Just Two Bros Hanging Out, Gazing Into Each Other's Eyes

I just know Josh would say his silly little “better than sex” phrase when you scratch the shaven sides of his jullet

So glad to see another member of the "put Josh in a dress" agenda

someone said, Danny in short shorts, so I made him too muscular. additionally, Josh in a dress and Sammy being a diva.

I Think I'd Like That

Danny Wagner X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,

(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)

You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.

You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.

"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"

His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.

"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.

"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.

"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,

"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"

That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.

"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.

"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.

You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,

"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.

"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,

"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,

"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.

"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.

They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.

"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.

"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.

You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.

You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.

You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,

"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.

In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,

"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman

"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,

"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,

"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"

As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...

You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.

You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.

You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.

You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,

My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo

You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.

You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.

You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.

A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,

"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"

You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.

"Ok, keep them closed"

"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.

You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.

"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"

"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.

"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"

You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered

"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,

"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,

"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,

"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"

Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"

"What do you want to call me?"

"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"

That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.

"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"

He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"

"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"

"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"

"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"

His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"

"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,

"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.

"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.

"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.

"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.

"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned

"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"

You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.

"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"

You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.

"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,

You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,

"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.

You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.

"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.

"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"

You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.

"Your mouth"

You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"

"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.

He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.

"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"

"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.

You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.

"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"

You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.

"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head

"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"

A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured

"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.

"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.

"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,

Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,

"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"

As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.

Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”

“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,

“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,

A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.

Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,

"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"

You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.

"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,

"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.

You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,

"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,

"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours

"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,

"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,

"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.

"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm

"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"

You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,

"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"

"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you

"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,

"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."

You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.

"Did you-" You started,

That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,

A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.

"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you

"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

YES YES YES

THIS. THIS. THIS. THISS

I am a BIG Five Nights at Freddy’s enjoyer, so when Security Breach came out, my first thought was, omg, Josh would make a great Sundrop!! I mean wouldn't he be the best daycare attendant?

So, I hope you enjoy Sundrop Josh ❤️

22 with Danny 🥹

Doing each others hair

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: showering together but no smut, fluff 🫶🏻

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

Prompt list here

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

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

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

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

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

“You need some help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If we had a nickel for every time Josh Kiszka showed up in someone’s dating profile, we’d have about 4. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened 4 times now…

Feels Like Gold

Jake Kiszka x AFAB/GN reader

18+

Warnings: graphic sexual content, oral sex (both rec), penatrative sex, swearing, alcohol use, chris appearance (he needs his own warning), etc.

Word count: 1.9k

Ok so I've never written fanfiction BUT I really wanted some pirate jakey, so little summary is you've been 'disguised' as a man on his ship for a year and your captain is drunk, horny, and desperate ermmm yeah yay!

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The year is 1689, you are disguised as a man, working as a deckhand on 'The Golden Fleet'.

The captain, Jacob Thomas, as any captain is, or at least should be, was ruthless. At the time, he is one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. You have watched this man battle the greatest, he pulled a sword on fucking Blackbeard, the man beat guns with a fucking sword!

For the most part, the crew was scared of him, and reasonably so. No one dare disobey his orders or commands, no matter how insane, lest they want their head chopped off.

Despite all of this, you had taken a strange interest in him. Maybe even a liking. For a filthy, drunken pirate, he was surprisingly gorgeous. His eyes were entrancing, dark and deep, holding grotesque secrets of the sea. His skin was rough and tan from days in the sun on the water, working and commanding. His clothes were dark, worn down. Occasionally, he would steal new things when the ship stopped at ports. Silken shirts and nice leathers, but he usually just wore the same things till they fell apart. Over time you had taken a fondness to him, and it seems, he to you.

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Usually, every few weeks, the ship would stop for a day at a port, not for the crews leisure, but for the captains. He needed his….fixes. He would disappear for the entire time, off with groups of maidens, whores, and when he returned, he would be in a much better mood. At the moment though, you were too far out at sea to stop. It had been around 4 months, and the men were starting to get desperate. Your captain, in particular, had been in a horrible mood. Far more angry than usual, screaming at the crew, and staying cooped up in his quarters, soaked in booze.

It was extraordinarly late at night, the moon was high, the ship was rocking with the waves and wind. You were lying awake in your makeshift bed, unable to sleep. Suddenly, you were approached by Chris, the first mate. He was standing above you. He nudged you with his boot to get your attention. "The captain wishes to see you..in his quarters." He gave you a little smile before disappearing.

You quietly make your way to Jacob's door, deep within the ship, away from the crew. He liked his privacy. You knock quietly at the worn down wood, and his voice bellows out, slurred. "Come in."

You carefully open the door, and you are met with a sight that makes your cunt weep. Jacob sits in an old chair, his legs spread open, his head hung down. His shirt was popped open,  all but the last 2 buttons undone. He had a painfully obvious erection, prominent under the leather of his pants. His fingers on one side were curled around the neck of an almost-empty bottle of rum. His long hair had fallen in front of his face, and he peered up at you through it. "Birdie..c'mere" He said, beckoning you forward with his free hand.

Bird. The nickname he had bestowed upon you, when, on your first day on his ship, a seagull shit on your head. He had watched you struggle to wash it out, teasing you the entire time for it. A week later, the same happened to him, and he claims you cursed him.

You awkwardly made your way over to him until you stood between his legs. He slowly tilted his head back to look at you, taking in your features for a moment. His voice comes out low and raspy.

"Kneel."

You hesitate for a moment, frozen by shock. He couldn't be serious? You are quickly corrected that he is, when his eyebrows furrow angrily, and he raises his voice ever so slightly.

"You heard me. Kneel. Obey your Captain."

Not wanting to risk pissing him off any further, you immediately drop to your knees before him. He grins at that.

"There you go. Good." And with that, his free hand is buried in your hair, roughly shoving you forward until your nose is pressed against his crotch. You look up at him wide eyed for a moment, before relaxing a little into it, gently mouthing at him through the leather.

He groans. "Y'know what I want"

He fumbles with the button of his pants until it pops open, shoving them down his thighs until his cock springs free. He's incredibly hard, dripping with precum. This close you can smell him, every little scent, mixed together, making your head swim. It's musky. Sweat, salt, cigar smoke, booze, leather, dust, and something you can't quite place.

"C'mon, little birdie…love on my cock, won't you?"

Tentatively, you lick a long stripe up the underside of it before placing a little kiss on the tip. He takes another swig of his booze, his eyes locked on yours. He lets out a shuddering breath when you suck the head into your mouth.

He rolls his hips up and shoves your head down, forcing himself down your throat, groaning in pleasure when you swallow around him. "Fuck.." The word trembles out of him. "Natural, aren't you? You do this for the rest of the crew?"

You quickly shake your head no, and he grins, chuckling softly. Holding you by the hair, he bucks his hips up again, fucking into your mouth. He sighs. "Don't make me do all the work."

Slowly, you bob your head up and down along him, sucking and lapping at him lightly. His head falls back against the chair. Uncontrolled, slurred moans and curses spilled from his lips. You pick up the pace, hands grabbing at his thighs, his moans getting louder.

His hips stutter up, and that is the only warning you get before your mouth is filled with his release. He leans forward, his fingers digging into your hair as he moans breathlessly, writhing a bit, nearly dropping the rum bottle. After a moment he slowly pulls you off but grabs your chin, shoving your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow. He smirks when you do.

"There. Thanks, bird."

His calloused fingers cup your cheek for just a moment, running his thumb over your bottom lip, swiping away the saliva and cum left there. After a minute, he rises from his chair, setting the bottle down, he stumbles over to his bed. "Well, come on, then. I won't wait all night."

You scramble to your feet and over to his bed. He reaches over and grabs you by the shirt, throwing you down on to the bed with a little thud. His was much more comfortable than your own. His fingers hook under the edge of the shirt and pull it upwards. "Cap'n-" You gasp out, but it was too late.

He stares down at the cloth tied tightly around your chest curiously, one of his eyebrows quirked up in question. You look up at him, wide eyed and fearful. He runs a hand across it, and when you don't wince in pain, his curiosity grows ever stronger.

You struggle to form an answer, just looking up at him. "What- why?-" Jacob says softly, confused. His fingers find one end of the fabric and he unwraps it, pulling it off of your body. You turn your head away, hiding your face as you tremble beneath him, horrified.

"Oh, bird…." He looks at you in awe as he realizes. His hands run across your chest, squeezing lightly. After a minute he speaks quietly. "..'M not gonna kick you off the ship. Well, with a deal. You stay open to me, let me have you whenever I please, and this stays our little secret, Al-right?"

You nod quickly. "Yes- yes- anything you want, Captain." You say quickly, still shaking with the shock of it all. His hands slip down your stomach to your pants, unbuttoning them and tugging them down and entirely off of you. He shoves your thighs open and dips his head down.

He groans at the sight of your soaked cunt. Without a thought to it, he pressed his face against you, inhaling deeply as his nose brushed against you, his tongue delving inside.

He almost whines at the taste of you. It makes you cry out, your back arching up off the bed. His nails dig into your hips, holding you down as he lapped at you like he was a starved man, and your cunt was his very favorite meal.

He continues this for a few minutes, bringing you right to the edge. And when he knows you are about to release, he stops, grinning as he watches you struggle in frustration.

He lifts his head up, and, Gods, was he a sight. His eyes hazy, his hair a mess, his lips, shaded pinker than usual from kissing and sucking at you, and the best, his entire chin, lips, some of his cheeks, and the tip of his nose glistened with your slick.

He gets up to kick off his own pants, and abandon his shirt. You drink in the sight of his naked form, the only thing left being his jewelry. Doubloons that dangled from his neck. Carefully crafted, and carefully stolen rings of silver adorning his hands, and the hoop earrings that you got a glimpse of every so often when he pushed his hair back.

He climbed back atop of you, kneeled between your thighs. He pushed your legs up, one of his hands gripping the back of one of your thighs, the other, wrapped around the base of his cock. He gave himself a few quick strokes before pulling you up by the hips and lining himself up, letting his tip graze against you.

With one push, he was buried completely inside of you. His head fell forward, giving a loud groan, almost a growl. He stilled for a moment so you both could adjust to the feeling, before beginning to slowly rock his hips, starting out in time with the ship. He was fucking you in time with the waves. What a man.

"Fuck, you really are a little bird. Singing so pretty for me…"

The mixture of both yours and his moans fill the small room. His fingers had a grip on your hips that you knew would leave a bruise by sunrise. He sped up his movements, grunting through gritted teeth.

You could feel yourself quickly getting close again, and, by the sloppiness of his movements, it seems Jacob was too. You scramble to hold on to him, nails digging into his shoulders. He snarls, pounding into you roughly. "Come on. Fuckin do it!" He growls out the words lowly.

And with that, you felt the coil deep in your stomach release, crying out as the waves of pleasure washed over and through you, making you tremble. He was close behind you, giving a final thrust before spilling inside of you, his mouth open, his head hanging back.

You both were panting as you came down from your highs. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, making you whine. He smirked as he watched his cum dripping out of your cunt. "What a mess." He sighed, but had no intention of cleaning it up.

He climbed out of bed, retrieving his booze, and tossing a scrap handkerchief at you, letting you wipe yourself off. After taking a long drink of rum, he flopped back down on the bed and threw one arm over you, cuddled up close.

"Thanks, birdie."

Saints of Los Angeles

A Daniel Wagner / fem!reader fic

Summary: You never thought that meeting a Saint would cause you to sin.

Tags: kiss feminism goodbye (Policarpa I'm so sorry queen), smut (MDNI!!), objectification, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, unprotecting sex, drug use, light bloodplay, dom!Danny

Trigger Warnings: Drug use, objectification, insulting language towards women

A/N: All the feminism left my body with this one, y'all. Please don't let the warnings scare you away too easily. Basically, its what you'd find in a Motley Crue song, whish this fic is heavily inspired by. That being said, this is the hottest thing I've ever written. I really tried to challenge myself with this one. Title taken from Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue. As always, I hope you guys enjoy <3.

Words: 8.7 k

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This can’t be the place.

Checking your texts with Donna again, you confirmed that, yes, this was the place your friend said to meet her. Feeling completely out of your element in the seedy neighborhood, stood in front of the sketchy dive bar with neon signage, you clutched your purse a little tighter as you took a deep breath and stepped inside. 

It was just as you expected it to be, full of rowdy patrons pounding hard liquor like it was water. Most people didn’t notice your entry, the majority of those who did simply glanced your way with a hard look in their eye before returning to whatever they were doing before. Fighting back a shiver, you straighten your posture and head for the bar. 

“Tequila on the rocks, please,” you ordered, feeling eyes on the back of your head. The bartender busied herself with pouring the drink as you settled into an empty seat. 

“Mandi, get me a whiskey while you’re at it, sweetheart,” a male voice from behind you commanded, dripping with charm and charisma. Immediately, your hackles raised at his attitude toward the woman, noting how condescending it was. 

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes as he took the seat next to you, carrying the smell of cigarette smoke and mint with him. He seemed to notice your reaction and was unafraid to point it out. 

“What’s your fucking problem, princess?” He rested his forearm on the bar, peering over his shoulder at you. That’s when you finally got a good look at this stranger. You were ashamed of the way your breath caught in your throat, but you couldn’t help it. He had to be the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on - which was saying something considering you lived in star-studded Los Angeles. 

He had long black hair that fell in tightly coiled ringletsaround his face, a prominent nose with fierce eyes that burned with annoyance and malice. He wore a beat up leather jacket with a skin-tight black shirt underneath, dark denim jeans on his legs. Despite the fire in his eyes, they were a gorgeous hazel brown. And on top of all that, he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. But then you saw the cigarette tucked between his fingers and all that went completely out the window as you felt disgust curl within your gut. 

“You smoking next to me, greaser,” you spat at him, grabbing the glass that had been set in front of you and taking a swig. It burned as the liquor slid down your throat, but it was one you were used to. 

“Oh, I see. We’ve got a perfect little goodie-two-shoes over here,” the stranger mocked, turning his body fully towards you. Seeing the idea form in his head as it came to him, you watched as he took a drag before blowing the smoke directly into your face. 

Coughing after you mistakenly inhaled, you swatted the air around you to try and clear it. “Disrespectful asshole,” you muttered between hacking. 

“What was that?” His teeth were gritted as he spoke, no doubt catching your insult. 

Making the decision that you’d rather deal with an angry Donna than this dive any longer, you just shook your head and made to leave. 

You didn’t get very far before you felt a hand grab your arm, tugging you around so that you came face to face with the beautiful stranger. The first thing you noticed was the dangerous glint in his eye. 

“I said, ‘what was that’?” 

Swallowing hard, you found yourself confused by the way your body reacted. Heat began to pool between your thighs as you looked up into his face. He was expecting an answer and you knew he wasn’t going to let you go without it. 

“Let go of me, you filthy rat!” You tried to wrench your hand out of his grip, but it was no use. 

The imposing stranger pulled you in closer by your waist. That officially marked the death of any personal space between you two. Your heart was racing. With your chest pressed against his, you could feel how firm it was. Now eye level with his lips, you noticed how plump and full they were. Even in the dark lighting of the bar, you could see they were a beautiful deep pink color. He seemed to notice that you were looking at his lips, flashing you a crooked smile that showed off his pristine white teeth, his canine tooth particularly sharp. You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like nipping into the flesh of your skin. 

"You keep talking like that to me and see where it gets you, angel," the stranger purred, the cigarette tucked between his teeth bobbing up and down as he spoke. His voice sounded like honey saturated with smoke. It was so smooth and sweet, yet there was a raspiness to it that made you clench around nothing. The smoke from his cigarette curled in tendrils around his face, partially covering his eyes. You never were a fan of the habit, but for some reason, this stranger was exempt from your disgust. 

This time, it was your turn to observe him taking in your appearance. His smirk finally reached his eyes, a pleased look painting itself across his dangerously handsome face. The ache of wanting thrummed harder between your legs as his eyes fixated on your breasts. You felt like you were losing your mind; everything he was doing was every one of your turn-offs. Apparently multiple negatives made a positive. 

"What are you waiting for, kitten?" He removed the cigarette from his teeth with his left hand, catching a glimpse of his hand tattoos and silver jewelry - rings and bracelets - glinting in the neon of the bar. He blew the smoke in your face as his right hand slid down from the small of your back to the meat of your ass, his fingers fanning out and digging harshly into your flesh. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Gulping nervously, you realized just how deep you had dug your grave. There was no turning back now, and frankly, you weren’t sure you wanted to. You had lived a very sheltered life up until this night - the night you happened to walk into the wrong bar. You had always wanted to let go of yourself and take a dip into the wild side, and now, the wild side was quite literally pressing you against him by a vice grip on your ass. It was a golden opportunity dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick; who the hell were you to look a gift horse in the mouth? 

“Get your filthy hands off me, you disgusting pig,” you spat, all the venom concentrated in your words and nowhere else in your body. You could feel your eyelids falling at half-mast, your hands smoothing themselves all over the stranger’s chest and landing on his large pecs. And maybe you even arched your back just a little bit to lean your ass into his grip, so what? This was absolutely the hottest thing to ever happen to you and you were going to milk it for all its worth, 

A low chuckle grumbled out of the stranger’s lips, feeling it in your hands. “You don’t mean that.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ashed his cigarette onto the floor, the tip of it glowing from red to a yellow-orange as he took another drag. 

Feeling bold, you plucked the tobacco from his lips and placed it between yours. He couldn’t seem to hide the pleasant surprise in his eyes as he watched you take a drag of your own, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. Pulling the cigarette away from your mouth, you let your hand hang to the side as you closed the distance between you two. The smooth velvet feel of his tongue against yours as you shotgunned the smoke to him made your head spin. You’d only ever seen it done in movies. They all failed to truly show the absolute rush you experienced from the act. You felt so dirty, so wrong. 

You’d never felt more alive. 

A whine passed between your mouth into the stranger’s just like the cigarette drag. You felt him pull away, opening your eyes in just enough time to see his roll into the back of his head, his eyelashes fluttering. There was an easy, toothy smile spreading across his lips. It was dripping with confidence and pleasure, but there was this quality to it that made you nearly flood your panties. As his eyes landed in yours - unfocused and blissed out - it seemed like he was looking directly into your soul and knew just how badly you desired him. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin. His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, pulling it down and exposing your bottom teeth. All you could do was look up at him through your lashes. He leaned his face in impossibly close; so close you were nearly going cross-eyed looking at him. That’s when you noticed the sinister glint in his eyes. It was one that promised you so many dirty and wicked things that you couldn't help but shiver at the sight. You were hurtling down a dangerous path, and you were just starting to realize how dangerous it was. 

“You’ve sealed your fate now, princess,” the stranger muttered, his breath smelling of cigarette smoke and the whiskey he was drinking. 

With one final hard squeeze of your ass, he removed his grip off of it and instead wrapped his left arm around your waist. He pulled you tight against his side, feeling his leather belt press into the bone of your hip. Grabbing his nearly forgotten drink off the bar, you watched as he downed it in one gulp, tilting his head back to expose a razor sharp jawline. You watched his adam’s apple bob before he slammed the glass onto the counter. Without any warning, he ripped the cigarette out of your hand and took one long drag, stubbing it out on the ice still sitting in his empty glass. 

“Hope you’re ready, doll.” That was the only warning you received from him before he slapped you hard on the ass. You yelped in surprise, your cheeks heating up as a few people around you turned to look. Smirking at your reaction, the stranger chuckled before pulling you along with him towards the staircase you noticed upon first stepping inside.

“Where are we going?” you asked after reaching the top of the steps. The lighting was vastly different than it was down the steps. Instead of vibrant neons and warm glowing string lights, the dark corridors were lit with sultry, yet vaguely off-putting red lights. Your nerves had been active since you entered the bar, but now they were turned up to eleven. There were a few doors opposite the bannister, all of them closed. You ventured a guess that they were all locked, too. 

“Listen, doll. I didn’t bring you up here to chat,” the stranger sharply bit at you, annoyance injected into his tone and pinching his features. He stopped at the last door at the end of the hallway, turning the knob and throwing it open. Using his hold on your waist, he shoved you inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a loud click. “So you best find a better fucking use for that mouth before I throw you out on the street in nothing but your high heels. Is that clear?” 

You hated to admit it, but that threat really got your motor running. You had to bite your lip to stave off the moan threatening to leap from your throat. 

“I said,” the man advanced on you. Each step he took forward, you took backwards until you couldn’t any more. Your back pressed to the wall, the stranger caged you in with his arms, his hand back to gripping your chin. “‘Is that clear’?”

You didn’t even get to say anything before he used the grip he had on your chin to nod your head for you. This put a pleased grin on his face again. “Good girl.” 

Your knees were weakened by the praise purred into your ear, his warm breath brushing against your skin. His command in mind, you found a better use of your mouth by pressing your lips against his once more. The noise that slipped from your lips originated from deep within the caverns of your soul.

Fire. Searing, scalding fire. 

That was the only way he could describe it, all you could feel. Each moment brought forth a new intensity that didn’t seem feasible, but proved to do just that. The burning heat that washed you from head to toe was so addicting. It was so intense that you felt your head spin from the pleasure. You knew at that moment that this night would be one you would talk about in years to come, the “best night of my life” kind of night. 

The only thing that pulled you away from the moment was your back colliding with a mattress. You had been so focused on the stranger that you had failed to notice there was a bed in the room. But there wasn’t much time to dwell on that before your shirt was being tugged off your body. You felt out of breath as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. 

His hands were warm, becoming very intimate with the callouses on them as he slid his hands up your stomach at a teasing pace. They stationed on your breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them. That’s when you finally were able to get a good look at the ink on his hands. The word “saint” had been etched onto his left hand, each letter appearing on its own finger. On his right was the word “sinner”, following the same pattern as the left one with the exception of the Ns fitting on his middle finger. A skull was painted on the back of his left hand, a butterfly on the right. You couldn’t see his arms, but you’d bet real money that they were covered in sleeves of tattoos. He seemed to notice you taking in his tattoos, a smirk on his face as you watched his pointer finger swirl around your nipple with a feather light touch. 

“Oh, god,” you exclaimed, throwing your head back in pleasure. 

“He’s got nothing to do with this, sweetheart. If you’re gonna moan out any names, it’s gonna be mine.” 

“Y-Yours?” 

The stranger huffed out a laugh that had no humor in it. With a simple flick of his pointer finger against your erect nipple, you let out a pathetic moan that amused him greatly. It seemed he enjoyed toying with you and seeing which reactions he was able to pull from you. 

“It’s Daniel. And make sure you scream it nice and pretty for me, angel. None of that other talking bullshit you were trying to pull earlier,” he informed, staring you directly in the eyes with an intense gaze that left no room for argument. 

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head. Daniel, you thought in your head, finally a name for a face. 

“Mine’s-”

“Frankly, hon, I don’t give a damn. Now hush, angel. Your beauty depreciates in value with each word,” 

Feeling slightly dumbfounded, all you could do was clamp your mouth shut with a knit in your brow. While you knew that was probably the most disrespectful thing you’d heard all night, you couldn’t deny the instant warmth that shocked the flesh between your thighs. 

“Alright. Let’s get started.” 

With that, Danny maintained eye contact with you as he brought his mouth to your nipple not being played with by his fingers. You gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue lapping at your sensitive skin. It only lasted a second before he retracted, a devilish look in his eye. You couldn’t help but look at him, maintaining eye contact as he dabbed his tongue on it again, this time leaving it there. Just like with his finger, he swirled his tongue around the darker patch of skin with a feather light touch. You couldn’t control the mewls that kept falling out of your mouth, your head throwing back at the sensation. 

Just when you were starting to get antsy for more from Daniel, he surprised you once more by clamping his lips around the tip of your breast all while squeezing them between his fingers in tandem. It ripped a huge gasp from your lungs, your back involuntarily arching off the mattress. It felt as if he was controlling your entire body with his mouth, pulling reactions from you that you weren’t consciously conjuring yourself. As Daniel continued, your panting turned to moan after pathetic moan, each one more intense than the last. You were starting to feel as if you were about to burst from pleasure, your entire body tensing as something was building up inside of you. Your knuckles were starting to turn white as you gripped at the sheets and Daniel’s hair, respectively. 

Right when it felt as if that pressure was about to reach its breaking point, Danny detached his hands and mouth from your breasts. All of the sudden, you could feel that beautiful pressure rapidly falling and turning cold. 

“Daniel!” you whined indignantly, the grips of your hands relaxing but staying in their spots. 

“Pout all you want, kitten. You haven’t earned the right to cum yet,” he explained - rather condescending - as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

Is that what I felt? It wasn’t like you were a virgin, you’d been with other men before. However, you’d never felt that sensation before. 

“Have you ever sucked dick before, princess?” 

At the question, you felt your face instantly get hot. It was so crass. And yes, he had just spent the past few minutes lapping at your tits, but that question somehow felt more crude. 

“I-I-” you stuttered, still gobsmacked at the bluntness of his question. Closing your eyes and gulping, you found the strength to answer. “I- yes. But only once-” 

“Perfect.” Righting himself to stand up straight, Danny shed his jacket and tight shirt and tossed them onto the floor. Next came his belt, the metal of the buckle clanging as he slid the leather from the loops of his dark jeans. You couldn’t help but watch as he undressed, not sure what else to do. And really, it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying the show. 

Just like you had suspected, his skin was a tapestry of artwork from head to toe. His arms seemed to have a theme of biblical depictions chalk full of skulls and death. His chest had a depiction of icarus falling towards the sea (which also was engraved into the skin of his abdomen), feathers cascading down his torso with some of them even captured in the process of melting. There was a sun inked into the skin just below his right clavicle with a painting of clouds surrounding it. It was a breathtaking piece that must’ve taken hours upon hours of work and definitely more than what your car was worth. Your eyes traveled down away from the icarus piece to his waistband, where both his happy trail and the tops of what looked like snake’s head peaked out from. Removing his pants and underwear in one smooth movement, you got to confirm that they were, indeed, snake heads you saw. On the inside of each hip were coiled up snakes with their fangs bared at each other, venom dripping from their flared forked tongues. That was probably your favorite tattoo of his, if you were being honest. 

While you were too busy ogling his tattoos, he grabbed you by the thighs and hoisted you up into his arms. Yelping in surprise, you wrapped your arms around him and tried your best to bite down a moan at the feeling of your bare chests pressed up against one another. He laughed at your reaction, the sound right in your left ear as he looked over your shoulder. He only held you for a moment before you felt the mattress underneath your legs again, Daniel having sat down with his back against the headboard. Your hips were perfectly on top of his, feeling his hard on through the fabric of your jean shorts. An idea sprang to mind, one that you enacted before even thinking it through too much. 

On their own accord, your hips rolled against Daniel. This caught him by surprise, a breath hissing through his clenched teeth as his eyes clenched shut. You felt his calloused fingers dig into the meat of your ass again as his hands flew from their loose grip on your thighs. When he opened his eyes, there was a dangerous edge in them. He flashed you a smile, but that was a loose definition. Truly, he was more bearing his teeth at you with a crooked grin. 

“Careful, peaches,” he warned with a growl, one of his hands slithering away from your ass to grab you by the jaw in a vice grip, “I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” 

That nearly made you rock your hips forward as warmth flooded your pussy again. However, you resisted by clenching your hands down on his shoulders. You felt like your teeth were going to shatter by how hard you were clenching your jaw. 

“Look at me,” Danny commanded as his grip tightened against your jaw. 

Doing as he commanded, you slid your gaze to your partner. 

“Pull another stunt like that and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll be able to find my fingerprints on your ass.” He accentuated his point by clenching his hand that was still on your ass. 

You whined at the extra pressure, the mental image of you bent over his knee while he smacked your ass so hard it left a perfect impression on your skin not helping. 

“In this room, I am your god. Whatever I say, you do it without any hesitation or sass. Understood?” 

Without realizing, you began nodding your head. Whatever he said. You just wanted to get that high back he gave you minutes ago that he dangled just out of your reach. You had gotten a taste, now you wanted the whole meal. 

“Such a good girl. Let’s see if you can keep it up,” he praised, his hand finally releasing your jaw. There was a smirk on his lips that showed off his sharp canine tooth. While your attention was on that, he pushed your hips down his legs. Eventually when they got too far away, his grip shifted to your shoulders. You got the message, his question from earlier popping into your head. 

Lifting your dominant hand up from the sheets, you made sure to make eye contact with Danny as you inched your hand towards his dick to silently ask if it was ok to do so. Getting impatient, Daniel grabbed your hand with his own and put it on his cock himself. At the touch, he let out a sigh of relief. Still holding your hand, he set the pace of your hand gliding up and down his shaft. It was fast and rough, but you got the idea that that’s how Daniel liked most things. 

Letting go of your hand after you got the idea, he used that hand in order to grab you by the hair. A sharp pain shot through your scalp from his grip. However, that didn’t compare to the pain of Danny yanking your head down and towards his cock. That you yelped in pain at. 

“Oh, save it, princess,” he barked before using his grip on your hair to press the tip of his dick to your lips. “I’ve got a better use for that mouth. Open up.” 

Swallowing down your nerves, you did as you were told. Looking him in the eyes, you parted your lips. Danny wasted no time shoving his cock in your mouth. The only thing that stopped him from shoving it all the way down your throat was your hand. With a frustrated growl, he used his free hand to rip yours away. He then stuffed his cock as far down as it could go, tears prickling at your eyes as it hit the back of your throat. Saliva immediately began to flood your throat as you gagged around him. You grabbed at his thighs with a tight grip, attempting to find any purchase you could as your head began spinning. 

After what felt like hours, Danny finally pulled you up off of him. Drool fell from your lips as you gasped deeply for air, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his dick.  

“Catch your breath, kitten. I’m just getting started.” He hovered you just above his hips, using the hand not fisted in your hair to brush your rouge locks from your eyes. It was a strangely tender moment from him; one you never would’ve expected from him. 

You only were able to breathe for a moment before he was stuffing his cock between your lips again. This time, you were able to take more of him as you relaxed your throat. However, you still gagged as he hit the back of your throat; though, you doubted you would ever be able to suppress that reaction. Daniel held you there for a moment, only pulling you up partially to quickly cough and take a breath. 

“Better hold on, princess. I can only hold back for so long,” Daniel warned right before he set his own pace. His hips bucked up off the mattress, making you audibly gag as tears formed in your eyes once more. The noise caused an amused chuckle to fall from his mouth. He may have started out slow, but that only lasted for about thirty seconds before he cranked up the intensity to eleven. He set a pace that was sure to leave the soft palate of your mouth bruised as he brutally pounded into your throat. Tears began to steadily stream down your cheeks, your hands gripping the skin of Danny’s muscular thighs hard enough to leave marks. 

“That’s it, baby, take it,” Daniel moaned in a gravelly tone, his head throwing back in pleasure at the sensation. That’s when he utilized the hold he had on your hair to skull fuck you even more fiercely, bobbing your head up and down in a way that complimented his thrusting hips. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle. Your eyes couldn’t seem to stop watering and your throat was screaming in pain. At this rate, he wold fuck your throat so hard you’d lose your voice. 

As if fate could hear your thoughts, Danny’s phone rang. With a growl, he reached over to the nightstand on his left and snatched it off the table. His pace had finally stilled, granting you a much needed moment of respite. He looked at the screen, sighing at whoever’s name was on it and begrudgingly answered. 

“What, Jake,” he bit with so much venom, you would’ve believed he hated this person. With annoyance pinching at his features, he listened to the caller talk to him. You could make out a few words here and there, but the voice was too quiet. 

Once Daniel got bored of listening, he once again started bobbing your head up and down, thankfully slower than the last time. His attention was still on the call as he used you. 

“He did what?!” Daniel yelled, his fist tightening in your hair as his anger spiked. You hummed out a moan at the sensation, causing his eyes to dart down to you. 

You heard Jake talking again on the other end. Even though you couldn’t pick out words, you could tell he was trying to diffuse the situation with Danny based on his tone alone. 

“I don’t give a shit if it was the fucking governor, Jake! We don’t give discounts!” 

At this point you had started to set your own pace. But, it seemed that wasn’t enough. As his agitation grew, so did his need for pleasure. 

“No. I’m done listening, it’s your turn. I want you to tell him these exact words, alright? You tell little Sammy that he better get the rest of the amount owed for the coke, or I’ll make sure that pretty little girlfriend of his never sells another record and lives the rest of her life on the fucking streets. Is that clear?” 

It finally clicked to you what he was talking about. Daniel wasn’t some ordinary dirtbag, he was a drug dealer. And not just any drug dealer, but the head of the most dangerous gangs in the city: the Saints of Los Angeles. You’d heard about him on the news: Daniel Wagner, the saint of Los Angeles. You would be appalled by how turned on that made you later on. But in the heat of the moment, that simply made you want to work harder to earn his favor. 

“Look, put it this way to him because I know that his head is just there for decoration - who is he more afraid of: the governor, or me?” Even though he said it in a very neutral tone, the sentence sent a shiver down your spine. 

Wanting his attention back to you again, you started to use your tongue. You were able to push back against his grip and pull up off him a bit, giving you more space to swirl your tongue around the girth of Danny. Not only did you start using your tongue, but you slid one of your hands away from his thigh and went for his balls. As soon as they were in your hand, Daniel let out a gasp of surprise, his gaze finally making its way back onto you. You felt giddy at the eye contact despite your better judgment. Continuing with your new added contact, you swirled your tongue around and played with his balls in tandem. It was just what he liked, it seemed, as he threw his head back and moaned. Now knowing with certainty that he was enjoying your attention, you hummed around him, pleased with yourself. Casting your eyes downward in order to better concentrate, that’s when you noticed another one of his tattoos. Written in block letters were two words right above his cock with an arrow pointing down at it. Choking Hazard, they said.

For the first time, you were able to make out what Jake was saying on the other end of the phone. “Are you fucking someone right now??” 

With a short laugh, Daniel thrust up into you again. “Yeah, I found a real pretty one down at the club tonight. Poor thing was all lost. She’s more your type than mine, but you know me; I can’t resist a set of huge tits.” 

“My type, huh?” Jake asked, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah, I’ll send you a picture.” Readjusting his grip on your hair, he pulled you up off his dick. You made a loud pop as you were pulled away, panting for breath and spit dripping down your fucked out lips. You could feel your eyes at half mast, sure that your mascara was running down your cheeks from your earlier tears. 

“Smile, princess,” Danny commanded after pulling the phone away from his ear. Once finished, he lowered you back down onto his cock. He kept his attention on the screen as you assumed he sent your picture to Jake. 

“Goddamn,” you heard Jake exclaim clear as day, Daniel having put him on speaker phone. 

“Uhuh, I told you,” Danny responded, gathering your hair up in his hand before thrusting into you again, “got a mouth as good as any pussy.” 

“Fuck,” you heard through the phone, “shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of you.” 

That made Danny chuckle in amusement. “I can save some for you for later.” 

“So I get sloppy seconds?” 

“If you want. I’m feeling generous,” Daniel stated. You couldn’t see his face - your eyes focused on the Choking Hazard tattoo - but you could hear the smile in his voice. He punctuated his words with a buck of his hips, making you gag audibly. 

“Sounds like you are,” Jake responded, “but I can’t. I’m already in hot water with Jenna. If she knew I slept with another girl, I’d get skinned.” 

“More for me. Now if you excuse me-” 

“Yeah, yeah. Have your fun.” 

“Make sure you tell Sam exactly what I told you,” Danny reminded, his finger already hovering over the button. 

Jake sighed before promising to follow the order. With that, Daniel hung up the phone and tossed it back onto his nightstand. “Don’t work with family.” 

That was all he said before fisting his free hand into your hair and started setting a brutal pace for your throat again. More tears fell down your cheeks and so did more saliva. It was a big mess, but you didn’t find yourself being disgusted. Daniel was feeding into your deep, dark desire of wanting to be used like a toy. Finally, after it seemed like he was about to cum, he shoved you off his cock. 

“Alright, doll,” he breathed, struggling to remain composed, “enough playing around.” 

You felt your heart kick up a notch at the implications. If that was playing around - that rough face fucking you just endoured - what did getting serious entail?

Pulling you up, Daniel shoved his lips against yours. Almost immediately, he shoved his tongue down your throat. You whined at the feeling. Everything he was doing was making your head spin. You almost wanted him to stop, but the whirlwind you were caught up in was too much of a thrill to let go of. You had been the perfect little princess all your life and you wanted to take a ride on the wild side for once in your life. And god was Daniel wild. As if he could hear your thoughts, he grabbed you by the hips and settled them right in his lap. 

“Woah,” you muttered. You knew how big Danny was - he was just in your throat. But the realization just hit you that he was about to be inside of you. And if you had gotten a head rush before, you didn’t even know what to classify what just happened to you. Still gripping onto your hips, Daniel threw you down onto the mattress so that your chest was against it. 

“Get on all fours,” he demanded, smacking your ass so hard you were certain everyone downstairs could hear. You were also certain everyone downstairs could hear your yelp of pleasure. But, you followed his command, planting your palms and knees onto the sheets. 

Nothing happened. 

For a good twenty seconds, neither of you moved. You stayed in your place on the mattress, not moving. You didn’t want to get punished by Danny. However, your curiosity got the better of you when you heard the sound of a drawer opening. As you went to turn your head around, however, that’s when Daniel delivered another sharp smack to your ass. 

“No moving, princess,” he warned, his calloused hand smoothing over the smarting skin he just punished. His fingers inched towards the waistband of your underwear, slipping underneath the lacy material and pulling it up off your skin. Danny let go of the elastic snapping back into place with a quiet snap. At the feeling, you let out a shaky breath. Danny slipped his fingers into your waistband once again, but this time he tugged the material off your body using his free hand to pull your underwear off entirely, lifting up your knees one at a time. 

As soon as he was rid of your final piece of clothing, you felt both his hands come to rest on either one of your asscheeks. Soon to follow was his tongue; gasping sharply at the feeling. It was cold. But that wasn’t what made you gasp. It was his tongue piercing. For some reason, you either didn’t register he had one while you were kissing him, or you didn’t notice. But that wasn’t important. Daniel was clearly experienced, that’s what was important. He made sure to focus his attention on your clit, the ball of his piercing rubbing and swirling around it non-stop. You would’ve been embarrassed by the noises that came out of you if you weren’t so caught up in your pleasure. Your hands balled into fists in the sheets as you buried your head into the mattress, arching your back into him. His grip on your ass tightened, the pain adding just the right amount of intensity. 

“Daniel,” you cried after he sucked on your folds. It sent a shockwave throughout your body as you involuntarily rolled your eyes into the back of your head. At his name, Danny’s hands twitched. That was all you needed to know he was in the same boat you were: incredibly turned on. But he continued to relentlessly concentrate all his focus on that beautiful bundle of nerves. 

And there it was again: that glorious peak you saw moments ago. With each lap at your clit, you could feel yourself tumbling faster and faster towards the precipice - “Daniel, oh my god!” - and you were desperate to reach it. And it showed. Each breath you took resulted in a needy whine; chanting out Danny’s name like it was a prayer. And Danny showed no signs of stopping. Finally, you were going to know what it felt like. 

Until Danny cruelly ripped it away from you just like last time. You whined rather pathetically as you tumbled down from your high, turning your head slightly just in time to see the pleased smile on Daniel’s lips. However, you couldn’t deny how absolutely hot it was seeing him lick his lips while chuckling, his lips glinting in the light. You had never felt so wet before, a combination of your slick and his saliva dripping down your thigh. 

“You’re so mean,” you lamented, rubbing your thighs together for any friction you could manage. 

“Mmm, I love it when they talk dirty,” he moaned before righting himself on his knees. That’s when you felt the tip of his dick slide through your folds, a sigh releasing from deep within his chest. You didn’t have to wait long before you felt his tip resting at your entrance. You waited with baited breath for him to push all the way in, expecting him to shove it in all at once. You were surprised when he went slow, inching in and pausing at any sign of distress from you. 

“Alright, peaches, I’m all the way in,” he gasped, his left hand rubbing your back. You didn’t need him to tell you that to know. You could feel all of his cock inside of you, pulsating within your walls. 

Each tiny movement from him felt like too much, your vision whiting out as you panted heavily just to get used to the feeling of being filled to the brim. You could feel sweat already starting to accumulate on your skin. 

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight,” Daniel panted, seemingly out of breath just from your vice grip around his cock. You could feel his curls tickling your back as he bent over you, his hot breath ghosting across your skin. 

After you both caught your breath, Danny began to rock back and forth. Each thrust made you want to scream, his huge cock testing your limits with no mercy. His pace took a sharp increase after a minute or two. Soon, you were crying out in pleasure, screaming his name in the place of god’s. He was brutal, leaving no space for clemency as he drove into you with an organ pummeling velocity. 

When you reached a point where it was getting to be too much, Daniel stilled his hips. Sighing in relief, you were still left confused. Turning your head, that’s when you noticed a silver engraved tube in Daniel’s hand. You watched as he unscrewed the cap and dumped out whatever was inside on your back. It was hard to tell based on vision alone, but you felt him pour it out in a line before screwing the cap back on. It wasn’t until he bent over and you heard a snorting sound that you knew what just happened. 

Daniel had just done a line of coke off your back… while he was still inside you. A shiver traveled down your spine as the realization hit you. There was hardly any time for you to process that fully before Daniel went back to his brutal pace from earlier. You could feel your legs weakening and shaking, your mind slowly turning to mush. 

“Harder, daddy!” It was an accident. You hadn’t meant for it to slip out like that. However, Daniel seemed to like that. A lot. You felt his hips stutter at your use of the title, a growl slipping from his teeth. His hand gripped your ass so hard you knew you would find bruises there tomorrow. 

He didn’t say anything, however. Instead, he snaked his other hand up to your neck. With a vice grip, he yanked you upright by your throat so that your back was pressed fully against his front. He hadn’t slowed his hips at all. 

“Open,” he growled, the hand on your ass prying your mouth open. When you finally got the message, his fingers slipped out of your maw. They weren’t gone for long. Only a second later, you felt something else shoved between your teeth, recognising the material. It took you all of two seconds to understand that Daniel had stuffed your own panties into your mouth. As you tried to moan out at the realization, Daniel used the grip he had on your throat to shove your face back down into the mattress. This time, he came down there with you, keeping his lips next to your ear. 

“Such a fucking whore for me. You just met me and look where you are now, huh?” He thrusted particularly hard that time as if to punctuate his words. 

Even if you weren’t gagged, words wouldn’t have been able to leave your lips. Your brain had long since devolved into a singular thought: Daniel. So, naturally, that’s what you cried out. 

“God, you’re such a fucking good slut for me, kitten. I’ve never had pussy this good before,” he grunted. It was all getting to be too much once again. You could feel that rise in tension just below your stomach begin to build again. But unlike the other times, you didn’t let yourself show that you were getting close to that climax. You tried your best to remain quiet, biting down on your lip as you focused all you had on getting to that peak. 

Your silence gave you away. 

“Goddamn it! Let me cum, you fucking pig bastard!” you screamed in frustration. At least, you tried to. It actually came out in a bunch of muffled syllables that sounded nothing like any words in the English language. 

Daniel laughed boisterously at you. Laughing at you, not with you. “Awww, aren’t you precious?” 

With his right hand, he pressed onto your stomach. With more force than you deemed necessary, he forcefully flipped you onto your back. You grunted out petulantly, making it known you weren’t happy with what just happened. 

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, dollface.” 

You didn’t get to respond before he pushed back into you at the hilt. Whatever you wanted to say turned into a needy whine that you were not proud of. A wolfish grin made its way back onto Daniel’s lips. 

“What was that, darling?” 

Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just gave Daniel a look. 

“As much fun as it is seeing you all angry at me, I do miss you screaming my name.” With that, he fished your lacy panties out of your mouth, gagging as the material hit the back of your throat. 

“There. Isn’t that better?” he asked after balling the material up in his hand and setting it on the nightstand next to his phone. 

Instead of verbally responding, you simply nodded your head. 

“Someone learned their lesson finally,” he muttered under his breath. It was so quiet, you were positive that it wasn’t meant for your ears. 

Feeling bold - and more than a little frustrated with his treatment of you - you bucked your hips forward. You both groaned out at the feeling, Daniel sounding just a little surprised. Instantly, his hands flew to your hips, pinning them down on the sheets. 

“Don’t. Move.” 

There was a dangerous edge in his eyes that you hadn’t seen all night. It was one that struck true fear in your heart. Those eyes were ones that could take life away at any moment they wanted, ones that threatened the lives of his “family” with little to no remorse. You were once again reminded of the fact that you were letting the leader of the Saints of Los Angeles fuck you. 

Swallowing thickly, you nodded vigorously. 

Danny hardly dug his nails into your flesh briefly before he lifted his hands away from your hips. He soon busied himself with the silver tube from earlier, the cap unscrewing with a horrible squeal. He dumped the last of the powder onto the valley of skin between your tits, quickly screwing the cap back on before tossing the vial to the side. With his pinky finger, Danny arranged it into a line, tediously pushing it around and tickling your skin. When he was satisfied, Danny stuck his finger into his mouth in order to get rid of the excess powder on his appendage. The entire time he was making his line, you could feel his cock pulsating slowly inside your pussy. 

Popping his finger out of his mouth, Daniel leaned down and snorted once more. You arched your back against the feeling of his curls caressing your flesh, biting your lip at the sensation. You watched as Danny sighed out in ecstasy, a lazy, toothy grin slowly spreading across his lips as he tipped back, riding the high the cocaine gave him again. You noticed his eyes rolling back into his head as a bead of blood dribbled down from his nose.

Right as you were about to comment on the blood, Daniel began thrusting his hips again. Finally, that friction your pussy was craving was back, your head tipping back at the sensation. Just like before when he was riding the high from the cocaine, he set a brutal pace that you knew would make walking a chore the next day. But unlike before, there were so many guttural noises escaping Danny’s lips that he reminded you of a feral animal. 

At this point, your brain was starting to become so overwhelmed that you had to clamp your eyes shut to avoid sensory overload. Each snap of his lips produced a high-pitched whine from your throat, sounding pathetic to your own ears. Ashamed, you muffled the noises by taking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were biting down so hard that you were afraid of drawing blood.

Daniel didn’t take too kindly to this. 

With an especially deep growl, Daniel grabbed you by the throat, feeling all of his rings dig into your flesh. It wasn’t a gentle touch in any sense of the word. You knew that he had the strength to crush your windpipe in his grip and was just barely stopping himself from doing exactly that.

Your eyes flew open in surprise. His nose was inches away from yours, almost having to cross your eyes to focus on him. 

“Sing, darlin,” he growled. There was a predatory glint in his dark eyes, one that reminded you once more of exactly who you were dealing with. While you weren’t necessarily afraid for your life, you didn’t exactly want to press your luck. 

“Fuck yes, Daniel! Oh, fuck!” 

You didn’t think it was possible, but Daniel began pounding into you ever harder. You were beginning to fear your internal organs would liquify at this rate. However, that was merely a brief flash of a thought before your brain’s circuits were once again overloaded with sexual pleasure. 

While you were gasping out Danny’s name and seeing black spots start to make pockmarks in your vision, that’s when he spat directly onto your face. It was warm as it slowly dripped down your skin. It didn’t get the chance to cool before Daniel took his free hand and smeared it over your face before pushing his fingers back into your mouth. 

Blood. 

That’s what you tasted as he shoved his fingers down your throat so far it made you gag, chuckling darkly at your noise. That sharp metallic taste on the back of your tongue sent a surprising jolt of arousal straight to your core. You flicked your eyes away from the ceiling to Daniel’s face. Your suspicions were confirmed; his nosebleed had dripped all the way to his lips and was showing no signs of stopping. 

Not fully understanding your own actions and going on instinct alone, you threaded your fingers into Daniel’s curls and pulled him into your lips. You needed more of that rush, quickly becoming addicted to the thrills he was giving you. The kiss immediately turned sloppy and heavy, his hand relieving the slightest bit of pressure off your throat. 

Even as your circulation was returning to your brain, you felt you heard start to spin at the taste of his blood. That tension in your pussy was building again, a rubber band ready to snap. 

“Please,” you breathed out after pulling away enough. 

“Please what?” he hissed, a sly smile pulling at his lips. He knew exactly what you were asking but wanted to hear you beg. 

“Please daddy, please let me cum. I can’t take it much longer-” 

“Do it, princess. Make it a spectacle for me, you whore.” 

It was all you needed. Like the breaking of glass, you felt something in you shatter as you finally were able to feel that peak Danny had been dangling in front of you all night. The noise of pleasure that pushed its way from your chest was whiny and desperate. You felt your entire body turn into static as your vision whited out. 

You were vaguely aware of Daniel reaching for his phone, his flashlight turning on as he recorded a video of him pounding mercilessly into you. You felt a slight twitch in your core, understanding that She was into it but unable to give much after what just happened. 

“Fuck yeah, such a perfect slut for me.” Daniel’s tone was raspy as his hips began to stutter. A deep growl ripped from his throat before he went completely ridgid, feeling his cum spilling deep within you. 

His curls curtained in front of his face, the light from his phone pointed down at your body as his head was hung. You watched him pant for breath through your lashes, beads of sweat rolling down his body. 

After a moment, he pulled out of you. Both of you groaned at the unpleasantness of the feeling. Daniel pointed his camera down at your fluttering hole, feeling his cum drip out slowly. He stopped recording shortly after, the room going dark again with the absence of the flash. 

“I’m not paying fucking child support if you get knocked up.” 

That was the last thing Daniel spoke to you that night. However, it was far from the last time you would ever speak to him. 

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Your needs, my needs

Warnings: overstimulation, penetration, oral (f receiving), crying, fingering, mentions of pain during sex, sub/dom ( f and m are switches), and I believe that’s all. Enjoy.

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As you eagerly waited for Josh’s arrival the phone rang. “Hey love” Josh sounded frustrated.

“Hey darling. Everything okay?” You asked.

“Bad news hun. I gotta stay till 10” he sighed.

“10! That’s 4 more hours Josh”

“Yes I know that” he let out another sigh. “Just don’t be upset with me okay. It’s not my fault. If I could be home with you I would”

“Okay Josh I just never see you anymore, and it’s really starting to get to me”

“I know okay I know. I miss being able to spend hours upon hours together. I miss doing everything little thing with you, but now we’ll be lucky if we wake up in the same bed. Speaking of “bed” it’s been over a month. A fucking month. I know it’s my fault but I am exhausted when I come home. I know I’ve been cranky recently, but I am just so tired. I am afraid I am losing you” his eyes teared up, but he blinked them aways.

“Take a breath. Your not losing me I just miss you. I don’t blame you I understand okay? I’ll see you when you come home. I’ll make some tea, and dinner. We’ll throw on a movie, and everything will be okay. We’re okay love” you assured him.

“That sounds so nice I could cry. Maybe I can talk to Jake and he can sweet talk my way home early” Danny stepped outside to hurry Josh along. “Fuck I gotta go I love you. Just wait till I get home”

Nearing 10 you put Josh’s favorite soup on the stove, warmed up your favorite tea, made the couch extra comfy, and started picking out a movie. You heard the front door open, and josh lazily walked into the house. He dropped his bag at the door, and went to find you. He walked into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Soft music was playing as you finished up dinner. Josh took a big deep breath through his nose.

“Oh mama is that what I think it is?” Josh asked hugging you from behind.

“Indeed it is. Taste it for me?” He grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the soup, and put the spoon his mouth.

“Mhmmm. Amazing as always darling”

~

Josh grabbed his bowl and snuggled up on the couch with you. “That was delicious”. He turned on his side and threw his leg over yours. As the movie went on he moved closer and closer. Until he was basically on top of you. You adjusted yourself grabbing his hips, and pulling him in your lap.

“Hi ma’am” he whispered.

“Hi pretty boy” you whispered back. You gently thrusted your hips up making sure you two were on the same page. He squirmed above you, and slowly rocked himself against you. You grabbed his hips keeping his pace. You felt him harden as his thrust became more frantic. “Slow down” you gripped his hips “I don’t want you cumming to soon. Slow baby slow”

“Yes ma’am” he listened, and let you guide him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He let out a whimper. “Already can’t finish a sentence love?”

“It’s been s-s-so long” he threw his head back.

You started feeling an intense amount of pleasure as well. Every thrust sending you closer and closer. Your grip on his hips tightened, and he picked his pace up.

“Oh fuck this is embarrassing” Josh panicked as his orgasm built up. “I am so sorry”

“It’s okay darling let go if you need” you moved a hand to cup his face.

“Mama please” Josh whined.

“Please what Josh?” You asked sounding like a tease, but it wasn’t.

“I need it. I need it so bad. Fuck me please please” his eyes began to water as he tried to hold back. You bucked your hips upward meeting him. He pulled your shirt up, and placed both hands on your breast. “Please” it was a whimper, and it whispered out of him.

“Let go then baby. Give it to me. You’ve been a good boy”

“Yes” he said weakly. “Yes” it got louder. “Fuck yes. Fuck please” he shouted. Jake who was upstairs most definitely heard. Jake came in right after josh, and ran upstairs to relax. Both of them were fed up with today and went to their own space. You were Josh’s escape, and jakes was his guitar.

Josh was very vocal when it came to sex, but right now he might as well be screaming.

“Oh my fucking god. I love you. I love you. I love you” there it was. He came in his jeans he was wearing, and collapsed into you. You scratched his back softly as he caught his breath.

“That was beautiful” you whispered in his ear.

“I’d be more beautiful if it wasn’t in my fucking jeans, and maybe on you” he laughed softly a bit embarrassed.

“No no I think it was perfect, but your right I’d be better if they were off” josh sat back in the chair, and you dropped to your knees.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already finished let me give it to you” he grabbed your hand that was already placed on his belt.

“But I want to take care of you” you told him.

“Mama look at everything you’ve done for me tonight. Let me” he pulled you up, and placed you in the seat. He slid himself down, and placed kisses on your stomach. “Let me take control”.

It was mind blowing how fast Josh can switch. He can completely submissive, and listen to your ever obey. Then suddenly he’s got you in a chokehold, and making you cum on his demand.

“We don’t need these right pretty girl?” You shook your head urgently as he slowly slid them down your legs. “As much as I’d love to tease you I don’t think that’s fair”

He dove in immediately. Josh has always took things slow. Giving you kisses up your thighs, and soft kitten licks. . But not this time. His tongue crashed against your clit. You bucked your hips up instantly, and wrapped your hands in his hair. You legs squeezed around him. He gripped your thighs and shoved them down. “Let me in mama. Relax”

“Josh fuck”

He swirled his tongue around your clit, and moving to your entrance to lick up the mess you were making. He slipped a finger inside.

“More” you cried out.

Instantly he slipped another inside you. Never slowing his pace on your aching clit. You felt it build up quickly. A built up you’ve never quite felt before. “Josh I’m- I’m”

His voice vibrated against you “Do it baby”.

“Fuck Josh I’m gonna cum” you bucked forward. He moved with you as you moved frantically. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, and his fingers thrusted harder and harder. You let go, and it came bursting out of you.

He stopped and looked around. “Baby you-. Holy fuck. Sweetheart have you ever done that before?”

“Huh?” You asked confused.

“You- you squirted angel. Has that ever happened?” He asked completely in shock with you.

“I can’t do that” you said still clouded by your orgasm.

“But you did pretty girl. Look” he shifted so you could see the mess you made.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry- I- I didn’t know-I” you covered your mouth completely embarrassed.

“Stop that shit. That was beautiful. I am honored to be the one that made you do it. Don’t be embarrassed that was stunning. Your gorgeous baby”

“Come here”

He moved to lay beside you, and you sat between his legs, and stumbled with his belt. With shaky hands you attempted to undo it.

“Wow love slow down” he moved your hands, and undid his belt for you. You slid down his jeans along with his underwear. You moved upward straddling him. He lined himself up, and you slid down gently.

Josh was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen or took. It shocked you the first time he showed you. You wrapped your fingers around, and they barely touched. It took a while for you two to be able to have sex. It took a while for him to fit. He warned you it wouldn’t work, but you insisted. Eventually he was able to get about half way. You winced in pain as it burned when he’d move. He pulled out immediately and promised to work with each others bodies. In that time you learned each others body’s. He learned exactly how to move his tongue to make you lose it. You learned how he likes to be jerked off. You knew all his weaknesses. You know how quickly he comes when you suck on the tip a little to much. Or when you slip a piece of ice in your mouth, and take him in. He knows your g spot, and how to hit it every time he fingers you. And now he knows how to make you squirt.

“I know it’s been a while. Does it feel okay?” He asked concerned. “Your really tight darling”

“Yes” you said softly. “It feels good” a slight burning from him stretching you only turned you on. You began moving back and forth. You picked up your pace quickly. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down deeper. Skin to skin. He was so deep inside of you.

“I can’t” you cried out from exhaustion. You wanted to collapse on him.

“Breath” he flipped the both of you so he was on top. “Let me do it sweet girl” he brushed the hair out of your face.

You whined out with soft “ah ah ah”.

He mocked it back to you. “Ah ah ah. Those are pretty noises mama. Feels too good doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head, and cried out for him.

“Shh I am right here. I’m right here” josh knows you have a tendency to get overstimulated during sex. You don’t always handle it well. Josh has learned to recognize when your overworking yourself. He knows when things need to slow down, and that’s what he was doing.

Tears fell from your eyes, and you began to whine rather than a moan.

“I know I know pretty girl” you tried to lift your head to watch, but you couldn’t. “You wanna watch baby?” He placed a hand on the back of your neck, and moved your head gently. A noise that sounded almost feral ripped out of you. “Oh you liked that didn’t you. Is that what my good girl needs?”

“Fuck Josh”

He cupped your face in his hands. You both watched as he slid in and out of you. Until you couldn’t take it anymore, and threw your head back. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him close. Without any warning your orgasm came screaming out of you. He wasn’t far behind, but instead he focused on talking you through it.

“Your doing amazing. Give it to me love. I am right there with you” his hands returned to your face. “Good girl”

“Josh please. I can’t” you cried.

“Yes you can. I promise I am right behind you darling” he picked up his pace.

“Josh” it seemed to be the only word you’ve ever known. “Josh baby”

He fell silent, and his jaw dropped. Soft little whimpers escaping him as he slammed mercilessly into you. Each thrust he pulled back slowly then fucked into with all his strength. He did that about four times before he fell over beside you.

“Are you okay sweet baby?” He wrapped you in his arms, and you laid against his chest.

“Yes” you sighed. He grabbed a blanket that was beside you on the couch. He threw it over the both of you. “Jakes home” you reminded him.

“Ain’t nothing he hasn’t seen … or heard” he laughed softly. You laid on his chest feeling the soft rise and fall, and listening to the beat of his heart. A reminder of home hit you as an arm snaked over waist, and the other tangled in your hair. Sleep invaded your peace, and you drifted away. He turned his attention back towards the tv as his lover slept gently in his arms.

-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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