Josh Kiszka Hear Me Out On This One

Locked Out - Sam Kiszka

A/N: I took some wonderful asks over for @jake-kiszkas-smirk . Thank you for entrusting me with these! Hope y’all enjoy! I think I’m finally getting back in my groove…! *knocks on wood* As always, I apologize for any errors that I may have missed!

WARNINGS: Cocky Sam... Sam being a lil brattier than the brat.

18+ content, minors please DNI! Teasing, biting, hair pulling, edging (M), overstimulation (F), oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex.

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You were sprawled out on the couch, a random comedy movie that you were hardly paying any attention to filling your living room with a comfortable noise.

You’d been working on a personal little art project for a couple of hours now, but decided to break for a bit to check your phone and give your hands a break, too.

Going through your notifications, you saw one from hours prior, letting you know that a package had been delivered; extra supplies that you needed for your project.

“Oh, shit!” Jumping up from the couch, you scrambled to your front door - just throwing on a little jacket and a pair of slip on vans.

You ran out of the house, pulling the door up behind you… that you didn’t know was locked.

Once you grabbed the package, you ran excitedly back up to your front door and placed the little package under your arm.

Grabbing the doorknob, you froze in place when it didn’t turn.

“No… no no no no no,” you rambled frantically, going into an immediate state of panic.

You let the -thankfully not fragile- piece of mail fall from under your arm as you felt around your pockets for your phone. At least you had managed to bring that.

You immediately dialed your landlord’s number.

“Y/N? It’s awfully late. Everything okay?” He asked you, sounding tired and most likely in for the night.

“Listen, I know it’s late, but I just locked myself out of my house…” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to stay calm… ish.

“Oh, dear… I’m sorry, Y/N, I left to go out of town for the week… So I can’t come unlock it. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He sounded so genuine and concerned. “I can call Sam for you and you could crash at his place for the night? I can get a locksmith over sometime tomorrow.”

You scoffed at the offer, knowing for sure you’d rather lay out and sleep on your wooden porch swing and risk freezing.

“That a no?” He chuckled, sounding only slightly offended. “It’s really the only option I can offer, unless you happened to have left a window unlocked.”

“Now, that’s an idea,” you spoke, becoming hopeful. “I’ll climb through one of the windows.”

“Let me know how that works out. Good luck.”

You hung up the phone, jiggling the door handle once more just to be sure you weren’t just crazy.

Alas, you definitely were not.

You glanced around the front porch, knowing if any of the windows were miraculously unlocked - it wasn’t any of the ones up front.

Deciding that the Kitchen window was the only likely option, you made your way around the side of your house. Praying it was still open from a few nights back, when you had opened it to let out the smoke of a cooking mishap.

You were mentally thanking the universe that at least it was late and Everyone in your neighborhood of mostly elders were more than likely in bed.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled in annoyance, realization washing over you as you reached the window that you weren’t tall enough to reach it.

You ran around to the back porch, snatching a bucket from the step and carrying it back around to your kitchen window.

Placing it carefully, you stepped up on it and grabbed onto the ledge of the window for some sort of extra stability.

Just as you began trying to push it open, headlights lit up you and most of your surroundings - serving as an embarrassing spotlight.

And of course, it was Sam. The one person in the entire neighborhood that would be coming home so late - more than likely from a show.

The two of you had been neighbors for a few long years now. For whatever reason, you found his constant running around exhausting and annoying. You felt as though he never slowed down enough to really enjoy anything.

There were mutual feelings there of course. Sam was convinced you were stuck up and had not the slightest clue how to have a good time.

Both of you couldn’t be farther from the truth about one another, but one thing you both had in common was stubbornness.

Ultimately, that’s what kept either of you from seeing the other any other way, than what you’d let yourselves assume.

You didn’t even glance in his direction, hoping by some miracle that he didn’t see you. However, you knew all too well that your current position wasn’t exactly what one would call discreet.

“Got so bored you just decided to break into your own house!?” Sam called teasingly. “There’s better things to do, ya know?”

You closed your eyes in attempts to quell your growing anger, as his voice grew closer and the cold grass crunched under his converse.

“No, actually.” You bit quickly. “I got locked out on accident.”

“And your first course of action was to try and climb through your kitchen window?” Sam scoffed, as if it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard.

“How about you fuck off?” You snapped, flinging your hands in the air around you, almost losing your balance entirely. “Shit!-”

“Just come to my place, for fucks sake.” Sam offered through a huff as he threw his hands up to stable you. “You can chill there until the landlord can come open your door. It’s too cold for this horse shit.”

You glared at his hands, trying to ignore the tingle they left behind. “I’m very much fucking good.”

“Obviously you’re not.” Sam chided, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness.

“Well… He’s out of town and quite honestly-“ You placed your hands on your hips. -“I think I’d rather sleep out here in the cold, than step a single toe in your house.”

“Oh, really?” Sam chuckled in slight amusement.

You nodded “Yes.”

“Okay, then.”

Before you could even process what was happening, Sam was tossing you over his shoulder.

“wha- PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!” You screeched, stupidly trying to pry his fingers off of your legs. “Are you insane?!”

“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckled, tightening his grip as to not drop you. “And no, I’m not insane.”

“Samuel.”

“Y/N.” He mocked your firm tone and stopped in his tracks for a moment, just to listen to what you had to say.

“I told you,” You mumbled, dangling over his shoulder. “I would rather sleep out here and freeze.”

“Yeah, well, as much as you get on my nerves-“ Sam stopped mid sentence as he worked his way up the steps cautiously. “-that’s not happening on my watch.”

“Whatever. Just put me down?” Reluctantly, you agreed and wiggled around again in his arms. “My legs do fucking work, in case you didn’t know that.”

He finally placed you back on your own two feet.

“Yeah and that snappy ass mouth works too, apparently.” Sam muttered, shoving his key in the door. He gestured inside a little reluctantly. “After you.”

You all but stomped into Sam’s house, putting your distaste of the situation on full display.

It was definitely too cold to sleep outside and you were thankful (somewhere very deep down) for Sam’s offer to let you stay the night.

Unfortunately, that didn’t change the fact that he got on your last nerve.

“You know, this is gonna be a pretty miserable night if you can’t pretend to like me at least a little bit.” Sam stated obviously, an annoyed edge to his tone.

“That goes both fucking ways.” mumbling, you slinked down into his couch, a frustrated pout engraved into your face.

“And excuse me for being upset that my night has become just a little fucked up.” You bit rather harshly. Before he could even retaliate, you continued on in an angry ramble of complaints. “I got locked out of my own house. I have no clothes or anything to sleep with, or even to get ready for bed with. Hell, I can’t even finish my art piece!”

Sam clicked his tongue, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, that’s all pretty shitty. But I can solve most of those problems -except for the little art project or whatever.”

“I don’t want you to solve anything for me.” You cross your arms over your chest like a toddler.

“Well, you’re sitting in my living room… so i’ve already solved one of your problems.” Sam held up a single finger in punctuation. “But if you wanna sleep in fucking jeans and a cut up band tee, you do that.”

You wanted to argue with him further, but upon Sam pointing out the clothing you were still wearing, you became hyper aware of how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in.

“Fine,” you mumbled, not even loud enough for him to hear.

Sam put his hand up to his ear and stepped closer to you. “Huh? Can you be a little louder?”

“I said “fine”.” You spoke up dryly, punctuating the last word louder than what was actually necessary.

Sam just huffed an annoyed laugh, disappearing up the stairs without an actual word.

You sat there and waited for what felt like forever, assuming Sam would just bring the clothes down to you.

But, of course not.

“Are you coming up here or what?” Sam peered down over the little upstairs balcony, tapping the railing impatiently.

You glanced up at him slowly just as he leaned into the railing even more. You gave him an unamused expression, trying to suppress the shock that washed over you.

“Would have made a lot more sense for you to just tell me to follow you up there, don’t you think?” You quipped, standing up from the couch and walking to the stairs. “I can’t read your mind.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’m giving you some of my clothes, so I figured it was implied that you follow me.”

You bit back the snicker that threatened to flutter out of you, choosing to follow Sam the rest of the way to his room, in half-comfortable silence.

Sam’s room was far more cozy than you would have ever imagined. The walls were an off white, his bed was covered in what some might consider excessive amounts of blankets and pillows.

The only light in the room was from a few salt lamps, casting a peachy-orange glow around the rather large room. A single candle flickered away on his nightstand, filling the room with a layer of different sweet scents - the main note being Vanilla.

“Here,” Sam grabbed a towel and a few articles of clothing from his bed and turned back to you, all but shoving them in your arms. “You can use my bathroom, or the one in the hallway. Your choice. I’m going back to my piano.”

Before you could even process what he had said, he was sauntering out of his bedroom door and down the hall. The sound of his footsteps against the stairs, was what snapped you out of your shocked trance.

Even though he offered up his own bathroom, you didn’t feel quite right doing that. So, you made your way down the hallway to the bathroom you’d seen just minutes before, on your way to Sam’s bedroom.

The bathroom was daintily decorated and the faint smell of cologne lingered in the air. It was a decent size, but not as big as you guessed Sam’s ensuite bathroom was.

Cutting on the water and Peeling off your clothes from the day, you tied your hair up and replayed the last hour or so and all its events over in your head.

So much had happened in such a short amount of time.

You sulked and huffed occasionally under the warm water, taking use of the body wash that sat in the corner of the shower.

As you attempted to scrub away your frustration, you couldn’t help but think about Sam. You blamed it on the body wash, smelling sweet and warm - just like he always did whenever you inevitably bumped into him.

Shutting the water off and grabbing the towel that he’d given you, it only took a few seconds for you to register the flawless sounds of the piano - no longer clouded by the sounds of running water.

You stood, droplets of water dripping off you as basked in the beautiful music Sam was creating. You tried not to hate yourself for enjoying it.

After all, he may be annoying, but he was damn sure talented and you couldn’t short him of that.

You finished drying off after another moment or two, picking up the sweatpants and t-shirt that Sam had given you.

You couldn’t help but dwell for a moment about the fact that, you were stuck without a bra or panties. Something about having to put on Sam’s clothes completely bare underneath, naturally had you just a little bit embarrassed.

Folding up your own clothes neatly, you made your way out of the bathroom and back downstairs, placing them somewhere out of the way.

You settled into the couch with your phone, still taking in the much louder sounds of the piano. Now that you were closer, it was even more clear and beautiful. Calming even.

Diving deeper into whatever social media you finally decided was entertaining enough, the sounds of the piano were pushed away to just background noise.

So much so, that you didn’t even notice when it had stopped and Sam’s voice was startling you.

“I’m going to bed,” he stated simply. “There’s blankets on that rack beside the couch and I guess I’ll bring you a pillow from my bed.”

Giving off the impression that even the bare minimum was agitating him, you declined the offer for his own pillow sassily.

“Don’t even trouble yourself,” Your eyes narrowed. “I’ll use this decorative pillow.”

Sam gave you an amused look. “Suit yourself.”

You scoffed, mumbling out an “unbelievable,” that you guessed he didn’t even hear.

After a minute or two more of scrolling through your phone, you got up and walked over to cut off the light switch. You settled into the couch with one of the blankets and the decorative pillow, that you sarcastically insisted you’d use.

Just as you started to really relax-

“Catch, Y/N-“

Your eyes shot open, arms flying over your head to protect yourself just as a pillow smacked against you.

“What the actual FUCK, Samuel?!” You screeched, pushing the pillow away from your face.

Sam laughed, too loud for the hour that it was. “Did you really think after everything else I’ve given you tonight, I wouldn’t give you a damn pillow?”

“Yeah, thank you for that, but like...” You snatched the pillow up in your hand, holding it up dramatically. “You couldn’t bring it down here and hand it to me?”

“Nope. Didn’t feel like going down the stairs.” Sam turned back towards the hallway. “Goodnight!”

You let out another tired and frustrated sigh, tossing the pillow behind you and attempting to get back to the comfort level you’d had just moments ago.

Drifting off to sleep was fairly easy once you finally did get comfortable. The warmth and sweet smell of Sam’s house, the soft glow of a lamp he’d left on, it all helped lull you to sleep within minutes.

That peaceful sleep only lasted so long, though.

“You’re so pretty, cum for me, doll. Come on-“

Sam’s voice cut through your mind and seemed to echo around; bouncing off the walls of your skull, jolting you awake instantly.

You sat up straight, a layer of sweat had formed over your skin and your chest heaved with quick, labored breaths.

The damp feeling between your legs couldn’t be ignored either, no matter how much you wanted to ignore it.

You fought to calm yourself down, laying back down into the couch.

All you could see when you closed your eyes, was the obscene imagines of Sam’s hand between your legs.

Even as you stared up at the ceiling; no signs of sleep in your near future at all, Sam’s voice continued to echo throughout your mind.

“God damnit,” you uttered, banging your head against the pillow, hoping for a moment it would just turn into a brick.

You contemplated all your options; Stay on the couch, please yourself all on your own and try to go back to sleep. Or, go upstairs and make up some excuse about not being able to sleep or something… Maybe just being next to Sam would help. Or hell, even getting yourself off and then going upstairs anyway.

After a minute or two of thinking, every single idea you had, pretty much ended with you going upstairs to Sam.

So, deciding to try your luck, you pulled yourself up from the couch and made your way towards the stairs.

Quietly, you made your way up and down the hall to Sam’s bedroom, trying to come up with an -albeit bullshit excuse- but an excuse nonetheless.

The door was cracked ever so slightly, just enough for you to peak through and see him sleeping soundly in his bed.

Casting the hesitation creeping up inside you as far away as it would go, your fingertips touched the cool wood of the door and lightly pushed it open.

“Sammy…” You squeaked out, barely stepping through the doorway.

He stirred for a moment and you realized that your whispered call of his name, was definitely not enough.

“Sam.”

It was firmer and louder, but not too loud as to startle him.

Sam stirred around again, before one of his eyes popped open sleepily.

He offered a half ass acknowledgment to your presence. “Hm?”

“I, uhm… the couch is uncomfortable…” Staring down at the floor, you fiddled mindlessly with your fingers,

“Aaand this is suddenly my problem?” Sam cocked one of his eyebrows, opening up both eyes now.

“It’s your house...” You pointed, as if it was indeed his problem, simply for that reason.

“What do you want me to do? Trade with you?” Sam jested, taunting you. “You’re such a fucking princess.”

“No….” You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. ”I’m not gonna make you get up. Can I… Can I just lay with you…?”

Sam sat up in his spot, running his hands through his hair as a smirk pulled at his lips. “You’re being so much sweeter now. What’s the deal, hm?”

You panicked slightly, wondering if he was really on to you, or if he was just trying to rattle your cage.

“Nothing, just- nevermind. I’ll go back down-“

“Okay, okay, whatever.” Sam cut you off. “I’m fucking with you. I guess I don’t care if you sleep here with me...”

You stopped in your tracks, turning back around to face him with a light pink tinge covering your cheeks and eyes slightly widened with shock.

“Really?”

“No, I’m still just yanking your chain.” Sam grumbled sarcastically. “Yes, really.”

Your feet were carrying you to Sam’s bed, before your brain had even given the okay.

Sam slid over, giving you room to join in next to him. You settled under the covers, breathing a pretty long sigh of relief. He turned over on his side, facing away from you and you fought to get comfortable yourself.

After a minute or two, you finally settled in a little. Of course, your body was still having absolutely none of it.

All you could think of was the gorgeous man that was now next to you - who was, without a doubt, feeling the heat exuding off of your body.

With a huff, you shifted again and Sam mumbled some incoherencies from behind you.

“Fucks sake, I might as well have a space heater next to me.” Sam teased, but there was obvious annoyance in his tone.

Flipping over on your back, you turned your head to the side and glared at the back of his head. “It’s hot.”

“Liar.” Sam smirked, flipping over to face you.

He looked you up and down then joked cooly, “If you’re so hot, why don’t you just take off some of your clothes?”

You scoffed, cheeks turning pink again. He was absolutely on to you.

You tried your best to sound repulsed by his idea. “I’d rather suffer.”

“Oh, you would?” Sam questioned slyly. “At least if you took them off, it would be a lot easier for me to get you off.”

Your head snapped to look at him, mouth gaping at his sudden bluntness.

“What? That’s what you came up here for, right?”

“Well, i- uhm..” you swallowed, opening and closing your mouth a couple times as you frantically searched for something to say.

“The faster you tell me, the sooner I can help.” Inching closer to you, his hand came up to graze over your cheek. “You got all hot and bothered downstairs thinking of me, huh?”

That cocky fuck.

“Fuck you.” Staring up at the ceiling, you fought to keep your eyes from fluttering closed as his soft touch consumed you. “I’m not telling you.”

“You don’t really need to tell me.” Sam chuckled lowly, voice still laced with sleep and now a little bit of lust. “I know I’m right on the money.”

“And how do you know, Samuel?” You pressed, flicking your eyes to him briefly.

“I think you’ll be severely embarrassed if I go down the list.” Sam snickered, trying to spare you of what he knew.

Cringing, you asked him to continue anyway. “No, tell me.”

“Well for starters, you’ve been squirming around in my bed for half an hour now.” Sam started, pitching in that annoyed edge. “Your cheeks have been twenty different shades of pink, your body is just radiating hellfire… And! The real kicker, I heard you moaning my name.”

All the blood drained from your face, as soon as those last few words left Sam’s mouth. You wanted to shrink down into the mattress, tiny enough that he couldn’t find you even with a magnifying glass.

“You heard me??” You covered your face with both hands, muffling your words. “But I was just- I was just dreaming?!”

“Yep, I did.” Sam confirmed again, matter-of-factly. “And I guess your dream was just pretty realistic. ‘Uh, Sammy! Please!’”

You pulled your knees up and scrunched yourself up, groaning loudly to block out his mocking. “Oh, my god. Shut up!”

Placing a hand on your knee closest to him, he gently pushed it back down. “At least they sounded pretty.”

Allowing your legs to stretch back out, Sam took the opportunity to crawl over top of you.

He took each of your wrists in his hands and pulled them away from your face. You immediately noticed the way his hands and fingers wrapped all the way around them.

“Do I make them sound as pretty as you do? What do you think, princess?” Sam grinned above you, staring down at you with dark eyes and radiating a confidence that turned you on even more.

“Not even close.” You shot, trying to feed off of some of his confidence.

“Oh, so I make them sound better? Got it.” Sam’s hand found your cheek, pinching it slightly between his fingers. “God, you’re so flustered and pink. What could I have possibly done to make you blush this much, huh?”

Smacking his hand away weakly, you huffed. “Sam.”

There was nothing you wanted more than his lips on yours… And all over the rest of your body.

“What?” Sam raised, leaning down closer to you.

“Fucking kiss me, or I’m getting up and fixing my problem downstairs. On your couch. While you listen.” You punctuated your warning, hoping the little bit of courage you were able to muster was enough.

“That sounds like a threat, but also another lie.” Slipping a finger under your chin, he leaned in even closer. “Don’t start getting bratty on me now, cause I’ll make you do it.” Sam warned, low and gravely against your cheek. “It wouldn’t be any fun that way around, would it?”

“You’re such a brat.”

“Mm, takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Sam questioned. “I have to out-brat the brat, princess.”

“Well… I don’t think you’d actually make me do that.” You knew he probably would, but you weren’t about to admit it.

You turned your head to chase after Sam’s lips, but he pulled away swiftly. “You wanna try me?”

“No,” You caved. “What I want is for you to fucking kiss me.”

“So needy.” Sam shook his head, finally closing the space between you two.

His lips met yours in what you thought would be a slow and easy kiss. Instead, it was desperate and quick in pace, robbing you of the air in your lungs and making that aching pulse between your legs even worse.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging at it hard enough to draw a soft whimper out of him. It was barely audible, the main signs of it being the soft vibration of his lips.

After a few more moments, Sam pulled away - breathless. “If you weren’t so busy despising my existence, I sure as shit would have kissed you a lot sooner.”

“‘Despise’ is a strong word,”

His lips curled up into a crooked smile as you spoke.

“Mm, strongly dislike, then…?” Sam placed a kiss over your jaw, working his way down your neck. He searched for a sensitive spot, with unmatched dedication.

A soft whine bubbled out of you, making him hum into your skin. He spent a few more seconds babying the spot he’d found, before moving down farther.

“T-take it off,” you breathed out. “Take my shirt off, please.”

“Bratty girl even added a ‘please’.” Sam smirked, pulling away from you. “-and It’s my shirt.”

His hands traveled down your sides, taking the hem of his shirt in his hands.

“Fine,” you grumbled, punctuating your words with an eye roll. “Take off your shirt, please.”

Sam’s lips pulled up in a conniving smirk as he leaned back, giggling at your confused expression.

The confused expression didn’t last long; quickly forming into a scowl as Sam pulled off his own shirt instead of yours.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Taking the hem in your own hands, your started to yank the material over your head yourself.

“Hey, now-“ Sam put an abrupt stop to your actions. “That’s my job, thank you.”

“You should get fired, then.” You glared up at him, releasing the hem to let his hands replace yours.

The room suddenly filled with the sound of Sam’s laugh, full and dripping with sarcasm.

“If you’d slow down, you might think I need a raise.” Sam nodded his head upwards, signaling you to lift your arms for him.

You did as he asked, letting him pull his shirt off of you.

“Oh, yes…” Sam breathed, marveling at the sight of your bare chest, like a kid with a brand new toy. “Fuck yes, you’re so perfect.”

A deep blush settled over your cheeks. You settled back against the pillows completely, letting Sam do as he pleased.

“Let’s experiment a little, shall we?” Sam mumbled, the corner of his lip twitching upwards briefly.

He slowly took one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, his other hand gently cradling your other breast.

Glancing up at, he asked. “Which do you like better, princess?”

“This…?” With his questions, he pinched your nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure, drawing a choked whimper from you.

“Or, this…”

Dipping his head down to your breast that he’d been cradling in his hand, he took that nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” you whimpered again, slightly more vocal this time.

His breath fanned over your nipple as he pulled away just enough to speak. “Yeah? Is that the one?”

Sam moved back to the other and repeated the action, slipping his hand underneath your back when you arched into him.

He held you up against him, trailing kisses over your collarbones as your head fell back, then, trailing them down your sternum.

“So,” Kiss. “So,” Kiss. “Pretty.”

Laying you back down against the mattress, Sam continued his track down your body.

It was safe to say that no one had ever spent this much time working you up. There’s was no doubt in your mind that by the time Sam made it to where you needed him, you would be soaking through your panties and probably onto his sheets, too.

Sam trailed kisses down your stomach in a pattern that, to anyone else, would seem so random. But to him, it was so intentional. It was thought out. Like he had a plan and was sticking to it.

As he reached the hem of sweatpants he’d lended you, his eyes found yours again.

Before he could even ask, you were already eagerly giving him permission.

“Take them off, please.” You begged lightly. “Both of them.”

“Why so desperate?” Sam questioned tauntingly, hooking his hands in both the sweatpants and your panties . “Is this pretty little clit giving you trouble? Does it need me to baby it? Huh, Princess?”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as Sam finally tugged the articles of clothing, all the way off and settled between your legs.

“I need it,” you breathed, looking down at him in intense anticipation.

“Need it so bad, Sammy.”

“Where did that tough girl go… you know, the one that hates my guts?” The smirk on his face was downright sinister. “Where did she disappear to so fast?”

Sam placed a teasing kiss over your clit, watching you through his lashes.

“Sam… put your mouth to better fucking use.” You tried to demand, but it was just breathy and weak.

“Mm, you’re too whiny to sound tough now.” Sam chuckled, sliding his middle finger through your folds. “It’s almost pathetic.”

“Samuel.” His name snapped out of you in an exasperated sigh - a pure display of your frustration.

“Relaaax,” Sammy drawled out the word tauntingly.

He flashed you his crooked, toothy smile and slowly slid his thumb through your folds. Collecting some of your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, he rubbed slow, teasing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“More, Sammy-“ You begged, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t grant you anything you begged for.

He barely had so far, why would he now?

But much to your surprise, he did indeed give you more.

“You need more, princess??” he asked, adding a sweetness to his tone that - any other time - would have your blood boiling.

Without waiting for you to answer, his thumb retreated from your clit and his mouth took over. His finger grazed the edges of your entrance, taunting it a little - beckoning you to beg just a little more.

“S-Sammy,” his name tumbled out of you, whiny and shaky with need.

Pleased with the reaction he drew from you, he sunk his finger into you and immediately started his search for that sweet spot inside you.

A stream of moans and curses started falling from your mouth, egging him on and on. “Oh- oh fuck, Samm-“

He simply hummed against you, mouth occupied, tending to your needy clit.

With an experimental curl of his fingers at just the right angle, he pressed into your G-spot.

Your back arched away from the bed with a pitiful cry of pleasure. You weren’t too keen on the fact that you were blowing Sam’s head up, but… it was becoming gradually more worth the cocky remarks he would surely have, once it was all said and done.

Focusing in on the pleasure he was sending through your body, you hesitantly reached up and tangled your fingers in Sam’s hair, tugging it and pushing him harder against your heat all at once.

With a few more curls of his fingers and swirls of his tongue over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightened.

And just before it snapped inside you, you gave Sam a broken, verbal warning of your orgasm.

“Sammy… i- i’m gonna c-cum,”

A borderline evil, and definitely cocky, chuckle erupted from him, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and continued a steady pace with his fingers.

You tugged away at his hair, eyes falling shut as the band of pleasure broke inside you.

And he guided you through it all, coaxing endless moans and slurs of his name out of you as you came around his fingers.

But as you started to come down, his pace hardly slowed.

You gasped and writhed against his mouth in overstimulation, tugging at his hair in attempts to get his all too skilled mouth away from your hypersensitive clit.

Sam was having none of it.

Pulling his fingers out of you carefully, but quickly, he reached up with both hands and grabbed your wrists. He pulled them away from his hair and pinned them down to the bed at your sides, never letting his tongue lose contact with your bundle of nerves.

“Sam- I can’t!“ You choked out, trying to decide if you wanted him to stop. Or, judging by the way your hips had started grinding into his mouth again, if you wanted him to keep going. “Samuel-“

He broke away suddenly, mouth and chin soaked with your wetness and his chest heaving lightly.

“Just a minute ago you were begging for more?” Sam moved his hands from your wrists, down to your hands and laced his fingers with yours. Still keeping them pinned firmly in place.

Sam shook his head softly in faux disappointment. “Trying to give you more and you can’t even take it. Pitiful.”

He returned his mouth to your clit and a choked moan erupted from you.

It was completely foreign to you; being lead straight into a second orgasm. You were lucky with past partners, to even get one.

And here Sam was, coaxing another out of you at the mercy of his tongue.

He continued toying with your clit, babying it with his tongue in different ways to see what made you moan the loudest.

“Sam- Keep going, keep going,” you pleaded, grinding yourself up into his tongue.

Sam acknowledged your pleaded with a soft squeeze of his hands, still tangled with your own.

Knowing you were getting close again, he sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing his tongue around it in search of a little spot that would send you over.

Sam’s tongue flicked against the side of your bundle of nerves just right, eliciting a stream of curses and moans from you.

“Don’t stop, Sam-“ You forced your voice to squeak the words out. “-M’gonna cum.”

Your body began to squirm beneath him involuntarily, forcing Sam to release your hands and throw his arms over your hips.

The bliss-filled coil exploded in you once again, shooting shock waves of pleasure down through your hands and all the way down to your toes.

Faintly, you could hear and feel Sam groan against you, drawn out of him when he couldn’t help but grind his hips into the mattress.

Once you had calmed down, Sam pulled his mouth away from you with a prideful smile.

“You’re so cute when I make a mess of you, princess.” Sam’s skilled tongue appeared and licked over his lips. “I could do nothing but play with that pretty cunt every day and I’d be very happy.”

A crimson blush dusted over you cheeks. Definitely not a shock to either of you. Sam really knew how to keep you blushing, apparently.

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that you absolutely wouldn’t mind him eating you out every hour of the day.

But as Sam crawled over you, all the thoughts in your head scattered in all directions.

Instead of saying anything, you brought your hands up to find the hem of his shorts and pushing them down.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” Sam teased, watching your hands for a moment before joining his own to help you.

You quipped right back without missing a beat. “Interesting choice of words for someone whose mouth was just buried in mine.”

“Shut it. You could barely handle two orgasms.” Sam rolled his eyes. “‘Sammy, I can’t! I can’t’” He mimicked you poorly.

“I could’ve handled another.” You squinted your eyes up at Sam, challenging him.

Sam tossed away his shorts and boxers. “Oh, you think so?”

“Mhm. I think so, Yes.” You gave him a curt nod.

His tone was drenched with amusement. “I think this challenge is gonna be more than you bargained for, baby doll.”

Sam waited until you were right about to make your rebuttal, before he teased himself over your entrance and up to your clit, tracing around it lightly with his tip.

You gasped, rolling your hips into his teasing movements. “Oh-“

“Use that pretty voice to tell me what you want.” Sam commanded gently. “Can you do that for me?”

“I want you in me.” Your hands found the backs of Sam’s shoulders. “Please, I want you in me.”

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. “Is that all you got, princess? I think you can do better than that.”

“Fuck you, Sam.” Your tone was harsher than you’d expected it to be, especially compared to the words that had just left your mouth moments before.

“We would be fucking if you would just beg me.” Sam slipped into you, just barely sinking his tip inside. “And make it sound prettier this time.”

“I gave you all you’re gonna get, Kiszka.” You stood defiant. “Either fuck me, or-“

Without a single bit of warning, Sam pushed into you to the hilt. The sting of him stretching you out, stole all of the air from your lungs.

“Keep talking shit,” Sam grunted, daring you to open your mouth again. “Run that pretty mouth, in that annoying little voice and see where you end up.”

The only response you gave him the second you opened your mouth, was another moan as he delivered a sharp thrust into you.

“What’s that? Come on, use your words, princess.” Sam spoke mockingly. “I can’t understand sounds.”

In attempts to deepen his pace, Sam leaned over you, planting both forearms on either side of your head.

The new proximity between the two of you, had your breath catching on every inhale. All the moans leaving your lips were choked and grew even higher in pitch, thanks to his new angle.

Sam’s thrusts were relentless and unforgiving, his cock hitting and dragging against spots you didn’t even know existed. Spots you never knew had been craving such merciless attention.

“F-fuck, Sam!” You threw your arms around him, digging your nails into Sam’s back and shoulders. “Ha-Harder. I need it- harder.”

Sam’s face was buried into your neck, biting and sucking at whatever skin his mouth could get to.

“Harder?” Sam purred right into your ear, before his tone became slightly teasing. “Harder, huh?”

One of his hands slipped between you, splaying across your lower belly. “You wanna feel me up here?”

Without waiting for you to answer, he moved his hand from your stomach to your leg, hiking it up and over his hip in one swift, rough movement that matched the rough pace of his hips.

He pulled himself up from over top of you, bringing his other hand between your bodies and circling two fingers over your clit.

It was a featherlight touch, knowing how sensitive you still were. However, the lightness of the touch didn’t stop it from being just as effective, though.

“Sammy, please!” Your hips jerked and bucked up to meet his thrusts and his fingers all at once.

The thought of another orgasm was dizzying.

Feeling himself growing dangerously close to his own peak, Sam slowed to a stop, but stayed buried inside you. His fingers continued circling over your clit, purposefully guiding you closer and closer to your peak without him.

“Why…” You started to choke out in a whiny tone. “Why did you- fuck- stop?”

Sam pulled out of you slowly, mouth falling open as he watched himself slide out of you.

“I’m not ready to cum yet.” Sam spoke calmly, cool and sickeningly collected as ever.

His fingers dipped down to your entrance, bringing some of your wetness back up to your bundle of nerves.

Your back arched away from the bed slightly. “Sammy, please…”

“I’ll cum with you when I’m ready.” He told you, smirking as he watched your breathing become even more labored.

“I can’t, I- I can’t wait,” you whimpered, choking on the pleasure that was seconds away from consuming your body.

“I never said you had to wait for me.” Sam’s fingers dug just a little deeper against your clit. “I’m gonna keep making you cum, until I’m ready to finally cum with you.”

“Oh, god…” You genuinely didn’t know if your body could function in the way that he was practically demanding it to.

Shifting again, Sam slipping back inside you slowly. He started pumping in and out of you, gradually speeding up his pace again.

Your mouth fell open the second he hit one of those sweet spots inside you, hurling your body into another orgasm.

Your hand wrapped around Sam’s wrist, feeling the muscles in his forearms flexing as his fingers continued working you over.

He pulled his hand away, leaning his body back down over yours.

“Relax, princess.” Sam whispered lowly into your ear. “Doing so good for me.”

As you calmed down, your body ached for his previous pace.

You begged through the mind numbing (yet addicting) feeling of overstimulation. “Don’t stop. Shit, please don’t-“

“Funny how just a couple hours ago, you couldn’t stand me.” Sam snickered, panting and grunting in between a couple words. “Now your pretty body is coming undone for me. Right- fuck, right here in my bed.”

God, he was making your brain short circuit.

“Want to ride you,” it slipped out before you could think better of it.

“Yeah? You wanna ride me, baby doll?” Sam questioned lightly, his way of checking to be sure it was really what you wanted and not a completely thoughtless statement.

You nodded frantically, looking into his eyes for the first time in a little while. Every bit of the sex filled air in your lungs, poured out of you in a shaky sigh.

“You can ride me, princess.” Sam nodded back, pulling out of you. “As long as you do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”

“That depends,” you mumbled in response.

Sam clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling you into his lap anyway.

“Bratty girl.” His hand smacked down against your bare thigh, causing you to gasp and drop your head back.

“Ooo, she liked that.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slowly sunk down on his cock - hard and throbbing from edging himself.

The deeper you took him, the more your arms shook and threatened to fail in upholding the weight they were under.

“Do that again,” you begged through your shaky voice, aching to feel the sting of his hand on your skin again.

Sam’s lips pulled up in a pleased smirk, as he drawer his hand back and bringing it down again, this time against your ass.

The pleasurable pain of it, caused a choked moan to erupt from your lungs. You clenched down around him, causing his smirk to falter and a whiny moan of his own.

“Fucking christ, Y/N-“

“Not so smug now, are you, Sammy boy?” It felt nice to finally have a quip of your own.

Of course it took him no time to recollect himself. Slick fuck.

Sam’s hand slid from where it was still lingering over your ass, up to your hair. His fingers tangled in, swiftly yanking your head back.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, princess.” He warned lowly, delivering a sharp thrust up into you. “That wouldn’t be in your best interest.”

Despite his fingers being tightly woven into your hair, you started rolling your hips into his.

“That’s it, princess. Be a good girl and move for me,” He was taunting you; taking note of how you were struggling to hold it together. How your eyes had closed, as he kept your head tipped back. How you bottom lip was secured between your teeth.

Blindly, you trailed your hand up his chest until your fingertips could feel his collarbones. Your hand moved up just a little farther, until it was resting against the base of his neck.

You were convinced that even the loudest of noises, would fail in covering up the gasp that Sam emitted.

His fingers loosened in your hair, his hand falling to the back of your neck and you immediately looked back down at him.

“What is it, Sammy?” You fought to find a tone just as mocking as his had been all night. “Now who looks all fucked out?”

“Don’t- oh, fuck me-“ Now Sam’s tone was whiny, just as yours had been. “Don’t fucking try me. I’m telling you, little brat.”

Your grip tightened slightly around his throat, just as his tightened around the back of your neck.

It took everything in you to keep the quick pace of your hips; your main encouragement being getting Sam off.

“Slow down.” Sam bit out through gritted teeth, grabbing at your hips with both of his large hands.

“N-no.”

The two of you were caught up in a little battle for dominance. Unfortunately for you, Sam was stronger a just a little too good at what he does. So, the upper hand was his once again within seconds.

Just as you felt Sam twitch inside you, he was using all his strength to haul you off of him, dragging you up to his face.

Your hands flew forward to grab onto the headboard of Sam’s bed. You were almost certain you were going have whiplash later.

“God damnit, Sam!”

You weren’t sure if your outburst was because of losing your upper hand, or if it was from Sam’s mouth connecting with your swollen bundle of nerves.

However, you lacked the brain power to figure it out, so, you chalked it up to both.

“At least you don’t have as much to say now-“ A stream of moans cut through your sentence, as Sam’s tongue flicked over you clit faster - you guessed as retaliation. “-D- do you, Sammy?”

Despite how much he may have wanted to say something quick and snarky, Sam was hell bent on making you cum again. Even if that meant giving up a good moment of… banter - as he considered it.

His grip tightened on your hips and his tongue repeated a similar action from before; flicking rapidly along the side of your clit, a particularly sensitive little spot that Sam had become well acquainted with already.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your voice was growing raspy from the constant moans he’d drawn out of you.

“That- Sammy, that spot, i-“

There was a low hum from Sam, accompanied by the soft vibration against you.

That little bit of vibration did nothing but nudge you even closer to your release. Your high pitched squeak was definitely a give away to Sam as well, and like the sick bastard you felt he was, he repeated the same little hum. Even longer and drawn out than the first time.

“Sam… Sam. Fuck, Sammy-“ You gripped at the headboard tightly, letting his name slip off your lips in a constant stream.

Hot tears stung at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. A pathetic sobbed soon followed and you felt Sam’s chest bounce ever so slightly, as result of his silent, pleased, giggle.

How he had infiltrated his way into knowing your body like the back of his hand, was beyond you. There weren’t any comprehensive thoughts left in your head. A few profanities and Sam’s name, was all that remained.

Sam moved you away from his mouth and wrapped his arms all the way around you, flipping the two of you over in one swift movement.

Your chest heaved, hands clung tightly to his shoulders and hot tears trickled down your cheek - almost cartoon like in how perfectly the few droplets had fallen.

“You wanna stop?” It was so genuine, as his thumb grazed your cheek to rid it of one of the little tears.

You took a few more deep breaths, finding his serious tone and gentler touch very grounding.

“N… No.” You answered him, voice clear and certain, once you worked passed the little stutter.

“Open your eyes and tell me.” He commanded gently.

You did as he said. “No, I don’t wanna stop, Sammy.”

a sob of desperation strained your voice. “Put… put it back,”

“What? You want me back inside you?” The previous Sam had returned once again. He didn’t miss a single beat.

You reached down, taking him in your hand and moving to line him up with your entrance yourself.

He was so hard. The second your hand wrapped around him, his cock was twitching in your loose grip. You couldn’t help but glance down, practically drooling over the way his tip, angry and red, was leaking profusely.

“God… you look so pretty like this…” Sam spoke up breathlessly.

As soon as his head of his cock nudged your entrance, he was pushing all the way in.

The breath you released puffed out of you, like you’d been holding it for hours.

“Need— oh, shit- okay…” Sam was barely holding on to his own composure.

He fell quiet for a moment and the two of you just stayed like that for a moment: Sam struggling to hold himself up above you, buried to the hilt inside of you,

“Need you to cum one more time, princess. Can you do that? Just for me?” His voice was as sweet as honey. “Cum for me one more time… Promise m’gonna cum with you this time.” Given the level of which he was struggling, you knew he was serious.

“I don’t… I don’t know that i can…” You whimpered, sucking in a quick breath of surprise through your nose, when you felt Sam’s hand trail down between your bodies again.

“Yeah, you can.” Sam nodded, gently rolling his hips into yours. His thumb rested over your clit so gently, you could burst into tears, rubbing slow circles into it. “Just one more, pretty baby. One more.”

Closing your eyes, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as more tears of pleasure fell. If felt so, so good. Too good.

“Atta fucking girl. Focus on how you feel and nothing else…” Sam cooed, picking up the speed of his thrusts ever-so-slightly

A sick, embarrassing, combination of a sob and moan flew past your lips without warning and you reached out for Sam, attempting to pull him down against your body in search of something to keep you on earth.

“Sam! Plea-“

“Shhh, just chase that high, princess. Chase it.” He cut you off, spouting encouraging words and praises to you. “You wanna scream? Scream. You wanna cry? Cry then, baby.”

Your head fell back and you allowed your mouth to fall open into the prettiest little “O” shape, but nothing came out.

“You’re gonna cum for me again…?” It was half a question, half a command.

“Uh huh.”

Those two little words took more power to get out, than trying to move a piece of furniture all by yourself.

“Yeah, you are.” Sam’s lips twitched upwards in a proud smirk, adding a little more pressure to his thumb that hadn’t once stopped circling your clit. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. My pretty, bratty girl. Don’t hold it, let it happen.”

Sam’s hips were faltering every few thrusts, alerting you that he was close and you were bound and determined to hold back, forcing him to cum before you.

Maybe he wouldn’t make you cum again, if he got there before you.

The way your body tensed and face contorted in concentration, was far too obvious, though.

“Fuck. No.” Sam hissed, mercilessly pounding his hips against you.

His thumb was sweet, brutal, torment over your clit. A few more quick, dizzying, circles away from forcing your soul out of your body.

“Oh my fucking God! Oh my god-“

Not once did you ever think you would be a screamer, but given the circumstances and immense amounts of pleasure, it was clearly very possible.

You also always thought seeing stars was fake… but that was also not the case.

Stars and little bubbles of grey clouded your vision; the sounds around you becoming nothing but faint, background noises.

You could just barely hear Sam’s sex-laden voice.

“There it is,” He managed out through his own expletives and moans. “Ride it, pretty girl. Give it all to me…”

After what felt like an eternity, you started to calm down and well… feel like you were back in your own body.

“Y/N,” Sam drawled out your name, almost singing it. “Are you still on planet earth?”

A humorless huff of a giggle blew out of you as you mumbled, “Hardly…”

Feeling Sam’s weight lift off of you, the bed dipped lightly at the foot. You forced your eyes open for the first time, drinking in Sam’s naked, mildly sweaty body while his back was towards you.

“Where are-“

“Gonna go get something to clean you up.” He answered, already knowing what you were asking.

Patiently, you waited for him to return. It wasn’t a long wait and when he did reappear into the bedroom, he was sporting the cheekiest smile you had ever seen.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Sam lied quickly, obviously fighting back giggles by the way his tone was pitched up.

“Sam, I swear, if you don’t tell me right now…” Rather than your tone being laced with irritation, it was playful.

He crawled back into the bed, sitting down between your legs and nudging your legs apart a little. His smile grew a little wider.

“I was just thinking about how I don’t think I hate you anymore.”

His words registered, but your answered was delayed thanks to the hiss that you pulled through clenched teeth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ Sam mumbled sweetly, concentrating intently on carefully wiping you off.

“It’s okay.” Your own lips pulled up in a lazy smile, thankful to see he had a sweet side.

“I, uhm… I don’t think I hate you either.”

Sam’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, hooded from a fresh sleepiness and sparkling with the post-sex glossiness.

Nothing else was said while he finished cleaning you up, too focused on not hurting you.

He cleaned himself up after, crawling back into bed next to you.

“We can do this, right?” Sam teased. “We can go from being insanely irritated with each other to cuddling… right??”

You tucked yourself closer to his body and giggled.

“I… I guess?” You shrugged against him. “You’re still gonna get on my nerves, though.”

“Whatever.” the scoff Sam let out was far too dramatic.

“Hey, you never know.” You peaked over your shoulder at him, mimicking one of his sly little smirks. “Maybe I’ll hate you again in the morning when I wake up.”

Sam’s mouth fell open in faux shock, but a bright, toothy smile forced it’s way into replacing it.

In a blink, his lips were attacking your neck with playful kisses,

“Two can play that game, you little shit.”

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-Spoil You Rotten-

Sam Kiszka/Reader

18+ Only!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll pay for everyone tonight."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You should go for it."

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

"W-what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well?"

"What?" You asked, not understanding.

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

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

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

You hoped this wasn't a mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

"You seem to do that a lot."

"I have... recently..."

"Mhm... I see."

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

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

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

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

"Nope." Was his simple response.

"But-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who's the desperate one now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, sweetheart..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha-"

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

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

"I won't do it again."

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

When Sam kept his lips shut, you grinned.

This was getting good.

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

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

And then, you let go, backing off completely.

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

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

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

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

Sam gave the faintest nod, so you pushed onward.

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

Sam kept his mouth shut.

Well... on with the show.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that okay?" You ask quietly.

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

"Now that's something I can do."

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Sanguine Osculum

Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction.

CHAPTER 2

Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Standard warnings for a vampire fic, along with 18+ themes in future chapters.

Daniel looked just as concerned to see you as he did the first time. Sam assured you that’s just how Danny always looks, and that he’s “just a nervous fellow sometimes,” and it made you feel a little better about surprising him like this. He was nice, though, and after he relaxed, the two of you got along well.

He told you more about his life before this. How he grew up alongside the Kiszka family, and was pretty much one of the family. Like a brother, is how Sam had put it. Just like Sam, he was vague on why or how they were turned, but spoke of it in the same negative way as Sam had.

“Sometimes I wish our family had been turned with us, but other times I’m glad they don’t have to live like us,” He said, his gaze lowered, “I, uh, had a sister. Sam and the twins did too.”

They left it at that, not wanting to drag out old memories they’d spent years burying. The topic soon switched to yourself, your family, and what was going on in the world. They hadn’t had a proper visitor in at least 10 years or so, and always made sure to stay away from the city that wasn’t far from them, so they were quite curious about the world.

About an hour into your conversation, there was a light knock on the door, and another young man stepped into the room. He was just as pretty as the others, but his hair was short and curly, reminding you of a dandelion before it gets blown away by the wind. He had the same amber-brown eyes as his brothers, a well groomed mustache and goatee, and a wide smile with too-sharp teeth. What caught your attention most was his outfit, though.

He wore a soft looking, red crushed velvet jumpsuit. It dipped down into a V at the front, ending at about the middle of his chest. The edges of the neckline were embroidered with beautiful stones that glimmered in the light. It was sleeveless and skin-tight, with a bishop cuff at the ankles that all gave it a flattering look on him.

“Why hello, you must be the guest I’ve heard so much about! It’s lovely to meet you, dear. My name is Joshua, but please, call me Josh,” His voice was similar to Jake’s, just a bit smoother and softer. You recalled Sam and Danny saying “the twins”, putting two and two together to assume they meant him and Jake. Josh held out his hand, and you took it.

Josh smiled and brought your hand up to press a kiss to the back of it as you introduced yourself, “What a lovely name, dear. I hope we’ve been sufficient enough hosts for you. We don’t normally get visitors anymore…”

Josh was the oldest of all the boys, and thus became their leader of sorts after being turned. He seemed far less wary around you, going as far as telling you he hopes you’ll stick around longer than their previous guests all had. After a while, you decide to ask about Jake.

“Jake is… he’s had a lot of bad things happen because of him interacting with the ah… normal population. It’s left him with a bit of a distrust of others that he hasn’t been able to work through. I hope you understand. He’s a kind man, he just needs time,” Josh explains, while the others nod. They all assure you that Jake is no threat, but you’re still hesitant to believe that fully after he threatened to gut you.

The three of you talked for what felt like hours, until the sun was beginning to set. They stood, turning to you.

“Ah, it’s probably about time for you to leave. You can’t hang around here come nighttime,” Josh said, leading you out of the room. Danny stayed behind, waving, while Sam followed you both.

“Why not?” You asked, and Sam responded.

“It’s when we go out to feed. Having a human around might be… tempting. It’s best to avoid any temptation at all than to risk it,” He smiled and opened the door for you, slowly reaching out to hold your hand and press a kiss to it like Josh had done, “I do hope to see you soon, though. Will I?”

You thought about it. You should leave and never come back. If not for your safety, then for your sanity. They were supposedly real life vampires, who could kill you if they wanted to. But… something about them kept you wanting to come back. So, you nodded and smiled back.

“Of course you will.”

You only got a short distance away from the manor before something dropped down from a tree, landing in front of you. It was Jake, who stood there and stared you down. You felt fear bubble up in your chest, unsure of why he followed you out here.

“Hello… um…”

“What do you want with my family? Why do you keep hanging around?” He asked, his jaw set in an unreadable expression.

“I just… I don’t know. I guess curiosity? I enjoyed talking to your brothers, and we have a surprising amount of things in common-“

He growled and stepped close, his hand on your wrist, “We have NOTHING in common. We are nothing like you, and you are nothing like us. The sooner you understand that and leave us alone, the better off you’ll be, and the less likely it’ll be that I leave your body in a ditch somewhere.”

He let go of your wrist and you stepped back, your heart pounding and the sound of blood rushing in your ears blocking everything else. You took a deep breath and kept your voice as steady as possible as you spoke.

“I promise I mean no harm to any of you… and despite how you feel, it was nice to meet you.”

He didn’t say anything as you walked past him to get to your car and head home.

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You couldn’t come back for a few days, work and other life responsibilities getting in the way, so instead you did some researching into the Kiszka and Wagner families that lived there. Not much was recorded in history, especially once it got to the time they were alive for, but you did find the names of their families. They did both have sisters, one named Veronica and the other named Josie, plus their parents and some extended family. The only records that exist of them are birth and death records, stating they all died of an illness around the same time.

As you know, though, four of them didn’t technically die. Or did they? Are vampires technically still alive or are they dead? Are they something in between? You shook your head. It didn’t matter.

When you finally were able to go back, about a week had passed. You pulled your car up early in the morning and made your way down the path you had taken the last two times, the manor eventually coming into view. It was a nice summer day today, a nice breeze blowing through without it being too chilly out. You wore a loose T-shirt and jeans, with your regular hiking shoes on to help when heading back and forth through the wooded area.

You raised your hand to knock, just as you had the last two times you had been here, but jumped when the door swung open instead.

“Darling! I knew you’d be back!” Sam grinned, his pointed teeth glinting in the light as he pulled you inside, “I was worried we had scared you off for good…” He was smiling, but you could hear the genuine worry in his voice.

“I just had work and other life stuff to take care of, Sam. You haven’t chased me away yet,” You say with a chuckle. You caught sight of Jake on the second floor landing, frowning down at you. He turned and stalked away, towards the music room.

Sam turns to lead you up the stairs, presumably to where Danny was, but you stopped him, “Hey, um… maybe I should stay down here for today. Jake still seems pretty upset about me hanging around…”

His smile faltered, but he quickly fixed it, turning to face you, “He won’t do anything to you, I promise. But… if you wish to stay down here, then that’s alright.”

“I’d like that,” You say, “Plus, there are some things I’d like to ask you about.”

The both of you head into the sitting room with the large fireplace, Sam offering you a seat before sitting on the couch opposite to you.

“Well… Ask away I suppose!”

“So… does sunlight kill you? Do stakes and garlic? Holy water and crosses? Just how accurate are all the legends?”

Sam was a bit surprised by your question, chuckling a bit, “Well, um… sunlight doesn’t kill us, but it does burn like hell. As far as I know garlic, crosses, and holy water don’t do anything to us. And I assume anyone would die if you staked them, so… I guess that one still applies?”

“When you feed, do you have to drink all of the blood? And how long do you have between feeding?”

“It depends. We go out about every night to feed. If we fed on, ahem… larger things, it would last longer. And no, we don’t HAVE to completely drink all of it, but it’s hard to stop sometimes.”

Suddenly, a thought popped into your head. Sam said he’d never fed from a human, none of them have. What would it feel like to be bitten, to have your blood drank? Would it hurt? Would it feel numb? You know you shouldn’t ask, but…

“If I offered you some of my blood, would you drink it?”

At this question, Sam jumped up, stepping back, “Woah, what? What on Earth would you do that for!?”

You shrugged, “I’m curious. How many other people would be able to say they know what it feels like for a vampire to bite them?”

“That’s not a good reason, Darling! Did you not just hear me say that sometimes it’s hard to stop ourselves when feeding? What if I weren’t able to stop and drained you completely?” He asked, throwing his arms up, concerned by your words.

“I trust you,” You said plainly.

“You’ve known me for about 3 days. You can’t trust someone you’ve just met!”

You sighed and dropped the issue, knowing he was right, “Sorry, you’re right Sam.”

He relaxed, and you listened as he began telling you something about the house. Maybe he was right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still curious. You’ll continue this line of questioning another day, you figured.

For now, you sat back and enjoyed your friend’s company.

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When you left, Jake was waiting for you again, this time peeking into your car.

“Is this what automobiles look like now? The last time I saw one, they were more like a motorized carriage, not a weird, boxy hunk of metal. Why are the wheels so big?” He asked, causing you to chuckle. He frowned at you, “Don’t laugh at me, I’ll bite you.”

“I’m not laughing at you, Jake. I just forget sometimes that you all haven’t seen a lot of modern things,” You reassured him.

“And I’m fine with that. Most of your modern things aren’t any good. Minus some of your music, though I haven’t really heard modern music past… what do they call it…? The 90s?”

An idea popped into your head of how to get Jake to warm up to you quicker.

“Hey, how about i go ahead and bring some music here next time? Modern stuff, so you can find what you like?”

He’s quiet for a moment before shrugging and mumbling out a, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” before turning and heading back up to the manor.

Well, it’s the first conversation you’ve had with him that didn’t end in a threat, so you took it as a step forward. When you got back home, you created a playlist with as many songs as you could think of to show Jake the next time you came over, hoping this would finally be what got him to relax around you.

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Jake really liked music, you learned. He was fascinated with the intricate solos and heavy beats of rock and metal, the deep and rhythmic sounds of blues, and even nodded his head to a couple pop songs. Really, all four of them were drawn to the music, all having their own tastes yet all being fairly similar when it came to certain genres.

And of course, they were interested in your phone. They’d had seen phones before, from people who’d come poking around in the past, but never had much of a chance to play around with one. You decided to bring things by for them to learn about with each visit, quickly looking forward to talking with them a few times a week. Even Jake warmed up to you quite a bit, far less hostile than he had been the first few meetings.

Josh enjoyed your company, not being as wary as Jake, but not quite as open as Sam was. The eldest Kiszka was quite the charmer, though he assured you his interests were completely platonic. He was the most knowledgeable of modern things, having slipped into the city nearby on occasion on a whim. He mentioned seeing a man in a fabulous jumpsuit once in the 70s, and he was obsessed with them, to the point he began making his own. In your opinion, he was quite talented at sewing, his own clothes being well-made and fitting him perfectly.

Danny was much less nervous having you around than at first, quickly enjoying talking with you about different topics. In particular, he seemed to like sports, golf specifically. He reminded you of your friend Dave, and the thought made you laugh. They’d get along great if they ever met.

And then there was Sam. Sam was different than the others, being desperate for interaction. In his own words, he’d been trapped in this house with no one else for far too long, and the days had begun running together a good hundred years ago. He loved piano, you had noticed, and was highly skilled. He’d play for you every time, his eyes shut as he just felt the music through his whole body.

Weeks passed by as you learned more and more about the four of them. The end of fall grew near, winter closing in with each day that passed. It was around this time that you began seeing things in shops around the city that reminded you of them, and an idea popped into your head. What better to signify your new friendships, than heartfelt gifts?

Yes, this would be perfect.

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da peecefol armee

What You'd Do To Me Tonight

Sub!Josh × Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Sub!Josh, Dom!reader, slight bdsm, slight degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, master kink, handjobs, edging, dacryphillia

You decide that it's your turn to have a little fun with Josh instead of letting him take the reins this time...

Usually, you let Josh take the reigns I'm your relationship. He had a gentle dominance about him in the bedroom, but tonight, you were feeling bold and decided to take charge.

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls as you leaned in closer to him. His breath hitched as your hands roamed his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your touch. The air was thick with desire, the scent of him intoxicating as you inched closer, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

Eventually, you pressed your lips against his, the kiss starting off slow and tender before growing more urgent and passionate. His hands found their way to your waist, presumably to pull you closer to him, but you stopped him with your own hands.

"Nuh-uh. No touching tonight unless you ask me," You whispered into his ear, nipping it for good measure. You could feel him shiver underneath you, but the cocky grin he had told you that he wasn't going to make this easy for you.

"Darling... You and I both know that you want me to touch you," He replied, trying to pull his hands from your grasp.

You sighed and stood up before taking a few steps back from the bed. Assuming he had control again, Josh grinned and tried to stand, only to be stopped again. His gaze followed your hands as you grabbed the box out of the closet that was full of various sex toys, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, c'mon, darling... you aren't really gonna chain me up, are you?"

You straddled him, pinning his arms above his head and chaining him to the headboard. "There," you began, "Now, be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you cum. Do I make myself clear?"

He rolls his eyes, a playful defiance in them, but beneath the surface, you can sense his excitement. It's in the way his toes curl involuntarily, the way his pupils dilate like dark pools of desire when you firmly grasp his jaw, asserting your dominance.

"I said: Do I make myself clear?" Your voice is a low, sultry purr, laced with a hint of command as you lean in, nipping teasingly at his plush lower lip.

Josh swallows audibly, a slight tremor running through his body as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Y-yes," he mumbles, the single word slipping past his lips in a breathless whisper, "Yes, you do..."

You hold his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you, before you slowly release his jaw, letting your fingers trail down his chest in a tantalizing caress. As you hover over him, a predator poised to strike, you feel a surge of confidence coursing through your veins. Tonight, you are the orchestrator of pleasure, the master of seduction, and Josh is your willing captive.

You unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down the column of his throat to his nipples, taking one of the sensitive buds into your mouth. His gasp turned into a moan as you nipped at it before turning your attention to the other and repeating your actions.

Your lips traveled down to his soft tummy, and Josh's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his restrained hands clenching against the handcuffs as he arched into your touch. The room was filled with the heady scent of desire, mingling with the soft sounds of his gasps and the rustle of sheets beneath you.

As you peppered his tummy with kisses and hickeys, you could feel the tension building in him, a primal need coiling tight in the pit of his stomach. "Feel good, baby?" You ask, nuzzling his clothed inner thigh.

"Y-yes... feels good..." Josh mumbled back, his face buried into the meat of his shoulder, muffling his voice.

Well that just won't do.

"Josh. Look at me," You ordered. When it was clear he wasn't gonna move, you grabbed his jaw once more, making him face you. Now that you had his attention, you began undoing his pants with your free hand, "If you stop looking at me, I'll stop touching you."

His cock was leaking against his hip when you pulled his pants down, the movement making him shiver. You released his jaw in favor of trailing a finger down his hips and wiping a finger through the mess. You held it up to his lips expectantly. "Open." Josh's lips opened, and you spread his bitter fluid over his tongue, feeling heat pool in your center at the act. "What do you say?"

Josh sounded absolutely fucked out already when he finally responded, "T-thank you, master."

As a reward for his good behavior, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it throb hot and heavy against your palm. Josh's breath hitched in his throat, a desperate sound escaping him as you began to stroke him slowly, teasingly. His eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown so wide they nearly seemed black.

You swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back. The moment he looked away, you let go of his cock, tearing a whine from him. "W-wait! Please don't stop!" He begged, teary-eyed.

"I told you I'd stop if you looked away. Want to try again?" You ask, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.

"I promise I'll be good! Just- fuck, just please keep going..." Satisfied with his begging, you resumed your precious actions. This time when he got close, however, you kept going, working him through his orgasm. You gathered up the mess on his tummy, spreading it on two fingers before pressing them against his hole.

"Deep breath, baby..." You mumble as you push your fingers into him.

This wasn't something that happened often, Josh bottoming, but it was something that you both enjoyed from time to time. As your fingers slid into him, his body tensed momentarily, a mixture of anticipation and a hint of vulnerability flashing across his features. The air in the room crackled with a raw intensity as you watched his face contort with a myriad of emotions.

Josh's breath hitched in his chest as he adjusted to the feeling of your fingers stretching him, his muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm. His eyes, darkened with desire, searched yours for guidance, for reassurance, and you responded with exactly that, reaching up to cup his cheek in your palm.

You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the subtle tremors coursing through his body as he surrendered to your touch. Every small movement, every breath he took, seemed amplified in the charged atmosphere of the room. His movements and whines became more and more frequent as you pushed deeper, searching for that spot you knew would have him singing for you.

"Ahn! F-fuck! (Y/N)!" His back arched off the bed, handcuffs jangling against the bed frame, "M-more! Please, Mommy!"

Both of you froze. Josh had never called you that before. You could see the panic and embarrassment rising in his face, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"Mommy's got you, baby..." You soothed him, speeding up your movements. It wouldn't be long now, you knew. He was like putty in your hands, all signs of defiance from earlier gone, now replaced by desperate gasps and writhing movements.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!"

When Josh came a second time, it was with a scream of your name as his cock spurted onto his tummy. Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the heavy panting of Josh as he lay sprawled out on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, his body a canvas of raw desire and ecstasy. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with a sheen of pleasure, as he basked in the aftermath of his release.

You watched him intently, your heart swelling with a mix of affection and lust at the sight of him so utterly undone. As much as you wanted to go another round, you knew he was done for the night.

"You did so good for me, Josh..." You whispered into his ear as you unhooked the handcuffs, gently rubbing the red marks left behind, "Let's get you in the bath, okay?"

"Mmm... okay..." Josh mumbled, clearly exhausted. You started him a bath, making sure to add in some lavender soap to the tub just like you knew Josh liked. Getting him to the bathroom was definitely a bit of work, what with his legs being jelly, but you managed, before climbing into the tub behind him, pulling him against your chest.

"Love you, Josh."

"Love you too, (Y/N)... Ya' always make me feel so good..." He mumbles, half asleep already.

You knew he'd get back at you next time, but for now, he was your baby...

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yeah hi. 18+ under the cut

and so you're fucking on the beach while he smokes a cigarette, he's not doing much except rolling his hips, letting you make yourself feel good. occasionally you lean down and let him blow the smoke into your mouth, hips circling as you lean back letting the smoke float around your lungs before releasing it with a moan.

he finishes smoking, teasing the hot bud over your thighs before snuffing it out in the sand and grabbing your hips. "mmm, fuck baby, you feel so good," he moans, rolling his hips, forcing himself deeper insider you. "just like that baby," he says, head tossed back, hair sticking to his forehead.

he looks so fucked out from this angle that you just can't help yourself. your circle your hips faster, grinding down against him, feeling the way his hips stutter, listening to his choked moans. "c'mon baby," you whisper, dragging your hands down his chest. his hips buck up erratically before he lets out a long melodic moan, "fuck" you pant, falling against his chest, letting him slip out of you. "s that good?" you ask, "you already know, doll." he says, pulling you in to a passionate kiss.

he sits up, pushing you back against the sand, "my turn," he says, a sly smile gracing his lips as he spreads your legs, your breath hitching as he disappears between your thighs.

"a-ah, josh," you moan as his tongue explores your pussy, you can feel him smile against you. "like that?" he murmurs, breath gracing your clit. you let out a whimper, hips lifting off the sand, hands tangling themselves in his permed hair.

he continues circling his tongue around that bundle of nerves while he places two fingers at your entrance, pressing them in slowly, making you gasp as he curls his fingers.

you can feel the heat building in your stomach as he quickens his motions, "c'mon baby," he encourages, pulling away for just a second to take in the sight of you. your hips stutter as his lips touch your body once more, "f-fuck," you stutter out, orgasm building.

josh curls his fingers as he blows lightly on your clit and that was it, white hot pleasure washed over you as you moaned, hands tightening in his hair as you pressed your body against his lips.

you let your hips hit the sand as you come down, releasing your grip on joshes hair. "jesus, we should fuck on the beach a lot more," he says, mouth and lips glistening, smirking as you laugh. "yeah, we should," you agree, taking a deep breath.

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Hungry For More...

Danny/M!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (mrec), coming in pants, hair pulling

If there was one thing that got Danny worked up, it was letting him get on his knees and give you head.

Tonight was no different.

You could tell the second he got home that he was aching for it, his hands never leaving your skin as you finished dinner. There was a primal need in the way he touched you, a desperation that simmered beneath the surface as he guided you towards the bedroom as soon as you both finished eating.

"What's got you all worked up Danny? Hmm?" You ask as he backs you up to the bed. You let yourself sit at the edge as he drops to his knees.

"Just needed you..." He mumbled, "Needed this."

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the pajama pants you wore, looking up at you to ask permission. As soon as you nodded, he pulled them down and off your legs, licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

Having been turned on ever since he got home, you were hard as a rock by this point. He scooted closer, nipping at your thighs until he finally reached your cock, licking a stripe up the side of it and taking it in his mouth.

His nose rubbed against your pubes as he deepthroated you as far as he could. Danny liked it wet and messy, and he made sure you knew it. His mouth and tongue worked with a relentless hunger, savoring the taste of your arousal as he bobbed his head up and down. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the slick noises Danny was making. He teased the vein under your head, the sensation causing you to tangle a hand in his hair.

"Fuck, Danny!" Your noises only pushed him to bring you closer to the edge, tugging on his hair every time he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

Danny himself wasn't much more put together than. you were at the moment, his cock rubbing against his sweatpants as he tried to keep from giving in and humping your leg like a dog. He could feel that he was so close already, and you tugging on his scalp wasn't doing anything but pushing him closer to that edge.

He moaned after a particularly harsh tug, and that was it for you. You gasped and came with a whine, holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm, cumming in his mouth. That proved to be the last straw for Danny too, causing him to throw his head back as much as he could, coating the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

You both caught your breath, and you soothed his hair with your hand as he rested his head on your thigh. It didn't take long for you to sit up, motioning for Danny to switch spots.

"C'mon, lemme do you next."

Danny was a bit red, "I, uh... I already..."

As soon as you realized what he meant, you felt your face heat up, and a small giggle escaped your mouth.

"Aw, you really enjoy sucking me off that much?"

Instead of answering, Danny just leaned up and captured your lips in a kiss, climbing onto the bed with you.

"I enjoy anything that involves you, (Y/N)."

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A pretty guy in some pretty dresses!

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Mornings Like These | Jake Kiszka x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff || Words: 716

You and jake share a quiet morning together.

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You blinked the sleep from your eyes, rolling over to see Jake still bundled up in the covers, his long dark hair askew. You sighed, letting a gentle smile spread across your face. You sat up, peering towards the large window adjacent to your shared bed, the sun streaming in, casting a soft glow against the features of the room.

These were your favorite kinds of mornings, when you wake up before Jake and can watch the way the stress fades from his face as he sleeps. He was always so stressed about the tour, wanting it to be perfect, and you appreciated the moments where he could be calm, quiet, and let the lines relax from his face.

Moments pass, and you relish in the peace of the morning, while Jake starts to shift. Turning over, he gives you a lazy smile, eyes half lidded, feature soft. “G’morning beautiful.” He mumbles before lifting up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You rest your palm against his cheek, “Morning baby, what do you want to do today?” you ask, keeping your voice soft to break the quiet ambience of the morning. He flops back onto his pillows, letting out a hum, “How about… We stay in bed, and you let me hold you.” He says, before moving to bury his face in your neck, you let out a surprised laugh at the soft kisses he leaves there, loving the way his arms feel around your waist.

"Well, if that’s what you really want,” You giggle out, wrapping your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You lay there, holding each other for who knows how long, savoring the feeling of being in each other's arms.

The quiet morning is ruined by a loud grumble from Jake’s stomach, forcing laughter from the both of you. You sit up, pushing your hair into somewhat of a cohesive style, before stretching until you get a satisfying pop from your back. You sigh, casting a glance at Jake, who's buried himself under the covers again. You pat the man-shaped lump in the bed as you stand, “C’mon babe, I’ll make you breakfast,” You say, leaving the room and walking towards the kitchen. Jake followed close behind, not bothering to fix his behead.

He flops down onto a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You rummage around the kitchen, grabbing two bowls from the cabinet, pouring the cereal and filling the bowl with milk. You cross, placing Jake’s bowl in front of him, “Your favorite, my specialty, Cinnamon toast crunch,” you laugh, sitting down in your own chair across from him. You watch as he loads an obscene amount of cereal onto his spoon, shoveling it into his mouth all at once. “This is great babe,” He says, words garbled from the food, milk dripping down his chin. You scoff at him, wrinkling your nose at his habits, “Ew, Jake.” You laugh, before taking your own bite, he pulls a face at you, making you snort, effectively shooting cereal milk out of your nose.

You laugh, coughing and sputtering on the meal, trying to catch your breath as Jake cackles at you. “You should’ve seen your face!” He squeals between laughs, he slams his hand down on the table as he calms down. “Sorry, that was great, y/n, truly.” He cries, wiping fake tears from his eyes. You shake your head at him, wiping the stray milk from your face.

You grimace, “Cinnamon toast crunch doesn’t taste as good when it’s coming out your nose,” this causes Jake to start laughing all over again, you ignore him and finish your cereal before it kills you.

As Jake eats, you reach your hand across the table, feeling his hand slide into yours. “I love mornings like these,” you say, looking at him with all the adoration you can muster, hoping your expression get across your true feelings. “I love them, almost as much as I love you,” He says, smile cheesy and full of joy. You purse your lips at him, “you’re such a sap,”

“I guess that's why you stick around, huh?”

You roll your eyes at his dad joke, you’ll never get tired of mornings like these