Damn Good
PJ Farley x reader
Alright, go easy on me, I'm new to this and I've never posted a fic before. This is long, and probably too detailed, but that's all I know how to do. I've had a lot of pent up feelings to let out so this is just what happened.
Tags (y'all didn't ask but you said you wanted to read this when I posted it so yeah 💕): @warrendemachokeme @stars-kiss-the-sky @slashscowboyboots @derekdavis
Warnings: Smut, like, a lot of smut, detailed smut. Unprotected sex. Alcohol use. Cursing. Mark in his underwear.
The day was finally here.
Your step brother, Pete, had been away on tour with his band for months. You had only seen them once since then, when they played a hometown show in the middle of the tour, and then rushed off to the next location. You missed them dearly, and they were finally coming home for a while.
Steve's girlfriend was throwing a welcome home party for them at their place. You'd known the rest of the band since highschool, you went to every show in town to support your brother and got to know them all quickly, so of course you were excited they were home, hell you could even tolerate Mark for a night if it meant you got to see Steve and Pete. And PJ... Mostly PJ... Especially PJ. You'd had a crush on him for years, but every time he'd come home from tour he'd be dating some new girl who didn't end up sticking around for long. Pete knew you had feelings for him, even told you he'd be alright with it if the two of you got together, but there never seemed to be an opportunity to do anything about it. You had all but accepted the fact that he may never feel the same way you did, and that was fine, you could still be friends and hang out and that was all you needed.
You had been at the party for a few hours, catching up with everyone and having fun yelling along to the music playing on the stereo, and challenging the guys at various drinking games. The beer was flowing, the mood was high, and everyone was happy to have the boys home.
The crowd had thinned out as it got later and it was just the guys and a handful of close friends remaining. Mark had disappeared a while ago, no one had any idea where to, thankfully giving everyone a break from his drunken state. Pete was playing beer pong with his date, a pretty brunette named Jen. Steve's girlfriend Becky had gone to bed for the night, spending the day planning the party had her more tired than she expected. The remaining few were scattered around the house talking and enjoying themselves.
"So, y/n, where's the boyfriend?" Steve blurted out as he wandered over to the kitchen where you sat on the counter observing the party, clearly he had had a beer, or ten, throughout the night.
"Ha ha ha, hilarious Steve, you know I don't have one."
"And why not? You need to get out there, y/n/n, you've been single for way too long. When was the last time you went on a date?" Steve was always trying to encourage you to put yourself out there and find someone, he was your best friend, he knew you were lonely and wanted love. He just didn't know that you were holding out for a certain bass player of his.
"I don't wanna talk about this, can we just go play beer pong or something?"
"Aw come on, honestly, how long has it been?"
"Steve I-" You hesitated, if he knew he'd make a big deal out of it and probably try and set you up with some random crew member of theirs.
"What's the big deal? Just tell me! You're hot, it's not like it'd be hard for you to get laid." He chuckled, not understanding why it was so hard to admit.
"It's just- it's been a very long time, okay? Embarrassingly long."
"So why not go pick up a guy at a bar or something, at least have some fun!"
"You know that's not me Steve, it's not fun for me. I want a connection with someone."
"Well shit, y/n/n, you're pretty as hell, you're funny, you're smart, and you're cool as fuck! There's no reason any guy wouldn't want you! You're too picky, dude." Steve clapped a hand on your shoulder as he walked by to leave the room.
Yeah I am, because there's only one person I want... You thought, glancing around the room awkwardly. You noticed that one person leaning on the other side of the island, beer in hand. You had no idea how long he'd been there, or if he had been listening, but he locked eyes with you and made his way around the room to lean on the counter by your side.
"That looked like a fun conversation." PJ teased, elbowing your thigh gently.
"Oh, so much fun. He's probably off giving my phone number to the first single guy he finds."
"You might be in luck though, he's pretty drunk, good chance he can't remember your phone number." PJ pointed towards Steve, who had meandered into the dining room and managed to spill his beer all over Pete's date. You and PJ both burst out laughing, only letting up when PJ turned to look back at you, a curious look on his face.
"So why haven't you been with anyone in so long?" You were surprised he asked, why would he care?
"Oh no, not you too, don't be Steve's wingman on hooking me up with your guitar tech or something." You finished your beer and let out a nervous laugh. PJ smirked, almost shyly, a contrast to his usual loud, confident personality that made your heart flutter.
The two of you talked on for a while, not a single care about anything else happening around you. You asked him about tour and he gladly regailed you with stories of all the chaos that had happened.
He noticed your empty beer and grabbed the bottle. "You need a refill?"
"Mmm, yes, definitely. And maybe a shot if y'all are gonna keep grilling me about my relationship status." You nudged his shoulder playfully and he smiled back at you.
"That I can help with." He left and returned with two more beers and a bottle of tequila.
"Tequila? You trying to get my clothes off or something, Farley?" You teased, before realizing what you had just said and panicking on the inside.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked while he poured two shots in some plastic cups he found in a cupboard. "And what if I am?"
You took one of the shots from him, taken aback by his response. Was he actually into you? Or was he just joking? "Well, I- uh..." You paused for a second, his cocky smirk had grown, clearly enjoying how flustered he had gotten you with one sentence. Shit.' You downed your shot and shook off the burn. You can do this, he's flirting with you right? Tonight's your chance, don't fuck it up. "If you are, you might have some explaining to do to that girlfriend of yours." You knew they had broken up, but you wanted to see what he'd say.
"Hah. Nothing to worry about there, she's long gone." He tossed back his shot without flinching.
"Oh really, what happened?" Curiosity got the better of you, why did none of his relationships ever seen to last?
"So now it's your turn to grill me about my dating history, huh?"
"Seems only fair, mine has been under a microscope tonight, gotta turn the tables on you somehow."
PJ moved closer to you, his body turned to face you now, elbow leaning on the counter next to your leg, and he leaned in towards you slightly. "Let's just say, none of the girls I've dated were who I really wanted. They were distractions. Fun, but they never quite made me forget about these feelings I was trying to ignore."
What the.... What is happening right now, he couldn't possibly be talking about me... Could he? You thought, but the way he was looking at you intensely with those beautiful dark brown eyes, how close he was to you, the way his breath seemed to be slightly shaking. Maybe he was? "Well you're going to have to elaborate on that, Peej, you can't just drop a line like that and not give me the details." Your voice was quiet, but suggestive. There was no one else in the room, and somehow things began to feel intimate, personal, and you're heart was racing with anticipation for what he might say next.
"Do I really have to say it?" He moved in front of you, standing between your legs, his hands on either side of you on the counter. You leaned in closer to him, instinctually. "I think you know exactly who I mean, y/n." His voice was low, and he spoke through a shy smile that lit up every nerve in your body.
"Maybe, but I need to hear you say it or I'm never gonna believe it's real. Because I've wanted to hear those words from your mouth for as long as I can remember." Your voice was breathy and your heart was pounding out of your chest. This was happening.
He closed the gap between you, his soft lips catching yours with a kiss that you happily returned. His hands moved to your hips, gently holding you where you sat. After a moment, he broke the kiss off, not without some hesitation, and pressed his forehead against yours. "I've wanted to do that since the first day I met you."
Your heart was doing backflips, you couldn't believe the words you just heard. "Well, what the hell took you so long Farley?" You said through a smile, and his face lit up realizing that you felt the same way he did.
You kissed him before he could say anything else, your hands finding their way around the back of his neck and into his hair, and his arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Your lips parted and his tongue crashed against yours. Gone was the caution of the first kiss, this one had an urgency, a need, a passion behind it that couldn't be described. His hands roamed across your back, finding their way under your shirt and caressing your skin, his calloused fingers giving you goosebumps, and you couldn't help but imagine what they'd feel like inside you. He moved from your lips and left a trail of kisses from your cheeks down your neck and nipped at your collarbone, making your breath heavy and causing you to tighten your grip on his hair. He let out a muffled groan and brought himself back up to look you in the eyes before catching your lips again in a deep kiss, his hands moving down to your thighs and guiding your legs to wrap around his waist so he could grind his hips into you. He was hard, and he wanted you to feel it. You both had wanted this for so long and neither of you wanted to waste any more time, there was no need to discuss what was going to happen next, that kiss said everything it needed to say.
PJ moved his hands slowly up your sides, beneath your shirt, and reached around to unhook your bra, but you pulled away and stopped him before he could. "What's wrong? Is this too fast?" His face was worried, not wanting to do anything that you weren't comfortable with.
You pecked his lips reassuringly. "No, no, trust me nothing's wrong. It's just, we're in the middle of the kitchen in a house full of people, and Pete might have a heart attack if he walks in here and finds us undressed."
PJ rested his head on your shoulder for a moment, before grabbing your hands and pulling you off of the counter to stand in front of him. "Come on, let's hope no one's passed out in the spare room yet."
"We might have to kick 'em out if they are." You winked at him and chuckled.
He raised his eyebrows and did that damn cocky smirk that made your stomach flip. "Hmm, eager, are we?"
"Oh please, like you're not." Your arms wound around his waist and his did the same to you. "We both want this to happen, PJ, and I am not going to let some drunk lightweight stand in our way. They can hit the couch."
"Well, in that case-" He quickly kissed you before bending down to pick you up and carry you over his shoulder to the bedroom. You let out a surprised shriek and your hands gripped his shirt, both of you laughing the rest of the way to the room. PJ kicked the slightly ajar door open with one foot and stepped into the room, dimly lit by a TV playing music videos in the corner. "You gotta be fucking kidding me..."
You tried to peer around him but couldn't make out what he was looking at. "What? I can't see, put me down, Peej." He carefully lowered you down so your feet were back on the floor, you stood and turned around to find Mark, passed out on the spare bed face down, in nothing but his tighty whities.
"Oh hell no, this ain't happening." PJ was visibly frustrated at his drummer, he flicked the light on. "You ain't cock blocking me tonight, Gus, wake up." He nudged Mark's leg with his foot, but he didn't budge. "God damnit, WAKE UP GUS." He shouted next to Mark's ear and slapped him on the ass at the same time. You couldn't help but laugh.
"OW, what the fuck do you guys want?" Mark sleepily looked up at the two of you, too drunk and drowsy to comprehend the situation.
"Couch. Now." PJ tried to help him stand but he swatted his hands away, so the blonde shoved his clothes at him and ushered him towards the door.
"Aw dude, c'mon, you guys I was comfy... Wait, are you two gonna fuck?"
"MARK, COUCH. NOW. BYE." PJ pushed him the rest of the way out of the door and locked it behind him, then made his way back to you. "Alright, where were we again?"
"Hmm, I think we were somewhere around here..." You pulled him in by the collar of his flannel, and he met your lips with a sweet kiss. His hands danced across your body slowly, taking in every inch of you with his touch. You unbuttoned his flannel shirt, at least the few buttons he had actually bothered to do up, and slid it off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He slowly backed you up towards the bed, and lowered you down gently, leaning over top of you, his hair falling in your face. You giggled as he tried to push it out of the way unsuccessfully.
"Glad you find my suffering so funny, babe. One of these days I'll just cut it all off." He tried tucking it behind his ears but it wouldn't stay.
"It's a good thing you're cute, because you're failing miserably here." You teased, and pushed his hair out of the way to reach up and kiss him. "But I swear if you ever cut your hair off, well... I wouldn't go anywhere, but I might cry a little."
He chuckled and smiled down at you. "Well, last thing I'd ever want to do is make you cry." He had a look in his eye that said he really meant that, beyond just a comeback to your joke. He leaned down and his lips met yours again, his tongue tracing your bottom lip, you parted your mouth and he deepened the kiss. His hands slowly pushing your shirt up as they glided along your sides, momentarily breaking the kiss to pull it over your head, toss it away, and take in the view. "You're so fucking beautiful, y/n."
A smile spread across your face, along with a flush in your cheeks, and your hand reached for the back of his neck to pull him back to you. "Shut up and kiss me, Farley."
"Don't gotta tell me twice." Again, his mouth collided with yours, still smiling against your lips. The kiss grew more and more passionate, your need for each other escalating by the second. His mouth moved from your lips to leave kisses down your neck before moving to your collarbone. He sucked the flesh between his teeth, making you let out a soft moan, that was definitely going to leave a mark but you could not care less. His hands found their way to your breasts, kneading and caressing them as he kissed his way back to your mouth. Your hands roamed his chest, down to his sides, and you let them linger around his waistband, playing with the button on his jeans, choosing to tease him just a bit. Clearly catching on, PJ caught your lips with his teeth, biting down gently and earning a groan from you before letting go, he leaned down, took one of your bra straps in his teeth and pulled it off of your shoulder, doing the same on the other side with his hand. You both sat up slightly so you could undo the clasps and toss it aside. PJ paused to look at you in the light of the TV, he let out a "Fuck..." under his breath. You smirked and ran a hand up his chest, around his neck, and pulled him back down to you.
His kisses were fire, hot and full of want. His hands explored every inch of your torso, dragging his rough fingers across the skin of your breasts to squeeze and massage them. His lips moved from your mouth, down your neck, and lower to catch one nipple, while his fingers pinched and teased the other. His tongue swirling and flicking was leaving you wet and wanting to feel that sensation even further south. Your hands found their way into his hair, gently holding him there. He looked up at your face, his eyes locking with yours.
He trailed his lips down your stomach, kissing and licking until he reached the waist of your shorts. His eyes never left yours as he undid the button and slid your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor. He positioned himself further down on the bed between your knees, pressing his lips to the skin along your hips causing you breath to hitch in your throat. His kisses moved from your stomach to your inner thighs, and back up to that spot on your abdomen that made you gasp, tormenting you with how long he was dragging it out.
"You're a damn tease you know that?" Your voice clearly exasperated.
He glanced up at you smirking, "I have no idea what you're talking about." He planted one more kiss to your inner thigh, before his tongue ran along your folds. You threw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. He spread you open with his fingers and his tongue found its way to exactly the right spot, your hand clenched in his hair when he began flicking and circling your clit. He groaned against you, and brought his other hand up to slip one finger inside of you, and then another, slowly moving in and out while his tongue continued driving you wild. His eyes were fixated on your face, wanting to see every moment of your ecstasy. You couldn't stop your hips from bucking against him, his mouth was amazing, but you wanted more.
"Fuuuuck PJ... I need..." He sucked and kissed your clit and made you moan in the middle of your sentence.
His fingers did not let up, but he pulled his face away to speak, "Hmm what to you need babe? Tell me."
You propped yourself up on one elbow, and pulled his face towards you with your other arm, kissing his lips and tasting yourself on him. His fingers still moved inside of you, and he had begun using his thumb to rub your bud. "I... I need..." You tried to speak between kisses but another gasp of pleasure escaped you as his hand increased the pace. You reached for his waistband and began undoing his jeans, knowing that would get across what you wanted without words. You fumbled to try and push his pants down and he giggled against your lips and stood up to discard them himself. You took in the sight of him in the glow of the TV, he was bigger than you anticipated and you ached to feel every inch of it.
"You like what you see or something?" He teased, that damn cocky smirk spreading across his face as he kneeled between your legs, looking down at you and stroking himself.
"Maybe, but I'd like it more if you'd fuck me already." He bit his lip as he leaned over you and positioned himself to slowly begin sliding his length through your folds, teasing your clit as he moved back and forth, knowing it would just frustrate you more. Your hand reached to try and guide him to your entrance, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist and holding it beside you.
"Patience, babe." He leaned down to kiss you again, "I'll make it worth the wait, I promise." His voice was low and husky and he was clearly enjoying how badly you needed him.
The feeling of him rubbing against you was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, your chest heaving and his speed gradually increasing as your moans grew louder and your body writhed with pleasure. PJ released your wrist to hold down your torso, and started to rapidly use the head of his cock to rub against your clit. You could feel that familiar knot in your stomach building and you could barely catch your breath. "Fuck... PJ, I... I'm gonna..."
"I know, babe, cum for me." His pace never relented, and you cried out his name as your climax hit, your body squirming and shaking as he returned to slowly gliding his shaft back and forth against you as you came down from your high. He kissed you once more, "Fuck, you're amazing."
"Mmm, so are you, Peej." The sensation of him still grinding against you had you on cloud 9, and you pulled him in by his hair for a slow, deep kiss. And as your tongues danced together, he slid his length inside of you and groaned deeply into your mouth, drawing a cry from you at the same time. You pulled away from the kiss, surprised, and looked him in the eyes. He chuckled through heavy breaths.
"What, did you think I was only gonna make you cum once?" His movements started out slow and intentional, making sure you could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, and letting out his own moans of pleasure as he felt how tight you were around him. His hips were keeping a steady rhythm, and he nipped and sucked marks onto your neck that you were going to have a hard time covering up tomorrow.
Your arms snaked around his shoulders, and you dragged your nails up his back, eventually letting your hands find their way into his long blonde mane. "You're unbelievable, PJ."
"I'm going to assume you mean that as a good thing." He smiled as he lifted you upright, still inside of you, and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around him, his arms wound around your waist holding you close to him, and he began grinding into you, his pace was slow and hot, and his length was reaching deep inside of you in a way you'd never felt before. "Fuck, you feel so damn good, y/n/n." He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulders, quickening his pace with every noise you made, desperate to bring you both closer to your release. Your cries grew more intense, and you could feel the tension building in your stomach again.
"PJ, fuck, you feel amazing." Your words bringing that smirk back to his face, and you held on tightly to his hair, his cock filling you up entirely, each stroke feeling better than the last. He suddenly laid you back down, his thrusts had become harder and rougher and every move he made was drawing you closer and closer to orgasm. One of his hands held your hip down onto the bed, while the other traced it's way up your stomach, between your breasts, and around to hold you by the neck.
His thrusts paused for a moment and you let out a sigh, not wanting him to stop for a second. He leaned in, placed a gentle kiss to your lips and looked at you, concerned. "Is this ok? I won't go too hard."
You knew he wouldn't hurt you, you trusted him, and you had had many fantasies about those hands of his holding you down exactly like this. You nodded, kissed him hard and nipped at his lower lip. "PJ... Please choke me."
The look on his face said he was all too happy to hear those words from you. His hand tightened around your throat, not enough to stop your breath, but the pressure of it was more than enough to take your pleasure to another level. PJ's hips collided with yours, thrusting into you harder and harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Your moans grew louder as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, only slightly strained by the grip he had on your neck. His dark eyes watched your face, biting his lip and enjoying every expression you made, taking his own satisfaction in seeing how great he could make you feel.
His pace was relentless, his hand left your neck and wound into your hair, pulling you to his chest to hold you close as he pounded into you. Your fingernails dug into his back, and he groaned loudly against your neck. Your breathing was fast and hard, and you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the volume of your moans.
"PJ, fuck. I'm so close please... Don't stop, I'm-" You begged him to keep going. Your pleas interrupted by his hand in your hair pulling your face to his and his mouth catching yours in a short, passionate kiss.
"I got you baby, let go." He whispered against your lips, and after a few more strokes you threw your head back, curising his name and seeing stars as your body trembled through an even stronger orgasm. "Fuuuuck..." He moaned out, your walls clenching around him, bringing him to his own release and his pace finally slowed to grind his hips into you, drawing out every last second of both of your ecstasy. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you leaned in to kiss him deeply.
"Holy shit, Peej..." You were out of breath and panting as you pushed the hair of his face. "That was..." You couldn't find the words and just laughed in disbelief at how amazing he made you feel. "That was so damn good."
"Mmm. I agree." He laughed through his own laboured breath, and placed a peck on your lips before pulling out and rolling over to lay next to you. You curled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. You laid there like that for a while, talking and giggling together between sweet kisses, before PJ's arms tensed around you.
"What? What's wrong?"
"There's no way no one out there heard us, we weren't exactly quiet." His voice sounded nervous.
"So? Who cares, it's not like you haven't heard your bandmates have sex before, and they've probably heard you before, too."
"Yeah but, what about Pete? He's going to kill me, you're his sister."
"Step-sister. And don't worry about him." You smiled, it was cute how worried he was.
"Y/n, how am I supposed to not worry about it?"
"Is this why you never made a move on me before? Were you scared Pete would be mad about it?" Suddenly things started to make more sense.
"Well, yeah, of course I was worried about that. He's my bandmate, you're his sister. He's protective of you and probably wouldn't want me going after you." He sounded sad, Pete and him were close and he would never want to jeopardize that, you knew that.
"PJ, trust me, it's okay. He knows how I feel about you, and he told me months ago that he would approve if you and I ever got together because he trusts you. So don't stress about it." You chuckled and gently kissed him, the look of distress fading from his face as he took in what you said. "I mean, as long as you actually take me on a date after this. If not, then he might kill you."
"Pfft well we've got nothing to worry about then, cuz I'm gonna take you on as many dates as you'll let me." A grin spread across his face, and his thumbs drew circles on your back. "What do you say we get up in the morning and get breakfast, go rent a few movies, and then spend the day at my place watching them and being lazy?"
"Mmm that sounds perfect." You nestled into his chest and closed your eyes, feeling sleep start to overtake you.
"Alright, it's a date then." He planted a kiss to your head and held you close. "Goodnight, babe."
"Night Peej."
