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standing behind danny, holding his tied hands behind his back while you jerk him off, edging him so hard he can barely hold himself up. the only thing keeping him standing is your grip on the ties around his wrists.

His cheek pressed up against the wall, his breathing heavy, laced with your name, his moans are strained. He needs it so bad.

"That's a good boy. Taking me so well." You smile against his neck, his eyes are shut tight. "Look. I want you to watch what I'm doing to you. Want you to see the power I have over you." You command. Danny opens his eyes, his mouth hangs open, moaning as the sounds of your hand pumping his cock makes his knees weak. "Fuck." Danny whispers. "Yeah, baby. You're all mine." You smile, your hand focusing on the sensitive place on his tip, his forehead pressed against the wall as he watches the way your languid motions torture him.

Holding back desperately to keep from cumming. His teeth grit, a moan stiffled behind his lips. "You want it so bad, don't you, baby?" You ask. "Fuck, yes, please." Danny's voice shakes. "You want to cum in my mouth? Would you like that?" You ask as your hand grips him just a tad tighter, pumping so slowly the length of his achingly hard cock. "Yes, oh god, yes, please." He whispers. "Then ask politely." You grin evily, biting his arm softly, enjoying this prone position he's in. "May I p-please, cum down your throat, mistress." He asks, making sure to measure his tone, you can tell he's trying to keep the words from rushing out as he watches your hand stroke him, agonizingly.

"Oh sweet boy, I'd love to taste you. Good job on using your words. You're such a good boy for me." You reward him with a kiss to the spot you just sank your teeth into.

Moving between him and the wall, his arms holding him up in their silk binds as you move to your knees. Taking your sweet time to get comfortable, all while your hand continues its tirade. You bring your mouth close, your tongue presented for him. Taking just the smallest lap of the tip of his cock, a shudder running through Danny at the feeling of your cool tongue.

You smile, "Only when I tap your thigh, are you allowed to cum. Understand?" You ask, looking up at Danny. He nods aggressively, "Y-Yes, mistress. Thank you." His voice quiet and shaking. "Good boy." You whisper, bringing your open mouth to Danny's cock, so achingly hard, tapping it gently on your tongue. Danny let's out a stiffled moan. You close your mouth around the tip, humming in pleasure at the feeling of his soft skin against your tongue, the taste of precum on your tastebuds makes you practically buzz.

Danny's hands are clasped together, white knuckles as he watches you. "Mmm." He moans, holding tightly to his abilities. You take him deeper, slowly. You begin to bob your head a moment. Taking him deeper in your mouth. Pulling out and running your tongue down the length of the underside of his cock before taking it all again.

Enjoying the feeling of his cock inside your mouth, holding all of the power in every move you make. Danny's breathing is erratic, his moans are strained and you are soaked just playing with him. You move faster, he's on the brink of sanity. You moan against him as you continue taking his cock deep down your throat. You want to taste him. He's been so good, he deserves it all.

You tap your hand against his thigh, your motion swift and purposeful. Danny's breathing is so loud, he tries desperately not to move his hips and fuck your mouth, it's not his place. He whimpers as you move faster, gagging as his tip hits the soft warmth of the back of your throat, drool running down your chin, eyes looking up into his. "Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, mistress, I'm gonna, oh my god I'm gonna cum-" He moans, his voice low and raspy as he loses himself, his hips moving closer to your face, his cock deep in your throat, you love every second of it. His hips still and he cums, his voice crying out desperate groans as he cums down your throat. You don't stop taking him again and again, your head bobbing over his length, his knees nearly buckling as you take every drop of what you've earned. What you own.

Finally, you slowly slow down, his hips stuttering, the sensitive head babied by your tongue, his moans sound broken, his heaving chest working to catch his breath, his eyes exhausted, the sight delights you as he watches you teasing his aching body. "Come here, angel." You whisper. Danny practically falls to his knees. His head laying against your neck as you hold him close to you. His bound hands in your lap, his breathing in your ear, little moans seep in as his body twitches from the massive surge of pleasure still coursing through him. You untie his hands. His arms are heavy, but they hug you back. "I love you." Danny sighs tiredly in your ear. "I love you more."

Free Love

Josh X Multiple Partners

WC: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Orgy, Pure Porn, This won't be for everyone.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I am not at all insinuating that Josh participates in group sex with his fans. This is a fake, fictional story.

Josh POV

You lived and breathed free love. It radiated throughout every part of your life, the way you loved your family, your friends. The way you loved your precious time at home, watering your plants watching them grow to loving your body and the mindful practice of yoga every morning. You loved taking time to cook yourself intricate meals, full of care. You also loved being outside, one with nature, observing the grass and trees, birds and bees as you elevated your mind while smoking the devils lettuce. You loved the road, and the travel, and the fans. Oh, you loved the fans.

Admittedly you loved the ego boost, the way they reached out for you, mouths hung open practically drooling. Knowing that your whorish antics were making their cocks strain and their cunts drip, you loved it. You couldn't deny that the praise of thousands of beautiful people didn't affect you. Your fans knew it, your bandmates knew it, there was no hiding the way you strained in your jumpsuits. It was all for them.

Each city had willing participants, you asked your security to rally up each guest you had handpicked and gather them in your green room. Once you had a group waiting for you, you always heard excited chatters through the door. They were theorizing why they were there. Why did I want them? The answer was a simple one for you, you loved them. You were thankful and grateful for your fans and their unwavering love, you just wanted to love them back. Offering them a spot in your bed was the ultimate show of thanks.

Opening the door handle, the voices stopped and all eyes were on you,”Hello beautiful! I hope you had a great time this evening.”

You made sure to look around, giving eye contact to each person in the room. Smiling when they nodded.

“I have a proposition for all of you. You're very welcome to say no, although I hope you say yes. I think you all are so beautiful, so full of love, I could feel each of your energies out there. Calling for me. So, well, my question is, do you want me? You're invited to my hotel room, I want to love on you all.” You paused letting them make up their minds. Two of your guests decided that they didn't want to, and you respected that, giving them a hug goodbye before letting them leave with security. The remaining five were given an address and a hotel room number as you left to go get prepared for your evening.

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Keeping the lights off you lit a few candles and incense, before settling in on the large bed. Wiping your hands on your soft linen pants you gathered paraphernalia in front of you and began to roll a few joints for the evening. Not long after finishing up for the evening, a knock came from the hotel door. Climbing off the bed you hurried to the door, checking your hair in the mirror before opening it.

“Welcome! Welcome! Come in, take your shoes off, get comfortable!”, you said, extending your arm to show your guests into the room.

Walking back over to the bed after closing the door, you unbuttoned your matching linen shirt letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Climbing back into bed your eyes met five other pairs, in various states of hesitation.

“Come on over, get comfortable! Get as undressed as you feel comfortable. There's water bottles in the mini fridge. I want you all to feel comfortable, it's just sex, it's not a big deal.”

A man with medium length wavy hair, pulls his shirt off and makes his way to the bed.

“If at any point any of you decide this isn't what you want to do anymore, please let me know. You're welcome to leave whenever.”

You smile when the most petite woman in the group climbs onto your bed, sitting next to the other participant. Not a second later the rest follow, removing various items of clothing and completing the circle on your bed.

You giggle lightly, grabbing your lighter, flicking the flame on,” Usually we light up at these kinds of things,” You stick the joint in your mouth, puffing on it, getting it lit. Wrapping your lips around the paper you take a deep inhale. Tilting your head up you blow the pale grey smoke above your head, showing off the expanse of your neck. Passing it to the man to your right, he takes it in his fingers.

“Be careful if you don't smoke often, this shits strong.”

By the time it's made it's way around the circle your brain is starting to feel fuzzy, the brush of the woman's fingertips against yours makes you feel warm, euphoric. Remembering why they're here through your haze makes your cock start to stiffen. Once the joint has dwindled and has been ashed out, you set your sights on the gorgeous woman sitting across from you. The way her heavy tits sway with each breath she takes captivates your attention. She smiles at you, eyes lidded, and you crawl your way across the mattress.

“Hi sweet girl. You look so pretty.”

You watch her hazy eyes try to focus on yours,”Hi Josh. You look prettier.”

“Never,” you whisper leaning in a bit closer,”Can I kiss you?”

She leans in, connecting your mouths together. Eagerly she moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand and placing it on her bare breast. Your cock twitches, fully hardening in your pants as you feel her nipple pebble and harden into your palm. She disconnects your mouths, pushing your head to her chest.

“Need to feel you Josh, oh my God I've thought about this so many times.”

You flick your tongue in quick succession over her nipple, surely making her core clench. You lick and suck for a few minutes, before pulling off of her, eager to lavish on someone else. When you sit back up, some of your participants are interacting with each other, making one another comfortable and warmed up.

Your lip curls when you lock eyes with the first man who joined your bed, his green eyes piercing. He boldly crawls into your lap, kissing and licking your neck, rolling his covered cock into yours.

You're panting when he finally removes his lips from your skin and he asks,” Can I suck on your cock? I bet you taste so fuckin good.”

You shimmy back onto the pillows, and giggle when you realize that you have an audience. They all are eager to see what has been hiding behind your jumpsuits.

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband,you pull down, unveiling yourself to the group. Grasping yourself in your hand you give yourself a few tugs, staring into each person's eyes, all of them reading the same expression. They're turned on, and they like what they see.

The green eyed man settles between your legs, as the petite woman snuggles into your side. Her long nails tickling and teasing the skin of your stomach,“Are we being good for you Josh? Want to please you.”

You look down between your legs at the man with his face inches away from your penis. You smile when you notice he seems transfixed on the way you're leaking from your slit.

Looking back to the girl with her chin on your chest,” You're all doing a fantastic job. I like to call my participants my rhinestones. Each of you are so special, each of you are so unique and sparkle differently. It's why I find you all so beautiful.”

Your praises were cut off by a hot mouth enveloping your length, tongue swirling around your tip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“Fuck, he tastes so good.”

That sentence affects you more than you would admit, he's talking to them about you like you're not even there.

Your breath stutters when another tongue joins the man's, licking and mouthing your cock. Soon enough all five of your rhinestones mouths and hands were on your body. Licking, sucking, scratching and caressing.

The woman from earlier comes into your view again, a soft smile on her face.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek,” Hi my precious rhinestone. How are you, feeling good?”

“I'm feeling really good Josh. But, I feel empty. Can I have you inside me?”

“Of course, honey.”

You caress the heads in your lap, gently pushing them off of you,” Gotta take turns.”

She swings her thigh over your hip, immediately grinding her soaked folds over your length. You smile at her when she sighs content in the feeling of your flesh against her.

She tilts her hips up, sinking down on your length. She can't help but moan when she sits fully in your lap.

“Holy shit Josh. You feel… oh you feel incredible.”

Panting, your eyes roll back when you register that you're buried inside her tight wet cunt. You can help it when your cock twitches as she clenches around you, soaking your lap.

Her hands squeeze your pecs and she smiles sweetly,” You know I can feel that. You're just making me clench harder.”

You swallow the moan threatening to escape,” You're soaked, so turned on. Pretty little rhinestone so wet and glistening… come on love, move your hips. Fuck me.”

Sighing as she starts bouncing in your lap, your mind spiraled as you could feel every ridge inside her as her cunt sucked your throbbing length deeper within her.

After a few minutes you feel her start to flutter around you, and you snake your fingers down to rub her clit.

“Gonna cum on me? Go ahead sweetheart, I wanna feel it.”

You look around at the rest of your rhinestones, some entangled with one another, some pleasuring themselves.

Another beautiful man slid in next to you, placing wet kisses to your neck, “Can I ride your thigh Josh? Please, I want it so bad!”

“Go ahead, love on me.”

You groan when you feel the weight of him settle in on your thigh, shifting his weight, humping his slick cock against your skin.

Your mouth falls agape when the two people riding you start making out whining as they fall apart. First you feel a gush of slick release around your cock as her high slams into her, then you feel his hot sticky release splatter on your skin.

They both slump forward coming down from their highs and you praise,” Such a good job, so so beautiful.”

As most of your group met their ends you eyed the woman who had mostly kept to herself. Hooking your finger in a come hither motion, you beckon her,” Come here honey.”

She crawled over to you, eyes locked on your slick twitchy cock. You cupped her cheek in your palm,” Are you having fun?”

She nodded, still somewhat shy.

“Do ya want to touch me?”

She giggles, trailing her hand up and down your chest, traveling lower and lower. Her dainty fingers wrap around your thick cock, and you pulse.

“Josh?”

You hmm in response as she pumps your length, that familiar burn in your stomach returning once again this evening.

“Can you fuck me?”

“Climb on honey.”

She halts her hand and you silence a groan,” No Josh, I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckle, telling her to lay down. Instantly she parts her legs for you, and you smirk at the wetness glistening within her folds. You grasp your cock in your hand, swiping it through her slit. You shudder, you're so hard and ready to cum. Lining up with her entrance you shudder when you sink into her. Eagerly you pump your hips, aching to finally reach your orgasm for the night. She clenches tight around you like a vice making your eyes roll back. Leaning back onto your knees you pull her hips into your lap, thrusting into her harder and faster, the knot in your stomach tightening. Finally your gaze finds her face and she's looking up at you with adoration, eyes blown out with pleasure.

She sighs, and you realize that she's gently climaxing around you.

“What a good girl… I'm getting close.”

Her eyes flutter open,” I want it in my mouth Josh.”

Lust courses through your veins at the sound of her voice, pushing you even closer.

Quickly you pull out for her, holding your pulsating cock steady in your hand for her to latch on to. Her hot waiting mouth attaches to your length, swallowing you down, when finally the band in your stomach snaps and you're cumming hard into her mouth. When she feels that you've stopped spurting she pulls away from you, opening her mouth and showing you your mess before dutifully swallowing.

Petting her hair you praise her for being so good for you. You both flop down on the mattress, melding with the other spent bodies on the bed. As you caught your breath, your body still buzzing from your high, the woman curled into your side caught your attention,asking a question.

“We're not the only ones you've done this with are we.”

“No, my pretty rhinestone, you're not.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why? Why not? I want to show my love to people as freely as I love the earth and the air I breathe. I want to love fiercely and passionately, in every aspect of my life.”

She relaxed into your side, pleased with your answer,” You're a beautiful person Josh.”

Fin.

He's been shaded y'all

Captain Jake Kiszka, the most feared pirate on the seas.

Love On My Fingers, Lust On My Tongue.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

A/N: This story is totally self-indulgent and was inspired by one specific line from the fic Wild Child, written by the lovely and immensely talented @writingcold. If you haven't already, go check it out, you won't regret it, believe me😉

I really hope you like this one. It's been ages since I last indulged in writing this kind of fics.

Special thanks to @edgingthedarkness for suggesting this delicious gif!

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Word count: 6K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, handjobs, oral (m!receiving), use of toys, anal play, pegging.

Summary: Coming home late from work, you decide to skip dinner to better savour dessert.

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Winter really didn't seem to let the warm rays of spring sunshine free to dissolve its icy tentacles.

Snow kept falling for the entire day without a pause but your boss was adamant in his decision of not letting you go home early. That bastard.

You were angry, freezing and starving and you couldn't wait to finally go home, shower, inhale dinner, bury yourself under at least three blankets and cocoon in Jake’s warm embrace.

He was lucky. He was home from tour and still asleep when you had left for work. You had been thinking about him the whole day. You envied and longed for him at the same time.

When it was finally 5pm, you clocked out and reached your car as quickly as possible, while trying not to break your neck slipping on the copious snow on the pavement.

After pushing the snow off the windshield, your gloves were soaked and your boots were full of icy snow slowly melting in your socks.

You felt anger increase in your chest as a passing car hit a puddle and soaked your jeans. You were about to flip them the bird and send them to hell but karma took the matter into its own hands before you could, sending the way-to-fast proceeding car to spin out in the middle of the road. Thank God there was no-one else there or it would have caused a big accident.

You were about to go check if they were alright when they drove off.

You climbed in your car and turned the heat at maximum level.

When finally you started to feel your own hands again, you took the road and started driving home.

But unfortunately not for long.

Traffic was always bad in your town but when snow was involved it was a proper nightmare.

You were proceeding so slowly that it was a miracle if you could be home in two hours time.

You phoned Jake and told him you were basically trapped on the road home.

He reassured you that he would cook for you and run you a hot bath for when you would be home.

You thanked him profusely. Mentally you were already home with him.

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After an hour or so, the traffic jam went down unexpectedly and you found yourself pulling up your driveway much sooner than you had originally anticipated.

You wanted to surprise Jake, so you didn't call him to tell him you were early.

When you opened the door of your house, warmth and the fragrant smell of pizza engulfed you and your mouth watered instantly.

Jake was surprised to see you.

He was sprawled on the sofa wearing only a soft robe around his body. When he saw you were there, he approached you, placing a lingering kiss on your freezing lips.

He looked freshly showered and so soft you wanted to climb inside his body. He smelled wonderfully too.

As soon as your eyes landed on him, you were no longer hungry.

Well, at least not for actual food.

You couldn't wait to be tangled with him under many blankets.

When he asked about your day you didn't answer. You just crashed your lips with his and reveled in the familiar and comforting taste of him.

You started backing him slowly back into the living room and, when he reached the couch, you made him sit down.

You admired the way his damp lips glittered in the soft light coming from the lamp in the corner of the room and the way his big brown sleepy eyes watched you ever so submissively from below.

When you slowly dropped down to your knees between his slightly parted legs, you saw his eyes roll back into his skull as a low growl escaped his throat.

You started caressing his thighs through the fabric covering him and you saw him shiver lightly when you reached for the knot holding the robe closed.

You made quick work of it, uncovering his chest and starting to place little kisses on the expanse of soft smooth skin. Your icy hands travelled lower and he hissed sharply when you touched the warm bare skin of his hips, the contrasting temperatures making goosebumps raise on his body.

You uncovered him completely then, moving your kisses lower onto that soft tummy that you loved so much while your hands rounded around his perfect ass.

He hissed again then and tensed, but relaxed soon after, when your hands started warming, thanks to the heat of his body.

Your kisses moved lower and lower and you made him gasp when you stuck your tongue out and circled his navel, before dipping it inside.

Then, you placed a quick kiss on his hip bone and you bit down harshly, sucking the skin inside your mouth and making him groan again.

You had been purposely neglecting his growing erection, but when his hips rutted up almost imperceptibly, you took pity in him.

Now you were face to face with it. He was absolutely perfect and you knew you would never get tired of him.

You gently took him into your hand and he stiffened even more. You both sighed, contentedly. You knew that the feeling of his weight growing in your hand and on your tongue would cure your upset. It always did.

“God, please, baby yes” he muttered, sounding already on the verge.

You started stroking him gently and seductively.

“Did you take care of yourself today, baby?” You asked him as your lips started kissing, nibbling and leaving marks on the inside of his thighs.

Surprisingly he shook his head.

“I didn't. I was waiting for you. Actually I kind of edged myself all day” he confessed, already out of breath.

“You know I love when you take care of this beautiful cock of yours when I'm not here to do so, but fuck it if I don't love the idea of you edging yourself because you wanted to wait for me.” You whispered on his damp skin, making him shiver again as your grip tightened slightly around his erection.

“I know, but I missed your touch so much that nothing compares” He confessed, moaning lowly as your tongue dragged up and down the underside of him from base to tip to base again, in one slow broad lick.

Your hands stroked his hips again and you thought you felt something in one of his pockets.

You were about to reach inside to discover what it was but he begged for your mouth , blushing a little.

“I need your mouth, angel” he whimpered, sounding desperate.

You nuzzled your nose against the warm skin of his balls, making him close his eyes and whimper.

Unexpectedly, you started stroking him with purpose, making him grit his teeth and pant at your sudden change of pace.

You even added the little twist to the tip that he loved so much, gaining a pained groan from him.

You placed his wet tip between your lips and gave him a light suck before plunging him to the back of your throat without warning while kneading his balls gently between your fingers.

That action made him almost lose it completely but he recovered, biting his bottom lip with force and clawing at the couch.

His back arched as your throat constricted around his length and his movement caused something to finally slip out of his pocket.

Lube.

You slowed down your rhythm but kept your mouth on him, arching an eyebrow and silently asking him for an explanation.

And he couldn't stop himself from confessing.

“Since you were late, I wanted to try something. I was ready to turn on the TV on some suggestive video and edge myself until you came home.” He whispered, averting his eyes from yours, embarrassed.

You gently removed your mouth from him and sat back at his confession.

An idea slowly slithered inside your mind.

“Go on then, baby. Show me what you had in mind” you winked at him, tossing him the lube and making him curse.

“Really?” He asked, a little annoyed about your change of heart.

“Hm-hm” you nodded and sat back to enjoy the show.

You watched him closely as he placed a generous amount of lube onto his hands and warmed it a little.

Then he wrapped a hand around himself and started stroking his cock slowly, groaning and whimpering every now and then.

Just when you saw his body tense and you knew he was almost ready to let go, you spoke, ordering him to stop and remove his hand from himself completely.

“Stop, Jakey” you said. Your authoritative tone made him almost jump.

His eyes shot open in shock, as if in reality he forgot you were there and didn't enjoy your little teasing game.

But you knew better. He was the one who taught you that edging, and consequently being edged, was one of his favorite things. Ever.

You had learned that at your expense way too many times.

“Baby, pleaseee. I need it so bad.” He begged you, pouting adorably and hitching to wrap his hand around himself once more to finish what you had started.

He looked at you with a pained expression and with his rosy lips wet and parted as he panted, but obeyed nonetheless.

“First, you have to tell me what's inside your other pocket.” You went on, sounding incredibly serious.

His eyes widened in utter panic and he blushed the deepest shade of red you had ever seen.

Then, he cursed himself out loud for even thinking he could outsmart you and get away with it.

He knew he was in trouble. And the more he waited to finally show you the content of his pocket, the more you were going to punish him for even thinking he could get away with it.

Even though he knew that, he couldn't even bring himself to say it out loud but after a few agitated minutes in which his heart threatened to jump out of his chest, he finally relented.

You followed the slow path of his hand from the couch to inside his pocket with bated breath.

You saw him grab something in there.

Then his eyes fluttered closed, he took a deep breath, muttered a low “oh my god” and then removed his hand from there, finally showing you what he had been hiding from you.

You gasped.

You really didn't expect that.

His cheeks were ablaze. He was covering his eyes with his bent arm as he placed the object on the sofa for you to see and, immediately, removed his hand from it as if he had been burned.

You didn't know what to say.

You recognised it.

It was the vibrating dildo he had once discovered inside your nightstand drawer at the early stages of your relationship.

You had been so embarrassed that night but he, being the gentleman that he was, had brushed it off like it wasn't a big deal. He had even told you he was happy you took care of yourself properly.

You had almost forgotten about it until one night.

You were grasping the sheets for dear life as Jake was railing you from behind.

Sometimes he was the most careful and gentle lover, but other times he treated you like a filthy whore.

That night was one of those times.

And you were loving every second of it.

But suddenly you had felt him move and you had jolted forward in utter shock when you felt something wet and slightly vibrating circle your back entrance.

“Shh, angel.” He reassured you as he kept thrusting into you, “it's just your pretty little toy. It was a bit jealous. It wanted to say hi to your pretty ass as I take care of your sweet pink pussy.” You moaned at his words and started pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Are you ok with this?” He whispered into your ear from behind, dragging the vibrating toy up and then down your spine, making you shiver, while keeping his thrusts steady but gentle.

You quickly nodded, you needed it so bad.

It wasn't the first time you two indulged in such depraved activities.

To be fair, one night you'd had one too many drinks and you had confessed to him you wanted to try double penetration but since then he had never acted upon it.

He must have thought you weren't paying enough attention to his question because he stopped abruptly and bent his entire body over yours.

The contact with his hot skin made you shiver and moan.

His lips quickly found your ear and his voice, sweet and raspy, made goosebumps raise on your skin.

“Are you really ok with me doing this?” He said gently while pushing strands of your hair out of your eyes to better see your face.

The more you thought about it, the more you couldn't wait for him to do that.

You shivered in anticipation and kissed him passionately.

“Please, Jake, yes” You said, involuntarily clenching around him and making him groan.

You felt the distinct sound of him getting the toy ready for you with copious amounts of lube and then you tried your best to relax.

The feeling of the lightly-vibrating toy sliding inside of your back entrance while Jake kept his hard, flushed cock inside your pussy was something you had never experienced.

You felt so deliciously full you couldn't think straight.

When he started gently moving his hips while keeping the toy still inside of you, you couldn't stop your mouth from hanging open, making you drool all over the sheets.

The sounds that started leaving your mouth were delirious and unbridled when he started pulling the toy slightly out and then back again, picking up the pace.

But you reached the point of no return when he coordinated his thrusts with the toy and increased the speed of the vibrations.

“God, fuck, I can feel it vibrating through your walls, angel. It feels so fucking good.” he groaned on the verge of exploding.

Your brain shut down completely when he increased it at maximum level and you came, making an absolute mess all over the sheets and dragging him with you in a matter of seconds.

Those were the thoughts that crossed your mind when you saw that toy, but you were brought right back to the task at hand when a pained whisper reached your ears.

“Please, just say something” he whispered, still refusing to look you in the eyes.

Your hands immediately found his hips, giving his soft flushed skin a gentle squeeze to try and ease the tension in his body.

The embarrassment had caused him to lose his excitement completely.

As your hands massaged his hips, thighs and back, you felt him relax again.

You skimmed your lips on his soft tummy and started to nibble at the skin of his hipbone, while wrapping a loose hand around his now soft cock.

He mewled a little and sunk further into the sofa.

“It's ok baby, don't be embarrassed. May I ask you what exactly you had in mind?” you asked him, keeping a gentle rhythm on him and circling your tongue around his head.

With a shaky intake of breath he started speaking.

“One night we were staying in a hotel somewhere and there was no way I could sleep. I was so tired but I just couldn't. I didn't want to bother you so I just started messing around with my phone. I ended up on an adult website and…fuck, baby just like that.”

You had successfully derailed his train of thoughts by sucking gently on his tip, tasting his sweet precum.

But the distraction was short-lived.

You needed to know more.

“And?” You pressed him to continue.

“And I randomly chose a video to watch and touch myself to. But when I scrolled down I ended up on a video about…this” he said, pointing to the toy that laid there abandoned on the couch.

He knew you wanted more, so after a few seconds, he went on.

“Fuck, I still get so hard thinking about it. In the video there was a woman penetrating her man with one of this things and he sounded like it was the best thing he had ever had. It looked and sounded like she was ripping the soul from his body. And damn it if I didn't want to try it. It made me cum so hard and so quick I was so embarrassed. I felt so ashamed but I couldn't stop watching it. I wanted to finally try this when you arrived earlier.” he confessed with his cheeks ablaze.

You had completely stilled your hand and mouth on him. You felt incredibly overwhelmed by his words and your brain was having a hard time concentrating.

You two weren't new to that kind of fun either.

It all started the night after a delicious wine-tasting event. The two of you were pleasantly tipsy and you couldn't take your hands off each other as soon as you got home

You were on the couch, clothes already scattered all over the floor and your hands were wandering on each other's bodies. Yours had taken residence on his perfect perky ass and you were kneading the muscles in your hands, making him groan and whimper.

Suddenly your hand slipped and your fingers made contact with his back entrance causing him to whimper and moan your name.

You had frozen after that, looking him in the eyes completely lost in his reaction.

Right there, with a little smirk on his upturned mouth and his eyes glittering from wine and arousal, he wrapped a hand around your wrist and brought two of your fingers to his lips, sucking on them sloppily. Then he dragged them down to repeat the motion that had him moaning over and over again until you were knuckle deep inside of him and he was a whimpering mess.

Maybe your fingers weren't enough anymore and he needed more.

And you were going to give him anything and everything he ever wanted.

He noticed you were lost in your head and his gentle touch on your lips brought you back to the task at hand.

You wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, and then letting it drop from your mouth.

You met his eyes and your heartbeat sped up considerably.

He looked so needy and fucked-out already. Delicate and delicious.

“Did you want to try this all alone?” You asked him pouting slightly because he hadn't told you he wanted to try that before.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn't… I guess I didn't know how to bring this up. I can't even say it to be honest” He confessed sheepishly.

“Really? You didn't know how to tell me you wanted me to fuck you in the ass with this bad boy here?” You told him patting the silicone at his side and making him groan out loud at you choice of words.

“Fucking hell baby. You are torturing me. Don't stop.” He said in a pained tone and you winked at him.

“Did you edge yourself with it before I arrived and interrupted you?” you asked then, in a sliver of voice.

He nodded, biting his lower lip, embarrassed.

“Well, Jakey, why don't you show me then? I'd like to watch you have some fun with our little friend here.” You whispered, sensual and dirty, handing him the dildo and the lube and then making yourself comfortable on a cushion on the floor, right in front of his spread legs.

His breath hitched in his throat as he saw you there watching and admiring him like that.

Yours was just a façade. You appeared to him absolutely calm and collected, but internally you were exploding and fighting the urge to jump his bones and destroy him with that toy.

The moment he switched the toy on at the minimum speed, you imperceptibly jumped and bit your tongue to stop yourself from moaning when you saw his hard cock twitch against his flushed tummy.

Your eyes followed his every move with bated breath as he drenched the toy with lube. You watched as he angled his erection upwards with the thumb of his free hand and brushed the tip of the vibrating toy against his flushed head.

A whimper left his lips.

Then he started circling the toy around his tip, focusing on the little spot right under the head and his toes curled at the sensation.

You were going to implode.

He started caressing his shaft with it, up and down, up and down, panting heavily, first just with the tip of the toy and then grabbing the length of it and placing it flush against his member. .

He almost screamed when he prodded the toy against his full tensed balls and you felt your arousal absolutely drench your panties at the sight.

He was about to drag the toy further down but he stopped abruptly, blushing furiously and abandoning it on the couch with a pained groan.

His brain was taking over, making him feel ashamed for what he was doing.

The moment he made eye contact with you, you knelt on the cold floor and crawled towards him.

You closed the distance between the two of you and sat on the sofa at his side, kissing him and stealing his breath away.

“Relax Jakey, let me take care of you” you whispered on his lips and he sighed.

You slipped back on the ground and took him in your hand and then in your mouth, the warmth of it making him hiss.

Your rhythm was slow on his dick and it was making him go crazy.

After a while, when finally he had managed to relax again, you grasped his hand and placed it on the toy that was still humming lightly at his side.

His eyes met yours questioningly but you just nodded and hummed approvingly when he took the toy in his hand.

You placed his hand between his legs and made him almost double over in pleasure when you gently made him press the silicone tip against his taint while keeping your mouth on him.

The scream that echoed into the room was heavenly.

You wanted to hear it again.

You pressed his hand with the toy with a bit more intention there and he cursed, his body tensing.

At that moment your hand slipped further down and you made him push the toy right against his hole, eliciting from him a low moan that made a shiver run down your spine.

You removed both the toy and your mouth from him and he cursed and pleaded with you to just touch him again.

He was about to take the matter into his own hands when you bit on the inside of his thigh to stop him.

Then, while maintaining eye contact with him you licked a broad stripe on the underside of his balls and you pressed your pointed tongue right against his taint and further down, rimming his fluttering hole over and over again while your eyes burned into his.

His eyes rolled back and you chuckled. You loved teasing him like that.

“Holy shit, angel!” He whimpered and clawed at the couch as your tongue kept licking at his entrance with different kinds of pressure.

When, abruptly, you stopped he started begging you, immediately.

“Please, baby, pleasepleaseplease, just fuck me already I can't take it anymore” he slurred, out of breath.

But you were feeling cruel and you didn't want to give in just yet. You wanted to play with him and you were sure he was going to love every second of it.

You removed your mouth from him and he shivered when you started whispering against the sweaty skin of his hip.

“Now, my sweet good boy, would you like to play a game with me?” You said while skimming your lips from his hip to the underside of his cock.

You knew he was going to agree to everything you suggested. He was always down for this kind of games.

“Fuck yes, I do” he answered, closing his eyes and relaxing back.

“I am going to give you everything you want over and over and over again, but on one condition.” You stopped talking until his eyes were open and focused on yours.

When you knew he was looking at you, you started caressing the outside of his muscular thighs, reveling in the way the muscles jumped under your delicate touch while maintaining a devilish eyecontact.

When you reached his knees, you let your hands wrap around them and you pushed them upwards until he was deliciously spread open for you with his bent legs close to his face.

“Keep these beautiful legs of yours spread open for me and wrap your hands around your knees, Jakey. Oh, and hold on tight because if you take them off I'm going to stop and you'll go to bed with blue balls. Understood?” You deadpanned and he knew you meant business.

“Fuck me. Yes, I understand.” He whimpered as your hands caressed the back of his thighs and pressed them further apart.

“Are you ok with this, Jake?” You whispered and he started nodding and saying yes even before you had finished the sentence.

You chuckled but he interrupted you, sounding already on the verge

“I'm beyond the point of no return. I think I may go crazy if you don't just fuck me already.” He confessed spreading himself even further for you.

You delved right in then, skimming your tongue against his entrance and wrapping a tight hand around his leaking cock.

You loved feeling him flutter under the steady licks of your tongue.

When you knew he was relaxed and ready, you stopped stroking him, you let a few drops of lube fall on your fingers and started pushing one inside him, making his scream in pleasure.

“Please, another” he groaned when the first wasn't even fully inside of him yet but you didn't even think twice before giving him exactly what he was asking for.

Soon a third finger joined the other two and you couldn't take your eyes off from where his body was rhythmically swallowing and enveloping your fingers into its warmth.

That image would be engraved in your brain forever, you were sure of it.

He was being such a good boy that you wanted to reward him, so you slightly curled your fingers upwards, making him exhale a high-pitched moan as you easily found his special spot.

“Now I'm going to use the toy, Jakey” you whispered, gently removing your fingers from him and he nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open.

You grabbed the toy you had previously switched off and drenched it one last time with lube.

You circled the tip of it around his hole and Jake whined when you turned the light vibrations on.

You kept teasing him like that for a few minutes before he begged you again to just push the toy in to the hilt. He was desperate.

As you pressed the toy a few inches inside of him he moaned your name, relieved, and arched his back trying to push it in further.

“Please, push it all the way inside. I need it so bad.” He whispered and you obeyed, watching him shiver and arch his back in pleasure as the toy penetrated him deeper and deeper. Watching his toes curl in your peripheral vision was having the worst effect on you, making you moan.

As you kept the toy inside of him you took the opportunity to observe him closely.

He had slipped further down the sofa and was now laying with his back almost all the way on the seat of the couch with his head bent against the back cushion.

He had trapped his hands in the crease behind his spread knees to prevent himself from letting them go and disobeying you.

He was panting heavily, his lips were reddened and sleek with saliva and swollen from the constant biting.

His neck and his heaving chest were covered in sweat, making his skin glitter.

His long hair was completed damp with sweat and strands of it were plastered all over his cheeks and collarbone.

You couldn't help yourself.

You bent over him and kissed him intensely. His tongue wasn't fighting for dominance, like it usually was. He was granting you total control on his body, and you were about to reward him.

As you kept your eyes planted on his face, you started pulling the toy out of him and you saw his face scrunch up and then relax again when you pushed the toy back in.

You repeated the motion again and again, angling the toy so it would massage his special spot and he started whimpering lowly every time it did.

The need to see him unravel completely by your hand was increasing in your chest so you quickened your rhythm, bending to whisper into his ear.

“You better hold on tight, baby, ‘cause I'm about to fucking ruin you.” you hissed in his ear and began moving the toy at a punishing rhythm. That caused his back to arch violently from the couch and a string of curses left his mouth.

“Oh fuck me, angel, just like this, oh my god. Yes fuuuck, right there” He moaned out loud with his eyes squeezed shut as a sequence of particular harsh thrusts hit his prostate in rapid succession.

His eyes snapped open and he cursed loudly when you sucked his balls into your mouth. You started massaging them delicately with your tongue, making him almost scream, while his cock, rock hard and leaking, laid twitching but still neglected on his sweaty tummy.

Your arm started cramping with the unforgiving rhythm you were using to fuck the toy inside of him but you didn't plan on stopping until he was coming harder than he ever had.

With your other unoccupied hand, you were grasping his hip so strongly you were sure you were leaving marks there. You couldn't wait to see his bruises there and remind him who he belonged to.

A particularly intense suction on his full balls paired with the harsh punching his prostate was enduring were what sealed his fate.

He held his breath and you knew he was about to unravel.

When finally he reached the point of no return, it looked as if he had completely lost control over his body. His head started thrashing around and a prolonged scream left his lips.

Ropes of cum covered the sweaty skin of his chest, creating a beautiful painting. Some drops of it even landed on his neck, chin and lips since he was still pretty much folded in half.

The intensity of his orgasm made him dig his nails so hard into the delicate skin behind his knees that he ended up scratching himself.

You kept your eyes peeled on him, admiring him in all his naked glory as his chest heaved and his mouth dropped open in the throes of utmost pleasure, before he started to finally calm down.

You slowed down the thrusts of the dildo and bent over him again. You licked away the drops of cum still on his lips and kissed him, making him taste himself on your tongue and groan.

You were about to remove the toy from inside of him and pamper him with a nice hot bath when you noticed something.

He was still very much hard and you wanted to prolong his pleasure, since he had obeyed your orders so diligently.

You were about to make him remember that night forever.

A loud hoarse curse echoed in the room as you angled the vibrator upwards and put it at maximum speed moving it gently against his prostate without thrusting too harshly.

Then, to maximise his pleasure, you plunged him down your throat while one of your hands gently massaged and squeezed his balls.

He was completely gone in an instant, babbling and moaning unintelligible words that sounded very much like a mix of curses and your name.

You hadn't noticed that he had removed his hands from his knees until you felt one of them bury in your hair.

His grip got progressively harsher on you but you were loving it.

At one point his thighs snapped closed, trapping your face between his legs and muffling the beautiful sounds he was making.

His back arched abruptly and his other hand gripped the back of the couch in an iron grip as his mouth dropped open in a scream so loud it was absolutely impossible that your neighbours didn't hear it.

You felt him twitch in your mouth and, immediately after, he spurted his warm release down your throat. His body twitched and shook and his chest heaved like he had just finished a marathon. He was so beautiful you wished your eyes could take pictures.

An indefinite amount of time had passed when finally he relaxed the grip of his thighs from your face and of his hand from your scalp.

You clearly saw some of your ripped hair hanging between his fingers when he moved his hand from your head, but you didn't care. You were ready to do that all over again as soon as he asked you to.

He couldn't keep his eyes open and he was having a hard time calming his heartbeat and breathing.

You removed your mouth from around him and he shivered but still he was a sight to behold.

His hair was completely damp with sweat and clinging onto his forehead, cheeks and neck.

Little rivulets of sweat adorned his chest and strings of pearlescent cum decorated his tummy chest and collarbone from his previous orgasm.

He had the most relaxed and blissed-out face you had ever seen with his rosy tortured lips slightly parted and his eyes closed.

But still he wasn't talking.

You started to worry. He was about to slip entirely off the couch so you tried to call his name, but he just mumbled in response, without opening his eyes

You tried to keep him from falling, but with your sore knees and arms you couldn't and, at some point, he fell dragging you down with him and landing with his head on your chest.

You chuckled at his expenses. You had never seen him so fucked-out.

“Jakey?” You whispered after a few minutes, caressing his hair.

“Hmhm” he grumbled in a sliver of voice.

“Are you ok?” You asked him, moving your hand gently down his spine.

“Yeah” he whispered, but he didn't move.

You two laid there a bit more reveling in eachother's presence until you felt him shiver.

“Jake?” You whispered again.

“Yeah?” He answered this time, sounding almost asleep.

“We should take a nice hot bath, what do you think?” You suggested, trying to sit up but failing miserably.

“No” he said, the pout evident in his tone.

“C'mon, we can sleep afterwards” you tried to convince him.

After a little more persuasion and a few giggles from your part, he finally relented and you managed to make him roll off of you. Getting him up wasn't exactly easy, since his legs were shaking with the aftermath of your devilish ministrations.

When finally the two of you were pleasantly immersed in hot water and he was laying with his back against your chest, you started washing the sweat and remnants of that crazy evening off his spent body.

“Are you ok?” You finally asked while you rinsed his hair one last time.

He didn't answer you.

Instead he turned around in the tub and kissed you deeply, caressing your body gently but passionately with his calloused fingers.

Then swiftly, he grabbed your hips and pushed you out of the tub, making you sit on the edge of it with your back against the cold wall and your legs spread open in front of his face.

You gasped and grabbed at his shoulder to steady yourself while you observed him astonished.

You were about to speak but he stopped you, placing a wet finger against your parted lips.

“Remember, angel, the one who laughs last laughs best” he whispered, bringing his mouth closer and closer to your heath.

He was going to get his revenge, and you were absolutely ready for it.

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Captain Jake Kiszka, the most feared pirate on the seas.

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.

Beg For It (part 3)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

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

Can I just give a HUGE thank you for over 1K followers?!? I MEAN WTF??? I absolutely exist for you beautiful souls and I am grateful for your support always ❤️❤️❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. He is perfect!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jakey,” you soothe. “Sit up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It dawns on you that no matter what you say to him, this might be something that will never be easy for him to voice, so you do what you do best, you find a way to love him by making sure he always has what he needs. “Next time you want it, just take it out of the drawer and leave it on my nightstand. I’ll find it, and then I’ll know. Would that be easier for you than having to ask?”

You push in further and he nods through a gasp. “Much easier.” he sighs. “I love you so much.”

Deeper you slide in and opt for something a little easier on the heavy in reply. “Easier than me pretending I’d like to fuck your brother in retaliation for you making me insane with jealousy?”

He laughs quietly through a gasp “Were you that jealous?”

You bottom out and grab onto his hips, burying the strap inside him to the hilt. “I was fucking out of my mind. You’re mine.”

That is that last word on the subject, and to make sure of it, you begin fucking into him with long, smooth strokes.

“Yes, mommy...” he begs, thrashing his face back and forth against the pillow. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that.”

You keep a steady pace, giving it to him no harder, no faster...he said just like that, so that’s exactly how you’ll give it until he says otherwise.

Your hands map invisible trails over his back, soothing and encouraging him with your touch. “You’re taking it so well.” he has earned your praise, and then some. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty, baby...I’m dripping just watching you take my cock. Gorgeous.”

“Faster...” he sounds choked and desperate, dancing along the edge already. “Fuck me faster, mommy. Please, please.”

“That’s my good boy...” you bury your fist in his hair, yanking gently at the roots. It is warm and damp with sweat as you fuck into him. “Tell me what you want. I want you to have it.”

“So close...” he whines a trembling noise that you want to hear over and over and over. “Please make me cum. Fuck, please.”

So many pleases, all the begging, all the fucking begging...

His hands are pressed flat to the headboard for leverage, not bracing to fuck you back, but merely to steady himself so he doesn’t hurtle away too far from you with the force of your thrusts. The pressure of your bodies meeting causes a pleasant pressure against your clit as the base of the strap nudges against you, just enough to keep the frantic throbbing there bearable. And then he’s cumming...shooting all over the sheets below, moaning and crying out for you, arching and throwing himself back until you jerk him up straight by his hair. Fucking him harder, and without mercy, his back now pressed against your tits.

“Do it again for mommy.” you urge, teeth gripping his earlobe in punctuation. “Cum for me, sweet boy. C’mon, one more time.”

“I...” he trails off and drops the back of his head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t.”

Reaching down, you find his cock rock solid still and burning to the touch. “Yes, you can. Give it up, Jakey.”

“It’s too much...” he’s whining and fidgeting, drunk with pleasured agony. “Please.”

There’s that word again.

“Again.” you coax, now sucking marks all along the length of his jugular, fucking and fucking and fucking him. “Behave yourself and do as mommy says.”

His hand moves to wrap around his cock as it bobs obscenely with your every thrust. “Don’t touch it.” you warn. “We did just fine before without your hand, we’ll do just fine without it this time too.”

A sentiment of protest creeps its way out of his beautiful lips, but you quiet him down with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat. He swallows aggressively, sending his Adam’s apple sailing against your palm, and for whatever reason, it makes you weak with need.

“Come on, pretty boy...” you borrow his word of choice for the evening. “Please?”

“Fuck...” he quakes against you. “Say that again.”

“Cum for mommy, Jakey.” your lips grace over his shoulder, no matter the silken strands of his hair that get caught in your kiss. “Please..”

His arm curls back to sink his fingers into your locks, pulling your mouth to his neck, begging you to suck him without a word. You give him what he wants, and his cock is flinging hot bursts of cum wildly the moment your mouth latches onto the side of his throat.

He falls apart loudly, and feverishly...rocking and writhing, calling for you as though you were a million miles away, begging for what he has already been given and thanking you breathlessly for it.

When he finds himself back on earth, you allow him to slump forward and catch his breath. Finally able to think straight once again, he asks so gently, so absolutely tentatively it makes you want to weep. “Do you need my cock, mommy?”

You feel like you haven’t enjoyed an orgasm in years, you’re so worked up, (though it was just a blink ago that you were riding his face), but you know how taxed his entire system must be. “Don’t worry about me, baby.” you smile, easing the strap out of him.

“Let me make you cum again.” a shiver thrums visibly through him when you pull out completely. “I can do it for you, I promise.”

He rolls over and pulls you closer, yanking at the straps holding your cock in place until they give way. “Sit on my cock, mommy. I know I can keep it hard for you a little longer.”

Listening to him beg you to ride him despite the fact that you know his cock is screaming for reprieve, sets your entire world on fire. “Fuck, Jakey...” you growl, sounding untamed and feral “You’re such a good boy.”

He nods and guides you down onto him, shuddering and nearly chewing holes into his beautiful lips as you begin to ride him hard and fast, fucking his cock as he fights to keep it from going soft inside you.

With rapt attention, you watch as two fat tears fall from his squeezed shut eyes, rolling down his temples to disappear into his hair.

“Are you crying, baby?” you taunt gently, pounding yourself down into his lap.

“It’s too...” he sucks in a sharp breath when you angel your hips. “....much. Please, mommy.”

“Please, what?” You taunt lovingly.

“Please cum...” his fingers are worrying bruises into your waist as they fight not to throw you off of his shivering cock.

“You first.” you know he can’t but you expect his reaction will be delectable.

He doesn’t disappoint. His eyes snap open beneath his sweating, furrowed brow. “No...I can’t. Please, please, please, please....”

The word begins to breathe out of him with every exhale and you let it guide you to your end, that beautiful pleading, you let it drag you under along with the head of his cock rutting against you just right deep inside.

The moment you collapse against him he shoves his hand between your sweaty bodies and pulls his cock free of your warm, wet grip with a sound you’ve never heard before, a sound that almost makes you yearn for round two...almost.

After a long, comfortable stretch of silence as you linger together in that breathtaking space only the two of you exist in, he rolls you off and tucks himself around you.

You know that soon the shower will be calling to you both, as will the kitchen for a cool drink, and maybe a shared midnight snack, but for now it is only you and Jake floating in the sea of each other.

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The way Jake’s and Josh’s bellies and hips spill ever so slightly over their tour outfits.

Reblog if you agree.

Greta Van Fleet.

April 27, 2024. St. Louis, MO, at Chaifetz Arena.

Originally photographed for St. Louis Magazine.

22 with Danny 🥹

Doing each others hair

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: showering together but no smut, fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

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The main door of your home opened, sending a jolt of panic through you. You weren’t expecting Danny to be home so soon, and your current state was very much reflective of that. Half of your hair was tied up, and the bottom half was doused in hair dye, although, admittedly, very poorly. You had greatly underestimated the dedication it would take to dye your own hair, and your arms were growing more tired by the second. Plus, it didn’t help that you couldn’t quite see what you were doing. The bleaching was an easy process, it didn’t take long and you still had motivation while you were doing it. Once you rinsed it out and blow dried, the mood shifted. You were hungry, tired, and ready to give up on your mission.

You expected to be finished by the time Danny returned home, but the process was taking longer than anticipated. When his footsteps echoed down the hall, you realized that it might just be easier to ask him to help, rather than to send him away. “Y/n?” He asked, nearing the door to the bathroom.

“In here,” you replied, loud enough so he could hear you over the music playing. “Come in.” You added, awaiting the door opening. After a moment, it did. He peeked his head around to get a look at you before he stepped inside. When he caught sight of the scene, he was met with a one that he certainly wasn’t expecting.

“What uh… what are you doing?” He asked, a smile on his lips and a small laugh following the question.

“Baking a cake.” You rolled your eyes. He chuckled, fully stepping inside.

“You need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. “My arms are killing me.” You set the brush down inside the bowl of red dye and turned to look at him. He lifted your chin, leaning down to place a kiss to your lips while being cautious about touching the dye. You carefully slipped off your gloves, motioning for him to give you one of his hands. When he did, you put it on him. He gave you his other hand so you could do the same.

He grabbed the brush, dipping it in the dye and positioned himself behind you. He was already aware of the process. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped you out, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were quite keen on changing your hair up every so often, and in a true boyfriend fashion, Danny was always willing to lend a helping hand. “Red this time?” He asked, slowly applying the colour to your freshly bleached hair.

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while. I thought it would look cool.” You shrugged.

“It will,” he agreed. “I like it already.” You smiled at his statement. He was always so accepting of anything you did, and made sure to cheer you on while you did it. He was the best boyfriend, and there was no arguing that fact. You had already done most of the work; he only needed to touch up the parts closest to your scalp. He worked in almost silence aside from an occasional comment. He finished it up with ease and placed the brush back in the bowl. He gently arranged the dyed portion on top of the towel you had draped across your shoulders. “All done.” He informed you.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to face him. He smiled down at you, just happy to finally get a good look at your face. That was something you loved about him; no matter what you looked like, or how much disarray you were in, he always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world; like he was so lucky just to be able to be near you.

“Anytime, bug.” He replied, removing the gloves from his hands. Once they were safely on the counter, he grabbed you by the waist and gently guided you into him. He leaned down, giving you a proper kiss. You held him there for a moment, content with the action and realizing how much you’d missed him all day. When you parted, he gazed over your shoulder and looked to the dye that was still left. “What are you gonna do with the rest of it?” You turned, looking quickly at what he was referring to. You pondered, unsure of what you could use it for. You’d overestimated the amount by a little, leaving just enough to make you feel guilty about throwing it away.

An idea sprung to mind, eyes lighting up and a mischievous grin spreading across your cheeks. You turned back to him, letting your gaze fall on the blonde streaks that ran through his mess of dark curls. You reached up, finding a highlight that ran underneath his hair, hidden mostly from initial view. You looked to meet his eyes, just to find him already watching you. “We could match?” He let out a small laugh, already knowing what you were thinking before you said it. “Just an idea.”

“Yeah, why not.” He shrugged. “Just one, though.”

“Of course.” You nodded, feeling the excitement bubble within you. He’d never let you do anything to his hair before, but at the same time, you’d never really asked. “You sure?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He assured you. “I think it would be cool. And I’d get to match with you, so that’s even cooler.” You felt a blush dust across your cheeks. Even after years of dating, he still managed to make you blush. Even after so much time, you often still felt the nervousness and giddiness of the crush you had on him all those years ago. You hoisted yourself up on the edge of the countertop with your hands so you could sit. Once you were secure in your position, you guided him towards you.

“Take your shirt off.” You said, grabbing the dish of dye. He did as he was told, throwing it on the floor. Your eyes drifted to his now exposed torso, finding your heart speed in your chest.

“Like what you see?” He teased, a smile still stuck on his lips.

“Always.” You breathed, no tone of joking present. Instead of lingering on the topic, you moved most of his hair around to one shoulder, securing it there with the elastic you had around your wrist. Carefully, you separated one streak of blonde. “You can still back out, you know.”

“I’m okay.” He laughed. “It’s just hair.” You couldn’t argue the point with him, because you always said the same thing. Without any further hesitation, you started applying the colour to his hair, too. It only took a few moments to completely saturate the hair, as it was only a tiny amount. Once you finished, you placed the dish back on the counter once more. You shifted slightly, pulling him into you a little bit further. You wrapped your arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. He looked down, careful as to not disrupt any of the hair that was processing the colour, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “How long do we have to wait?”

“‘Till it’s ready.” You hummed, cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” He laughed.

“About thirty minutes.” You said, closing your eyes and appreciating the warmth of his body. “How was your day?”

“Less exciting than yours.” He teased, fingers tracing small patterns into your lower back. “Lots of meetings, preparing for the next tour.”

“Don’t remind me,” you mumbled, your grip on him tightening a little bit.

“So you just decided you needed a change?” He asked.

“Yeah, got bored.” You explained, but he was well aware of your constant need to change up your hair. Over the years, it became normal for him to come home to the bathroom in complete disarray with coloured hair dye and towels all over the place. Often times, he ended up having to finish the job for you, but he never once complained. You thought the change kept things exciting, and he was always happy to see you happy. Plus, he’d think you were the most beautiful person in the world, even if you had no hair. He was in love with you no matter what, and proved it further every day that passed.

Minutes went by, filled with small chatter and many stolen kisses. When the time came to rinse the dye out, both of you thought it was easier to hop in the shower together. You stepped in first, the warm water instantly relaxing you. He let you enjoy the warmth for a moment before he helped you wash the colour from your hair. Once the majority was out, he searched for your shampoo and poured some on his hand. “C’mere.” He beckoned you towards him. You did so, allowing him the opportunity to lather the soap throughout your hair. He did it in a much more gentle manner than you would have, and took some extra time to massage your scalp, easing the tension in your head. Once he was satisfied with the amount of bubbles that had formed, he took it upon himself to try to form your hair into a giant spike at the top of your head.

“Stop,” you giggled, trying to push his hands away.

“No, hold on. I almost have it.” He pleaded. You stopped trying to fight it, in no way able to stay annoyed at him when he looked so happy. After a few moments, he managed to get it to stay up somewhat well. “There. It’s perfect.” He said in triumph. He only admired it for a moment before it inevitably fell. He didn’t dwell on the disappointment, wasting no time guiding you back into the water and washing it out for you. The beauty of the bare intimacy without the intent of anything sexual was overwhelming.

Once the shampoo was washed out, he carefully combed some conditioner through the ends of your hair. You stepped out of the way of the shower head, letting it sit for a few minutes. “Your turn.” You said with a smile. He stepped back into the water, wetting his hair and trying to maneuver himself down so you could comfortably reach his head. You did the same thing he’d done for you, leaving out the mohawk bit, and allowed him to wash the soap away. When it came time for the conditioner, you took extra time coating his hair and combing through the knots. Once you finished, he only gave you enough time to rinse your hands off before he was pulling you into a hug.

“I love you,” he hummed, guiding your face up so he could kiss you.

“I love you.” You mumbled against him, eyes closed in bliss. You both sat for a while, caught in an embrace neither of you wanted to break. Eventually, you parted and finished washing yourselves, then stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourselves in towels, finding yourselves gravitating back to each others hold. “Thanks for helping me.” You mumbled, face once again pressed to his chest.

“I’ll always help you, bug. That’s what I’m here for.” He said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Plus, I got a pretty cool hairstyle out of it, too.” You could feel him smile against you.

“We match.” You added, looking towards the steam streaked mirror. You lifted your hand, picking out the thin lock of red hair from his curls. “When you’re gone on tour, you won’t be able to forget me, now.” He let out a scoff, completely dismissing your comment.

“Like I could ever forget about you.” He pulled you a little bit closer, just to show you he meant what he said. “But, we do look super cool.”

“The coolest.” You agreed. “Everybody will be so jealous.” He laughed at your statement, nodding in agreement.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He ran his fingers through the freshly dyed hair.

“I love you,” you smiled. “And I have to admit, you look quite nice, too.” He pulled you into another kiss, both of you completely content by just being in each others arms. You knew that it would always be your happiest place, because you were certain you’d never find anyone else who was so willing to join in on your crazy ideas.

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god i love danny he’d be such a good bf, always supportive and nice and sweet and i just love him sm :(