Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI practically smut w no plot, mentions arguing/drinking/parental issues, sneaking out, consumption of weed, pure awkwardness, some fluff, oral sex (m+f receiving), loss of virginity (m+f), penetrative unprotected sex
as always please lmk if anything’s missed
inspired by my dear nick & this song
a/n: sorry if this is kinda cheesy/short/whatever… just needed to write a virgin jake fic
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“Yeah, maybe we can hang out this summer!”
Those were the last words you’d hear from Jake Kiszka after graduation as he scribbled his phone number and a smiley face next to his picture in your yearbook. He must have known you had a small crush on him that may or may not have developed during senior year calculus after some group work.
His number was saved to your contacts that day but it wasn’t until August came around before you ever texted him, but he wasn’t your first thought. You knew he lived relatively close to you, one block to the left and over the train tracks, all the way at the end of the street. Meanwhile, you only lived a block away from your best and really only friend, Kiera, so she’s who you’d spend most your time with.
Today has been the longest day of your life. A screaming match with your mom over the gap year you decided on last minute, your dad drinking again, an entire summer of pent up anger bouncing around the walls of your home had finally bursted at the seams. You spent all night crying, your mind traveling to the darkest of places. It just felt like you needed a hug, for someone to hold you and tell you it would all be okay.
“Hello?”
It took five rings before Kiera answered her phone. In her defense it was roughly two in the morning and you should have been asleep, too.
“Kiera? I-I could really use your company if you can.” The sobbing hadn’t stopped, the words barely coming out.
“Y/n… My parents won’t let me out this late, you know that.”
“Even if I walk there? I-Kiera, I just need a hug or a blunt, something. And I don’t know anyone else.”
“Well, you know Jake, and his mom’s much nicer than mine.” She sounded irritated but you knew she was trying her best to be patient.
“I haven't talked to him since grad, I can’t just hit him up.”
“Just text him? He posted on Snapchat like fifteen minutes ago and he lives right there.”
“Okay, okay, fine. But what if he thinks-”
“Just do it and let me know, okay? I love you, good night.” She hung up before you could even respond.
Breathe, Y/n, it’s fine, everything is fine.
You: Heyyy Jake it’s Y/n
Jake K: Hey stranger, what’s up?
You: So super awkward, but I’m in desperate need of a blunt and a hug
Jake K: Done and done. Remember where I live?
You: Yeah
Jake K: Come on by, porch lights on
How could you forget where he lived? Sure, you went once for Jake and Josh’s graduation party, but after learning how close your highschool crush lived to you, you’d never forget. You fixed your hair in the bathroom and splashed your face with cool water in attempts to bring down your swollen red eyes. A little bit of deodorant and some perfume would be the finishing touches before returning to your room. You couldn’t leave through the front door, the dogs would bark and it would add one more thing to the list of arguments yet to be had. It doesn’t matter you’re eighteen, as long as you lived under your parent’s roof, it was their rules. You opened your window and climbed out, using the junction box outside your window for leverage.
It takes eleven minutes to walk from your house to Jake’s, where he’s already standing on his front porch waiting for you. He’s in basketball shorts, slip on Vans and a pullover hoodie, and somehow he still looks good as ever. You weren’t half way up his driveway before he began walking towards you with his arms wide open. At graduation he only offered an awkward side hug, so this sure was new to say the least. Jake wraps both his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. You inhale his scent, he just smells like home. Not yours, most likely his, but home with a hint of worn off cologne. Your heart begins racing a lot faster than you want to admit as he holds you until you let go.
“Shall we?” He asks in a deep silly voice as he leads you through the gate to his backyard. There was a firepit in the middle of some chairs and a cute little picnic table off to the side. You follow him towards the mahogany stained wood and sit across from him. The only light was that of the full moon washing over everything in a blue tint.
“Do you know how to roll?” Jake asks as he empties the contents of his pockets on the table.
“Uh-uh.” You shook your head.
“S’okay, I can show you.” Jake turns the flashlight from his phone on, handing it to you to hold. He walks you through the process, admittedly you paid more attention to the way his fingers moved than the actual task itself.
You watch as his tongue parts his lips and licks across the blunt, sealing the weed inside. Jake reaches for his phone, his fingers brushing gently against your knuckles. The two of you stand awkwardly from the table, the moonlight illuminating Jake’s soft features.
“C’mere, I know a spot.” He holds his empty hand out towards you and waits until you place your palm in his. Jake guides you to the side of his house and down a tiny path that leads to a creek. There resides an old metal bench that Jake directs you towards. He places the blunt between his plush pink lips and brings the lighter to the end, the red hot cherry casting a golden hue against his cheek bones. A couple silent puff, puff, passes happen before you speak.
“I’m sorry I didn’t text you sooner. Life’s just been kinda…” You trailed off.
“Hey, don’t apologize,” He shifts to face you, bringing his one leg up. “We’re here now, that’s what matters.”
More silence occured as the blunt was worked down to nothing, but the silence was comfortable. You didn’t want to talk about your problems and ruin the safe bubble that naturally surrounded Jake’s existence, opting to ask him about his plans instead.
“So, is the band doing good or are you gonna go to college?” You ask, matching his stance by turning to face him.
“Band’s going places, I think. I dunno, gotta wait for Sammy and Danny to finish school, then we’ll really know. You?”
“Taking a gap year, but who knows? Maybe I could be some rockstar’s girlfriend.” Sheesh, the weed had you feeling ballsy.
“Yeah, maybe.”
The comfortable silence had now grown awkward as you struggled to even look in Jake’s direction.
“You should hear me play some time. I-I mean if you wanted to I can right now.” Jake stumbles over his words, presumably a mix of anxiousness and marijuana.
“Sure, yeah, that sounds good.” You nod and stand at the same time Jake does, taking his hand once again as he held it out for you. His palms feel warm and clammy, usually you’d be off put but his nervousness is endearing.
He opens the little side door to the garage and flicks on the light. It smells very garage-y, the whirring of the fluorescent lights really tying it together. He walks to the opposite side and grabs his acoustic guitar before suggesting you sit on the couch next to him.
“We’ve been working on this one for a little bit, it’s called Flower Power.”
He plays chords to a song you hadn’t heard, singing chunks of lyrics alike. It was a beautiful song nonetheless, maybe even one you’d listen to on your own accord.
“Wow, she must be a lucky girl.”
“Think so? Why’s that?” Jake giggled as he discarded his guitar. He flicked on a lava lamp before shutting the flourecent light off and returning awfully close beside you.
“Are you kidding me? If someone wrote that about me, said that to me?! I think every girl wants to be loved that way.”
“Yeah?” He laughed again, shaking his head.
“Yes!”
“And what if I told you someone did?”
“What?” Your cheeks flamed red, matching the color of the lamp beside you.
“That’s your song, Y/n.” Jake reaches his hand out to yours again for the third time tonight, this time interlocking his fingers with yours.
“Mine?”
Jake nodded before some force pulled the two of you together, your lips crashing into his. After months of wondering what he tasted like, the flavor of weed and spearmint on his lips was one you’d never forget. The kissing grew quickly heated as Jake’s hands found purchase on your hips, his knee planted between yours as he hovered over you. You found yourself rutting your hips up against his as he did the same, the feeling of his hardening length against your clothed center driving you places you’d never been. The kissing led to shirts being removed, ultimately leaving you in your bra and underwear, Jake in his shorts.
“What d’ya wanna do?” He whispered between kisses, his hands migrating to your breasts.
“Um, not sure… I’ve never-”
“No, me either, it’s okay.”
“I can- do you want head?”
“You okay with that?”
“Yeah,”
Jake sat beside you again as you stood between his legs, lowering yourself to your knees. You’d never given head before, or done anything along these lines. Your body filled with an unfamiliar sensation as you progressed, dipping your fingers past the waistband of his shorts and boxers. His length sprung straight up and your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. Never would you have thought he’d pack so much heat. You gently wrap one hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking his length as you work your lips over his blushed tip. You watched a few videos here and there to sort of have a general idea, trying to remember anything from those as you bobbed your head up and down. Jake’s hands cupped either side of your face as he moaned and whined before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
“Is this okay?”
“Mhm.” You hummed with him in your mouth, his dick twitching in response.
“Can I give you head?” He asks, lifting you from his length. You nod eagerly as Jake laid you down on the sofa, kicking off his shorts and boxers. He kisses up the inside of your thighs before hovering over your center. You’re embarrassed by the polka dot cotton panties you wore, but he doesn’t seem to care as he tucks his fingers into the elastic waist. He looks up at you and waits for approval before pulling them down your thighs, tossing them amongst his.
It’s a matter of seconds before his tongue begins exploring you alongside his fingers. Jake’s mouth marries perfectly against your aching bud as he switches between flicking his tongue and sucking. His fingers tease your entrance as he finally pushes a finger in, his mouth continuing its task. You watch him grind his hips against the cushions, his groans growing louder the faster his mouth and fingers move.
“Jake?” You whine, writhing under his touch.
“Hm?” He pulls away, staring at you with his soaked chin and lips.
“Do you wanna have sex?” Bold. The weed was giving you all the courage you could ask for.
“I don’t know where there’s a condom.” He kneels on the cushions in front of you, stroking his length.
“You don’t have one like in your wallet?”
“Why would- I’m a virgin.”
“Right, sorry.” It was kind of implied earlier, but hearing the words leave his mouth felt foreign. It truly astounded you that he was a virgin. People said he got around a lot, it was one of the reasons you felt you had no chance.
“Maybe just the tip? Just to feel?” He shrugged, placing his hands on your knees.
“Yeah… But what if it feels too good? And we wanna keep going?”
“Pull out?”
You knew that was almost always a bad idea, but you let yourself think with the wrong head as you agreed to the idea. Jake pushes your knees apart and slowly brings his hips forward, the pillowy head of his cock rubbing against you. You reach a hand down and situate him at your entrance, bringing your legs up to ease him in. Jake places his hands against the armrest of the couch above your head, his chest hovering over your face as he slowly introduces his length.
“More.” You begged through a breathy moan, wincing as he did exactly as you asked. Jake feeds his entire length inside, his thighs flush against yours as you both revel in the feeling.
“Fuck, this is so… You feel so good.” Jake places a kiss on the top of your head before trailing his mouth down to yours.
The pain of his thick cock stretching your tight pussy quickly subsides as he begins slowly moving his hips back and forth, his lacking rhythm quickly being found. His lips remain on yours, only pulling away from time to time to check if you were okay. Your nails find a home digging into his back each time his hips crashes into yours. With each thrust came the familiar warmth washing over your body causing you to tighten around Jake.
“Are you close?”
“Yeah,” You respond, hardly able to breathe.
“Suck for me, baby.” Jake brings his middle and index finger to your lips, pushing them into your mouth. After you coat his digits with your saliva, Jake brings them to your clit, rubbing circles over your bud. That only brings you closer to your orgasm, one that feels more powerful than any other. The pleasure that rips through you simply could never be replicated by your own fingers again.
“Jake, fuck, mm,” Your moans begin to sound like cries as your body shakes beneath his.
“S’okay, I got you, pretty girl.” He brings his hand back up, wrapping his arms behind your back as he hugs you to his chest. “I’m gonna cum, too.” Jake removes himself from your aching pussy, resting his cock on your belly as he lowers himself and begins thrusting again. It takes seconds for his hot release to paint your skin, being spread by his weight against yours.
“So do you wanna be a rockstar’s girlfriend?” He asks kissing up and down your neck, occasionally sucking on your sensitive skin.
Warnings: Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex. Fluff. So much tooth rotting fluff.
Jake had always loved pirates. He wasn’t just casually into them—he lived and breathed everything from buried treasure to sea shanties and pirate lore. So when his birthday was coming up, you knew exactly what you had to do.
You were going to give him the ultimate pirate-themed birthday… and a surprise trip he’d never see coming.
The day started normally—Jake woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls wafting from the kitchen. You greeted him with a grin and a paper pirate hat on your head.
"Oh Captain my Captain" you said in your best singsong voice.
Jake laughed, still groggy. “Oh no. What have you done?”
You giggled and sat next to him “Happy Birthday Captain” You grinned
“Only what any good first mate would do,” you said, handing him a parchment-style scroll sealed with wax.
He raised an eyebrow, unrolling it carefully. It read:
Ahoy, Captain Jake!
Ye be summoned for a grand birthday quest.
Follow the map, find the clues, and claim yer treasure.
X marks the spot, but beware… adventure awaits.
Yer loyal first mate,
Me ♡
Jake looked at you with that crooked smile you loved. “You really made a treasure hunt?”
“Oh, this is just the beginning,” you said with a wink.
You handed him a satchel containing a faux leather-bound journal, a compass (plastic, but still cool), and the first clue. What followed was a mini scavenger hunt around your house—each clue leading to a different room where he’d find pirate-themed trinkets and tiny gifts. A bottle of rum-flavored root beer, a T-shirt that read “Talk Pirate To Me,” and a pair of socks with tiny pirate ships on them.
At the final clue, he opened a small treasure chest (which you had painstakingly painted gold) to find a rolled-up boarding pass. He stared at it for a second, then back at you.
“A cruise?” he said slowly, reading the details. “To the Keys?”
You grinned. “A pirate-themed weekend getaway. There's a ship tour, a treasure hunt, and even a pirate costume party. We leave tomorrow.”
Jake just stared, stunned. “You planned a pirate birthday vacation?”
“I did,” you said proudly. “Because you’re my favorite pirate, and every pirate deserves an epic birthday quest.”
Jake threw his arms around you, nearly knocking off your paper hat. “You’re unbelievable. This is the coolest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
The two of you spent the rest of the day celebrating—Jake wore his new pirate shirt, you played sea shanties on a speaker, and you even made a “plank” in the living room he had to walk (which ended in a pillow pile, thankfully). That night, you cuddled up watching Pirates of the Caribbean, and he didn’t stop smiling once.
As he drifted off to sleep, wrapped in your arms, he mumbled, “Best. Birthday. Ever.”
And you knew the real adventure hadn’t even started yet.
The next morning came with a buzz of excitement in the air—and caffeine. Lots of caffeine. Jake packed his bag in record time, tossing in his pirate socks like they were essential survival gear. You’d already printed out your boarding passes and stashed the travel-sized sunscreen (because even pirates get sunburned).
As you drove to the marina, Jake was practically bouncing in his seat. “Do you think they’ll make us walk the plank if we’re late?” he asked, grinning.
“Only you, Captain. I’ll be sipping piña coladas and pretending I don’t know you,” you teased.
When you arrived, Jake’s jaw dropped. The cruise ship wasn’t just big—it was decked out in full pirate glory. Black flags with skulls fluttered in the breeze, and costumed crew members shouted “Ahoy!” as you boarded. The air smelled like saltwater and adventure.
You checked into your cabin (with a porthole view, obviously), and inside was a little surprise waiting: two pirate costumes laid out on the bed. You’d rented them weeks ago. Jake’s had a long coat, a sash, and even a fake sword. Yours was sleek and dramatic, with a wide-brimmed hat and knee-high boots.
He turned to you, eyes wide. “You thought of everything.”
You smiled, tossing him his hat. “Ready for your birthday weekend, Captain?”
He saluted. “Aye, First Mate. Let’s plunder some buffet tables.”
The cruise kicked off with a themed welcome party. People were already in costume, drinking out of tiki mugs shaped like skulls. There was a live band playing sea shanties, and Jake somehow knew every word to “Drunken Sailor.” You danced, laughed, and even joined a limbo contest (Jake lost spectacularly, blaming it on “peg-leg energy”).
But the highlight of the night came when the cruise director announced the Treasure Hunt Challenge—a ship-wide puzzle-solving race with a prize for the winning team.
Jake turned to you, eyes sparkling. “We have to win this.”
You smirked. “We will win this.”
The next day was pure magic. The two of you ran around the ship, collecting clues hidden in barrels, behind lifeboats, and inside the ship’s pirate museum. You solved riddles, talked to actors dressed as ghost pirates, and found yourselves crawling under tables more than once. It was silly, chaotic, and honestly kind of romantic.
By sunset, you stood on the top deck, holding hands as the last clue led you to a hidden chest near the bow. You cracked the lock with the final code.
Inside was a tiny golden trophy that said “Ultimate Pirates,” and two free spa passes.
Jake held it like it was real treasure. “We did it,” he said with a grin. “I mean, of course we did.”
That night, you watched the stars from the ship’s balcony, wrapped in a blanket, sipping rum-spiked hot cocoa. Jake looked over at you, quiet for a moment.
“You know,” he said, brushing hair from your face, “I’ve always loved pirates. But this… this made me love us even more.”
Your heart melted. “Happy birthday, Captain,” you whispered.
He leaned in, forehead against yours. “Best crew, best first mate, best birthday of my life.”
And somewhere, far below the waves, even the sea seemed to smile.
The final day of the cruise dawned with sunlight streaming through the porthole, painting golden stripes across the sheets. Jake stirred beside you, hair tousled and arms still wrapped around you like the world outside didn’t exist. You brushed your fingers down his back gently, not wanting to break the spell too soon.
“Morning, Captain,” you murmured, voice sleepy-soft.
He groaned dramatically. “Tell me it’s not almost over…”
You kissed his shoulder. “Not quite. There’s still one more surprise.”
That got his attention. He sat up, eyes narrowed with suspicion and delight. “Another one? You’re relentless.”
“You love it,” you teased, slipping out of bed to grab a small envelope you’d stashed in your bag. “One last quest.”
He took it, examining the wax seal stamped with a tiny anchor. “You really committed to this pirate thing, huh?”
“I had to keep up with you.”
He opened the envelope and pulled out a photo—an old map printed on the back of a polaroid you’d taken the night before, smiling in front of the trophy chest. Below it, written in your handwriting:
One final treasure for the Captain.
Follow the map. Bring the compass.
Trust your First Mate.
Jake stared at it for a beat. “Okay. I’m officially obsessed with you.”
You just winked. “Then let’s get dressed.”
After breakfast, you led him off the ship and onto the island port the cruise had docked at—an actual pirate-themed resort built into the cliffs. Hidden coves, hammocks strung between palms, fire pits and stone pathways… it felt like something out of Treasure Island. You followed the little trail you’d mapped out days ago when you booked everything, compass in hand for the theatrics, until you reached a tiny private beach at the edge of the resort.
Waiting in the sand was a weathered wooden trunk—yes, a real one—half-buried beneath driftwood and shells. Jake looked from you to it in stunned silence.
“You didn’t,” he breathed.
“I did.”
He dropped to his knees and opened the trunk, hands shaking with laughter and disbelief. Inside, nestled on top of sea glass and old parchment pages, was a leather-bound photo album titled Captain & First Mate: The Voyage So Far. The first page was your favorite picture of you two from your very first vacation. From there, it chronicled everything—snapshots, ticket stubs, scribbled notes, concert wristbands, polaroids taped in haphazardly but full of joy.
Jake stared at the pages like he was looking at buried treasure. And then he turned to you, glassy-eyed.
“This is everything,” he whispered. “You are everything.”
You sat beside him, pressing your forehead to his. “I wanted you to remember that no matter where we sail, I’ll always be your First Mate.”
He cupped your face, kissed you soft and slow, and said, “Marry me.”
You blinked, breath caught.
“I mean it,” he said, the kind of steady sincerity that made your whole body go still. “Not because of the cruise. Not because of the treasure hunt. But because I don’t ever want another birthday, another adventure, another anything, without you.”
Tears pricked your eyes. “Jake—”
“I didn’t get a ring yet,” he added, half-laughing now. “I thought I was being the romantic one with the socks and sword. But... I’ll get one. I just— I can’t wait another second to tell you I want forever.”
You didn’t need to think. You just kissed him again, laughing into his mouth. “Yes, Jake. A million times yes.”
Far in the distance, the ship’s bell rang out—like the sea itself was cheering.
And under the sun, in the sand, wrapped in each other’s arms, the adventure truly began.
That night, after a celebratory dinner under the stars and one too many glasses of rum punch, you and Jake wandered back to your bungalow on the beach. The moon was high, casting silver light over the water, and the sound of waves rolling gently onto shore filled the air like a lullaby.
Jake kicked the door shut behind him and dropped the fake sword he’d insisted on wearing to dinner. You were laughing, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and from everything else—the proposal, the treasure, the sheer magic of the day.
But when he turned to you, the laughter softened. His eyes were darker now, heavier with something slower, deeper.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, stepping closer.
“Oh, I think I might,” you said coyly, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the quick thump of his heart through his open button-down.
He slid his fingers down your arms, gentle but firm, until they laced with yours. “You planned every second of this day to make me feel like the luckiest man alive.”
“You are the luckiest man alive,” you teased, leaning in to brush your lips against his.
He kissed you back—slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. Then his hands found your waist, and he walked you backward until your legs hit the bed. The soft thud of the mattress was followed by the rustle of fabric as he pulled your shirt over your head.
Jake’s mouth traveled to your neck, then lower, peppering your skin with kisses while his hands explored like a map he knew by heart but would never get tired of tracing. You arched into him, your breath catching as he whispered something in your ear in that deep, gravelly voice only you got to hear like this.
“Mine,” he said. “My first mate. My everything.”
You tugged at his belt, and he groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your collarbone. His clothes joined yours on the floor, piece by piece, until there was nothing between you but heat and want.
He laid you back gently, worshipfully, like you were the treasure he’d spent all day searching for. His touch was both reverent and hungry—trailing down your body with soft, wet kisses and slow, purposeful fingers. You gasped, hips lifting to meet him, heart pounding as he looked up at you with that crooked smile and pure adoration in his eyes.
“Let me make this the best night of your life too,” he whispered.
And he did.
With the ocean murmuring just outside and the stars watching overhead, Jake moved with you in a rhythm that was all your own—slow and deep, every motion soaked in love and tension and the thrill of knowing you’d just promised forever.
You reached the edge together, breathless and tangled in sheets and each other, skin slick with sweat and kissed pink from hours of touch. He held you tightly afterward, your head tucked under his chin, his heartbeat steady beneath your palm.
“You know,” he whispered, lips brushing your forehead, “I thought today couldn’t get better. But this? This was the real treasure.”
You smiled sleepily against his skin, utterly full—in every way. “Happy birthday, Captain.”
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Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC - For Death Or Glory)
Warnings: 18+ Smut (we know the drill-the sexy warnings go last if you want to avoid them) Fluff, romance, light teasing, Jake being cute as shit, domestic relationship vibes. Jake & Char After Dark: sex (p in v) oral (f receiving) dom/sub/switch, sexual language, edging/orgasm denial, save a horse ride a cowboy.
Word Count: 4k
Author's Note: When I tell you I have quite literally sat on this idea for a year, I wish I were joking. It came in as a request and I was obsessed with the idea but wanted to finish Jake & Char's story before writing it. I ended up in a bit of a little slump and apparently all I needed was these two to get me out of it.
the submission I got about it will be right here
“Thank you so much,” I let out quietly. There’s a possibility that I lied a little bit to Char, but it’s only for her benefit. She thinks I’m running errands for work—which I am, but I may have made a few pit stops.
The last of which is to grab her a drink on my way back home. Grateful that I can just mobile-order so I can get back to her quicker; it only took officially being in a relationship for a month to convince me that time with her is the most important while we aren’t living together. Now that it’s been over a year, I try to soak up every last second I can with her.
Pushing the door open as I holler, “Honey?”
“Hi,” she lets out as she emerges from the bedroom. “What is this?”
“For you,” I smiled, handing over the coffee I grabbed her.
“Where did you go?”
“Well, I had errands to run but I couldn’t help myself,” I laughed to myself before handing her the bag from the bookstore.
“Jacob,” She almost scolds me, peeking into the bag. “Stop, you did not.”
Watching her, smiling as I say, “Well, you kept picking them up and not buying them, so I figured you wanted to read them eventually.”
“Ugh, you’re too much,” she whispered, looking at me with a little grin on her lips. Moving closer, she leans into me.
“Funny way of saying thank you, but you’re welcome,” I mumble, listening to her giggle as I leave a little kiss on the side of her head.
She pulls out one of the books, “What’s this?”
“Oh,” I let out. My hand holding the back of my neck as I tell her, “I thought maybe.. we could read that one.”
“Oh really?” Her eyebrows raised as she flips the book around.
“Well it has dragons on the cover so I thought it would be interesting.” I can feel my face warming a little, even though she will absolutely be excited that I’m even remotely interested in a book she’s reading.
She giggles quietly, asking, “Baby, did you read the back at all?”
“No..”
“Oh, you sweet boy,” she laughs out, piling all the books into her arms. “We can read it together, yes.”
“Wait- why did you laugh?”
“No reason,” she lets out as she’s walking into my bedroom.
Staring at the empty hall, and hollering, “I don’t buy that.”
“You’ll understand, I promise,” her sweet voice rings back.
I follow her voice, laughing when I say, “Hun, you can just tell me!”
She comes out of my room before I can catch up, her hands landing on my chest, like they always do as she leans back into me.
“I think the surprise will be more fun,” she says, a soft giggle lacing it which makes me nervous.
Squinting my eyes at her, “You’re lucky I love you.”
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“Are you sure you can multitask?” She teases.
“Hun, please,” I breathe out, turning to face her. “I think I can handle this.”
“Alriiight,” she giggles.
She sits on the counter next to me while I start dinner, reading out loud so I get to also know what’s happening. Her voice is so sultry even when she doesn’t mean for it to be. I’ve found comfort in it since we started spending more time together; I could listen to her all day.
“Well, they’re gonna fall in love, aren’t they?” I ask, smiling at her. We hadn’t made it very far into this book, but the female lead was already butting heads with this man.
She looks up from the page, laughing quietly, “I mean.. yes, but—“
I raise my eyebrows waiting for her to finish.
“It’s going to take a while.”
My eyebrows pull together, moving to stand in front of her for a second, “It’s obvious though?”
“Baby,” she coos, her hand holding the side of my face. “It’s a slow burn— they won’t just give in that quickly.”
Shaking my head, I moved back to the stove, and sighing out, “Couldn’t be me.”
“Not everyone falls in love in two days, Jacob,” she laughs.
“Hey,” I spit out, pointing the wooden spoon at her. “This isn’t about me, alright?” The grin plastered across her face as she giggles makes my heart swell. Anything to make her smile like that.
As she started to read again, I felt myself falling in love with her all over again–as I do so often. It quickly became one of our favorite things when she was with me, even for a night. We’d lay in bed together as she just quietly read aloud, though we would never make it far because she would start to drift off as she read. Tonight was different though.
Lying next to her as she read, I just watched her. The way her voice was so soft, soothing as she read the chapter. Something I’ve found difficult as this routine came about was not getting distracted by her.
Her green eyes flitted across the pages, occasionally giving me a little glance, which would make my stomach tighten. Even the smallest of looks from her were enough to make me sweat still, after all this time.
The way her lips moved as she spoke, leaving me daydreaming about the next chance I’ll get to kiss her, though I have unlimited access to her—I’ll never pass up an opportunity.
“Are you still in there?” Char asks, giggling as it comes out.
My eyes shoot onto hers, spitting out, “Yes.”
“I don’t believe you,” she laughs, gently tapping the tip of my nose.
Blinking slowly at her, the smirk on my face grew, I whispered, “You’re just so pretty, I’m sorry.”
“Do you want to stop for tonight?”
Sitting up quickly, not necessarily proud of the desperation in my voice when I tell her, “No, honey. I’m invested—I just let myself get distracted by you.”
Her hand reaches out, fingers grazing my jaw as she tugs my chin toward her. Pulling me in for a kiss, she whispers, “How about a little break then?”
Smiling as I lean into her, taking full advantage of the moment. The small sigh that comes out as her lips press into mine, you’d think I hadn’t kissed her in days. I still had days where I couldn’t believe that she was all mine, today might be one of them. She sweetly giggles into me before I pull back to leave little pecks all over her face.
“Will you do me a favor?” she asks, her little voice is so soft.
I sit back slightly to be able to look at her, “Of course.”
“Will you grab me some water?”
Leaning in, I leave a kiss against her forehead before mumbling, “Sure thing, honey.”
It was precious how much Jake enjoyed our reading time together, even if it meant that we weren’t talking about our week. I couldn’t ever tell if he was just really enjoying the story or if he was just happy that I was there. Either way, I would never complain. The look in his eyes when I’d glance over at him was enough to convince me to keep going.
Though, I was grateful that he chose the book he did, because the slow burn was strong and we hadn’t really encountered any smut–well, until tonight.
He had gotten up to grab a drink and I scanned through the next page, and realized what we were about to get into. My face was hot at the idea of having to read that to him. It was always bad enough reading it by myself, but the thought of him staring at me was making it a thousand times worse.
Slipping back into the room, gently closing the door before he comes back to me, I smirk at him for a second, breathing out, “Why don’t we just stop for the night?”
“Really?” his voice was quiet. “Hun, we’re in the middle of a chapter, no?”
Shit. Cracking open the book and pretending to check like I’m not fully aware. I let an uncomfortable laugh sneak out, “Oh, you’re right.”
“Just read this one and then we can stop?” he suggests sweetly, and I know he is just enjoying the routine of it.
I can feel my face flush as he looks at me, “Um, about this chapter..”
“What is it?” he asks, a smirk growing on his face as his hand reaches out for me. “What are you blushing for?”
My head tilts up, so I can avoid looking at him, “They um… have sex.”
“Are you suddenly shy?” He asks, a shit eating grin on his face.
My hands hold the sides of my face, trying to hide the flush in my face, “It’s just different reading it,”
“Oh, well in that case.”
I start to feel relief, “Thank—“
“Honey you’ve probably said worse to me,” He cuts me off quickly.
“I don’t think I can do it,”
He lets out confidently, “I will.”
“What?”
“Hand me the book,” he says as he’s grabbing it from me. “I’ll read it.”
Shit, shit, shit. I squeak out a small, “You don’t have to.”
“I feel like you don’t want me to,” he says, his eyebrow cocked up high.
“I mean..” I mumbled out. “I don’t know. Isn’t it weird?”
He giggles to himself, mumbling, “Char, I think we’re past things being weird.”
“If you want to then,” I cringe, hiding my face in my hands for a moment as he scans over the page. .
His voice already makes my heart race, I’ve never imagined us in this position before. Which is pretty innocent in comparison to most things.
“I kissed him back with equal intensity,” his voice doesn’t waver at all as he reads the rest of the paragraph. I watch him as he reads the page, and I can’t help myself from just staring at his mouth the entire time. Not that this was a new development in dating him, I noticed his lips right away when I met him and it’s only gotten worse with time. Listening to him describe a lengthy-heated kiss is making it hard for me to just sit here.
“I think that qualifies, darling,” he smirks as he says it, glancing over to me and all the air in my body leaves at the same moment. It’s so much worse than I thought.
Jacob knows no bounds when it comes to being sweet to me– it feels fake a lot of the time with how he is, but something about him using pet names I’m not used to hearing, except maybe when he’s had a few drinks. God, he’s so hot.
“So, you imagined what I’d look like naked?” he reads, giggling quietly to himself.
Tilting my head at him, “What’s funny about that?”
“I remember that struggle all too well,” he giggles out, looking over to me. “Glad I don’t have to imagine it anymore though.” Shooting me a quick wink before his eyes darted back over to the book and I’m relieved that he did, because there’s no way he wouldn’t have noticed the effect he had on me with that.
After a few more minutes, leaning my body into him, I let my head rest against his shoulder, still looking up at him as he kept reading. His arm snaked its way around me, leaving his hand on my leg until he needed to turn the page. Absentmindedly leaving little comforting scratches against me, I swear he had no idea that I was doing everything I could to stay in control while he kept going.
“Don’t stop. You feel so good,” he reads, and I probably could have bit through my lip. “Why would I ever stop? I’m not cruel nor foolish enough to walk away from a beautiful woman in a moment of intimacy.”
If there’s one thing about this man, it’s that he never slips up on being sweet. That includes during sex, he is always so soft and romantic about it. I’ve never been with someone who cares so much about making sure that I’m okay and feeling good. But the desperation in his voice as he reads this smut is driving me wild.
“She clamped her thighs around his head to control his breathing.”
My thighs tensed at the description, trying to focus on what he’s reading but finding it increasingly more difficult to not wish it were us doing this.
“After the first thrust, he settled into a rhythm,” he says, his voice never faltering. He read through the rest of the page and then glances down at me, mumbling, “If this is the kind of stuff you’ve been reading–”
I fight the laugh, even though my face has flushed, asking him, “What?”
Setting the book on the nightstand next to me, he grabs my jaw, pulling me into him. Our lips interlock, pressing a few sweet kisses into him until I feel his little smile against me. He pulls back just enough to be able to whisper, “I can do better than that.”
Giggling into him as he slides himself between my legs, littering kisses down my throat as he hums into me–his lips pull into a smile against me.
“Mmm,” I hum. “I know you can do better, baby.”
His voice lowers when he says, “Is that right, darling?”
“You can remind me if you want,” I whisper, biting the inside of my lip as he kisses under my jaw.
“You’d like that, hmmm?” His hum sends a little jolt through me, but I nod quickly at him so he’ll touch me sooner.
“Take care of you better than any of these men,” his voice is stern, demanding almost, cocking his eyebrow up when he asks, “Right?”
“Yes you do,” I whisper back, sliding my hands up his chest, toying with his necklace as he leans closer to me. His thigh presses into me, relieving the smallest amount of tension, which pulls a quiet moan out of me. Something about him makes it impossible to not fall apart at the simplest touches.
The sinister smirk on his lips and the look in his eyes, had me almost begging him for more. He tilts his head when he says, “Needy, are we?”
A nervous giggle comes out before I can stop myself; Jacob isn’t typically that dominant, at least not in the ways that books portray it.
“Thought so,” he lets out under his breath. Sliding the bottom of my shirt up, dragging his fingers across my panties when he whispers, “Mmm, dripping for me already.”
Tugging them down, and smoothly tossing them across the room. In a breath, he’s already pulled his sweats down just far enough. Watching his mouth open slightly as he drags his cock down slowly and pushing it back up, rubbing against my clit.
“Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already soaking my cock,” he tells me, keeping his voice low. I could feel the goosebumps flood my body; my nipples harden when he says, “Desperate little thing.”
His eyes meet mine through his eyebrows as he pushes himself into me. Feeling his hands wrap around my hips, he pulls me up with him as he kneels in front of me. Taking no time to pick up his pace, the sounds of his hips hitting mine pulling moans out of me almost instantly.
“Baby, oh my god,” slips out of me while I’m gripping the sheets tightly. Just the energy he’s exuding makes every little movement feel even better; he’s always hot, but holy shit.
He stares at me for a minute, sliding one of his hands up, bunching the hem of my shirt up as he pushes it up my body. The cooler air hitting my nipples only made them harder, watching him pull his bottom lip in with his teeth subtly. Letting his fingers trace over them, my hips buck at the feeling.
“Fuck,” he moans out. His hips stop as he bends down, wrapping his lips around one of them, while his hand plays with the other. My hips, on the other hand, are grinding against him mindlessly. Feeling him hit just the right places–literally like he was built just for me.
His little groans against my skin only made the feelings stronger, and I could tell he was getting lost. What if I just..
“Baby,” I whisper, and his eyes shoot up to mine. “Can you do something for me?”
He sits up, leaning close to my face, the little daze on his face is so sweet. He whispers back, “Of course–what is it?”
“Get on the floor,” I tell him, and his eyebrows pull together. “Like with your back against the bed.”
He doesn’t say anything, but quickly gets up and does what I ask of him, glancing up at me questioning, “Like this?”
I just hum back a quiet ‘mhm’ while moving off the bed. Standing in front of him, I bend down and kiss him hard, my hand gripping his jaw like it was my lifeline. As I pull back, his eyes stay shut for a moment, but as soon as they open, I tell him, “Now, don’t stop until I come. Can you do that?”
Stepping forward, with my legs on either side of him, his head tilts back just enough for me to prop my knee up on the bed as he's already leaving kisses on the insides of my thighs. He pulls me against him, and his tongue immediately goes to work on my clit. Fighting the urge to grind against his face, I let a few little ones slip out, making him groan into me.
He slips one of his fingers into me as he laps at me, and just the pressure from that makes me lose my breath.
“Mmm, my baby’s so good for me,” I moan. He hums at the praise, my sweet boy. His hand grabs my hip, pulling it gently, so I’d grind against him. Rolling my hips, the feeling gets more intense as he’s pulling me into him harder. Wanting to fight the orgasm but also missing the sounds coming out of him, something clicks in my head.
Letting the feeling take over and a few loud moans, I let out, “Baby, yes.” My body is still tingling, but I back up from him. His cheeks flushed, the light sheen on his lips making my stomach flip; the drunk look in his eyes.
“Lay down for me,” I tell him, patting the bed a few times. The way he moved quickly, I could tell he was desperate for some relief. I crawl over him as he gets comfortable, pressing a few kisses into his chest as I do. His eyes practically sparkling as he stares up at me, carefully I brush the hair away from his face, and leave my hand holding his cheek for a moment. I whisper, “Be good and listen to me, okay?”
Sitting up, my legs still straddled over his waist, I reached back and let my fingers graze him. The sharp little inhale from him makes me smile.
“Honey, please,” he lets out quietly. My hand wraps around him, but doesn’t move.
Swallowing carefully then whispering, “Mm, I love when you beg me.” Sliding my hand up, feeling his hips buck into my fist to get some relief. The soft groans that escape him have my heart skipping a beat.
“My desperate baby,” I coo at him. Scooting my body back far enough, that I line him up with me and slowly lower myself onto his cock. Watching the relief wash over his face as he bottoms out in me, fighting the urge to moan myself.
It feels mean with how slow I’m riding him, but the way he’s reacting, I almost wish I could move slower. The sweet sounds coming from him feel feral. His eyes fixed shut and his mouth slightly open, but his hands are holding my waist like he’s afraid to let go.
“Baby, look at me,” I tell him, and his eyes meet mine. He’s so obedient. “Don’t come until I say you can.”
His eyebrows pull together as he looks at me, letting out a whiny, “Char, I don’t know if I can do that.”
My hips roll against him as I lower myself to whisper in his ear, “If you’re good for me, I’ll let you come inside.” The shaky breath next to my ear makes me giggle, leaving a kiss on his cheek before I sit back up.
Grabbing his hands for support, I started bouncing on him a bit faster. Letting a few moans of my own slip out, I keep my eyes on him. Watching the way he keeps having to hold his eyes shut to focus; it’s cute how hard he’s trying.
“Not yet, baby,” comes out as more of a moan than I expected, and the groan I got in response was telling. Pushing his arms up, my body leans closer to him, feeling his cock hit the right spot inside me. My mouth falls open and my breathing gets heavy as I feel another orgasm approaching quickly. “So close. Little longer.”
He lets out a loud moan, his fingers digging into the backs of my hands. The way his jaw is clenching and his face is flushed, my cunt flutters around him. He’s so—I can’t last much longer.
Lowering myself next to his ear, my voice is desperate when I whisper, “I’m close, Jake. Fuck— fuck me, fuck me, please.”
His hands let go of mine, grabbing my hips tightly as he thrusts up into me—hard. My face tucks into his neck, breathing him in, as his hips are relentless.
“Let it go, baby,” I moan into the side of his throat. He’s practically yelling as he comes, his hips slowing down as he works through his orgasm.
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It’s only a minute before he’s shifted us onto our sides. Brushing the hair out of my face before kissing me, savoring the moment.
“You,” he giggles against me.
Batting my lashes at him a few times, I squeak out a small, “what?”
“You know exactly what,” he says through a smile. “I just wanna know where you hide her.”
I can’t fight the laugh when he says it, but I manage to pop my eyebrows at him a couple times when I tease him, “Oh you liked that?”
His head falls back for a second, and when he comes back, saying, “Let me clean you up.”
Always so quick to make sure I’m taken care of, he grabs a towel to clean up what he can. Which he does with a cute little smirk on his face, just staring at what he’s doing.
“What are you giggling about down there?”
He glances up as he drops the towel on the floor, moving back to be close to me. His raspy little voice finally says, “If that’s what reading sex scenes does to you, I’ll buy you every book you want.”
Barking out a laugh at how almost innocent his comment felt. Grabbing his jaw and pulling him into me, and before kissing him, whispering, “Only if you promise we can recreate it everytime..”
He smiles into the kiss, lingering in it for a moment and then mumbling, “I promise.”
Minors DNI 🔞sexual content, graphic content, oral (m receiving), rough sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, nothing too bad this time
Word Count: 1,512
You decide to finish off Danny’s 4th of July weekend with a bang! Sneaking away from a flaming firework display, you and Danny disregard the volume of your salacious acts behind the locked door of your holiday getaway.
Author’s Note: Just in the nick of time for the 4th! Sorry it was last minute and probably shit, but the idea had great potential! Hope you enjoy anyway!
‘A blessed holiday weekend’ you type an Insta caption. The post consists of photos of the lake, festive parade, yummy food, and loved ones! The boys’ families made a trip down to Nashville and friends congregated to celebrate the 4th at a cabin Danny and the boys rented outside the city. In preparation, Danny and Sam purchased an illegal amount of fireworks, Josh and Jake stockpiled enough booze to give the whole state of Tennessee alcohol poisoning, and everyone else chipped in to make a feast! You click ‘post’, slip your phone back in your pocket, and settle down into your chair.
You place your hand in Danny’s lap and he gently grasps it while smiling over at you with kind eyes. He’s slumped back in a lawn chair, amused by Sam frantically working on lighting an elaborate grid of fuses for his firework display. You also chuckle at the sight. While the anticipation builds, you glance over at Danny once more. He’s been wearing his hat backwards lately, and something about that drives your mind to wild places. His chestnut curls are tucked behind his ears, pronouncing his stunning profile. While kids in school made fun of his prominent nose, you couldn’t complain… as it always feels so good nudging against your clit. His biceps glisten with a thin layer of sweat in the faint porch light; the humidity is unbearable most days, but it did leave Danny shimmering like a God… which you rather enjoy. A smirk spreads across his face as he continues to watch Sam.
“What a fool,” he chuckles before taking a drink of his seltzer and turning his attention to you.
You’re beaming as your cheeks flush over. He totally caught you checking him out. How did that slightly embarrass you after all this time? He slightly squeezes your hand, getting you out of your head.
“What’s up?” He questions non assumingly.
You raise your eyebrows and grin behind your lips. “Nothing. I can’t check you out?” You respond with a tinge of tease in your voice.
“By all means,” he encourages. “It’ll even things out.”
“What do you mean by that?” You ask with perplexation while lifting your eyebrow.
Danny leans into your ear. “I’ve been envisioning your body on top of me all fucking weekend,” he whispers while placing your hand over his shorts.
You feel how hard he is for you. Looking down, he’s practically bulging out of his shorts; so noticeable you could see it from across the lake. As much as you yearned for him, you are in the midst all his family and friends! You withdraw your hand quickly and widen your eyes at him as a warning. He’s still… unsure of your next move. Without fail, a slight smirk spreads across your face. You can never hold your ground with him.
“Ah! You pull away, but you like it,” he rasps toward you before sitting back in his chair, taking another swig.
So many emotions are running through your head, culminating to feelings pooling in your cunt. You know you shouldn’t be turned on by his behavior, but it’s too tempting. He’s been so busy with touring, promoting, and rehearsals it’s left little time to satisfy each other. And here, of all places, is where your conscious decides to act on them. ‘Impeccable timing’ you think to yourself. Meanwhile, Sam successfully lights his fuses, sending the line sizzling. He saunters away, surely proud of his impending spectacular. Quicker than anticipated a beam of glowing red Strontium rockets into the sky behind his head. He ducks down, clutching his ears, and giggles while running to his seat. In the excitement, now that everyone is entertained, you pull Danny out of his chair, around the porch, and into the nearest entrance of the cabin. Rushing him to your weekend bedroom, he quickly catches onto your plan. Once in the room, you lock the door, drop to your knees and begin untying the draw string of his shorts.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as you handle his cock.
Wasting no time, you spit on it and begin sucking him hastily. You look up at his reaction. He drags his hand from his brow to his chin, moaning all the way. He peers down at you too. Oh, does he love seeing you so needy for him. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he revels in the sight of your lips wrapped around his length. His face furrows and his jaw hangs limp as you purse your lips around the tip, then take him so deep you can tend to his balls with your tongue. He lets out a deep growl. Normally you would place your hand over his mouth, – you’ve had too many experiences silencing him when his family is in the next room – but tonight there was no need. The pyrotechnics mask his vulgar sounds. His neck retches back. You know you have him close already. His hands cup your face, and he pulls you off his dick. He grips your forearms and pulls you to your feet; kissing you with intense passion and slipping his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. He guides you over to the bed and pushes you over it; the perfect height for him to slip himself inside of you. He scrambles to pull your shorts and panties off, massaging your voluptuous ass once he’s exposed you. As his dick plows into your tight cunt; you lurch forward. Deep within, a whiny moan travels up your throat and echoes out into the room. He chuckles.
“Hmm. Did you miss my cock?” He questions already knowing your answer. He just needs to hear you say it.
“Yes, Danny!” You coo back at him.
“That’s right,” he grunts.
He grips onto your hips and thrusts rhythmically into you. With every pulse you let out a choppy moan, which turns him on even more. He bears down and pushes harder. His groans are deeper than normal. More needy and chuffing. You bury your face into the quilt, sinking your teeth into the material to fight off a premature high. You want to ride it as long as you can. When you finally do raise your head for air, you have a perfect view of the fireworks out the window. You chuckle and lay your head back down.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Danny groans.
“Nothing. Just getting dicked down with a view here,” you chuckle once more.
He pumps into you even harder, clearly not interested in anything outside of what his dick is in. He softly moans obscenities and remarks how tight your pussy is. You grip the sheets and coax him to climax with your sultry voice as colorful reflections adorn your skin in the dark room. The harder and deeper he goes inside of you, the closer your core comes to melting over him. His nails dig into your skin and trace down your back. You jump and wince, but the slight pain is invigorating. He knows how that jumpstarts you heart and races you to cum. Your legs begin to quiver. Your stomach knots up. Every muscle in your body tenses for a moment before your brain tells you to let go.
“I’m ready to cum for you, Daniel!” You shout.
You are met with encouraging noises. He pumps faster, attempting to match you with his release, but you are already edged. You take a deep breath and force yourself to give in. The knot in your stomach dissipates and all comes flooding through your pussy. You whimper and cry into the mattress as Danny fills you with his cum. The both of you pant over each other; strands of hair sticking to your faces, and bodies slick with sweat. He pumps slowly as he comes off his high, readjusting to his original size. When he finally pulls out, your body can unwind. You pick yourself up from the bed and greet him with a cheeky smile. He places his strong hands on each side of your head, combing down your disheveled hair.
“You are such a slut,” he whispers with a chuckle.
You stick your tongue out at him and smirk. He smiles and taps your cheek, letting you know he appreciates your sick humor. Jumping up from the bed, you pull your bottoms back on as if nothing happened, so does he. To avoid making a scene of the unholy acts you just committed, you sneak your way back out to your lawn chairs just in time as Sam’s display comes to an end. Everyone cheers and applauds the show, especially you and Danny. Sam stumbles over to Danny, nearly falling into his lap. He slaps his shoulder and takes a sloppy drink from his Topo Chico.
“Where did you two run off to?! You missed the whole deal here!” He exclaims.
“We didn’t miss a thing!” You reassure him while shooting a wink toward Daniel.
“You two are something freaky,” Sam chuckles as he swaggers off into the night.
WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ MINORS DNI!!! fingering, unprotected sex (where a condom yo), kinda fluffy smut tbh, just slow morning, josh not being able to keep it together ;)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: hi there! this is my first story i’ve ever posted, so i'm definitely still learning. i’ve had this written for the longest time and finally found the courage to post it lol. any feedback would be appreciated! hope you enjoy! -em
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The warm sun hits your skin as you listen to the sound of the waves. You are in a pink and white striped bikini, laid out on a blanket on the beach. You notice several items: wine, m&ms, and a speaker playing your favorite song. You pick your head up to see your boyfriend Josh walking towards you, his hair slick with water. His swim trunks are hanging so low on his hips that the top of his bush is hanging out. You admire his body as he looks to the side, then back towards you, giving you the best Josh-smile you have ever seen.
You wake slowly with the chill of the air conditioned room hitting your arms. You pull the covers up over you, wishing you could still feel the warmth of the dream. You open your eyes slowly, shifting them towards the window to see that it is still mostly dark out. It has to be before 6 am.
You turn towards Josh who is sleeping silently and move your whole body towards him. A smile spreads across his face, but his eyes are still peacefully closed.
“Awake already, are we?” he says, his voice a few octaves deeper with sleep.
“Was having a good dream,” you say. Josh grabs your hips and moves them into his lap. You realize then that you are both naked. For as long as you knew him, Josh slept naked. It took you a while to feel fully comfortable with it, but once you started sleeping in the nude with him, you couldn’t imagine going back.
“Tell me about it baby,” he says, still obviously half asleep. His hands begin massaging your back and bottom, kneading into it like dough. You moan slightly and push back into him, embracing the feeling.
“We were…on the beach,” you yawn, fighting off sleep. “You looked so sexy,” you say, clearly not thinking straight yet.
“Is that so?” he says and leans in to place the softest kiss on your lips. The kiss is deepened slightly as he slides his tongue across your lip, begging for entry.
You allow it, and eventually he snakes a hand between your bodies, placing his fingers on your clit and circling with the slightest pressure. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you, delighted by all the love he is giving your body. The feeling of his erection of the inside of your thigh has your body feeling warm and your core pulsing.
“Must have been a really good dream baby,” he teases, breaking the kiss. His two fingers slide into you gently and he leaves them there to give you time to adjust. You wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him deeper, practically forcing your tongue down his throat. It is times like these where it seems you can not get enough of him.
His fingers begin to pump deliciously into you, and you grind onto them ever so slightly.
“That's it baby, just want to make you feel good,” he says into your ear before moving his lips to suck on your neck. He places kisses all down your neck as he removes his fingers to go back to his own arousal. He pumps it a few times before placing it over your core. His arms wrap around your body and pull you in closer as he continues to worship your neck and chest.
His hips begin moving, his cock sliding between your folds and sending jolts through your body each time he catches your clit. It teases your entrance with every movement, and you can feel yourself beginning to drip all over him.
“Fuck, mama” Josh says, his voice still sleepy. “I missed you so much.”
“Josh, please,” you say, sounding whinier than you mean to. He picks up the speed of his thrusts only slightly and giggles.
Without warning, he moves down the slightest bit and slides into you. “Oh, fuck baby,” he says, his head falling back slightly. You let your face fall into his chest and feel him stretching you out. Slowly, he begins moving into you, savoring every moment.
You can feel yourself tighten around him involuntarily with every thrust. You lift your head to glance at Josh, finding that his face is one of pure ecstasy. His mouth had fallen open and his eyes are shut, his head still falling back and bobbing as he moves his hips. This sight alone could push you over the edge.
He must have felt you staring, because suddenly his head falls to yours, your foreheads meeting gently. He smiles at you with the cockiest grin, sending heat waves straight to your core.
“Fuck this,” he says before grabbing your hips and moving on top of you in one movement. It isn’t too fast that your sleepy body can’t keep up, but he definitely has more energy to him than he did. His hands land above you to grip the headboard for leverage.
His thrusts begin picking up speed as a line of obscenities fall from your lips. You can feel the knot beginning to tighten in your stomach. Although this position seems so dominant, there is nothing but love and admiration in his features as he looks down at you.
You cheeks begin to flush as you watch his face begin to tighten. You can see from the small amount of light coming from the window that he has began to sweat. He lets out the softest moans with each thrust, and his whole body is tense. You realize that he must be close already.
“Somebody enjoying themselves?” You tease slightly, your breath hitching, proving that you are right there with him.
“Fuck baby, you just feel so good,” he says, barely getting the words out. Seeing him in this state, barely hanging on, causes your whole body to tense.
“Fuck, Josh, I’m gonna-” he cuts you off with a kiss and mutters, “Fuck baby, come for me,”
With those words, you come completely undone. You feel as if your soul almost completely leaves your body, but comes back when Josh’s cock begins twitching inside you. You snap your head to look at him and see the most fucked out face he has ever warn. His hips continue thrusting as you both ride out your highs, and eventually come to a stop.
“Holy fuck,” he says, breathing heavily as he lays his head on your chest. Your hands find his hair and tangle through it, smoothing his curls.
After a few moments, Josh rises from you, pulling out slowly. “Cmon baby, get dressed.”
Confused, you look at him, sleep still in your eyes. “Why, where are we going?”
He rises to his feet and stretches, the familiar smile finding his face again. “To the beach, of course.”
