The Lovers, The Dreamers, And Us || Josh Kiszka X F!reader

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I think each of the boys would have a different way of greeting you after getting off stage:

I think Jake would put his arm around you, ask "how'd you like it?" and then drag you into the shower with him. He'd tell you that he was thinking about you the whole show, and make the bathroom a little extra steamy.

Josh would plant a wet kiss right on your forehead and snuggle into your neck before taking you to his dressing room and changing whilst you make him a throat coat tea. (He'd definitely save you a rose).

Sam would just flop down on the green room couch, practically laying on top of you, koala-ing himself onto you and thank you for coming. He'd absolutely pass out until it was time to go, and then coerce you into "helping" him change.

Danny, I think, would make the biggest deal, wrapping you in a tight hug, maybe even picking you up off the ground and spinning you around. He would most definitely kiss you and make you shower with him. He'd also ALWAYS ask what your favorite part was.

Lavender (J.M.K)

Summary: You pause movie night to give your boyfriend all of your attention.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff (aftercare), some angst if you squint?

Word Count:  just under 2k

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (M receiving), M!sub, penetration (reader receiving), not quite but almost degradation and brat taming? (reader is very dominant) 

A/N: The inspiration for this fic is Josh’s ass; just GODDAMN yk? Please read the smut psa section in my masterlist post!

You had begun watching Dirty Dancing tangled on your couch with Josh, him on his back with you laying on your side, your upper body held against his chest and your legs in between his own; however, now an hour into the movie, you found that the two of you had almost completely switched positions. As you lounged on your back, still attempting to pay attention to the screen across the room, Josh lay sprawled on top of you, the fronts of your bodies pressed flush against each other. He had been lazily peppering kisses across your neck for the last 10 minutes, occasionally adding the slightest suction or nips to your skin.

“Hey love?” you questioned gently.

The only response you got was a quiet “Hm?” as Josh continued his light assault on your neck.

“Considering you were the one to suggest the movie, you’re not paying a lot of attention to it.”

He pulls away and sits up, causing him to straddle your hips as he looks down at you with a faint look of worry apparent in his expression. “I’m sorry, do you not want me to do that? I should have asked.”

You follow suit, sitting up to face him, bringing your hands up to trace circles into the tops of his thighs with your thumbs. “It’s not that, don’t worry. I just meant, do you want to pause it so we can continue this. I want you to have my full attention, baby.”

A faint blush creeps into his cheeks as he smiles, “Yeah, I’d really like that.” he says as you reach for the remote, pausing the events unfolding on the screen.

Your hands travel to his hips as you look up at him. “Perfect.” you say, before his hands come up to the sides of your jaw and you bring your mouth up to his, lips coming together in a slow kiss. He gently grinds down on you, and suddenly the energy between the two of you changes, now charged with desire. You deepen the kiss, lightly swiping your tongue across the bottom of his upper lip, and his mouth opens ever so slightly in return. You grip his hips as he moves against you, and you feel him already hardening in his sweats.

Moving your hands to his ass you give a teasing squeeze, which causes him to grind down on you, a light huff followed by a groan escaping his lips. “You like that, huh?” you ask, smiling up at him wolfishly as you squeeze again, harder; this time bringing your hips up to meet his own. He sucks a deep breath in through his teeth and lets his face turn towards the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping your upper arms. Breath already uneven, he brings his face back towards yours, pressing your foreheads together as his lips ghost your own.

“Yeah,” he pants, “I really fucking do.” Your lips crash into each other, and you bite down on his bottom lip as you grip his ass, repeating your motion of rocking his hips into yours, causing a loud moan to escape him. You eat the sound up, keeping your mouths connected as you push him backwards so that he lands on his back on the couch, his head propped up on a throw pillow as you settle your body between his legs.

He lets out a surprised gasp, which quickly transforms into a breathy moan as you begin biting and sucking at the delicate skin of his jaw and neck. Bracing yourself on one arm, you let your other hand resume its position on his ass once more, bringing his hips up to meet your body as you grind down on him. You pull his shirt over his head, discarding it into a corner of your living room as you lower yourself back down onto him, exploring the now uncovered expanse of his chest with your mouth. Gasps and groans tumble out of his mouth as you palm him through his sweats, continuing your mouths descent until you reach just above his waistband.

“Stop teasing me, please.” he gasps as you wrap your hand around his still covered, painfully hard dick.

“Patience baby, don’t rush.” you purr against his skin, “I told you I wanted you to have my full attention, now you have it.” You take your hand away as you sit up, slowly bringing it down his thigh toward his knee and make sure he’s looking at you before you continue, “If you keep complaining about my pace, then I’ll leave you right here on this couch all hot and bothered for me, and you’ll have to take care of yourself with your hand. Do you want that?”

He shoots up slightly, panic in his already lightly glassy eyes as he props himself on his elbows. “No! No, please don’t. I won’t complain anymore, I promise. Just, please don’t leave.”

You bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t.” you reply sweetly to ease his brief panic, before slipping back into the more dominant role you had taken, grinning at him hungrily as you make your way back down to his waistband. “Since you begged so nice for me.” You look up at him as you slowly draw his boxers and pants down, his cock springing free, slapping his stomach and beginning to leak as you toss the remains of his clothes off to the side.

You position yourself in between his legs on your knees as you take him in your hand, slowly pumping with one hand as the other travels up his inner thigh, guiding his legs to open wider. You lower your lips onto him, kissing the head of his leaking cock, causing him to take a sharp breath in, whining when you take your lips away. You raise your eyebrows waiting for his string of protests, and when none come and you are met with only a quiet huff, you reward him by replacing your lips; this time continuing your descent, taking him all the way to his base in one motion.

His head falls back, mouth opening wide with a guttural moan as one hand grips the cushion below him, the other tangling in your hair. You bob your head up and down, eliciting a constant stream of gasps and moans from him as he begins to squirm beneath you. “I’m… I’m close.” He stutters out, eyes squeezed shut and breaths erratic. You immediately remove your mouth, a pained cry of protest escaping him.

“You don’t get to finish until I do.” you state firmly. “If you have an issue with that, my statement from earlier still stands.” He rapidly shakes his head, frustrated tears forming on his waterline as the hand that was in your hair falls across his stomach, his other fist releasing the wrinkled fabric below him. “That’s what I thought.” you say before standing up, Josh fearful of your prior threat before he watches you remove your clothes, which swiftly join his in a pile on the floor.

You quickly return to him, straddling him and immediately reaching down to align his dick before you sink down onto him. His back arches off the couch at the sudden and intense contact, his hands gripping your thighs and a pornographic moan leaving him as you begin to slowly lift yourself off him before sinking down once more. Panting, he manages to sit up, his lips desperately finding yours, his hands gripping your hips as you move up and down on him. Your hands tangle in his hair, giving a light tug on the roots at the nape of his neck, causing his head to fall back and expose his neck to you. As you begin to suck hickeys into his skin, he whimpers, tears finally spilling from his eyes.

“Please… Please I’m so fucking close. I- I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” He whines as you ride him towards overstimulation.

You bring your lips up to the shell of his ear. “You can let go, cum for me baby.” you say gently. With these words, he goes over the edge, half groaning and half-sobbing as he empties himself into you. You grind yourself into his pelvic bone chasing your own high, and find it soon after in a series of moans and curses.

The two of you collapse onto the couch together as you come down, breathing hard and limbs weak from exhaustion. You lift yourself off him, his cum beginning to leak from you as you lay together for a while, catching your breath. You turn your face towards him, and notice the trails left from his tears for the first time. Bringing your hand up to wipe them away, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw. “You ok love?”

He cracks his eyes open, still glassy and pupils dilated, and smiles softly at you. “Mhm, never better.” He responds before kissing your forehead and drawing you closer to him.

Relief washes over you, all worry of you having been too rough gone. “How about we go take a bath, how does that sound?” You ask, already beginning to get up and try to clean the two of you off with one of the shirts you had grabbed from the floor.

He allows you to pull him up to a stand, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck as you gently rub his back. “Sounds amazing.” he mumbles. You move away from him, taking his hands in yours as you lead him to your bathroom, arriving and plugging the drain in the tub then turning the hot water on.

“Can you pick out a bath oil, love?” you ask as you check the temperature of the water coming out of the faucet. He silently grabs one out of your cabinet and hands it to you. “Lavender,” you smile at him, “Great choice, baby.” you say as you pour the oil into the steaming water below. You turn the faucet off as the water nears the edge, getting in and motioning for him to follow. He steps in and sits down in front of you, relaxing against you as your arms snake under his, wrapping around his middle.

You press a kiss to his shoulder as you massage his aching muscles, reveling in his soft sigh as you place another kiss on his jaw. “Is it a wash day for your hair, love? Don’t want to mess up your routine.” you say, carefully keeping his hair out of the water as you await his response.

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m exhausted, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” he mumbles, voice barely audible as he begins to drift closer and closer to sleep.

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me. We both know I don’t have the upper body strength to drag you out of the tub and into bed.” you joke, already reaching for his body wash. He laughs lightly and tries to open his eyes. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make this quick. We’ll just clean off a little and then go to bed, alright?”

“Mhm, sounds good.” he replies, just barely louder than his previous response.

You finish quickly and drain the tub as you dry yourself and your boyfriend off. The two of you make your way to your bedroom, and you have to all but wrestle Josh into a pair of underwear as he struggles, half-asleep, to stay standing. Deciding that that was enough for now, you guide him to your bed, barely moving the covers away before he clumsily climbs in, practically passing out on the spot. You laugh, getting your own clothes on and climbing in after him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling his back against your chest as you drift off, joining him in soft, comfortable sleep.

Thinking about gripping joshs jaw in my hand as I ride his thigh, telling him things like “such a pretty thing aren’t you” and “such a good boy letting me use you” and watching his cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink as he nods the best he can with your grip on his jaw, he could be using his hands to touch himself but instead he’s desperately pawing at you, grabbing the soft skin of your hip in one hand and grabbing your breast with the other, a firm grip on both as he murmurs out “please...please fuck me....sit on my cock it’s so hard for you” You keep holding his gaze up at you as you shift and sink down on his length, savoring the way his eyes roll back as you reach the hilt and the way he lifts his hips to get just a little deeper, rushing out “thank you..fuck-thank you” as his brows turn up in the middle.

yeah... no notes to add... that is... yeah.

To further it however; Josh desperately thanking you would pair so well with Josh later choking out "oh fuck! I'm sorry, I'm coming-! I'm sorry-" when he can't help but finish before he intended.

I colored it in :3

Mine.

Danny x Reader

Word Count: 4324

Warnings: mentions of an ex cheating, allusion of best friend and ex hooking up, if there's anything else i should add here pls lmk!

A/N: hihi! this is my first ever fic so i'm a tiny bit nervous to post but i thought what better way to start putting stuff out than participating in a little bit of halloween fun and joining gretaween!!! i had a lot of fun writing this and if i had more time to devote towards it, it would've been a bit more thought out and the plot would be better written and all that good shit so if you like this as is let me know and i might come back and rewrite it with more detail :)

The air crackled with a thrilling energy, the scent of autumn leaves and pumpkins recently carved mingling with the pulsating beat of the music. It was Halloween night, and the streets were lined with cars and groups of people, their laughter and chatter echoing down the street. You were dressed as the twins from The Shining with your best friend and roommate Jordan, who had helped you put on fake blood about an hour ago before heading to the party at Tyler’s house. The two of you had been looking forward to this party all month, Halloween had always been your guy’s favorite holiday. You both believe nothing beats being able to dress up in matching costumes with your best friend since second grade.

But now you’re struggling to find her, she somehow managed to slip away from you while talking to a group of people you’ve just met for the first time. This party was bigger than the ones your friends usually have, but you expected it to be with it being Halloween. What you didn’t expect was to spend the night without your best friend at your side. It was unlike Jordan to have run off without letting you know where she went, but you brush it off and try to have some fun until you can find her.

You make your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink in an attempt to take the edge off your worriedness. Although you assure yourself that you can have fun without Jordan nearby, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve lost the sense of security she usually brings you. You hope to find someone you can stick around with for a while, but it feels unlikely as you don’t know most of the people here. Tyler isn’t even a close friend of yours and it was a surprise he even invited you at all. The two of you met at your coffee shop job months ago through Danny, a mutual friend of yours, but the two of you haven’t really gotten to know each other that well. You were flattered by the invite though, it wasn’t often you were being invited to events without it being for Jordan.

In the kitchen you find Tyler surrounded by friends you recognize as being part of his street hockey team. You’ve seen pictures of them before but haven’t been introduced to any of them yet. He notices you, and waves you over to join the group. All of his friends say hi and introduce themselves, and one of them offers to make you a drink. He makes it while you finish being introduced to everyone, along with a few girlfriends who were there.

As you drink the concoction handed to you, the boys leave to play beer pong, leaving you with their girlfriends. You take their departure as an excuse for you to leave the kitchen as well, keeping an eye out for Jordan as you look for anyone you already know. You wish you would have invited more of your friends to this party, but most of them already had other plans by the time you could ask them. Besides Jordan, Tyler, and Danny, you know anyone else who was going to be here.

You make your way into the living room now, and you catch a glimpse of light blue in the corner of your eye. Finally, there she is. You walk over to the opposite corner of the room towards Jordan, weaving your way through the crowd of people. But before you can reach her, you notice a familiar face walking towards her. 

Evan, your ex boyfriend stands in front of her now and passionately kisses her lips as he pulls her into his body. His hands wander over her skin and she leans in to whisper something into his ear, unaware that you are watching. The two of them start to sneak off down the hallway hand in hand and you start seeing red.

Betrayal spreads over every inch of your body, tangling itself around your throat making it hard to breathe. Suddenly everything is louder, your dress feels tighter, and you find it difficult to stand on your own two feet. The image sears itself into your mind, an unbearable weight of heartbreak threatening to drown you. You quickly take a step back as you try to take control of yourself, bumping into someone in the process. You don’t bother looking over to see who was behind you, hoping that they weren’t paying enough attention to notice or care.

Not wanting to stick around for even a second longer, you turn around and quickly make your way through the house. Or at least, that was the goal. Dodging and weaving through groups of people becomes harder than it's ever been before and your frustration almost explodes out of you. Your eyes land on the back door, yet despite it being in sight, it seems to be getting further and further away as your desperation for space and fresh air grows. 

After what feels like hours, you reach the door and walk outside to look for a quiet spot you can hide away in. Luckily, the backyard didn’t have many people in it, the temperature dropped quite a bit since you were last outside and it moved just about everyone inside to seek warmth. 

Turning to your left, you find landscaping surrounded by a low brick wall that wraps to the side of the house that you can sit on. The boom of the music and the chattering voices still find you back here as they pour out of the open windows, but you aren’t drowning in it now. 

Finally having a moment to yourself, you let out the heavy sigh you’ve been holding in. The simple act alone removed tension you didn’t even realize you were holding. You take in deep breaths as the tears begin to flow freely down your cheeks. The tears burn as they warm your cheeks which have been chilled from the cool wind. You wipe your tears off and try to steady your breathing, in attempts to calm yourself from full on sobbing at this party. 

Looking up at the sky you notice how the moon is big and bright, illuminating the sky around it. You watch as the clouds move and warp near the moon, the texture reminding you of waves in the ocean. The movement puts you in a trance of sorts, almost if the time stopped for you while the rest of the world went on by. 

The sound of a leaf crunching near you shakes you from your thoughts. You look up, your face giving away that you are a little frightened, to find Danny looking down at you with an apologetic look before speaking. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for where you ran off to, why didn’t you say hi or anything before going off like that?” Danny asks as he sits next to you on the brick.

Danny is part of a group of friends you met almost two years ago now. The group consists of a very lively bunch of friends in their mid twenties who all live in or just outside of the city of Nashville. One night he had you join him for a drunken night of karaoke and pool at a bar downtown and ever since the two of you have been good friends. You were by far closest with him out of the group, only ever agreeing to join their gatherings if you knew he’d be there too. Yet out of all the friends, he was around the least. His busy work schedule made it hard for him to be home, but he always made sure to squeeze in some time to see you and his friends when he could.

Even though you wanted nothing more than to be at home and alone, locked away in the safety of your room right now, you were grateful he had found you out here in the cold. Having anyone besides Jordan at your side when you felt as shitty as this was something you weren’t used to, but you welcomed the concern regardless. You knew deep down you needed someone to lean on at a time like this, despite your track record of pushing everyone else away. All your mutual friends say that he’s the kind of person you’d want around when things aren't going your way, and you can’t help but agree with them in this moment. 

Although it wasn’t hard for you to agree with that; his presence was strong yet comforting like the drums in your favorite song. His smile was as warm as a cup of hot chocolate, with his hair and eyes matching in hue. God, he is so pretty.

If it wasn’t for his height and muscles you’d think he was secretly a living teddy bear; his heart and beauty could mesmerize anyone who had the fortune of meeting him. So in a time like this, you were happy he was next to you. If anyone could fight the pit of despair burning in your stomach it would be him.

The wind picks up and sends a shiver down your spine, snapping you out of your thoughts. You silently curse yourself for agreeing on wearing a short dress when you know Halloween always ends up getting ridiculously cold. Although you couldn’t have known you’d be spending your night hiding away in the corner of a backyard instead of enjoying the party inside…

“I didn’t mean to leave you, sorry.” You say as you sigh. “I honestly didn’t even see you.” 

Your eyes scan over the ground as you speak. The fallen leaves seem to be more interesting than ever before. 

“That’s alright, what are you doing out here all by yourself in the cold?”

You shrug, unable to come up with a sufficient lie to tell him.

“Are you trying to make yourself sick?” He softly jokes, nudging you with his elbow and hoping that it’ll get you to smile even a little. 

But you don't even look up at him. Your mind is too clouded with the horrible sight you stumbled upon to focus on him. It takes most of your effort just to listen to what he’s saying to you. He can tell your mind isn't very present at the moment and he starts to pull you into his arms.

“Oh, c’mere.” 

You try to focus on him again as he scoots closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your eyes still don’t leave the ground as you aren’t ready to look him in the eyes yet. His sweater is incredibly soft though, and you find that you can’t help but lean into his warmth. You start to feel a bit better as his body helps shield some of the wind from breezing against your bare skin. 

“Talk to me, y/n.” He whispers to you.

“Sorry, I just needed to get away from the crowd for a little bit.”

“Hey, no need to apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong. You okay?”

“I’m good, yeah. Thanks for checking in on me though.”

“You sure? You don’t look good.” He says before making a face and correcting himself. 

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. You look good, really good actually. That shade of blue suits you really well, y’know. What I meant is, it looks like something is bothering you. You seem really upset. And I want to help you.”

“Ugh, fine. Yeah, you’re right. I’m actually having a really shitty night and I was honestly about to call it quits and just go home.” You say as you slouch and look down, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Oh. Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is soft and his thumb starts to rub in half circles on the side of your arm.

“Promise you won’t say anything to anyone? I really don’t want to make a bigger deal out of this.”

“Your secrets will always be safe with me, y/n.”

You nod, knowing he was right.

“It’s Jordan…” you sigh before continuing. 

“I haven’t seen her like at all tonight and when I finally found her, my ex was all over her. Then they snuck off down the hallway and I don’t really want to know what happened after that.”

“What the hell? I am so sorry you had to see that, I can’t even imagine what that feels like. That is so fucking awful and disrespectful, I thought she was your best friend? Didn’t she know he was your ex?”

“Yeah, she was. And she most definitely did know, I used to trust her with everything. She was there for me through the entire messy breakup even. And yet she still went behind my back tonight, and by the looks of it probably more even before tonight.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, didn’t you say he cheated on you? That’s why the two of you broke up?”

“Mhm. Found him with a girl we went to college with. Her dorm was down the hall from mine, I think they had a class together once. But that was a while ago. I guess he’s just been fucking around with anyone that’s willing. I just, never thought Jordan would do something like that to anyone… To me. God, just the thought of them doing that makes me sick. I can’t even get the image out of my head. And to think I thought she was my friend…”

You go to wipe a tear off of your cheek, hoping Danny hasn’t noticed it yet. But before you could, he’s already wiping it for you with his sleeve. The gesture makes you want to cry even more. He’s always been so sweet and caring towards you, something you weren’t used to coming from anyone else. Despite wanting to hide away and not let him see you like this, you feel so safe to show your emotions around him. He isn’t going to judge you one bit for feeling and reacting this way. 

He wraps both of his arms around you now and pulls you into a hug while assuring you things will be okay. You don’t really believe him at the moment, as the weight of the world is on your shoulders, but you’re grateful for the positive words in a time like this.

His embrace is warm, soft and gentle. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air in front of you; it’s woodsy and clean. Your tears dampen his curls as you nestle your head further into the crook of his neck. He holds you while you cry, not saying a word in hopes that he doesn’t disturb you more than you already have been.

"I've been there," he finally confessed to you. "I know what it feels like to have your heart torn to shreds by someone you thought you could trust. Someone that you thought loved you."

You look up at him surprised. He hadn't ever talked about his own experiences with heartbreak. Danny usually played the cool fun supportive friend. You’d never known he’d dealt with something like this before.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, not sure if you should ask him to continue or let it be.  "I didn't know."

He shook his head, a faint smile forming on his lips. 

"It's okay. It's not something I talk about much. I kind of just try to pretend it didn’t happen and go on like it doesn’t bother me."

A silence fell between the two of you, a silence filled with unspoken emotions. You sat there with his arms around you, the warmth of his touch comforting both of you. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

You raise your head up off his shoulder and look at him inquisitively. 

“I can let you crash at my place for the night if you’d like. That way you don’t have to go home with Jordan. You can have the guest room. It’s only about a five or ten minute walk from here, not too bad.”

“Yeah that sounds great. I actually didn’t even think about how I was going to get home tonight.”

“Well now you don’t have to worry about it! Want me to make some hot chocolate or something when we get there to help warm you back up?”

“Oh, you really do know the way to my heart don’t you?” A smile spreads across both of your faces.

You stand up, reaching your hand out to Danny and he takes it. The two of you make your way around the house and start the short walk to his house. 

As the two of you walk, a huge gust of wind blows against you both and you begin to shiver. Danny’s hand lets go of yours and you look up from the ground at him. Your eyes look to his, and see him pulling off his sweater revealing the white t-shirt he had on underneath. 

“Here. You need this more than I do right now.”

“But you’ll be cold, I can wait a few more minutes. It’s fine.”

“Just take it, I can handle a few minutes without it. You’ve been cold way longer.”

You take the sweater from his hands and the body heat that lingers warms your hands instantly. Pulling the sweater over your head you’re hit with the smell of his cologne. It’s woodsy and clean. You’re instantly wrapped in warmth, the wind only able to hit your face and legs now. The sweater is a bit oversized on you, but it’s incredibly comfortable. 

He steps in front of you and reaches up to untuck your hair from the sweater, his hand brushing against the side on your cheek in the process. The accidental touch of your skin causes you to blush and look away, Daniel mirroring your actions.

“Thanks,” you say just above a whisper as you look forward to him again. If it wasn't for the fact he’s still standing right in front of you, he wouldn’t have heard you.

“No problem.” He says just as quietly.

“Can I ask something?” You say as the two of you begin to walk again.

“Of course you can.”

“What was your costume supposed to be?”

“You can’t tell? I'm a scarecrow…duh…” His voice waves in unconfidence.

“No and I’m not sure you can tell either, that wasn’t a very confident response.”

“Okay fine, I waited too late to choose a costume and had to scramble at the last second to figure it out. Couldn’t think of anything else that could work with what I already own so I just wore one of my sweaters. I had a straw hat but it got passed around at Tyler’s and I don’t know where it ended up so I don’t think I’m getting that back any time soon.”

“You really couldn't think of anything else?! From your closet? Danny, don’t you have like, loads of cool stuff from all your traveling and band outfits?”

“I mean yeah, but I was under a time crunch! I just went with the first thing I could think of!” He puts his hands up defensively as another gust of wind blows by.

“If you say so…”

“Alright fine, if you’re going to judge why don’t you think of something better that I could’ve been.”

Leaves shake off the nearby trees, falling all around the two of you. The dull autumn colors cascade to the ground similarly to confetti, and you both watch as some get carried away down the street in the wind. When you look back at Danny, you notice a singular leaf landed in his hair, holding onto his dark brown curls. You chuckle lightly, gaining his attention.

“What’s so funny?” He asks with a small smile.

“You.” 

His smile widens as he tips his head to the side silently asking you to explain.

“You’ve got a big leaf in your hair. Which I suppose is pretty fitting for a scarecrow.”

“Ah, the weather finally decided to help sell the costume I see.”

“Here, let me get it for you.”

You step up onto your tippy toes and reach for the leaf. Danny hesitantly holds onto your waist to give you some stability as you stretch all the way out. You grab the leaf and hold it in front of him to see before letting go of it, allowing the wind to take it away. 

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” You smirk at how similar the conversation just was.

“I bet I can beat you to the end of the street.”

Before you could register what he said, Danny started sprinting down the street. It was a completely unfair race as he was in tennis shoes and you were in heels, not to mention his lack of a fair countdown. But your shoes were sturdy enough for you to attempt to catch up, just not as quickly as you’d like. Your eyes stay on the ground in front of you to make sure you don’t trip on anything on your way. His laughing being your guide as to how far you’ve got left. But as you reach the end of the street his laughing has subsided and you look up and don’t see him. 

“Daniel, if I turn this corner and you jump out at me I will turn around and walk all the way back to my house. And I’ll steal this sweater from you, you’ll never see it again.”

“Aw dammit, how’d you know I was going to scare you!” He says as he steps around the corner with a childish grin.

“It’s Halloween! Of course you’d try and find an opportunity to scare me. Nice try though. You’ll have to try harder to scare me next time.”

“Oh I will, just you wait.”

He turns around to continue walking, but abruptly turns around and puts his hands up in an attempt to surprise you. You flinch slightly, and the two of you burst out in laughter.

“You jumped!” He says through a huge smile. “Because you did first! It wasn’t scary though!” You say as you laugh.

“Mhm, sure it wasn’t.” His smile widening.

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute. It’s not going to work on me.”

“Oh really?” He says as he steps closer to you.

“Yeah, I told you, you’re going to have to try harder.” You step even closer to him, your faces just inches away from each other.

“Well fine. I guess I’ll just have to do this then!”

He grabs onto your waist and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder in one swift motion. The action elicits a yelp from you, taking you off guard. You start to protest as he begins to tickle you, which sends the two of you into a fit of giggles as you try to wriggle free from his arms. After a little bit Danny sets you down as quickly and effortlessly as he picked you up. He gives you a side hug and smiles down at you and reaches for your hand. The two of you continue walking to his house, only a few streets away now.

The rest of the walk is silent, but it’s not uncomfortable. Actually, it's quite the opposite. You both look around at all the houses that are intricately decorated for the holiday, occasionally nudging the other to have them see. Neither of your smiles leave your faces the rest of the way, both happily content to be spending time together, despite the lack of conversation happening. You’ve never felt so comfortable next to someone in your life like you do now. Danny's presence brings you a peace you’ve never felt before.

As you round one final street corner, his house finally comes into view. These final steps to his property become bittersweet. While you’re glad to go inside and warm up, part of you wants to just sit outside with Danny forever. After tonight's events, you feel closer to him than you’ve ever been before. The way the two of you have joked around, the way he has been so sweet, the way he has been looking at you. You want to live in this moment forever.

“Here we are.” Danny says as he walks up the driveway towards his porch, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking...”

“Yeah? About what?” He asks as he unlocks the door.

“I think I know what you could’ve been for Halloween.” You say as you grin and take a step towards him and the door.

“Oh, do tell.” He turns around, now face to face with you.

“Mine.” 

You step up on your toes and press a singular kiss onto his lips. He steps closer to you and lets his keys fall to the ground in the process. The sound pierces through the tension between the two of you like a knife. Your eyes follow the sound of the keys, but his hands lightly cup both sides of your face and tilt your head up to look him in the eyes. He looks at you and his eyes staring into yours as if to ask for permission. You nod slightly before his lips are crashing onto yours. 

When he finally pulls away, the two of you can’t help but laugh as you catch your breaths. You look away but can feel his eyes burning into you, silently begging you to look at him again. He reaches for your hand and pulls it towards his face, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“God, I have been wanting to do that for so long. I’m so glad we did. Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

“Please do.”

anyone else just think that brothers??

or just me?

-Spoil You Rotten-

Sam Kiszka/Reader

18+ Only!

You were only here because it was your best friend's birthday. You'd never spend this much money for a night out at such a fancy restaurant otherwise.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for your best friend among the sea of well-dressed patrons. Every woman seemed to be draped in luxurious fabrics, their jewelry most likely more expensive than your car. Men donned in tailored outfit exuded an air of confident sophistication that you just couldn't mimic.

You, on the other hand, felt out of place in your simple ensemble, its lack of embellishments a stark contrast to the attire around you.

You shuffled past a waiter who side-eyed you a bit, finally catching a glimpse of your friends familiar hair. She grinned and waved you over, gesturing to the seat beside her.

"Hey, you made it!" She exclaimed. Her grin widened, causing you to smile as well, her joy infectious.

Your eyes glanced at the various faces at the table. You recognized nearly all of them, most being mutual friends of yours. One, though, you've never met.

He wore a purple and white bleached button up shirt, though it was half-unbuttoned, exposing his soft chest. An expensive looking gold pendant hung around his neck, the gold glinting back at you in the gentle candlelight around the table. His short chestnut hair was pushed back out of his face, showing off his honey brown eyes and a little scruff of facial hair. His lithe fingers delicately lifted the champagne glass up to his lips, your eyes following it without thinking.

Okay, you admit that this stranger was pretty. His eyes met yours for just a moment, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"Oh, Y/N, this is Sam. He and his brothers are good friends of mine, and-" Your friend kept explaining how she knew him, but to be honest, you weren't paying attention.

Sam... so that was his name...

"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you say, your voice a little breathless as you extended your hand towards him. Sam's honey brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his fingers calloused but palms soft. Your face suddenly felt a bit warm.

"Nice to meet you too, sweetheart," Sam replied in a playful tone. He released your hand and, with a teasing wink, knocked back the rest of his champagne.

Your friend leaned over, her laughter bubbling up from her lips, "He's always like that, pay him no mind," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. You couldn't help but join in her laughter, the tension from the momentary exchange easing as a sense of familiarity settled in.

As the dinner progressed, your focus shifted back to the party for your friend. Everyone presented her with various gifts; a new pair of shoes, the book series she's been eyeing for a while, a whole box of cookies from her favorite local bakery, an expensive gold bracelet from Sam, and from you, a simple hand-knit scarf.

Your gift seemed ordinary in comparison, but when she wrapped you in a tight hug you let go of your anxieties, knowing she loved it just as much as she did everything else.

You caught Sam's gaze again out of the corner of your eye, that mischievous glint in his eyes again.

"That's a great scarf, Y/N..." He mumbled, a slight twinge of admiration worming its way into his voice, "You're pretty good with your hands, eh?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson, the heat spreading across your face like wildfire. There were a few chuckles as you looked away from Sam, unsure if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.

You shook your head and tried to ignore it as a waiter came over to take your dinner orders. You silently paled at the prices, wondering if it was worth next week's groceries for a nice dinner tonight. Your decision was made for you when Sam spoke up.

"I'll pay for everyone tonight."

A few polite objections came up, but he waved them off with a chuckle, "Nope, I've already decided. Order whatever you guys like, I've got the bill handled," His eyes met yours and, for a second, you felt like he was speaking to you directly, "Let me spoil everyone a bit."

You still tried to order something inexpensive, then leaned over to your friend.

"Hey," You whispered, "Is he really gonna pay for everyone's food?"

"Oh yeah, he is. He does this all the time," She replies with a quiet laugh, "He won't take no for an answer, so don't even try."

"How does he even have so much money?" You ask in a hushed whisper. Sam didn't seem to dress excessively lavish or anything, so his apparent wealth was surprising.

"Oh, you didn't know? He's a musician, he and his brothers. They're all in a band."

You sputtered a bit, covering your noise of surprise with an awkward cough. The first chance you got, you pulled out your cell phone, tucking it under the table a bit and typing the band name into Google.

"Holy shit..." You mumbled to yourself. Sam was a celebrity?? You shouldn't have been surprised, really; the guy oozes charisma and your friend has always had a knack for befriending popular people.

You looked him up and down again, looking away when you realized he had caught you staring. Trying to avoid his gaze, you accepted a glass of wine offered to you, sipping it quickly.

"Let's raise a toast to the birthday girl!" Someone suggested, everyone agreeing.

You risked another glance at Sam as you lifted your glass, and promptly gripped the table as hard as you could.

Sam's eyes never left yours as he raised his wine glass, an unreadable expression on his face. His other hand, though, subtly pulled at the front of his shirt, exposing one of his nipples.

Fuck... He was flirting with you, wasn't he??

As soon as the toast was said, you all but chugged your wine. You were way too sober for this situation, face red and hot. Sam seemed unbothered, laughing with the others like nothing happened.

"You should go for it."

The sudden whisper from your friend surprised you, nearly giving yourself whiplash from how fast you turned to look at her.

"W-what?"

"Sam. You should totally ask him out. I bet he'd say yes."

You scoffed quietly, shaking your head, "There's no way. He's cute and all, but I'm just a nobody."

Your friend had this look on her face, like she knew something you didn't.

"It's your choice, but I think you should do it."

The quiet conversation between the two of you trailed off as the party neared its end. The lively atmosphere that had filled the room seemed to fade into a soft hum, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You had indulged in a few glasses of wine at this point, the liquid adding a gentle sway to your movements. The champagne from earlier had only heightened the intoxicating haze that enveloped you.

As you stood, you could feel a slight wobble in your steps, your mind momentarily disoriented by the heady mixture of alcohol and emotions in you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and wished everyone a good night.

A a chorus of farewells and well wishes met your ears, but you dared not risk a glance in Sam's direction. You knew that if your eyes were to meet, all your resolve to go home without making a fool of yourself would crumble like a sandcastle at high tide.

Instead, you focused on getting to your car and back home. You dug around for your keys, blinking away the double vision that appeared for a minute. Maybe you shouldn't drive. But, you couldn't just leave your car here...

A warm, calloused hand snagged your keys from your unsuspecting grip.

You whirled around, your eyes widening as you caught sight of Sam standing there with a gentle grin on his face, your keys held delicately between his fingers. The flickering lamplight cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating the twinkle in his eyes.

"I, ah, don't think you should be driving, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious timbre.

"I... I can handle it," you mumbled, your voice betraying your uncertainty as you reached out instinctively for your keys. But before your trembling fingers could grasp them, Sam swiftly moved his hand out of your reach, his eyes never leaving yours.

"No, you really shouldn't," he insisted gently, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's not safe, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

You watched as he let himself into the driver's side of your car, gesturing to the passenger seat.

"Well?"

"What?" You asked, not understanding.

"Are you gonna get in so I can drive you home or do you need me to help you into the car?" He asked, a small chuckle slipping out.

Drive you home?? You just met the guy tonight, and still had no clear read on him or his personality, and he had spent all night sort-of flirting with you. The logical thing would be to turn him down and just call for an Uber.

But... you couldn't lie. He was pretty, he seemed nice enough, and damn it, it's been a while since you'd went home with anyone. So, after shooting your friend a quick text, you climbed into the passenger seat of your car and told him the address so he could pull it up on his phone.

You hoped this wasn't a mistake.

The car ride was silent for a while. You stared out the window as Sam drove, occasionally taking quick glances at his reflection.

He really was pretty. There was a feminine charm to him with his soft skin and delicate limbs, but his strong features and low voice that made your knees weak gave him a masculine energy that turned heads.

When he met your gaze this time, you didn't look away.

"Y/N, you're staring," He teased, looking unbothered.

"Yeah..." You replied, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

"You seem to do that a lot."

"I have... recently..."

"Mhm... I see."

The car was quiet again, too quiet. You could feel the tension in the air, and it was driving you crazy.

"Thanks for paying for everyone tonight. That was generous of you." You mumbled, hoping to break the awkward silence.

The soft illumination of the passing streetlights painted delicate shadows on his face, accentuating the contours of his features as he spoke, "I like spoiling people..." He glanced over at you, "And you looked like you could use a bit of spoiling."

Your face burned red at that, but you managed to pull a response from your lips. "I, um... thanks. I really appreciate it, Sam. If you ever want, I can pay you back..."

"Nope." Was his simple response.

"But-"

"Nuh-uh. I have more money than I know what to do with, Y/N. I'll gladly spend it on a dinner with my friends. I mean, what else would I use it on? Another piano? Trust me, I don't need you to pay me back."

You snickered at his words, grateful for his relaxed energy.

"Alright, alright. I'll let you spoil me, but only this once," You teased back as he pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex. It was then that you realized something, "Wait... how are you gonna get home?"

He shrugged, "Ah, I figure I'll call an Uber or something."

You shook you head and, before you could think about it, words tumbled out of your mouth, "How about you spend the night?"

Even Sam seemed a bit taken aback by your offer, his eyebrows wrinkling in surprise.

"You don't have to do that, I don't even live far-"

"I want you to."

And there was that tension from before. Maybe the alcohol in your system was giving you a boost of confidence, or maybe you had finally gone crazy, but you repeated what you had said, slower this time.

"I... I want you to stay the night, if you want to."

He nodded, his eyes darker than before, "Yeah. I want to."

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You'd be embarrassed about it later, but you pounced on Sam the second the door closed behind you both, your body moving with an urgency you didn't know you possessed. You pushed him up against a nearby wall, hands finding their way into his soft chestnut locks as his moved to your hips.

"Mm- fuck, babe..." Sam gasped as you both pulled away for air, "I knew you were desperate but damn."

You used the hand still buried in his hair to yank his head back, giving you room to bite at his throat. A whine clawed it's way out of his throat at the sudden sting of his hair being pulled and teeth on his neck. You giggled against his pulse.

"Who's the desperate one now?"

He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them flush to his.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me again," He mumbled, grinning against your cheek.

You two made your way to your bedroom, stumbling down the short hallway and fumbling with your doorknob for a moment before finally getting it open. Sam cornered you against the edge of the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You let your hands wander down to his pants, teasing the button with your fingers.

"Can I...?" You mumbled when he pulls away for a breath.

A low whine slipped from his lips, "Please."

You chuckle, your fingers trailing over his zipper, "Oh... I like it when you beg like that."

"Fuck, sweetheart..."

Sam didn’t stay dressed for very long after that, tossing clothes haphazardly onto your floor to find later.

Your eyes traced the contours of Sam's thin frame, absorbing every inch of him. His sharp shoulders tapered down to a slender, delicate waist and arms sculpted from years of being a musician. The soft glow of the moonlight cascading through the parted curtains highlighted the subtle lines and curves of his body, making him look softer somehow. A trail of hair, sparse yet enticing, led your eyes down to his cock, already hard and weeping against his abdomen.

"You see something you like?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing him onto his back and clambering into his lap. You felt him tense in anticipation beneath you as you let your hands wander over his chest, just feeling his skin beneath your palms. He gasped when you teased a nipple before moving to the other side, mirroring the action.

"...good boy..." You mumbled, not fully aware you even said it aloud.

The reaction was immediate. Sam arched his back, grinding his erection against your core with a high-pitched whine. You were surprised by the intense reaction, not expecting two little words to do so much for him.

"Did you like that?" you asked, your voice a whisper against his ear, your lips brushing gently against his jaw. You felt his body tremble beneath you, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Y-Yeah... I liked it..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible, his blush deepening. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a flush of warmth spreading across his cheeks and trailing down to his chest, contrasting against the pale expanse of his skin. His eyes, now darker than before, were locked on you, awaiting your next move.

You decided to give in for now, keeping eye contact as you scooted down the bed, positioning yourself between Sam's legs. He sat up, his own eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. The air was heavy with the heady scent of desire, thick and intoxicating, as you let your breath ghost over his cock. Your warm exhale sent a shiver down his spine, causing his member to twitch.

Sam's hands trembled slightly as they reached out, his fingers gently tangling in your hair. You gave him a disapproving look.

"Good boys are patient, Sammy... I'll let you hold my hair so long as you don't try to rush me," You warn, leaning into his touch.

"I'll be good..." He replied, not looking away.

And without another word, you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Sam tensed, trying to hold back any sudden movements as a groan slipped out, his grip on your hair tightening instinctively.

The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the sound of your breathing mingling with his low moans. As your tongue traced along the sensitive ridge of his arousal, his hips twitched involuntarily, a small gasp escaping his lips.

He was doing so well at being patient, until...

His hips jolted up as you took the head into your mouth, causing you to gag. You pulled off immediately, not missing the disappointed whine your actions caused.

"Wha-"

"I told you to be still and be patient, didn't I?" You ask. A mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you rub your cheek against his thigh, relishing in the softness of his skin against your face, "Bad boys don't get rewarded, Sammy..." you tut, playfully shaking your head.

Sam's breath hitches at the combination of your words and actions, his pupils dilating as desire courses through his veins.

"I won't do it again."

You shake your head, "You need to say sorry, sweetheart, " you say, using that nickname he used on you.

When Sam kept his lips shut, you grinned.

This was getting good.

"Is my good boy going to be a brat now?" You ask, running a fingertip up to the slit of his cock, teasing it as a bead of precum leaked out, "That's a shame. I guess I'll have to just punish you..."

You wrapped a hand around his cock, drooling onto it to lubricate the slide as you began jerking him off. He clearly seemed confused, not expecting you to continue getting him off. All the teasing seemed to have worked him up quite a bit; it was clear he was already getting close. He was nearing that edge, nearing that tipping point, and then...

And then, you let go, backing off completely.

"No!" Sam gasped, his voice filled with desperation, "Why'd you stop? 'M so close..."

"Bad boys don't get to cum," you replied as you hovered just out of his reach.

Sam's eyes widened, need shining in their depths. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out in short, uneven gasps. He tried to reach for his aching member, his hand trembling, but you swatted it out of the way.

"Don't make me tie up your hands, Sammy..." You threaten, but place a gentle hand on his thigh, a silent, "Is this okay?"

Sam gave the faintest nod, so you pushed onward.

"If you say please, maybe I'll forgive you."

Sam kept his mouth shut.

Well... on with the show.

He got worked up much faster this time, his hands twitching from their spot at his side as you tightened your grip on him. The raw intensity in the room was palpable, a potent mix of desire and anticipation, as your fingers wrapped around Sam's throbbing length. His breath hitched in his throat, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated as he watched you.

"You getting close again, baby?" You ask, grinning when he nodded.

Again, before he could finish, you pulled your hands away. He let out a frustrated sob, so close to finishing that even the smallest touch could send him over the edge. His fingers curled into his own hair and he finally gave in, his voice rough from desperation.

"P-please... let me cum..." He begged, tears in his eyes, "I'll be a good boy, I promise! Please!"

Satisfied with his begging, you leaned up and kissed him, trailing your lips down his body.

"There's my good boy..." You mumbled, before taking him into your mouth. He barely lasted a minute, so close from your previous edging. You cringed slightly at the bitter taste of his spunk in your mouth, but it gave you one last idea. You crawled up and pressed your lips to his again, shivering as he tasted himself.

You collapsed beside Sam, making sure to give him plenty of attention as he came down from his orgasm. You kissed the tear tracks that ran down his cheeks and gently ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his lanky body to yours.

"Was that okay?" You ask quietly.

"More than okay, sweetheart..." He replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around you, "Though I think I'm due for some cuddling now."

"Now that's something I can do."

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