were both navigating washing over you like gentle waves.
“Then what’s next?” you challenged softly, the breath caught in your throat as you relished the newfound confidence in the burgeoning connection between you.
Sam's eyes sparkled with playful intent as he leaned back slightly, studying you in a way that sent a fresh thrill of anticipation cascading through your core. “Next? Oh, I think it’s time we find out just how well we really work together,” he replied, a teasing smirk spreading across his features.
As you gazed into his eyes, your heartbeat steadying in the newfound intimacy beneath the teasing nature of your interactions, you realized that every hopeful promise lingered on the horizon, waiting patiently for you both to explore the depths of your connection fully. And with Sam, you felt ready to meet whatever came next, eager for the journey that lay ahead.
The playful atmosphere crackled with tension, a current of desire flowing between you as Sam’s teasing words hung in the air like a spell you both were leaning toward breaking. That need was only intensifying, and with a sudden surge of boldness, you reached behind his head and pulled out the hair tie that had kept Sam’s hair neatly secured earlier.
With a flick of your wrist, the hair tie sailed through the air, landing softly on the floor—a tangible token of the playful game you both had been engaging in. Sam raised an eyebrow, his teasing smirk morphing into a look of curiosity as he processed your unexpected move. Unfazed, you narrowed the distance between you, a spark of mischief dancing in your eyes.
Without wasting another moment, your fingers eagerly found their way into the soft strands of his hair. The sensation was electrifying, and as you tangled your fingers in the silky locks, you felt an exhilaration bubbling to the surface of your skin. A soft tug accompanied your movement, gently pulling him closer as you leaned into him, wanting to feel the heat radiating from his body.
Sam’s breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips at the gentle tug of your fingers. It was unexpected—a sound that sent a jolt of surprise through you. The deep timbre of his voice resonated in your chest, echoing the heat of the moment and adding a whole new layer to the intimacy unfolding between you. “Oh,” he breathed, his eyes widening slightly, catching the surprise flickering across your face.
You hadn’t anticipated such an immediate reaction from him; the way his body responded so eagerly to your touch sent a ripple of satisfaction through you. Encouraged by that stirring sound, you began to pull gently, relishing the way he leaned into your hand, inviting you to explore deeper into this newfound territory.
“Looks like someone enjoys a little bit of a rough touch,” you teased softly, your heart racing at the unexpected turn of events. The boldness of your actions stirred something primal within you, urging you to explore the wild side of this connection that seemed to pulse between you both.
Sam chuckled softly, albeit breathlessly, a hint of embarrassment mixing with the devilish grin that emerged on his lips. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” he quipped, eyes glinting with mischief anew. But there was more than just the playful challenge in the depths of his gaze; there was a tangible hunger, an invitation to dive deeper into the whirlwind you were creating together.
As your fingers continued to thread through his hair, you felt a new kind of power surging within you—the delightful surge of camaraderie mixed with something else entirely, something daring and entirely yours to explore. You reveled in the feel of his soft hair brushing against your palms, the deepening connection developing between you that felt unique to this moment. You wanted to push boundaries, to see just how far you could go while discovering each other anew.
With each gentle pull, you watched as Sam’s eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensations coursing through him. The sight of him surrendering to the sensations gave you an intoxicating rush—his reactions were your fuel, igniting an unquenchable thirst for more.
“You’re gonna use that against me, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice low and laden with challenge, sending a thrill through you with the implication of your role in his arousal. The question hung between you, warm and inviting, transforming that playful rivalry into something filled with urgent promise.
“Oh, absolutely ” you replied, a sultry smile curving your lips as a newfound determination blossomed. You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his, the thrill of impending intimacy heightening the charged atmosphere brimming with excitement.
His lips brushed against yours, before you began to graze your own against the sensitive skin of his neck, the taste of skin igniting a flame that consumed you both. Sam let out another quiet moan, more pronounced this time, and the sound sent delightful chills racing down your spine. The way his body responded ignited something deep within you, urging you to take this moment to new heights.
With encouragement echoing in that sweet sound, you intensified your efforts, marking him softly with kisses, tracing your way up to his jawline, leaving trails of warmth over his skin. “You know, I think I could get used to this little game,” you murmured against his neck, the words tumbling out with a teasing lilt.
His lips parted to respond, but instead, a low groan escaped him as you tugged on his hair once more, savoring that raw response—the simple, unfiltered pleasure that spilled from him with each subtle movement.
“Yeah? You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?” he managed to say, but the teasing lilt in his tone faded momentarily, replaced by something deeper, more primal, as your mouth continued its exploration.
You smiled at his playful remark, and a renewed sense of purpose flooded through you. Grasping his hair a bit firmer now, you enjoyed the rush of power that came with every gentle pull. “Oh, I plan to keep surprising you,” you replied softly, as you drove your kisses down his neck, your heart racing in tandem with your fervent resolve to fully indulge in this connection.
With every kiss you gave, every gentle tug of his hair, Sam seemed to melt against you further, his heartbeat echoing in rhythm with the passion that was building up. You were crossing uncharted lines together, marking new territory in ways that felt thrilling and transformative, building the kind of intimacy that had previously only existed in dreams.
As you continued to explore each other, with every whisper of your lips against his skin, the world around you fell away, leaving just the intoxicating connection that was growing stronger with each breath. The cabin held the warmth of the fire, but it was the heat radiating from both of you—two rivals turned partners in this daring venture—igniting every intimate corner of your hearts, urging you both to delve even deeper into the possibilities that lay before you. Time stretched, boundless and inviting, as the night unfolded like a beautiful promise, a secret waiting to be uncovered, moment by moment, touch by touch.
With your bold moves seeming to ignite something primal within Sam, the atmosphere in the cabin shifted as the balance of power began to tilt. The playful tension gave way to an intensified connection, one that radiated from him in waves of warmth and desire. You’d drawn him in, and now you could feel a new determination simmering beneath his teasing smirks—one that left your pulse racing in anticipation.
With a low chuckle, he leaned back slightly, assessing the moment with an intensity that sent a thrill straight to your core. “Alright, I think it’s my turn to take charge,” he declared, his voice a deep rumble that stirred excitement inside you.
Before you had a chance to respond, he gently but firmly guided you onto your back, your body sinking into the softness of the cabin floor. The chill in the air was juxtaposed against the fiery heat radiating between you, and your heart skipped a beat as he settled between your legs, the intensity of his gaze unwavering, filled with desire and a fierce protectiveness that made your breath catch.
He started at your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the collarbone, savoring the way your skin warmed beneath his lips. Each careful kiss felt like a promise, a quiet reverie shared between you both as he began to snake his way down, taking his time to explore and tease you, as hands slipped carefully under your back to keep you close.
Sam’s lips traveled slowly from the tender spot at the base of your neck, kissing his way down your torso. As his mouth glided over your skin, you could feel every pulse of heat, your core tightening with each soft caress. The way he nurtured each kiss felt almost reverential, as if he was worshipping you in this moment, drawing out every ounce of pleasure with a tenderness that enveloped you like a warm embrace.
The anticipation held you captive, and it wasn’t long before Sam reached the delicate curvature of your waist, where his mouth paused for just a heartbeat—the briefest moment suspended in time. His gaze flickered up to yours, silently asking for reassurance, wanting to ensure that you were still comfortable, still willing to delve deeper into this newfound intimacy.
Feeling the weight of his gaze, you nodded, a breathless affirmation as your heart raced in response. “I’m okay,” you whispered, encouraging him with the sincerity of your voice, urging him to continue. In that split second, it felt as if everything spiraled down to a singular truth: you wanted him, wanted this, with every fiber of your being.
With a soft, satisfied smile, he resumed his exploration, nuzzling further down your body with an eager intensity. His kisses trailed lower and lower, the warmth of his mouth leaving sparks of electric sensation lingering in their wake. When his lips finally brushed against the soft fabric of your pants, he pressed a delicate kiss just above the waistband, sending shivers cascading through your body.
And then, with a smooth, deliberate motion, he peeled away the final barriers that separated you. The sudden cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth, and your breath quickened in response, anticipation coiling tightly within you.
His mouth found you directly, kissing you softly at first, taking his time to taste and explore, as his tongue flicked teasingly against your skin. You gasped at the sensation, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him closer as waves of pleasure began to swell from that tantalizing point of contact.
“Oh God, Sam,” you breathed, a mixture of urgency and delight threading through your voice as he responded to the sound of your pleasure. Every lick, every gentle pull made you arch your back, drawing him further in, completely lost in the heady grip of sensation. The pressure built steadily, fueled by the way you could feel him sinking deeper into his own rhythm.
He continued to focus on drawing out your pleasure, his mouth nipping and teasing, savoring the gasps he elicited from you as he explored every sensitive spot. You could feel the tension gathering, pleasure building, and it was as if the world outside melted away into oblivion—only the two of you existed in that electric moment.
Your hands entwined in his hair naturally, holding him against you, anchoring yourself to the sweet warmth of him while urging him forward. “Please, don’t stop,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper, craving more of the deliberate attention he was giving you.
He responded in kind, a deep, reverberating hum vibrating through him, igniting the connection that spurred you both on. With fervor, he increased the pace, every lick and swirl of his tongue working magic on you until you felt as if you were teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.
The sensations intermingled, a symphony of throbbing bliss that enveloped your senses as Sam devoted himself fully to your pleasure. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating dance of skin on skin, breath against body, heartbeats synchronized in wild rhythm.
You were lost in it, surrendered to the rawness of the moment—a voyage of exploration that had traversed from rival banter to heartfelt intimacy, heat pooling low in your belly until it felt like an insatiable fire begging to be fanned to life. Sam’s skillful ministrations sent you spiraling into a realm beyond your previous understanding, glinting with the promise of everything yet to come.
It was no longer play; it was raw connection, an embrace of everything you had both been craving, a freedom that bound you together amidst the intimate boundaries of your desires.
“Sam!” Your voice broke through, filled with urgency, pleading for more as you felt that powerful tide rise inexorably. And through it all, you could sense his unwavering commitment to this moment, to you, as he continued to explore and elicit every ache of desire, drawing you ever closer to that blissful release…
As the waves of pleasure washed over you, fragile bursts of ecstasy rippling through every nerve ending, you felt Sam’s dedication fueling the fire simmering low in your belly. Every touch, his mouth working its magic, grounded you in the moment—a shared intimacy that felt both intoxicating and serene. But just as you felt on the cusp of something profound, Sam pulled back slightly, lifting his head to meet your gaze.
Panting softly, his eyes focused intently on yours, he searched for something deeper, a silent assurance that you were ready for the next step. “Are you sure?” he murmured, voice low and filled with an earnestness that sent a warm flutter through your heart. It was a question that held both weight and tenderness, a simple inquiry layered with unspoken vulnerability and respect for the space between you.
You nodded, your breath catching as you gazed back at him, filled with a deeper understanding of the path before you. “I’m sure, Sam. I want this,” you assured him, your voice a soft whisper layered with sincerity. The connection felt electric, your bodies nearly humming with the energy coursing between you, ready to bridge the gap that held you apart.
His lips curved into a gentle smile, relief washing over him, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, then trailing sweetly down to your lips. As his mouth brushed against yours, it was tender—each touch a promise, each kiss a testament to the journey that had led you both here. You could feel his warmth radiating, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and affection.
With deliberate care, Sam’s hands moved to your waist, fingers splaying against your skin as he pulled you closer. His touch was gentle, exploring the contours of your body as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes remaining locked on yours—an unspoken conversation that held the promise of newfound intimacy. The world around you faded further, leaving only the soft rhythm of your breaths mingling in the air, hearts racing in unison.
Taking a deep breath, he allowed a moment of stillness to envelop you both. You could feel the anticipation humming in the air, spreading electric warmth between your bodies. And then, slowly, carefully, he began to push himself into you, maintaining that softness that pulsed with tender intensity.
The sensation was overwhelming, the culmination of all those playful encounters turning into something deep and meaningful as he entered you. It felt as though time slowed, allowing you to savor every moment—a symphony of sensation that resonated within the very depths of your being. He paused, allowing you to adjust, the gentleness of his movements a beautiful contrast to the boundless desire that simmered between you.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmured, concern woven through his words, and you nodded slightly, finding comfort in the gentle strength he embodied. “Just like this…we’ll go slow,” he added, his voice a soothing balm infused with warmth.
You felt the tension in your body ease as he held the gentle pace, inching deeper while his lips found their way back to yours, kissing you softly as if to ground you in that moment. Sam’s hands roamed tenderly over your skin, caressing your arms, your sides, igniting tingling sensations that lingered long after he had touched you.
Each movement was deliberate, filled with a sweet tenderness that held you close, mirrored by the soft kisses that fell like whispers upon your skin. You felt cherished, respected, and deeply connected, the world shrinking around you until it was just the two of you, enveloped in your private sanctuary forged from trust and growing intimacy.
The soft kisses traveled from your lips to your cheeks, trailing down to your neck, each lingering touch a reminder of his presence. He took his time, savoring the sensation of you beneath him, exploring just how your body responded to his movements, learning the rhythm that matched your needs.
And as he finally settled fully into you, you felt a rush of warmth and satisfaction unfurl deep within, every nerve alive and tingling with the beautiful connection forming between you. It was everything you had anticipated and more—fiery passion tempered by a tenderness that soothed and ignited.
You could feel the world beyond fading completely, leaving just the two of you, intertwined in a dance that felt both sacred and exhilarating. Your bodies aligned in a rhythm as he gently rocked into you, each movement eliciting soft gasps mingled with breaths of pleasure.
“Just like this…” he murmured again, his voice a tantalizing mix of longing and affection, as if he were echoing your own thoughts. With each push, his hands held you in a loving embrace, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, illumination of everything you were sharing. You reveled in the sensations, surrendering to the intimacy that flowed between you, feeling utterly safe in this moment.
The kisses continued, soft and lingering, as though he were mapping out each reaction your body made, the connection solidifying with every gentle caress. Time slipped away, giving room for the connection to deepen until it was an unspoken promise—one of exploration and understanding, a willingness to cherish this unfolding chapter you were writing together.
In this sacred space, with breathless whispers and shared laughter, vulnerability transformed into strength, radiating love as deep as the universe, bonding you both in a way that felt destined. It was a beginning—a cherry blossom in full bloom—one that promised endless possibilities beyond the warmth of this moment. And together, you knew you were ready to embrace every beautiful second of it.
As the rhythm of your bodies settled into a beautiful cadence, you felt your breath hitch slightly, the sensations coursing through you becoming a melody of pleasure. Leaning your head back against the soft pillow, you surrendered fully to the moment, yielding to the warmth that enveloped you both. The world beyond faded further into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe—a sanctuary built from trust, vulnerability, and an undeniable magnetic pull.
Sam seized the opportunity, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck, planting soft kisses that ignited fresh waves of sensation. Each kiss was a gentle reminder of his presence, exploring the sensitive skin beneath your chin, trailing to the delicate slope of your collarbone. His mouth was warm and inviting, and the tenderness resonated within you, deepening the connection you had both crafted so instinctively.
“God, you’re incredible,” he breathed against your skin, and with that simple phrase, you felt an electrifying rush wash over you, his admiration enveloping you like a comforting embrace. It was a moment suspended in time, where every feeling intertwined, stitching together moments of passion and profound care.
The kisses continued, soft and sweet, every touch deliberate as he relished in the intimacy of your shared experience. You could feel the waves of pleasure ebb and flow with every gentle thrust, but it was those lingering kisses—each one a testament to the depth of your connection—that truly made your heart swell. The combination of sensation and the affection in his eyes tethered you to this very moment, keeping you grounded in the magic of what was happening.
“Stay with me,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, filled with the unyielding need to keep this moment intact, as if time itself could rewrite infinity. And Sam answered with a soft smile, one that illuminated his features and settled warmth in your chest.
As the intensity built to a gentle crescendo, savoring every second, you reached your peak together, a mutual sigh escaping your lips, echoing the shared bliss that enveloped you both. It was breathtaking, intimate, a crescendo that wrapped around you like the softest of blankets, leaving you trembling in its wake.
Gradually, as the waves of pleasure receded, so too did the intensity. Sam slowed to a gentle rhythm, drawing out the last shimmers of ecstasy, until finally, he brought himself to a stillness. You both remained intertwined, the air thick with unspoken words, breaths mingling as you came down together from the heights, embracing the softness of the moment.
With a tender smile, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, securing you against his chest. The warmth and solidity of him felt like home, a refuge where you could truly let go and rest. You nestled into him, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart, a comforting counterpoint to the lingering bursts of sensation that still fluttered throughout your body.
“Perfect,” you sighed contentedly, feeling completely safe in his embrace, your head resting just beneath his chin. It was the kind of contentment that wrapped around your heart, lingering like the afterglow of candlelight, flickering yet steady, filling the room with an undeniable warmth.
Sam tightened his hold, finding a rhythm in your shared breathing. The world outside faded completely now, leaving only the soft sounds of your breaths and the quiet rustle of fabric as you settled in even closer. He placed a gentle kiss atop your head, a sweet gesture that spoke volumes—an assurance that this moment, this connection, held an irreplaceable significance.
In that comforting silence, you felt threads of possibility weaving between you, spawning dreams of what else might lie ahead. But for now, nestled against him, you were content to simply be—two hearts beating as one in the tranquil refuge you had created.
You closed your eyes, breathing in the warmth and safety of Sam’s presence, surrendering to the bliss of the moment. With the weight of the world dissipating into nothing, you drifted into a soft slumber, cocooned in the love that surrounded you both, knowing that you had stepped into something beautiful and transformative together. And as you did, the last echoes of intimacy lingered in the tender warmth of his arms, a promise of many more moments to come.
Pink Pony Club Josh?
More likely than you think
Baby, what’s your blood type?
I Think I'd Like That
Danny Wagner X Fem Reader
18+ only, minors DNI
Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,
(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)
You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.
You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.
"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"
His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.
"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.
"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.
"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,
"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"
That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.
"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.
"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.
You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,
"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.
"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,
"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,
"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.
"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.
They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.
"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.
"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.
You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.
You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.
You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,
"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.
In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,
"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman
"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,
"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,
"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"
As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...
You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.
You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.
You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.
You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,
My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo
You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.
You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.
You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.
You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.
A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.
"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,
"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"
You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.
"Ok, keep them closed"
"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.
You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.
"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"
"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.
"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.
"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"
You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered
"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,
"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,
"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,
"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"
Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"
"What do you want to call me?"
"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"
That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.
"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"
He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"
"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"
"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"
"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"
His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"
"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,
"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.
"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.
"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.
"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.
"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned
"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"
You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.
"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"
You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.
"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,
You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,
"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.
You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.
"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.
"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"
You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.
"Your mouth"
You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"
"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.
He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.
"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"
"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.
You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.
"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"
You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.
"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head
"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"
A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.
"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured
"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.
"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.
"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,
Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,
"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"
As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.
Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.
“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”
“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,
“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,
A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.
Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,
"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"
You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.
"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,
"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"
He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.
You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,
"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,
"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours
"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,
"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,
"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.
"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm
"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"
You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,
"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"
"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you
"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,
"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."
You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.
"Did you-" You started,
That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,
A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.
"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you
"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.
Market Girl
This is my very first fic so thank you for reading! 🫶🏻💐
Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Fluff
It was a bright and bustling Saturday morning at the farmers' market. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh produce and baked goods, mingling with the lively chatter of vendors and shoppers. I found myself drawn to a booth displaying an array of handmade jewelry. As I admired a delicate necklace adorned with a small, shimmering gemstone, I heard a voice behind me.
“That necklace would look amazing on you,” the voice said.
I turned around, surprised to see a tall, attractive guy with long brown hair and warm brown eyes standing there, a playful smile on his face. For a moment, I was taken aback by his presence, but his warm, easygoing demeanor quickly put me at ease.
“Thank you,” I replied, smiling back. “I’m Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam,” he said, extending his hand. His grip was firm but gentle, his eyes twinkling with genuine interest.
Looking back down at the necklace, Sam nodded towards it. "Are you going to buy that?" he asked curiously.
I nodded, "I think so. I have an outfit that would go perfectly with it."
After I made the purchase, Sam offered with a charming grin, "Would you like some help putting it on?"
I laughed softly, touched by his gesture. "Sure, that would be great."
As Sam delicately fastened the necklace around my neck, his fingers brushed against my neck, sending a subtle jolt of electricity through me. It was a simple moment, but it felt surprisingly intimate.
After turning around, Sam spoke up, breaking the silence. “Would you like to keep me company while I walk through the market?”
“Sure, I’d love to,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of spending time with him.
We strolled from booth to booth, chatting and laughing as if we’d known each other for years. Sam’s enthusiasm for the simple pleasures of the market was infectious. He seemed genuinely interested in everything, from the handmade soaps to the fresh berries, and his easygoing nature made him incredibly easy to talk to.
At one point, we stopped at a flower stand, where a vibrant array of blooms created a riot of color. Sam picked out a small bouquet of wildflowers and handed them to me with a shy smile. “For you,” he said softly.
“Thank you, Sam,” I said, touched by the sweet gesture. The flowers were beautiful, their colors bright and cheerful.
Later, we stopped at a coffee stand. Sam turned to me with a smile. “How about a coffee?”
“Sounds great,” I agreed.
As I reached for my wallet to pay for mine, Sam quickly handed over the money to pay for the both of us. “This one’s on me,” he said with a wink.
“Thank you,” I said, touched by the gesture. We found a small table and sat down with our coffees, the conversation flowing effortlessly. He told me about how he was in a band with his brothers and their best friend, who explained was practically a brother too. He explained that they were finally gaining some popularity and have been playing at different bars around town. I nodded, genuinely intrigued.
“That sounds incredible,” I admitted, taking a sip of my coffee before adding, “I'm also passionate about music, but my day job is as a barista.” I felt a pang of embarrassment, fearing my life seemed mundane compared to his exciting musical journey.
He leaned forward, his expression earnest. “Are you kidding? Being a barista sounds amazing,” he said sincerely, his eyes lighting up. “You get to be around coffee all day, which is practically magic in a cup. Plus, I bet you meet all sorts of interesting people.” His warmth reassured me, and I found myself smiling back at him, feeling understood and appreciated.
An hour flew by in what felt like minutes. Realizing I needed to get home, I stood up reluctantly. “I should probably get going,” I said.
“Can I get your number?” Sam asked, looking hopeful. “I’d love to see you again.”
“Of course,” I replied, handing him my phone. He entered his number and sent a quick text to mine so I’d have his.
When I got home, my phone buzzed with a new message.
Sam: I really enjoyed spending the afternoon with you. Would love to do it again sometime.
I smiled, typing back a response.
Y/N: I’d love that too. Thank you for keeping me company today :)
Days passed without hearing from Sam, and I began to wonder if he had lost interest. The following weekend, unable to shake the feeling, I sent him another message.
Y/N: Been thinking about our afternoon at the market. Any chance you’re free to see each other again?
His response was immediate.
Sam: I was hoping to hear from you! Actually, I wanted to invite you to a show tonight. The guys and I are playing at Rhythm & Roots. Are you interested?
My heart raced with excitement as I typed back.
Y/N: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
That evening, I took my time getting ready, savoring each moment as I prepared for what I hoped would be an unforgettable night. I chose a band t-shirt; its faded logo a nod to my love for live music. Layering it with a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of black jeans, I felt a sense of comfort and confidence in my attire.
When I arrived at the bar, the band was just going on stage. The dim lighting and the buzz of the crowd added to the atmosphere as I found a spot near the stage. My eyes were immediately drawn to Sam, who looked effortlessly cool with his bass slung low. His passion for the music was evident in every note he played, and I couldn't help but admire how he seemed to lose himself in the rhythm.
Throughout the show, Sam kept stealing glances in my direction, and each time our eyes met, a subtle smile would play on his lips. I found myself captivated, unable to tear my eyes away from him. The electricity between us was palpable, heightened by the music that filled the air and the shared anticipation of what the night might bring.
As the last song faded into applause, Sam made his way towards me through the crowd. His eyes held a hint of excitement and warmth as he approached, and I felt a rush of anticipation. Without hesitation, he enveloped me in a big hug.
"Hey," he said warmly, pulling back slightly to look at me. "I'm so glad you could make it. Did you enjoy the show?"
I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement and relief that he seemed just as happy to see me as I was to see him. "Yeah, you guys were amazing up there. You have such a stage presence."
"Thanks," he replied modestly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grinned. "It means a lot coming from you."
We stood there for a moment, the sounds of the bar swirling around us as people congratulated the band and moved around us. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a connection that seemed to deepen with every shared glance and exchanged word.
"I was hoping we could grab a drink and talk some more," Sam said, his tone hopeful yet casual.
"I'd love that," I replied, matching his smile. "Lead the way."
As Sam guided me towards a quieter corner of the bar, his brothers made their way over to where we were sitting. Sam introduced me to each of them with pride evident in his voice.
"Hey, this is Josh," Sam began, gesturing towards the curly-haired guy with a big smile. "He's my older brother and Jake's twin."
I stood up and he enveloped me in a warm hug before I could extend my hand. "Nice to meet you! So, you're the market girl Sam won't stop talking about," he said teasingly, making me blush.
Next was Jake, Sam's other older brother, who had a striking resemblance to Sam with his long brown hair. He gave me a friendly handshake, his eyes curious as he studied me. "Sam's mentioned you," he remarked, his voice slightly softer, hinting at a reserved yet genuine interest.
Last was Danny, introduced as Sam's best friend and "bonus brother." Towering over the others with his tall frame and long curly hair, Danny greeted me with a bear hug. "Sam's told me a lot about you," he said warmly.
After the introductions, we settled into a cozy booth with drinks in hand. Josh, with his theatrical personality, regaled us with animated stories that had us all laughing.
"You won't believe what happened at our last gig," Josh exclaimed, his gestures adding to the drama of his tale. "Jake was on fire, doing his thing, playing guitar behind his head like a rockstar. The crowd was eating it up!"
Jake grinned, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "Yeah, it's my signature move," he admitted with a shrug.
"Until this one time," Danny interjected with a chuckle, "when his guitar strap got tangled up in his hair!"
The table erupted into laughter, imagining the scene.
"It was like a rock 'n roll version of a hair-pull wrestling match," Josh teased, earning another round of laughter.
"I couldn't believe it," Jake admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I had to pause for a moment to untangle myself. But you know what? I finished the solo without missing a beat."
We all chuckled, shaking our heads in disbelief at the antics he described. As the evening wore on and Jake relaxed with each sip of his drink, he began to open up and I decided to start up a conversation with him.
"I noticed your guitar," I said, nodding towards his prized 1961 Gibson Les Paul. "It's a beauty."
Jake's eyes lit up with a mix of pride and enthusiasm. "Thanks," he replied, a hint of modesty in his voice. "I've been playing for years. Do you play?"
"Yeah, a bit," I admitted with a smile. "Not as well as you, though."
He chuckled softly, a genuine warmth in his expression. "It's all about practice and passion," he said, his gaze thoughtful.
Danny chimed in with a grin. "You play too? We should jam sometime," he suggested.
I glanced over at Sam and couldn't help but smile. Our eyes met, and I saw the warmth and happiness mirrored in his gaze, knowing that he understood how much I was enjoying getting to know his family.
"Hey, are you guys up for another round?" Sam asked, breaking the moment with a playful grin.
"Absolutely," Josh replied eagerly, already signaling the bartender.
As the night continued, we laughed, shared more stories, and enjoyed each other's company. It felt like I had known them for much longer than just this evening.
But as the hours ticked by, I glanced at my phone and realized how long I had been there. "I hate to break up the party," I said reluctantly, "but I should probably get going."
There was a collective sigh of disappointment mixed with understanding from the group. "Already?" Josh exclaimed, a playful pout on his face. "We were just getting started!"
"I know," I replied with a smile, touched by their warmth and hospitality. “Thank you for an amazing show, it was so good to meet you all.”
We exchanged heartfelt goodbyes, and all of the boys gave me a warm hug as we promised to meet up again soon. Sam stood up with me, his hand resting gently on my back as we walked towards the door, neither of us quite ready to let the night end.
"So, what are you doing after this?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
I chuckled softly, warmth spreading through me at his company. "Probably just going to go home and watch a movie," I replied casually.
He grinned, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. "Need any company?" he asked, his tone teasing yet genuine, recalling our first encounter at the farmers' market.
I couldn't help but laugh, charmed by his cheekiness. "I would love the company," I replied, "I've got an unopened bottle of wine at home that's been calling my name."
Sam's smile widened, and he nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect."
With a quick goodbye to his brothers, Sam confirmed his plans for the evening and followed me to my apartment complex. We parked side by side, and as we walked to my front door, I couldn't ignore the flutter of anticipation in my chest.
Inside, we shed our coats and shoes, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed and intimate. "Make yourself comfortable on the couch," I said, gesturing towards the living room. "I'll just be a moment while I change."
I slipped into a comfier shirt and leggings, feeling comfortable yet excited. When I returned, Sam was examining my record collection. He held up a Neil Young album with a smile. "Great taste," he remarked, setting it down as I approached.
"Thanks," I replied, feeling a rush of nerves and excitement as we moved to the couch together. Sam settled against the armrest, facing me.
As Sam looked into my eyes, he smiled warmly. "You have a really beautiful smile, you know that?" he said, his voice soft and sincere.
I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment. "Thank you," I murmured, feeling a bit flustered. Needing something to calm my nerves, I asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"
"I'd love one," he replied graciously.
I walked over to the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine, and returned to the couch. Sam had shifted over, leaving a spot for me right next to him. As I handed him his glass, our fingers brushed, sending a small jolt of electricity through me. We both smiled at the contact.
Settling down beside him, I picked up the remote. "What movie do you want to watch?" I asked.
"I'll let you pick," he said, leaning back comfortably.
Scanning through my continue-watching list, I clicked on "The Proposal." Sam chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "I secretly love a good chick flick," he confessed.
I giggled, feeling the last of my nervousness fade away. "Good to know," I said, smiling at him.
Sensing my hesitation, Sam opened his arms invitingly. "Come here," he said gently.
I grabbed a blanket and snuggled close to him, feeling his warmth surround me. As the movie started, I couldn't help but giggle to myself, thinking about how this all began with a chance encounter at the market.
Sam's arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I nestled into him, enjoying the comfort and closeness. The warmth of his embrace and the relaxed atmosphere made me reflect on how different this night was from what I would normally do. Usually, I wouldn't have given a random stranger the time of day, but there was something about Sam at the farmers' market that made me want to get to know him. I giggled to myself, thinking about how that afternoon walking around the market with Sam had led me to where I was now, curled up on the couch, watching a movie together.
"What's got you giggling over there?" Sam asked, a playful grin on his face.
I looked up at him, smiling. "I was just thinking about how we first met last week at the farmers' market," I confessed. "And now look at us."
Sam raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You mean, sitting on your couch, watching a movie?"
"Yeah," I laughed softly. "I promise this isn't something I usually do."
Sam chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So you don't always let handsome musicians buy you coffee and flowers?" he teased, giving me a playful nudge.
I couldn't help but laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Not always," I replied with mock seriousness, enjoying the easy banter between us. "You're a rare exception."
As the movie progressed, I felt a growing sense of contentment. Sam's presence was comforting and familiar, even though we had only just met. Every now and then, he would make a comment about a funny scene, and we'd both laugh.
At one point, I glanced up at him and found him already looking at me. Our eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was something incredibly genuine and sincere in his gaze.
Sam reached down, his fingers lightly brushing my cheek. He looked into my eyes, then down to my lips. I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of anticipation. Sitting up a little and turning towards him, I pressed my face more into his palm, savoring the warmth and tenderness of his touch.
The tension between us grew, an electric current that seemed to pull us closer together. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Sam finally leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was gentle at first, testing the waters. His lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of the wine we had been drinking. As the kiss deepened, it became more urgent, filled with a longing that had been building since our first encounter at the market.
Sam's hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our kiss intensified. My own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his long hair. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine, the taste of him, and the feeling of his heart beating in time with my own.
When we finally pulled away, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Sam's eyes were dark and intense, a mixture of desire and something deeper that made my stomach flip.
"Wow," I whispered, unable to find any other words.
"Yeah," he replied softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice husky.
I smiled, my heart pounding in my chest. "I think I might have an idea," I replied, leaning in to kiss him again.
This time, the kiss was slower. His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks as our lips moved together in perfect harmony.
Eventually, we pulled back, resting our foreheads against each other as we caught our breath. "I should probably refill our wine," I said with a soft laugh, my voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.
Sam nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I'll be right here," he promised, his voice warm and reassuring.
Reluctantly, I untangled myself from his embrace and stood up, heading to the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine and two glasses. My mind was racing with thoughts of what had just happened and what might happen next.
When I returned, Sam had made himself comfortable on the couch, his smile widening as he saw me approach. I handed him a glass, our fingers brushing once more, sending a familiar jolt of electricity through me.
We settled back into the couch, our bodies close. As we sipped our wine and watched the movie, Sam was sitting with his legs extended, and I rested my head on his lap. He gently played with my hair, his touch sending a wave of comfort through me.
As I looked up at him, our eyes met, and a soft smile formed on his lips. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought us to this cozy moment together.
"Thanks for inviting me over," Sam said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
I lifted my head slightly, meeting his gaze with warmth in my own. "Thank you for being here," I replied sincerely.
Sam raised his glass saying, "Here's to spontaneous farmers' market encounters leading to cozy movie nights."
I mirrored his gesture, raising my glass in a silent toast. The clink of our glasses resonated softly in the room, a simple acknowledgment of the moment we were sharing.
As we settled back into our quiet companionship, the movie playing softly in the background, wrapped up in Sam's gentle touch and the warmth of his presence, I felt a sense of contentment and excitement for what the future might hold for us.
Ask For It
Jake Kiszka x Reader
You’ve noticed Jake’s been holding back recently…
Words: 1842
Tags: 18+!! smut, oral (m rec), little bit of deepthroating anal play, anal fingering, rimming, spanking, cumming early??, dom jake (at first), soft dom reader, sub jake, i think that’s all idk
You’ve noticed the last couple of times you and Jake have had sex, he always looks like he’s holding something back. You worry if you’re not performing well enough for him, but he always assures you that you’re doing perfect.
This time is no different. You’re laying on your back on the bed, Jake standing in front of you, his cock deep inside your mouth. He moans deeply as you skillfully suck him off, but you can see it in his eyes that he’s not telling you something. You keep going, throating his cock deeply, humming to avoid gagging. You reach a hand up to toy with his balls, just the way he likes. He groans, “Fuck baby… that’s so good…” He breathes out, gently stroking your face as he slowly fucks it. You continue to knead his balls in your hand. After a particularly firm squeeze, he suddenly thrusts into your mouth a bit harder than intended, and it causes your hand to slip from his balls and your knuckle prods against his hole. The noise that comes from his lips is a sound you have never heard him make before. He gasped, then fucking whined. He froze, his eyes wide, as if he’s trying to process what the hell just happened to his body. You smirk around his cock, and prod your finger against him again. He keels over, bracing his hands on either side of your shoulders, “F-fuck-“ he stutters out.
You pull off of him with a loud pop, and flip over onto your tummy, looking up at him, “What was that about?” you ask, teasing him. Jake steps back and covers his mouth in embarrassment, looking away from you. You sit up and take his hand from his mouth, holding it, “Jakey… I know you’ve been holding back on me recently. You want something else, don’t you?” Jake looks down at you, sighing in defeat, “I-It’s embarrassing- I don’t want you to see me differently for- what I want…” His voice is so quiet and timid, and you find it adorable. You squeeze his hand, “Jakey, you know I’d never see you any different for what you want to try. I’d be happy to do whatever you want. Just say the word.” You smile up at him. Jake’s chest heaves, and he opens his mouth to speak, but he just stutters, “I-I want…” You smirk up at him, wrapping your arms around his hips, grabbing his ass, he moans. “Use your words Jakey… I don’t know what you want if you don’t ask for it.” The thing is, you know exactly what he wants, but you need to hear him say it. Jake shuts his eyes, his lips parting, “I want you- I want you to finger me…” he whispers so quietly you wouldn’t have been able to hear it had you not been directly in front of him.
You cock your head to the side, grinning, “Yeah? That’s what you want? How long have you wanted that, baby?” You gently knead his soft, plump ass, drawing a sigh from his lips. “Um… a while… I was just- too uh- nervous to say anything…” You nod, listening intently to what he’s saying, then your grin gets wider, “On the bed, hands and knees, now.” Jake’s eyes widen, “Babe- I- you sure?” You reach up to gently grab him by the neck, “Hands and knees baby…” Jake exhales shakily and nods, climbing on the bed, positioning himself on his hand and knees. You can’t believe how fucking wet you are right now. You drag your palm down his back, feeling the muscles in his shoulders tense under your touch. “You’re so pretty Jakey…” You whisper. He lets out a whine, his back arching slightly. You run your hands down his back and then grip his asscheeks, squeezing and spreading him open. His arms buckle and he moves to rest on his elbows, his forehead pressed against the mattress. You can imagine his face is bright red.
“You want me to finger this pretty ass huh?” Jake just whimpers in response. You suddenly bring your palm down hard on one of his cheeks, drawing a choked cry from his throat, “Answer me.” You demand. “Y-yes- my beloved- please- please finger me-“ You gently rub over the growing red spot forming on his ass, “Good boy… how do you want me to prep you?” You ask softly. Jake has his cheek pressed against the mattress, his face red. He locks eyes with you, “Y-your tongue… please…” You close your eyes and exhale a moan. “Yeah? You want me to eat you out huh? Want me to get that pretty hole nice and wet so you can take my fingers?” Jake grips the sheets and buries his face in them, nodding, “Mhm…” You grab his hair and pull, “Don’t you dare hide from me, Jake.” He whimpers, “A-ah- ‘m sorry my love-“ He apologizes.
You lean over him and brush his hair away from his forehead, kissing his cheek. “It’s okay baby… I’m gonna take good care of you okay?” Jake nods. You move back into position and spread him open, “Ready Jakey?” Jake nods frantically. You lean over, and let a drop of spit fall from your lips and onto his hole. He whimpers again. You watch the saliva slide down his hole and onto his balls. You slide your palm down the length of his cock, over his balls, and then you press your thumb down on the space between his hole and his balls. Jake’s body jerks and he chokes out another wonderful whine. You rub your thumb over his entrance, then lean down to swipe your tongue over it. The sound he lets out would make the devil himself blush. You moan at the taste of him and flick your tongue over the ring of muscles. Jake’s grip on the sheets tightens, and he arches his back, moaning beautifully. You knead his ass as you alternate between flicks and gentle swirls. You can already feel him relaxing for you. You swipe your tongue over him once more then pull back. He groans at the loss of contact, but you rub your thumb over him again. “Shh… I’ve got you baby… You think you’re ready for me?” You purr. He nods again, “Yes- my beloved, please-“
You reach over and open the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. “I’m gonna get you nice and slick for me, okay?” Jake whimpers out a hum of acknowledgment. You squirt some of the lube directly onto his hole, spreading it gently with your middle finger. Jake shivers and breathes out a moan. You put some more lube directly on your finger, wanting to make sure you’re not going to cause him any pain. Once he’s sufficiently lubed up, you rub the pad of your middle finger over his entrance. “Ready baby?” Jake nods again.
“Okay… deep breath, tell me if you need me to stop.” Jake lets out a soft hum, then breathes deeply. The minute he inhales, you gently press your finger into him. Fuck he is so tight. You moan as you feel his body enveloping you, but he overshadows it with a moan of his own. His face scrunches up, his eyes closed and his top teeth bared as he tries to adjust to the feeling. “This okay baby? Is it too much?” You ask gently. He shakes his head, “N-no my beloved- please don’t stop-“ Oh he sounds so beautiful when he begs. You nod and press your finger in deeper, feeling him fluttering around you. His fingers grip the sheets tighter and his toes curl, “Fuck- f-feels so good-“ He whines out.
“You take me so well Jakey… you’re so tight for me…” You praise, continuing to press your finger into his tight hole. The sounds he lets out have you practically dripping down your thighs. You finally insert the full length of your finger inside him. You curl your finger experimentally, and his whole body tenses, and he cries out a moan, “Fuck-!” he curses. “Does that feel good?” You ask. He nods, “Yes baby- feels so good- don’t stop-“ You nod, and continue to curl your finger, pushing and prodding around inside of him, trying to find that sweet spot. He whines and moans so sweetly, his mouth open and his eyes squeezed shut. After a few more seconds of this, he says in a small voice, “More.” Your eyes almost roll back, “Yeah baby? You want more? You want me to add another?” Jake pushes back against you, “Please, my beloved-“ You can’t deny him anything when he sounds like that. You grab the lube again, just to make sure you won’t hurt him. You put some more on his hole and your fingers, then you pull your middle finger out, just for a moment.
He whines so pitifully at the emptiness, but gasps when he feels your two fingers prodding at him. “Deep breath again Jakey…” You whisper. He breathes in, and you slide your middle and ring finger inside of him. He lets out the loudest, dirtiest sound you’ve ever heard him make. You press your fingers deeper, and his whole body suddenly jerks, and you watch as his balls tighten and his dick pulses as ropes of cum spill from him. He cries and chokes out moans, his face so red. You gasp as you feel him clench around you, and you rub his side as he orgasms. “Holy fuck…” You breathe out. You made him cum without even having to touch his dick. Jake heaves as the high subsides, and he looks utterly mortified. You gently pull your fingers from him and he collapses on the bed, “Oh my god baby- I’m so sorry I- it just felt so good I couldn’t-“ You shut him up with a bruising kiss, that he gladly accepts. You pull back and press your forehead against his, “Jacob that was the sexiest thing I have ever fucking seen.” You say. He whines in embarrassment but smiles softly, “You think so?” You nod. Jake rolls over and lays on his back, his stomach covered in cum and sweat, his softening cock resting against his thigh, “I- I had no idea it would feel that good-“ He pants. You giggle and crawl over him, kissing his cheek, “I had no idea it would be that easy to make you come… fuck you sounded so pretty Jake…” You kiss his cheek again, and he softly strokes your hair, “Thank you my beloved… for doing that.” You smile against his cheek, “Anything for you baby…”
Suddenly you’re hoisted up out of bed by Jake, his hands on your ass as he picks you up. You yelp and wrap your arms and legs around him. “Now we’re going to get in the shower and I’m going to return the favor.” He grins. You giggle and kiss him as the two of you retreat to the bathroom.
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