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Simple Mistakes / NSFW

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The right side of my neck part two / NSFW

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Play fighting - part one & part two / NSFW

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Dirty secrets / NSFW

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Gratitude / NSFW

Merry Christmas, darling / NSFW (Janny x reader)

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Tell Me Not To Go

Pairing- Danny Wagner x Fem!reader

Summary: You and danny have worked together for three years now and he's gotten on your nerves since the first day you two met. What if, at a party, your hatred turns to something else?

Word count- 6.6k (give or take)

Warnings- 18+ mdni!!, alcohol consumption, degradation, oral (f. rec), fingering (f. rec)

A/N: oh my gosh my first gvf fic!! This has been in the works for like.. a year now. Apologies for any typos, this is very lightly edited!

The entire park is covered in a deep, spine-chilling dusk. Scare actors that range from zombies running at people, to clowns (you being one of them) jumping out of corners when people least expect it, are found at every corner. There's a fake fog that reeks of artificial, plastic cotton candy being distributed at every turn. Piercing shrieks from unsuspecting victims fill your ears and your head begins to pulse once again. The autumn chill nips at your exposed skin and makes your eyebrows furrow even more. You attempt to wrap your arms around your chest, trying to conserve your body heat, but you are unsuccessful due to a tight, black corset and a baseball bat that is covered in fake blood already occupying your hands. The short, black tutu you were wearing, ornated with colorful swirls, two layers of tights, and two sets of colorful leg warmers didn't help much to keep you warm either. You find yourself tucked into a dark corner, not looking to scare the wits out of anyone, but to try to get rid of your pulsing headache. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a presence approaching behind you.

"You look real warm over here sweetheart," you hear the sarcasm oozing out of his voice.

"Daniel, what do you want?" You mutter through gritted teeth. You didn't even turn around to face him. Danny Wagner was the wrong person you wanted to be talking to while already having a temper building up.

"Just came over here to talk about the weather. Such a clear night we're having, don't you think?" He replies and you can hear the smirk in his tone.

"I have the worst headache and I'm freezing my ass off. Can you just not tonight?" You slowly turn around, now looking at him. Sometimes it caught you off guard when you saw him in scare makeup even though he's been wearing the same design for over three years. His face was painted white with big, black-painted triangles going from the tops of his eyebrows into the painted frown on his lips. There was more detail in it but you ignored it as your headache pulsated and started to make you lightheaded.

"Shit, Y/N are you okay?" He saw the look on your face and now his voice was immediately rid of any teasing and was laced with worry. "I'm gonna go get you a drink, just stay right here."

You just nodded softly before pressing your back against the wall of some building and sliding down it till you were sitting with your legs out in front of you.

Danny came back quite fast and bent down to where you were. As he handed you the opened bottle, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder and just stared at you with concern littering his painted expression. After taking a bigger sip than anticipated, you set the bottle down next to you, closed your eyes, and tried to take a breath.

"You okay now?" He asked softly, breaking the silence between you two. His eyes lingered on your face, tracing over your features. You felt your face heat up at the attention but you shook it off.

"Yeah, I think so," you mumbled as you stood up, wiping the dirt off your skirt. Your headache was still there, but it was a dull ache now. He got up as well but he had an unrecognizable look on his face. "Is there something on my face?" You sighed, ready to wipe it away.

"Well yeah, but no," he stammered. He reached his hand towards your face and his fingers barely brushed your already parting lips. "You should fix that," he says smirking, right after he smudges your painted clown nose.

"Oh you fucker," you groan as you slap his hand away from your face. You pull out your phone to see your reflection and sure enough, he messed up the paint on your nose. Just as your head snapped up, ready to berate him, he was gone.

You just huffed as you stomped off to your dressing room to fix your makeup. You walked into the small, dimly lit dressing room which reeked of paint and you sat down at the vanity. You dipped your brush into the red face paint before redrawing the clown nose onto your own. Once you're satisfied with your makeup, you tease your hair a bit more, taking a comb and raking it in the opposite way of your hair. You decide that's enough staring at yourself and you smooth your skirt out before heading back out. You roam around for a bit, taking pleasure in the screams you receive from random passersby as you jump at them. You end up popping out of the artificial fog to scare these two teenage girls. You snicker as they both squeal, clinging onto each other. You walk out of the fog to introduce yourself to them with a smirk.

As you were taking a picture with one of the girls, no older than 15, you felt his presence behind you. The friend who was taking the girl's picture, giggled as her friend didn't realize Danny was behind her. He poked the girl next to you with his finger and she let out a squeal.

He was laughing his ass off but managed to stick his hand out and introduce himself enthusiastically. "The name's Patches and this here, is my lovely wife Poptart, if you haven't already met her." You heard in his voice how he was reluctant to give you any sort of compliment, even just in character, but it filled you with pride. You brush off his introduction of you since you already introduced yourself before making small talk with the girls.

After they walk away and you waved to them, you hit Danny softly in the shoulder. "Asshole," you mutter under your breath before turning to walking away from him.

He grabs your hand before you can fully walk away and he spins you so you're facing him. "Watch your mouth, princess," he grits out, his jaw clenched with an expression you still cannot name. You scoff before shrugging him off and successfully stomping away.

-

The night was almost over; just one more hour till close and you couldn't wait to go home. You were standing around one of the bathrooms that were festively decorated with black balloons and stripes when you heard two familiar voices. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the same two teenage girls approaching Danny. You sneak a bit closer to hear them, ducking behind a colorful pop-up booth, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Patches, can I ask you a question?" The taller girl with blonde hair asked.

"Yeah go ahead," Danny answered, cocking his eyebrow with genuine interest.

"So, how long have you and Poptart been married?"

"That's a really good question.." He seemed to ponder for a second before replying.  "Poptart! How long have we been married?!" He yelled out for you and his voice seemed to echo across the entire park.

You felt your cheeks heat up, getting caught off guard at the sudden mention of your character's name. You and Danny try to avoid each other every night, even though you're paired up as a couple. This is the most, in three years, that you and him have interacted in a single day. You ultimately have to walk up to them but you have to drag yourself over there.

"Well," you rub your chin as you pretend to think for a second. "It has to be at least 7 years."

You and him never really practiced your backstory as a "couple", never being able to stand each other for more than five minutes. You both just made things up on the spot.

The same girl asked another question. "Do you guys still love each other the same as you did when you met?"

You shift your weight as you take a sharp inhale. This was not the usual question you got. Most of the time you didn't even get questions, just screams.

"I would say I love her even more than when we first met." That was the last thing you expected out of Danny. Your head snapped in his direction as you stared at him, your lips slightly apart. Something about his comment made your stomach flutter. He nodded towards you, waiting for a response, but when he saw your reaction, he started to smirk.

You shake off your surprise before you finally respond. "I love him a whole lot more than I did back then. Not so much when he cheats on me though," you snickered as you decided to switch up the narrative and mess with him.

Both of the teenage girls gasped and you even heard him let out a small noise of surprise.

"I have never cheated on you! Don't listen to her." He leaned closer toward the girls and whispered. "She's crazy."

"Oh no, don't even! I saw you and that trash doll!" You yell at him with a slight grin, pretending to be upset. However, this whole ordeal ended up with you two having a screaming match, mostly for shits and giggles. The girls ended up scampering away and you broke into a fit of laughter. You glance over at him to see his eyes locked on you while he just chuckles. You inhale softly as you try to calm down from the previous incident. When you meet his eyes again, he nods slightly, signaling you to walk with him.

You and Danny settle into silence as you both are seated on a secluded bench, towards the back of the park. Since it was getting near the closing time, there was barely anyone around you guys. You swing your feet whilst staring at the ground, enjoying the quietness. You can still feel the chilly air piercing your skin through your clothes, but it doesn't bother you much. In fact, it's the last thing on your mind, your proximity to Danny takes occupancy of your thoughts.

"Are you going to that party tomorrow?" You heard him ask quietly beside you.

"Hmm?" You hum, softly turning your head to look at him. You weren't expecting any sort of conversation to come out of this.

"Y'know, the party that Josh is throwing for..." His voice trails off as his brows knit together. You watch his expression as he tries to remember the guy's name, who you've only met once when you were plastered at another one of Josh's parties. Honestly, you couldn't even remember his face. Josh was a mutual friend of yours that you met before you worked with Danny. Though Josh, you also met his brothers, which revealed a fact you didn't know previously. Danny was a staple in the boys's life so being close with them, meant having to tolerate him.

"Why do you care if I show up or not?" You huff out questionably as you look back down to your swinging feet.

"God, is there ever a time when you're not being a fucking brat?" He grumbles as he folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the back of the bench.

You feel a heat simmering in your lower stomach before you snap your head towards him. "Seriously? Why are you always like this? This is exactly why I can't stand even being around you." You get up from the bench before looking back at him.

"Have a good night," you grit through your teeth as you ditch the bench, leaving him behind. You hear him say something under his breath but you just roll your eyes.

You marched back to your dressing room, locking the door behind you, before you started to get ready to leave. Thankfully, the park was a few minutes away from closing time. You take down your teased pigtails and you begrudgingly brush your hair out before putting it back into a ponytail. You take a moment before deciding that you'll change when you get home so you strip off your skirt and leg warmers to slip on a pair of sweatpants over your tights. You slide on a random crewneck over your corset before sitting at your vanity. The old chair creaks under you and it causes an annoyed groan to fall softly from your lips. You grab your phone off the vanity desk to check it for the time, making sure the park is actually closed before you leave. Sure enough, it's 2 am, which means you're free to go. You put the pieces of your costume in your patterned tote bag before grabbing your keys and heading out of your dressing room.

As you're crossing the parking lot, you spot Danny getting into his car. His eyes meet yours for a split second before you look away, feeling your face flush. At first you feel like a kid getting caught sneaking into the cookie jar, but you brush off your burning cheeks as residual anger. You get into your car, tossing your bag into the seat next to you before driving away. You have to force yourself not to glance at him on your way out of the theme park.

Soon enough, you pull into your driveway. You sigh from relief previous to turning the car off. You unlock your front door and when you enter your house, you're met with the familiar smell of lavender and a soft vanilla, and you slip your shoes off. You trudged up the stairs before padding your way into your room. You drop down on your bed, plopping face down with a grumble. The feeling of your soft, cool sheets against your skin makes you want to fall asleep forever. However, you're painstakingly aware of the uncomfortable corset under your looser fitting clothes wrapped over it. You force yourself up to get changed out of your sweats and your crewneck, so you can unlace your corset and strip off your tights. You slip out of your clothes before grabbing a satiny silk robe from the back of your bedroom door. You then wandered to grab clean pajamas from your drawer before heading into your bathroom.

You're thankful for the soft smile light illuminating the bathroom, as it's not too harsh on your eyes. You set your clean pajamas on the marbled bathroom counter before letting the robe drop from your body. You reach into your shower, turning the knob till it's sweltering hot. You grab your brush off the cold counter before taking out your lazy ponytail and getting the majority of the tangles out. You set the brush back in its original place before turning the knob on the shower so it's a bit cooler, but still steaming up the bathroom. You hop in and you let the heated water run down your body and through your hair.

-

After your shower, you collapse back into your bed before scrolling aimlessly on your phone, swiping in and out of different apps waiting for exhaustion to take over.

Your phone vibrates and you look up to see a notification that Sam texted you. Your eyebrow raises before reading it.

Sammy: I know Danny already bugged you about it, but will you pleasee come to the party tomorrow? or, technically later today.

You roll your eyes at his technicality. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you try to come up with a response. Sure it would be fun to get out of the house since you don't go anywhere but work, but on the other hand, Danny's gonna be there and there's no doubt in your mind that he'll be an absolute menace. You decide to respond to Sam whenever you wake up and you plug your phone in before setting it on your nightstand.

You end up sleeping on and off all night and you finally opt to just get up. You take a second to let your eyes adjust before stretching your arms above your head. You grab your phone from your nightstand with a yawn. You open your phone to see the chat with Sam that you still haven't replied to. You throw your phone down on your bed before shuffling to your bathroom. You go pee, wash your hands and your face, and you brush your teeth as you try to think of what to say back to Sam. You take a deep breath before padding back into your room. You grab your phone off your blankets before you grumble and typing out a short response.

You: I'll be there

As the day goes on, you're able to get a few errands done, trying to be productive before the dreaded chore later. You look at the time on your phone as you're sitting on the edge of your bed and you see it's now nearing 8 pm, so you decide to get ready. You huff as you search through your clothes, trying to pick something to wear. Finally, a short, lilac dress caught your eye. You took it off the hanger and you tried it on. You ran your hands down your body, smoothing out the dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a silky dress that fit around your curves perfectly and put an emphasis on your cleavage. You just gave yourself a smirk in the mirror as you walked into your bathroom to start on your hair. You're stuck between leaving your hair down and natural or putting it into a braid. You end up choosing the latter and you put your hair into a loose braid. You don't do anything different with your makeup, just mascara, eyeliner, and a bit of lip gloss. Your phone buzzes on the bathroom counter and you put down your lip gloss to pick your phone up and read it.

Sammy: Hey, I'll pick you up in 5?

You: Sounds great

You grab a pair of chunky, white heels from your closet and you slip them on. You put your phone into a little white purse as you go downstairs into the living room to wait for Sam.

Soon, your living room is illuminated with his headlights and you walk out to his car with a grin. You go to sit in the passenger seat, but there you see Danny sitting there with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Your face flashes red with anger but you open the door and slide into the backseat, begrudgingly.

"What the hell, Sam? You could've warned me that there would be an insufferable asshole joining us," you grumble as you cross your arms over your chest.

"You're not exactly tolerable either, princess," Danny replies with a growl.

"Okay ladies, calm down. You guys can handle a 10-minute car ride," Sam retorts as he looks at you and Danny with a stern look before pulling out of your driveway. He then suggests with a smirk, "wouldn't it be easier just to hook up and get rid of the sexual tension than argue all the time?"

You make a fake throwing-up sound as your face is dusted with a light flush at his proposal. "Never in a million years, Samuel."

"I second that, Sam that's disgusting," Danny says with a wince.

You roll your eyes at his comment, feeling a pang of annoyance shoot through you. Sam just shrugs as he continues driving. Thankfully, the car ride wasn't too unbearable, and you guys got to Josh's quicker than expected. The second Sam parks, you swing open your door as you walk up the driveway and you enter Josh's house. You're met with your favorite smell of him; patchouli with a hint a woodsy fragrance. You greet Josh with a smile and a huge hug. He leans into your embrace as he squeezes your shoulder.

"Hey mama, how've you been?" He asks you with a grin, leaving his arm lingering around you. Out of the group, you're definitely closest to Josh. You and him just clicked the second you met a few years ago and you've been best friends since.

"Oh y'know," you respond with a shrug. "Danny's a pain in my ass, Sam's.. well he's Sam, and I haven't talked to Jake in a while."

"Well luck is on your side, mama," he declares. "Jake's here.. somewhere and there should be enough people here soon that you won't have to see Danny at all."

"Thank the lord," you say with a huff. "You should point me in the direction of the alcohol," you add while wiggling your eyebrows.

Josh just chuckles before nodding to the kitchen. "It's all in there, help yourself."

You do exactly that. You walk into the kitchen and you find the nearest bottle of alcohol, which happened to be tequila, and a shot glass. You pour yourself a shot before grabbing another glass to pour one more. "Josh, come take one with me!" You call out to him, standing with two shots in hand. He enters the kitchen with a smirk.

"Fine, only if you're forcing me to." He takes one of the shot glasses out of your hand and you clink yours with his before throwing it back. You relish the way the alcohol burns your throat, enjoying the slight buzz you feel coursing through your veins already. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a bunch of people already trailing in, Sam and Danny being part of the bunch. You lock eyes with Danny but you watch his eyes leave yours as they trail down your body, slowly. You chew your lip as you feel your face get hot and you pour one more shot for you and Josh. After knocking the second one back, you try not to look in Danny's direction as you find other people to mingle with.

After having a full conversation with a stranger whose name you're sure you won't remember tomorrow, you watch as even more people flood in. You're bopping and weaving through the crowd, dying to find a familiar face. From the living room, you see Sam leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of liquor for a drink in the kitchen and you sigh in relief. You trail into the kitchen as you walk back into the familiar space.

"Just the person I wanted to see," you say with a small smile. "Any chance you can make me a drink too?"

Sam's head shoots up when he hears you. He smiles as he responds, "Y/N, I was wondering where you went. Yeah, of course, I can. Anything in particular you want?"

You shake your head. "Just something strong," you say adamantly while leaning against the counter next to him. You feel a certain pair of eyes on you but you ignore it. Furthermore, you ignore the flutter that grows in your stomach from the unexpected, but not unwelcome attention. Sam slides you a drink and you take it without a second thought. You take a sip before humming in approval.

"Damn, I didn't know you were such a bartender," you giggle as you take another sip. "What is this?"

"Why thank you," he replies smugly. "It's just a simple margarita. I saw you taking shots with Josh earlier so I assumed you at least tolerated tequila."

"You shouldn't usually assume but god. This is insanely good, thank you," you praise him carefully so as not to inflate his ever-growing ego.

He just shrugs with that cocky look still plastered onto his face. His gaze wanders towards the crowd before he elbows you softly. "You are aware that Danny has been staring at you since we got here, right?" He whispers into your ear.

You just roll your eyes before taking a bigger swig of your drink. "Whatever, I'm sick of him already and I've barely spoken to him tonight." Of course Danny was attractive, you'll give him that, but you couldn't stand him in general.

"Give the poor guy a chance, Y/N. By the looks of it, he looks as if he's about to come over and rip your dress off," he smirks before you jab him with your elbow and his expression turns to a wince.

"That's vile, inappropriate, and absolutely not gonna happen," you grumble before chugging the rest of your drink. "C'mon, let's go dance," you mutter as you grab his hand to drag him to the open living room, where there's loud music bleeding from the speakers. He just chuckles before grabbing your waist as you sway to the music. A few songs are able to play before Sam leans into your ear.

"I'm gonna go find something else to do before Daniel comes over here to rock my shit, good luck." You just groan as you watch Sam walk back to the kitchen, leaving you in the crowd of dancing people. You shake it off as you continue jumping and swaying to the music. You feel a pair of hands land on your hips from behind and you snap your head over your shoulder. You exhale softly when you see it's just Jake. You smile at him, as a way to say hi, since the music is too loud to try to have a conversation. He smiles back at you before copying your swaying movements, keeping his hands attached to you. Jake Kiszka has always been a natural flirt, whether or not he realizes it, so his actions don't surprise you one bit.

Suddenly, you feel him pull away from you too and you furrow your brows as you turn around to see what's wrong. The second you spin around, you're faced with Danny, whose expression is dripping with anger.

"What the hell," you mutter before you're getting pulled into a small hallway in the maze that is Josh's house. "Danny, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" You grit through your teeth.

"What do I think I'm doing?" He repeats your words, clenching his jaw. "You're out there rubbing yourself all over my friends like a fucking whore," he snarls out.

You feel the heat from yesterday simmering in your stomach again at his degrading words. You push that feeling to the side before responding to him. "Excuse me? Last time I checked, it's none of your business what I do with my body," you hiss.

He just lets out a breathy chuckle. "If you wanted to be fucked that bad, sweetheart, you could've asked."

Your face heats up tremendously as you hear the vulgar insinuation come out of his mouth. You feel a faint throbbing in your core. "I.. what- no," you stumble out in disbelief that he would ever say that to you.

"Deny it all you want, but based on your lips that are already parting, sweetheart," he coos while trailing his thumb over your bottom lip before continuing. "Your dilated pupils, and the fact that you're squeezing your thighs together so hard, you might just fall over," he leans into your ear as he whispers. "I think you're lying."

"What in the world has gotten into you?" You mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders to push him back slightly. He isn't wrong though; without realizing it, your thighs were clamped together, unconsciously searching for friction.

He takes your chin in between his fingers. "I'm sick of you walking around like you're above everyone, I think someone needs to take you down a peg," he says, his voice extremely low.

You feel your breath hitch as he presses you against the wall in the hallway. "People can see us, y'know," you snarl.

He barks out a laugh before his hand grabs the beginning of your braid sitting at the nape of your neck. He grips your hair tightly as he tugs your head back so you're looking at him. "That's the part you're worried about?"

You let out a tiny whimper that you attempted to swallow down but failed. "Danny, what are you trying to do? Because if you're trying to get me into bed, this is not the way," you growl as you feel his grip tighten a bit.

He lets out a low groan at the sound of your whimper. "Shut up," he huffs before attaching his lips to yours. You're frozen in shock for a moment before cupping his face with both your hands to bring him in closer. He slots his knee between your thighs as he pins you firmly against the wall. You feel his tongue dart out to lick your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You groan into the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance for a short moment before he tugs your head back by your hair again.

"What happened to 'everybody can see us'?" He looks down at you with a smirk as he mocks you. You're already a panting mess and he's barely done anything.

"Fuck you," you grumble as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back into another heated kiss. He chuckles into the kiss, letting you take control for a moment before pulling away again.

"You'd like that right about now, wouldn't you? What if I just leave you here, panting like a bitch, waiting for someone to pay attention to her dripping cunt?" His crass words make your face flush again. The muted ache in your core became a needy throb you couldn't ignore. Your hips jerked forward and your clit rubbed perfectly against his knee. You felt your legs almost give out below you as your eyes fluttered shut. You hear him mutter a small "shit" before he lets go of your hair, grabs your hand, and pulls you into a random guest room.

He quickly shut the door and locked it behind you before forcing you against it and slamming his lips into yours again. You moaned into the kiss as he threw you around like a doll. He forced your head back by tangling his fingers into your hair once more before leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He found one specific spot that made your back arch away from the door and you felt him smirking as he continued the assault on said spot. You tangle your fingers in his hair as you let his name fall out of your mouth in small whispers.

"Shit, Y/N," he groaned into your neck. He let his hands roam all over your body before stopping at your hips to grip them in a possessive way. You bring his head up from your neck to lock your lips with his, admiring the familiarity that's growing in the foreign action. His lips move against yours desperately. You gasp into the kiss as you untangle your hand from his hair, opting to explore his upper half. You run your hands into his button-up shirt that only has two buttons keeping it closed, tracing small patterns on his soft skin before raking your nails down his chest. You feel him shutter before his tongue begs for permission back into your mouth. You gladly oblige as you whine into the open-mouthed kiss.

Your breathing becomes increasingly heavier but you refuse to lose contact. He gathers your lower lip between his teeth as he bites down before sucking it into his mouth to soothe it. Another whine escapes you and his grip on your hips grows tighter. He leads you backward and you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees before he throws you onto the white, silky sheets. Your legs involuntarily part and you see his eyes grow darker as he gazes down at you.

"I knew you were a slut. Look at you, legs wide open," he mutters as he kneels on the bed in front of you, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs. He looks up at you for approval and you eagerly nod your head. He lets out a low chuckle before planting small kisses going up from your knee. He hikes your dress up so it sits above your hips as he continues kissing higher. You feel your breath staggering as he gets closer and closer to your throbbing center. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip as you take it in between your teeth.

"You're soaking through your panties, sweetheart," he coos while running a finger over the dark red cotton covering your folds. Your hips jerk into his touch as a small moan falls from your lips. He looks up from your clothed cunt to ask for silent permission and you nod extremely eagerly. Normally, you'd be embarrassed by the speed at which you responded, but with the extreme throb in your core, you couldn't care less. He pulls your panties to the side before gazing at the slight glimmer of arousal leaking out of you. He finally slides two fingers through your folds gently. After a few swipes, his fingers land on your swollen clit, rubbing slow and soft circles into it.

Your back arches slightly as your jaw falls slack at his touch. "Shit," you sigh as your hands reach down to tangle your hands in his hair. You gaze down to see the obscene sight of him smirking with his hand wrapped around your thigh, before giving a small, chaste kiss to your throbbing bundle of nerves. You inhale sharply before biting down on your lip to stop any more noises from falling out.

Danny just shakes his head while his fingers trail through your folds again. "Nuh-uh, if you want to act like a needy bitch, dripping all over the sheets for me, you can let everyone out there hear how much of a whore you are," he grumbles out, his voice gravelly and full of lust.

"I hate you," you murmur before reaching one of your hands down to get the job done yourself. Danny's eyes darken before he grabs your wrists and pins them on either side of your hips.

"Don't even think about it. I'll give this pretty pussy what she needs, just be patient," he smirks. You just throw your head back with a grumble, staring at the ceiling, while waiting for him to do something. You can feel yourself leaking onto the sheets even more from how badly you need his touch, which was unusual considering you hated him. Before you can even second-guess your feelings, you feel his soft lips on your clit again, and you gasp. You can feel his hot tongue lapping through your core. His tongue continues his assault at your slick entrance before flicking back up to your clit. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud a few times before he sucks it into his mouth. You moan softly as you feel the muscles in your lower stomach already tightening and your hips thrust against his face.

You attempt to grab at his hair to pull him in closer but the restraint he has on your wrists stops you. He frees your clit before his tongue laps at it quickly. You feel hot blood running through your veins as pleasure courses through you. He lets go of one of your hands to tease your entrance with his middle finger. A small whimper falls through your lips as your free hand tangles itself in his hair. You can feel his nose bump against your clit before he flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe up your core. His middle and ring fingers enter you, and you let out a loud whine as he curls them, barely brushing the spot you need him in the most. You moan out, jerking your hips into him to try and chase that feeling again. He sneers maliciously and curls his fingers directly into that spot this time and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Fuck! Danny, do that again, please," you plead as your hips twitch and jerk forward. Danny just hums before taking your clit into his mouth, his teeth just barely grazing it as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. A string of moans falls from your lips as you grip his hair harder, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm already. Danny can feel you clenching around his finger and he pulls both his hand and his mouth away from you.

"What the hell," you practically growl out. Danny just has a shit-eating grin on his face as his dark, hooded eyes meet yours.

"I'm sorry, did you need something?" He asks while taking a step back away from the bed. You sit up, chest heaving, your face littered with confused dispersed across your face. Your eyes trace down his body, landing on the prominent tent in his black, ripped jeans before trailing up to see his chest peaking through his multicolored button-up. His chest was decorated with a simple necklace chain with a black onyx crystal adorning it. Your senses are overwhelmed with him. The way he smells of sweet eucalyptus and mint drives you nuts as you can hear his soft pants leaving his mouth. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and you see them overridden with desire.

"I need you," you mumble, your face heating up as the words fall from your tongue.

His grins grows even wider. "Me? Why me? I thought you hated me, princess?"

Your eyes gaze down to see him unbuckling his belt and a heat flashes over your entire body. "I.." Your voice trails off as you're almost hypnotized by him sliding off his belt. He stops there and you give him a confused look.

"Answer the question, honey," he spurs you on.

"You're already here, might as well finish what you came here for," you huff as you tilt your head back against the pillow, purposefully avoiding his gaze.

"Well actually, I came here for a party so," he whispers, his voice comes out low from need.

"Don't be a dick, you know what I mean," you croak out, your legs parting ever so slightly more.

"Say it, pretty girl." He tilts your chin up with two fingers as his dark eyes lock onto yours. "Ask for what you really want."

You chew your lip, stuck between begging for more and stubbornly wanting to push his limits. You let out a small whine of displeasure as you see him take another step back, sliding his belt back into the loops of his pants.

"Danny, c'mon now," you squeak out after sitting up, squeezing your thighs together, trying to get any type of friction.

"You know what you're supposed to do, princess, beg for it," his voice is rough and thick as he instructs you.

You simply cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, not wanting to give in.

His eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before he runs his hand through his hair. He towers over you, his expression now softened from the initial lust that littered his face. "Say it or tell me not to go," his voice comes out low but somehow soft.

Your breath hitches at his threat to leave and your mind starts to come to, more rational thoughts beginning to surface. This was your supposed enemy, this guy was basically your best friend's brother, this was your co-worker.

Danny immediately sees the change in your demeanor and he sighs. He cups your face gently whilst nodding slightly. "I'll see you at work, yeah?" he says softly before fixing his shirt, smoothing it out before walking out of the room. He shuts the door without even looking back at you. You blink back surprised tears from the suddenness of it all.

What the actual fuck.

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[builtbykittie]

Sweet dreams & Good mornings

J.m.k x f!reader

Summary: you wake up hot from a dream about your boyfriend, come to find out the same thing happened to him.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, fingering, handjob, usage of 'mama'...

Words: roughly 1.3k

A/N: very short one for this month as this was kinda last minute... Enjoy!

You turn on your side in your sleep, wrapped up in your dream - the sinful way Josh is fucking you with his fingers. His thumb flicks over your clit again and again as his middle and ring fingers ram into you at the same pace. You're grasping onto his forearm and crying his name. Meanwhile, your hand falls into place somewhere on Josh's body, and your new position allows the beams of sunlight glaring through the cracks of the curtains to wake you.

Just as you're about to reach the edge, you're taken out of it. You groan and flex your fingers against the fabric of Josh's boxers, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at what you're touching as your eyes start to flutter open.

With heavy lidded eyes, you look up to find josh awake. His brows are knitted together and his adams apple bobs up as he swallows his saliva, his breathing slightly ragged. This only adds to your confusion, until you realize.

You flex your fingers against him once more, that hardness beneath your hand can only be one thing. You glance down to where your hand is on his hard cock, a flush quickly covers every inch of your skin and you move your hand from him, muttering a quiet 'sorry'.

He looks down at you with a somewhat smug grin, grabbing your hand that was on him and bringing it up to his lips, kissing you softly before entwining your fingers with his and placing a kiss to your forehead. "Had a nice dream?"

You smile at his affection, feeling your core start to ache as you recall your dream. You lean in and his his neck, humming out an 'mhm' against his warm skin.

"Yeah, sounded like you were enjoying it," he squeezes your hand. You can't see him, but you can hear the smirk in his voice, causing you to pause for a moment. This wouldn't be the first time you've made noises in your sleep, but it's just as embarrassing. "Oh my god.. josh! " He mocks you.

"oh god," you whine, burying your head into the crook of his neck. "I highly doubt I sounded like that."

He chuckles, bringing your hand to his abdomen. His free hand finds your hair, gently grabbing some at the back of your head and pulling so that you're looking at him. "What was I doing?"

You swallow back your saliva, feeling like a deer in headlights as you look at him. He's wearing that same smug smirk as he nods, silently telling you to get on with it. "Um," you mutter "you were.. touching me.."

His grin grows "yeah?"

You frantically nod, your breath picking up as he continues to inch your hand further down his abdomen, the tips of your fingers reaching his bulge.

"I had a dream about you," he leans in to kiss behind your ear before his hand in your hair moves to wrap around your waist, pulling you to sit up. Finally, he brings your hand down to cup his incredibly hard cock, and you almost feel bad for him as you feel the way he's strained against his boxers.

"Feel that?" he groans, leaning in to place wet kisses to your neck as he pushes your hand against him. You let out a soft, breathy noise and nod, your head lulling to the side to grant him more access to your neck. "You know how bad I just wanted to wake you up and fuck you? Your pretty little moans.. fuck. You're like torture to me..."

His free hand starts to slowly inch down your body, his calloused fingers dragging down your tummy and dancing along the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Josh..." You whisper, putting pressure on his cock.

He groans into your ear at the feeling, letting go of your hand to grab at the bedsheet. "Fuck, you're so hot, mama," he whispers, his fingertips dipping past your waistband. "Need you.."

You practically moan at his words, starting to drag your fingers along his length through the fabric. "Please.. please, josh.. touch me," you whine.

He lets out a breathy chuckle against the hot surface of your neck, the tips of his fingers inching closer to your aching clit.

A wave of electricity flows through your body as he presses down on your clit with his calloused fingertips, and you can feel his practically taunting smile against your neck. Slowly, he starts to draw slow circles over your clit, desperate moans starting to escape your throat at the contact.

Your hand moves up to his waistband, pushing it down past his cock, his length springing free. You waste no time taking him in your hand, squeezing him and feeling every vein as you start to stroke him at an almost painfully slow pace.

"was I touching you..." His fingers speed up and he presses down harder on your clit "like this?"

You throw your head back on his shoulder and a loud, desperate cry slips past your lips, involuntarily tugging at his cock as you arch your back into his touch. "That- ah.. feels so good.. but.. no," you giggle - if you can even call it that. It was more of a breathy moan than anything.

With your free hand, you reach down and grab his, stopping his movement to guide his fingers down to your entrance. "Like this..." You moan as his rough fingertips start to prod at your entrance, your hand tightening around him and your movements speeding up.

You mewl as his fingers slip inside of you, curling them up into you. "And.." you struggle to get words out through pants and gasps. "Like.. this.." grabbing his thumb, you move it to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He wastes no time circling it around your clit and drawing out strings of moans and profanities. "Fuck, mama. Just like that.. shit," Josh groans into your ear, bucking his hips up on your hand again and again until his thighs and hips are trembling.

"Oh god- josh.." you whine, pumping harder and faster as his fingers dance deliciously inside of you and against every sweet spot. You lull your head to the side, catching his attention and taking his lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

Josh's hips tremble as he desperately bucks up into your hand, soft whines and groans escaping his throat and into your mouth. You writhe beside him, the movements of your hips matching his as loud strings of curses and whines and calls of his name fly past your lips. You know neither of you are gonna last much longer.

"ffuck," Josh groans, throwing his head back. You take the opportunity to attack his neck with kisses and nips as you relentlessly stroke him, determined to get him off. Meanwhile, his hand is working you so perfectly, making you squirm and cry out with every pump of his fingers and circle of his thumb.

You feel that familiar feeling of your muscles tightening, the fire in your stomach roaring wildly. Josh's movements and the way he's moaning tells you he's right there with you. You let go of him for a moment to spit on your hand. He whines at the loss of contact, but you instantly return it to his throbbing, angry cock. You stroke him at a pace you didn't know you could even move, but your mind starts to blur as his fingers draw you closer to your orgasm.

"Josh, baby, I'm gonna-" you cry, pushing your hips down harder onto his fingers as his hips buck up into your hand. All he can get out is a pathetic groan and slight nod.

With one more curl of Josh's fingers and tug of your hand, both you and Josh are crying out and writhing underneath each other's touch. Your bodies move almost in synchrony, painting such a filthy picture.

The air is filled with pants and soft whimpers as the two of you ride out your highs on each other's fingers, your orgasm completely taking control of you.

You suck in a hiss as he pulls his fingers from you, watching as he takes them into his mouth and licks them clean before taking your lips in a passionate kiss, making you taste yourself.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and his arms find your waist, pulling you close to him. You kiss his neck and just like that, his body lulls you back to sleep.

[builtbykittie]

The right side of my neck

J.t.k x f!reader PART 2

See part one here

Summary: after running into your first and probably only love at a party, his scent and the memory of his lips haunt you. Luckily, he invites you to dinner.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, alcohol consumption, SMUT, sweet/soft Jake, oral (f rec), fingering, unprotected sex(seriously do not), multiple orgasms, might be a little corny

Words: 6.4k

A/N: the long awaited part two is finally here. So sorry for the long wait! I've been so busy and so tired recently so it's hard to keep up with writing. Anyways I really hope you enjoy!! Go back and read part one if you haven't already 🫶

You kept yourself up for hours once you got home, wondering if he told his brothers, wondering if he got home safely, wondering how the party went after you'd left. You thought about his hands and his perfect pink lips. But those thoughts weren't even the main thing that kept you up, it was his cologne.

He wasn't lying when he said he's upgraded, he smelled so good. The scent was still on your dress, and you procrastinated taking it off for as long as possible. But even after taking it off, you still smelled it. It also doesn't help that Ana was pressing you for answers until she finally got too tired to keep talking and went to bed.

When you finally fell asleep, you dreamt of him. He's already haunting you.

The rough surface of Jake's fingertips drag up and down along your thighs, sending shivers up your spine as his other hand toys with your soaked panties.

You're startled awake just as it starts to get good. "Girl get up, you've been sleeping all day," Ana shakes you, and you groan as you stretch, realizing you've just woken up. "What time is it?" you mumble groggily, rubbing your eyes.

"Like one! Get up," she continues poking at you, grabbing your blanket and pulling it off your body. You huff and force yourself to sit up, your eyes still partially closed. "C'mon, you look like a damn raccoon," Ana giggles, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.

You draw in a deep sigh once you realize you never took off your makeup and judging by how much you roll around and the number of times you've rubbed your eyes, Ana's probably right.

"uuugh," you draw out the already exaggerated sigh as you stand up, wearily making your way to the bathroom. Wiping off your makeup, you think back to last night. The way his hands moved along your body, the way his lips dragged along your neck, his warm breath on your skin. The thought gives you shivers.

You wash your face and brush your teeth, walking back out to your room, you find Ana waiting on your bed with a large smile. "You should probably get dressed," Ana grins as she holds out your phone, your notifications open and the first one is a message from none other than Jake Kiszka.

Jake: Good morning beautiful

Jake: Dinner?

Your eyes widen at the sight and you snatch your phone from Ana's hands. His use of morning is loose, considering he sent the message at about 12:10 pm. After enough thought, you start to frantically type away.

You: hey rockstar ;)

You: Tonight? What time?

"Read me what he says," you drop your phone on your bed and start to go through your closet. You toss around the clothes for a little less than eight minutes trying to find an outfit before Jake texts back. You hear a ding and whip your head in Ana's direction. "Finally!" Ana grabs your phone excitedly. "Tonight, six. He said that Danny, Josh, and Sam are coming too... oh! And to bring me," her grin grows as she reads and you watch her face light up "Oh my god it'll be like a little reunion!"

Throwing your head back in frustration, you let out an exaggerated groan at the lack of cute outfits you've found. Ana giggles at your little fit "Calm down. Show me what you have." Defeated, you hold up the white sundress you originally picked out with a frown.

"What's wrong with that?" Ana says, her head tilted to the side. You look back at the dress, realizing there's nothing bad about it, you're just picky. "Uh," you try to come up with an excuse "it's boring."

Ana just giggles "We're going for food with a few old friends, nothing fancy. It's cute, I'm sure Jake will love it." She chuckles at her statement and you roll your eyes, but as much as you'd like to say you're not dressing for him, you are. You want to impress him. You want him to lose sleep thinking about you.

"Fine," you say with a huff after enough inspection of the dress.

The day seems to go by painfully slowly. You try to do everything to distract yourself, but all your thoughts just turn into Jake. You and Ana went out to get coffee and a sandwich, but again, you just found yourself spacing off thinking of him. Each and every tick of the clock is a hammer to your sanity, driving you absolutely insane. You thought that version of you that was so hopelessly devoted to Jake Kiszka was gone, but she's thriving. She just needed a little wake-up call.

It's closing in at 5:30 now, and Ana's been watching you with a smug grin as you bounce your leg impatiently and anxiously. You know she's gonna tell Jake, and even worse, you know he's going to love the idea of you being so impatient to get your hands on him. Hell, he'll probably tease you about it even worse than Ana will.

"You think we should get going?" Ana smiles, standing up and singing her bag over her shoulder. The question is like music to your ears. "Fuck, yes, finally," you groan as you stand up, grabbing your own bag. "Geez, I've never seen you so eager," she giggles. You roll your eyes as you quickly check your reflection "Whatever."

On the drive there, your chest fills with excitement and anticipation its almost too much to handle. The feeling shoots through every vein in your body and numbs your limbs. "I never thought I'd see you so giddy over Jake Kiszka again. It's kinda cute," Ana smiles, pulling into the parking lot of what's supposed to be one of Jake's favorite restaurants.

"yeah, imagine how I feel. I didn't think he'd have this much of an effect on me after so long. I feel like I'm in high school again," you run your hands through your hair and pull yourself together before walking into that restaurant and facing him.

The two of you get to the hostess stand and quickly find that the boys aren't on time, as always. It's a habit they've had for as long as you can remember. "All these years and yet they still don't know how to be on time," Ana jests as you're being escorted to the table.

"You know," Ana leans in, her voice hushed "I've only ever seen you act this way over Jake." A deep pink blush instantly finds its way onto your cheeks and a small smile tugs at your cheeks. God, what is happening? He's making you feel like a little girl again and you're not too thrilled to know that you'd do anything for him at the snap of a finger.

"speaking of the devil," you say, and raise a finger to the four bodies striding through the restaurant. The first is Jake, followed by Josh, then Sam and Danny. Ana's head whips over in their direction and you both stand up with large smiles plastered across your faces.

"Hey! Who are these beautiful ladies?!" Josh smiles and grabs your and Ana's wrists, pulling you over to the others. Sam and Danny instantly pull you two in for a hug, and you all exchange compliments before sitting down. Jake appears behind you, his hand on your lower back as he holds his other hand out in the direction of the booth "After you, love." his sends a shiver down your spine and your cheeks become at least two shades darker. "Why thank you, Jacob," you grin and find your spot in the booth.

"You two seem comfy," Sam says with a stupid little smirk. "Don't they?! Hey, you guys should ask what they were up to in the bathroom last night," Ana giggles, already stirring the pot. You send her a look that could kill, but she just shrugs, mouthing 'sorry' with a smile.

"It's about damn time," Daniel joins in, and at this point, it's becoming a competition on who can get the dirtiest looks from you. "We weren't doing anything! I drank a little too much and he couldn't just let me throw up all by myself," You whine, facing Jake and giving him that 'back me up here' look. He chuckles, his hand finding your thigh and he tries to explain further, but you both know they can see right through you.

Everyone looks so incredible. Danny seemed to have figured out his curl pattern which does absolute wonders and he's incredibly confident, Sam has fully grown up, and Josh is truly his authentic self. But despite all the changes, you're so happy to know that they're still the boys you knew growing up.

Sam starts talking to you and Ana about touring and much as you'd love to pay attention, you stop listening when Jake's hand creeps up underneath the skirt of your dress. Your body temperature rises and his thumb starts caressing the supple, warm skin of your thigh.

Just then, Jake leans into your ear, his hot breath against the side of your face sending shivers up your spine. "I hope you weren't planning on coming home tonight," he whispers, his hand moving higher and his grip tightening. Your eyes slightly widen and your breath picks up, a smile finding its way to your lips as you look back at him "I wasn't."

Jake's hand never leaves its spot on your thigh, staying there for the entirety of dinner. He never dared move it higher or lower since then, but every now and then he'd draw circles into your skin. It's incredibly hard to focus on anything and you try your best to keep your composure, but Jake was doing this on purpose and he was enjoying it.

The bill is paid and everyone stands from the table, at this point, you're running out of patience. All you want is to be alone with Jake. All you want is to feel his face under your fingertips and kiss his soft pink lips again. As much as you love the others, you couldn't wait to get out of here.

Everyone walks out of the building, stopping right before the parking lot and talking for a little while longer. You all exchange numbers before hugging and saying goodbyes, swearing to see each other again soon.

As the others get in their cars and start driving off, you grab Ana and pull her to the side. "Ana you can not tell anyone... but I think I'm gonna go with Jake," you say in a hushed voice, and watch as her face lights up. "Oh my god! Okay uhh... Have fun and I'll see you tomorrow?" She says excitedly, holding her arms out for a hug. You giddily accept the hug with a large grin "Yeah, tomorrow. Love you!"

"Love you too!" Ana says before running off to her car. You instantly turn to Jake, who has a large smile on his face "Ready?"

"More than ever," you grin and take his lips in a quick kiss. His hands find your waist and he kisses you some more before forcing himself away from you and leading you to his car. God knows how long you two would've stood there for if Jake hadn't pulled away.

"You miss me?" Jake smirks as he opens your door, rounding the car and getting in the driver's seat. "Are you kidding? I dreamt of you. What the fuck have you done to me, Jacob? It's only been one night," You giggle, throwing your head back against the seat. You don't know how you ever survived without him, and you know damn well you'll never be able to stay away from him after tonight.

"I missed you too," he smirks, his hand returning to your thigh and squeezing it. As his hand kneads the meat of your thigh, your mind starts to wander, and you take notice of the arousal soaking through your panties. You shift uncomfortably, but it doesn't help, and Jake certainly notices this because you can hear him snicker after you let out a huff of annoyance. "Almost there," he says, the rasp in his voice driving you crazy.

You shoot up once you realize he's pulling into the driveway. A nice house and a nice car, would you expect any less from him? He puts the car in park and doesn't wait a second to hop out and open your door. On the outside, he looks nonchalant and composed, but you can tell he's just as restless as you are.

He takes your hand in his and grabs your waist with the other, helping you down from the seat and not letting go as he walks you up to his house. The interior is the best part. Perfectly cozy and perfectly Jake. "Wine?" He asks "It's the good stuff." You nod and hum, a glass of wine sounds incredible right now.

You settle down on the couch as he rushes off to the kitchen. He's back in the living room within less than a couple of minutes, two glasses of red wine carefully held in one hand and the bottle in his other. He hands you your glass and sets his - along with the bottle - down on the coffee table before walking over to a record player, skimming through the countless records until he finds one that makes him say 'ahh' and when the sound flows from the speakers, you know why.

"Oh my god," you laugh, nearly choking on your wine. It's the album you asked to listen to every time you were over. It was yours and Jake's album. He chuckles, walking back over to you and grabbing his glass "You know. I played this record almost every night when you left. Everyone was so sick of it."

"I can't believe you still have it," you smile, fully turning your body to face him. You remember the last time the two of you ever listened to it together. It was the morning you left. You had everything packed so your parents let you go over to the Kiszka's for your last night in Michigan. That morning the two of you listened to it over and over again as you sobbed.

"you don't know the lengths I went to to protect that fucking thing," Jake chuckles, and you both laugh. Then, you watch as his plush lips close around the wine glass, just as you did last night. His lips are addicting. The way they move when he talks, how soft they are, the perfect pink tint.

The room goes quiet except for the music, and you can't hold it back any longer. "Jake," you practically whisper, feeling your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. "Hm?" He hums, throwing back his glass. "Was I ever.. more than just your best friend to you?" You shy from him, embarrassed at the question.

He pauses for a moment, a fond smile pulling on the corners of his mouth. "Y/N, you were never just my best friend to me," he admits, his pretty brown eyes staring deeply into yours. After a moment of the two of you just staring at each other, you finally manage to mutter out a quiet "what?"

He chuckles slightly "It's always been you. I mean, I don't think I realized it back then but... I was so in love with you." Your eyes blow wide, he's rendered you completely speechless. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and the pace of your heart speeds up so fast you're afraid it might stop.

"Are- are you serious?" You mutter with a shaky voice. Jake just nods, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink, "I think that's why none of my relationships ever lasted. Every girl I've ever dated.. they just weren't you. Nobody ever came close to you."

Once again, silence falls over the room and you pour some more wine into your glass. You can hear your heartbeat in your ear, the thumping growing louder and louder with each word he utters.

"When I did have girlfriends I tried and tried to get you out of my head but you never left. But we were young and dumb and I couldn't figure out my feelings, y'know?" His words drove the breath from your lungs. You feel his eyes burning into you, but you can't look up. Your head is down and tears threaten to drip past your waterline and down your hot cheeks. All those emotions from all those years ago suddenly rush over you and it's painfully overwhelming.

"Y/N?" He says softly in a concerned tone, reaching out to cup your cheek. You squeeze your eyes closed, forcing the tears to drip down your hot cheeks. You shake your head, still looking down at your lap, "I- I'm fine it's just..." You find yourself unable to finish your sentence.

He practically forces you to look back up at him, his hand guiding you to face him. "Jake..." You whisper, so quiet you wonder if he even heard "I used every wish on you."

His face flashes with a surprised yet intrigued look for a fleeting second before it is replaced with furrowed brows and a nod. "Every birthday, every 11:11, every shooting star. I only wished you be yours," your eyes study his face as a soft smile forms on his lips, trying to figure out his reaction and suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed.

"I'm here now, Y/N," Jake says softly, wiping away a tear from your burning cheeks. You sniff and take a sip of your wine, tapping the glass with your fingers anxiously. Suddenly, Jake leans in and takes your lips in a soft, tender kiss.

Almost instantly, you melt into his lips, the hand not holding your glass coming up to the back of his neck. Your heart flutters in your chest at the feeling of his lips, and you can't stop the soft moan that escapes your throat. It doesn't take long for the kisses to get needy and lustful, Jake's hand moving from your face down to your thighs and his fingers creeping up under your dress.

His hands slowly move further up the skirt of your dress, leaving a trail of heat where his hands were. He gently pushes you backward with his body, mirroring the way his hands slowly move. As you're blindly falling back, you suddenly feel something cold in your stomach. You brush it off at first until it starts to spread.

You break the kiss, your eyes widening when you realize the wine glass is still in your hand, but the contents are all over your white dress "shit!" You frantically place the glass on the coffee table and scurry off the couch, not wanting to stain it.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," you start to panic, apologies spewing from your mouth as you look down at your stained dress. "Hey hey hey, woah. It's not your fault, it's fine," Jake reassures you before rushing off to get a cloth.

Luckily, you got up before the wine hit his couch. Jake comes back into the room and makes a pointless attempt at trying to dry your dress with the cloth. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. God, I'm so sorry, Y/N," he puts his palm on his forehead in defeat.

"It- it's fine I didn't even like this dress that much," you giggle, looking down at the damage from the wine. Truthfully, you did like it, but you could always get a new one. "Are you sure?" Jake asks, his tone laced with genuine concern "I- I can buy you a new one."

You giggle, enjoying how cute he is like this. You put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them with your thumbs "It's fine, Jake, really." He grins at you, his hands coming up to your waist as he takes a step forward, your bodies now touching. Your hands move to his hair and your own smile widens before he kisses you once again.

You lean into it and hum against his lips, feeling him smile against the kiss. You're enjoying it at first, but the longer you stay there in an alcohol-soaked dress, the more uncomfortable you start to get. Eventually, you have to force yourself to pull back. "I need to get out of this.." you giggle, grabbing the skirt of it as you look down.

He lets out a low chuckle as he follows your eyes down to it, taking in the way the alcohol made the dress cling to your body, showcasing the curvature of your waist. Your eyes flick up to his at the exact same time his flick up to yours, and the two of you stand there for a moment.

Jake takes the hem of it in his hands, bunching it up. "May I?" He asks, his voice low and raspy, sending a paralyzing shiver down your spine. A smirk pulls on the corner of your mouth and you slowly lift your arms, silently giving your consent.

You have to bite back the whine that threatens to escape your lips at the feeling of his hands dragging up your body as he pulls your dress up. You let out a soft sigh once he passes your panties, watching as his eyes move up along with your now-red dress.

He slows down to a stop before he gets to your breasts, coming down to kiss your neck. You let out a breath at the contact and feel your hard nipples against the cold, wet fabric. "Jake, please.." you whisper, desperate to get it off of you.

Jake hums against your neck, followed by a low chuckle at the sound of your plea. His kisses travel down your neck and to your collarbones as his hands start to knead your breasts through the fabric, his touch burning on your skin. You tug gently on his hair, letting out a whiny breath.

He continues to tease you for just a little longer, pressing his body gently against yours so that you can feel his hard cock through his pants. You moan softly at the feeling and pull harder at his hair, throwing your head back. He peppers a few more kisses to the base of your neck and collarbones before pulling back and continuing to rid you of the wet fabric.

He groans softly, seeing you so exposed and vulnerable like this feels so wrong yet so incredibly right. He pulls your dress over your head and drops the fabric to the ground, his hands instantly returning to cup and knead your breasts. "So," kiss "fucking," kiss "beautiful," kiss.

Unfortunately, you're unable to stop the desperate, needy moan that flies past your lips once he starts to roll your nipple between his fingers.

"Jake..." you softly moan, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to suck the skin around your breasts into his mouth. "Jake, please.." you whine, though you're not sure what you're pleading for, trying desperately to hold back whimpers and moans out of embarrassment.

"hmm?" Jake hums against your chest, his lips dragging across your burning skin. It feels like he's leaving a trail of fire behind with his lips and you're loving every second of it. Jake's lips are like a drug, the feeling of them on your body giving you a high that you may be chasing for the rest of your life.

"I need you," you whisper defeatedly as you hold onto his hair for dear life. As if you'd float away if you let go. He hums again against you before he comes up and kisses you again. This time with more fervor. More need. More hunger.

His hands start to wander down your body and he breaks the kiss, shivers running up your spine at the feel of his warm breath against your neck when he peppers kisses to the area. He finds that soft spot behind your ear and sucks the flesh into his mouth, marking you, making you his after not being able to have you for so long.

You draw in a loud gasp at the action and feel yourself getting weak in the knees. His hands wrap around your waist gently and he pulls you impossibly close to him. You whimper as you feel him against your thigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Without breaking contact with your neck, his hands find the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you as he did last night.

You let out a quiet giggle and grasp harder onto him once he starts to blindly carry you off to his room. He moves so that he's supporting your ass with one arm and opens the door, his lips never breaking away from your hot skin as he reaches behind him and closes it.

Jake lays you down softly on the bed, his lips exploring the surface of your neck and chest. Letting out a whiny breath, you dig your fingers into his hair, his lips moving further down your body with each kiss.

His lips leave a trail of sparks wherever they go, dragging down your torso until he eventually reaches your navel. You support yourself on your elbows to look at him, it's a view that makes you take your bottom lip between your teeth and you feel your arousal pool up at your core.

A shiver creeps its way up your spine at the feel of his calloused hands on your skin, dragging slowly along every inch of your torso down to where your thighs meet your hips. Your shaky hands gently stroke his soft brown hair, your brows furrowing upwards as he gets closer and closer to where you so desperately need him.

His kisses continue to move downwards until they stop just above the hem of your panties and he smiles up at you. You can't help but giggle softly, the soft flush of your cheeks deepening in color. "Jake..." You muse as his fingers start to dance along the soft white lace of your panties.

"God, you're perfect," he coos between kisses, slowly starting to pull the fabric down your soft skin. "My pretty girl, you wore these for me?" He asks softly, his warm breath fanning over your hot flesh and goosebumps cover your body. His hands move down to ghost over your core, placing a featherlight touch to your heat through your panties.

You let out a shaky sigh and nod, your cheeks somehow turning even more red and your grip on his tightening. Jake hums and puts more pressure on your aching heat, drawing a hot line of wet kisses along the hem of your panties and then down to your clit.

You suck in a loud gasp once you feel his tongue press against you, lapping at your clit through the lace of your panties "Oh.." He doesn't break eye contact, continuing his sweet torture to your aching core. "Jake... Please.." you whine, gently tugging on his hair as you buck your hips against his mouth.

Jake chuckles softly against you and his kisses start to move back upwards, sucking the flesh of your hip into his mouth as his hands slowly pull your panties down. He slides the lace down your legs at a painfully slow pace, drawing a line of kisses down your thigh. You feel the pounding at your center grow worse and worse the further down he moves, your arousal starting to drip past your entrance.

Eventually, he slides your panties off your feet and drops them to the floor beside his bed, instantly returning to his spot at your core. You watch his eyes darken at the sight of your glistening heat, his fingers coming up to drag themselves through your folds. "So pretty," he practically whispers, his voice as sweet as honey and he places a soft peck on your clit "So wet for me."

"Only you, Jake," you giggle, cupping his hot cheek. The fond, content look on your face is quickly replaced with what can only be described as euphoria once he slowly slides two fingers inside of you without warning. "Jake.." you whimper as his tongue slowly slides through your folds, matching the almost uncomfortably slow way his fingers slid into you just moments before.

Jake's fingers start to slowly pump in and out of your entrance and his lips latch around your clit, causing you to throw your head back with a moan that almost sounds like his name. You practically hiss as his fingers curl up into you, hitting a sweet spot "Oh fuck-"

His tongue prods at your clit, rolling over the sensitive bud and making you cry out his name. His free hand reaches up to cup your breasts, kneading the supple flesh behind his rough hands as he continues his attack on your cunt. You can almost feel his smile against your core as he revels in the sounds of your moans and the feeling of you squirming and writhing against him.

"don't stop, baby, please," you blurt with a choked whimper, your hips trembling and bucking against him and you feel yourself already getting close to the edge. He chuckles against your clit, the vibration of it sending shock waves throughout your body, and his fingers speed up. You mewl as his fingers move quicker in and out of you, curling up as they go deeper and hitting a soft spot every. time.

The sensation of his tongue flicking over your clit, his fingers pumping inside you, and his hand toying with your breast drives you absolutely mad. Your back arches off the bed, crying out his name and incoherent profanities as you feel a pressure rising in your stomach. "Jake I'm gonna- oh God," you moan, the words and the way you said them were almost pornographic, and he ate it all up, loving the way he could make you feel like this so easily.

His lips break away from your clit, but his fingers don't slow down as he looks up at you with a look of pure sweetness and love. "Cum for me, sweetheart," he coos, his tongue almost instantly returning to your swollen clit. With a few more curls of his fingers and swirls of his tongue around your clit, that band of pleasure snaps.

His fingers slow down and his soft words coax you through your orgasm, but your senses are far too blinded by the sublime pleasure of your high that you can't hear him. You can't hear or feel anything, really. Anything other than overwhelming euphoria.

"there you go, baby," Jake purrs, placing pecks to your clit as he slowly pulls his fingers from you. You huff a giggle and collapse onto the bed, your chest heaving and your thighs trembling. "Fuck.. where'd you learn to do that?" You huff a breathless laugh, trying to catch your breath. "Guitar fingers," he snickers.

You giggle as Jake slowly climbs over you, holding his fingers to your lips. You don't have to fight it or question it, simply parting your lips and sucking his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact.

Jake comes down to kiss you, tasting you on your tongue as you grant him access. You hum into his mouth, that pounding at your core returning when you feel his hard cock against your thigh. "Jake.." you whisper between kisses. "Need to..." Your hand moves from his hair to the waistband of his trousers "Need to feel you..."

He lets out a low chuckle, his lips traveling down to your neck. His hands meet yours at his waistband, unbuckling his belt and practically throwing it across the room. He props himself up with one hand and the other comes down to caress the soft skin of your hip, letting your frantic hands fumble the button and zipper of his pants for a moment before they finally get them undone.

You push both his pants and his boxers down just enough to free his cock from the jail cell that was the fabric. You almost instantly take him in your hand, letting out an almost inaudible "oh" as you feel his thickness and length in your hand.

Jake lets out a low groan and his hand moves from your hip to your cunt, putting soft pressure on your clit. You gasp and move his cock to line up with your slick entrance, your free arm coming up to sling itself around your shoulder. "Jake..." You whine, looking up at him with the best 'fuck me' eyes you can muster up and moving your hand from his cock to frantically unbutton his shirt, making quick work of ridding him of the fabric.

He smirks, and you can't bite back the moan that escapes your throat as his tip prods at your entrance. He takes your lips in a hot kiss before slowly sinking into you, stretching you out and filling you up so perfectly, he feels as if he was made just for you. Only you.

"Fuck," Jake groans, bottoming out inside you. His hand grasps your thigh and his other presses harder against your clit, sending a shock throughout your entire body. He stays like that for a moment before pulling almost fully out of you, coming back down to hit a soft spot deep inside of you. "Oh my god," you moan, grabbing the sheet harder and tightening your hold around his shoulders.

His hand at your thigh moves to prop himself up before coming down to rest his forehead on yours, setting a sweet, intoxicating pace as his fingers start to rub slow circles onto your clit. Jake groans your name as his hips start to roll into you, your eyes rolling back into your head and pornographic moans rip through your chest at the feeling.

His hips start to speed up slightly, staring into your eyes as he rubs quicker, tighter circles to your clit and sends waves of pleasure through your body. "Oh god- Jake," you cry, digging your fingers into his back as he hits a new sweet spot with every single thrust.

"yeah, that's it, baby. Just feel it," he purrs, taking your lips in a kiss. You're being completely and utterly consumed by him, he's drinking up every bit of your being. Your words, your breaths, your moans. They all belong to Jake.

His name falls from your lips over and over with breathless moans, feeling every inch of him fuck you so sweetly yet so sinfully. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, so good. Fuck. Just take it, baby," Jake coos, and you feel his hips falter. You know he's close, and you're definitely not lasting any longer than him.

"oh fuck, Jake!" You mewl as his fingers press harder against your aching, sensitive clit and his hips roll so sweetly into each and every soft spot buried deep within you. Your walls quiver around him and your vision starts to give out, your moans growing louder and louder until you're all but shouting his name over and over like some kind of dirty prayer.

His cock twitches inside you and he's struggling more and more to contain his whimpers and groans. "You gonna cum with me, love?" He rasps, fucking deeper into you as his fingers speed up against your swollen bundle of nerves.

You nod frantically, feeling your orgasm creep up on you as you clench and quiver around him "Oh fuck- please..." His face comes down to bury into your neck sucking the hot, sweaty skin into his mouth and groaning against the skin. Your entire body is trembling, bucking your hips against him and fucking yourself onto him.

"Give it to me, baby. That's it, fuck. Oh god- cum with me," he rasps, his thrusts becoming more and more sporadic and faltered until he paints your insides with one final movement. The feeling of his hot release inside of you is the tipping point, crying out as your orgasm washes over you like the wild waves of an ocean crashing against the shore.

Neither his thrusts nor his fingers stop or slow down, overwhelming every one of your senses and sending shocks of electricity throughout each and every limb. "Oh fuck- Jake!" You moan, your fingers digging so hard into his back you're sure that you broke the skin. "Fuck- I can't... Can't stop," Jake groans, his words causing your eyes to roll all the way back into your head "God- you feel so fucking good."

Tears prick your eyes and your entire body trembles and shutters at the overstimulation, your entire body on fire. It's almost painful, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you practically scream strings of inaudible profanities and cries.

But it doesn't take long for the overstimulation to subside, replacing itself with overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck Jake I'm gonna-" you sob, grinding against his hand and fucking harder onto him. "Just feel it, sweet girl. Let go, baby," he rasps, his sweet movements driving you right to the edge for the third time. No man has ever made you feel this way, it's addictive.

Once again, your pleasure robs you of all your senses and feelings, white-hot fire spreading throughout your entire body like a forest in the summer. Jake's own orgasm rips through him just moments after you, the sinful feeling of his hot release spurting into you yet again driving you absolutely, devastatingly insane.

"oh my god," you whimper breathlessly, your entire body shaking. "So good," he whispers, his thrusts slowing to a stop "So.. fucking.. good." You start to giggle, your breaths coming in gasps as you try to reclaim the air stolen from your lungs "I didn't even know I could..."

He chuckles before moving your damp hair away from your face, a cocky smile playing on his gorgeous features "Yeah, well.. you've never had the pleasure of a night with Jake Kiszka before." You giggle, taking his lips in a tender kiss, "Yeah and who's fault is that?"

He snickers "you got me."

You suck in a hiss as he pulls out, and your arms move to wrap around his body, pulling him down onto the bed beside you. "I love you," you whisper against the hot, sweaty flesh of his neck.

"I love you, Y/N," Jake whispers, wrapping his arms around your body.

[ninas-tearsofrain]

i am sorry for the woman i am today and im sorry for the woman i will become when mirador officially releases their songs

[builtbykittie]

Dirty secrets

S.f.k x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know you and Sam... aren't the greatest friends," he pauses "but he's at the store getting food. He'll be back sometime soon."

You stop in your tracks, all color draining from your face. "What?" is all you can get out.

After a moment, you finally collect your words. "Danny I thought it was gonna be just us?" You try your best to seem calm and act mature, but the red tint covering your entire body tells otherwise.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. If I had told you any sooner you wouldn't have come," Danny says, further fueling the fire that is your temper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I do, actually," Sam says as a matter of fact. You try your best not to just get up and walk out. Or scoff at him. Or let your emotions get the best of you.

Danny just looks at you, silently asking if it's okay to rewind. "I don't care. It's only ten minutes," you say rather bitterly, deciding to avoid as much conflict as possible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, Danny can I stay here tonight? It's pretty late and I don't wanna drive home half asleep," you yawn, sitting up and stretching.

"Yeah, I just gotta be somewhere in the morning so," he sits up slightly "you done with the movie?"

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

"Oh, no. There's that guest room by Sam's. If you go down that hall it's the one right across from his. Got its own bathroom, remember?" he yawns, turning the television off, followed by the lamps surrounding you. "Okay I'm going to bed," he mumbles, placing a hand on your head and ruffling up your hair.

"Goodnight, Danny," you place a quick friendly peck on his cheek and pad to the kitchen. You're practically dying of thirst, grabbing a glass from his cupboard and filling it with cold water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He angrily stares at you for a moment, his arms crossed over his chest. "Sam I- I'm sorry I didn't kn-" you start to stammer, but he cuts you off.

"Don't fucking tell anyone, Y/N," he takes a step closer to you. You frantically nod your head, finding yourself motionless against the island as Sam slowly moves closer and closer to you. "Say it. Tell me you won't tell anyone," Sam's voice slightly raises, but still quiet enough to not wake Daniel.

"I- I won't tell anyone, I promise," you practically whine, cowering away from him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stardustsecret]

i constantly think ab how josh is the gold jewelry twin and jake is the silver jewelry twin

they’re never beating the sun & moon allegations

[builtbykittie]

The right side of my neck

J.t.k x f!reader

See part two here

Summary: when you attend a New Year's Eve party, the last thing you'd expect is to run into your old best friend, let alone fall in love with him all over again.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, mentions of underage alcohol consumption, very very SLIGHT angst, fluff?, kissing, longggg make out sesh, veryyy touchy, no smut (yet..)

A/N: are y'all tired of the Jake fics yet? Anyways, go listen to the right side of my neck by Faye Webster then come back because it's basically the entire theme of the fic. Also can I just say I love doing song inspired fics??? Enjoy!!🫶

You stare at yourself in the mirror, your head tilted to the side as you try to come to a conclusion. The dress your roommate picked out for you is very pretty, but skimpy. It's incredibly short and if you're not careful enough you could flash everyone at the party, whether it's your boobs or your ass.

"Y/N, you ready?" Your roommate shouts from the living room, and you realize just how long you've been staring at the dress. "Yeah, I just.." you walk out of your room, dropping your hands by your sides in defeat. "I don't know."

"Oh come on, girl. You look hot!" She walks over to you, brushing your hair away from your eyes. "I'm going to flash someone, Ana, seriously," you take a step back, silently telling her to take another look at the dress. She quirks a brow and looks you up and down, a smile playing on her lips "at least you'll look good doing it."

"So are you wearing it or not?" She crosses her arms, growing impatient. "Fine," you mutter, slinging your purse over your shoulder. Ana's eyes light up, a big grin growing on her face "Yay! Maybe you'll catch someone's eye..."

Ana was the first to take you in after moving to Nashville. You originally knew her from when you lived in Michigan as kids, she moved to Nashville a few years before you did and you got in contact with her as soon as you found out you were also moving.

"If I embarrass myself in front of an entire party I'm blaming it on you," you smile, slipping in the passenger seat as Ana starts the car. Ana got invited to a New Year's Eve party hosted by some musician she'd somehow become friends with and could bring one other person, she chose you.

"Are the people gonna be all... Pretentious?" you giggle, resting your face on your palm. "Well.. it isn't just musicians. I mean I got invited," Ana smiles, pulling out of the driveway.

It wasn't very long until Ana was pulling into the driveway of a large house, cars lined up along the street. Ana introduced you to her friend and people she knew, staying by your side for the majority of being there. She wasn't wrong, there were plenty of 'normal' people, but there was also plenty of artists.

Living in Nashville, you see countless musicians, but you never really talked to any of them until tonight. "See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad," Ana grins, pushing your hair from your face and throwing back her drink.

"Oh my god," you grab Ana's arms, a smile pulling on your red cheeks. "What!?" She practically yells back, her eyes wide. "I love this song!" You shout, grabbing her hands and moving them to the song playing. You watch her face relax, a large grin growing on her face as she starts to dance with you "Jesus girl you scared me."

Just then, you catch a glimpse of something that nearly takes your breath away. Something you never thought you'd see again.

"Holy shit," you mutter just above a whisper, taking a complete step back. "Ana, holy shit," you look to your roommate, your lips parted and your eyes comically wide. "What, Y/N?" She looks around, confused at your shock until she also sees it.

"Y/N is that.." Ana gasps, her palm over her mouth. You both try not to stare, try to pry your eyes from him, but neither of you can help it.

Just as you go to say something, his head turns in your direction and you watch a look of pure shock wash over his face. Jacob fucking Kiszka.

You take Ana's wrist, practically running away from him and pulling her with you. Jake was your best friend growing up, you guys did absolutely everything together. You were always by each other's sides and when you weren't, you made it your job to let everyone around you know. You were smitten with him, it was a bond nobody could ever break, that was until you had to move away after graduation.

When you moved, you completely lost all contact. It killed you. The first year was the worst, you grieved him as if something horrible had happened. As if he'd passed. Sometimes you still find yourself wondering what it'd be like if you never left Michigan, or maybe if in another universe you stayed friends, even after all these years.

You knew you should be happy to see him, but all those emotions from that year just came rushing back to you. You weren't ready to talk to him, not yet. "Y/N, oh my fucking god!" Ana shouts, her mouth wide open. You stop in a darker area, desperately hoping people won't notice you as tears form in your eyes and you start to practically hyperventilate.

"Oh, Y/N," Ana runs her hand through your hair, pulling you into a hug. You're more than grateful that she understands, if you were with anyone else they would've interrogated you about everything. The sweet scent of her perfume calms you down slightly, giving you enough courage to pull away and collect yourself.

Your mind had been running a thousand miles, so many emotions running through your head at once. "Not to overwhelm you but... Do you think you're gonna talk to him?" Ana questions, walking over to the sofa with you and sitting down.

"I... I don't know," you drop your head "I feel like I kinda have to, you know? I spent so much of my life with him." Ana nods, tucking your hair behind your ear as you talk. "Hm. I think you should. I mean, no offense but I feel like it'd be.. I don't know.. bitchy to not say anything. I just don't want you to be sad again," she smiles sweetly, looking up and finding none other than Jake's twin brother.

"Y/N," she whispers, bumping you with her elbow "Josh is here too." Of course, as if you weren't distraught enough by Jake, Josh is here too. He knew exactly how you felt about Jake, you trusted him with your life. There were countless nights you'd stay up telling him your deepest secrets, including how in love you were with Jake.

"Y/N?" You hear your name get called from across the room by a voice nobody could ever mistake. You and Ana look at each other with wide eyes for a moment, having a silent conversation before you toughen up and face him. "Oh my god. Y/N!" Josh practically runs over to you, taking you into probably the tightest and longest hug you've ever experienced the second you stand up.

"It's really you, huh?" Josh pulls back slightly, his hands still on your back as he marvels at your all grown-up look. "Mhm," you smile "this is crazy. I really never thought I'd see you again." The look on Josh's face is pure serenity, so excited to see you. You wish you felt the same.

"You look amazing!" Josh nearly shouts, exaggerating every word with his hands. "Are you kidding? You look incredible," you grin, placing your hands on your hips and watching him shy away, a genuine giggle slipping past your lips at the sight.

Josh moves on to Ana and you stand there silently, conflicting emotions coursing through your head as they catch up. "What are you doing in Nashville?" Josh quirks an eyebrow, his eyes so bright and genuine. "I live here now. Well, we live here," you gesture to Ana. "Yeah. She sleeps on my couch," Ana jests, crashing her hip into yours.

"Are you serious!?" Josh exclaims "we live here!" Your eyes open comically wide and your cheeks turn burning red "you're joking." A loud chuckle erupts from Josh's mouth "I'm not."

"That's so- I mean- when did you move? Why?" You stammer, frantically looking back and fourth between Josh and Ana. "We just needed a place to settle down, you know? I mean we'd just been basically living out of suitcases," Josh smiles, but quickly picks up on the blank look playing across your features. Suitcases? Settle down? Now you're really confused.

"Oh my god- you don't know, do you?" Josh's face lights up, a certain glimmer in his eyes becoming evident. You simply shake your head with a tight-lipped smile, your eyebrows tipped slightly up in confusion. "Remember that little band we had?" You can tell Josh is proud of what he's about to say.

Josh's grin somehow grows even larger as he watches you connect the dots. "Shut up," you nearly whisper "are you serious?" Josh simply just wears a proud grin as he nods. You're overwhelmed with excitement, however it seems to turn into something else. Shame maybe?

Your cheeks flush pink and suddenly you're filled with guilt. You didn't even care to find out about what they've been doing. You could've easily searched his name and instead you chose to be ignorant.

"Oh my god I can't believe I didn't know! I mean, we spent so many years together and I didn't have a clue what you guys are up to now. I'm so sorry, Josh." He gives you a weak smile and shakes his head "no, it's okay. I understand. Don't worry, Y/N." His reassurance should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn't. You muster up a tight-lipped smile but fail to hide the hint of shame behind it.

The next few moments are quiet, and you tell he's hesitant about what he's about to say next.

"Have you talked to Jake?"

For a split second you can almost feel your heart stop. No. No, I didn't talk to him because I ran. I was too afraid to even look him in the eye, you think to yourself. But what could you possibly be afraid of? Shouldn't you be overcome with joy? Completely and utterly sublime?

"Uh... No, I haven't," you drop your head "but I did see him." Josh's brows furrow in confusion, but he seems to understand. "I don't know what happened. I just- I saw him and-" you start to stammer, but fortunately, Josh just cuts you off. "Hey, it's okay," josh giggles, smoothing his hand over your arm.

You let the gentle feeling of his hand calm you down, an upside-down smile making it's way to your lips. "But, I think you should go talk to him. Alone," Josh's tone gets slightly more serious. You know he's right.

You stand there for a moment, collecting the thoughts that have been bouncing around every inch of your skull. "Okay," you all but whisper as you smooth out your dress. "How do I look?"

You let Josh and Ana shower you with praise for a little, letting them boost your confidence. You definitely need it. "You guys better stay right here," you nervously smile "in case I can't find him."

The two wish you good luck and send you on your way. You feel giddy as you make your way through the party, zigzagging through bodies, heaven only knows how badly you want to stop. How badly you want to run back to josh and Ana. You feel your palms and the soles of your feet start to sweat, but you can't turn back. Not again.

Just as you're about to give up, you spot him. Some girl is practically hanging on him, and suddenly you're not so sure about going up to him. Why should you care if a girl's with him? It's not like you ever dated, and after all the years you think you'd be over him by now.

Suck it up. You stand up straight, fixing your dress and hair, watching as the girl places her hand on his chest, running it down his torso. She's gotta be his girlfriend... But he doesn't look too infatuated with her. God, why does it matter? What difference does it make?

You take a step, your legs carrying yourself towards him before you can even get your thoughts sorted. You take another step, then another, then stop. You're closer now, but there's still plenty of space. Maybe you're not as ready as you thought you were.

You can't stop watching the girl. You're about to just ignore it and toughen up when he looks in your exact direction. This time you don't immediately run away, you stand there, holding eye contact for a couple seconds before you almost run to the bathroom.

In the corner of your eye, you're almost positive you see him shrug off the girl and start to practically run after you.

You speed up to the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you, as if a killer was chasing after you. As you observe yourself in the mirror, there's a gentle knock on the door, followed by your name. It's Jake.

You clamp your eyes shut, wishing that, for a moment, you could cancel out the world around you. Sucking in a deep breath, you reach for the doorknob, your shaky hands slowly opening the door. "Hey," Jake's voice is soft and raspy, sending a chill down your spine.

You hesitate, your eyes raking over his entire body "Hi, Rockstar." A shy smile finds it's way to his lips, and you can't help the grin pulling on yours. As you step out of the room, he holds out his arms.

You practically throw yourself into him, you never really realized just how badly you'd craved his warmth until right now. "I missed you," you mumble into his chest.

"Oh Y/N, you have no idea," Jake chuckles, rubbing your back. Tears prick your eyes as all those memories come rushing back to you, but you hold them back as best as you can. Finally breaking the embrace, the two of you silently just look at each other. Your eyes rake his body, though he's still relatively young, he's aged well from the last time you've seen him. You can't deny, he looks amazing.

"I think Josh and Sam might've thought of kicking me out if I mentioned you one more time that first year," Jake chuckles, "but we all missed you." Oh come on, Jake, you think to yourself, because your eyes become glossy with tears yet again.

"I was actually the opposite," you confess, your cheeks suddenly burning up. "I couldn't bring you up without crying," you giggle "but I swore I smelled that cologne you used to wear every single day for months." A soft grin plays on his lips "I've upgraded since then."

"Congratulations, y'know, on your band," you smile and playfully push him. "Thanks. You surprised we made it?" He jokes, but you can tell there's slight sincerity behind it. "Not even," you roll your eyes with a grin, starting to walk towards the kitchen, silently telling him to follow.

"Oh yeah?" He smirks, hastily following you through the bodies of people. "Yeah, I mean, It's always been your dream. I can't imagine you being anything other than a rockstar. I mean, you guys had room for improvement, of course," you giggle, your eyes set on shot glasses on a table in front of you.

A chuckle bubbles up from his chest "yeah. Hey, have you heard us?" You reach the table, silently pouring yourself and Jake shots "uh... no. If I'm honest, I didn't even know you guys.. you know... Still made music."

Jake's eyes widen slightly "Really? Not even on the radio?" You shake your head, suddenly feeling extremely guilty. You can tell he's just a little hurt, not mad, just upset that you never even cared. Who can blame him?

"Who knows, maybe I have heard it," you hold out his shot with a slightly guilty smile, jake accepting it with a grin. The two of you throw back the shots on the count of three, flashbacks of your graduation party resurface in your mind. It was one of those nights when you just wished nothing could ever change, but of course, everything did. If only you knew then what would happen.

"So," jake smirks, that cocky little expression you recognize from your teens. You hum and step closer, returning his energy. "Wanna talk about that night?" Your eyes blow wide, your cheeks flushing an embarrassing shade of red. That night. One of the last times you'd seen him. It was a going away party. You were practically on top of him, and he had to turn you down because of how drunk you were.

"Oh my god. Seriously, Jake? That was years ago," you whine out of embarrassment, remembering just how desperate you were. "I remember it like it was yesterday," he grins, poking your side. He puts on a high pitched voice, mocking you "Jake please, I want you..."

"Jake!" You whine "how do you even remember that?" He erupts with a cocky laugh "how could I not?" You roll your eyes, your cheeks so red and so hot you feel like you need to dunk your face in ice water. He's still as cocky as you remember.

"So, you talked to josh, huh?" jake smiles "y'know I'm hurt, you ran from me yet you had no problem talking to my twin." He puts his hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. "Well, I didn't really have a choice. He kinda cornered us," you giggle, turning around and pouring yourself something sweet.

"Mhm," he smirks and steps up to your side, leaning against the counter. "You look so.." he doesn't finish his sentence. "What? Gorgeous? Sexy?" You grin, sipping the concoction you'd put together and mirroring his position.

"I was gonna say old," he chuckles, grabbing a champagne glass and the bottle of Dom Perignon off the counter. "Wow," it's your turn to look hurt "I could say the same thing about you." But you couldn't. He definitely looks more mature, yes, but far from old.

"You guys live here now? Like, all of you?" You sip your drink. "Well, only the three of us. And Daniel of course," he grins, and you watch intently how his plush lips close around the edge of the glass he drinks out of. You quickly, and awkwardly avert your gaze once he catches you, a chuckle slipping past those pink lips.

"So," he practically purrs "you got a new years kiss?" Your cheeks flush red and you make a rather disgusted face "god no." Jake tilts his head to the side with a smirk at your question. "Do you? I saw that girl all over you earlier," you poke his chest, that warmth of his on the tip of your finger makes your heart ache for another embrace.

"Oh, no," he smiles bashfully, shaking his head. "She was making me rather uncomfortable, actually," he snickers, fixing his almost completely unbuttoned shirt. This is the first time tonight that you completely took in his outfit. Two beautiful silver necklaces resting against his bare chest, his signature unbuttoned shirt, a black blazer over the top of it and black pants "you grew out of the old flannels?"

"Of course not," he stands straight in protest "I just wanted to be a little more fancy."

Before you knew it, it was almost twelve and you'd completely forgotten about josh and Ana. The two of you were so lost in conversation, or you just trying to stand up against his cockiness, that you lost all track of time. You and Jake had absentmindedly wandered through the house over some time, not taking account of how much alcohol you've had.

You found that Jake still had an effect on you, could still effortlessly make you blush like a little girl. You also found that those feelings you felt all those years ago might've never left.

"Oh shit," you mutter as you notice the time on your phone, mindlessly taking his hand and dragging him with you as you wander through the large house.

"Where are we going?" Jake practically shouts and you hear the giggle in his words as he stumbles along behind you. "To find Josh and Ana! It's like eleven fifty-eight!"

As you're about to give up looking for them, you crash into someone, sending you to the cold wooden floor. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" You fix your hair, your cheeks beet red as you grab your purse. Jake reaches his hand out for you, pulling you to your feet in one quick movement.

As soon as you get up, the countdown starts. Ten! You look at Jake with wide eyes. Nine! You start to giggle. Eight! Jake begins to laugh with you, still holding you close. The countdown seems to be going by too fast. Five!.. Four! You now have three seconds to decide what to do. Three! You look around to the couples getting ready for their kiss.

Jake seems to be just as lost as you, you've both stopped giggling now. Two! You look at Jake, his low, slightly bloodshot eyes stare back at you, a grin pulling on his cheeks. Your hands come up to cup his face and his large hands pull you in by your waist. One! Jake pulls you in even closer and before you can think, your lips find his.

Your hands move to his hair, the tips of your fingers massaging into his scalp as your lips mould with his. You almost feel as if electricity is flowing through every part of you and you never want this moment to end. The warmth of his body and the lingering taste of alcohol on his breath is addicting.

Your nose presses into his face, pressing yourself as close as possible into him and you start to lose your breath, but you cant get enough. When you finally lose your breath completely, you break the contact with your lips, resting your forehead against his. "I have waited... Far too long for this," Jake whispers, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, gently caressing it.

You almost forget you're in public until someone bumps into you two. You break the embrace and you look at each other, silently coming to the realization that neither of you are done. Without hesitation, he grasps your wrist and pulls you through the people who probably saw the two of you kissing. The thought makes you grimace. PDA has never been your thing, even at parties.

Once Jake finally manages to find an open bathroom, he pulls you into the room and gently presses you up against the closed door. You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, drawing circles into his warm flesh with your thumb. You pull his face close to you and once again let your forehead rest against his.

The two of you just stand there for a moment, breathing each other in and gently running your hands along each other's body. "I thought I'd never get to touch you again," Jake whispers, taking your hands in his, and kissing every one of your fingers down to your palms.

The moment he's done, he drops your hands and pulls you into him, running his tongue along your bottom lip. The way he's exploring your body, praising you and being so gentle, could almost make you cry. You know saying goodbye is gonna be impossible.

His lips press against yours again, his large hands cupping the back of your neck. "I just want to.." Jake breathes between kisses "make up for all that time I should've been kissing you." Your heart aches at his words. You don't know how you'll ever be able to stay away from him after tonight.

Jake's calloused fingers wander down your body, running past your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. No matter how close he pulls you it never seems to be enough for either of you.

Like his hands, his kisses begin to wander down. His lips light your body on fire as they drag along your neck. "Jake," you breathe, your fingers entangled in his wavy hair. You feel a smile on his lips and he hums against your neck, a shiver creeping up your spine once he bundles up the fabric of your dress in his fist, leaving your ass slightly exposed.

He doesn't fail to kiss every inch of your neck, sucking the skin behind your ear into his mouth and lapping at the skin. Soft, barely audible breathy moans escape your mouth, each one further encouraging Jake. Slowly and gently, he makes his way back up to your lips, his hands still resting on the small of your back and grasping your dress.

Your hands find his face, your fingers coming up to his lips, feeling the plush pink flesh beneath the digits. You finally have him at the tips of your fingers, literally, and you're not gonna waste it.

He smiles, letting you take full advantage of the moment, knowing that you've both waited years for this exact moment. One of your hands moves his hair away from his face and you cup his cheeks, kissing his forehead down to the very tip of his nose. You draw lines of kisses all across his face, over those cheek bones you've always loved, his jawline, his temples.

Finally, your lips return to his, his tongue brushing over your lip. You part your lips, allowing him access to your mouth. His tongue dances with yours so beautifully, as if you've kissed him like this thousands of times, and god, the taste of him.

He bundles up your dress at your waist, his fingers digging into the flesh of the back of your thighs as he lifts you up, and you can't help but erupt in a fit of giggles, grasping onto him. He carries you to the counter and gently places you down, his rough hands running down your bare thighs sends a shiver up your spine. "Hi," You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into you.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls on it before smashing his lips into yours. You lean into him, your hands cupping the back of head. His hands are still on your thighs, slowly moving further and further upwards with each second. His thumb caresses the smooth surface as his fingers gently squeeze the skin.

A shiver creeps it's way up your spine as you feel Jakes calloused fingers sneak up under where your dress is bunched up at your waist, slowly moving up your tummy. Just as his fingers reach your breasts, someone knocks at the door.

This startles you, and you both flinch back. "Hello? Is Y/N in here?" Calls a voice from behind the door, it's unmistakably Ana's.

"Uh," you clear your throat "yeah!" Jake grabs your waist and helps you down without making much noise. You both look at each other, panicked. "Hey, I don't mean to be boring I gotta go, so.." she shouts over the loud voices and booming music.

"Oh, no it's okay! Don't worry," you try your best to flatten out your dress, noticing the large wrinkles from where he grabbed at and bunched up the fabric. You shakily open the door, your cheeks flushed bright red.

"I checked every bathroom. Well every one I could fin-" she cuts herself off once she notices the man behind you. He lets out a low chuckle, "she drank a little too much, we tried to find you but it would've been too late. Poor girl." You stand awkwardly as Jake makes up a story on the spot and rubs your back, watching Ana's grin grow bigger.

"Ohhh I see," Ana smirks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you through the door. "Sorry, Jake. I wish we could talk more but we really gotta go. Especially if Y/N is sick," she grins, slinging her arm over your shoulder. "We should have lunch soon!" She digs through your purse and grabs your phone, opening your contacts and handing the phone to Jake.

Once he's done typing in his number, she drops your phone back in your purse, saying bye and beginning to walk off. "Ana, why don't you go? I'll catch up," you smile, subtlety giving her a look that she instantly picks up on. "Oh, of course," she smirks, blowing a kiss and walking away.

"So," you flip around, straightening out Jake's jacket "see you soon?" His grin grows wide and his eyes glimmer with something you can't quite place. "See you soon," he chuckles and leans close to your ear "I'm not finished with you."

The words send a shiver down your spine, and your cheeks turn an embarrassing shade of red. He kisses your warm cheek before grabbing your chin and placing a peck to your lips.

"Bye," you nearly whisper, smiling like a little girl. "Don't be afraid to call me," Jake winks, placing a kiss to your forehead and walking off. You can't help but look back at him, the thoughts in your head swarming around like bees.

As you catch up with Ana, you catch yourself smiling, unable to knock the stupid expression off your face. You know you're in deep.

[sacredjake]

pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! cussing, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, smut, praise kink, very slight degradation, spanking, rough sex, overstimulation, hate sex, unprotected sex

welcome to the first of four collabs that @gold-mines-melting and i have planned! we hope yall enjoy this enemies to lovers josh fic that we planned out :)

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“You’re going to Jake’s party tonight, right?” 

“Yes, Jenna, of course I’m going to Jake’s party. We talked about this like last week.” You set your phone down on your bathroom counter and pulled out your makeup bag. 

“I know that, Y/n, but you also said you considered not going just so you wouldn’t have to deal with Josh.” 

She wasn’t wrong. You had said you were debating not going to your mutual friend’s party just because of his twin brother. Jake was one of your closest friends, so of course if he was throwing a shindig you wanted to go, but Josh made it so hard to be around most of the time. 

You and Josh had once been close. In fact, at one point a long time ago, you really liked him and you thought he liked you back. However, that hope was quickly stripped away and the feelings you had towards him grew into loathing when he started treating you horribly. He constantly made rude, snarky comments to you and about you, and made sure to really kick you when you were down. And you had no idea why. 

“I’m not gonna let Josh ruin a great New Year’s Eve party.” You began applying your foundation as you spoke. 

“Good. I gotta start getting ready so I’ll see you later.” 

“For sure.” You agreed and let her hang up so you could blend the foundation out. You quickly finished up your festive makeup, and slipped on your sparkly dress and heels. 

When you arrived at Jake’s house you were pretty positive that you had been the first, if not the only, to arrive. While there was still an open spot in the driveway you pulled into the spot in front of Jake’s garage. You didn’t bother locking your car and headed straight for the front door. Just as you were walking up the path leading to his house you could hear a car loudly making its way down the road. Out of habit you turned towards the noise to see who it could be. 

Of course it had to be Josh. And of course instead of pulling into the open spot next to you he decided to park behind you. Completely blocking you in. Asshole. 

“You couldn’t park in the completely open spot next to me?” You nearly shout mostly to be heard as Josh exits his jeep. 

“You’re the one that parked in my spot, sweetheart.” 

“I’m sorry? Your spot?” You can’t help but stare at him completely baffled by his entitlement. You also can’t help but notice how nice he looked. His mullet was curled and fluffed up nicely, and his outfit, an elegant suit over his usual white crewneck, flattered his slender frame very nicely. You mentally scolded yourself for even thinking about it. Josh paid you no mind however, and walked past you. 

“That’s what I said.” 

It took you a moment to get moving again, but you started following him towards the door, you were hot on his heels. He had already managed to piss you off before he even left his car. 

“This isn’t even your house, Josh. How in the hell is that your spot.” 

Josh didn’t bother knocking on the door and instead just let himself in. Had it not been for the two of you arguing, rather loudly, Jake probably wouldn’t have known you were there. You and Josh were bickering so intensely that it was actually Jake's presence that went unnoticed. 

“You’re a self-entitled prick.” You pointed your finger at him, your chest puffed up and practically touched his. 

“And you’re a selfish brat!” He spat back. 

“Hey! Whoa!” Jake finally decided to intervene and pushed his brother back gently with his arm. “What the fuck could the two of you be arguing about?! You just got here!” 

“Little miss ‘I only think about myself’ here parked in my spot!” 

“How arrogant do you have to be to claim you have a parking spot at someone else’s house?!” You started to move in closer to Josh when you felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders. 

“That’s enough, you two. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve.”

Somewhere between fighting with Josh outside and walking inside, Sam and Danny had arrived to help set up. Danny was currently holding you back. 

“Josh get your ass in the kitchen and help me put out the food. Y/n go with Sam and Danny to set up the living room. I don’t wanna hear either of you say a peep to or about the other. Got it?” Jake demanded. The only response either of you gave was an unhappy mumble of agreement. 

For the next hour you and Josh had been separated by his brothers. It was definitely for the best. 

You, Danny and Sam worked together to finish the decorations up in the living room and set up a cocktail and champagne station. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jake and his twin set out all the food and the full bar. When a few of your friends showed up Sam and Danny were nowhere to be found. You had assumed that they were making their rounds talking to everyone, but you spotted them almost hiding away with Jake, deep in a private conversation. 

With more party-goers showing up it was easier to keep your distance from Josh. The lights had been dimmed, and you were feeling pleasantly tipsy after a cocktail. You drifted from person to person catching up and saying hi, enjoying the glamor of the evening. Some people you didn’t know and would introduce yourself to. Eventually Sam found you while you were free from company. 

“Hey, Y/n, I need you to go down into Jake’s basement and get another bottle of champagne.” 

“Yeah, sure. Is there a certain brand I’m looking for?” 

Sam’s lips pulled up at the corner in an almost sly grin. “You’ll know it when you see it.” Without another word he walked away leaving you to retrieve the bottle. 

You made your way to the door that led down into the basement and began the familiar descent down. There had been countless nights with your close friends spent in Jake’s basement just drinking, playing games and getting high. Not bothering to close the door behind you, you walked carefully down the steps. 

“Dude I’m not seeing a bottle of champagne anywhere.” A voice called out from the room below you. 

Josh. 

He must’ve thought you were Jake coming to check on him. Before he realized it was you and not his twin, you turned and practically bolted up the stairs. You saw a glimpse of Sam on the other side of the door along with Jake and Danny before it slammed shut. The next sound you heard was a lock clicking into place. 

“You have got to be joking!” You shouted and banged your fists on the door.

“Y/n? What the hell did you do?” 

You turned around to meet Josh’s eyes. He was about more than halfway up the stairs, a puzzled look on his face. 

“I didn’t do shit! They slammed the door and locked us in here!” You wiggled the handle furiously hoping to god it would open. 

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Josh closed the distance and basically squished you against the wall. He repeated your previous action. Clearly the door wasn’t going to open. 

“Oh we’re serious alright. No one is allowed to enter or exit until the two of you have worked your shit out.” Jake’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

“Open the goddamn door, assholes!” Josh pounded his fist against the wood this time. 

On the other side of the door there was nothing. Clearly all of them decided not to stick around. Seeing that standing there waiting around was pointless, you turned and walked down the stairs before flopping defeated onto the couch. 

Great. You were trapped in a room for god knows how long with a man you despised. As if on cue, the devil himself thundered down the steps. 

“This is all your fault!” He seethed, finger pointed at you as he walked over. 

“My fault?!” 

“Yeah, had you not parked in my spot we wouldn’t be down here right now!” He was looming over you now. 

“Do you even hear yourself?!” You stood up causing him to back up quickly but the coffee table between you ensured he couldn’t go anywhere. “Any sane person would have just parked NEXT to my car, but no! You had to block me in because I parked in a spot of a house you DON’T EVEN LIVE IN!” You shoved your pointer finger into his chest to drive the point home further. 

“I think you need to go back to Kindergarten when we were taught to keep our hands to ourselves.” His voice was calm and collected unlike yours, but you could tell he was fuming. It only served to irk you even further. 

“Fuck. You. Josh.” You pressed your finger into him with every word and craned your neck upwards even more, invading his space just to make him break. 

This was the closest you had been to Josh in a very, very long time. Even when you were arguing earlier you hadn’t been this close. His sweet but musky scent invaded every sense and you had to keep yourself from looking at his lips. 

“Y/n,” You could see the anger flare in his eyes, “I would suggest you take your finger off me.” You could feel his chest rising rapidly underneath the sole digit.

“What are you,” Another thrust of your finger into his sternum, “gonna do about it?” 

In an instant his lips crashed into yours. It was like your mouth moved of its own accord melding into his. Your hands fisted themselves in the collar of his white crewneck sweatshirt and pulled him closer. His hands were firm on your waist, fingers pulling you to him. The kiss was sloppy and rushed. Everything was moving a million miles a second. 

Josh’s hands moved back over your hips to grab your asscheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. You bit down hard on his lip and tugged on it earning a groan from him. One of his hands gripped itself in the hair at the base of your skull and pulled enough to cause slight discomfort, but not enough to pull you away. 

The kiss only got more heated, groans and moans escaping both your lips. After a few moments you were craving more and found your fingers working to undo his belt. His hands slid underneath the hem of your dress and teased around the top of your underwear before dipping further, but still he avoided everywhere you needed him. Not wanting to play into his game, you pushed his slacks and boxers past his hips, freeing him completely. 

“Eager are we?” Josh didn’t even bother pulling his lips from yours. 

“Are you going to play with my underwear all night or are you gonna fuck me?” 

“Need it that bad huh?” 

“Fuck. You.” 

“Oh you’re about to. Turn around and bend over.” He took your hips in his hands and forced you to turn around. You followed his second instruction, bracing your hands on the back of the couch. With his foot he kicked your legs further apart and ran two fingers over your covered cunt. As he ran them back up the length of your slit towards your clit he curled his fingers on the edge of the fabric. He bunched the skirt of your dress up over your hips and slowly pulled your underwear to the side, watching the wetness that clung to them stretch. 

“Any day now would be fucking great, Jo-” 

All of the air was ripped from your lungs as he buried himself into you fully. He didn’t give you any time to recover before pulling out of you almost completely and driving back in repeatedly. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t know what he was doing. With every thrust he successfully hit that spot that made your core tighten and pitchy moans leave your mouth. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you princess?” There was no slowing his pace, and in fact you thought it even got faster and harder. 

In a matter of a few minutes he had already brought you to the edge of an orgasm. You could feel yourself staring down the abyss, but you just needed one final push. Using the small amount of leverage you had, you pushed your hips back to meet his and arched your back ever so slightly. The small change in position had you practically barreling towards your climax. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, Josh. Just like that. God don’t fucking stop, I’m about to- I’m gonna- Fuck me, Josh.” You sounded desperate and whiny, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

“You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock.” Continuing his space, Josh spread his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and stretching you even further. His right hand released your ass before coming down hard on the sensitive skin. The blow he delivered was the last push you needed into your high, and he fucked you through it. 

“Look at my favorite brat cumming for me. That’s it, baby, let ‘em know how good it is.” 

Even when you had finally come down, Josh never once stopped his hips and chased his own high. His pace had slowed somewhat, but the obscene sounds of his skin slapping against yours only grew louder from how wet you were. 

“Josh I-” You were cut off by your own moan. It was becoming too much and you were oversensitive. 

“I know, I know. Just give me one more.” His hand snaked down in front of you and rubbed slow, tight circles on your clit. His voice was far softer than it had been in the longest time. “C’mon, just one more.” It sounded almost like a plea. His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, his chest grazing over your back. 

With his free hand, Josh moved your hair away from your neck and began leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. He could feel you relax more underneath him, the discomfort turning to pleasure again. Keeping his attention on your clit, his hips started to speed up once more. You could feel the coil in your core tighten again, but much faster this time. 

“God, you feel so fucking good.” 

Once again he was ramming into you, but at a much slower pace and each brutal thrust of his hips bringing you that much closer to your second orgasm of the night. At this speed you were able to push back onto him more easily. After a few moments, Josh’s hips stilled completely, letting you take control. You sped up your hips and angled them with every push and pull, fucking yourself on his hard cock. 

“Yeah that’s it, just like that.” His hand came into contact with your ass again forcing you to gasp in a pleasured sigh. “That’s it, baby, you fuck me so good.” Another slap landed to your backside and you were almost there. 

“Just a little bit more. Keep going. So, so good.” The praises tumbled from his mouth with ease and you were eating it up. 

With what little control you had left, you sped up your hips and slammed back on him repeatedly. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises. You weren't going to last much longer. 

“Josh I’m gonna cum, please.” 

His hands stopped your hips from moving so he could take over. The pace he set this time was almost as fast and hard as when he first entered you. His right hand found your clit again while his left gently pushed your lower back down to increase the angle he was slamming into at. Your fingers were digging into the couch cushions, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping them.

Just as before, with a firm smack to your ass you were pushed into your second orgasm of the night. You weren’t sure if you were making noise or not, the rush of adrenaline dulled every sense that wasn’t burning pleasure. Josh pulled out shortly after you came, catching sight of your cunt fluttering around nothing while he pumped himself a few more times. He braced himself against the back of the couch with his hand next to yours and his chest almost leaned fully on your back as he came on your lower back and ass. 

As soon as he caught his breath he moved off you with only a simple, “Don’t move.” You did as he asked and stayed put, but mainly because you didn’t wanna risk getting cum on your dress. A few seconds later you were being wiped off with some kind of cloth before he carefully moved your underwear back in place. 

“You should be good.” 

“Thanks...” You stood up slightly confused and let the skirt of your dress fall back over your hips.

Josh threaded his belt back through the buckle and sat down on the couch. You felt awkward just standing there, but you weren’t sure what to say. He had been nice to you which you weren’t used to. And just gave you some of the best sex you’ve had in a very, very long time. 

“Well that is not how I envisioned our first time going.” Josh rubbed his hands down his face and leaned back into the couch. 

Once again you were confused. What did he mean by that? 

“Our first time? Like you’ve thought about it?” 

Josh didn’t say anything and instead stared at you like he hadn’t realized he said it out loud. 

“And why were you being nice to me? You’re always such an ass, I thought you hated me.” He took a deep sigh and thought for a moment before speaking. 

“I don’t hate you, Y/n.” His voice was soft and quiet. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually hated you. I think I was just hurt.” 

“Hurt? You’ve treated me like shit all this time because you were hurt? What the hell did I ever do to you?” You couldn’t help the animosity seeping into your tone. You were pissed off. He was the one that started treating you like shit out of nowhere. 

“Please, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t know what you did.” Defeated anger laced his voice, his eyes slicing but still soft in a way. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Josh. Please enlighten me!” 

“You ditched our gig for a date!” He stood from the couch and faced you, his hands flailing about. “I had specifically invited you to our home show for Strange Horizons and had passes for you and you blew us off for a date with your coworker!” He leaned in closer to you, invading your space more and more. 

“Josh I-“

“I planned to sing Unchained Melody for you and then after the show I was gonna finally tell you how I felt because I thought you felt the same!”

You knew exactly which show he was talking about but he had the information wrong. 

“Josh, I did feel the same way… And I never stood you up for a date.” 

“But-“ You grabbed his hands and gave them a light squeeze. 

“I got stuck at work. The person who was supposed to cover my shift backed out at the last minute and I had to go in. I couldn’t find anyone else to cover me on such short notice. I never had a date. My coworker canceled on me for a date.” 

He looked absolutely dumbfounded. It was like the pieces were clicking into place for him.

“Oh god I am the stupidest man alive.” You smiled at him softly and threaded your fingers with his. 

“No you’re not. It was a miscommunication. It happens.” 

“Yeah, but I wasted the past year being so awful to you. Had I just asked you about it then maybe we could’ve…” You cut him off with a soft peck to his lips. 

“Hey, it’s a new year, right?” 

“Right.” He checked his watch. “Looks like we missed midnight,” he noted playfully, “but we definitely got our New Year's kiss.”

You giggled at that. Josh pulled you closer and smiled down at you fondly before giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s hope they didn’t forget about us.” He snickered, keeping one hand entwined with yours and walking towards the stairs. When he tried the handle it gave way with ease and the door swung open. He led the two of you back out into the house still holding your hand. 

“Well it’s about damn time!” Sam hollered pointing at your hand in Josh’s. Whoops and more excited cheering followed making both of your cheeks flame. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Josh turned to you with bright red cheeks but with a smile that overtook his entire face. You nodded, not wanting to have to deal with how obnoxious your friends will be all night. 

“Guess it doesn’t even matter that he blocked you in now!” Danny called after the two of you. You tried to make a quick getaway with everyone adding their two senses to the subject, all in favor of the two of you getting over yourselves. 

Both of you just laughed at Danny’s comment and exited Jake’s house towards Josh’s Jeep. He opened the door for you to hop in the passenger side and made his way around to the driver’s side. Josh pulled his phone out to put on some music and chuckled to himself. He flipped the phone around to show you what amused him. 

It was a text he had gotten while you were stuck in the basement. 

Jake: Went to check on you to make sure neither of you murdered the other. Definitely didn’t sound like either of you were in danger… Not what I intended, but glad you worked your shit out. Don’t fuck it up this time. 

The two of you rang in the new year at Josh’s house with an actual bottle of champagne and even more fireworks than the ones going off all around. 

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[builtbykittie]

Merry Christmas, darling

D.R.W x f!reader x J.T.K

Summary: your boyfriend Danny takes notice of how one of his closest friends have piqued your interest and gives you the perfect Christmas gift.

Warnings: 18+, some alcohol consumption, mentions of marijuana, SMUT, threesome(m x f x m), masturbation, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, oral(m & f rec), dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, just pure filth.

Words: roughly 6.6k

A/N: happy holidays and merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!! For the holidays, I present to you a filthy Janny fic. (Disclaimer this fic does not have any Jake and Danny scenes. It is strictly Janny x reader!) Enjoy♥️

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"Daniel?" You shout to your boyfriend from your bedroom, rummaging through your closet in just a tiny little lace bra and mini skirt.

"What baby?" Danny comes walking out from the bathroom where he was getting ready, clad in a tight-fitted turtle neck and black jeans. You flip around, your eyes widening at the sight of him "Do you know where that red-ish sweater of yours is?"

"Gotta be more specific than that babe, I own like a thousand," he snickers, languidly stepping towards you. "Oh come on. You know, the one with the dark blue stripe running through it... And it has the flower things in the stripe?" You whine, smoothing your hands over his chest as he approaches you.

"Oh yeah, it should be in there, did you look hard enough?" Danny steps closer to the closet, tossing around some hangers until "aha. Found it."

"Wow. Guess I didn't. Thanks love," you blush, taking it from him and lifting yourself slightly to place a peck on his lips before sliding it on your body. "You look gorgeous, baby," Danny tucks a loose string of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead. Your cheeks flush red and you can't hold back the smile growing on your lips "Daniel have you even seen yourself? You look incredible."

"What's with the good lingerie, baby?" Danny smiles "thought you only wore these for special events."

"Well, it is a Christmas party. That's gotta be a little special," you walk over to the end of your bed and grab your heels, stumbling as you put them on.

"What time does the party start again?" You slip off into the bathroom to touch up your makeup and hair. "Well," you hear Danny huff a laugh "it actually started about 20 minutes ago." Not bad, especially for you two. One of the only bad things about you two being together is that you're both bad with time.

"Okay well, I'm ready if you are," you quickly reapply your favorite lipstick and fix an awkward curl in your hair with your finger. Walking out of the bathroom, you quickly grab your purse and phone off your bed "We're lucky it didn't start almost an hour ago... Like last time."

"That wasn't even our fault," Danny laughs "You ready, beautiful?" You laugh and walk up to him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder "I told you I was."

"Are you sure you're gonna be warm enough?" Danny pulls you even closer to him as you two start to walk out the door. "Mhm. The party is inside anyway," you lean your head into him, soaking up his warmth and breathing in his intoxicating scent.

As you two approach the car, he moves his hand to the small of your back, opening the door for you and helping you in. You quickly set up the aux as soon as Daniel starts the car, putting your playlist on shuffle and letting whatever song play.

"I have a gift for you, sweetheart. I think you'll love it," he doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes on the road. "Oh yeah? I bet I could guess," you challenge, reaching over and playing with his hair.

"Hm.. I highly doubt that," a smug smile grows on his lips, still never once glancing in your direction. A grin plays on your face "is that so?"

"Mhm."

"Is it that record I've been wanting?"

"Nope."

"The necklace?"

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah I got nothing else," you frown, turning back to face the road.

The drive is relatively short, luckily Jakes's house wasn't too far from your own. Usually, Josh would host, but the responsibility was handed to his fancy-pants twin this year.

Josh's parties were typically more put together and bustling with people, Jake's, on the other hand, were a little more reserved than that. Josh's were always packed full, from musicians he'd become friends with over the years to close friends and family. Jake's are mostly close friends and family, with a good amount of exceptions.

"I gotta talk to Jake once we get inside. You okay on your own for a little? I'll find you right after," Danny opens the door for you, shutting it and locking the car after you slip out of the seat. You quirk a brow at his words but don't think much of it "Mhm. Just make it quick."

"It won't take long at all baby, I promise," Danny kisses your head, his hand on the small of your back as he walks you through the door. Sam, standing in the hallway and talking to someone hidden behind a wall, spots you two immediately. "Hey! Look who arrived!" Sam starts to strut toward you, followed by Jake walking out from behind the wall. Oh, Jake.

Of course, you loved Danny more than anything and anyone, but every now and then you'd find yourself waking up to dreams of Jake's hands between your thighs. You're filled with guilt, sometimes to the point of going out of your way to avoid Jake. But who could blame you? You've been to a few of their shows, You've seen how Jake plays. The way his fingers dance across the fretboard, how he looks all hot and sweaty, the way he draws high-pitched wails out of his guitar.

You shake the thoughts from your head, bringing yourself back to reality. "Hey, Sam!" Holding your arms out for a hug, Sam happily accepts. "Hi, Y/N," Jake grins, taking you into a side hug. "Hello, Jacob. Merry Christmas," you match his energy with a smile.

"Well, finding him was easy, huh?" You grin, turning to face Daniel "I'll catch up with you soon, love." You give him a peck before letting them slip off to another area of the house.

"What was that?" Sam tilts his head, holding his cup up in their direction. "I dunno. Danny said he had to talk to Jake, I thought you might've known," you brush it off, seriously not thinking anything at all. "That's interesting. I'll have to get an answer out of him later."

"I can't believe your own brother didn't tell you his plans," you laugh, playfully slapping his bicep. "Is Josh here?" Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you scan around the room for that ray of sunshine everybody loves.

"Yeah, actually he came early to help get ready. He should be around here somewhere," Sam tries to figure out where his brother may be. "No way, Josh?" You jest "Well I'm gonna go look for him... and maybe get a drink. I'll talk to you later Sammy."

Making a beeline straight to the kitchen, you almost instantly hear that familiar voice. You're unsure where it's coming from until you hear that same voice call your name in front of you.

"Josh!" You watch as his face instantly lights up, quickly making his way through the room towards you. "It's so good to see you! How're you liking the party?" He smiles, that big wide grin you've grown to love.

"Merry Christmas, Josh! It's really nice, you guys did so good. The place looks beautiful," you take him into a hug, careful not to spill his drink on his white sweater. Josh quickly quirks a brow and looks behind you "Where's Daniel?"

"With Jake," you smile, "he told me he had to talk to him about something. Do you know what this is about?" Josh's brows knit together "nope."

"You're telling me neither of them told you or Sam?" You give Josh a dubious look, planting your hands on your hips. "I mean Jake had been acting smug but we had no idea Y/N I promise. Maybe it's a surprise," he playfully shakes your arm "You want a drink?"

"Yes please," you smile, pulling your phone from your purse and opening whatever app you set your eyes on first.

Taking a break from scrolling, you look around, searching for any sign of Danny and Jake. "Here," Josh approaches you, holding out a cup for you. "Thanks, Josh," you take it from him with a grin, bringing it up to your lips. It's not too strong, but it still burns as it goes down your throat, Josh knows you well.

You stand there and happily let Josh wrap you into one of his long and sometimes painful conversations, that is until Danny comes up from behind you, gently driving his fingers into your sides and scaring the shit out of you.

"God- damnit Danny!" You whine, slapping his chest. "Sorry. It was really funny though," Daniel laughs through his words, pulling the strap of your purse back over your shoulder.

-

Almost two hours of listening to the same couple of Christmas songs, one blunt, and three or four glasses of Jake's fine champagne and red wine later, you seemed to have lost sight of your inhibitions.

In Jake's basement, you take turns laying your head on the Kiszka brothers' and your boyfriend's shoulders as they take turns at pool.

Daniel walks up to you, that big wide smug grin plastered across his face as Jake patronizes his brothers for losing at the table. "Hey, Y/N? Can we talk, baby?"

"Uh yeah," you sit up, your brows knitted together in confusion. You let Danny take your arm and drag you through the house, sifting through every affair in your head as he takes you up the stairs.

"Daniel what is this about? Is something wrong?" He doesn't respond, taking you straight through the house and up another set of stairs, leading up to the bedrooms.

Once you realize where you're going, a smirk grows on your lips and your heartbeat speeds up significantly. Daniel backs you into a room, turning on the light just a little with Jake's fancy light 'switch'.

"Y/N, will you sit down for me?" He gestures to the large sofa chair beside the bed, you can tell he's holding back a smirk. "Danny-" he cuts you off.

Kneeling in front of you, his sweet eyes stare into yours "Y/N, remember that gift I had for you?" You nod, flashing him a confused smile. "I know you like Jake, baby," Danny reaches his arm up to move your hair out of your face and cup your hot cheek.

"What?" You feel your entire body flush. You didn't think he knew, how could he know? You don't even like him like that. "Don't act like you don't know, Y/N. I'm not mad."

A horrible feeling manifests it's way into your stomach and swirls around there. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help but feel guilty. It's just attraction, nothing more.

"Danny it's-" once again, he cuts you off. "I told you I'm not mad, sweetheart. I've seen the way you look at him. I know you want to fuck him."

"I mean yeah he's attractive but I like you, Daniel" you fidget with your own hands, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him. "I know, I trust you sweet girl. I just want you to admit to me that you want to fuck him."

"Daniel, are you serious?" With furrowed brows, you watch him stand up and lean against the wall. "Yes. Be a good girl and tell me."

You huff a humorless laugh and drop your head to look at your lap. "Fine. Yes, Daniel. I want to fuck Jake."

"Atta girl. See how easy that was? Now tell me what about him you like," as he speaks, he removes his belt, his eyes dark and eager. You look at him with an annoyed expression, opening your mouth to protest but letting it die there once you realize he's not gonna drop it.

"Well," you decide to play into it. Have a little fun with it. You knew it was gonna lead to him fucking you either way. "You know how he gets all sweaty and his hair sticks to his neck at the concerts?"

The corners of his mouth tip up to form a smirk, nodding to tell you to continue as he starts to palm his cock through the denim. "And his hands.. the way they can move so fast across the frets and strings."

"His pretty mouth... Oh, and the way he practically fucks his-" Suddenly, the door opens. Your head instantly whips in that direction, eyes widening as you watch Jake walk through the door. With dark eyes trained directly on you, he slams the door behind him and locks it.

"Y/N, baby," Danny takes a languid step towards you, kneeling down in front of you once again. "Me and Jake have been talking about this for a while now. Will you let us fuck you, pretty girl?"

Your eyes blow wide, you want to pinch yourself and wake up, but this is all very real. "A-are you sure?" You squeak out, as quiet as a mouse. "Are you, love?" Jake leans against the bedpost, those dark eyes burning holes into your skin.

"Yes."

"Let us hear you say it, princess," Danny holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Yes, please fuck me."

"Merry Christmas, darling," a sick smirk plays on Jake's lips as he slowly removes his belt. "Danny, why don't you sit down while I take care of your sweet girl here?"

"So this was that gift you had for me?" You grin, standing up and kissing him before walking over to Jake, standing pretty by the bed. "Hey princess," Jake grabs your waist, pulling you into him and instantly laying kisses to your neck.

It feels wrong, yet so right. You reach your arms out, grasping onto his hair and pulling him into you with a breathy moan. "Fuck, you see that, Daniel? So eager..."

A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as he continues to tease himself, running one hand up and down his thigh while he palms himself with the other. "Come sit on my lap, baby," Jake sits down on the bed, rubbing his palm against his thigh, signaling you to sit.

Following him, you sit on his lap, now facing your boyfriend. Jake's calloused hands snake around your body as he nips at and places open mouth kisses to your neck. One of his hands sneaks under the hem of your sweater, his rough hand moving up your abdomen.

Jake's other hand runs up and down your thigh, teasing you as it comes so close to your heat. He could tell you wanted it, the way your body stiffened once his hand just grazed against your panties under your skirt while the other cups your breast.

"Y/N, baby, how bad do you want me to touch your wet little pussy? Tell me, darling. Be honest," his rough fingers kneading the meat of your inner thigh. "Please touch me, Jake. I need it so bad," you practically moan, your hips involuntarily jutting forward once his fingers just barely touch your wet panties.

"Oh yeah? You wanna fuck my fingers, doll?" Jake's hand runs along the damp lace, applying almost no pressure. You manage to mumble out an 'mhm' bucking forward into his touch, your head dropped low and your eyes clamped shut in anticipation.

Jake's hand comes out from underneath your sweater to assist you in shimmying off your panties from underneath your skirt, throwing them over to your boyfriend. Suddenly embarrassed, you try to close your legs but Jake prys them open, hooking your legs over his thighs to keep your legs apart. "Oh Daniel, look at your sweet girl. So fucking wet..."

You give your boyfriend a small smile, watching his eyes darken as he stares at your glistening core, still teasing himself. "M'gonna touch you now, okay?" Jake speaks lowly into your ear, his hand slipping back up into your sweater and pushing your bra up past your breasts.

"Please..." You moan, grasping onto his thighs for dear life. Without hesitation, his hand meets with your clit "god you're so fucking wet, Y/N. Such a pretty little cunt."

You throw your head back with a moan, resting it against Jake's shoulder as his fingers speed up, rubbing tight circles over your weeping clit. "Let yourself feel it, pretty. How good does it feel sweetheart?"

"So good, Jake. Don't stop. Please don't stop," an embarrassingly loud moan escapes your lips as he slips his ring and middle fingers into you, his thumb flicking over your clit. You start to roll your hips into him, pushing yourself down onto his fingers harder. "Fuck," you whine "Oh Jake- fuck."

"Feel it, sweetheart. Just feel it," Jake whispers in your ear, curling his fingers up into you and hitting a particularly sweet spot. "Why don't you tell your boyfriend how good my fingers feel in you, darling?" The pace of his thumb flicking over your clit significantly speeds up, his fingers sweetly fucking into you. "I've heard that you like them."

You try to speak, but as you open your mouth a pornographic moan rips through your chest. He was taunting you. Every time you went to speak he would drive his fingers deeper into you. "Well? You gonna tell him?" Jake takes your jaw in his hand, lifting your head and forcing you to look at Danny, now slowly stroking himself.

"Jake's fingers feel so fucking good," you cry, continuing to fuck his fingers harder. "Do they feel as good as they look, baby?" Daniel growls, swirling his hand around his cock as his lust-blown eyes stay trained on you. "Mhm. So fucking good," Your hand moves from Jake's thigh to his incredibly hard bulge, palming him. "Careful," he drawls out, ramming his fingers into you and pressing down on your clit with his thumb in retaliation.

"Oh, Jake! " You cry, grasping onto his wrist. "Hands to yourself. Are you gonna be a good girl? Huh?" Jake slaps your hand away from him, grabbing both of your wrists and holding them tightly behind your back with one hand.

"Hm? Maybe if you're good I'll let you cum," his fingers slow down, languidly curling up into you while his thumb presses down against your sensitive bud.

You let out a huff, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes clamping shut. You were there. The pressure building up in your stomach grew more and more intense with each second "Jake I'm- I'm gonna-"

Just as the band in your stomach is about to snap, Jake pulls his fingers from you. You let out a weak whimper at the loss of contact, dropping your head and accepting defeat. You knew if you said something you'd be robbed of another orgasm.

Jake lets you sit there and breathe for a moment, running his hand through your hair and rubbing your thighs. "On your knees," Jake growls, gently pressing his hand against the small of your back and gesturing to the floor. "From now on you call me sir."

A grin plays on your lips as you drop to your knees, facing your boyfriend and taking your bottom lip between your teeth. "Got it?" Jake grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look at him.

"Yes, sir," you mutter, your cheeks flushed bright red. "Good girl," Jake smirks "Why don't you touch him, darling?" Jake grabs the back of your head, gently pushing it towards your boyfriend's cock, sitting up nice and pretty.

Without hesitation, you reach up and grab his cock, placing tiny pecks to his tip before slowly stroking up his length. Jake kneels beside you, holding your chin and placing kisses to your neck, his other hand sneaking around to hook under your sweater "arms up."

Jake helps slip your sweater off your body after you lift your arms, throwing it across the room. You quickly go back to stroking your boyfriend, chewing on your lower lips at that familiar feeling of his cock in your hand.

"Use that pretty mouth, sweet girl," Jake takes your hair in a ponytail, open mouth kissing your shoulders. A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as you take him almost fully in your mouth, your hand tightly grasped onto the base of him.

You whine against Danny's cock as Jake's other hand snakes around your body and his fingers come into contact with your clit. "Just keep going, be a good girl and don't stop," Jake whispers in your ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Shit," Danny bucks his hips up, pushing himself further to your mouth with a groan. "You're doing so good," Jake praises, his fingers dancing over your sensitive clit. Tears form in your waterline and you moan against Danny's cock as Jake's fingers press against your clit.

The vibration of your voice against his cock paired with the feeling of your soft tongue dragging up & down his length is quick to bring him to the edge. On the other hand, Jake is killing you. His fingers dance along your clit, then quickly pull away as his lips drag along your neck. He repeats that sinister cycle over & over, driving you absolutely crazy.

Warm tears fall from your eyes as you try to ignore both your gag reflex and Jake teasing you. "Oh fuck," Danny groans, his hips jutting up and his cock twitching in your mouth. "You gonna let him fill up your pretty little mouth?" Jake speaks in between sloppy kisses to your back and neck.

Your eyebrows knit together, humming against your boyfriend and frantically nodding your head. "Shit Y/N- fuck," your hand squeezes around him and you take him deeper in your mouth, as if that was even possible. A harsh groan rips through Danny's chest as warm ropes of ivory paint your throat, instantly swallowing it all down.

"Fuck, Y/N you're so good," Jake takes your hair in his hands, forcing you to look up so that he can attack your neck. He stops at a soft spot behind your ear, babying it for a moment, eliciting whimpers from you before moving further down. "So sensitive.." Jake brings his arm around your body, toying with your breast.

"Get on the bed, princess," Danny slowly rises from his seat, Jake following after him. You wish you could sit there and admire the way they look hovering over you, their masculine statures making you feel so tiny.

"Aw she's all intimidated," Jake smirks down at you, resting his hands on his hips. "Are we making you nervous, love?" Danny leans down and pets your hair before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

Jake takes you in his arms and practically throws you on the bed, quickly climbing on and spreading your legs apart. "You gonna let us use you? Hm? Like our little toy?" Jake purrs, flexing his fingers into your thigh. "Please..." you practically moan, the near animalistic way he's acting makes your cunt throb, begging to be touched in any way possible.

Your boyfriend sits beside you, his lips instantly finding your necks as Jake draws a slow line of kisses up your leg. "Please," you whine, leaning your head back, granting Danny more access to your neck and spreading your legs even further for Jake.

"Poor girl wants it so bad," Jake mutters "and she's been so obedient." You feel Danny snicker against your neck, his hand coming up to knead your breast. "Please what, my girl?" Danny's kisses go lower and lower, his hands snaking behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You start to get fed up. "Please just fuck me. I don't care which one of you it is," you whine, grasping onto Danny's hair. "Oh sweetheart..." Jake smiles up at you, flexing his hand into the meat of your thigh "you can't always get what you want, y'know."

"Jacob, I have been nothing but submissive and sweet for you both an-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as Jake's fingers just barely come into contact with your needy clit. "Aww, can't you wait just a little longer, darling?" Jake lays kisses near your heat, kissing everywhere but the spot where you're aching for him.

"No, Jake. I-I can't," you whine and buck your hips up after Jake lays a kiss to your clit. "You're forgetting something, Y/N." Jake's cocky tone makes you roll your eyes, your hands massaging Danny's scalp as he continues to suck hickeys onto the skin of your clavicle. "You call me sir."

Jake's lips attach to your clit, a loud, desperate moan flying past your lips at the contact. "You gonna be a good girl and stop whining now? Hm?" He speaks between kisses to your soaked cunt. "Y-yes, sir," one of your hands let go of Danny's head to grasp onto Jake's hair.

"Oh fuck," you cry, involuntarily jutting your hips against Jake's mouth. "Mm, does that mouth of his feel good baby?" Daniel asks just before taking your nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. "Mhm. So good," you breathlessly moan, rolling your hips into Jake's tongue.

Without warning, Jake slides two fingers into you. A loud, almost pornographic moan rips through your chest at the feeling. "She's so noisy," Jake chuckles, sharply curling his fingers up into a sensitive spot. You feel Danny snicker against your breast in agreement, sucking the supple skin of your breast into his mouth.

Jake finds a spot that makes you cry the loudest, babying that area until you're nothing but a sweaty, whimpering mess. "Oh god Jake please," your back comes up off the bed, squeaky breaths and moans flying from your open mouth. "That's not it, doll," Jake sends a sharp thrust of his fingers into you before sucking your clit into his mouth.

"Please sir," you cry, on the verge of tears. You feel Jake snicker against your heat, rewarding you with a sweet curl of his fingers up into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, your hands flying to Danny's back and digging into his muscle.

"Holy shit. I'm gonna- oh fuck," your thighs tremble and your fingers dig so deep into Danny's back you fear you might've broken skin.

For the second time, Jake completely pulls away from you. "I'm sorry sweetheart I promise you can cum soon. Just be patient love," Danny hums, pressing a sweet kiss to the base of your neck.

"Such a good girl," Jake praises, smoothing his hands over your thighs. Jake and Danny switch places, Danny settling in between your thighs as Jake's lips smash against your jaw.

"You ready, princess?" Danny grasps the base of his cock, pumping at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me, Danny," you moan, reaching down to toy with your clit. Jake chuckles against your neck at your response to Danny, sitting up to unbutton his pants.

As Danny teases your entrance, you reach over to unbutton Jake's shirt, your hands shakily fumbling the buttons. Jake gets his pants down, revealing the incredible tent in his boxers.

Jake juts his hips forward and pets your hair, silently telling you to touch him. Just as you grab his cock, Danny slowly starts to sink his tip into you, a whimper falling past your lips and your hands growing even more shaky.

"c'mon sweetheart. Just focus," Jake runs his hands through your hair, his hips slightly swiveling. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pull Jake's cock from his boxers. You marvel at it for a moment, taking in all the veins and admiring how hard he is in your hand. He's even bigger than you'd expected, and not to mention, deliciously thick.

"She's in awe, Daniel," Jake snickers, moving a damp piece of hair that was stuck to your face. You hear a low laugh come from Danny's chest as you start to stroke Jake's cock.

Your hands tremble around Jake as Danny continuously teases your cunt, desperate whines falling past your lips. "Let me feel your pretty little mouth, darlin," Jake purrs, his hips jutting forward.

Without hesitation, you take him in you mouth. At the same time, Danny slides into you and stretches you out with one painfully slow thrust. You mumble and moan against Jake, one of your hands finding Danny's locs of curls.

Jake grabs the back of your head, holding you still and forcing his cock down your throat, repeating the action as Danny starts to unapologetically thrust into you. An advantage Danny had that Jake didn't, was that he knew every one of your spots. He knew what would have you falling apart in front of him.

Your eyebrows knit together as you look at your boyfriend, moaning against Jake's cock. "Eyes on Jake, baby," Danny growls, sending a sharp thrust against a sweet spot.

Your eyes clamp shut at the feeling, but when you look back at Jake, he's got a sick grin on his face "Hi princess." Jake pets your hair before his hand snakes down your abdomen, your body covering with goosebumps at the feeling of his rough fingertips dragging down your bare tummy. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes your mouth and vibrates against Jake's cock once Jake starts to toy with your clit.

"Danny, you never told me this sweet girl of yours is so damn filthy," Jake rasps, rubbing sweet circles over your clit. Your eyes clamp shut, you were already almost there. The repeated loss of every orgasm so far has reduced you to nothing but a whining, sensitive mess.

"Oh baby," Danny purrs, thrusting so deep into you as you squeeze and quiver around him. Deep groans rumble up from both Danny and Jake's chests, the feeling of Danny ramming into you mixed with the sweet feeling of Jake's fingers against your needy swollen clit brings tears to your eyes. Not to mention the way Jake's cock is nearly going down your throat.

Jake lets go of your head to wipe hot tears from your cheeks, almost instantly returning the hand to where it was and thrusting even further into your mouth. "So so good for us," Jake whispers, punctuating his words with thrusts into your mouth. Danny doesn't fail to hit every single spot inside of you, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd found a new one.

Moans rip through your chest and you writhe beneath both of them, serving as a warning that you're close. Your eyes clamp shut once again, you're unable to keep quiet against Jake's cock, moans falling from your lips like a waterfall. "Fuck Y/N," you hear Jake groan above you and you open your eyes, watching him as he sends one final thrust into your mouth before his warm release spurts into your mouth.

He keeps you there, forcing you to swallow down every last drop of his release. "So good, Y/N," Jake runs his hand through your damp hair as he pulls out of your mouth. "Oh fuck. Danny!" You cry, grasping onto Jake's wrist for support.

Danny grabs the back of your head, pulling you up by your neck and smashing his lips against yours before dropping you back on the bed. "Oh- I'm close Danny I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a loud, squeaky moan as Jake continues to rub circles over your clit and Danny babies a sweet spot deep within you.

You go to speak, but all that comes out is a high pitched squeak. Your eyes clamp shut and your nails dig into the flesh of Jake's arm "oh fuck- oh my god." Your orgasm creeps up on you, your head going blurry and your body shaking.

For the third time straight, you're robbed of release. Jake moves his hand and Danny pulls himself from you, grasping his cock and stroking it. With one final tug, warm ropes of ivory paint your throbbing heat and tummy. Tears swell up on your waterline and you cover your hot face with your hands, so overwhelmed by everything.

They let you lay there for a moment, collecting yourself as they smooth their hands over your body and wipe away your tears, telling you how good you are.

"c'mon baby, it's Jake's turn," Danny sits on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Jake moves to be where Danny was, a sick look in his eyes as he looks down at your unfortunately soaked cunt.

Without warning, he flips you around, pushing your cheek into the warm sheets and eliciting a small giggle from you. His rough hands smooth over your ass, flexing his fingers into the meat before his thumb comes down to toy with your entrance.

"Fu- Jake please," you whine into the sheets, swiveling your hips for him. You're sure under normal circumstances he'd continue to tease you and make you suffer for longer, but he probably pities you.

With a low chuckle, Jake grabs the base of his cock and drags his tip through your arousal drenched folds. That alone elicits a whiney moan, so when he thrusts into you and stretches you out with one swift movement an incredibly loud moan rips through your chest.

"So fucking tight," Jake groans, pulling nearly all the way out of you before coming back down and hitting a sensitive spot. "Oh Jake!" You cry, pushing yourself back further onto his cock as Danny runs his hand along your back.

"Does it feel good baby? Does my cock feel good in your sweet little pussy?" Jake growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, pulling you into him to go even deeper. You frantically nod your head, moans falling from your lips in strings until you can finally moan out a 'yes'.

Jake lays a slap against your ass, the sting eliciting a breathy moan. It's clear he loved whenever you would make the loudest noises, especially when he got you to moan his name. "So fucking filthy," Jake's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up to be flush against his chest. "Letting us use you like our little fuck toy."

The hand not holding you against him finds your clit, rubbing tight circles to the swollen bud. "Oh fuck- oh my god," you whimper, writhing against Jake's body and struggling to keep your composure. "How good does he feel, love?" Danny tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, cupping your sweaty cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"So fucking good. He feels so good," you moan, grasping onto Danny's wrist. You hear Jake snicker by your ear, sending a particularly rough thrust into you. "And here I thought you were all innocent," Jake punctuates his words with sharp thrusts, letting go of your waist and grabbing your hair in a ponytail, holding you against him by just your hair as you grasp onto Danny's shoulders

You look at Danny, your incredibly fucked-out expression causing him to snicker. His hands reach up to cup your face, taking you into a sweat kiss in contrast to the rough, unapologetic way Jake's fucking into you.

Jake's cock has completely robbed you of every one of your remaining thoughts, the only thing on your mind being how good he feels. You pull away from Danny's sweet lips, gasping for air as Jake steals the air from your lungs.

"Oh god-" you cry, letting go of Danny's shoulder to grasp Jake's wrist, the feeling of his fingers against your clit becoming almost too much. Danny reaches up to toy with your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth and taking the bud between his teeth.

Jake's fingers speed up around his clit, his hips rolling into sweet spots and his tip brushing against your cervix. "St- too much," you cry, your orgasm creeping up on you and making itself present. Your hands pull on Danny's curly tresses of hair, your eyes shut so tight it would take a crowbar to pry them open.

You never thought of yourself as a screamer, that is until you feel your orgasm approach. Disgusting strings of profanities and moans erupt from your mouth, you make noises you didn't even know you could make. Jake slows down a bit, making sure he doesn't hurt you or overwhelm you more than you already are, if that was even possible.

"Holy fuck! Jake I'm gonna- I'm," you're unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm shakes your body, rushing through every limb and vein. It's something you're sure you've never felt before, nearly 10x more intense due to the repeated loss of release leading up to now.

Jake's hot release spurts inside you, painting your walls with ivory slick. As Jake lowers you back down to the bed, Danny takes your face in his hands, holding your forehead against his, helping you come back down to earth with a soothing touch.

You go to open your mouth and say something, but all that comes out is a squeaky breath. Danny's unable to hold back the small laugh at your current state, his thumbs caressing the warm surface of your cheeks.

You open your eyes, offering a weak smile to your boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his pretty red lips. "Ready?" You hear Jake behind you, his hands smoothing over the raw skin of your ass. "N- not yet," you breathlessly whisper, cuddling up into your boyfriend's warm body. "Just tell me when, sweetheart," Jake leans over, kissing the skin of your back.

After enough time passes, you give Jake the yes to pull out. Jake's hands dig into the meat of your ass, bearing himself as he starts to pull himself from you. You suck in a breathy moan, a mix of both yours and Jake's juices dripping down your thigh almost instantly after he pulls out.

Danny settles into the bedpost, helping you flip back around and letting you lay on him as Jake gets a cloth wet to clean you up. "You think people are worried?" You giggle, looking up at Danny and reaching for his cheek.

"Well, you were pretty loud," Danny huffs a laugh, his hand running through your hair "but it is a party. It's bound to happen." Your cheeks burn red in embarrassment, knowing people definitely heard just how loud you were being.

Jake comes back with the cloth, his pants loose around his hips and his chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "Poor girl," Jake settles in front of you, bringing the damp cloth to your thighs. "She looks so fucked-out," Jake chuckles, paying extra care to make sure not to bother you as he cleans you up.

"Thank you," you smile, taking the back of Jake's neck in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek before attempting to stand up.

"You ready to be interrogated?" Danny jests, helping you slip your lingerie and clothes back on your body. "Really funny," you roll your eyes, your cheeks still flushed red with embarrassment.

"Yeah you might be joking but you forget how nosy my brothers are," Jake drives his elbow into Danny's side as he buttons his shirt.

"Yeah well if I get asked one question I'm jumping out of the window," you move your damp hair away from your neck, tying it up with an old hair tie you had on your wrist.

"Thanks Jake, I had fun," you smirk, standing on weak legs and pulling him into a hug before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and leading him out, Jake following suit behind you.

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Patience, baby

j.m.k x f!reader

Summary: You get Josh worked up at a bar and make him wait till you get home.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, SUBBY JOSH, sexual pictures, SMUT, masturbating, edging (m rec), oral(m rec), unprotected sex, that's basically it

Words: 5,062

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"Good job baby," you whisper into Josh's ear, chills covering his body. "Thanks," he smiles, every tooth on display for you and the others who are losing to him to see.

"Oh come on! This is just luck!" Sam groans "he's never this good." Josh rolls his eyes at the statement "Maybe you're just bad at pool, Sammy boy."

"Don't get cocky, Joshua," Jake chides, holding his pool stick in the air. "You might lose your luck."

"It's not luck! You fuckers are just mad I'm winning!"

"Josh, are you forgetting you and Danny are winning? Don't take all the credit," you butt in, slinging your arm around Danny. "You're not even playing," Josh points, throwing back his drink.

"Poor Daniel doesn't deserve this treatment," you pat Danny's back before moving over to Josh, bringing your face close to his. You watch his chest rise and fall as you bring your lips close to his ear, just ghosting over the shell of it. "You're acting rather bratty, Josh."

He turns his head, your faces just mere inches apart. You scan over every inch of his face, his brows just barely furrowed and his cheeks turning a light shade of crimson. "What the fuck is this? Get a room, weirdos!" Sam fakes a gag, throwing the wrapper of a straw in the small space between you and Josh.

You simply look at Sam, sticking out your tongue at him before looking back at Josh. As you pull back, you ghost your lips over his jaw till they reach his ear "You're so cute when you're flustered."

Walking back to the booth, you watch Josh's expression grow sour, his cheeks even brighter than before. You and Josh had been hooking up for about three months now and the others were pretty quick to pick up on it, you'd originally denied every accusation but eventually, you both stopped caring.

"If you're gonna fuck my brother, fine. Just don't do it in front of us," Sam pokes, nearly shouting. "Jesus Sam, why don't you just get up there and announce to to the whole bar?" Josh gestures to the microphones placed neatly by a karaoke machine.

"You know what? Maybe I will, Josh. Thanks for the idea," Sam snickers, throwing another piece of trash in Josh's direction. "And I'm the bratty one?" Josh points to Sam, his brows knitted together in annoyance.

"He's just living up to the youngest child title," Danny quips, driving an elbow into Sam's side. "Yeah, and who's the oldest here, Josh?" You giggle, throwing back your own drink.

"What with the hate train today? I mean, seriously?" Josh throws his arms up, looking around in disbelief. "There's no hate train, Joshy. You're just dramatic," you tease, blowing a kiss his way and placing your hand over your heart in faux hurt as he pretends to dodge it.

"Is this not weird for you guys? Is it not strange to see them like that?" Sam points between you and Josh, obviously not used to seeing the two of you as anything other than best friends. "Aww Sam, you feel left out? You'll have your turn at some point, don't worry pretty boy," you jest, leaning forward and showing off an appropriate amount of cleavage.

As you look away from Sam, your eyes meet Josh's, the look painted across his face is something you can't describe as anything other than jealousy. You send him a wink in his direction, gesturing for him to come over to you.

His legs slowly carry him towards you, a serious look playing on his face. "Oh, Josh.. you're still all flustered," you smirk, reaching up to grab his hands as he stands in front of you. You kiss each of his fingers, tracing the veins with your thumbs before pulling him down to whisper in his ear "And I know you're all hard underneath those tight little pants of yours."

You hear his breath hitch in his throat, letting go of his hands to run your palms up his thighs. "Oh poor Josh. What do I do with you?" You coo, the very tips of your fingers ghosting over his growing bulge. He doesn't respond, the only sound coming from his mouth being a low hum.

"Mama.." Josh whines, standing up straight. "Whaat? You wanna go home?" Your hands reach his abdomen, smoothing out the fabric of his white shirt and fixing the length of his coat. You watch as his brows knit together even further, nodding gently.

"That's too bad, isn't it?" You mock the expression on Josh's face, dragging your fingers along the waist of his khakis. "Y/N, I know you wanna leave too."

"Hm mm. We can't leave, not yet," you lift his shirt slightly, ghosting your fingers over old hickeys you've previously left on his abdomen. "We'd need to call an Uber. And we haven't even eaten."

"Bathroom?" Josh moves hair away from your face, the tent in his pants growing larger by the second. "Nope. It's too dirty," you stand up "I'm sorry, love. I just enjoy seeing you so needy like this."

You kiss his warm cheek, dragging your hand along his torso as you walk away to meet with the others. "Hey, what time were we planning on leaving?" You run your hand up Sam's back, him being the designated driver for tonight.

"Oh uh, we were actually gonna eat then head out," Sam announces "if that's okay with you." You look back to Josh, sitting at the booth and hungrily watching you as he tries to adjust himself in his pants. "You know what, that's actually perfect!"

You ruffle Sam's hair before spinning on your heels, a devious grin pulling on your lips. "Hear that, Josh?" You approach him "You don't have to wait much longer."

He tries to hide the excitement on his face, but the way his eyes lit up and pupils dilated betrayed him. You place one hand on the back of the booth and the other on the table, leaning into him "We're leaving after we eat." You bring your face down to his neck, pressing an open mouth kiss to his jaw "Then your poor cock can get the attention it needs."

You move your hand from the booth to his thigh, the one on the table coming up to cup his face as you press your lips against his. Josh practically lunges forward, deepening the kiss and groaning into your mouth once your hand inches higher and higher up his thigh, squeezing the skin.

He tries to pull you closer, but you pull back completely, your fingers just barely ghosting over his impossibly hard cock "Joshua we're in public." Fortunately, everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to notice. "We're lucky your brothers didn't see. I can just hear Sam's fucking voice yelling at us in my head. 'get a room, weirdos!'," you imitate Sam's voice with a giggle.

Josh doesn't laugh or loosen up, still bright red and flustered. "You're real fun, you know that?" You lightly shove him before grabbing his arms and forcing him up. "Look who decided to join us!" Jake holds his glass up, playfully slapping his brother's arm.

"He's just mad our sweet Y/N here won't let him get lucky," Sam pokes, a shit-eating grin playing on his face. "Oh shut up Sam," you throw your arm up, a pink blush taking over the color of both yours and Josh's cheeks. "Are you guys gonna order food or what?" Josh waves around his arm dramatically.

"Already did," Danny smiles "We got everyone what they normally get. Calm down, diva." A smirk grows on your face and you turn to Josh, sending a soft jab into his side with your elbow. Finally, you get a small grin out of him "There's my favorite smile! I missed it." You come down to lay a peck against his dimple.

"Okay so.. we're riding with Sam? Aaand Danny's riding with Jakey?" You look at each of the boys before turning your attention to Sam. "Who's we?" Sam quirks a brow, and then not even a second after a look of realization washes over his face. "Oh no. No no no. I will not be driving while you two practically fuck in my backseat because you can't wait seven fucking minutes."

"Oh come on, Sam. You really are jealous huh?" You quip, ruffling his hair. "How about this. I'll sit in the front with you and Josh can sit in the back?" Sam's expression softens at your suggestion, but of course, he still puts on a fight "You guys have two different houses don't you? I don't see why I have to drive both of you."

"We're both going to my place. His car's there," you smugly smile, innocently tucking your hands behind your back like a little girl. "Fine." Your grin widens and you get a sinister idea "I gotta go to the bathroom I'll be right back."

You practically skip to the women's restroom and retrieve your phone from your pocket. Slipping into a stall, you open your camera app before pulling the top of your shirt down past your breasts. You'd put on your baby blue, see-through lingerie you knew Josh liked tonight, and you were going to make him suffer for as long as possible.

Fluffing up your hair, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and take a few pictures before adjusting your clothes and walking out to fix your appearance.

"There she is. We got the food," Josh smiles, calmer than before but the embarrassingly large tent in his pants proves he's no less aroused. "Good. I have a surprise for you later," you smirk, laying a hasty peck on his lips and walking to the booth.

Everyone takes their time eating, you and Josh, on the other hand, finish your food in an instant. You try not to show any sign of disparity, but the way you find yourself a little more excited to get home than you should quickly humble you.

"Jesus. What did you two do to be so hungry?" Danny chuckles through his words, looking between yours and Josh's trash. "I have an idea," Jake smirks, a smug look playing on his features as he drives an elbow into his twin's side.

"Oh shit," Sam interrupts Josh and Jake's bickering, looking down at his phone with furrowed brows. "Hey, I gotta leave like right now. I gotta wake up pretty early and I didn't even realize the time."

Your cheeks flush with a deep red tint, instantly turning your head to look at Josh and trying to hide the smile growing on your lips. "Well, I guess we're going too," you stand up, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder with a smile.

"Bye, guys. Love you," you and Josh take turns giving Danny and Jake a hug before following suit after Sam.

"Can I at least get aux?" You catch up to Sam, taking his arm in your hands and shaking it. "Nope."

Sam opens the door for you before rounding the car to the driver's side "Your place?" You hum and nod your head, reaching over to turn up the jazz Sam had put on.

About a minute into the drive, you pull your phone from your purse and turn your brightness fully down, your cheeks burning up as you press on Josh's contact. Your hands tremble with anticipation, shaky hands opening your camera roll and sorting out the best picture to send him.

Finally, you decide on your favorite and start to type a message.

You: [1 attachment]

You: surprise ;)

In the rearview, you watch his phone illuminate his face with the notification, then his eyes widening as he opens the message.

Josh is typing...

You're met with nothing. You look back up to the rear view, his dark hungry eyes already fixated on you. Your eyes scan Josh's body as Sam yaps about something to do with the song playing.

"We're here," Sam wraps his arm around the back of the passenger seat. Your head shoots up to look out the window, being met with the familiar setting of your home "Thanks for the ride, Sammy. Love you!"

"Y/N what the fuck was that?" Josh practically stomps up to you. "I told you I had a surprise," you try not to giggle as you fish your keys from your purse, taking your sweet time to get the door open. Josh's hands find your waist, pressing his hard cock into your ass and burying his head into your hair "You're only making me suffer, mama, seriously."

"Oh, believe me, I pity you, love," you walk through the door and turn to face him "your poor cock. You were just so fucking hard back there." His hands sneak up to your waist, slamming the door behind him and pulling you into him. "But it's just so addicting to watch you all flustered and worked up."

"Fuck you're so hot," Josh tucks a loc of hair behind your ear as you let your bag drop to the floor. "Yeah? Did you like that picture I took for you?" You bring your hands up to his chest "You know I don't do that often."

Josh buries his face into your neck and hums against the soft skin. "Fuck you could be a movie star with a body like that," he speaks through wet kisses to your neck. "And in my favorite lingerie," his hands find their way to your ass, softly kneading the supple skin through your jeans.

As your lips hungrily find his, one of the hands on his chest sneaks down to rest on his impossibly hard bulge, a whine falling past his lips at the lightest touch. "C'mon, sit down baby," you pull back and grab his wrist, moving him to the couch and pushing him to sit down.

You drop to your knees in front of him, smoothing your hands over his legs "You need it so bad, don't you? How bad do you need it love?" A deep hum rumbles up from his chest and his legs involuntarily twitch. "So bad, mama. I need you so bad. Your fucking body. Need to feel you."

"Sweet boy," you smile and kiss his clothed knee. Slowly, your hands come up to toy with the button of his pants, Josh's head falling back slightly and his eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.

You've decided you let him wait long enough, wasting no time to unbutton and unzip his pants before slowly pulling them off his ankles. Taking your time, you press kisses to each knee, then draw a line of kisses up his thigh till you meet the hem of his boxers.

The sight is pitiful, his cock straining painfully against his boxers as he waits as patiently as he possibly can for you to touch him. "Pull them down. I wanna watch you do it," you speak lowly, looking up at him through your lashes.

In an instant, his trembling hands find the waistband of his boxers and hastily pull them down. The sight of his desperate cock springing free and softly slapping against his abdomen drives you mad, your heat undeniably soaked.

"Fuck," you mutter "touch yourself. Be gentle. slow." Your hungry eyes stay fixated on his cock, watching intently as he collects precum with his thumb and starts to stroke his length at a painfully slow pace. Resisting the incredible urge to touch yourself, you lift your hands to cup his hot face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"That's it, love. Just like that. I'm sorry you have to wait so long. You can touch me soon, just be patient, baby," your thumb continues to rub his burning cheek while your eyes stay focused on his cock.

"Okay. My turn," you move your hands from his face, dragging them down his torso till they finally reach where he needs your touch the most. Almost immediately, your hand grasps the base of his cock before you lean down to spit on his pretty pink tip.

You spread your saliva around his length with your palm, a low groan bubbling up from his chest followed by a breathy moan. You set a slightly faster pace, purely out of sympathy for the poor boy.

The faster you go, the more noises Josh struggles to contain, each one enabling you and flowing through your ears like music. Unable to wait any longer, you curl your lips around his angry tip, lapping your tongue over his slit.

"Fuck mama keep doing that, don't stop," Josh whines, throwing his head back and grasping at your couch cushion, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth. You start to slightly bob your head up & down, your tongue still taunting his cock.

You can tell he's near the edge, and you're not gonna let him cum just yet. You let go of him completely, a squeaky whine falling from his mouth at the loss of contact. "You can't cum. Not yet. C'mon, Let's go to my room."

Silently, Josh gets up and follows suit behind you, letting you lead the way to your bedroom. Slamming the door behind him, Josh instantly finds your lips, taking you into a lustful kiss as his hard cock presses against your thigh. You swallow thickly against Josh's mouth, the feeling of his cock against you making you wanna give in.

"Fuck Josh, you're making this really hard for me, y'know that?" Your hand comes up to tangle itself in the curls of the back of his head. "Is that a bad thing?" He hums against your skin, pulling you closer to him and pressing painfully against your inner thigh.

Finally, you manage to find the strength to pull back from his intoxicating lips "Get on the bed." Josh does just as you say, climbing onto your bed and resting back against the bedpost, his cock sitting up nice and pretty for you. Soon after him, you climb up on the front of your bed, crawling up to him and straddling his thighs.

You make sure to put on a show of taking your clothes off, a grin growing on Josh's lips as you slowly take off your top. He helps you with your jeans, throwing them to the floor and leaving you in just your bra and panties. "You're so gorgeous.." his hands rest on your waist, admiring how you look in the baby blue lingerie.

Your cheeks tint pink and you try to hide the smile playing on your features, you're always unable to stay serious around Josh. Wordlessly, you come down to meet his throbbing cock, wasting no time taking him into your mouth. "Shit," Josh whines, throwing his head back and squeezing your waist before letting go to grasp onto the bedding.

Josh is typically a giving lover, so times like this when you got to be in his spot, always got you excited.

Your hands come up to grasp his thighs, squeezing the flesh as you take him almost fully into your mouth. Trying your best to ignore the intense throb between your legs, you focus on what elicits the loudest whines or whimpers from him. You focus on getting him off as fast as possible.

His hips involuntarily buck up into your mouth, despite his desperate attempts to keep control. Fortunately, you knew his body well enough to know the things that drive him crazy. "Oh god, Y/N," the pads of Josh's fingertips bury into your scalp, trying as hard as he can to resist the urge to grab your head and push your mouth down along his length.

You let go of one of his thighs to toy with the base of his cock and you hear his breath hitch in the back of his throat. Your eyes flick up to his, if there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Josh loves eye contact. You keep your eyes on him, a smile growing on your face as you continue to stroke his length with your hand and bob your head up & down.

It doesn't take long before he's twitching in your mouth, loud strings of whimpers flying from his mouth each second. Once again, you pull yourself away from him completely. "Mama please," Josh breathes out, a thin layer of sweat causing his face to glisten in the dim room.

"Patience, baby."

You shift to be hovering over him, cupping his flushed red face and coming down to kiss his plush red lips. Josh wraps his arms around your waist, dragging his hands along the curve of your back and then up to bury into your hair, deepening the kiss.

A low groan bubbles up from deep within his chest as you start to grind against him, your barely clothed ass rubbing against his length.

"Mama.." he wines as your kisses travel down to his neck. You hum against the soft skin of his neck, wordlessly asking what he wants, even though you know full and well what he wants.

"Y/N, please- shit," Josh's hips buck up against your ass as you grind against him. You simply ignore him, continuing to kiss over his neck and collarbones.

Josh grabs your hips, a whimper falling past his lips as he thrusts up once again against your ass. "Josh," you whisper "hands off. Be a good boy." With a quiet whine, he lets go of you.

You move back to where you previously were, drawing a line of kisses down his body as you go. "Josh, can you do me a favor, love?" you kiss his tummy, completely avoiding his cock. Josh hums in response, his pretty brown eyes staring into yours. "Put your hands behind your back for me."

With a huff, he slides his hands underneath his back. "So good, baby," you taunt him, running your hands up and down his thighs as you suck new hickeys on his tummy. "Y/N..." He sighs, his hips slightly wiggling, his cock begging for release.

Finally, you give in, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping slowly. A squeaky noise flies past his lips, so sensitive from the intense anticipation. The pace of your hand speeds up, and you begin to swirl your hand around his length.

"Oh shit," Josh groans, his hips faltering as he tries to stop himself from bucking up into your hand. Slowing down the pace of your hand, you bring yourself down to lick a stripe up his length before taking him into your mouth.

Josh writhes beneath you, obviously uncomfortable with his hands behind his back "fuck." You hum against him, stroking him as you bring your head up and then back down. Josh chokes back squeaky breaths as you squeeze him, the velvety feeling of your tongue dragging along his length driving him crazy.

Your eyes flick up to his, a weak smile forming on his lips which is quickly covered up by his mouth falling open and brows knitting together once you take him fully in your mouth. Tears form in your eyes as you try to ignore your gag reflex, his cock twitching in your mouth serving as a sign that he's close. "Holy fucking-" Josh groans, throwing his head back and choking back whimpers.

Releasing him from your mouth with a pop, you speed up the pace of your hand, squeezing tighter and swirling your hand around him. "Come on, Josh. Don't hold back. Let me have it, baby," You come down to kitten lick his tip, something else you knew got him off quickly.

Josh's cock twitches in your hand one last time before ropes of ivory paint your face "Oh god- fuck." Your hand begins to slow down significantly, languidly swirling your hand around him to help him ride out the high. The next few moments are simply you and Josh sitting in silence, Josh's heavy breathing being the only noise in the room.

"Okay, you can take your hands out now. You're being so good for me," you kiss the raw bruises on his his tummy before sitting up.

"Watch me," you demand, wiping some of the slick off your face and bringing it to your lips, licking your fingers clean. Josh lets out a low groan at the sight, his eyes even darker than before. A giggle escapes your lips as you move yourself further up his body, now your cunt being just above his cock.

Looking deeply into his eyes, you bring your hand back up to your face and wipe off the rest of the ivory slick. With your other hand, you move your panties to the side.

You watch his eyes widen and pupils dilate as you bring your hand down to your heat. You're unable to hold back the weak moan that falls past your lips when you spread the slick through your folds and around your entrance. There's no denying that you were desperately aroused. You needed him just as bad as he did you.

"Oh- my god," you slip a finger inside your now lubricated entrance, pumping in & out a few times before hovering over his cock. You look into Josh's heavy eyes, grasping the base of his cock and flicking his sensitive tip over your clit.

His hands reach out to the clasp of your bra, but you slap his hand away before he can get it undone. "Hm mm," you shake your head "These are your favorite, right? You're gonna watch me. You're gonna watch me ride you and you can't take these off or look at anything but me. Got it?"

His cheeks flush a crimson shade and a large smirk plays on his lips, nodding gently. You smile and come down to kiss him just before you prepare to sink down onto him.

Grasping onto his shirt, you take a deep breath and line yourself up with his tip, slowly letting him fill you up completely. "Oh fuck," you whimper, your eyes instinctively clamped shut as you lift your hips up ever so slightly and bring them back down.

"Y/N.." Josh whimpers, his head thrown back "fuck you feel so good." You don't respond, he just feels so good. As you lift your hips and come back down you feel every inch of his cock, every detail and vein. It's sinful.

"Oh," Josh groans once your hips begin to roll. "Fuck you're so good for me," you moan, lifting your hips and rolling them as you come back down, clenching as hard as you can around his cock.

Something you love is how unafraid Josh is to put that incredible voice to use. If he feels good, he'll vocalize it. He was a little hesitant at first, but he quickly picked up on how hard you'd cum whenever he was whining in your ear.

You stretch your arms out behind you, leaning back and letting his thighs hold your weight as you ride him. "Holy shit," you whimper, your eyes shut so tight it's as if they're sewn together.

A hushed whimper of your name escapes Josh's mouth as you stop lifting yourself completely, simply just rolling your hips and clenching around him. "Oh- does it feel good, baby? Do you like that?" You breathe, hardly able to get the sentence out without a moan ripping through your chest.

"Mhm," Josh hums, instinctively grabbing your hips and resting his hands there, your pace starting to speed up significantly. "Oh fuck me," Josh groans, desperately fighting the way his eyes involuntarily start to shut.

"You're being so good, Josh. Keep your eyes on me, love," you moan out, starting to lift your hips the tiniest bit. You throw your head back and your jaw falls slack, Josh's body taking over every thought you once had.

You force your head back up to look at him, your faces mirroring each other's and you realize neither of you are gonna last much longer. Once again you start to lift your hips, your orgasm manifesting its way into your stomach, that coil of pleasure tightening.

"Fuck. Oh fuck-" Josh groans as your walls squeeze and quiver around him, reaching up to cup your face. You lean into his touch, letting him bring you down to touch foreheads with him.

You nod against his head, squeaky noises escaping both of your mouths as you breathe each other in, completely taken by the pleasure. "Holy fucking- shit Y/N," a squeaky whine slips out of Josh's lips, his hands moving to grab your ass.

"Y/N I'm gonna-" you cut him off with a kiss. "I know, me too baby me too," you moan into his mouth, squeezing down as hard as you can.

"Mama I'm there I'm gonna-" Josh fails to finish his sentence, breathy moans falling from his mouth accompanied by strings of profanities. "Give it to me, baby. C'mon," you moan, breathing in every single one of Josh's breaths.

With one final groan from Josh, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your insides, the feeling causing your head to spin.

"Fuck fuck fuck," you moan, your eyes clamping shut as your orgasm rushes through your body, that coil in your tummy finally snapping. White, burning hot pleasure travels through every vein in your body and completely takes over your thoughts and senses.

With a heaving chest, you open your eyes and lift your head ever so slightly to look at Josh. His eyes are still shut, his jaw still slack, and his pretty pink cheeks glistening with sweat. The sight is something you wish you could get tattooed in your brain, and you can't help but giggle.

"What?" A smile forms on his lips, finally opening his eyes one at a time. "Nothing. You just look so pretty," you smile, coming down to kiss his swollen red lips. "Yeah well soak it up because next time it's gonna be me on top of you." You giggle at his statement, sitting up and sucking in a hiss as he helps you off of him, juices running down your thigh and his cock.

"That just means you're gonna be in charge of the clean up next time."

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[builtbykittie]

oh. my. god

[builtbykittie]

Thirst

J.T.K x f!reader

Summary: you lose your friends at a party, the unfamiliar setting sending you into a panic. Giving up your search, you meet someone very peculiar...

Warnings: 18+, VAMP JAKE, mentions of alcohol, blood, portrayal of fear, injury & pain, blood feeding, SMUT, public sex, oral (f & m rec), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, choking, anything else I forgot

Words: 5.8k

A/N: happy Halloween to all that celebrate! In honor of one of my favorite times of the year, I give you a spooky Jake smut. Enjoy!

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A chill creeps its way up your spine as the crisp October weather nips at your skin. "Can't tell which one it is can you?" You jest, shutting the car door behind you and staring at the large house decorated with countless Halloween props, loud music booming inside.

Your friends had plans to go to a party just outside of your city for Halloween. You originally said no but they inevitably convinced you. Apparently one of them knew the host of the party, but of course, you were still suspicious regardless of who knew who.

Large animatronics greet you on your way to the front door, anxiety settling in as you get a glimpse of everybody through the window. Suck it up. It's just a party, what's the worst that could happen?

If you're being honest with yourself, a lot could happen. It is Halloween, after all.

Going against all of your ethics, you walk through the door. Just as you expected there is not a single face you recognize and your group splits up, all going their separate ways. You knew you shouldn't have come.

Instant regret takes over your head and a lump forms in your throat. You can't leave because you didn't even take your car and you don't know anyone that could drive almost an hour just to come get you and drop you back off at your house. You decide a drink could be the best therapy right now.

As you walk through the main room, you lock eyes with a man leaning back against the wall, alone and observing the party. You watch as his tired eyes light up and he stands straight before you look away.

To your misfortune, the kitchen is completely crowded, you're unable to even see the counters. "Excuse me," you try your best to get past the crowd of people in costumes. After no one hears you, you say it again, then again.. and after trying over and over to get past everyone you realize it's no use. Why is nobody listening?

You grow frantic, scanning for any familiar faces. None. You ask countless people if they've seen your friends, giving them the best description you could possibly give, but to no avail. Finally giving up, you spot the patio door and make a beeline straight to it.

The second the cold air hits your skin goosebumps cover your body, nobody else in sight. Odd... Falling into the chair behind you, your eyes flutter shut. By the time you sit down, it's nearly 11:30 p.m. and you're undeniably tired.

You're not positive how much time has passed since you sat down, but you know it's time to get up once you find yourself dozing off. Looking into the party, you dread going back in, so you don't. Is it kinda crazy to be hopping a fence in a vampire dress at eleven at night? Absolutely. Do you care? Not even a little.

Silently thanking the universe that you learned how to hop a fence at a young age, you take your shoes off and throw them over the fence, stepping on the wire and hopping over. As you're getting over the fence, the wire snags your dress and cuts into the meat of your thigh.

The sudden pain causes you to fall over, luckily you hold your arms out to break the fall, but not without tiny rocks and sticks penetrating your skin. "Shit!" You cry, and shakily brush the dirt from your body, hot tears burning at your waterline as you put your shoes back on. This night truly cannot get any worse.

The sound of leaves cracking underneath footsteps interrupts your moment of self-pity, your head darting up faster than the blink of an eye. Your mind races, tears beginning to stream down your hot cheeks as you prepare for the worst.

A relatively shorter figure turns the corner to find you, curled up on the ground with blood trickling down your thigh. "Woah are you okay?" The stranger's low raspy voice speaks from where he stands, slowly stepping forward. "Um.. yeah," you nearly whisper, but the way your voice shakes and cracks proves that you're the opposite of okay.

"Please, let me help," he insists, still taking languid steps to make sure he doesn't startle you. All you can do is nod, accepting your fate. You're never one to trust a stranger, let alone a guy, but you're desperate.

He slowly extends his right arm, patiently holding it out for you. You take his hand, surprisingly calloused fingers holding tightly onto your wrist. "I'm Jacob," he softly grunts as he swiftly pulls you up "Well, Jake."

As you rise to your feet, his face becomes clearer, the moon shining just enough light for you to be able to scan his features. The same man you saw in the house earlier. The first thing you notice is his perfectly plump lips, then his sharp cheekbones, his eyebrows slightly knitted together in worry. The longer you look, the more you fall for him. You absolutely do not believe in love at first sight, but he might just be an exception.

However, you do notice something else. He looks sick.

You brush it off as makeup and pat yourself down "Thank you, I'm Y/N." Jake sends you a tight-lipped grin as you both begin to take steps forward "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"Oh, it's stupid. My friends took me here but left me and I know nobody so I snuck out the back," you swipe away the tears from your cheeks and jawline. His eyebrows furrow and he brings his fingers to his chin "So how'd you get all... messy?" You feel his eyes linger on the large cut down your thigh, blood still trickling out.

"Well... I decided I didn't wanna go back in there, so I tried to hop the fence." A hushed chuckle leaves his lips and you start to realize just how dumb you sound, blood quickly rushing to your cheeks. "I know it's dumb I should've just gone through the house..." you trail off, bringing your cold scraped hands up to your hot face.

"Oh darling, I understand," he grasps the metal fence, opening it for you and placing his hand on the small of your back as he follows you out of the front yard. Darling. Replaying the word in your head, your tummy fills with butterflies fluttering around in your tummy. Knock it off. He's a stranger.

"Can you drive?" His hand never leaves its place on your back. "Considering the fact I didn't drink... I'd say yeah," you kick a rock as you both walk away from the house "but I don't have my car." Suddenly it grows eerily silent, and you become aware of a forest ahead. "Good."

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, turning to face him. "Can I show you something?" He reaches out to grab your wrist, but you dodge. Fear courses through veins, you frantically look around, searching for anyone to be your knight in shining armor.

"Uh.. my friends are probably looking for me," you smile, hesitantly stepping back. "You sure? Because last time I was in there nobody knew who you were..." Jake steps closer to you, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

Your own eyes widen as you look around you, without much thought you remove your heels and dart off into the woods.

You run and run until you absolutely cannot push yourself any further. Collapsing against a tree, you drop your heels, letting the tree hold your weight as you sob into your hands. For a minute, you believe you've lost him, struggling to catch your breath as sobs leave your body.

You're proven wrong as you hear the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. A sick, gut wrenching fear manifests it's way into your stomach, twisting your insides. Your heart races and tears flow from your eyes like melting wax on a burning candle. At this point, you're ready to give up.

Jake takes slow steps toward you, as he approaches, he brings his hand up to your waist. He firmly squeezes the meat of your waistline, shooting a sharp pain into your side as he pulls you into him. "Look at me," he demands, his voice low and raspy.

You listen, not just out of fear for your life, but also curiosity. Your eyes flick up to his, wide and fearful as they dart across his face. His other hand grabs your hair in a ponytail "I know you're scared baby, I don't blame you."

Silent sobs leave your body in a mix of fear, confusion, anger, and something else you can't quite put your finger on. Jake violently pulls your head to the side, revealing your neck to him "I'm not gonna hurt you, I don't want to. I promise."

You try your best to keep your crying unknown, but it's no use. Your chest bounces and choked noises escape from your lips. Jake lets go of your hair, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "Oh please, don't cry," he begs, cleaning up your smudged mascara before coming down to lick the tears from your face. Your brows furrow at the act, but you'd be dead lying if you said you didn't half enjoy it.

His face lingers near yours, your eyes darting all over his face. By now, you are strictly breathing in each other's breaths "Do you want to kiss me?" Your breath hitches in your throat at the question, his face inching even closer than before. It's as if your body is betraying you, you're unable to say anything even if you tried.

If you didn't want to, you'd pull away.

Finally, you manage to nod. A small tight-lipped smile plays on his lips "I have something first..." Confusion and anticipation swirl through your head, you quirk an eyebrow as you wait for what's next.

He doesn't speak, instead, bearing his teeth and dragging two pointed teeth along your lower lip. Your eyes widen and your heartbeat speeds to an impossible pace. There's no way.

Slowly and painfully he begins to sink them into the flesh of your red lips just far enough to create two beads of blood. You suck in a quick gasp as he licks the wounds before pressing his lips against yours. A tingly feeling becomes evident in your stomach and you find yourself oddly aroused by the situation.

"Holy shit. Jake. You're-" he cuts you off, his lips crashing against yours.

You lift your arms, grasping onto the back of his head and pushing him into you. The sting of his lips pressing against the fresh cuts on yours is so deliciously painful. Nothing about this is right.

His hands come up to grope your ass, eliciting a desperate whine into his mouth. You pull him even closer, letting him walk you backward into a tree, never breaking contact. The throb between your legs becomes unbearable as you bury your fingers into his scalp and Jake tugs on your hair.

"Y/N, there's a reason I chose you tonight," his hands sneak around your body, smoothing over the swell of your breasts. Jake groans as he feels your stiffened nipples under his palms. "Why's that?" You mutter, your voice hushed and sultry as your hands begin to wander all over his body, your lips pressed to his jawline.

"Because you were the most beautiful thing to walk through that door," he breathes, slotting a knee between your thighs and grasping your waist. You can't help but let out a tiny moan and pull his face towards you, desperately missing the contact. He pulls back, keeping you still against the tree by your waist "The moment I saw you I knew I'd have you." Jake's strength is unbelievable. You cannot move at all, you're all but squirming as you try to touch him.

"Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?"

The question shocks you and before you can think you begin to nod, then shake your head no, then you nod again. As you're granted his mouth on yours, you slip your tongue between his lips, dragging it over his teeth and pricking it on his canine's. Jake hums against your tongue, pulling away and wrapping one hand around your neck "I gotta hear you say it, darling." You swallow thickly against his neck, discomfort creeping up your throat as he gently squeezes.

"Yes," you whine, your fingers massaging his scalp as you try your hardest to kiss him "Please." He licks up your jawline and peppers kisses to the area. You snake your arm down to his abdomen and untuck his shirt, the tips of your fingers creeping up under the fabric.

He drops his hand and a sharp sting burns on your neck, sucking in a loud gasp and clamping your eyes shut as you realize he's biting you. The pain only lasts a few moments before he withdrawals from you, lapping at the wounds.

Suddenly he slaps your hand away from his torso and sinks down, dragging his calloused fingers down your bare thighs. "Jake what are you-" you're shushed, shock coursing through your veins as his hot breath fans over the deep cut on your thigh.

You throw your head back and let out a cry through gritted teeth in agony as he points his tongue, cleaning the blood from your wound.

"Shit! Jake, fuck," You wail, the pain numbing your body and your vision going blurry. After the blood is cleaned, Jake leans back and places kisses to each wound, a sharp pain shooting up your leg at each peck. "You're delicious, love," he praises "and I haven't even gotten to the best part."

A rush of exhilaration surges through your veins, your insides feeling as if they've just burst into flames. "Please," is all you can muster as Jake starts to draw a line of kisses up your thigh and then down the other. "Patience, love."

You roll your eyes dramatically and sigh, your head spinning as you wait for his next move. Jake continues to draw slow lines of pecks all over your legs as his hands find their place under the skirt of your dress. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest once his cold fingers reach your panties, his hands resting just on top of your hips.

"You're such a good girl. Being so still and quiet for me," Jake speaks through kisses to your legs that are moving higher and higher by the second. You fight the urge to say something, instead letting him lead the way. At this point you're so wound up that just a slight touch to your heat might drive you mad.

His hands slide down, snagging on your thong and tugging them down. "Shit," Jake groans "Lace?" You can't see his face, but you know he's looking up to you, and your cheeks burn up.

"I- it's just- they're the only clean ones I had..." You stammer, tucking your hair away from your face. "Don't lie to me, baby," Jake smooths his hands over your thighs before bringing one up with a slap against your ass. "I'm not. I- I promise," you lie, chewing on your nails.

Jake simply ignores you, pulling your panties down to your ankles and hiking your dress up past your core.

"Oh baby, you just wanted your pretty little pussy to get a little attention tonight, huh?" He taunts you, bringing his thumb up to your slit and collecting juices. A breathy moan slips out of your lips, your hands involuntarily flying to his hair. Just that interaction alone was enough to make you squirm.

"Mhm..." you can't seem to lie any longer, as if he's forcing you to tell the truth. Jake lays a kiss on the very top of your clit, a shock of electricity flowing through your body. "Yeah, how long has it been since someone fucked you right?"

Just as you go to speak, a moan rips through your chest. Jake drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal all over. "I don't- don't know," you whimper as you melt into his touch, throwing your head back into the tree behind you.

Jake continues to tease you, pressing featherlight kisses to your slit. "M'gonna fuck you so good baby," he speaks through kisses down your inner thigh "make you forget anybody you've had before me."

His words only make you ache even more, your clit crying out to be touched. "Then do it, Jake," you whine "please." You hear a low snicker below you, Jake snakes his hands up your thighs and squeezes rather harshly "beg."

"Please Jake, please touch me. Make me forget everyone who came before you. Make me yours, please," you pet his hair as you speak, so incredibly aroused you can't think of anything but Jake's body. "Atta girl," he whispers lowly, a groan rumbling out from his chest as he breathes over your throbbing cunt.

Jake brings himself incredibly close to your heat, at this point, you're so aroused it's almost painful. Jake begins to kitten lick your incredibly hard clit, and you fight the incredible urge to push his face into you. "So fucking wet," Jake groans, your arousal glistening in the moonlight. "Jake, please... I- I can't," you cry, unable to wait any longer.

Without warning, Jake sucks your clit into his mouth. "Oh- oh fuck," you throw your head back, involuntarily bucking your hips. The velvety feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit as he hums against you is pure pleasure. Just as you get used to his mouth on you, his fingers come up to toy with your entrance, a loud desperate moan tumbling out of your lips.

You're so focused on the pleasure, that you nearly forget that you're in the middle of a forest "Somebody's gonna hear you, baby.." Your head begins to spin once again as you imagine someone hearing you, finding yourself suddenly enjoying yourself even more. "Fuck. You're filthy," Jake speaks lowly with a grin just before continuing his attack on your clit, still just teasing your entrance.

The feeling of his calloused fingers toying with your weeping cunt as his tongue circles around your swollen clit draws you closer and closer to the edge. Your head hangs down as your arms instinctively fly to his head, gently pushing him into you. Jake fights against your hands, a weak whimper flying out of your mouth as he shoves two fingers into you.

"Don't do that," he nips at your thigh "Be a good girl and put your hands behind your back for me." His fingers never stop, viciously ramming up into you as he speaks. You do just as he commanded, reluctantly holding your hands behind your back and struggling to stay inconspicuous.

Jake starts to kitten lick your swollen clit, choked moans fall from your lips as you feel your orgasm approach. Your knees buckle and you writhe against him, his fingers curling up and hitting every single spot just right.

"Oh fuck- right there.. right there," you whine, squirming above him. Just then, he pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth. You let out a cry at the loss of your approaching climax, watching in disbelief as he licks your juices clean from his hand. A guttural groan bubbles up from deep within his chest at the taste, and for a fleeting moment you swear you saw his eyes glow a dark crimson red.

"What the fuck?" You whine, your brows furrowed as he rises to his feet. Jake brings his face to your ear and licks at your neck, his hot breath feeling as if it's burning into your skin "I wanna make you fall apart. Wanna make you so fucking wet for me. I know what I'm doing, just trust me, baby."

You have no choice but to trust him, afraid that if you say something you'll be robbed of the perfect orgasm again. You don't know what to do, your heart pounding in anticipation as his lips drag along your neck. "I want you to take me," he whispers between heavy breaths "Take me right here. Like the fucking slut I know you are."

Your heart skips a beat and you hear your heartbeat in your ears "You're so fucking good. Touch me, darling. Do whatever you please with me." Your stomach flutters, your arms moving before you can even think about what you're doing.

Your fingers find his pants, tracing the hem with your index finger before slightly dipping it in. With your other arm, you pull him into you and smash your lips against his. Impatiently unzipping his pants, you push them down as soon as you get the chance.

You don't even try to hold back or act calm, you're finally getting what you so desperately want. Anticipation courses through your veins as your fingers dance along the hem of his boxers, a deep groan tumbling from his lips and into your mouth once you dip two fingers in.

Your cold fingers nearly burn against his skin, your other arm still wrapped around him and buried deep in the tresses of his hair. Finally, you manage to wrap your hand around him, a deep moan escaping your mouth as you feel him pulsate against you.

You push his boxers down, meeting his pants at his feet. Another deep groan rumbles up from his chest as his cock springs free, his tip brushing against the fabric of your dress. Without a second thought, you drop to your knees, your hands instantly coming up to fondle his base.

Jake sucks in a sharp breath, obviously very pleasantly surprised. The ache between your legs grows even more as you hold him in both of your hands. He has the most perfect cock. He's the perfect length and girth, more than enough to fill you up completely.

Knocking yourself out of the trance his cock has you in, you spit on his length and start to stroke him at a painfully slow pace. You'd get him back for earlier, for robbing you of what you needed so badly.

Jake's hips begin to buck into your hand as you continue that same pace from earlier, desperate groans bubbling up from his chest. "Fuck- I'm not stupid," Jake murmurs, sending another involuntary thrust of his hips into your hand.

You ignore his statement, a devilish smile playing on your lips as you begin to tug on him, your thumb brushing over his slit. Breathy moans flow freely from his mouth in a mix of frustration and pleasure. You come down to draw a line of kisses down his length, lifting him slightly to lick a stripe up to his tip from underneath.

You don't break contact with him, continuing to tease his tip with kisses and kitten licks all while stroking him as slow as you possibly can. You nearly break him, slight noises spewing from his mouth as he continues to fuck himself into your hand harder and sloppier.

That is until he digs his fingers into your scalp, grabbing a bunch of hair and pulling you back. Tears prick at your waterline as he begins to pull you up by your hair, a loud yelp slipping past your swollen lips. "You fucking whore," Jake growls, letting go of your hair and pulling you into him by your waist with an iron-clad grasp.

"Please," you whimper, taking the opportunity to grind your body against his. Without another word, he's flipping you around with a grunt and throwing you into the tree. You throw your arms out and catch yourself on the tree, your palms throbbing as you scrape them even more.

A moan rips through your chest and for some sick reason, you find yourself even more turned on than before, if it's possible. "Fuck, baby. You like that? Do you like being hurt?" Jake's upper body is flush against your back, a chill sneaking up your body as he whispers in your ear.

You've never considered yourself a masochist, let alone someone who enjoys pain in general, but for Jake, you might be. Before you can fully process the question, you frantically nod your head. Jake presses his palm against your back, pushing you down and forcing you to bend over.

Your back arches slightly, allowing yourself to put on a show for him as you swivel your hips. The anticipation is too much, the feeling of his rough hands hiking up your dress and smoothing over your ass sending you into a frenzy. "You wanna be fucked so bad don't you pretty?" He slaps your ass, the other hand coming around your body and finding your heat.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Jake snarls, bending slightly to whisper in your ear. "M'gonna make you mine," his voice is low and gravely, a whine leaving your lips at the statement.

You hang your head as you wait, the throb between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. Jake's hand is still toying with your soaked pussy, his rough fingers running through your incredibly slick folds. "Jacob..."

"What is it?" He knows exactly what you want, simply just teasing to worsen your suffering. "Jake please," you whimper, trying your very best to keep calm "Make me yours." You hear a deep snicker from behind you, a shock of electricity flowing through your body as he begins to drag his tip through your cunt.

You push yourself back onto him, not at all expecting him to push into you. "Oh fuck," you cry, feeling every inch of him as he so deliciously stretches you out. "Shit- you feel so fucking good," he snarls, his hips faltering slightly as he begins to find the perfect rhythm.

Jake's hand comes in contact with your clit, sending your head flying back with a string of hushed curses at the feeling. He doesn't hold back, the skin of his thighs clashing with the backs of yours, the hand not toying with your sensitive clit slapping your ass before returning to its place on your hip.

The pattern Jake has set is so rough yet so sweet. His hips roll as they thrust into you relentlessly while his other hand babies your swollen bud. "Do you like this?" Jake grunts, punctuating each word with an intoxicating thrust.

"Like- fuck- like what?" You stutter, pushing yourself with your hands to fuck yourself back onto him even harder. "Being treated like a slut out here in the open," he growls "Anyone can walk in and see us. Anyone can hear you moan for me like a little whore."

His words mixed with the rhythm of his hips and the way his fingers dance along your clit elicit sick noises you didn't even know you could make. "Mhm..." You moan, clawing at the bark of the tree to keep yourself as quiet as possible.

"Tell me how much you love it, darling," he rasps, and you can tell it's getting harder for him to form sentences. The hand at your hip finds its way to your neck, squeezing ever so gently and pulling you up into him.

You fail to form a sentence, his hand squeezing harder than before "go on, say it." All that comes out as you open your mouth is a pathetic squeal, bringing one hand off the tree to grasp the wrist around your throat.

"I love it, Jake," a cry of pleasure falling past your lips as he delivers a particularly sharp thrust into you "It's so fucking hot." His cock lit the embers deep within you, a fire sparking in your core as he buries himself so far inside you.

His hand keeps its grip around your throat, the other still teasing your clit. "Oh, fuck!" You nearly shout, your thighs aching as you continue to fuck yourself onto him every chance you get. "You're a noisy little thing aren't you?" Jake grunts with every thrust, his hips beginning to falter.

You respond with an involuntary high-pitched moan, rolling your hips against his fingers. The fire inside you grows, flames dancing throughout your body and spreading to every limb. It's clear he loved to hear you, fucking harder into you with every peep from your mouth.

It felt almost as if he was made for you. As if he'd fucked you a thousand times before. You don't know if you could live without it after tonight.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, choked moans and squeals flowing freely from your lips. "You're so fucking hot," Jake rasps "so fucking warm and tight around my cock baby."

At this point you know you won't last much longer, the fire burning inside you beginning to violently dance around every inch of your body and the coil in your tummy tightening. "Jake I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a near shriek, completely blocking out your surroundings and focusing on nothing but Jake.

"You gonna cum, pretty? You gonna make a mess all over my cock?" He struggles to get the sentence out, his cock ramming so far into you it's nearly touching your cervix. "Yes. I'm so close..." It's getting harder and harder for you to breathe, Jake's hand keeping still against your throat.

"Fuck- cum for me, baby. C'mon," Jake coos, his hand rubbing rough, merciless circles into your clit as his cock hits a sweet spot with each and every thrust.

He feels like pure heaven, the sinful way he fucks so hard into you driving you straight to the edge. Your eyes clamp shut as you feel your orgasm creep up "fuck! Oh my god, fuck me." Suddenly, like harsh waves crashing against a shore, your orgasm fully takes over.

"That's it, baby. Fuck. Cum for me, just like that," Jake groans, delivering one final sharp thrust before his hot release spurts into you, painting your walls in ivory slick.

Jake's got you reduced to nothing but a whimpering, panting mess, and you love it.

It takes you a moment to come back to earth, Jake's cock still buried deep inside you. "You're such a good girl," his hands leave their place, coming to rest on the swell of your ass. You try to respond, but nothing comes out.

Jake lifts a hand and forces it down against your ass, the pads of his fingers massaging the supple flesh. A loud yelp flies last your lips at the contact, your body jutting forward.

"M'gonna pull out, okay?" He smooths his hand over the red skin of the back of your thighs, soothing the sting. You manage to mumble out an 'okay', clamping your eyes shut and practically holding your breath.

Sucking in a hiss, he pulls out, juices immediately dripping down your thigh. His hands grasp your waist, spinning you around to face him. "Touch yourself. Clean yourself up for me."

Your eyes blow wide at the command, but you do as he says anyway. Your clit is still wildly overstimulated, a whimper leaving your mouth at the slightest touch. You collect juices with your fingers, painfully spreading them all around your core.

"Jake I- I can't," you whine, your knees buckling as you press your fingers against your clit, your other arm grasping at the back of his neck for support. "Yes, you can. C'mon, be a good little slut," he presses, coming down to lay open-mouth kisses against your neck.

A cry leaves your lips, that same fire sparking again as you shove two fingers inside your entrance. Jake grabs your arm, pulling your fingers from yourself and bringing it to his lips. Slowly, he takes them into his mouth, his saliva cleaning the juices completely off your fingers.

"So fucking good. Now get on your knees," Jake demands "lick it off."

Again, you do as he says, sinking to your knees and grasping the base of his cock. You drag your tongue along his length from base to tip, licking every inch and making sure you got every last drop. "Atta girl."

Jake slowly helps you up, pressing your back against the tree and smashing his lips against yours. "Does it taste good baby?" Jake growls between kisses, massaging his fingers into your scalp. "Mhm," you whine, your arms wrapping around his body before he pulls back completely.

The two of you simply just look into each other's faces, breathing in the sweet taste and smell of sex that lingers in the air. "Let me take you home."

You simply just nod, Jake pulling his clothes back on as you grab your heels and slide your damp panties off your body. "So.. how does this work?"

"What?" Jake looks to you as the two of you begin walking back to the party.

"The whole... Vampire.. thing..." You trail off, looking down at the leaves crunching beneath both of your feet. You hear him chuckle to himself, amused by your curiosity.

"Y'know it's crazy how much people get wrong," he takes your hand in his "it's not a big deal, really. But if I go too long without specific needs, it could hurt me."

The two of you reach the entrance of the forest, street lights flickering along the road. When you look at him, he looks a lot more alive, significantly less tired and sick than earlier. "So... what, you feed with blood? That's kinda.. basic."

"Something like that, yeah. That and sex, basically," Jake laughs through his words, inching closer and closer to the party. "Sex?" You giggle, looking at him. "Yeah.. is something wrong with that?"

The two of you reach his car "No... I just didn't expect it." Jake opens the door for you, letting you slip in before shutting it and rounding the car to get in the driver's side.

"It's basically like.. energy feeding? It's hard to explain."

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"So you don't turn to dust in the sunlight?" You both laugh. "No. I don't even know where that came from.."

Jake's car slows to a stop "This it?" Apparently, you'd lost track of time because as you look out your window, you see your house. "Mhm," you get out of the car, walking up to the steps of your home and letting Jake meet you there.

He pulls you into a kiss "I hope you had fun tonight, darling." A large smile finds its way on your face "I did."

"Hey, uh... How can I see you again?"

"I was hoping you'd say that." Jake reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with his number already on it, and holding it out to you with a smile "Call me when you get lonely."

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[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

WHAT IN THE SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK

they played TOR???? I FEEL SO BETRAYED RIGHT NOW

[builtbykittie]

Electrified

S.F.K x f!reader

Summary: Escaping an uncomfortable situation at a party, you frantically look for your best friend, just to find he was also searching for you.

Warnings: 18+ per usual, alcohol consumption, SMUT, semi public sex, unprotected sex (y'all know better), this is literally just porn... nothing too crazy.

Words: nearly 4.5k

A/N: Ugh another Sam friends to lovers? Yes. This is a Taylor Swift inspired fic🥰. Every time I hear this song, I think of Sammy (despite the fact he hates pop music) So I finally wrote about it, enjoy! (Disclaimer I literally didn't edit this much at all & I'm so sorry)

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"Who are you trying to impress," Sam's eyes trace the shape of your body before looking back to the road. "Nobody," you fix the length of your dress in the passenger seat. "Why? You worried someone might try to take me home?" you smirk.

"Pfft, no," he rolls his eyes, thumbs drumming to the beat of the rock song piercing through your ears. "Then why do you care," you bicker with him as if you're siblings, trying to get each other as annoyed and worked up as possible.

The truth is, you couldn't care less if anyone else saw you. You only wanted Sam to see you, for some stupid reason. Sam is your best friend, and has been for years, so why would you even try to impress him? For the same reason everybody else tries to impress their person of choice, of course.

"Oh thank god. I'm saved!" Sam snickers as he pulls into his brother's crowded driveway. You giggle and roll your eyes "Sam you know I don't like parties, you're gonna have to deal with me eventually tonight."

"Yeah, well, I'm saved for now," he playfully grabs your knee and gives it a shake before pulling his seatbelt away from his body. "Oh shut up, you know you would gladly argue with me for hours," you unbuckle your own seatbelt, pushing the door open with your heel.

Sam helps you down from the passenger's seat, his large hand hovering over the small of your back, then gently grabbing your waist as you slip out of the seat until your heels touch the ground. "You got me," he grins. It's simple touches like these that keep you on your toes, a wave of electricity flowing through your body every. single. time.

You look around at the countless cars lined up in front of Josh's house, starting to grow anxious. "I'll be in there the whole time. If anything happens, just find me," Sam pats your back and gestures for you to follow him into his brother's house.

All you really want is to stay in and watch movies, but Sam wouldn't dare to miss his big brother's party, and you don't blame him.

Sam parts ways with you within just minutes of being in the house, instantly going to mingle with any person who catches his attention. You grow a little jealous, not just of the other people getting his attention but also of his social skills. You wish you could make conversation with people as effortlessly as he could, but instead, you hunt for any person you're relatively close with.

"Y/N!" You hear your name being called by a voice you could recognize from miles away. "Jake?" You locate him in just seconds, walking over and pulling him into a side hug. "You here with Sam?" Jake looks around for any sight of his younger brother.

"Yeah. He left me as soon as we got through the door," you smile, swinging your arm through the air as if to swat away a pesky fly. "Yeah.. Sam's an asshole," he laughs, but he can't seem to mask the look of concern playing on his features.

The unbearable sounds of Sam shouting with others only seem to make you more upset. You should be happy that your best friend can have fun and be himself, but it all just gets caught up in a fit of jealousy. "You don't need to worry about me. Do you know where Josh is?" You look around, having not seen Josh once at his own party.

"Hm, downstairs maybe. You know how Josh is, he's just trying to converse with everyone," you nod your head, giggling as you picture his adorable self going around to every single person here and making them feel welcome.

"Well, I'm gonna go look for him. I'll see you later," you wave, squeezing through and dodging everyone till you reach the stairs. There he is, his slim figure facing away from you as he talks to someone at the bottom of the stairs. You wait there only for a few seconds until Josh discovers you himself, swiftly making his way up the stairs "Y/N! When did you get here? Where's Sam?"

"There he is! We didn't show up too long ago. And Sam's gotta be around here somewhere." Josh pulls you into an embrace, stepping back and complimenting your dress. "Thanks, Sam didn't like it," you giggle "I gotta say, you always have the best parties. You truly are a man of many talents."

You and Josh are rudely interrupted by a woman's voice shouting your name, followed by a cold hand wrapping around your arm. Your brows furrow, giving Josh a puzzled look before turning around to meet eyes with a girl you knew, but not well enough.

She's obviously wasted, her eyes bloodshot, her skin a deep shade of crimson, not to mention the fact you can hardly understand her "I haven't seen you in forever!" You avoid any physical contact, lest she spills her drink on your brand new dress you'd spent all afternoon staring at yourself in. "Hey, Jen. Been a while, huh?" There's no doubt in your mind that this conversation would be 100% less painful if you had something in your system, but you were completely sober.

"Let me get you a drink," she pats your shoulder and gestures toward the counter that is littered with countless alcohol bottles, empty and full. It's as if she read your mind. You let out a sigh of relief, turning back to Josh but he's not there, and now you're surrounded by people you'd rather not be around.

Normally you wouldn't take a drink made by someone else, but these are Josh's friends, and Jen was 100% a girls girl. "Thank you," you take the drink from her hand, awkwardly sipping off the red solo cup filled with what tastes like a mix of vodka and cherry juice.

"We're playing games in the living room, you should come join," Jen grabs you, pulling you in the direction of the living room before you can even say anything.

"Oh no, I'm so bad at games, I'll just embarrass myself," you whine, but letting her drag you into the room of people nonetheless. "Not skill games, silly!" She points at everyone sitting in a circle, familiar faces looking up and insisting you to sit. It all feels so childish, like a bunch of high schoolers that got ahold of their parent's alcohol, playing games to get a rise out of each other.

You find Jake in the circle as well, a defeated smile on his face as he shrugs in your direction. "Fine," everyone cheers, scooting over to make room for you and the dark-haired girl next to you. Jake is sitting straight across from you, his sweet brown eyes calming you down and silently telling you to relax, to have fun.

You're not sure when, but at some point, the questions being asked have taken a sharp turn from being embarrassing yet harmless, to being strictly about the sex lives of everyone in the circle.

All color drains from your face as the bottle slows down, pointing straight at you. You already know the question is gonna be about you and Sam, it always is.

"Have you hooked up with Sammy yet? What's he like in bed?"

"I haven't... which is a surprise considering he'll take any girl home," you fail to hide the venom and jealousy that has laced your voice, everyone giggling and "ooh" ing like little children. "Just spin the damn bottle. I don't wanna hear about Sam's sex life anymore," Jake saves you from any more invasive questions, sending a wink in your direction.

You sit miserably through a couple more rounds and a few more drinks, the constant discussion of sex reminding you that you haven't gotten off in a while. You've been so busy for the past few days, you'd completely forgotten how long you've gone without a good orgasm.

Wetness in your panties becomes evident to you as you adjust your position. For every minute you sit there, the anticipation grows, your heart pounding and your hands trembling as you absent-mindedly search for Sam every other second. Your mind sifts through every possible affair, unsure of how to fix your problem. Do you relieve yourself in Josh's bathroom? Look for someone to go home with?

Finally, you stand up, your legs beginning to carry you away from the circle before your brain can even make a decision. "Excuse me," you ignore everyone's stares and questions, moving through the house as if you're on autopilot mode.

You still don't know where you're going, but when you find yourself subconsciously searching for Sam's face, it becomes apparent what you truly want. Now you're frantic, plowing through people and shamelessly calling his name. You're in a daze as you search every corner of Josh's house, not paying any care to how beside yourself you may look or how desperate you may sound to lingering guests.

Turning the corner to yet another crowded room, you run into someone's chest, exhilaration coursing through your veins and what's left of your inhibitions melting away as you realize it's Sam.

"Sam! I was looking everywhere for you!" you basically throw yourself onto him, smoothing your palms over his chest. "I was looking for you," his tone is sexy, hypnotizing sultry brown eyes stare into yours. You don't know if it's just the drinks, but there's a specific energy radiating off of Sam's warm body. If you stand there for long enough, breathing him in, you're sure that it will get you high.

An overwhelming feeling takes complete control over you, lifting yourself slightly to whisper in his ear "I need you, Sam." You shock yourself, unsure where your sudden bluntness came from.

You watch Sam's eyes widen and feel his chest rise and fall underneath your hands, his body growing unbelievably hot.

Sam's breath significantly picks up as you cup his face, rubbing your thumb across the warm surface. You back him into a dark part of the room, starting to press kisses against his neck.

He looks around in a panic, but luckily no one is looking "Y/N, we're leaving. Now." His lanky fingers wrap around your wrist, and he begins to pull you through the house, nearly running.

You both are far too turned on to say goodbye to anyone or pay attention to comments people make as you pass by. But to your misfortune, Josh stops you.

"Hey! Are you two leaving already?" Josh quirks an eyebrow as he notices something on Sam's neck, a smirk playing on his lips after connecting the dots. "Uh, yeah," Sam searches for an excuse "You know how she is with parties." Sam lifts your arm as you awkwardly smile beside him.

"Okay, well, it was really nice to see you. Enjoy yourselves," Josh doesn't pull you in for a hug like he normally would, instead just sending you on your way. His smug tone and grin would normally send you into a panic, but right now you couldn't care less about anything other than Sam.

You hope to make a beeline straight out the door, but you're stopped by yet another Kiszka brother and Daniel by his side.

"There you are. Leaving?" Jake's eyes flick down to the same spot Josh noticed, now you're curious. Sam nods "She's not feeling great and I'm her ride." Jake snickers and taps Danny with his elbow, a crooked smile growing on his face "I'm sure you are."

"Oh fuck off. Are you gonna let us leave?" Sam doesn't even try to act calm, the more you stand the more the anticipation builds. "You can't stay just a little longer?" Danny smirks, Jake bringing his hands up to rest on his hips.

"No," now you're incredibly impatient and unable to stand still as your arousal soaks your panties "I really don't feel good." "Awh... Well.. you heard the girl," Jake laughs through his words, sending a jab to Danny's side with his elbow. Danny slings his arm over Jake's shoulder as they begin to take steps backward "see ya!"

"Fuck. Finally," Sam breathes, and you look over to him, your lipstick painted all over his neck. "Sam," you whisper, but he's too distracted to hear it, or anything anyone is saying. Suddenly, the room erupts with hollers as Sam shoves you through the door.

"Sam, they all know," you whine, reaching a hand up to massage his scalp as he pulls you into his side. "Good," he pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking the car and practically running to it. Sam walks around to the driver's side, and that's when you realize you can't wait any longer.

"Sam," you drop your head, fully aware of how desperate you've become. "What baby?" He opens the door, a smug grin pulling on his cheeks. "Sam I- I can't... I need you."

"I thought you'd say that," he snickers, slamming the door shut and pulling the door to the back seat open. You waste no time sending the door flying open and crawling in, locking the door behind you.

Your lips instantly find his, your teeth clashing into each other's as you smash your lips together. "What were you thinking?" Sam sucks in a breath as he backs you toward the door and hovers over you. Before you can respond he starts again "I mean seriously. Wearing this tiny fucking dress. Kissing me in front of those people. Getting me all worked up."

A whiney moan escapes your mouth as he lifts the hem of your dress, his cold fingertips grazing the skin of your upper thigh. "I knew you'd like it," you confess in a moan, lifting your hands and tangling them in his hair, pulling him into you.

Suddenly, he violently pulls the silk black fabric above your head. Your words obviously sparked a fire in him, a vicious one nobody could put out. Sam's fingers rake over your thighs then up to your unclothed breasts, groaning at the sight "You knew full well what you were doing dressed like this."

Sam takes your nipple in his mouth before releasing it with a pop and sucking a bruise to the swell of your breast. "So what if I did, Sammy?" You moan, arching your back into him. You reach down and cup his bulge, palming him as a devilish grin grows on your face.

"Then I'll just have to fuck you until you can't see straight." With that, he begins to trail kisses down your breasts to your navel, his finger drawing lines across your skin so close to where you desperately need his touch.

"Sam, please," you whine, back arching up into his touch as he kisses along the band of your panties. Your pleads are met with a sick laughter against your tummy "you're so needy, you know that?"

You couldn't roll your eyes back further in your head, trying your very hardest to not reach down and pull your panties off yourself. "You can't act like you don't need it just as bad, Sam. I know how bad you want to fuck me," you moan, knowing it'd set off something in him.

You were right, because without warning he swiftly pulls the tiny piece of lace fabric down your legs, leaving you completely naked. "Jesus, you're eager, huh?" Sam hums and brings his lips to your tummy, sucking the skin into his mouth before lapping at the raw skin with his tongue.

"You just can't admit it huh Sammy? You can't admit that I'm right?" You try to get him as worked up as you possibly can, your body rolling into his touch. "Wow. You're right, Y/N. I'm just dying to feel you," he rolls his eyes dramatically, but he's far from lying.

Slowly and painfully, Sam makes a line of kisses down from your navel to the very top of your heat. "Please.." is all you can muster up and your eyes clamp shut in anticipation, just waiting for him to do something, anything.

"Now you're being nice? What happened to the bratty girl who was here just a second ago?" Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his hot breath against your core. "Sam, stop. Plea-" you're unable to finish your sentence when he suddenly points his tongue, dragging it through your arousal drenched folds.

You suck in a choked gasp, involuntarily pushing yourself against Sam's face, earning a hum against your heat. The vibration sends a shock through your body, your hands mindlessly flying to his hair "oh Sam..."

His tongue quickly warmed up to you, it was as if he already knew your body. Without warning, Sam shoves a finger in you, hitting a sweet spot as he does so. "Sam.. I can- I'm almost-" you're interrupted by your own moan as he pushes another finger in, instantly curling up.

Sam lifts his head to look you in the eye, stopping his movement causing you to whine at the loss of contact "can you do one more?" You're a bit taken back by the question "I- I don't know... Nobody's ever..."

"I know you can," he presses a peck to your clit and slowly slides in a third, stretching you out in a way you've never experienced before. "Oh- oh my god.. Sam,"

"Good girl... You're so tight around my fingers, baby. Are you close?" All you can muster up is a weak nod and a hum, pushing yourself down onto his fingers further. You find yourself holding your breath, a moan ripping through your chest as he presses the flat of his tongue against your clit.

You take the opportunity to grind against his tongue, your hips beginning to shake and your thighs burn when you feel your orgasm approach. Your movements significantly quicken, relentlessly grinding and pushing yourself against Sam's tongue as he viciously rams his fingers into you.

Within a matter of seconds, the burning pleasure flows through your entire body, your eyes shut so tightly you might need to pry them open as you mutter his name over and over.

"Fuck, Y/N," Sam breathlessly snickers, slowly pulling his fingers from you and rubbing the slick all around your core. He returns to hover over you, bringing his face down to your ear "you know... A couple girls tried to take me home.. but I was looking for you, Y/N."

Your eyes widen in confusion and you nod your head, silently telling him to continue. "I couldn't stop thinking about you.. that dress.. your body. I needed you. Only you," he takes the shell of your ear in between his teeth, gently biting down.

The confession sends a shiver down your spine and your mouth falls open once he finds a sensitive spot behind your ear. You reach up and push his head against your neck, you can basically hear your heartbeat in your ears as he continues to nip at and place open mouth kisses to your neck.

"I thought you didn't like the dress," you smirk, your other arm reaches down, desperately trying to find what you need so bad. "So greedy... you're not satisfied with just these?" Sam teases, dragging his fingers through your heat.

"Sam, stop," you moan, your body jolting at the touch. Another wicked snicker leaves his lips as he presses his clothed bulge to your core "that attitude isn't gonna get you anywhere, doll. Ask nicely."

As much as you hate it, you're ready to accept defeat. "Please, Sam. I need you. Please... give it to me," you whine, grinding up against his bulge. An animalistic groan bubbles up from from his chest as he props himself up with one hand, the other fumbling with his button.

"Need help with that?" You giggle, watching as he fails to swiftly undo his jeans. You don't let him respond, his head dips down to rest in the crook of your neck as you reach to finish the task yourself.

Within just seconds you get his button undone and his zipper down, pushing them to his knees and instantly cupping his erection. Suddenly, you start to process just exactly what is happening.

He lifts his head and you look into his gorgeous brown eyes, yours widening as you take in every feature of his face lit by the moonlight. "What is it baby? You nervous?" He smiles at you, his hands running down your body, squeezing painfully at your thighs.

"Well I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, Sammy," you confess, and his face softens, the devious smile that played on his lips visually turning into a fond grin.

"Oh, Y/N. There's no need to be nervous, I promise," he brings his head back down to softly kiss your lips, but you had something else in mind. You take the opportunity to palm him through his boxers, eliciting a desperate groan from him. You can tell he's been holding back, and it's painful.

You bite his lip as he pulls back, every ounce of doubt or anxiety draining from your body. "Tell me, pretty," he pushes his boxers past his hips, his unbelievably hard cock springing free. "You knew I'd like that dress?"

If you're being honest, you completely forgot you had even said that, but it's obvious he'd been working himself into a frenzy over it. "Sammy.. I wore it for you," you drag your fingers over his body, his breath hitching in his throat as you draw a line down his length with your fingertip.

"I wore it because I thought.. I don't know.. it'd turn you on..." You trail off, looking away from him and suddenly hyper-aware of your naked body. "Well it worked, didn't it?" He giggles, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him "does this mean you've wanted to fuck me before tonight?"

"Well... I mean yeah," you reach down, grasping the base of his cock "are we just gonna lay here and have a conversation or do you want to fuck me, Sam?" A shocked look plays on his face which quickly morphs into a sinister smile "you're feisty."

You grasp the back of his neck, bringing him close to you and sucking on the skin behind his ear as you slowly stroke his cock. "God- damnit Y/N," Sam groans as he involuntarily fucks himself into your hand.

Just as he juts his hips to fuck himself into your hand, you move it, and push him down to be lined up with your dripping entrance. "Fuck me until I can't see straight, Sam," you whisper lowly into his ear, granting him permission to enter you.

"Oh fuck," he groans, your own noises mirroring his as he stretches you out so slow that the sting could become almost too much for you. You arm instinctively flies over his back, pushing him down closer to you "oh my god."

Within just a matter of seconds he begins to roll his hips, snapping them into the meat of your thigh and hitting a sweet spot just right. The moan that tumbles past your lips could disturb the entire first floor of the party still very alive and just feet away from you and Sam.

"Yeah you like that?" He punctuates his words with another sharp thrust, followed by a slow, languid thrust. "Mhm.." your eyebrows knit together, unable to form words as he keeps up this intoxicating pattern.

Your mind grows foggy, your only thoughts consisting strictly of Sam. "M- more," you whine and reach down to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on yours.

"More? Are you sure you want that?" Sam struggles to form his own sentence as you clench and quiver around him. You nod your head frantically, pulling his chest down onto yours and arching your back up into him.

The slight change in position allowed Sam to go even deeper, the new leverage giving you everything you needed. "Oh Sam.. right there.. oh," you cry, clawing his back.

He feels too good

He hits an especially sensitive spot with a particularly rough thrust, a shocking wave of electricity flowing through your body. "Holy- holy shit..." you all but shriek, and you violently throw your head back, crashing into the door behind you.

"Woah- you okay?" Sam's movements never falter, keeping that same pattern. "Yes, Sam. Just keep- keep fucking me," you finally get the full sentence out after what feels like forever, and you know you're not going to last much longer.

You try to warn him, but your pathetic attempts to form words fail miserably. "Shit Y/N... you're so-" he interrupts himself with a guttural groan as his own orgasm to approaches.

Just as you requested and he promised, what was left of your vision completely fades away and you no longer fight to keep your eyes open.

Suddenly, fiery white pleasure viciously burns through your body and you're sure you've never felt anything like this before as you cry out his name over and over and over. "Shit. Shit shit shit," Sam's pleasure takes over his mind and you feel his hot release spurt inside you.

You're unsure just how much time has passed, but it's enough to bring you back down to earth. "Sam? You still with me?" You giggle, rubbing his back as you half expect him to be asleep.

"I'm here," he breathes, a wave of melancholy taking over your mind as you realize it's over. "I'm gonna pull out love, you ready?" All you can do is nod, clamping your eyes shut and preparing yourself. You bite back a whimper as he pulls from you, a mix of your juices dripping down your leg.

The last thing you'd expect is Sam going down and licking the mess up. A sharp, yet intoxicating feeling shocking your body as he licks through your folds and over you overstimulated clit.

"Think you could go another round?" You whisper, untangling his sweaty hair. His head shoots up to meet your eyes, a sinister grin playing over his features "go get in the front... We're going home."

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[builtbykittie]

Gratitude

D.R.W x f!reader

Summary: while at a bar, two questionable men approach you and won't leave you alone, that is until someone saves you

Warnings: 18+ minors cover your eyes, sorta enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption, harassment(?), SMUT, oral (m & f), thigh riding, unprotected sex, anything else I forgot

Words: roughly 4.4k

A/N: This is something that's been sitting in my drafts since April but I do have some fics I'm really excited about! (& yes I changed one word in my name but I'm still the same person I swear)

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You stare at the curly-haired man, your eyes sharp like daggers and your hot gaze burning on his shoulders. "I don't see why you can't just sit down with him, try to talk it out," Sam takes a swig off the bottle of beer in his hand and rolls his eyes.

"That is the dumbest thing I think I have ever heard you say. Do you seriously think I haven't tried, Sam?" You slam your glass down on the bar harder than intended "It just won't work out. It always ends in another argument."

Danny's kindness seemed to piss you off, of course being nice was a good thing, but that's not how he truly is. He carries himself to be sweet but in reality, he's nothing but a cocky asshole. That's not the only reason you don't like him though, the two of you were best friends for years until an argument that was never quite settled.

It was a stupid thing to end such a close-knit friendship over an argument, but you're stubborn and could never seem to get past it. People always tend to see Danny as a cutie but they don't know him in the same way you do, and that's about the only thing that pissed you off more than the man himself.

When Daniel's upset, he's bitter. However, Danny didn't tend to hold grudges, you being an exception, of course. What exactly started the argument is still a mystery, it was a mixture of everything piled up after a long day and added stress of their show going wrong.

You plant your face in your hand with a sigh, averting your gaze from Daniel talking with an unknown woman to your drink. "Y/N... You can't seriously hate him," Jake taps your knee, and your cheeks start to burn up.

As much as you'd like to say you felt nothing other than mere hatred and disdain for Danny, it would never be true. You could not help the despair you felt for the man who was once your best friend "You can't tell me what my feelings are, Jake."

"Oh come on, loosen up would ya?" Josh barges into the conversation, trying to lighten up the mood however he can. "Josh it's getting late," Jake adds, gesturing toward the door of the bar, surprisingly. He's 'mysterious' and without a doubt the shyest, but never the type to leave the bar because of time.

The brothers exchange looks and whispers before throwing back their drinks and standing up. "Hey, where are you going?" You sit up, looking around and locking eyes with Danny before whipping your head back around to the boys. "We're gonna go to my place," Josh wraps his arm around Jake "You're welcome to come if you'd like."

"Maybe I'll stop by later," you sigh, giving them just what they wanted. "Suit yourself, mama. See you later," Josh pats your head with a smile before beginning to walk through the building to the exit. By the time you realized they'd 'forgotten' Danny, it was too late, the door behind them shuts and they show no sign of remorse.

"Shit," you curse under your breath as you realize you knocked over your drink watching the boys leave, snatching napkins out of the holder that was conveniently placed right next to you. The alcoholic drink trickles down the bar and onto your silk blouse and skirt, ultimately ruining them.

Just to make matters worse, two men that you wouldn't particularly call charming approach you. "You okay?" one of the men speaks. You could usually tell someone's intention by looking at them, and this guy was clearly faking concern to get in your pants... or skirt.

"I'm fine," you mumble, not paying any care to them in hopes they will lose interest and walk away, but they don't. "Here, let me help you," the other guy leans forward, pulling on your shirt.

You start to panic, you've never been good with people, let alone drunk ones. "No really, it's okay," your voice grows shaky as you try to swat away his hands while also maintaining your clothes.

"Hey, baby, we're just trying to take care of ya," the one on your right leans closer to you "Why are you here alone, anyways?"

"My friends just left," you stutter, turning your head to look at Danny who is still having a conversation with the unknown woman. You start to hesitate, unsure if you should say what you're thinking "And I have another friend in here." You gesture to Danny with the smallest wave of your arm to make sure they're the only ones that saw.

Maybe if they think you know people here, they'll leave you alone. "Then how come he's not with you babe?" One of them speaks to you, his gross, warm breath hitting your hands.

"Don't call me that," you wouldn't dare to look up at the men, hands trembling as you continue trying to dry off your clothes.

You flinch back a few inches, tears forming in your eyes as one of them claps his hands together just centimeters away from your face. "Don't be a bitch," the man says just below a shout, his eyes yellow and narrow.

Just as the man goes to open his mouth once more, you feel another presence approach. Soon enough, the men are being viciously pulled by their shoulders and away from you one by one. "Leave her the fuck alone, will you?" It's Daniel.

You cowardly turn your head, watching as he pushes them away while they both shout curses at him. Danny makes sure they get as far away as possible before he can turn back to you.

You finally let the tears that have been puddling at your waterline fall, rolling down your bright red cheeks. "Hey, are you okay?" Danny's tone is drastically different from the last time you talked to him, possibly months ago.

"I'm okay," you stutter "They just- they came up to me and kept trying to talk to me and help me and-"

"Hey hey hey," you're cut off by the voice of your 'enemy' that comforts you much more than you'd like to admit. "I can drive you home if you'd like," Danny brings his hand up and rubs your arm, calming you down and helping you stand up.

You're being held by the man you swore hated your guts just 10 minutes ago, the same man who you couldn't talk to without getting angry and storming out of the room.

"Give me your keys," he puts his arm around you, holding his other hand out in front of you. "Daniel, for fucks sake, I can drive," you avoid eye contact with him as best as you can, stumbling with every other step.

"I know," he brings his index finger to your chin, lifting your face to look at him "Just let me do this for you." All you can do is roll your eyes and gently nod, digging through your bag and fishing out your keys.

You're lucky you parked close, it started raining not long ago and the temperature had plunged, not to mention the alcohol soaking into your clothes. You hear the door unlock and you slowly climb in the passenger side, impatient to get out of the rain covering your bare legs

The drive is quiet, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you sit uncomfortably in wet clothing. "What made that guy do that?" Danny glances at you for a fleeting moment before looking back to the road.

"They kept trying to call me 'baby' so I just told him to stop and then he just-" You cut yourself off as you realize Danny had pulled into the parking lot "He clapped at me and told me not to be a bitch."

"What a prick," he murmurs, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door. "How're you gonna get home?" you unbuckle as he opens your door, concerned at how well you are getting along with him. "I'll call an Uber," he responds flatly, returning to his typical behavior.

You sigh at the thought of having to be alone in your apartment with the man you've 'hated' for almost three years, but can't stand leaving him in the rain after he'd saved you and even driven you home. You cross your arms, taking your keys from his hand and rolling your eyes "Come inside, please." Danny nods, following you up the steps and into the building.

"Do you want something to drink?" You offer, not looking back at him as you unlock your door. "I'm okay," he responds, looking around your dimly lit apartment as you kick off your heels.

You hadn't changed it around much after your falling out with Danny, and he certainly noticed that.

"Why did you do that?" You cower, your head hung low as you pick at the skin around your nail. "Why did you help me?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna sit around and let those guys harass you like that," he leans against the counter.

"Thank you," you avoid his face, turning around and grabbing a glass from the cabinet before filling it with water. "But I mean I am a total bitch to you," you finally get enough courage to look at his face "I didn't deserve that."

"Those guys were assholes, who knows what they would've done if I didn't step in," he inches closer to you, your entire body becoming flushed once again.

There was no denying you had a little crush on him, even before the fight, but you'd always just pushed your feelings aside.

"I'm gonna change," you say, nearly as a whisper "If you leave I swear to god."

After closing the door, you slide off your stained blouse and wet skirt, letting them fall to the ground. You open your dresser and pull out the first bottoms and a shirt you see, not realizing how skimpy they are until you slide them onto your body. Your ass nearly poked out of the shorts and your boobs filled out the tank top to the point your nipples would've been clearly seen if you hadn't kept your bra on.

"I'm sorry," you walk out of your room, brushing your fingers through your hair. "I'm just such an ass to you all the time and you still did this for me," you watch as Danny's eyes light up and wander down your body then back up to your face.

"I haven't been the best either," he flashes you his crooked smile, god that smile. "Maybe we could make it up to each other sometime," he takes a languid step toward you, pulling his hands from his pockets.

"Daniel," you drop your head to look at your feet, searching every corner of your mind to find the words that would describe your feelings. "I could make it up to you now."

Despite your voice being so quiet you wonder if you even said it aloud, Danny heard you loud and clear. "Yeah?" His voice is flirtatious and soft as he gets closer, just inches away from you. "How're you gonna do that?"

You look dead into his eyes, growing impatient "I think you know what I mean." You feel your body become hot and your breath shaky as the room goes silent. The thick and quiet atmosphere is interrupted by his footsteps, his hands grasp your waist and your arms wrap around his body, making sure he's not going anywhere.

You don't wait for him to do anything, instantly lifting yourself slightly by your toes and smashing your lips against his. You could get used to the way his lips mold so beautifully with yours.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to become intense and hasty. You pull him as close to you as possible, your breasts pressed so hard against his chest that it starts to hurt.

Danny pushes you back until you're pressed against the counter with force. His hands are as if they have a mind of their own, wandering all over your body that he's touched before, but never in this context.

"Fuck," you whisper into his mouth as you grind against his leg for any friction, impatiently pushing him back to unbutton his shirt. "How long have you waited to do this, baby?" His thumb sneaks up the hem of your shorts.

"You don't even know," you speak through heavy breaths, quickly shedding the shirt off his shoulders and continuing your attack on his lips. You feel a smile pull at his lips as he begins to lift the hem of your top, tapping your elbow for you to raise your arms.

You silently thank yourself for not caring to put on a new pair of panties, nothing to stop him after he's taken off your shorts. He tugs the fabric off your body and unclasps your bra so effortlessly, letting the clothes fall to the ground and be forgotten until later.

"Y'know, I've always hated it when you went around flaunting these tits," Danny whispers, one of his hands pressing your hips against his bulge as he involuntarily bucks into you, the other grasping onto your breast for dear life.

"Yeah? Why is that Daniel?" you reach down, frantically searching for the button of his pants. When you finally find what you're looking for, you fumble it a few times, causing a giggle to escape his lips. Another smile grows on his lips, and he juts his hips forward "I hate that you're showing off what's supposed to be mine."

You squeeze your thighs together in reaction to his sentence, desperately trying to stop the wetness threatening to seep into your shorts. His pants drop to reveal a very obvious tent in his boxers that makes your mouth water. He's big, you could tell just by the way he's straining against his underwear.

"May I?" You smirk, cupping his bulge and slowly sinking to your knees. He nods with that hypnotizing smile and pets your hair, you waste no time pulling down his boxers and watching as his cock is set free.

You swallow thickly, your eyes opening wide as you stare at him in awe. After enough time goes by and you hear a tiny giggle from Danny's mouth, you snap back into reality and wrap your hand around him. "Fuck you're gorgeous, y'know that?" He bucks into your hand as you spit on his length, swirling and moving your arm faster.

"I am?" You almost moan before kitten licking the tip of his cock which is just enough to elicit soft rumbling groans from within his chest. "Shit," he breathes, his hand flying to the back of your head "You gonna open up for me, princess?"

"Mm, maybe," you smile, significantly speeding up your pace. Danny impatiently grabs your jaw, tugging on your bottom lip with his thumb but before he can say a word you're taking him fully in your mouth.

A loud curse falls from Danny's lips, tangling his fingers through the tresses of your hair. You begin to bob your head relatively quickly, contrasting with the slow pace you've started with your hand. The throb you felt in your core was almost unbearable, and you knew you couldn't continue this for much longer. But you'd feel bad if you left him unfinished, especially since you were supposed to be 'making it up to him'.

When you detach your lips from his length and slow your movements to a stop, he bunches your hair in his hand and pulls so that you're looking up at him. You go to open your mouth but the smile playing on his lips tells you that he already knows. "Daniel, I can-" you try to explain, but you're silenced before you can finish your sentence.

"It's okay," he pets your hair "Go ahead and touch yourself for me." You look up at him through your lashes and nod "Thank you." You begin to impatiently slide your shorts off your body, shifting your weight to your knees, you bring a hand down and drag your fingers through your unbelievably wet folds. "Shit," Danny groans as you begin to slowly pump up and down his length with the other hand, brushing your thumb along his slit with every stroke.

At the same time, you draw tight circles over your clit. "Come on baby, let me feel that pretty mouth," he grabs your hair once again and pushes your face into his throbbing erection. "Yes, sir," you moan, slipping two fingers inside your entrance and attaching your mouth back onto his cock.

You start to grind against the heel of your hand, the sight of you fucking your fingers mixed with your choice of words drives Danny mad. You moan around him as he fucks into your mouth, thrusts becoming rougher and rougher with every one of your noises. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck," Danny lets out a visceral groan "fuck baby you're doing so good."

Tears form in your eyes as you gag on him, your fingers significantly picking up pace. "You're so filthy," Daniel growls, his breath hitching in his throat as you let out a long, drawled-out moan against his cock. All of the muscles in your stomach tighten as you feel your orgasm approach, and your legs begin to involuntarily shake.

Deep groans tumble from Danny's chest and his thrusts falter, he's right there with you. You clamp your eyes shut, letting hot tears drip down your face as he continues to fuck your mouth, and moaning against him as you relentlessly curl your fingers up into yourself. "Fuck, oh god, keep making those noises," Danny moans, his jaw slack and his head thrown back.

One more thrust and one more curl of your fingers are all it took for the both of you to come undone. You fall back on your heels as hot pleasure takes over, and you feel warm strings of cum shoot into the back of your throat. You pull away from Danny, drawing in deep breaths as soon as you get the chance.

After you've fully rode out your orgasm, you pull your fingers from yourself and grasp onto Daniel's hot body to stand. Once you're up, Danny grasps your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth to taste you. The throb already returns as he hums in approval around your fingers, you need him badly.

"Fuck me," you breathe, looking dead into his eyes "I need to feel you, Danny. Fuck me." A sick laugh falls from Daniel's red lips and all of a sudden you're being thrown over his shoulder and moved into the living room. He throws you down on your couch, your back hitting the arm of it and your legs sprawling out.

His eyes darken at the sight, staring intently at your heat glistening in your arousal and you catch his cock bob up & down out of the corner of your eye. He steps forward and crawls in front of you on your couch, and you find yourself holding your breath as his face gets closer to your core.

You don't know why, but you're fully expecting him to get to the point. You're hoping for him to give you what you so desperately need, but he doesn't. Instead, he hovers over you, drawing a line of kisses between your breasts down to your navel, then up to your jawline. "Daniel," what you tried to make sound as stern as possible ends up sounding like a pathetic whimper as the ache in you're core grows.

"What is it baby," he smiles against your skin as he peppers kisses to your lower belly and slides his hands up and down your thighs. You hate when you have to beg, but you seriously consider it as you don't know how much longer you can go without his touch.

"Danny, please," you moan out, bucking your hips up when his fingers ghost over your heat. You hear a faint snicker, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine "Please what? Use your words pretty."

You let out a huff and roll your eyes "Daniel I'm not going to beg fo." You gasp and cut yourself off as he attaches his lips to your clit without warning, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. "Oh my god," you stutter, your hands flying to tangle themselves in his hair.

Danny slips a finger inside you, but it's just enough to make you squirm. "Is this what you wanted? Y'know, you shouldn't mouth off," he rasps just before continuing his attack on your clit, slipping in another finger and viciously curling them inside you. "Yeah, but it- fuck. It got me somewhere d- didn't it?"

It doesn't take long until you're sent hurdling over the edge. Strings of obscenities leave your mouth as you grind against Danny's face, a wave of electricity shooting through your entire body. Before you can even fully come down from your second orgasm, Danny grabs you by the waist, throwing you into his lap and sitting up so that you're left straddling him.

Once you're able to fully see again, you throw yourself forward and shower his neck in kisses. Danny lays a slap against your ass, eliciting a yelp from your mouth "mm, you wanna be a good girl and ride me?"

You simply just hum against his neck, sucking a dark red mark behind his ear. Now you have the reigns, and you might as well have fun with it.

You move so that you're straddling just one thigh, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck as you begin to grind against his thigh. "What the fuck," Danny mumbles, a bead of arousal dripping out the tip of his angry cock as he feels your folds drag across his thigh.

Rolling your hips, you collapse into Daniel's chest, burying your head into the crook of his neck. The hand not wrapped around his broad shoulders flying to his cock. He gets over his confusion fast, instantly grasping your hips and guiding you along his thigh while you stroke him.

You can't help but laugh, your chest bouncing as your face is tucked away in Danny's hair. "Y/N?" He loosens his grip on your hips, but they continue to roll against him. The noise that escapes from your mouth makes it apparent that you're not crying, but doing the opposite.

"What's so funny? Look at me," Danny commands, grabbing your face so that your lips pucker when you look at him. "Nothing," you giggle, but it quickly turns into loud moans as the friction gets to be all too much for you.

To your surprise, Daniel wraps both arms around your body, forcing you to stop your movements. "What the hell?" You cry, mourning the orgasm that just got ripped out of your grasp. He violently pulls you into him, your forehead hitting the top of your couch and his nose brushing against the shell of your ear "Don't think you can act like a brat and then get what you want."

"I'm sorry," you whine, positioning yourself to be straddling him once again, looking at him through your lashes and acting as innocent as possible. You take his cock in your hand, which is unbelievably hard and dripping with precum.

"Let me show you how good I can be," you sit up, dragging his tip through your unbelievably wet pussy. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you line him up with your entrance, sinking in just the tip.

Your eyes instinctively fall shut, unholy noises tumbling from both of your mouths as you take him all the way in, slowly stretching out around him. You sit there for a moment, basking in the feeling of him filling you completely up.

After a few seconds pass, you lift your hips and drop them back down, feeling every inch of him. Your jaw falls open as your hips begin to move on their own, hands wandering over every inch of each other's bodies. "Oh fuck," you suck in a breath, rolling your hips and clenching around him.

"Oh don't do that," Danny growls, hands flying to your hips. Just as you go to bring your hips back down, he thrusts up into you. "Oh my god!" You wail, skin clashing together so rough you're sure you'll wake up with large bruises in the morning.

Your walls clench down even harder around him, if that was even possible. Animalistic groans bubble up from Danny's chest, his thrusts getting rougher by the second. "Fuck! Holy shit, Danny!" hot tears swell up at your waterline, the stinging of your skin crashing into each other's mixed with the feeling of his cock hitting all your sweet spots overwhelms you in the best way possible.

"I'm so," you're cut off by a moan ripping through your chest, your hips rolling on their own accord and tears falling down your cheeks. "I know baby, I know," Danny whimpers, delivering a sharp thrust into you that sends a jolt of electricity throughout your entire body.

Strings of curses and moans flow out of your mouth as fiery white pleasure takes over every one of your senses, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. "I just fuck, need you to go a little longer," Danny's hips falter as he fails to send another thrust. Despite the consequences of your orgasm still in full effect, your mind is set on making Danny cum.

Your jaw clenches and your face contorts as you squeeze around his cock. "That's it, baby, fuck me," he grabs your hips, pulling you against himself right before you feel his warm release spurt inside you.

Trying to ignore the involuntary shaking of your legs and the intense feeling of overstimulation, you continue to slowly fuck him until he comes down from his orgasm.

You slow your movements to a stop and collapse onto his chest, silently sobbing into the crook of his neck. "You okay?" He rubs your back, peppering kisses to your shoulder. "Yeah," you breathe, sitting up and wiping away tears, a smile tugging on your lips as you lean in to kiss him.

Sucking in a hiss, you slowly rise from his lap. "What happened to the girl that hates my guts?" Danny snickers, brushing hair away from your eyes. "She's probably still here somewhere," you smirk, cuddling next to him.

"Then we might just have to keep fucking until she's gone."

"Is that a challenge, Daniel?"

"Maybe."