Request:“hc if the boys took care of you while you were sick?”
A/N:heyyy I brought this request that was here in the drafts for you to have some content and to apologize for being slow to post and for the delay to post some requests !! I will try to bring more things as soon as possible !!! I hope you like it and again my apologies <3
Josh sets off several alarms to make sure that he is giving you your medicine on time.
Every five minutes he asks if you are okay.
He would be at your bedside for as long as possible and practically bring the whole kitchen into the bedroom.
So that you wouldn’t be anxious, he would hug you and sing softly in your ear.
“Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?” You smile lying on his chest. “I’m already getting better, baby.” Josh sighs softly and runs his fingers through your hair. “Are you sure?” He asks 10 seconds later. “Josh!”
Jake
Jake hates to see you sick but definitely loves to take care of you.
He would cook your favorite meals.
The two of you would spend hours lying on the couch reading books and playing with each other’s hair.
Any effort you made, Jake would complain and say that you needed rest.
You would have to beg Jake to stop kissing you so much or he would end up getting sick too.
“JAKE! You slap him on the back as Jake walks up the stairs with your body thrown over his shoulder. "You can’t try that hard” He tries to be serious and thankful that you can’t see his smile right now. “I just have the flu, you idiot!”
Sam
It’s funny to see Sam trying so hard to take care of you. You never got sick but unfortunately you had a bee allergy and when you got stung by one, Sam was about to freak out.
He would call your mother in desperation asking her to teach him what to do, while your mother just laughed and said that it was just a matter of taking some medicine and rubbing it on.
You had to spend 10 minutes convincing Sam not to take you to the hospital.
When he finally got quiet, you would watch lots of romantic comedies while eating all the candy you could.
Sam would pull you to lie on his chest and stroke your hair when you went to sleep.
“Sam what are you doing?” You were almost asleep when you felt Sam run his finger across the front of your nose. "Seeing if you were breathing" He replied as if it was obvious, “Baby, it’s just a rash, I’m not going to die” I look at him laughing
Danny
Danny would feel guilty, since he convinced you to go out in the rain the day before.
And when you start coughing, he is ready to do whatever you need it.
He would lay his head on your lap so that you can touch his hair, because he knows it calms you down.
Danny tells you he is going to the pharmacy, but he actually comes back with several gifts for you.
You would spend the evening watching golf games and seeing Danny so excited when talking about the game would cheer you up almost instantly
"I am forbidden to call you to go in the rain and you are forbidden to accept” Danny speaks during the break, I smile at him and kiss him quickly.
It had been one year since I had been back to frankemuth and it seemed like a great idea to go back to my hometown for a weekend with my old group of friends.
But now sitting in a bar surrounded by -now strange- people and having to see your ex-boyfriend? No, we never dated. Your ex-friend? No, we were much more than that, and I think we were never really friends.
Whatever, no matter what he has been, seeing him kissing another girl is weird and definitely makes going back to frankemuth seem like a bad idea.
“You guys should work this out” Josh’s voice gets louder as he approaches me.
I turn to him, probably the only person who isn’t annoying me in this environment.
“Work out what? And with whom?” I bring my beer bottle up to my mouth.
“All this sexual tension between you and Jake” He arches an eyebrow at me.
I force a laugh and look at him. “Josh I know I am your dream sister-in-law, but Jake and I were just a couple of high school kisses”
Josh looks at me like he doesn’t believe a word I said.
When a girl who was from our class walks by us almost swallowing Josh with her gaze and he reciprocates, I look at him and laugh.
“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, I’ll be right back!” I get up from the bar and walk to the exit.
I look over my shoulder and see the girl approaching and sitting where I was. What was her name again? Bianca? Brianna? Or was it just Anna? Maybe it was Hanna. Well, I definitely don’t remember.
I hug my body as I step out onto the empty street and the cold air comes in contact with my skin.
I reach for the lighter and light a cigarette that is between my lips.
I choke when I notice a presence behind me.
“Do you have a lighter?”
I turn around already knowing who is there and hold out the lighter in Jake’s direction.
“Thank you”
I nod in response and he hands me back the lighter.
And then we remain in an uncomfortable silence until Jake decides to speak.
“Cool shirt” I laugh weakly at the terrible way to start the conversation and look at my old The Who shirt. And I keep laughing since Jake has seen this one hundreds of times.
“Thanks” I look at him, really. For the first time in the evening.
His hair is almost an inch below his shoulder. Bigger than it was when I last saw him.
I let out a puff of smoke and wish I had held my mouth when I speak. “Your girlfriend won’t like you smoking with another girl.”
Jake looks at me and I think I can see a half smile on his lips.
When I see the shit I’ve done. “I mean, I would! No no no, I mean that, oh fuck”
Jake laughs and takes his cigarette and I doubt it’s just nicotine what’s in there.
“She knows I’m smoking, she doesn’t know I’m smoking with a girl” Another drag. “I don’t think she would mind, or whatever, maybe she would.”
I focus my attention on the cigarette.
“Sorry” I say. “You know, for not answering you.
And why the fuck am I talking so much? I swear, I’ll never drink again.
When I moved to Florida for college and Jake moved to Nashville to pursue music, the only contact we had was the messages Jake sent me for a whole week, messages I never answered.
"All right, it would have been nice if you would have responded but.” He stops to bring the cigarette to his lips again. “But I guess I got over my broken heart.”
I give an anasalated laugh. “Do you have one?” I ask arching an eyebrow.
Jake laughs and focuses his gaze on me. “You know I do.”
I look away before Jake can see me blush.
I hold the cigarette between my lips and hug my body again in a failed attempt to ward off the cold.
I hear a movement coming from Jake but don’t turn to look at him.
I feel his hands on my shoulder which is now covered by his leather jacket.
I look at him and try to take his jacket off, but Jake tightens his hands on my shoulder.
“When you come in you give it back to me”
He pulls away but still keeps watch watching to see if I will take it or not.
I put some of my pride aside and embrace my survival instinct and accept the jacket, just so I don’t freeze to death. Just for that.
Jake tilts his head looking at me. “You’re still stubborn” He smiles.
“Some things never change” I speak, not realizing how well that fit for us.
Jake sighs and shakes his head.
Before being silent with Jake was comfortable and even kind of cozy. Because we both always knew what the other was thinking or wanted to say, so we didn’t have to say anything.
Now, it is uncomfortable and even a little scary to be silent with each other, for the same reason.
Even more frightening when Jake decides to break it. He throws the rest of his cigarette into a trash can behind him and comes over to me.
“Y/N, you know you just say anything and I’ll end it.”
“It? Jake, this is your fucking relationship.” I speak turning to him.
I throw the rest of my cigarette on the floor but sigh and reach down to pick it up. It’s not the environment’s fault, right?
When I stand again, Jake is closer and it is possible for our breaths to mingle now.
My whole body freezes as Jake comes closer.
But he just closes his eyes and rests his chin on my head as he slips one of his arms around my shoulder.
After a few seconds, I wrap both arms around his waist, and his hand begins to run through my hair.
And here we are, in a silly hug and acting like two idiots.
“We are chickens,” I whisper with my face in his chest.
The caresses in my hair stop for a few seconds until they return as Jake asks. “Chickens?”
“Yeah” I whisper, and lift my face a little to look at him. “Like, they’re birds, they have wings and everything, but you know.”
I smile sadly at Jake and continue talking. “They don’t fly.”
Jake looks confused at first and I make a mental note written, “NEVER DRINK ANY MORE AND NO MORE METAFORMS WITH ANIMALS.”
He smiles at me and puts a lock of hair behind my ear. “Yes, we are like chickens.”
We laugh together and I look into the bar as a Metallica song starts playing.
“We should get back” I speak and Jake seems reluctant to let go of me.
I walk past him to throw the rest of the cigarette in the trash and take off his jacket.
“Thanks” I hold out the jacket to him and Jake holds it up and heads towards the door.
I look over to where Josh and the girl I can’t remember the name of are standing together with some other acquaintances.
“See you around Jake” I walk into the bar.
“Bye, chicken” He winks at me still on the side if fuck and I have to hold myself back from laughing.
And then we say goodbye once again, not really knowing why we are doing this.
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A/N: ok i definitely owe y’all an apology lol i didn’t post for a long time !! Sorry !! I intend to post at least 1 or 2 content a week again! I already have another one ready to post on friday! I hope you like this one and again sorryyyyyy for the delay
“We want to thank all the peaceful army, for always supporting us and remember that the whole world deserves peace, love and unity!” Josh could feel his hand sweating as he held the gramophone while trying to convince himself that he was nervous about winning his first grammy and not because a certain drummer’s gaze was on him.
He could only hear a few things Sam said after he stepped away from the microphone. Josh was too busy looking at the brown haired girl with some tattoos all over her arm who was sitting in the first row.
He felt as if he could spend the whole night looking at her and might stay if Jake didn’t nudge him gently to let him know that it was time for them to get off the stage. Josh thought he saw the girl giggle shyly and turn to one of her band mates, who whispered something in her ear.
Even when they were surrounded by journalists and people from the band’s staff, he still couldn’t get her out of his thoughts for more than a few seconds.
But he did his best to cover it up and assume his responsibility as frontman.
“Guys, that’s crazy! Congratulations.” The voice of Noah, lead singer of a hard rock band from England and the boys’ label mate, was the first thing the four boys heard when they entered the break room reserved for the artists.
“I still think I’m going to pee myself at some point.” Sam said as he threw himself down on one of the couches. Danny did the same thing on the couch opposite Sam’s.
“It still hasn’t sunk in that we won.” Jake said as he reached over to the small fridge to grab some beer.
“Do you guys remember last year that Blake almost passed out?” Noah asked pointing to the bass player in his band, making everyone laugh as they remembered when the British band won the award last year.
“Didn’t even remember that shit!” Blake replied as he reached out to grab a bottle of beer that Jake had offered him.
The 9 boys spent the next few minutes drinking and listening to Sam and Blake complain about all the pop artists at the awards show.
“Shut up, Blake. Adele is a genius.” Josh lightly shoved his friend’s shoulder, who had just called Adele boring.
“She definitely is!” Everyone turned toward the door as Nina entered the room.
The lead singer and guitarist of the classic rock band smiled in the direction of Noah, her boyfriend, and sat down next to him.
Blake and Nas, the guitarist, started making disgusting sounds and teasing the couple. Josh even forgot to laugh at his friends’ joke as he watched Y/N enter the room, right behind Ashley, the bass player in her band.
The two girls sat in the only empty seat in the room while they gave out “hellos” and “congratulations” to everyone in the room.The only empty seat was the black leather couch facing where Josh, Jake and Blake were sitting.
“Who said Adele wasn’t a genius? So I can plan this person’s murder.” Ashley asked and when everyone pointed their finger at Blake he laughed nervously as he tried to disguise it by saying that’s not what he said.
Noah and Nina were still being teased by the rest of the group of friends and Ashley was fighting with Blake, who at this very moment was asking Jake for help explaining the situation, but the long haired guitarist just laughed and looked at Ashley as if she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Josh smiles at the thought, not that she wasn’t beautiful, she was, all 3 of them were. But none made him as nervous as the tattooed girl in front of him.
“Hey, can you get that for me please?” Josh turned to Y/N just to make sure she was really talking to him. She smiled shyly at him and pointed to several bottles of water on the counter behind him.
Josh looked away from her and turned to pick up one of the bottles, he smiled as he handed the bottle to her.
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.” Josh replied and prayed that no one had seen that they looked at each other longer than necessary.
When Y/N broke eye contact, Josh turned to his twin and noticed that both Jake and the others were getting up, he did the same without knowing why they were doing it.
“So we’ll meet you guys there, okay?” Noah said to Jake and then Josh found out that they were talking about the after party and that it was probably about time for them to go.
Josh didn’t realize that Sam and Danny had gone in the van along with another the band until Jake yelled “Fucking traitors!” at them as the two younger guys laughed, Josh was always the more outgoing and shameless twin but it was Jake who turned to Y/N and Ashley and asked if they wanted to go along since as well as half their band, their lead singer had also gone with the Brits.
“Sure!” Ashley replied and soon already started chatting with Jake as we all headed toward the parking lot.
Y/N smiled and shook his head in a silent yes.
Josh never thought that all those tattoos and rock n roll attitude hid a shy personality. This thought made him bring his gaze to his arms, noticing one tattoo in particular, near his elbow, two drumsticks with a K.M. underneath.
“Keith Moon?” he asked, Y/N followed Josh’s gaze and looked down at his own arm.
Then he turned to him and smiled, “The one and only!”
“He’s amazing! When I was learning drums, I think I listened to The Who records 24 hours a day.”
“You play drums?” Y/N looked at him surprised.
“Hm, a little, but not as well as him!” Josh laughed. “Definitely not as well as you!”
Y/N smiled and looked away a little as her cheeks flushed. “Thank you”
When all 4 were already inside the van going to one of the dozens of after parties that were called, Josh plugged his cell phone into the van’s radio, after a few seconds “The Who Sings My Generation” started playing, he smiles at Y/N, the girl reciprocates and starts laughing at Ashley and Jake who started singing (shouting) “Out in the street”
Josh felt her wriggle uncomfortably in the seat, until Y/N walked over and spoke close to his ear. “Congratulations for the award, I love that album of yours.” She increased the distance between them quickly, embarrassed.
“Oh, thank you! I was listening to your album on the way over here.” Josh smiled and moved closer to her as he spoke, this made Y/N feel comfortable to come closer to him and start another conversation that was interrupted only to laugh at Jake and Ashley.
When the van stopped in front of the Hotel, where the party was taking place, Jake helped Ashley down from the van and the two of them didn’t even realize that Josh and Y/N had fallen behind.
“You know, hm would it be really weird if I asked you out? It doesn’t have to be a date you know” Josh moved his hands nervously as he spoke “You know, just a dinner among friends maybe?”
Y/N laughed and even though his cheeks were flushed. “I would love to go on a date with you Josh.”
Josh got down from the van and held Y/N’s hand so she wouldn’t get off balance. They didn’t let go of their hands as they walked into the hotel.
Request: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”
A/N: ok i definitely have to start apologizing for the delay!!!! and also saying that this is not the final part because I thought it best to share it because maybe it would be boring to read everything together hahaha. and I SWEAR I’ll try to post the last part (and all other requests lol) as soon as possible!! hope you guys like it
“And you know that usually people knock on the door before they come in, right?” Jake looks at Sam, who responds with a grimace.
“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He laughs. “But could the couple in love give me the privacy to take a shower, since someone spilled ice cream on me?” He looks at Poppy pretending to be annoyed but she just gives him a smile.
My mind is a mess after what Sam said, first: couple in love? second: him and poppy? and third: wow it’s probably going to be hard to get the huge ice cream stain off Sam’s shirt.
I don’t realize that Jake has gotten up from the couch until he holds out his hand for me to do the same.
I put my hand in his and stand up and feel the effect of the whiskey as the bus turns a little, Jake holds my hand tighter and laughs weakly.
“Bye bye babies!” Sam waves to us as we get off the bus and just when I think Poppy is going to do the same as us, she closes the bus door staying inside.
Jake turns to me to say something but before he can start, I interrupt him for fear that he might want to talk about what just happened.
“It’s 30 minutes until the show, we should go, right?” I don’t give Jake time to answer, I pull him towards the festival and realize that we are still holding hands.
I hear Jake laugh behind me and he walks to my side, without letting go of my hand.
When we get to the stage, everyone is already there except Sam and Poppy, obviously.
When Josh and Luke turn to greet us I let go of Jake’s hand and he looks embarrassed and shoves his hand in his pants pocket but I’m not sure and don’t even turn to him as I walk over to my friends wishing no one had noticed anything.
I stand between Ana and Jet while Jake stands next to Danny and Lexa, and I mentally curse myself for not being able to take my eyes off him.
Adam and Josh start handing out cans of beer to everyone, when Josh comes over to me and Ana, I dismiss the beer with a hand gesture and then he hands the can to Ana and I swear I could see them exchanging smiles at this point.
Institutionally I turn my head toward Jake to see if he’s looking at them too, but when I turn around, he’s looking at me.
He smiles at me and without a second thought I smile too.
I don’t know how many minutes go by when we see the band take the stage. The whole festival goes crazy at this point.
And for the first time since Jake and I kissed a few minutes ago, I can think about things other than him.
After about 20 minutes I get tired of dismissing the drinks that Josh and Adam offer me and before I know it I am opening my second can of beer.
I really enjoy that show, especially when I sing Satisfaction along with Lexa and Luke while the others imitate the sounds of the instruments with their mouths.
When the show ends I turn to my friends in disbelief. “They didn’t play Angie? What the fuck?” they all laugh because I’m probably too shocked.
“OK, come on! We have to start packing things for the bonfire.” Lexa starts, she is the most sober of us all. “And I swear I’ll serenade you by singing Angie for you, Y/N!”
Lexa puts her arms around my shoulder and I smile at her.
Ana walks past us and pushes us lightly. “Ew, I’d rather lose my ears than hear Lexa sing, Y/N please spare us this horror show”
Lexa shows her middle finger to Ana, I think that is the meanest thing she can do.
We all start walking towards the buses stopping several times in the middle of the way to take pictures of ourselves posing idiotically with an analog camera that Josh brought.
When we almost get to our bus, Lexa starts telling us what each of us has to do. Because she is Lexa and she is the only one who is good at turning us into organized humans.
“Y/N, can you grab some of our chairs at the back of the bus?”
“Sure!” I head toward the bus to open the back door.
“Ana asked me to come help you” I turn to Jake, who is leaning against the side of the bus.
Of course Ana did it, obvious!
I try not to show any reaction as I smile at him and he moves closer so that he can get more chairs.
Our shoulders touch each other all the time as we get the seats.
For the first time the silence between the two of us was uncomfortable.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks as I lean forward to grab a chair that is at the end of the compartment but my fingers don’t even reach the chair.
“Yeah, it was amazing” Jake makes the same motion as me and manages to grab the chair much faster than I. “Did you enjoy it?” I look at him over my shoulder.
“Yeah” Jake smiles and starts stacking the chairs to make it easier to carry. “I liked everything that happened today”
I feel my cheeks burn and I look away and focus my attention on the last chair inside the bus. Maybe he wasn’t talking about the kiss, right? Maybe it’s the concerts and lunch.
As I pull the last chair out of the bus and start stacking it the same way Jake is doing, I reply. “I liked everything that happened today too”
Summary: Story 2 of the Anniversary Series. Every year on your anniversary, you and Josh try something new….
CW: MINORS DNI! 18+ only please!! Seriously DO NOT INTERACT if you’re under 18!! Mentions of alcohol, partially public fingering (f!receiving), female fingering, oral, F&M receiving, thigh riding, penatrative sex, F!receiving. I think that’s all, please let me know if I missed anything.
Genre: Straight up smut. Also some fluff. But mostly smut.
Pairing: Josh x Female!Reader x Female!Dom
A/N: This is part 2 of the Anniversary series! If you’d like to join the taglist for future iterations, please click here. Thank you to @streamingcolors-gvf&@tripthelightfandomtastic for proofreading & editing.
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.
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.
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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.”
