Work Meetings - Sam Kiszka

A/N: This is a bit of a rollercoaster (just like my emotions rn ), but I’m happy with this! Eat up, my fellow Sammy sluts ❤️

WARNINGS:SMUT 18+!! MINORS DNI! dom!Sam AND soft Sam, forced orgasm, overstimulation, bondage, somewhat angry Sam, unprotected sex (wrap it up, pleaseeee). Etc, etc

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“Y/N!” Sam’s voice boomed into the house, accompanied by the very loud slamming of your front door. “Where the fuck are you?!”

How did you end up in this predicament one might ask? Well, it started with a dirty exchange of messages between you and Sam.

A few more seconds went by and you finally heard his heavy footsteps nearing your bedroom. The adrenaline surging through you had your hands shaking, but you tried to gather yourself as quickly as you could.

Finally, the door was flung open, revealing a very red and irritated looking Sam.

“Hey, Sammy.” You innocently smiled, only making his face flame even more.

“Don’t you even start. What the fuck did you think you were doing??” Sam questioned, voice still loud and dripping with irritation.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” You played dumb, pretending not to know what you had done.

“You SENT ME PICTURES of you damn near NAKED, while I was IN A WORK MEETING!” Sam shouted, throwing his arms out for emphasis.

A heavy silence fell over the two of you. It was quiet enough to hear a pen drop downstairs from your bedroom. Sam was the first to break the silence.

“Y/N… You have five seconds to start explaining.” Sam warned, the volume of his voice lowering drastically.

You could already feel heat running through your body, a dull ache forming between your legs. This was exactly what you wanted.

A little mean if you? Sure. Sam looked so worked up it was painful. But it was soon to be worth it.

“I just wanted to show you how good I looked today.” You smirked, a hint of cockiness in your tone- Something that Sam usually possessed.

“Oh, really? And you chose to do it while I was stuck in a five hour meeting?!” He stepped a little closer to you, his volume raising back up.

“I didn’t know your meeting was gonna be that long.” You shrugged and he scoffed, not at all buying it. “Bullshit, Y/N. You did know, because I told you.” Sam snapped, glaring down at you.

Man, was he hot like this… Horny and irritated. A very common combination for Sam, so you’ve come to learn over the months of being with him.

“What am I gonna do with you…?” He walked the remaining gap between the two of you slowly, hands coming to your hips and pushing you towards the bed once he reached you.

“You won’t do shit, Sammy.” You provoked, knowing damn well he would. You just wanted to push his buttons a little more.

“You know, maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should just leave you right here, all needy and pathetic.” A whimper escaped your mouth at his words, and a smirk immediately tugged at Sam’s lips.

“That would be something, wouldn’t it? Maybe…” He shoved you back causing you to fall on to the mattress, leaning down to hover over you. “-Maybe I’ll just tie you up right here and tie that pretty vibrator you’ve been hiding from me between those beautiful legs, and leave you here.”

You couldn’t even stop to wonder how he’d discovered your vibrator. That was the last of what was on your mind. The filthy picture Sam had painted for you, rendered you completely speechless.

You looked up at him in utter shock, the pulsing ache between your thighs intensifying.

“Talk to me, petal.” he leaned in, placing a kiss just by your ear. “Pick your punishment. What should I do?” He asked, toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “Sammy…” you breathed, unable to even form a complete sentence. The thought of him making you choose your own fait for the evening, was enough to make your head spin.

“Go on. Tell me what I should do to you, Y/N.” He demanded, tone low and smooth as silk.

You gathered all the sense you had left to tell him.

“Tie me up, Sammy. Use my vibrator on me… Anything. Just don’t leave me.” The last part came as a plea.

“Oh, I wasn’t ever really planning on leaving you, baby.” he assured. “I wanna stay right here and watch you fall apart.”

You reached out for him, in an eager attempt to pull him in to meet your lips, but he stopped you. “Ah, ah. No touching.” He pushed your wrists away, leaning back from over you and turning towards the closet.

You watched him flip on the light switch, shuffling through some of his ties that he rarely ever wore and pulling one out.

“I thought you might like this one.” Sam smirked, holding up a pretty blue tie and walking back to the bed with it.

“Get up and take your clothes off.” He commanded, laying the tie down on the bedside table.

“Don’t you wanna take them off?” You innocently asked him and he shook his head no.

“You heard me, Y/N. Take. Them off.”

You crawled out of the bed and did as he told you. Removing each item of clothing painfully slow to tease him a little more. It was the last of the teasing you’d be doing for the night anyway. So you had figured you may as well make a good show of it.

“That’s right. Get all that teasing out of your system, petal.” Sam spoke, sounding all too cool and collected.

You would absolutely be lying if you said it didn’t make you crumble a little bit internally. But when your eyes raked over his body, his hardened length that was visibly straining against his jeans gave him away.

“Like it isn’t working.” you sassed, eyes boring right back into his to show you weren’t planning on backing down that easily.

“Don’t get smart with me. You’ve already dug yourself a pretty deep hole. I’d hate for you to fall in it.” he crossed his arms, cautioning you.

You both stood there, still as statues; eyes staring into each other’s souls in a silent battle of dominance. You knew good and well he was going to win, but you weren’t backing down without a little fight.

Sam slowly started walking towards you, his eyes darkening with each step. The intensity of his stare finally becoming too much for you and you looked away. He had you and he knew it. Hell, even you knew it.

“Giving up so soon?” He mocked, grabbing your hands and pulling you to the bed. “Lay down. Arms up.”

You caved, laying down into the softness that was Sam’s bed. Raising your arms up to the headboard, while he grabbed the tie.

Sam’s tone changed for a split second. “Look at me, Y/N.” his eyes locking on yours once again. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I’m sure, baby… I’m positive.” you promised, giving him a confident, warm smile.

Sam took the tie in his hands, bringing it up and securing your hands together, then to the headboard. You gave your new restraint an experimental tug, finding that there was very little give to it.

Sam trailed his eyes from his beautifully tied knot at your hands, all the way down your body. Just to trail back up agonizingly slow from your feet.

Your heart pounding and body heating up under his gaze.

“So gorgeous all tied up and helpless for me. I could look at you like this all night.”

Glancing around the room quizzically, Sam disappeared back into the closet. By the sounds of shuffling drawers and boxes, you knew exactly what he was getting.

“Found it.” he said proudly, appearing back in the bedroom with a wicked grin.

He held up the toy, flicking it on just to torment you more and you jump slightly in your spot. He laughed at your helplessness.

“Relax, petal.” He walked back over to the bed, adjusting your legs and sitting in between them. “Color?”

“Green.” You replied confidently, locking your eyes with Sam’s, trying to anticipate what his first move was going to be.

Sam’s hands smoothed over your skin from your shins to your hips, leaving a fiery, tingling feeling in their wake. His body followed his hands, coming almost nose to nose with you.

“Kiss me, Sammy.” you tried to demand. Sam raised his eyebrows at you in amusement. “You’re not really in a position to make demands, now are you?” He leaned down a little closer to your face. You could just barely feel his the heat of his breath on your lips. You lifted up as much as your restraints would allow you, trying to connect your lips with his.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve a kiss yet.” He dipped his head down, using one of his hands to cup your jaw and tilt your head back, placing kisses below your jawline. No biting, or sucking. Not even using his tongue, only gentle, quick kisses. Applying just enough pressure to have you begging for more.

He worked his way down slowly, not giving you the satisfaction of even a few nibbles to your skin, until he reached where your shoulder and neck meet. He bit into the skin there softly, drawing a sigh of frustration from you. “Sam, come on.”

“You’re so worked up already.” He touched the vibrator to the center of your belly and your body jumped from the sudden feeling.

“Sammy, please.” it sounded pathetic, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Please what? Stop teasing you?” he questioned, faking a serious tone.

“Yes, please quit teasing me.” Even the most polite tone you could muster wasn’t good enough for him.

“Nope. I want you to know just how I felt all that time stuck in that meeting.” He rasped out. You were certain his voice dropped down a whole octave.

He switched the vibrator on, dragging it slowly from where it rested just below your bellybutton, up towards your chest. Your back involuntarily arched into the toy and Sam, making him chuckle. “Ah, stay still.” He told you, pushing you back down against the comforter. He held you in place with a firm hand on your hip.

“Sammy!” You squealed when he touched the vibrator to one of your hardened nipples. An amused, almost taunting smile forms over his lips. “Aw, is that too much for you, petal?” he chuckled almost evilly, repeating the same action to your other nipple.

You jerked away involuntarily. It was kind of a strange and intense pleasure. You’d never used your vibrator on other parts of your body, so the feeling was completely foreign to you.

“Sam-“ you tried to choke out through a moan.

He moved it away from your breasts, dragging it back down your sternum and stomach. He stopped just shy of your throbbing core. “I bet this is where you want it, isn’t it?” He asked you, a smirk adorning his face.

“Yes. Yes, Sammy, please.” You could faintly feel the vibrations, but not enough for even the tiniest bit of relief.

Without another moments thought, he brought it down to your dripping entrance, gathering some of the wetness pooling there and finally placing it over your clit.

“Oh, god-“ you moaned, tugging your tied hands. You wanted so badly to reach out and grab his wrist.

The vibrating shot through your whole body like electricity.

“Hmm… Let’s figure out a way to tie this to you.” Sam said, sounding like it was almost a suggestion- Even though you had absolutely no say in the matter.

He turned it off, laying it down beside you and getting up from the bed. He walked his earlier track back to the closet, searching around until he finally found one of his belts. Of course It wasn’t made for this sort of thing, but it would work. Hopefully.

He appeared back in your line of sight, holding it up with a smug smirk.

Sam climbed back in the bed, settling back in his previous spot between your legs. One of his favorite places to be, you were certain.

He spent what felt like forever messing around with the vibrator and belt, until he finally got it tightly secured against you. “Can’t move too much, petal… We don’t want it to come loose.” You nod, knowing good and well you wouldn’t be able to stay still. “Color, baby?”

“Still green, Sammy.” You assured him, watching his hand move to the switch of the vibrator and turning it on the lowest setting.

“Fuuck yes, Sammy.” Your soft moans of relief filled the air immediately. Sam watched you, growing even harder at the sight of you. Part of him hated that he wasn’t exactly the one making you feel good and he wanted to quit the antics and fuck you right then. But, he decided against it- Feeling like you deserved a major taste of your own medicine.

After a few minutes of listening to your barely audible moans and taking note that you weren’t quite squirming the way he wanted, he leaned forward. “I think this needs to go a little higher.” He turned it up, sending a much higher level of vibration directly into your clit.

“Fucking hell, Sammy!” A significantly louder moan tore from your lungs and a pleased smile formed on his all too smug face.

“There we go… That’s all you needed, huh?” Sam teased, getting up from the bed.

“Sam, y- you said you wouldn’t l-leave!” You manage through your constant whimpering and moaning, panic written all over your face.

“Shhh, petal. I’m just gonna sit right there and watch you. Just like I said I was gonna do.” He pointed to the black loveseat in the corner of your bedroom. “Sammy, please.” You beg. but you’re not quite sure what for.

Sam only chuckled at you lowly, reaching down to bump the up the setting once more, before sauntering over to the chair.

The new setting; switching between a few seconds of solid vibrations and a quick pulsating rhythm, had you lurching forward and the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, no! Sam, please I- I need you right here, please!” You begged, clinging to your last few moments of composure, before your first orgasm was soon to take over.

“Sucks doesn’t it, petal? Can’t touch me, can’t feel my fingers inside you…” You groaned at his verbal tormenting, but tried to focus on the pleasure your toy was providing you. “That’s it… Let go. Cum for me, baby.”

You first orgasm snapped inside you like an overstretched rubber band. Your back arched away from the bed- loud, high pitched moans falling from your lips almost constantly.

Coming down from your high, you were seeking out a moment to recover, Only to find the vibrating hadn’t stopped and wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“S-Sam, aren’t you gonna- gonna let me have a break?” you choked out breathlessly and he shook his head “Nope.” was all he said, smirking at your already sweaty, flushed body.

“S-Sam, come on. That’s not fair!”

you whined in protest. “It wasn’t fair to me when you sent those pictures. Be a big girl and take it.” He shot in a sharp tone.

Three more orgasms later, you could barely think even straight. Body trembling and thrashing, pornographic, loud cries of pleasure being ripped from your lungs. Sam’s name being pretty much the only word you could remember.

“Sam- Sammy! Plea-please!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face in a constant stream. “I can’t t-take it! I’m b-begging you-“ Your words sputtered out in little hiccups, with broken moans mixed in.

Sam seemed to take pity on you in that moment, getting up from his spot on the loveseat and walking over to the bed. Before he even had a chance to turn it off, you fell completely silent through another orgasm.

He took his former spot in the middle of your legs, immediately shutting off the vibrator and removing it from your body completely.

“Shhh, petal. Can I touch you so I can untie you?“ He carefully asked sitting the toy on the nightstand. His dominant demeanor faded and was quickly replaced with a calm, sweet, but still firm and strong one.

All you could manage for him was a soft nod.

He reached up, pulling the knot loose and taking your wrists gently into his hands. You relaxed under his soft touch, breathing finally calming down.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” His eyes scanned over your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

“I’m okay, Sammy..” you answered, voice just above a whisper.

He continued to study your eyes, a small smile forming over his lips when you reach up to cup his cheek.

“Sammy?”

“Yea, petal?” he was giving you his undivided attention and it made your heart swell in your chest. “I need you.”

Without a second of hesitation, Sam’s lips were on yours in a needy, frantic kiss. His hands traveled up your arms from where they had still been cradling your wrists, up to your face.

He pulled away after a few more moments, tugging on your bottom lip as he drew back. “Are you sure you can handle it? I just put you through a lot…” He trailed off with a shit-eating grin, gesturing to your center that was without a doubt still soaked.

“I think I can handle it, as long as you’re gentle.” You giggled, gliding your hands along his shoulders softly.

Gentle, slow sex with Sammy was something you rarely got. Granted, this was an interesting turn- given he was absolutely dominating you just 15 minutes ago, but you weren’t going to complain. Sammy always kept you on your toes and you loved that.

“I mean, I probably won’t get off again… but at least you will.” you smirk, hand snaking between your bodies to his painfully hardened dick.

You palmed it gently, causing a animalistic groan to erupt from Sam.

“Fuck- quit or I’ll cum right here in my pants.“ he hissed, swatting your hand away.

He undid the button of his jeans, frantically fumbling around to get them off.

“Slow down, Sammy..” you ran your fingers through his hair, willing him to take his time. He closed his eyes for a moment, regaining his composure and returning his attention back to you.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re still wet enough to take me. Okay, petal?” His hand massaged at your thigh, awaiting your approval to touch your still slightly sensitive core.

“I’m okay, baby. Go ahead.” You encouraged, spreading your legs open a little more for him.

“Think I can get one more orgasm out of your pretty cunt, Y/N?” He questioned, dragging his finger through your folds that were indeed still drenched. A shaky breath fell off his lips at how wet you still were.

“I think I can do one more…”

You whimpered when he slowly slid in a single finger, keeping it completely still to be sure you weren’t too sensitive.

Once you gave him the okay, he pumped his finger in and out a couple times. After a few curls of his finger, he removed them from you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“So, so hot, Sammy.” His cheeks tinted the most subtle shade of pink. If you hadn’t been looking at him so closely, you would have surely missed it.

“And You’re my pretty girl. Aren’t you?” You opened your mouth to answer, but gasped instead as Sam pushed into you slowly. “Of course you are.” He answered for you.

“Yes, Sammy. So perfect.” you whimpered out, taking a moment to adjust to him, before finally telling him that he can move.

He set a slow but deliberate pace. Each thrust he delivered was deep and purposeful.

He dropped down onto his forearms, laying his head against your shoulder as you played with and tugged at his hair. It was one of the sweetest moments you’d ever had with Sam and there wasn’t much keeping tears from forming in your eyes.

“You feel so good wrapped around me. So, so good, petal.” he praised, picking up the speed of his thrusts the tiniest bit. One particularly deep thrust hit your sweet spot perfectly. “S-Sam, right there-“ you choked out through a moan, fingers tightening in his hair and He groaned in result of the action. “Shit, do that again.” He demanded.

You repeated the action, pulling just a little harder than the first time.

A loud moan sounded from him and his pace faltered for a split second.

“I’m so- close.” He grunted out. “Think you can cum one more time for me, petal?” He asked, hand sneaking between your bodies and ghosting over your clit. “I can try.”

A strangled cry ripped from you when Sam’s calloused fingertips fully connected with your clit, rubbing quick and tight circles.

“Come on, you can do it, baby.” Sam encouraged, fighting to hold off his own high for a little longer.

A strange feeling started to form in the pit of your stomach, one that you weren’t familiar with. It didn’t feel like the normal feeling you’d get before your highs. You grabbed at Sam’s wrist frantically, attempting to stop him. “Sammy, I don’t- I can’t- I feel close, but it feels weird??” You rush out and Sam shakes his head.

“Don’t hold it back. Feel it, pretty girl. I’ve got you..” You did as he said, trying to let your body feel whatever it was that was building inside you.

“There you go. That’s my girl… now let go for me.”

As if your body was waiting for his permission, the knot in your stomach exploded. Your body fell into the most euphoric state you’d ever been in: Stars taking over your vision, your body buzzing with such intense pleasure, it didn’t even feel like you were inside your own body anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sam’s moans and curses reached a volume much like when he had stormed through the bedroom door earlier.

Coming down from your high, you could feel how sloppy and slow Sam’s thrusts had become.

He stilled inside you, panting heavily and shaking above you- Almost identical to the current state you were in yourself.

“You… I… You’ve never done that before…” Sam panted out in shock and you knit your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Haven’t done what?” You questioned, glancing between your bodies for any clues to what he was getting at. He looked up at you attentively, taking your hand in his and guiding it between your two bodies. When your hand reached where you and Sam were connected, you gasped- His stomach and thighs were soaked in your sweet cum. “Oh my god… Was this from me?”

“Yep. I had a feeling your were gonna squirt, that’s why I told you to keep going.” He explained and your mouth fell open slightly.

Carefully, he pulled out of you and both of you hissed from the over-sensitivity. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Couldn’t be better. I’m sorry for teasing you all day.” while it was completely sincere, you couldn’t help the wide smile that took over your face. Sammy rolled his eyes at you playfully. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you are.” You giggled at that, shoving him lightly.

“I think I should get you cleaned up, petal.” He said getting up from the bed. Once he was standing, he offered you his hand. “Come on, I’m gonna run us a bath. That sound okay?”

The smile that formed over your face was so big, that your cheeks started to hurt. Nodding, you took his hand and let him pull you up to your feet, steadying you when your legs wobbled beneath you.

“I think that last one really did me in.” You giggled and he laughed with you, walking with his arm hooked with yours, to the bathroom. “I mean, you did just get off at least 5 times..”

You made it into the bathroom, resting against the sink while Sam turned on the water, pouring in a couple different bath salts. He grabbed two towels and laid them beside you.

Once the water was ready, you stepped in carefully and sighed at the instant relief the hot water provided you. Sam followed soon after, settling in behind you. Pulling you into his chest, he rested his chin on your shoulder, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your jaw.

You both stayed like that for a while; silent and content in each other’s presence.

Sam was the first to speak up after a few minutes. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?” you shifted around slight so you could see him.

Sam leaned up a little closer, barely grazing his lips against your ear. “Next time you wanna tease me, don’t do it while I’m in a 5 hour meeting.”

Camping Escapades - Danny Wagner

A/N: Okay, FINALLY! I present to you more Danny smut lmao. I decided to reconstruct this a little, to fit the type of mood i’ve been in. I find it hard to write filthy, kinky, lengthy smut when I’m not in that kind of mood. So, this is gonna be more lighthearted and playful (for the most part). I hope y’all enjoy this one! I love you all!

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! choking, fingering, oral (fem receiving), a little degrading and praise if ya squint, unprotected sex.

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Camping with Danny and the Kiszka boys was no rare adventure. They were always looking for some new place by a lake, river, the beach, in the middle of nowhere, in the woods; just some place to find a little bit of peace, to write and gather their thoughts on the next album- Or whatever project they were working on.

It had been a pretty quiet day. No crazy hikes or strenuous activities. Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny all stayed close to the tents with their guitars and notepads, writing lyrics and working on riffs from the time they woke up, until late that night.

It was nearing 11:30 at night. You’d retreated from around the fire not long ago, cuddling up in yours and Danny’s tent, patiently waiting for him to come to bed. The sound of their guitars and voices making you sleepy.

After a few more minutes, the music stopped and Danny eventually came creeping back to your tent quietly, as to not wake your possibly sleeping form.

“I’m awake, babe.” you said through giggles, at Danny’s horrible attempt at not so quietly unzipping the tent.

“Shit. Did I wake you?” He questioned, climbing in the rest of the way and closing the door back up. “No, I was trying to stay awake until you got in here.”

“Awe, scared to go to sleep without me?” he teased, crawling into the blankets beside you. “Absolutely not. I have more balls than Sammy out here.” you shot back, silently hoping Sam heard your little attack.

“I fucking heard that, Y/N!” Sam yelled from his tent, sending you and Danny into a fit of giggles.

Once you calmed down, you settled into Danny’s chest. The sounds of the water, the nighttime creatures, and Danny’s heartbeat soothing you.

But it wasn’t long before he was becoming a little hands-y.

“Baby… What are you doing?” you whispered, eyes blinking open to look up at your clearly needy boyfriend.

“I need you. Please.” he whined, hands roaming around your body in light desperation. It was easily one of the hottest things you had ever heard him say and it served in sending a rush of heat through your whole body.

An aching, scorching need settling in between your legs. But that didn’t change the situation that was at hand: Josh, Jake and Sam all being within clear ear shot of yours and Danny’s tent.

“Danny… Their tents are so close.” you gestured around to each tent. Jake and Josh’s being directly behind yours, and Sam’s just to the right.

“And…?” Danny asked lowly, using one of his hands to tip your head back, giving him full access to your neck. He wasted no time attaching his lips to the sensitive area just above your collarbone, biting and sucking gently.

“We can’t- they’ll hear us..” you scolded through a whimper. “Guess you better be quiet then, huh?” He punctuated his words by biting into the sensitive flesh a little harder.

Another whimper escaped your lips. No part of you wanted to say no to Danny. The idea of being heard only turning you on even more.

“Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me?” he purred lowly, just below your ear.

“I can do that..” you answered quietly. A smug smile spreads over his lips. “That’s my angel.”

Danny moved over top of you carefully, pinning you beneath him with your hands above your head.

A whine that was just a touch too loud leaves you, and he used his free hand to place a single finger over your lips. “Shhh, you’re already being too loud.” He smirked, knowing good and well that he was purposefully trying to make it difficult for you.

“You’re not making it easy to be quiet…” you chided, tugging at your wrists that were still gathered up in his hands above your head. “What’s the fun in going easy on you?” he jested, dipping down to connect your lips with his.

You melted into his kiss; delicate, but needy. It wasn’t enough for you though, and you bit at his bottom lip eagerly. Danny pulled back, smirking to himself at how needy he bad already made you. “Patience, angel.” he whispered. “I’m gonna make you feel good, don’t worry.”

He started a trail of light kisses along your jawline, trailing them down your throat. He bit into the tender skin in the middle of your throat and you gasped at the sensation. He glanced up at you with a stern look. “Watch it, Y/N.” You closed your mouth, closing your eyes and steadying your breathing. Fighting any and every urge in your body to just let your sounds of pleasure free.

He worked his way down, stopping to let go of your hands and pull his own shirt off, then your hoodie. A pleased smirk forming on his lips when both breasts were revealed to him. “You didn’t have a bra on all evening? That’s awfully naughty of you, Y/N..” he taunted lowly. You can only assume he was referring to you sitting outside earlier, braless around the fire with his band mates there, too.

He gave undivided attention to each of your breasts, toying with and sucking on each side. A particularly firm flick of his tongue against your right nipple, had you squirming and begging underneath him.

“Danny, please-“ you lightly begged, trying your best to keep your voice low. “Hush. I said be patient.” he reminded you, returning to trail kisses down your stomach.

He stops at the hem of your night shorts, hooking his hands into them and pulling them down carefully. Part of you wondered if the constant shuffling about coming from your tent would draw the other boys’ attention, but you just disregarded the thought- Assuming they were surely well into sleep by now.

Your attention was abruptly brought back to Danny as he started placing featherlight kisses to your inner thighs, biting and soothing with his tongue every so often.

“Danny, come on, please.” you exhorted in frustration, raising your hips up in hopes to make him drop the teasing.

He finally started moving up to your aching core, but stalled his movement just above your clit, looking up at you. “Cover your mouth.” he commanded, not moving his head down another inch. You complied and brought your forearm over your mouth to muffle any possible noises. The desire to finally have his mouth on you, too great to even consider not doing what he asked.

“Good girl.” It was barely audible, but you still heard it. Without another second, his tongue slowly glided up the expanse of your dripping core, making you tremble slightly from the sudden pleasure.

His mouth settled over your clit, switching between sucking and a quick, somewhat gentle, flicking pattern that he knew worked well on you- Always serving to make you writhe underneath him. Your free hand slid down your body, tangling in his messy waves. Moans and whines muffled by your arm, slipping from you every few seconds.

Your arm was doing a decent job to quieting you, but the limits were tested when Danny inserted two fingers inside you. He curled them up into your g-spot and a loud, strangled cry ripped from your throat- One that your arm had done little to silence. Danny retreated his mouth from you, moving up your body to be eye level with you. Fingers still working inside you, he yanked your arm away from your face.

“I swear if you don’t pipe down, I’m stopping right now.” he warned, dark, lust blown eyes boring into yours.

You nodded, in fear that if you open your mouth, all the noises you were still withholding would come bubbling out.

Danny’s fingers curled into you a few more times, dragging you dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm. Feeling you tightening around them, he could tell you were close, but you apprise him anyway.

“Danny- Danny, I’m gonna cum.” you rushed out, whiny and breathy, trying not to be too loud. “Not yet.” he said, pulling his fingers out of you. You sighed heavily at the ruined orgasm, but watch him as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

He leaned back, skillfully working his own sweatpants off his body without making too much noise.

He crawled back over top of you, resting one of his forearms to the side of your head, the other coming down to line himself up.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, angel.” he said lowly, gliding into you easily with one smooth thrust of his hips. “All for me.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” you murmured, barely hanging on to your will to keep quiet as Danny picked up into a steady pace. “Danny, please i- I can’t stay quiet if you keep going this hard.” you managed out, clinging to his shoulders for some sort of grounding support.

“Kiss me.” he demanded, wrapping a hand around your throat. “It will keep your whiny mouth busy.” You couldn’t quite tell if it was meant to be degrading, or teasing. Either way, it made you clench around his throbbing cock.

He dropped his head down, catching your lips with his just in time to silence his own moan that escaped.

You kiss for as long as you can stand going without air, swallowing down each other’s whimpers and moans of pleasure as they bubble up. Danny let go of your throat, breaking the kiss to shift his weight to his other arm.

“Fuck me, I’m so close-“ he breathed out, bringing one of your legs up higher on his hip. The new angle sent him driving even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

You could feel the burning sensation return to the pit of your stomach, searching for just a little more in order to explode. “Just a l-little more, please-“ you pleaded, bucking your hips up to meet each of his hard thrusts. He brought his hand down between your bodies, pressing a single finger to your clit and circling it quickly.

You turned your head to the side, pulling the pillow below you into your face to silence your cry of pleasure.

Danny let out a low chuckle. “So noisy. Do I make you feel too good, baby? Is that what it is?”

“Yes, fuck yes. You make me feel s- so good.” you’d basically given up trying to stay quiet, not caring who heard you anymore.

Danny applied the slightest bit more pressure to your clit, sending you spiraling. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum, fuck-“

“Cum for me, angel. But sshhh-“ he coaxed, driving into you with one more deep, sharp thrust, throwing you into your orgasm.

“Danny, FU-“ A high pitched, all too loud moan, tore it’s way through your lungs; Getting somewhat cut off by Danny’s hand that flew over your mouth.

“Damnit, Y/N.” he grunted, falling into his own orgasm, spilling inside you until his warm cum was dripping out of you. You released streams of profanities into his hand, back arching off the hard ground of the tent and into Danny’s chest.

You both rode out your highs as long as possible- Danny collapsing finally beside you, trying to catch his breath.

“Christ…” you said, still breathless yourself.

You turned on to your side, eyes scanning over Danny’s sweaty, flushed face. His eyes fluttered open after a few seconds of feeling your gaze. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, cause you’re not getting anymore dick until we get home.” Your mouth gaped at his words.

“Now, that’s not fair. I tried to be quiet.” you defended, turning on your back, staring up at the top of the tent.

“Except you weren’t quiet at all.” he pointed, voice low in your ear. “If they heard, we’re never gonna hear the end of it.”

“I’m sure they are all sound asleep.” You assured him, turning and tucking yourself deeper into his chest.

——————————-

The blinding morning rays of the sun drifting inside the tent, pulled you out of your sleep. Danny still peacefully sleeping next to you.

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and you glanced towards the door of your tent, seeing the silhouettes of Sam and Josh.

“Morning, angel.” Danny mumbled, eyes still closed and half asleep.

“Good morning to you, sleepy ass.” you said, giggling when he shoved your head playfully.

“I think I might hide away in here all day.” he half joked, covering his face with the blanket. “Why?”

“Oh, did you forget about last night that quick?” Heat spread through your cheeks immediately and he brought the blanket back down, raising an eyebrow at you questioningly.

“No, I didn’t forget.” you scoffed, turning away from his eyes that were absolutely burning holes in your face. “I’m sure they didn’t hear..” you tried to reassure.

“Well, guess we’re gonna find out real soon.” Danny got up, and you followed, You both got dressed, laughing at each other’s clumsiness as you tried to get your clothes back on inside the tent.

After you almost busting your ass and pulling Danny with you, you both finally stumbled out. A little messy looking and giggling.

You looked around, seeing Josh tending to the breakfast he was cooking for everyone- Sam fixing up his own right beside him.

“Well, look who it is.” Josh laughed, and Sam turned to see who he was gesturing to.

“Awe, it’s the love birds.” Sam smiled, pouring himself coffee- Which he then spilled. “Fucking christ.” he muttered and you laughed at him, offering nothing but a half sympathetic look.

The four of you sat around, talking as normal. You silently thanked God that neither of them had yet to say anything about last night.

“Ugh- fuck..” Jake grumbled, stumbling out of his and Josh’s tent, disheveled and still looking half asleep. He sauntered over to where you all were sitting, slumping down into one of the lawn chairs between Danny and Sam.

“You alright there, bud?” Josh asked slowly, eyeing him with a slightly worried expression.

“Yeah, I just didn’t sleep too good last night.” Jake confessed and you glanced over to Danny, who was practically sitting on the edge of his seat right along with you, silently hoping this wasn’t going where both of you were thinking it was.

“Why not?” Sam pried, confusion written all over his face.

“Because love birds over there-“ he started, pointing between you and Danny. “-don’t know how to keep it down.”

“Oh. I heard, too… I just wasn’t gonna say anything.” Josh laughed, only adding to your embarrassment.

You groaned and leaned back in your chair, wanting so badly to just disintegrate into the seat. Much to the guys’ amusement.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Y/N. We all know drummers are just too good. I couldn’t stay quiet either.” Jake shot playfully, even drawing a chuckle from Danny.

You brought your face down to your hands, an attempt at hiding the crimson blush that had taken over your cheeks. “Oh, my god.”

“Hey, I tried to keep her quiet!” Danny raised his hands in defense.

“Maybe next time bring a gag or something.” Sam suggested trying to hold in his laughter, but failing miserably as Josh and Jake both broke down.

“Oh, shut up.” you rolled your eyes at them, crossing your arms over your chest. You couldn’t help the smile that eventually broke out over your face.

“Don’t play innocent, babe. You’d like it.” Danny joined in, sending you an exaggerated wink.

Dancing In The Kitchen - Greta Van Fleet

A/N: I’ve had this for a while and just hadn’t posted it. I’m really trying to finish the Danny fic and the Sam fic I’ve got, but writers block has been kicking my ass. Over the last couple days I’ve been thinking of cute shit more than smut. If I do think of smutty scenarios, they’ve been more cute and playful- like my mood has been. There’s also some things i’m trying to improve on as far as writing smut, so yea. Anyways, i’m just rambling Enjoy this cute, cliché fluff. I HIGHLY encourage you all to listen to the songs paired.❤️

WARNINGS: None really. These are just cute and short. There’s some language and Mentions of anxiety if you squint, but that’s it.

••••

Josh:

‘Where The Boys Are’ - Connie Francis

You jolted awake at the terrifyingly loud rumble of thunder. The storm had been raging on for hours, starting just before you and Josh had gone to bed. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand carefully, as not to disturb Josh and the time read 1:30 a.m.

You laid back down in attempt to go back to sleep, but it was useless. The nearly constant thunder continuously startling you.

So, you decided to pull yourself out of bed quietly and go down to the kitchen.

You brought your phone down with you, turning on a random playlist you had made with Josh one night, letting it play softly while you made a mug of tea.

You smiled to yourself when ‘Where The Boys Are’ by Connie Francis filled your ears. A song you and Josh had danced to many years prior, before the two of you were even dating, when you’d agreed to go prom with him.

You swayed around the kitchen, searching for the mug you always used. trying to distract yourself from the obnoxious storm.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” Josh questioned with a sleepy chuckle. A goofy smile plastered on his face from the sight of you. “Did the storm wake you?”

“Yeah, and I couldn’t go back to sleep… So I came down here to make tea.” You explained, grinning at him as he approached you.

“Mmm, this is our song isn’t it?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving you to the music with him. “It is…” You hummed softly.

Josh spun you around to face him, hands moving to your hips as he continued to sway. “I remember how beautiful you looked at prom… And you just keep getting more beautiful by the day. I can’t take it.” He throws his head back dramatically, earning a stream of girlish giggles from you- Much like high school.

“Quit before I start blushing.” You scolded playfully, watching him intently as he met your eyes again. “That’s just what I want. You’re so precious when you’re blushing for me.” He teased, placing gentle kisses to both of your now red cheeks.

A loud clash of thunder startled you, making you jump in Josh’s hold. His eyes softened, pulling you into his chest. “I’m right here, mama. Let’s keep dancing.”

You relaxed into his strong, warm arms, swaying with him to the last bit of the song. Leaning your head against his chest, you started to feel sleepy again and Josh took notice right away. He reached forward, shutting the the stove off and removing the kettle.

“Come on, baby. Let’s just go back to bed, yeah?” All you could do was nod I return.

He picked you up bridal style, securing your in his arms and walking to the island where your phone was laying- The last few notes of the song cutting through your sleepy state.

“Where the boys are..” You sang softly and sleepily up at Josh, who gazed down at you warmly. He finished the final lyric with a soft smile. “Someone waits for me.”

••

Danny:

‘Danny’ - Lesley Gore

You paraded around the kitchen, dancing and singing. Numerous different cooking items were strung along the counters, in an attempt to make Danny a nice dinner before he got home.

You’d put on one of your custom records, turning it up pretty loud, as to hear it from the kitchen.

“Cause Dannyyy, sends me flowers and candy-“ You sang somehow gracefully along with the song; one that happened to be one of your absolute favorites and it was pretty obvious why. “-He’s my one and only Danyyy, every hour of the day!”

Little did you know that Danny had actually come home early, and was now standing in the doorway of your kitchen, watching you ever so lovingly.

“He’ll tell me it’s time that his name and mi- Holy FUCK!” You screeched when you turned around to see Danny, now leaning against the island with a wide smile on his face.

“And I’ll be Danny’s, I’ll belong to my Dannyyy-“ He started singing to you, walking around to wrap you in a hug. “-I walked around beside my Dannyyy, He’ll be mine forever more.” You couldn’t help the smile that broke over your face, despite your pounding heart from being scared half to death.

“Sorry I scared you, sweetheart.” He apologized, placing a kiss to your temple. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you home so early.” You laughed lightly, but it quickly faded into a dramatic, playful groan. “Oh my god, how much of that did you see?” You asked, gesturing around to where you had been dancing and singing.

“Mmm… Just early enough to hear you singing “Dannyyyy sends me flowers and candyyy!”” He mimicked you and you smacked his chest. “Oh, lovely.” You rolled your eyes, returning back to the pot at the stove.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be your forever more.” He chuckled, quoting the song yet again. Your head tipped back in a genuine laugh. “Oh, shut up.”

••

Sammy:

‘Cupid’ - Sam Cooke

You were always getting into little contests with Sammy. Whether it was just for pure fun, or to settle an argument, it was a common thing the two of you.

Sammy’s record player rang through his apartment, one of his Sam Cooke records spinning away- Not so successfully drowning out your bickering.

“I’ll have you know i’m a master baker.” He waved his spatula at you in emphasis. “You say You’re a “master’ at everything, yet you’ve never proven that.” You scoffed, already rolling your dough out on the counter.

“You’re going way too fast!” Sam whined, gesturing down to your hands that were working your dough on the counter. “You’ve messed up your portions like… three times. Maybe you should be using a box instead of trying to make it from scratch.”

“Right, right. Because only you can bake from scratch, Y/N.” Sam grumbled, pumping the air in success when he finally got his dough to form.

You both finally got all your cookies cut out and on trays, with surprisingly very little bickering.

Sam passed you his tray of cookies and you slid it into the over above your own.

“How long do they need?” He asked, glancing around at the mess you’d both made. “I’m gonna give them about twelve minutes to start.” You told him, closing the oven.

“Oh, this is such a good song.” Sam said, barely waiting for your to get the oven mitts off, before he was pulling you to him. “Dance with me.”

It caught you off guard a little. Sam of course was very playful and touchy… but this was bit more than normal, even for Sammy.

Looking directly into your eyes, and swaying gently, he started singing.

“Now, I don’t mean to bother you but I’m in distress. There’s a danger of me losing all of my happiness-“ You looked at him rather confused, but he just shook his head and continued. “For I love a girl who doesn’t know I exist… And this you can fix.” Your mouth fell open slightly, mind bombarding you with a thousand thoughts per second it felt like.

“So, Cupid, draw back your bow.. and let your arrow go. Straight to my lovers heart, for me…” He paused, looking directly in to your soul so it felt like. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You searched his eyes for any possible signs of what he could be getting at. “I’m in love with you.” He confessed boldly, eyes never straying away from yours. A smile pulled at your lips immediately, your heart swelling up in your chest so much, you were sure it was going to explode. Sam’s smile matched your own, patiently waiting for your answer- because somehow he knew you felt the same.

“And I love you, Sammy.”

••

Jake:

‘Everybody Loves Somebody’ - Dean Martin

You were sitting wide awake at your kitchen bar top, anxiously waiting for Jake to return home from a lengthy leg of their tour.

It was nearly twelve in the morning, and you had put on one of Jake’s records, in hopes to soothe your racing, jittery heart. You laid your head into your arms against the countertop, doing your best to be patient, until finally you heard keys in the door. You shot up, becoming practically lightheaded at the sound of his voice.

“Y/N?! Are you awake?” His warm, gravely voice tore through your ears, in a way that hearing his voice over the phone could never do. He must have heard the commotion of you getting out of the barstool, stumbling all too quickly through the door of the kitchen. He dropped his bag at the sight of you, rushing to pull you tightly into his chest.

“God, I fucking miss you.” He breathed out, inhaling back your sweet, warm scent. “I missed you, too, Jake:” It came out almost as a whimper.

“Were you anxious before I got here?” He questioned, taking notice to your trembling form. You nodded against his chest and you could feel the vibrations through it, when he hummed in acknowledgment.

“I’m here now, angel. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured softly, beginning to rock side to side.

“Everybody loves somebody sometime. And although my dream was overdue..” Jake sang along softly into your ear. “Your love made it well worth waiting-“ He paused, peering down at you. Your heart rate has slowed, finally relaxing in his arms completely. “-For someone like you.”

A small smile formed on your lips, basking in the love and safety you were finally feeling from Jake again.

You followed Jake upstairs, crawling into bed while he quickly showered.

It didn’t take him long, not wanting to be away from you for a minute longer.

“Come here.” He coaxed, climbing into bed beside you with his arms wide open for you. You cuddled into him without hesitation, his heartbeat and warm scent calming you instantly. “I’m so happy you’re home.” Jake could tell you were fighting sleep though; part of you worried you’d wake up and he’d be gone again.

“Shhh, go to sleep, angel. I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere.”