here’s a fluffy smut pice for y'all about the hottest man alive, Josh Kiszka! Let me know if you like it and want to see more of this stuff, I had a lot of fun writing it! Anyways….enjoy!
WARNINGS: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, the usual
“C’mon babe! Let’s celebrate a little!” you nagged your sweaty, grinning boyfriend. Josh Kiszka was the love of your life, and had been since you met three years ago. It was a warm August night and he had just gotten done performing his first show in months.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let loose a bit” he replied with a grin. “I’m kinda tired though so do you mind if it’s just the two of us?”
“I guess I could tolerate that” you tease.
After about another hour of hearing people congratulate the boys and helping pack up it was time to go. You were able to make it to the car without being swarmed by fans, but still stopping for a few photos. You offered to drive so that Josh could sleep for a little bit. Finally you pulled up to the little bungalow you and Josh had started living in a few months ago. It only made sense for the two of you to live together since you were practically inseparable.
Entering through the garage you kicked off your shoes as Josh questioned what you had in mind.
“Well I was thinking we could put on a record and maybe cook some food? Maybe even enjoy a glass of wine if you’re feeling wild”
“You know me baby, I’m always wild!” he responds, doing a weird voice that you rolled your eyes at, but deep down you loved it.
“I think the term feral suits you better” you quip, pulling him in for an embrace.
He rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing deeply. You know how stressed and anxious he has been these past few weeks leading up to the show, and it made you so happy to see him finally relaxing. Silently your bodies part ways and he makes his way over to your extensive vinyl collection in the living room. He’s flipping through records when you run up to your bedroom and come back down the stairs, hands hiding behind your back.
“Hey Frodo, I have a little surprise for you”
“Oh boy what could it be, a sacred ring or some shit?” he says without looking up, putting a Fleet Foxes record on the turntable.
“Sorry for calling you a hobbit, I just wanted to make sure I got your attention.” you say as he finally makes his way over to you.
From behind your back you pull out a single joint and a lighter, one you had hand decorated with little stars and a moon. On it you had written in gold Sharpie “You are my sun”.
“Babe this is so amazing!” he says while taking the lighter in his hand and flipping it around. Josh was always keeping your sketches and random doodles that you thought nothing of, so you thought you’d put them on something he’d get use out of.
“I’m sorry I know it’s small, I just wanted to give you a little something to say congrats.”
“Are you kidding mama?! I love it, you didn’t have to do anything!” he assures you before pulling you in for a kiss.
“I will definitely be putting this to good use, but I think we should break it in now” he says before pulling you over to the couch and putting the joint between his lips.
He passes it to you and you inhale deeply, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs. This was an activity you and Josh liked to partake in when you had a stressful day, or when you were going on an adventure, or anytime really. Not that either of you weren’t already very laid back and silly.
After a few minutes of the two of you passing the joint back and forth it was gone, and you ashed it out in the tray on the coffee table, setting the lighter to rest beside it.
“God that was a really great present actually, I just wish there was a way I could repay you” Josh says turning to face you.
“It’s a gift, you don’t need to repay me!” you tell him, starting to feel the effects of the weed.
“But you see I’m just a giving person, and what I’d like to give to you right now is a mind blowing orgasm” Josh says, and you can’t help but burst out laughing. You cover your face with your hands before facing him and saying “Kiszka you are such a dork, you’re lucky I find you so attractive!”
Both of you are grinning as your lips collide and after a minute of making out you pull back.
“After some deep consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that that is an offer i just can’t refuse”
“Oh my love you are in for a treat!” he tells you before pulling you onto his lap.
Your hips start to move against his involuntarily, and you can feel him growing harder beneath his shorts. You tug at the hem of his white shirt and he lifts his arms up so you can pull it off him. Once again you break the kiss to move down on to your knees, ready to tease him with your mouth.
“Oh no princess, none of that tonight. All I really want to do is taste you so you better get your ass on this couch” he says with a small laugh.
You giggle as you get back on the sofa, barely able to contain your excitement. He unbuttons your pants and awkwardly yanks them off, causing you both to laugh. Quickly, his face becomes more serious as he concentrates on running his fingers up and down on the inside of your thighs, lightly ghosting around where you need him most.
“Joshua please” you whimper as you throw your head back, becoming more and more frustrated by his teasing.
“Sorry baby, I was just admiring how wet you already are. Was it from me?”
“Mhmm” you moan in response, tilting your head back down to make eye contact with him.
“Well I suppose I could treat you, since you’ve been such a good girl” he smirks before pulling your panties to the side, running his middle finger up and down your slit.
His teeth bite at his bottom lip as he darts his eyes from your wet center and back up to your eyes. You’re unable to take your eyes off of him, the sight of him alone is enough to make you come.
Slowly, he pushes his middle finger in, down to the last knuckle, letting it sit there a moment before he starts to pump it in and out of you at a lazy pace. Your walls contract around him as your eyes start to tear up, desperate for more.
“Josh more please” you plead with him. Instantly he attaches his lips to your clit, the motion all too familiar to him, the hairs above his lip and on his chin adding extra sensation. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as his finger speeds up it’s pace. You can feel the heat start to pool in your stomach as he continues his actions. He adds a second finger, taking a moment to pull his mouth away and use his free hand to pull your panties to the side more. He dives back in, more concentrated than ever, fingers curling up to hit the delicate spot inside of you. You can see him rutting against the couch and it’s enough to make you throw your head back and let out a loud and rather pornographic moan.
“I think I’m gonna-” you start to say as the fire in your belly builds.
“It’s okay baby, you can do it, cum for me” he says, flashing his gorgeous smile quickly before returning his lips to your clit, moaning around it, sending delicious vibrations through your body. Your fingers lace through his curls as his fingers pump at an insane speed, sending you over the edge.
Your body shakes as stars form behind your closed eyelids, every part of you basked in complete euphoria, oblivious to everything around you. After a minute you open your eyes as you whimper at the feeling of Josh dragging his fingers out of you, but the feeling of his breath still hot against your clit.
You look down to see Josh with his eyes closed, partially hunched over as his hands rest on his knees, your juices gleaming on his tan skin.
“Wow, I owe you one, that was fucking amazing” you sigh.
“I’d love that, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check, seems my problem took care of itself” he says, cheeks turning red.
You look down to see a dark spot on his green shorts, realizing that he was experiencing just as much pleasure from pleasuring you.
“Joshua Michael Kiszka, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” you say before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of you lingering on his lips. The thought of him getting off from eating you out alone drove you wild, he really fucking loves you.
“God I’ve never been more tired and content in my life” he says as his arms find their way around you, head burying into your neck.
“Well my prince, why don’t you go upstairs and get in bed while I get you a glass of water and a snack”
“Oh my god, how did I get this lucky?” he says
“I ask myself the same thing everyday” you say before giving him one last kiss.
Warnings: smut! glorious smut! but for real, penetrative sex, some light fingering, praise kink if you squint, anyway…
Word count: idk, long?
Summary: you finally let the incredibly annoying boy next door take you out and yeah, maybe it was totally worth it.
A/N: Hiiiii! this is some fluff in the beginning and ends smutty, please enjoy! or don’t, i dont rlly care. Imma keep writing anyway.
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A summer at the beach was exactly what you needed.
You could lay out in the sun for hours and get a tan, you could finally start reading real books again, you could eat boardwalk pizza for every meal. College was stressful and grad school applications were even more so. A summer off just lounging like a fat house cat was perfect. You were even okay with spending the summer with your parents and your younger sister and her friend. Nothing was going to ruin this slice of paradise for you.
Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, m-dom/f-sub, voyeurism, edging, oral (f-recieving), over stimulation, dacryphilia, m-masturbation, spit, hairpulling, spanking,slight degradation (???),spit (are we surprised?)
Word Count | 3k words
Authors Note | So I found this idea through @alliebooponthis post and knew I HAD to write it… I’m literally the biggest whore for dom!jake and just the idea of this has me weak in the knees. Full warning that the fic takes a whole ass 180 halfway through because I don’t know how to stay consistent.
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“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” You clutch the sheets and grind your hips down onto Jake’s mouth, his tongue laid out flat for you to work against. Keeping your eyes on him, let alone open is a difficult task but you obey nonetheless, watching from your seated position on the bed as he’s knelt with his face pressed between your thighs.
“More, Jake, please.” Your hips are pushing against him harder now, moving with the sole purpose of reaching the orgasm you’ve been chasing for the past forty minutes.
He acknowledges your request with a simple nod and brings his fingers to trace over your entrance, preparing to push into you. He teases you, only dipping in down to his first knuckle before pulling out and repeating that movement over and over again. The warmth in your stomach is almost growing overwhelming now, the need to find your release becoming so pertinent that when Jake pulls away you want to scream.
“Please, please don’t stop.” You reach to pull him closer by his hair “Please Jake, I’m so close, let me cum, I need it.”
Your babbling doesn’t phase him, he still rises from his knees to sit on the bed with you. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he slips down his pants and pulls out his dick. You give a frustrated huff and slide your hand between your legs but Jake swats it away.
“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re gonna sit there like a good girl and watch me get myself off. If you touch yourself I’ll edge you for the rest of the night.”
He’s done this a few times before, made you watch him just to wind you up even more but he’d never gone so far as to already have denied you multiple orgasms before teasing you like this. You bow your head and give a small nod which prompts him to start moving. Before he even touches himself he leans over and lets a small trail of spit drop from his mouth and onto the head of his dick. The movement was so sensual, so intimate, probably just an afterthought or something he’s does unconsciously when he’s all alone. Your body is trembling just watching him as he starts to pump himself, his head is already tipped back and his plump lips are glossy from spit, mouth open in an o shape.
The soft groans that leave his lips make you ache and you wish you could relieve the building need between your legs but you know you can’t disobey him. He starts to buck up into his hand letting out soft breaths on each offbeat. You’re growing wetter by the second as you watch him writher under his own touch. Jake starts to work against himself faster and harder, chasing his release with a growing fervor.
“Does that feel good Jakey?” You hum, shifting your hips in hopes of relieving some pressure.
He responds with a grunt and thrusts harder against his hand. At some point his hair has fallen into his face and it practically sets your body on fire with how disheveled he looks. Without thinking your hand snakes down your stomach, hoping that you can appease the ache in your core with just a few circles of your fingers.
You gasp, realizing that you just blatantly disobeyed Jake’s only command and when his eyes meet yours and your hand is still drawing circles on your clit your chest fills with anxiety.
“Jake, I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Please keep going, I’ll be good, I didn’t mean it.” Your heart is racing so fast you can feel beating against your ribcage. Jake is just sitting silently, his hand having stopped moving. His expression reads as bored which spurs you on more. “Jakey, baby, I’m sorry please, It was an accident, I wasn’t thinking. I–”
“–Are you done?” He runs a finger over his bottom lip distractedly.
Huffing out an incredulous sigh you stare at him, completely wide eyed. “I just–”
“I don’t care. Are you finished?”
“I- uh.” You sputter, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. “Yes. I’m done, sorry.”
“You remember the light system, if you need me to stop, under any circumstances you say red. What colour are you?”
“Green.” You breathe, looking into your lap to keep from meeting his eyes.
Almost as soon as the words pass your lips Jake is pouncing on you, forcing both of your wrists to the bed on either side of you head. He attacks your lips feverishly and grinds his cock against your bare cunt. A moan drags from your throat but it’s quickly stifled when Jake shoves his fingers into your mouth.
“No more noise from you.” He growls, then leans into your ear “Use the taps if you need to, okay? One, two, three.” He demonstrates by tapping your wrist with the hand that’s circling it. You nod frantically, begging him to continue with whatever he has planned for you. “Are you going to be quiet?” He slips his fingers out of your mouth and wipes the spit onto your lips as some sort of belittling gesture.
“I swear.” You mutter but as soon as the words pass your lips you regret it, knowing that you already disobeyed the rules he’s set out for you.
“You are not very good at following rules tonight.” He chides, tapping his index finger over your bottom lip. Jake shifts so he can hold both of your hands above your head with one of his own and then he wraps his other around your throat, gripping it harshly and pulling you up so your lips are inches apart “I am going to fucking ruin you.” He spits the words at you venomously and it makes your heart race. “Turn around, ass up.”
When he relinquishes his grip on your wrists you scramble onto all fours, presenting yourself to him with your back arched. The fact that he hasn’t properly touched you yet makes your skin crawl, especially from such a vulnerable position, also coupled with the fact that you can’t see him. The bed dips under his weight behind you and you breathe a sigh of relief, now that you know where he is your anxiety eases slightly.
In one quick movement, one that you barely register, Jake’s hand sinks into your hair and pulls you against him so your back is flush with his chest. I groan falls past your lips at the sensation, sparks of pain shooting through your nerves that soon give way to a not-so-new feeling of pleasure. His body is now bare and you can feel how hot his skin is against yours. To hold you against him better he uses his other hand to grasp your throat, pining you against him but not restricting airflow. The hand in your hair releases it’s hold but you still keep your head tipped back onto his shoulder, not that you really have a choice from how he’s holding your neck.
You can practically feel your arousal slipping down your thighs and in a lame attempt to gain some relief you push your hips back against him, his cock slipping along the curve of your ass.
Jake tsks you at you “Cut that out.”
You have to stop yourself from whining, not sure if you can handle any more punishment tacked onto whatever he has planned for you. You expect him to tease you a little bit more so when he pushes into you a startled moan is knocked loose from your lungs. Jake doesn’t comment on the noise with words, only puts a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck with the pads of his fingers. Within just a few thrusts you can already start to feel yourself creeping towards the edge of release, having already been denied a few orgasms already. Jake bucks up into you harshly, holding you against him with an immovable grip on your neck and a frim hand on your stomach.
“Are you close already?” He whispers, goosebumps rising in his wake where he spoke against your neck.
You mumble out an unintelligible word of affirmation rocking your hips into his. Snaking a hand behind you, you thread your fingers into his hair and pull, keeping him tight against you. Your knees are screaming from holding your weight and you can imagine Jake feels the same. Almost as though he read your thoughts he pushes you down onto all fours again, twirling your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he has something to hold on to while his other hand sits loosely on your hip.
“Don’t you fucking cum, not until I tell you to.”
A string of gasps stutters out of you as he pushes into you to a hilt, rolling his hips before retreating and slamming in again. Your entire body is shaking and you’re getting impossibly close to coming undone. Without a real thought to it you draw your hand to trace circles over your clit but in response to your actions Jake brings his hand down against your ass, letting go of your hair. Your body jolts forwards and a cry tears through your throat, melting into a moan when he soothes his hand over the spot he hit.
“You liked that didn’t you? My dirty girl.”
His words go straight to you cunt, the building of your orgasm becoming so unbearable that you couldn’t possibly hold it for any longer.
“Jake, please–” You huff out a breathy moan when his thrusts become sharper, falling forward so your chest is against the mattress you grip the sheets to the point that you’re knuckles turn white. “–I’m so close, please let me cum, please.” The last word is strained, your throat going dry as your eyes well with tears.
Once again fisting your hair he pulls you up so you’re on all fours again, back arching, and eyes squeezed shut. “No. Get on your knees.” He pulls out of you without another word and jerks himself harshly against your lips once you’ve pulled yourself to kneel in front of him. “Open up baby.”
Laying your tongue out for him you place your hands in your lap and wait patiently as he continues to stroke his cock. Jake’s entire body is shuddering, his breathing becoming erratic and with a few more thrusts into his hand he cums all over your tongue. You swallow it down almost greedily, licking a stripe up his dick from base to tip as if to thank him.
“You look so pretty like that.” He caresses the side of your face and presses his thumb against your lips.
You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, allowing him to slide his thumb over your tongue. Closing your lips you run your tongue along the digit and bob your head to imitate a far more obscene act. The throbbing between your legs blazes anew when he rescinds his thumb from your mouth and beckons you further up towards his face by gripping your chin.
“Keep your mouth open.”
Once again you lay out your tongue for him, presenting your open mouth by tipping your head back. A shiver runs harshly down your spine when his hold on you tightens and he bends over so his mouth is above yours. You wait with bated breath until finally he gives you a smirk and spits into your mouth. You’ve tried this once before and the fluttering in your cunt goes to show how much you enjoy it.
You have to work up the courage to speak, to voice your needs. There’s a possibility that he will continue to deny you your release but you hold fast and stay hopeful. “I need you to touch me, please.”
“And what makes you think you can make such a request?”
Frustration blooms in your chest and mixes with the ache between your thighs. “I’ve been good! I’ll be good, just please–” You hang your head but then peer at him once again through your lashes “–Please Jake.”
You can see his resolve cracking, his eyes softening at your pleas. An empathetic tilt of his lips tells you that he’s decided to let you off the hook… or so you think.
“Where you do you want me baby?”
You lay on your back and spread your legs for him, your dripping cunt on display. “Here, Jakey, touch me here.” Gently circling his wrist, you drag his hand between your legs.
“You want me to touch your pretty pussy baby, you want me to finally make you cum?”
You want to believe that he will, that he’ll let you off easy and give in to your requests. Arching your back you tip your head further into the bed and push yourself into his face.
“So eager–” Jake runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick and bringing it too his lips. “–So sweet.”
Your body goes into overdrive, the feeling of his hands on you makes you think you cum from that simple bit of contact. “Please– Jake please, I need you.”
He hums, low and sultry, skating his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. “Look at you, you’re trembling, do you want me that bad baby?”
You whine and arch into his touch when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit. The pressure isn’t nearly enough so you grind your hips down onto him but he pulls back. “No, please don’t stop.” You reach frantically for his hands, pulling him back to you.
“But you sound so pretty begging for me.” The look on his face is pure sin as he regards you from his kneeling position. Huffing out a sigh he lifts his hands in surrender “Fine but only because you look so fucking perfect looking at me like that.”
You hold your breath as you watch him get down onto his stomach and lower his mouth to curl his tongue against your clit. A sigh falls past your lips as he starts to work against you. He doesn’t wait to push two fingers inside of you, clearly he has a set goal in mind. It barely takes anything for you to start pumping your hips against his hand, your fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer.
“Fuck– I’m–” Your words are cut short when Jake’s fingers brush over your g spot which sends your reeling, now teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Jake–”
Your chest is heaving and you’re grinding yourself down against his tongue as hard as you can, chasing your release feverishly. You can feel him smirk against you and it should have registered as a warning sign but your lust-clouded brain didn’t fully process it until Jake started to pull away, right when your thighs begin to shake.
“Fuck! Jake no–” Tears are welling in your eyes now, your throat tightening. “Please, please, Jake, I’ll be so good–” You sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing at his throat and jawline, hoping to get a reaction. “Please Jake, let me cum, please.”
“Shhh baby, shhh.” Jake wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. His hair tickles your neck as he leans into your ear, his voice dropping to a husky tone “Just know, if you disobey me again, it’s going to be a whole lot worse than this.”
“I’m sorry, Jakey. I swear it won’t happen again.”
“Good.”
Jake shifts beneath you, lifting you up by your hips until he has enough room to drag his dick up to your entrance and let you sink down on him.
“Go on baby, fuck yourself on me, get yourself off.”
You don’t even register his words, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you but this time on your own terms. He doesn’t move beneath you, giving you full control. Jake’s hands are on your hips, fingertips digging into you hard enough to bruise.
“You feel so good–” A gasp steals your breath when Jake presses his fingers to your clit and starts to rub tight, slow circles against it. “Faster, please, Jake.”
He obliges, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as quickly as he can while keeping in time with the way you’re riding him. You dig your nails into his back and fight the urge to bite down on his shoulder, your orgasm fast approaching.
“I can feel you squeezing around me, are you close baby?”
“So close– Fuck– Can I cum, Jakey? Please?” Your words are slurred and whiny, spoken into the tan flesh of his clavicle.
“Go ahead, cum for me.”
Throwing your head back and rutting against him as fast and hard as you possibly can your orgasm finally washes over you. Your entire body feels like its flooded with warmth and then cold sparks of pleasure creep up your spine. Your eyes are squeezed shut and a moan is tearing through your chest. With the way your clenching around Jake you know he’s not gonna last much longer. Finally he starts to move inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm while trying to reach his own. With a few more quick juts of his hips Jake releasing deep inside of you reaching a standstill once you’ve both come down.
Wordlessly Jake lifts you off of him and lays you down before standing and scooping you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet while he runs the bath. Your bones feel like Jello and your head is heavy. Instead of giving you toilet paper to clean yourself up he get you to move to the edge of the toilet so he can clean up your thighs.
Once the bath is full and you’re situated against his chest, his legs framing your own you close your eyes and lay your head back on his shoulder. “I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
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.”
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.
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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.
