We Chose The Road

Sammy Kiszka hear me out and wear these outfits please (especially the skirt)

Fraternity Fever

Jake X Reader

Chapter 4

CW: Cussing, Oral both receiving, Marijuana, Alcohol, sexual intercourse, intoxication, fingering , sex

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Y/N POV

As he dropped your hand, your heart dropped as well. You knew that you shouldn’t have invested yourself into him so quickly. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Careful to not show your emotions, you had to get yourself away from him.

“I have to go to the psychology building, I will talk to you later,” you struggle to say while turning away.

He stopped you, “Do you want me to walk you there?”

You shook your head no and quickly left him in the middle of campus. You made sure he could not see the feelings overwhelming you.

You finally got to the psychology building and made your way into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment before allowing the tears to finally flow. How could I have been so stupid? You knew his reputation, you knew what he was like, you knew exactly what he was like, so why had you trusted him? Why had you assumed that you would have been different?

Pulling yourself together, you ran your hands through your hair, gently wiping your eyes before finally making your way to class. As you sat, doing your absolute best to push him from your mind, your phone vibrated. You didn’t check it - you knew what it would be.

Jakey: Hey

Jakey: Everything okay? Kinda dashed off there..

You decided not to respond, hoping that it would hurt him somewhere near as much as he had hurt you. You continued to feel your phone vibrating, granting you looks from others in the class. You lifted it from your pocket, finally opening it.

Jakey: Can we talk?

Jakey: Don’t ignore me

Jakey: If you don’t reply I’m just going to come over there.

You sighed softly, before replying to him.

You: I’m fine. You don’t have to come over.

Almost immediately, he responded.

Jakey: Josh wants you to come over tonight. Not a party. Just a get together.

You: I have plans already, sorry.

Jakey: I know that’s a lie, he already asked Jayden and she said that both of you were completely free tonight. I’ll see you there.

You pushed your phone back into your pocket. Fucking Jayden. How were you supposed to speak to him like you weren’t affected by this? You didn’t want him to see you as upset as you were.

You didn’t want to go, but knew that you had to. Maybe you’d try to be the bigger person, show him that you didn’t care. Then again, that didn’t work out so well last time.

Jake POV

You sighed as she finally replied to you - why were you acting like this? You knew exactly how you felt about her. You wanted her more than you’d wanted anything before, you just wanted her to be happy. So why were you hurting her? Sure, you didn’t want people to know that you were together, you weren’t ready for her to be exposed to those kinds of rumours - the same as every other girl you had tried to date - but surely it was okay if Danny and Sam knew? They were your brothers, after all.

You couldn’t figure it out, deciding to leave the classes early and head home. Sitting into your Jeep, you found yourself at home in no time. It was quiet - only Josh was there, setting up for tonight. It was only going to be you, the boys, Jayden, and Y/N - a little get together that Josh had put together, no doubt to have you and Y/N get closer.

“So.. how’d it go?” he asked, not looking up from his phone.

“How did what go?” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Of course they told him.

“Your little adventure last night? I heard she was here again this morning.”

You were silent for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, she was.”

He hummed, pursing his lips, “Is she coming tonight?”

“I hope so.”

He raised his eyebrows once you spoke, locking his phone, and plopping it onto the couch.

“You two… doing okay?”

You huffed, sitting down on the couch beside him, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “Josh, you know we aren’t a thing.”

“That’s not what Sammy told me this morning.” You didn’t reply to him, simply closing your eyes.

“Talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Please,” he pleaded, his voice quiet.

“I don’t know what’s going on. That’s the fucking problem. One minute I feel like I love her more than anything on this earth, and then the next I just shut down. I don’t know what to do Josh, I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t know if I can open myself back up again. I don’t know if I’m ready.”

He nodded his head once again, clearly thankful that you were finally talking to him about it. He always did have a way of getting under your skin, revealing any secrets that you had.

He spoke slowly, considering his words carefully as he did so. “I think you need to talk to her. You need to tell her about what happened. You need to be honest with her. It’s not fair to be so hot and cold with her. She deserves the truth, at least. Let her decide where to go from there.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew that he was right - you had to tell her. You could only hope that she would understand.

You thanked him, he was right, as always. Making your way up the stairs, you found yourself in the bedroom, pulling that same book from the bookshelf. Opening it up, you flipped to the page that held the polaroid - you hadn’t looked at it in years. The night that she had left, you had thrown it into a random book, almost afraid of what it would make you feel.

You tossed the picture onto your desk, sighing to yourself, before beginning to get ready for tonight. By the time that the doorbell rang, you had showered and dressed, ready for the conversation that had to happen.

Y/N POV

The breeze kissed your skin as you stood outside of the door, waiting for it to be answered. You were going to talk to him tonight, tell him how hurt he made you feel. You had decided that he had to make a decision. He couldn’t keep treating you like this and expecting you to stick around. You had had enough of that in the past few years, and you weren’t going to do it again. Regardless of how hard it would be to give him up, if you needed to, you would.

As the door was opened, you were greeted by Josh - always with that same look in his eyes, always like he knew something that you didn’t. Making your way inside, you sat yourself next to Sam on the couch as he scrolled through the streaming services, trying to find something as background noise. You found yourself looking at him, more closely than usual - his lip was bruised, and he seemed to be sporting a black eye.

He lands on The Wolf of Wall Street, this wasn't a surprise of course this was their favorite movie. He turned to you, noticing your eyes tracing his face. “What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What in the name of god happened to you?” you replied, tilting your head to one side.

“Oh, That. Remember the cops last night? Ended up getting in a fight with one of them, got taken in, Jake had to come get me.”

You paused after he spoke. “Jake had to come get me.” He hadn’t forgotten about you. He hadn’t left you waiting there just so that you’d suffer. He had gone to help his brother.

You felt your heart soften ever so slightly, nodding your head. “That was nice of him.”

Speak of the devil. There he was, walking down the stairs and into the living room. He sat next to you, sandwiching you between him and Sam. You didn’t look up at him, simply choosing to focus on the movie as it began to play. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your knee that you turned, finally catching his eyes. He seemed nervous, like something was about to happen, you hated that look.

“Can we talk later, please?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Why? You want to confuse me again?” you replied, staring at him.

“No, no, I’ll explain everything later, okay? I just need you to trust me right now.”

“Oh NOW we talk about trust? Is that it?” you retorted, before standing up once more, making your way over to Josh, and plopping yourself down beside him.

You could feel Jake’s eyes on you as you sat, clearly hurt. Good. You made the usual small talk with Josh, asking how the pledges were doing, whether they had anything else lined up for the future, and whether he was going to run for president again. Every time you spoke, you could see him in your peripheral vision, keeping a close eye on you. You were sure it wasn’t jealousy. He knew that it wasn’t Josh that you wanted. It was him.

Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it, the credits of the movie were running. You saw him look at you, nodding towards the door. You sighed, not ready for whatever conversation was about to happen, but standing up nonetheless to make your way into the hall after him.

Jake POV

She followed you throughout the house, up the stairs and into your bedroom. You beckoned her to go on the balcony and grabbed a pre-roll from the back of your drawer. You thought this would ease the tension between you two. Finally you made your way to the balcony and sat on one of the old chairs. Placing the blunt in between your lips, you hold the lighter to the end while shielding the orange end from the wind. Taking a large hit, you place it between your thumb and index finger and pass it towards her. She reluctantly took it, sitting on one of the chairs opposite you.

“So..” she whispered, her eyes pinned to the ground.

“So,” you replied, unsure of exactly where to start.

You left the balcony for a moment, retrieving the polaroid from your desk. Spinning it between your fingers, you made your way back out to the balcony, the cold air hitting you.

Silently, you passed her the photo, allowing her to take a moment to look at it.

“Who is it?” she asked, turning the photo at different angles as she spoke.

“That’s someone that I used to know. We met back in freshman year, Ashlee,” you could already feel a weight coming off of your shoulders as you spoke, taking the joint from her. As you took a pull, you leaned back, crossing your legs before continuing.

“We dated for almost the entirety of the year. I loved her. I, uh, I thought she loved me.”

Her face could have broken your heart, her eyebrows low, clearly not expecting what you were saying. “During the summer, I brought her home with me. We were only young, I took her to all of my favorite places, I showed her every part of me. She was my everything. I woke up one morning, and she wasn’t in the room. Knocked on Josh’s door, he didn’t answer me. Sam’s door was open, and there they were. I didn’t know what to say. I just slammed the door and left.”

You could feel your eyes begin to water slightly, running the back of your hand against your cheeks to hide it. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of her.

“Apparently everyone knew what they were doing. Not even Josh told me. Everyone fucking knew how much I loved her. They thought I would not believe them until I saw them with my own two eyes.” A soft sigh left your lips as you continued, remembering back to the way that Josh had spoken to you after you found out, how sympathetic he had been. You could have killed Sam, honestly, you still could.

“I kicked her out. She tried to apologize, tried to tell me that it meant nothing, tried to tell me that it was just a mistake. I didn’t care. She had been fucking my brother and everyone fucking knew.” You continued to try to hold back the tears, to no avail, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“I kept that photo hidden for years, and didn't know what to do with it. All I wanted was to forget her, forget how she made me feel, forget how it felt to be in love.”

Looking up at her once more, you touched the polaroid to the tip of the blunt, allowing it to smoke up. Dropping it onto the floor, you watched it, shriveling up and sending smoke into the air. Free at last.

Y/N POV

Jake looked at you with tears in his eyes. You didn’t know what to think. One day he hates you and now he’s opening up to you. The polaroid sat burning in between you two as you remained silent for a moment.

“Jake, that's awful. I am so sorry,” you spoke. As you touched his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. Now face to face you looked into his big brown eyes. Your hands now cupping his face. You pull yourself closer to softly kiss his lips. As you pull away you see him softly smile.

“Is this why you have been acting so weird towards me? You're afraid?” you question.

“I don’t think I was acting weird,” he chuckled, his eyes soft. “But yeah, if I’m honest. I’m afraid. I’m afraid to fall for someone else and have them leave again. I’m afraid of being betrayed by someone that I thought was my forever. That’s why I was so annoyed yesterday, seeing you with Sam. I thought it was all happening again, I thought he had taken you from me. And yeah, I know, you’re not mine. You’ve never been mine, but… you know what I’m trying to say?” he replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“Yeah, I know what you’re trying to say. I know what it feels like to love someone and have them leave. I suppose I didn’t tell you why I transferred here in the first place?” you replied. You truly hadn’t expected to be having this conversation tonight, you had assumed it would be the usual - you ignore him, he ignores you, you wake up in the same bed.

“I transferred here right after my whole life exploded basically,” you begin. “It all happened at once, like one bad thing, then another after another. First my father - well I wouldn’t consider him a father anymore.” You paused and composed yourself. “He was around when I was younger but became more distant. I loved that man but he didn’t love me. After my parents divorced, he disappeared. Last year I found out that he has a whole other family and a daughter the same age as me. I tried to contact him, but he wants nothing to do with me. Then in August, my mother ran away with a random man she met the week before at a bar.”

You didn’t cry. You didn’t feel like wasting your tears on the two fucked up people who brought you into this world. You had almost become numb to the trauma your parents had left you with. “I guess everyone I love leaves me.”

You looked at Jake sternly.

“Jake, for my own well being please make a choice. I cannot go through you changing your mind on me. Choose me or not but I cannot keep on playing this game with you.” His soft smile turns into a frown. You have clearly hurt him. You stand up to go back down stairs, then you feel his hand grab your wrist turning you to face him.

Jake POV

You couldn’t let her leave. Not again. You stood up from your chair, before taking a deep breath.

“That’s why I brought you up here tonight, that’s why we’re having this conversation. I’m done with this. I’m done with being afraid. It’s always been you. Ever since you came into this room and cried your heart out. Ever since you vomited all over my fucking floor.” you took a moment to chuckle, remembering the annoyance that you had felt.

“Ever since I had to leave you that morning, afraid that I’d have to face my own feelings. It's you. I won’t live in fear anymore. I want to learn how to be myself again. I NEED to learn how to be myself again, and I want you to be there for it,” you spoke, looking directly into her eyes. Her face seemed to soften as you spoke before leading you inside and sitting you onto the couch. “I can’t live like this forever - always afraid that any little fight will make everything fall apart. I want to be able to take care of you, like I did that night, and not have to hide it. I want to be the face that you wake up to in the morning, and I want my bed to be the one that you climb into at the end of the night. I want to scream it to the world, that you’re mine, mine and only mine. I know I’ve been a dick - everyone told me, Josh pointed it out, God even fucking Sam pointed it out. I just didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to get attached again, because I know how it ends. I thought I knew how it ends..

But I don’t feel that way with you. No matter what I said to you, no matter how horrible I was to you, degrading you in front of everyone, and yet here you are. You always came back to me. I wish that I could say that it didn’t make me happy every time that you did - every time that we’d start again. I want to start again, for real this time. I want to make a real go at it.”

“I need you to be serious,” she began, her hand resting on your knee. “I need to know that you mean it, and that tomorrow morning you’re not going to turn into someone I don’t know again. You need to say it, and you need to mean it. Because you’ll only get one chance.”

You found yourself nodding, not noticing the tear that slid down your cheek. “I’m serious. I want to be with you, I need to be with you. I can’t think of anything else besides you, what you’re doing, who you’re talking to, whether or not you’re safe. I felt terrible leaving you behind last night, I just had to-”

“You had to get Sam,” she cut you off quickly. “I know. He told me. I’m sorry I was pissed off at you about it, I didn’t know. I thought you just left, that you weren’t coming back. It brought all those feelings back up. Then in the morning it was nice, it felt like you were truly comfortable. And then you saw them and everything changed again, I can’t keep doing this, I won’t keep doing this,” her voice was quiet, her eyes falling to the couch.

You lifted her chin to look at you, holding her jaw between your index and your thumb. “You don’t have to. I’m here, and I’m here for good.” You placed a soft kiss on her lips, a smile finally finding its way onto them. Your hands find their way to her waist inviting her to straddle over your lap. The kiss gets more furious and desperate almost as if you needed each other to survive.

Breaking the kiss, you start to kiss her neck leaving purple marks, hands find her shirt pulling it over her head exposing her bare chest. Kissing a trail from her neck down to her chest, her fingers undo your belt. Her hand starts stroking your already hard dick. You can’t help but let a moan escape your lips.

You quickly pull her skirt above her hips and before inserting yourself inside her, you whisper in her ear, “No panties Y/N? You're my slut aren't you?” She nods as you thrust yourself into her.

She is already soaked around you. A moan leaves her lips as you grab her hips.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good,” you hiss into her ear while pushing your hips into her. She rides you while your tongues fight for dominance.

“Jake please…” she begs as you thrust into her sweet spot. Your eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck I’m cumm-” you moan as you feel your body tense up underneath her. Your back arching like the string of a bow until you release into her. She gets off of you and you both clean yourselves up.

Y/N POV

As you clean yourself up you can’t help but look over to Jake. He looked even hotter sweaty. He ran his fingers through his long wavy hair. God, he’s gorgeous. As soon as he noticed your eyes on him, he opened the door and summoned you outside of the bedroom. You both went down the stairs and saw the group now watching Super Bad. You sat on the couch with Jake by your side. His hand made its way to your thigh, squeezing it slightly so you knew that he was there with you. Suddenly, you felt all of their eyes on you and Jake.

Sam and Danny made eye contact with each other. Danny seemingly tells Sam to not say it with his eyes. They both chuckled while holding their thoughts in. Josh finally breaks the awkward silence in the room.

“Hey Jake, so what happened up there?” Out of the corner of your eye you catch Sam catching his laughter. Shit. Did they hear you? Do they know you guys just hooked up? You feel your face getting redder by the second.

“Josh, I just took your advice, that's all,” Jake replies with a chuckle while moving his hand up your thigh. You feel Jayden’s eyes on you as she pulls out her phone. A moment later you feel your phone vibrate. You pull it out of your skirt waistband and check the message that Jayden just sent you.

Jay: Dude, was his dick good?

You: What? We didn’t fuck.

Jay: BS, we heard you. It sounded pretty good. All the practice must have made him a sex god? Would you agree?

You: Fine. Yes his dick was good.

Jay: Well I’m happy for you but please don’t be as loud next time. I don’t know if I could save you from Danny and Sam’s jokes.

You: Yes ma'am

You place your phone back into your waistband and turn your attention back to the group. They are talking about what they should get for dinner. You haven’t realized how hungry you were until you heard them talk about it. Sam and Danny just want to go to the dinning hall since they don't need to pay for it. Suddenly, you hear Sam’s voice.

“Damn Jake you are hungry! Don’t we feed you enough?” Sam chuckles.

Danny joins in, “Y/N did you get attacked by a vampire up there?”

Josh shoots daggers at them with his eyes and Jake whispers in your ear, “Don’t listen to them, they are just jealous, they couldn’t pull any girl.”

Suddenly you both are getting up to go to dinner with the rest of the group.

Hands to Yourself

Danny Wagner x Reader

Subby bitchy Danny cuz i really want to slap this man around

words: 1098

tags: smut 18+!!!, oral (f!rec), masturbation, dom!reader, sub!danny, a bit of degradation, face slapping, hair pulling, coming untouched

It wasn’t often you had Danny in this position, on his knees, eyes gazing upwards, his hard cock throbbing against the confines of his boxers. Danny never liked to be submissive. It took you a long time to convince him to let you take control, and even now he tries to fight back. You know he secretly loves being your little bitch, though.

So there he was, on his knees below you, his hands at his sides. You’ve already stripped down to your underwear, and you glare down at him. He’s been mouthy all day, demanding you around, hovering over your shoulder to make sure you do each task right. You’re fed up with it.

“You’re gonna be a good little boy and do exactly as I say? Right?” Danny was silent, his gaze averted. You grab his chin tight, and turn his face towards you, he grunted. “Answer me.” his dark eyebrows furrowed, “Y-yes ma’am…” You smirked, tapping his cheek, “Good boy.” You slowly pull down your panties, making it a show for him. You practically see his mouth water as you reveal yourself to him, and his fingers twitch. “You’re going to please me with your tongue and only your tongue. You better keep your hands to yourself. If you behave you’ll get a reward.” You glance down at his throbbing erection. Danny shifts under your gaze. “Sit still. Get to work.”

Danny bites his lip and leans in, his tongue sliding through your wet folds. You sigh and your hands find his hair, gently grabbing the curls, “Mmm that’s it… put that pretty mouth to good use…” The tip of Danny’s tongue swirls teasingly over your clit, his fierce eyes looking up at you through his pretty lashes. “You can do better than that, baby boy. Make up for all the shit you’ve been giving me recently.” Danny groans, and he flattens his tongue over you and shakes his head from side to side. You groan and move your hips against his mouth. He slides his tongue past your wet entrance, the tip of his nose rubbing your clit. You grip his hair, “Fuck yeah- that’s a good boy-“

Suddenly you feel hands on your ass, and you pull him back by the hair, “What the fuck did I say about your hands?” Danny hisses through his teeth. “You will answer when asked a question.” Danny grits his teeth, “You told me to keep my hands to myself…” You nod, “That’s right, and you didn’t listen. I’ll give you mercy this time, but if it happens again you'll be punished. Got it?” Danny nods, “Yeah…” You tug his hair, “Try that again.” He winces, and nods, “Y-yes ma’am…” You smirk and pull him closer, “Go on, get back to work.” Danny groans and buries his face between your legs again, sucking and licking. You sigh and arch your head back. He latches himself onto your clit, sucking loudly. “Fuuuuck yeah baby…” Danny’s eyes close as he devours you.

Of course Danny wants to cum, but he could do this for hours without being touched and be completely content. You’re pulled out of your haze of pleasure when his hands are on you again, grabbing your thighs. You groan and push him back, “You just don’t know how to fucking listen, do you?” Danny growls at you, “God dammit just let me fucking touch you!” Your eye twitches, and you turn away from him. His eyes widen, “W-wait no baby- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean it-! You’re just so sexy and you taste so good- please don’t-“ “Shut up.” You snap. You walk to the bed, and sit down, legs spread wide. He looks up at you from his position on his knees, wondering where you’re taking this. You beckon him with a finger, “Closer.” He scoots closer to you, looking absolutely pathetic on his knees.

You bring your fingers down to your clit, rubbing softly, “This is your punishment. You’re going to sit there and watch me cum. If you touch me one more fucking time you can forget about cumming.” Danny lets out an almost inaudible whimper as he stares at your hand working yourself. You stare down at his poor neglected cock, absolutely nothing left to the imagination with the way it’s straining against his boxers. You slip two fingers inside yourself, curling them as you rub the heel of your palm against your clit. Danny squirms, clearly trying to get friction. “Sit still.” You demand, and he obeys, looking like a kicked puppy. “You keep disobeying me, it’s almost like you don’t want to cum.” Danny shakes his head. “Oh? You do want to cum? Then start behaving like you do.”

You moan as a particular curve of your fingers sends a shockwave through your body, “Mmnh I’m close… you gonna be a good boy and watch? Watch me make myself cum because you can’t obey me?” Danny swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “Yes ma’am…” He says in a small voice. Your fingers pick up the pace, chasing the orgasm that’s rapidly approaching. “Oh fuck- I’m cumming-“ You gasp out a moan and feel yourself clench around your fingers. Danny whimpers, and you almost missed it. You ride out your orgasm, and once again, you feel a pair of hands on you. You pull your hand away from yourself and slap Danny across the face. The sound he makes is something you’ve never heard him make before. He chokes out the most pitiful whine. You look down at him, his eyes are wide and his cheek is red. There’s a moment of silence, before he chokes out, “Fucking do that again…” Your eyes widen, “Yeah? You liked that? You liked when I slapped your bitch face?” Danny nods.

You grin, and land another blow to his other cheek. His voice cracks as he moans, and his body suddenly jerks. You watch as his cock throbs and pulses in his boxers, and a dark spot suddenly forms. Your eyes widen, “Did you just…?” Danny looks mortified as he looks up at you, “U-uhm-“ You let out a breathless chuckle, “Oh baby… fuck that was sexy.” Danny pants as he comes down from his sudden orgasm, “I’m sorry…” He says in a meek voice. You shake your head and get on your knees in front of him, holding his face and kissing him, “No no… you did good baby… that was so fucking hot.” Danny exhales shakily, “T-thank you… can we cuddle?” He asks softly. You giggle and kiss his cheeks, “Of course baby…”

Dirty secrets

S.f.k x f!reader

summary: a movie night with your best friend takes a drastic turn after walking in on his insufferable roommate.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, enemies to lovers-ish, SMUT, mentions of masturbation, fingering, slapping, overstimulation, oral(m & f rec), unprotected sex (you know better), sam is kind of an asshole, multiple orgasms, choking if you squint

A/N: once again not edited because I'm lazy... Sorry for any mistakes!! Enjoy!

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"Heyy beautiful!" Danny smiles, holding the front door open with a wide grin.

"Hi Daniel," you grin, holding out your arms for a hug. You have to admit, you're excited to finally get to spend time with him at his place. You've purposefully avoided going to Danny's house ever since he and Sam moved in together, so most of the time you'd be at bars or parties.

Sam had gone through a breakup not very long ago, he didn't want to stay at his house and moved out. At first, it was just until he got over her and found a new place, but he gets over girls questionably quick and it doesn't seem that he's moving out any time soon. At least not until he moves on to the next girl.

The second you saw that Sam's car was missing from the driveway, you sat up in your seat. You hoped that Sam might've taken off once Danny told him you'd be over. The thought of him being so petty that he leaves makes you giggle, until you remember you'd do the exact same. Is it childish? Absolutely. But maybe you're allowed to be not so mature for once.

But your hopes are crushed as Danny leads you into the house.

"I know you and Sam... aren't the greatest friends," he pauses "but he's at the store getting food. He'll be back sometime soon." You stop in your tracks, all color draining from your face. "What?" is all you can get out.

After a moment, you finally collect your words. "Danny I thought it was gonna be just us?" You try your best to seem calm and act mature, but the red tint covering your entire body tells otherwise. "Y/N, I'm sorry. If I had told you any sooner you wouldn't have come," Danny says, further fueling the fire that is your temper.

He can tell you're about to say something and stops you. "Sam was supposed to be out but after I told him what was going on he got defensive and insisted on staying here," Danny shrugs, looking defeated. You can tell they got in a little argument over this and you decide not to go too hard on him, even though he failed to tell you you'd be hanging out with your sworn enemy. The man at the core of all your arguments.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought it was gonna be just us. I wish it was," he offers you a smile, but it doesn't help. It makes no sense. Why would Sam of all people want to stick around? To torment you? To show you that this is also his house and he's allowed to be around? He does help Danny pay, after all.

It takes about half an hour of scrolling through streaming sites and saying no to every suggestion to finally decide on a movie. Sam still hasn't returned.

The two of you sit around for another thirty minutes waiting for his return, but it doesn't come. Maybe he really did take off. "Let's just start the movie," Danny finally suggests, you didn't want to say it in case he'd take it as you being upset over Sam, which you are.

You grab a blanket, bringing your feet to your side and cuddling up to his arm. The movie starts, and about ten minutes pass until Sam is finally walking through the door. The second you see him you roll your eyes, already blocking out whatever dumb excuse he has for his tardiness.

But he doesn't say anything, just walking over to the opposite side of the room from you and dropping the bag of food on the coffee table. "Jesus, took you long enough," Danny pauses the movie. "We started the movie, hope you don't mind.

"I do, actually," Sam says as a matter of fact. You try your best not to just get up and walk out. Or scoff at him. Or let your emotions get the best of you. Danny just looks at you, silently asking if it's okay to rewind. "I don't care. It's only ten minutes," you say rather bitterly, deciding to avoid as much conflict as possible.

Oh, but that stupid face of Sam's drives you crazy. He's got a smug smile playing on his lips, looking right at you. Heaven only knows how badly you want to get up and slap him right in his dumb, pretty little face.

Something about Sam is he thinks that because he's attractive that he can be an asshole. Because he's attractive, life is 10x easier. Getting a girlfriend is incredibly easy, everyone is nice to him, and he always gets his way.

He never really did anything to you, besides being an asshole. You just hated his pretty privilege, attitude, and presence. Something about him just being around puts you in a bad mood. Drove you crazy. The sight of him. The smell of his cologne. The sound of his voice.

And maybe you were attracted to him. Maybe that's what made you hate him the most.

You tried to ignore him. To enjoy the movie, but you just couldn't. Sam's presence is all too distracting. Danny attempts to break the tension by commenting on the movie but that fails miserably, perhaps even making it worse at points.

Finally, Sam gets up and storms off to his room, his cheeks bright pink. "Jesus Christ," Danny sighs, stretching his arms out. You'd be a lot happier if he hadn't left at the last couple of minutes.

"Hey, Danny can I stay here tonight? It's pretty late and I don't wanna drive home half asleep," you yawn, sitting up and stretching. "Yeah, I just gotta be somewhere in the morning so," he sits up slightly "you done with the movie?"

You feel bad because the entire movie you sat there annoyed and in a bad mood, but it was long and you're tired "Yeah." You stand up, folding the blanket you used "Should I just stay here on the couch or...?"

"Oh, no. There's that guest room by Sam's. If you go down that hall it's the one right across from his. Got its own bathroom, remember?" he yawns, turning the television off, followed by the lamps surrounding you.

"Okay I'm going to bed," he mumbles, placing a hand on your head and ruffling up your hair. "Goodnight, Danny," you place a quick friendly peck on his cheek and pad to the kitchen. You're practically dying of thirst, grabbing a glass from his cupboard and filling it with cold water.

You sit there silently on his counter and sip your water, listening to the faint rustle coming from Danny's room as he gets ready to go to sleep. Slipping off the counter, you gently discard the glass and find the hall that hosts the guest room. You were positive you knew which room it was, but now that you're standing at the entrance of the dark hallway, you have no idea which one it is.

There are three rooms. One on the right side, one on the left, and one at the end of the hall. It occurs to you that you have no idea which room is Sam's. You listen for any sign of life in the rooms, listening to which side it may be coming from. Very faintly, you hear a soft groan, but you can't decide which room it may have come from.

You hear it again, this time you're sure it was from the right, so you head for the left. Just to be sure, you stop and listen again, but you hear nothing, so you turn the knob and open the door.

Instead of finding an empty room with a cold bed, you find shirtless Sam sitting lazily in a sofa chair. His head is thrown back, hair clung to his neck, lips parted, and cheeks bright pink. It takes you a moment to process what you're seeing, even then you can't seem to look away. His hand swirls around his impossibly hard, angry cock as he mouths something you can't quite understand.

His head snaps over to you, movements slowing down but not stopping. It feels as if you're in a daze, your eyes fixated on his sweaty body and your mouth slightly open. "Get the fuck out," he blurts, his voice rough as if he'd been choking it back.

You practically run out, pulling the door but not fully closing it. You stop in the kitchen, trying to process what just happened. Trying to calm yourself down, you grab the same glass from earlier and pour yourself more water, cupping some in your hands and splashing your face with it.

You throw back the drink, chugging the cold liquid and giving yourself a brain freeze. For a while, you stand there fidgeting with the cold glass and staring at nothing. All you can think about is the way he looked, all red and sweaty. Your mind wanders to his cock, the way his hand glided along the incredible length.

You're startled out of your daze once you hear the sound of footsteps in the kitchen. You spin around to find Sam, still shirtless but with boxers on that fail to hide his bulge.

He angrily stares at you for a moment, his arms crossed over his chest. "Sam I- I'm sorry I didn't kn-" you start to stammer, but he cuts you off. "Don't fucking tell anyone, Y/N," he takes a step closer to you. You frantically nod your head, finding yourself motionless against the island as Sam slowly moves closer and closer to you. "Say it. Tell me you won't tell anyone," Sam's voice slightly raises, but still quiet enough to not wake Daniel.

"I- I won't tell anyone, I promise," you practically whine, cowering away from him. "How do I know you won't use that big fucking mouth of yours, hm?" Now his face is only inches from yours and although you're trying your best to avoid his face, he forces you to look at him.

For a moment, you both stand there, silently staring at each other. Your entire body is flushed, the tension is palpable, and the silence is loud.

One of his large hands finds the waistband of your shorts and dips past it, your breaths growing heavier as the rough tips of his fingers begin to trace your hip bone. "Sam.." you mutter, grabbing his wrist, but he slaps you away.

A throbbing sensation pounds at your core, a feeling you know all too well. You hate it. You hate it so much you just wanna slap him. You've fallen into his trap.

But at the same time, you need him. You need him so bad it's embarrassing.

His hand reaches your panties, and you can't help but grab onto the counter behind you, looking down at where his hand is in your shorts. "Look at me," he says roughly, the hand not teasing at your panties coming up to grab your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

A soft, whiney breath escapes your open mouth once his two middle fingers press against your needy clit. "Yeah, bitchy girl likes that, doesn't she?" Slowly, his fingers begin to massage your clit through your panties, looking into your eyes.

You can't nod, you can't let him know he's right. But even without flat-out telling him yes, he still knows. He can tell by the way your hips buck against his hand, the way you softly moan, and the way your mouth falls open at the smallest movement.

"Doesn't she?" His voice comes out rough, startling you. His finger hooks under the side of your panties. "If you say no, I'll let you go to bed," he slowly moves the fabric to the side. He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear "if you say yes, I'll give you what you want. Spoil you. Give you something you don't deserve."

His voice sends a shiver up your spine, freezing you in place. He slots his fingers between your folds, just barely brushing against your clit, eliciting an embarrassing whine. He has his answer. He knows. He just wants to hear it.

"Sam," you start with the intention to protest, but quickly realize it's no good once he circles your entrance with his middle finger. "Oh fuck," you struggle to keep your voice a whisper.

It takes you a moment to collect your words and put them into a proper sentence. "Yes," you start, but the tip of his finger just slightly slipping into your entrance interrupts you. It doesn't take long for you to realize that you're not gonna be able to get that sentence out, watching as a smirk grows on his stupid face and his eyes become unbelievably dark.

"Good girl," Sam purrs into your ear, leaning even closer and taking the shell of it between his teeth. That alone could make you whine, so when he shoves his two middle fingers into you, a cry flies past your lips.

His brows furrow and the hand not toying with you clamps over your mouth. His fingers curl harshly up into you before he slides the digits out of you and brings them up to his lips. That pounding at your core grows even worse as you watch him take the fingers into his mouth, licking up your juices and releasing them from his mouth with a pop.

The hand over your mouth moves to be prying your jaw open, shoving his fingers into your mouth. He closes your mouth around the digits, forcing you to taste the mix of your juices and his saliva and you start to gag on his fingers as he shoves them further and further into your mouth.

By the time he finally takes them out of your mouth, you're practically gasping for air, the tips of his fingers keep your tongue sticking out of your mouth. To your surprise, he leans in, his mouth incredibly close to yours for a moment before he sticks his tongue out and licks yours.

You suck in a loud gasp at the action, and you hate yourself for how much you enjoyed it. He hums, dropping his hands to the small of your back, licking along your jawline and sucking a the soft flesh into his mouth. "S- Sam," you whine, trying to push him away but to no avail.

"Don't do that," you push again, your brows knitting together. The last thing you want is to wake up with ugly purple splotches covering your neck. He simply huffs a laugh and you feel him smile against your skin before he takes the flesh between his teeth.

He lifts that same hand up back to your mouth and once again practically shoves his fingers down your throat. You let out a cry of surprise, your eyes growing comically large as you realize how loud it was.

Before you can even blink, Sam takes his fingers out of your mouth, raising his hand up and letting it come down against your cheek. You try to stifle the yelp that threatens to spill past your lips, but you're not very successful. The stinging sensation that follows hurts so good.

His wet fingers squeeze your cheeks and he leans in, his face mere centimeters from yours. "Y/N, you make one more noise, and I'm taping your mouth shut. Got it?" His dark, lust blown eyes stare so intensely into yours that you just want to curl up into a ball and shrink in size.

He lets go of your cheeks and you frantically nod your head. A smirk grows on his lips at your response, his hand slowly making it's way down your torso till it reaches the waistband of your shorts. He uses his thumb to pull the band, creating an opening for his fingers to meet your core.

His other hand comes back up to your mouth, and you whine against his palm at the pressure. Thank God for his hand, because the whimper that slips past your lips once his fingers reach your core could've easily woken anybody near. He's staring into your eyes, but his gaze narrows and his brows furrow in annoyance at every single squeak you fail to hide.

He spreads your arousal around your folds, bringing it up to your clit and drawing small circles over the needy bud. Your hand flies to his wrist, digging your nails into the soft flesh as his fingers speed up against your clit. Every time your eyes wander off or your eyelids start to flutter shut, he forces you to keep your eyes on him.

So many emotions rush through you. Anger. Annoyance. Lust. Frustration. Desire. He's driving you crazy, and he loves it. Every single whine you let out, every time you squeeze him, every time your knees threaten to buckle, puts a smile on his stupid smug face.

He hates you. You hate him. For some sick reason it intensifies your desire for him more than words could ever explain. And he'd be a complete and utter liar if he said he didn't feel the same.

You hate it so much you could cry, but at the same time you can't get enough. You couldn't be able to walk away if you wanted to. He's too alluring. His body is like a magnet.

Your eyes roll back into your head, involuntarily bucking your hips against his hand. Sam lets out a low chuckle at your reaction and presses against your clit. "Yeah, that's right. Feel my fingers. They feel good, huh little slut?" He comes down to your neck, biting the flesh as his fingers speed up against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You frantically nod your head, grinding against his fingers. Those skilled hands of his work deliciously over your poor sensitive clit and your whines against his hand grow louder. You don't know how much longer you can go before you're sent hurdling over the edge.

A pressure builds right below your belly button and its getting harder and harder to keep your voice down. Even muffled by his hand you're still embarrassingly loud. Your knees buckle and your thighs tremble, his fingers show no mercy for your bundle of nerves as he hums against your neck.

It's just his fingers, but they're so skilled. So incredibly experienced. You throw your head back, mumbling profanities against his hand, ultimately coming out inaudible. As your pleasure intensifies, so does his pace. So does his pressure against the sweet sensitive bud.

"Yeah that's it, cum for me doll," his fingers move from your clit and effortlessly slide into your entrance, flicking against a soft spot. His hand around your mouth forces your head up to look at him. Your eyes widen and you let out an incredibly loud whimper against his hand as that band of pleasure snaps.

"Such a good little whore," he comes down to whisper against your neck, and you feel his shoulders bounce. He's giggling. His fingers don't slow down, and his thumb starts to play with your clit.

You violently shake your head against his hand, your eyes wide as you fight against him. Despite your efforts, he doesn't stop. In fact, he speeds up. Your eyes prick with tears and you watch as he sinks to his knees in front of you.

The hand that was covering your mouth slowly slides down your body, stopping at your navel "take your shirt off." Your brows knit together and your eyes flick to the direction of Daniel's room, but you do as he says. Slowly, you lift the hem of your shirt, hooking your fingers under your bra as you go. Sam's eyes study every second. Every inch of your torso. He watches carefully as you lift the thin fabric over your head and it drops to the floor.

His hand is still toying with your cunt, the other starting to slowly pull down your shorts and panties. As your clothes go lower down your body, so do his kisses. His lips start at your belly button, then slowly move down till they're right at your slit.

Now you're completely exposed. Daniel could walk in at any second and see you and Sam like this. For some reason, the thought goes straight to your cunt, turning you on even more.

His breath is warm against your heat, fueling the fire inside of you. Suddenly, a yelp slips out of your mouth once his tongue finds your clit. His dark eyes angrily flick up to yours and you clamp your own hand over your mouth.

His tongue dances so delicately around your folds, tasting you as if you're the sweetest honey he's ever had. Your entire body shudders, the feeling of his sweet tongue over your overstimulated clit sends shocks of electricity through your body.

His fingers move in sync with his tongue, his other hand squeezing your thigh. Your thighs are trembling and shaking at an immense speed, your knees threatening to completely give out. You're already there. His fingers curl up into a sweet spot that makes your eyes roll. You've gotten over the overstimulation, now you're falling over the edge.

You let out a cry against your hand as your orgasm clouds your head for the second time in a row. Sam withdrawals his fingers from you just in time, because suddenly your legs give out from underneath you and you're collapsing in his lap.

He lets you sit there for just long enough to find your composure before he's forcing you both up. Once he's on his feet, he grabs your hair in a bundle and pulls you up to meet him.

A surprised whimper falls past your lips once he spins you around so that your back is flush to his chest. One arm wraps around your body at your bust, the other holds your ass firm against his body. "Feel that?" His low voice sends a shiver up your spine as he whispers into your ear. "Feel my cock against your pretty little ass?" He presses harder against you.

"This little problem," he growls "do you have any idea how annoying it is?" He wiggles his hips against you, and you feel that pounding return to your core. "Now you're gonna help me fix it. You're gonna take every inch of my cock like the little slut you are."

You don't try to hide the soft, breathy moan that falls past your lips at his words. Your entire body becomes flushed a deep red color, so intense to the point that it starts to give you a headache. Without warning, he's sweeping you off your feet and carrying you off to his room, your clothes still on the kitchen floor.

Everything happens in mere seconds. He's practically running to his room, sending the door flying open and throwing you on the bed. He eagerly climbs on top of you, marveling at your naked body. He leaves a trace of kisses down torso, sucking the skin of your hip into his mouth.

He gets up, frantically closing and locking the door. He turns back to you, sliding his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free. He tossed the fabric off from around his feet and takes himself in his hand. The sight drives you mad. His long, hard cock in his large hand. Just so eager to feel you. Begging for pleasure. You can see every vein, even from where you are. He's so turned on it's unbelievable.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on the flesh at the sight of him. His brows are furrowed as he stares at you, his large hand starting to slowly pump his length. It takes everything in you to not give in and touch yourself, the pounding at your core has become so incredibly unbearable just the slightest touch would break you.

Silently, he walks to you, his angry pink tip dripping with precum. "Sit up," he demands, still stroking himself at such a slow pace that it makes you wince. You do just as he says, not even bothering to think about how desperate you probably look.

Sam slowly crawls onto the bed, moving up so that his knees are on each side of your thighs and you're face to face with his cock. He doesn't even give a warning or anything before he grabs your hair in a bundle and forces your mouth onto him. You're just lucky he didn't force his entire length down your throat.

You quickly adjust to his thickness and start to glide your tongue along his cock, his hand guiding you. Sam lets out a breathy noise and his grip on your hair tightens once you start to speed up. "Fuck- that's it, Y/N," he mutters, feeling your mouth as you suck harder around his cock.

His hips start to buck forward, making his cock tickle the very back of your throat. You take him as far into your mouth as you possibly can, your eyes filling with tears at every thrust of his hips. You pull back, wrapping your hand around his cock, squeezing him tight as you start to lap at his slit. His head falls back and strings of profanities escape his plump pink lips, you know he won't last much longer like this.

The hand around his cock starts to stroke along his length, not once loosening your grip as you tease his angry tip. "Oh fuck-" he blurts, his voice rough and his hips jutting forward at the sensation. His hands tug harshly at your hair, and you use it as encouragement, every pull of your hair you reward, sucking harder or stroking faster.

It's almost humorous how fast you drive him to the edge, every profanity in the dictionary is flying past his lips and he's bringing you to tears with how hard he's pulling your hair. Suddenly, he forces your hand off of him and grasps the back of your head, practically shoving his cock down your throat. He thrusts once, and that's all it takes for his hot release to spurt into the back of your throat.

For a few moments, he keeps you there, forcing you to swallow every last drop of him. "Shit-" he speaks, out of breath. "Where'd you learn that?" He removes himself from you, but he doesn't give you enough time to answer before he's forcing you around onto your stomach. His calloused fingertips grab at the supple flesh at the back of your thighs, forcing your legs open.

A loud, surprised moan escapes your lips as his fingers just barely touch your cunt. He collects your arousal on his fingertips, spreading it around your core. "Jesus Christ," he groans "you're so fucking wet." The pillows stifle the moans and whimpers that you make at the slight touch.

"So fucking horny," His fingers start to massage your clit, but before you can even begin to enjoy it, he moves his hand to slap your ass, eliciting a loud yelp. "So needy. Wouldn't wanna have to make you beg for it, would I?" he comes down, and you gasp as he starts to place open mouth kisses to your ass, his tongue lapping at the red skin.

"Please, Sam," you practically cry into the sheets, clawing the fabric. He simply just snickers at your plead, continuing to kiss everywhere but the area you need him to touch the most.

"Sam," you whine, but he's just ignoring you. "Sam Kiszka I swear to fucking god," you say harshly, moving your head so that he can hear you clearly. You feel him huff a laugh against your inner thigh, "fine. If you want it so bad." You let out a sigh, a little squeak following it once his tongue reaches your core.

He circles your entrance with his tongue, the very tip of it prodding you. He repeats this until you're a sweaty mess, your hair clung to your neck, your thighs shaking from trying to create any sort of friction, and your hands grasping onto the sheets for dear life. You can't form a sentence, every word you try to speak just comes out as a squeaky whimper and you can tell he's enjoying this 10x more than you.

You let out a squeaky sigh once he pulls back, and he brings his cock to your entrance. He slides his tip through your core, groaning as he feels the wetness of your folds around him. Pathetic moans roll off your tongue and you try to clamp your thighs around his lower body, but he slaps the back of your thigh and pries your legs apart.

A loud, whiney cry rips through your chest as he sinks into you, and the sting of his cock stretching you out without warning robs you of any self respect you had left. "Oh- fuck," Sam groans, bottoming out inside you and staying there for a moment. You claw at the sheets, a yelp escaping your mouth once he starts to mercilessly thrust into you.

One deep and intoxicating thrust, then another, then another until he's worked up the perfect pace that drives you mad. "Oh Sam- fuck," you cry, arching your back into the bed. "Shit, Y/N," Sam mutters, having to practically rip your hands off the sheets to hold them behind your back.

You cry his name at a particularly sharp thrust, and curse yourself for how much you're enjoying it. He feels too good, you hate it. You hate the fact that you're just like every other girl he's hooked up with. But most of all, you hate the fact that you denied him for so long. Forced down those dirty thoughts that would surface in your mind about him. "Yeah, feels good doesn't it, little slut?" He punctuates his words with sharp movements.

You fail at trying to form a sentence. Every time you open your mouth, a pathetic moan falls past your swollen red lips. You hear him snicker behind you, and the hand not firmly holding your hands behind your back moves to your ass. He grabs at the supple flesh, kneading it in his hands as he fucks his anger out on you.

"yes," you cry out "so fucking good, Sam." You know Daniel can absolutely hear, but you're past the point of caring. "I've seen the way you look at me. You try to act like you don't touch yourself thinking of me but really, you're just as bad as the rest of them. Just dying to let me use you like the little whore you know you are." Sam starts to go even deeper, as if that was even possible, his tip is practically brushing against your cervix. And oh how he's so right.

"holy fucking-" you're on the verge of screaming, tears pricking your waterline once again. "God, who would've known you're so filthy?" You hear the grin in his voice, and his hand grasps your ass so hard you're sure you'll wake up to bruises. "I mean, really. Letting me use you like this. Cumming all over my hands in the kitchen," He breathes, and you can tell he's struggling to keep a steady voice and form coherent sentences of his own.

"You know, Daniel could've walked in at any time. Saw you acting like the little fucking whore you are for me," he sends a sharp thrust into you, hitting a part of you that you didn't even know someone could reach. "But I bet that just turned you on even more, huh? The thought of being so exposed in there just made you cum so hard, didn't it?" With every single word comes a rough movement of his hips, and you can't see him, but you know theres a stupid smirk playing on his face.

"Sam I- I'm gonna," you whine, clawing at his wrist. "Yeah? Little slut gonna cum?" He snickers, his pace slowing down, his thrusts becoming slower as he sinks completely into to, hitting every sweet spot known to woman kind. "Yes. Yes yes," you bite the sheets, your nails still digging into his wrists.

Your cries and moans grow unbelievably loud, intensifying with each movement. "That's it, baby, cum for me," Sam grabs your hips, lifting them up off the bed so that your ass is in the air. With one final thrust, you're coming undone. Completely unraveling beneath him. "Fuck fuck fuck," you moan, burning white flames of pleasure dancing viciously around your tummy.

Sam almost immediately pulls out, your juices dripping down your sweaty thigh. He drops your hips and you fall back down on the bed, softly moaning and whimpering as you come down from the high.

A surprised whimper slips past your lips once he grabs you by your waist and flips you around "don't think for a second that I'm done with you." He grabs you by your waist, picking you up and throwing you against the arm rest of the sofa chair you walked in on him in.

It's as if you regained consciousness because right before you hit the furniture, you brace your arms against the other side of the sofa, catching yourself. "Sam what are you-" you start, but he cuts you off. "I'm gonna make you cum as many times as I want, sweetheart," he grabs his cock, pumping slowly a few times.

"Sam I don't know if I can.." you whine, but this just makes him snicker. He ignores you, and you yelp once he thrusts into you. He doesn't wait. Doesn't give you a moment, he just starts fucking into you. He sets an intoxicating pace almost immediately, you're completely drunk off of his cock.

You repeat his name over and over like a mantra, your moans growing louder and louder with each thrust. His cock rams into you, and Sam's making sure he's going as deep into you as he possibly can. "Shit. You're so fucking-" Sam groans, but he doesn't finish his sentence. He bends over, his chin resting against your bare back and he takes the sweaty flesh between his teeth.

You claw the fabric of the sofa, the lewd sounds of your skin snapping together and your sexes mixing fill the humid air, not to mention the volume of which you're screaming his name. "So fucking dirty," he speaks breathlessly between thrusts "taking my cock like such a good girl."

He stands up again, and your forehead practically slams against the furniture. "Oh fuck me-" you cry, pushing yourself back onto his cock with shaky legs. "But you're so fucking far from that. You're the filthiest little bitch I've ever been with," he roughly thrusts into you after every single word, it's unbelievable how much stamina this man has.

"At least I know how to shut you up now," His hand wraps around your body till it finds your dripping cunt, and elicits a loud yelp once his fingers start to dance over your swollen, oversensitive cit.

"Y'know, I oughta spank you," he groans "dirty little slut." Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the feeling of his skilled fingers working your clit mixed with his cock burying itself deep into your cunt over and over drives you right to the edge. If its even possible, the roaring fire in your tummy intensifies even more.

That same fire burns at the coil of pleasure pulled tightly until it snaps in two, white electricity flowing through your limbs. Despite the fact that every inch of you is trembling and you're overstimulated to the point of tears, you still clamp around his cock, determined to beat him.

"The fuck are you doing?" He slaps your ass and pulls out in one quick motion. Your body goes limp and suddenly, you lose your train of thought. Your words fail you "I- I..." Sam stops you, grabbing you by your torso and flipping you around. "I'll cum when i decide it's time," he speaks lowly, taking your lips in a sloppy, humid kiss before dropping you into the seat.

He hasn't given you any time to cool off, he's already staring down at you with those eyes and stroking his length. "Sam I-" you stutter "Sam I don't know if I can. do another one." You knew you weren't getting out of this one, but the amused look on his face pisses you off.

"It's not that I don't want it I just-" you say rather bitterly, cutting yourself off once you become conscious of the fact that you're almost completely out of breath. "Don't worry, darling. I'll be more gentle this time," he smirks.

You take a deep breath and nod, bringing your legs up to rest on each side of the sofa. His eyes widen at your glistening core, but soon relax as a grin starts to grow on his face. He leans down, breathing heavily on your neck and taking your earlobe in between his teeth. "I still hate your fucking guts," he growls, sending a shiver up your spine.

You let out a breath at the words and reach down to grab his cock, and you start to swirl your hand around his hard length. He nips at your ear again before slapping your hand away, grabbing his cock and dragging it through your soaked folds.

Your head falls back and you grab his arm as his tip starts to tease your clit. "Sam.. please," you whine, arching your back off the arch. He moves himself to like up with your entrance, his tip just barely sinking in. Just that alone elicits whiney moans from you, so when he sinks fully into you a loud cry flies past your lips.

He almost pulls completely out before thrusting back into you, the sensation making your eyes roll back into your head. "This slutty little pussy feels so.." Sam breathes, setting the perfect rhythm. Your hands slowly snake up his body, the tips of your fingers reaching his collarbones, then moving up to the base of his neck.

His deep, slow thrusts are addictive and perfect, but you quickly realize they aren't gonna cut it. You crave more. You need more. Gentle Sam can wait for another time. "Sam... Harder."

Your hands gently wrap around his neck, squeezing slightly as his pace starts to pick up. So much for being gentle. Sam's fingers find your clit, ever so slightly putting pressure on the sensitive bud. "Look at you. Asking for more after complaining about having to fuck me again," Sam purrs, rolling his hips up into you.

"Oh fuck- right there Sam," you mewl. Every inch of your body is trembling and within minutes you're riding the edge of euphoria. "How does it feel, baby?" Sam finds a particularly sensitive spot that elicits the loudest moans and babies it, and his hand that's toying with your clit speeds up. "So fucking good," you whine, your back fully arched off the sofa.

Your moans and cries and mewls grow louder, you're not gonna last much longer. Sam's free hand presses down on your lower tummy, intensifying your pleasure. "Is my little slut close? You gonna cum, baby?" His narrow eyes staring deeply into yours.

"Fuck Sam im-" a guttural moan ripping through your chest cuts you off, and suddenly your vision blurs, your mind fogs, and burning hot white flames of pleasure flow through your limbs. "Oh shit- fuck," Sam grunts, and within seconds his hot release is spurting inside you. Warm ropes of ivory release paint your insides, the feeling making you roll your eyes back into your skull.

His thrusts and fingers slow down but don't stop, helping both you and him ride out the high. Your hands release his neck and drop to your side, the two of you stay just how you are for a while, the sounds of your heavy breathing and occasional whimpers filling the humid air.

"You know. I'm not the little slut you think I am," you roll your eyes. "Well, you certainly fuck like one. I mean, look at you," he looks down at you, and you hate to admit it but you do look filthy. Your legs are as far open as they can go and his cock is covered in your release as he slowly pulls out, juices dripping down your ass.

Your cheeks go a bright shade of red and you look down at the area "Whatever." His fingers collect the release, bringing it up to your mouth and once again forcing you to taste both yourself and him. You moan against his fingers at the taste, a smirk growing on his lips.

His fingers leave your mouth with a pop before he licks up your saliva and the rest of the juices. Sam walks off and you hear his feet pad across the kitchen, coming back with your clothes. He drops them on the floor, walking right past you to the bathroom.

He stops, realizing you're not following him "You wanna clean up or what? C'mon."

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship 18+ ONLY

Danny x Reader x Dave !!18+!!

oral (m rec & f rec), p in v sex, threesome, mxm sexual activities, multiple orgasms, slight dom dave elements, slight dom danny elements, spitting, cum swapping, cum eating, one mention of spanking, feminine anatomy and pronouns for reader used, pet names, cuddling.

Disclaimer: this is purely fiction and not meant to speculate or drive a narrative between dave and daniel, don't like please don't read!!

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You and Dave had been dating for a while, and so far it was going well. He took you on dates, treated you to romantic nights in, and if you were being honest, the sex was amazing. But you had noticed the closeness he seemed to have with one of his friends, a closeness that seemed to be greater than a “we’re just bro’s” could explain. Daniel was nice enough, and he was cute too, but the way your boyfriend acted around him was beginning to raise your suspicions at their friendship. You knew Dave had been with guys before, but he never disclosed which guys.

You took note in the subtle differences of his behavior when Daniel was around, the grazing touches, the looks of subtle longing between the two men, and when Danny confessed to his recent break up, you knew you had to do something. So, you came up with a plan.

It was innocent enough, inviting Daniel over to you and Dave’s shared apartment for a dinner.

You wore an outfit you knew Dave liked, one that did little to hide your skin, one you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist peeling off of you later in the night, you just hoped his friend was willing to lend a helping hand.

There was a knock at the door, signaling that Daniel had arrived, and you knew it was time to put your game face on. Sauntering over to the door and swinging it open, “Danny! We’re so glad you could make it! We’ve been looking forward to this all week.” You cheered, reveling in the way his eyes looked over your body, then flickering over to Daves. You bit your lip to hide the smile as you waved Danny inside. “Thanks for having me!” He said, giving you a gentle hug before crossing and repeating the action with Dave. “Good to see you, man,” Dave said, resting in Danny’s embrace.

Dinner went by smoothly, both men complimenting the meal you had prepared.

After piling the dishes in the sink with a wave of “I’ll get them tomorrow,” you all settled on the couch, a nice bottle of bourbon teasing you from the coffee table. You eyed it with a grin, this is when the fun begins. You grab the bottle by its neck, “Let’s play a game,” you started, smiling slyly, “How about never have I have I ever. If you’ve done something, take a shot.” You eyed the boys next to you, watching as Dave raised a brow in questioning. “C’mon babe! It’ll be fun! Here I’ll go first, never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” you said, spinning the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. You watched a smile spread across Dave’s face as he reached for the bottle, “You think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, before pressing the bottle to his lips. Danny reached for the bottle once Dave was done with his turn, a light blush spread across his cheeks, “Danny, so scandalous,” you teased, “It wasn’t with Dave was it?” Watching as he sputtered and choked on the dark liquid. You smiled devilishly, “Was it?” You pressed, watching the silent conversation between the two men. “W- I. It was-“ Danny started, still coughing. “Babe, c’mon, it was a long time ago,” Dave assured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Oh don’t worry, I think it’s hot.” You said simply, before grabbing the bottle from a very flustered Daniel before pushing it into Dave’s hands. “Your turn!” You cheered.

Time passed as you shared questions, getting thoroughly tipsy, running through the bottle of bourbon. “Okay, okay. Last question,” you giggled, eyes shining, lips wet as you ran your tongue over them. “Have you-“ you paused, making eye contact with Danny, who was more adventurous than you thought, you’ve come to find out, “Never have I ever thought about having a threesome.” You shared a look with Dave, before eyeing Danny as you raised the bottle to your lips. Your throat was numb at this point, the liquor sliding down with out some much as a tickle. You held the bottle out in offering, “Well?” You sloshed it a little bit as you looked at the two men. It was Danny who reached for it first, looking at you with hooded eyes, questioning you through his look. You grinned as he sipped the dark liquid, watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. He gestured the bottle to Dave, seeming to already to know his answer. “Something to share with the class boys,” You asked, leaning back against the couch, legs spreading ever so slightly. So maybe you were being a little bit of a slut, but hey. This was for your boyfriend (and maybe you had been watching Daniel a little too closely at the shows Dave had taken you to).

Dave looked to you, blush spreading down to his chest, “When- uh. We uh, used to like fool around I guess, and- we’ve. We’ve considered the possibility.” And there it is. You gasped, hands coming up to your chest as you feigned shock. “Well isn’t this just a surprise!” You giggled at a joke that wasn’t told. “Y/N, it wasn’t ever like… Like serious,” Daniel said, at with that you sat up, leaning over Dave to meet Daniel’s eyes, “Why not?” You hummed, feeling his breath on your lips from the close proximity. “You can’t possibly think I don’t see the way you two eye each other,” You tease, leaning into your boyfriend, resting a hand on his thigh.

“So tell me boys. Why isn’t it serious?” You ask, eyes darkening, as your hand trails up to rest on Dave’s zipper.

“You’re into this?” Dave asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. “More than you know,” You said, maneuvering yourself so you were sat in between them. “Danny?” You asked, “Yeah?” He breathed, eyes focused on your lips. “Can I kiss you?” You looked over to Dave for approval, grinning as he titled his head in a subtle nod, before looking back at Danny. “Please,” He whispered, before closing the gap between your lips. You moved slowly, keeping your lips connected, shifting so you were straddling his hips, rolling yours against him as he deepened the kiss, his large hands pulling your body into his. You heard Dave shifting around, paying him no mind til he was behind you, tugging your shirt off, breaking the kiss and exposing your chest. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” Danny gasped as he took in this new sight of you. You giggled, leaning back into Dave’s chest, craning your neck so you could kiss him as you rolled your hips against Danny’s loving the feeling of his hands on you. You broke the kiss with Dave, chest heaving, “Bedroom?” He asked, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded, moving off of Danny’s lap, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

You spread yourself out on the bed, patting the space next to you, Dave took the hint and laid himself out, you waste no time in straddling him, taking in a deep breath as you unbutton his shirt, taking it off of him slowly. You turned, meeting Danny’s gaze from where he stood next to the bed, you reached for him, tugging his shirt off. You moved so were standing in front of him, hands reaching for his zipper. Sinking down to your knees, you tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers, his hard on straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck Y/N,” He moaned from above you, “You want my mouth Danny?” You asked, palming his length. “Shit, yes.” He hissed, and with the confirmation you tugged his boxers down, freeing his dick. “Fuck you’re big,” you breathed, taking in the sight of him. You mouthed against his length before taking his tip in between your lips. A muffled moan from above you caught your attention, looking up through your lashed, the sight was enough to soak your underwear. Dave’s chest heaved as he tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair, kissing him feverishly. You popped off Danny’s length, “Fuck that’s so hot,” You whimpered before taking Danny back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length, grasping at his hips. You moved your hands around the length you couldn’t reach, you hummed, the vibration pulling a sweet sound from Danny’s throat. You sunk deeper, taking him into your throat, holding back a gag as he began to rock his length into your mouth. You looked up once more, a few stray tears making their way down your face. “Shit baby, you look so beautiful taking his cock right now,” Dave moaned, meeting your gaze. “Her mouth his so good,” Daniel gasped out, tangling his fingers in your hair. “So good,” Dave praised in response.

Daniel pushed you off gently, “Sorry, sorry. I don’t want to cum yet,” He laughed, voice sounding fucked out already. You smiled, “We don’t have to stop at just once,” you said, voice rough from the abuse, giggling at the way his eyes widen. “Come up here baby,” Dave instructed, helping you stand, tugging off your shorts and underwear as he does so. “Lay down, darling. You put this all together, hmm?” He asked, smiling as you nod. “I think a proper thanks is in need then, what do you think Daniel?” You watched for his response, hole clenching around nothing as he licked his lips and nodded. “You should hear the noises she makes when you put your mouth on her. Go ahead, try it.” Dave instructs, his subtle hint of dominance revealing itself. Your stomach tightens as you watch Danny position himself in between your legs. He wastes no time diving in. Tongue sliding beautifully in between your folds, nose bumping ever so slightly into your clit, giving you that delicious stimulation. You gasp as his tongue licks up into your pussy, whimpering as he brings a hand up to gently circle your bundle of nerves. “Let those noises out baby, sing for him. Such a pretty little voice.” Dave praises from his position next to you, running his hands over your body. Your hips buck as you get close, moaning out, “Fuck Danny, I’m close,” you cry, hands reaching down to tangle into his hair. You roll your hips as he works his tongue, “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you cry, chest heaving as you works you through your high. Your head rolls back as he slows, heart beating like a drum, you glance down at him, watching as your juices roll down his chin. He wipes it away, “Best meal I’ve ever had,” he laughs as he sits back on his knees, his length still straining against his stomach.

“I want you inside me,” you say, eyes focused on his mouth watering length.

“Beg for it,” He says, seeming to shock everyone in the room, including himself, but he leans into it. “Tell me just how bad you need me to fuck you in front of your boyfriend.”

“Please Danny, I need you to fuck me. I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking of this for so long.” You say, desperation to be full leaking into your tone, not even bothering to check the reaction from Dave. “Shit you were right, Dave.” Danny laughs, “She’s such a slut for it.” You peer up at your boyfriend, a question on your lips, but he beats you to it. He pats your face, “Oh baby, you think we don’t talk about the things we’d do to you? You’re so smart putting this little thing together.” He teases. You open your mouth to retort, but he slips two fingers against your tongue before you can start, “Need me to keep your mouth occupied while Danny fucks you baby?” He asks, smiling as you nod, and suck on his fingers. “Open up darling,” He instructs, pulling his fingers from your mouth as you widen your mouth, he spits into it before shifting, and flipping you over on your stomach, slipping his length between your lips, sighing as you take him, “Shit just like that baby,” he praises, thrusting gently into your mouth. You feel Danny lifting your hips as he lines himself up, moaning around Dave’s length as he slides into you slowly. You rock your hips back to meet his thrusts, taking Dave out of your mouth just for a moment to moan out “Harder,” before Daniel slaps a hand against your ass cheek, “You’ll take what we give you darling, don’t get greedy now.” He growls before picking up the pace.

Dave guides his length back down your throat, ignoring the way you cough and gag around him, Danny’s thrusts driving him further down your throat. The feeling of both your holes being filled is almost too much, but the way Dave’s practiced fingers are massaging your scalp as he uses your throat is enough to keep you grounded. He pulls away for just a second, your moans, no longer muffled, fill the room. “Just had to hear your pretty fucked out moans baby. You know it’s my favorite sound.” Dave smiles, taking in the way you look. Spit smeared against your chin, mascara running as tears slip from your eyes, mouth open, constant puffs of moans falling from your lips.

Dave slips back into your mouth, grunting as you hum around him. You swallow around his length, “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warns, you hum in response, swirling your tongue, and hollowing your cheeks. His thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls back so just his tip is resting against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around the head, feeling his grip tighten on your hair, “Shit baby, just like that, fuck!” He grunts as he cums into your mouth. “Hold it,” he says, coming down from his high, slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you up until your back is flat against Danny’s chest, his cum still in your mouth. “Good girls share,” He says before connecting your lips, swiping his tongue through your mouth as he gathers up his own cum. You moan as he takes it into his mouth, pressing against you, as he meets Danny’s lips. “Oh shit,” you whine, letting your head fall back against Danny’s shoulder as you watch your boyfriend pass his cum between him and his friends mouths. You can feel Danny’s throat bobbing as he swallows, “Fuck, I’m close,” he pants out, thrusting into you roughly. “Me too,” You whine taking in the feeling of both of their bodies pressed against yours. Dave reaches down to your bundle of nerves, circling around it with two fingers. “C’mon. Cum together,” He pants, attaching his lips to your neck, leaving what’s sure to be a nice mark for tomorrow. Daniel’s thrusts get sloppy and he lets out rhythmic grunts as he thrusts, “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, and your stomach tightens, bringing you to your second high. “Cum inside me,” you beg, moving your hips down, pressing into the friction Dave is providing against your clit. “Fuck baby, that’s so hot,” Danny grunts, “Fuck,” he whines, driving his hips into you roughly, crying out as he reaches his high. The feeling of him emptying into you is enough to send you over the edge, moaning out his name as you cum, riding out your orgasm, clenching around his length as he comes down.

Dave slows his movements against your clit, and Daniel slides out of you slowly, you gasp at the loss and the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. You flop against Daves chest, Daniel joining, laying down with his chest pressed against your back as he buries his face into your neck. “That was great,” Dave says, the first one to speak up. You giggle, before breaking out into laughter, “Yeah, yeah it really was,” you sigh, reaching for Dannys hand, intertwining your fingers. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he giggles, breath puffing against your neck. “We could make this work, y’know. All of us? Properly.” You suggest softly, the post sex glow allowing you to feel vulnerable. “Is that something you guys would want? You’d want me?” Danny asks, meeting Dave’s eyes. Dave nods, “Yeah,” he laughs, “Fuck yeah.”

“We can talk about it more later, for now, cuddles are in order,” you say, shifting so you’re facing Danny, Dave curled against your back, arms around your waist. You press a gentle kiss against Danny’s lips as he presses into you, before falling into that blissful post orgasm daze, a comfortable silence settling over the room as you all bask in the feeling.

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