Ww: Josh Begging To Be Pegged By His Partner For The First Time And Bein Super Shy When Asking For It

Roving Blade

Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, more tags will be added for later chapters

Captain Jacob Kiszka stood at the helm of his ship, The Mirador, the salty breeze tousling his long brown hair as he gazed out over the vast expanse of the shimmering sea. His amber eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened as he watched the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the restless waves.

The crew of the ship, a formidable bunch that Jake personally handpicked to travel with him, moved about with purpose. He gave quick glances to the three most important members of his crew.

There was Daniel Wagner, his best friend and honorary brother. Danny moved with practiced ease as he checked the cannons and gear over once more, his dark, curly hair catching the last rays of sunlight like a halo.

Then there was Samuel Kiszka, the youngest of the Kiszka brothers. His long brown hair trailing behind him in the wind and a smile playing on his lips as he effortlessly climbed up the intricate rigging of the ship to check the sails.

Most important to Jake, there was Josh, Jake's twin and his right-hand man. No one besides Sam and Danny knew much about them. One day, two teenagers just appeared with a ship, their kid brother, and another young boy who they dubbed their honorary brother, wreaking havoc on the seas.

Captain Jake was well known for his conquests, his reputation as a fearless and cunning pirate preceeding him. Tales of his daring escapades and his uncanny ability to outwit even the most formidable foes made their way through the taverns of every port town they passed through.

But amidst the whispers of his legendary exploits, there was a softer side to Jake that few were privy to. It was a deep longing within his soul that even the most precious treasures of the world could not quell.

He had everything he could ever want, except the one thing money couldn't buy.

It was that same longing that brought him to stand alone on the deck most nights while his crew slumbered below.

The night enveloped the ship like a velvet cloak, the only illumination coming from the moon's silvery glow dancing on the restless waves. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, the other keeping him upright as he leaned against the railing, looking out over the dark waters.

Feeling rather melancholic, he softly sang into the vast expanse of the ocean, letting the melody carry his emotions out into the night air, "I dreamed a dream, the other night... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... My love she came, dressed all in white..."

It wasn't often he sang, even when the crew would break into various shanties during the day. He'd let them have their fun, only joining in for a line or two. But when it was just him, the sea, and a bottle of booze, he let himself relax fully.

"I dreamed my love came in my sleep... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep... Lowlands away..."

Far below where Jake stood, something stirred, roused awake by his singing. They swam up from the depths, and a ripple broke the surface of the water as they peeked above with a curious tilt to their head.

Their wide eyes held a mix of wonder and wariness as they regarded the figure of the pirate standing on the deck above. They couldn't help but sing along with Jake, completing the melody.

Their voice was like liquid silver, weaving through the night air with a hypnotic quality. The soft, melodic tones wrapped around Jake like a gentle embrace, harmonizing in a way that felt almost otherworldly.

Jake turned, drawn by a sensation he couldn't quite explain, to see the source of the enchanting hum. He felt almost sleepy as he took a step forward, then another, before climbing up on the railing, desperate to get to the source of the voice.

"Jake!"

Before Jake could tumble over the ledge, he was yanked back on deck by his twin, Josh. The sudden jolt of being pulled back from the edge of the ship brought Jake back to his senses, his heart pounding in his chest as he stumbled backward.

Josh's grip on Jake's arm was firm, his expression a mixture of concern and exasperation. "What the hell are you doing, Jake? Are you trying to take a dive into the ocean in the dead of night?"

Shaken from the trance-like state that the mesmerizing voice had cast upon him, Jake blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to catch up with the abrupt return to reality, "I... I heard something, Josh. A voice, singing. It was... enchanting," he stammered.

Josh arched an eyebrow, casting a wary glance over the empty, dark waters that surrounded the ship. "Enchanting, you say? Are you sure that bottle of whiskey hasn't played tricks on your ears, brother?" His tone was laced with slight amusement, though beneath it lay heavy concern for his twin's well-being.

"I'm telling you, Josh, I know I heard something," Jake repeated. His amber eyes searched the darkness beyond the ship, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the source of the ethereal voice that had captivated him moments ago.

Josh knew Jake to be a man with an open mind, but the notion of a mystical encounter with a creature of legend seemed too fantastical even for Jake's vivid imagination. Yet, the intensity in Jake's gaze concerned Josh.

"Jake, you've been drinking too long. Your mind is playing tricks on you," Josh remarked, "We should get you to bed."

Jake didn't oppose him this time, choosing to let Josh lead him back to his quarters. Despite Josh's attempts to reassure him that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on his senses, Jake couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to that voice that had reached out to him in the night.

He knew something was out there, and he knew he would find it.

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The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the small porthole in Jake's cabin, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets of his bed. As he slowly stirred from his slumber, a dull ache reverberated through his skull. With a groan, he raised a hand to his temple, trying to ease the throbbing sensation.

Blinking his eyes open, Jake's gaze fell upon the scene before him. He was still mostly dressed, the fabric rumpled from a restless night's sleep. A heavy sense of unease settled in his chest as he took in the sight of the empty whiskey bottle lying on its side, its contents drained to the last drop.

With a determined shake of his head, Jake pushed himself up from the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floorboards of his cabin. He pulled his boots back on, lazily fixing his clothes and running his fingers through his hair to untangle any knots.

As he made his way above deck, the salty tang of the sea air greeted him, mingling with the crisp morning breeze that tousled his long brown locks. His crew was already up and about, milling about purposefully as they prepared to get moving once more.

"Captain! How are you this morning?" Josh jogged up to Jake, lowering his voice once he was close enough, "You all good after last night, Jake? Ya had me a bit worried with all your talk of "enchanting voices" calling you out to sea."

"Don't worry, Josh, I'm fine," Jake replied, giving him a reassuring grin.

Josh nodded, though unconvinced. Still, he didn't press the issue further; once they were out of these waters, they'd be far enough away from whatever had caused Jake to nearly go overboard.

The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a brilliant shine over the endless expanse of the sea. The ship cut through the waves with a rhythmic cadence, the creaking of the timbers, and the flapping of sails providing a backdrop to the bustling activity of the crew.

As the day wore on, Jake found himself drawn back to the railing, the memory of the voice from the night before lingering in his mind like a half-remembered dream. He scanned the horizon, his gaze searching for any sign of the mysterious singer who had captivated him.

But the vast ocean offered no clues, no hints as to the identity of the voice that had reached out to him in the darkness. Disheartened yet determined, Jake turned his attention to his duties as a captain, barking orders and overseeing the crew as they worked tirelessly to navigate the ship through the unpredictable waters.

It took them only a day to land in the next port town. It was little more than a speck on the map, and the locals were (rightfully) unsure how much they liked the presence of Jake and his crew. But once Jake provided them with a hefty pouch of coins in return for their stay, they seemed to relax around the visitors.

While the rest of his crew made the most of their short time on land, Jake stayed by the beach, lost in thought. He didn't hear someone approach from behind him until a hand landed upon his shoulder.

Startled at the unexpected touch, Jake jumped, whipping around with his hand on the hilt of his sword. He relaxed once he realized it was only Danny.

"Sorry, Jake, didn't mean to scare 'ya there," Danny chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "I just came to see if you were alright. Josh was tellin' us that you had quite the experience last night."

"I already told him I was fine. Nothin' I can't handle," Jake scoffed, "I just drank a bit too much is all."

The sun hung low on the horizon now, casting a warm golden hue over the sandy shores. Seagulls wheeled overhead, their raucous cries mingling with the distant sounds of the bustling port town.

"I know you, Jake. You don't really think that," Danny's voice cut through the other sounds, matter-of-factly challenging Jake's earlier dismissal.

Jake's amber brown eyes flickered with frustration as he turned to face Danny, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his expression, "No, I don't. I know I heard something out there, and as much as I want to believe it was anything else, a part of me knows what it was."

In all honesty, Jake knew what it was from the moment he was pulled back from nearly jumping overboard.

Sirens, mermaids, water nymphs – the names swirled like a tempest in his thoughts, each one carrying with it a weight of ancient legends and cautionary tales.

He knew the stories, the warnings whispered by seasoned sailors and woven into the very fabric of maritime lore. The enchanting melodies that lured unsuspecting souls to their watery graves, the haunting beauty that masked a deadly intent. The descriptions varied, but the outcome was always the same – a fate sealed by the irresistible call of the sea.

Danny's voice carried a note of urgency, a sailor's instinct honed by years spent navigating treacherous waters, "If we're on the same page, then I reckon we should probably leave these waters sooner rather than later. The longer we stay, the more likely we'll lose someone-"

Jake, his jaw set in a firm line, cut him off before he could finish, "No. I'm not running away with my tail between my legs like a scared mutt."

"But Jake-"

"If you all want to stay ashore, then go ahead. I'll go on my own if I have to."

Realizing he was getting nowhere with this, Danny sighed and stood up, "I'm with you if this is something you need to do, Jake. I trust you." And with that, he turned and headed back up towards the town, presumably to tell the others what Jake had decided.

Call it bravery, call it greed, Jake didn't care. If it really was a creature of myth that tried to call him to the sea, he had to see it for himself.

Upon returning to his crew, Jake said only one thing.

"Lads, it's time to go fishing."

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Jake knew it wouldn't be easy to catch a Siren; as far as he knew, it's never been done. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light dancing on the gentle waves that lapped against the sides of the ship.

The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable energy that crackled in the salty breeze. Jake stood at the helm, his eyes fixed ahead and his heart pounding with excitement. The familiar weight of his sword at his side was a gounding presence, a reminder of the danger he was putting himself and the rest of his crew in.

The crew worked swiftly and silently, their movements guided by the rhythm of the ocean. The sails billowed overhead, and lanterns cast a warm glow on the deck, creating long shadows that danced with the gentle sway of the ship.

As they sailed further into the darkness, the stars above seemed to multiply, sprinkling the sky like scattered diamonds. The night was alive with the symphony of the sea – the creaking of the ship, the soft lapping of the waves, the distant cries of seabirds.

He had told them all his plan to catch this mystical creature earlier in the day.

First, they would head out to the approximate location they had been at the first time Jake heard the singing. Once there, the rest of the crew would turn out the lights and stay silent while Jake lured it out. And finally, if that worked, they had just the thing to capture it.

Months before, Danny and Sam had come to Jake with an idea of theirs - a smaller sized cannon that could launch a net much farther than the crew could throw it. At first, Jake had dismissed the idea as nothing more than a fanciful whim, a contraption that seemed more suited for a circus act than a pirate ship.

But now, he found himself reconsidering their proposal. After employing the help of a blacksmith in town and testing it out many times, their net contraption was ready for use.

When they dropped anchor, the ship rocking gently against the current was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Jake stood at the edge of the deck, rough rope tied securely around his waist, a lifeline in case the plan went awry. Josh had insisted upon everyone being tethered down, unwilling to go through with the plan without it.

The rest of the crew got into position, staying silent and hidden so as not to alert their target of any danger. Sam and Danny waited for the perfect moment to launch the net, while Josh kneeled beside the rope keeping his twin tethered to the ship, just in case anything went wrong.

With everything ready and in place, Jake began to hum a tune, hoping it would draw the siren, or whatever it was, to him once more.

An hour passed with no sign of any response, and Jake began to grow doubtful of his plan working. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, the creaking of the ship as it swayed with the current, and the occasional distant cry of a seabird

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting a ghostly light over the dark waters. Jake stood at the edge of the ship, his heart heavy with uncertainty. His amber brown eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement, any glimmer in the darkness that would signify the presence of the elusive creature he sought.

The crew, hidden in the shadows, watched with bated breath, their anticipation palpable in the still night air. Danny's brow furrowed, his trust in the plan wavering as the minutes passed. Sam shifted from one foot to the other, anxiously tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waited. Josh remained close to the tether, his hands gripping the rope tightly as he kept a vigilant watch over his twin brother.

As the minutes ticked by, doubts crept into Jake's mind. What if there was nothing here? What if this was all a wild goose chase, brought on by wild maritime tales? Had he really been so foolish?

Just as he was about to call it all off, a soft melody began to weave through the stillness of the night.

"My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold... There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold..."

A dim light could be seen just a few meters from the side of the ship, ripples disturbing the water as something poked its head above the waves. And this time, Jake kept his eyes on it.

Even in the dim moonlight, he could see the way the its skin seemed to have an unearthy shimmer to it, like the surface of a pearl. Wide, large eyes stared back at him, and he yearned to get just a little closer to them.

"His hair it hangs in dark waves, his eyes like amber coals... my happiness is with him, wherever he may go..."

Just as Jake leaned closer, half his body over the railing, Josh held the rope tight and shouted, "Now!"

The command pierced through the night like a cannon blast, igniting a flurry of movement on the deck. Sam and Danny sprang into action, their trained muscles working in perfect synchrony as they released the tension on the contraption. The makeshift cannon roared to life, propelling the net with incredible force towards the shimmering figure in the water.

There was no time for them to dive back below the waves. The net soared through the air, a tangled mass of ropes and weights hurtling towards the mysterious creature that had entranced Jake with its haunting melody. The impact was like a thunderclap in the silent night, the net enveloping the creature in a cacophony of splashes and thrashes. The water frothed and churned as the siren fought against its restraints, desperate cries echoing across the dark expanse of the sea.

Jake, his heart pounding in his chest, felt a surge of adrenaline as he regained his awareness. His eyes blazed with determination as he took control of the situation, his voice cutting through the chaos with authority, "Pull, boys! Bring it up on deck!"

It was clear that after only a few minutes, their target was tired out, the thrashing and fighting much weaker than before. With one last pull, they were dragged from the water and up to the deck of the ship.

They were more beautiful than Jake ever expected. Those wide eyes seemed to look through Jake, as if seeing something in him that he could not. The iridescent sheen of their skin was mesmerizing, akin to the lustrous glow of a priceless pearl. The scales adorning their tail shimmered in the moonlight, each scale glinting like a precious stone.

Jake kneeled down, tilting his head to the side as he stared deep into the eyes of something he'd never seen before. It blinked once, and then...

You blinked again, staring into the deep amber eyes of Captain Jacob Kiszka.

Chapter 2:

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Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader Roving Blade Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, minor sexual implica

Sammy Kiszka hear me out and wear these outfits please (especially the skirt)

Make Me Your Master | Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI semi-public sex, oral sex (f. Receiving), Male Sub, Fem. Dom, guided masturbation, dirty talk, graphic descriptions of sex, face sitting, pet names, orgasm denial. JOSH SUB. CHAIN HARNESS. Josh titty sucking :)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: Whew! It's been a while! This was super fun to write! I wanted this dynamic to seem real, and less like a typically overworked sub/dom relationship. I feel like Josh would express his submission most in his worship of his partner, doing whatever he needs to to please them.

Summary: Damn, damn damn his stylists to hell! Who in their right mind would dress Josh in a harness, let alone one made of chains. Hell, they barely dressed him at all. You couldn't take it. You had to do something about it. Now.

You felt like an exaggerated cartoon character staring at him like you were–like if you dared to look for much longer, everyone would see the drool slipping out from between your lips and down your chin. Coming back to your senses, you cleared your throat and straightened your stance, choosing to lean against the nearest wall as the band’s stylists worked on Josh’s newest outfit for their upcoming music video. They pulled on the already-taut chains that contoured his chest and back so beautifully, adjusting them even tighter so that they would sit securely against his skin. From where you stood, you could see the metal pushing into the softness of his chest, creating noticeable divots. The sight shot blood pumping through your lower body. As a result, heat exploded up your neck and into your cheeks. 

“Are you listening?” You heard someone say distantly, but the words didn’t instantly make sense to you. “Y/n. Babe. Hey.” It was Josh who spoke, stepping forward toward you. 

“Sorry, I just zoned out for a second,” you muttered while running your fingers through your hair, trying your best to casually play it off. 

“What do you think?” He asked, pulling his fingers up to his body, touching the chains and crystals that adorned his chest. “This shit is so tight.” He looked up at you waiting for your opinion. Fuck-It’s not tight enough, you thought. But I know how to fix that. “Is it too much?” He asked, turning to look in the closest mirror. Josh, you’re barely dressed, it’s not enough…you wanted to laugh. Your words were unusually sparse. “Yeah I think it’s too much,” he said, but you snapped out of your stupor to grab him back by his wrist. 

“No!” You said way too loudly. The stylists glanced up at you as they packed away their items. “I mean, it looks great on you,” you admitted, pulling him against you by his bare waist. You bit at your lip, grinning at him, hoping to God he’d read the room properly. “Possibly too good,” you added in a sultry tone, your fingers dancing upon the chains and gems that dangled just above his nipples. You let your gaze drop to your fingers, then raised it very slowly again, catching Josh watching your lips, his face relaxing, but his eyebrows raising with interest. He cleared his throat, looking around the room at the stylists and then back at you. Luckily, Danny had walked in before anything else had to be said. 

“Josh,” Danielle said, raising her chin as she addressed him. “We’re gonna work on Danny for a few minutes. We’ll call you to make final adjustments and then you can go home,” she said. “But don’t run too far away.” You silently slid your hand off of his chest and down to his hand, squeezing it firmly while she spoke. He squeezed your hand back in response, turning his chin just slightly to acknowledge that he understood your silent demand.

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, stepping closer to exit, but you took initiative and practically yanked him out of the dressing room, smiling at the stylists while they grinned back at you, knowing exactly what they had done to you. 

“They know,” Josh said as you pulled him into the hallway. 

“I don’t care,” you snipped, reaching up to his chest to loop your fingers craftily through the chains of his harness, pulling him in for a needy and lustful kiss. He reciprocated instantly, his hands resting softly on your hips as you took charge of what you wanted. 

“Not in the hallway,” He said, evading your lips momentarily to look further down the hall, watching as crew members drifted between rooms. You let him lead you to a new room, his fingers pawing at every doorknob, cursing when they were locked. He pulled another and it opened, the first successful attempt for privacy. Your eyes flitted behind you for a final moment before slipping into the room. Four walls enclosed around you, tighter than you had expected. As you flipped on the light, you realized that it was one of the stylist’s offices. 

“Fuck–” you cursed, reading name plaque on the desk. Jennifer Margera. “Well, Mrs. Margera, I’m so sorry.” You mumbled, turning to lock the door before pushing a layer of papers off of the table top. You turned Josh’s body so that he could sit on the edge of the desk. 

“Are you though?” Josh asked, getting comfortable in his assigned spot, a swath of flowy, cream-colored silk cloaked his scantily-clad body. You pulled at the softness of the fabric, using the tips of your fingers to delicately remove it. 

“Not in the slightest,” You admitted while you worked. “Arms up,” You commanded, tapping his bicep. He appeased you, lifting his arms above his head. Your eyes fell to the masculine crop of hair that grew under his arms, arousal growing between your legs. Josh had always turned you on. He could do it without uttering a single word, and the worst part was that he knew it. He could be masculine and dominant at times, telling you exactly what he wanted and showing you how he would get it–but at other times, his uniquely-feminine qualities would appear in the most intimate moments, the gentle curves of his body pairing with the strength of his muscles. The most sexually satisfying moments for you were ones when he would helplessly bend to your will, so desperate for your attention and touch that he’d do whatever he had to do to get it. 

“You like what they put me in, don’t you Mama?” He asked, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward. Normally you’d roll your eyes at his use of the nickname, but in the moment, you took it as a signal of submission. 

“You look incredible,” you said, tossing the material to the floor. Stepping in between his legs, your fingertips grazed slowly down his bare midriff. You lowered your eyes to watch his skin erupt all over with goosebumps. “What is it, Josh?” You asked, adding a sensuous quality to your voice. You lowered yourself slowly into a squat, placing your hands on his thighs. “What’s on your mind, baby?” you asked him. 

“My cock,” he said frankly, grinning. He’s proud of himself. 

“Isn’t that unfortunate,” You said, standing up and backing away. “Guess you’ll have to fix that yourself.”

“Y/n come on,” he said, standing up off of the desk. You charged forward. 

“Don’t you dare.” You took him into your grasp by his chains once again, pulling your face just in front of his, your lips hovering just above his. “You want me to fix it? You do what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?” You asked, looking at him intently. “I said,” You repeated once more, reaching your free hand down to firmly grip his cock. “Do you understand me?” 

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.” He said, his voice strained. 

“Yes, what?” You asked, skillfully using your thumb to rub along what you could feel of his shaft. 

“Y-Yes ma’am,” he said finally. You released your grip once you were satisfied. 

“Sit back down, I want to look at you.” He moved wordlessly to his previous position, sitting on the edge of the desk. “Now…” You said, stepping forward, your eyes skimming over his body. “Let me help move things along.” You reached for the waistband of the flowy white pants they had dressed him in, peeling them from his body, grateful when they slipped off into a pile on the floor. “Now aren’t these pretty,” you said, pulling at his silken underwear. “Pretty little panties,” you added, gleefully watching crimson flush wash upon his neck and into his face. You let them roll down his thighs and off of his legs, dropping them to the floor. 

“Touch yourself for me, baby boy,” you told him. “You look so pretty.” 

“T- touch myself?” He asked, his eyebrows raising. You weren’t so sure why he was suddenly so tentative. Maybe because you were giving him the direct order. 

“Need something to look at, honey?” You asked, offering a syrupy-sweet tone. You pulled at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head, and let it drop to the floor. “Tell me how you’d touch me, Josh. Tell me while you touch yourself.”

You watched as he took his semi-erect cock in his hand, beginning to stroke it slowly. His expression was beginning to relax as he watched you standing in front of him. He pressed his teeth down into his bottom lip for an extended moment before speaking. “I’d take your tits in my hands, and squeeze them, pinching your nipples between my fingers.” 

You took his cue, lifting your hands to remove your bra, dropping it into the heap on the floor. You wouldn’t tell him, but in this unfamiliar room, you felt more exposed than you usually would. It wouldn’t matter though, because the amount of arousal that flooded your system was far more potent than the distant worry that loomed about. You pulled your hands to your breasts, kneading them just as Josh would, pinching your nipples firmly between the knuckles of your fingers, letting him watch. “What next, baby boy?” You asked. He grinned at the name. You watched him fuck his hand, his thumb working against his rigid shaft, pressing in against his skin to add the right amount of friction. 

“I’d slip my hand down into your pants and finger your clit, just to get you going. Let me watch you do it this time, Mama.” He bit his bottom lip again, adjusting himself on the desk to rest on his inactive hand, his head tilting as he relaxed into pleasuring himself. 

“You want to watch me finger my clit?” You asked, echoing him. “I’d be happy to.” You brought four fingers to your lips, licking them before sliding them into your leggings and underwear, locating your clit easily. “And how would your fingers work, Josh?” You asked, taking a step or two forward closer to him. “How would you finger my pussy?” 

He raised an eyebrow, obviously enthused. “Usually it would be my tongue-fucking your clit, but since I can’t do that–”

You reached for his face, grabbing hold of his chin gruffly. “That’s not what I asked, pretty boy. Are you going to obey or are you going to be a smart ass?” You loved this act–of feeling in control, especially over Josh. At times he possessed such submissive qualities, that it was difficult to get through the day without daydreaming of instances exactly like this. 

“I’ll be good, I promise,” He said, grateful when you released your grip on him. He was still grinning, but that would change later when he’d beg to cum and you would do everything except appease him. 

“So, my little pet–answer the question. How would you finger my clit, hm?” You asked again. 

“I’d spin my fingers in slow circles around it.” He said, letting his mouth drop slightly open from the pleasure of touching himself. “I’d taste you, putting my fingers in my mouth.” You raised your eyebrows, your lips curling upward. You liked what he had to say. “You taste so good, Mama.” 

“What next?” you asked, doing as he had said, rolling spirals around your swelling clit. You pulled your fingertips out of your pants and inserted them into your mouth, tasting your own slick before bringing them back down. 

“Fuck–” he murmured under his breath, watching you with sagging eyelids. 

“You wish it were you, don’t you?” You asked him, chuckling softly. He nodded, licking his lips. 

“I can be nice,” You added, stepping forward and repeating the process again, pulling your fingers to his lips. “Open up.” You tapped his lips, stopping to slide your fingertips onto his tongue as he opened his mouth. “Suck on them.” He closed his lips around your fingers, his tongue working around them to taste you. His voice rumbled against your fingers as he hummed, immersing himself in the moment. You pulled them out of his mouth. 

“I want to see more. Please.” He said, his voice coming out in almost a whimper. 

“More? And how do you get more?” You asked, guiding him further. 

“Please take your pants off. And your panties. I need to see you. All of you.” His eyes sparkled with intensity, his voice pitching upward as he pleaded. 

“Mm, Good answer.” You reached for your leggings and underwear, pulling them down both at once, kicking them to the side with the other discarded clothing. “Let me help you see better.” Stepping around the desk, you pulled the chair out from underneath it and rolled it back around to rest in front of Josh. You lowered yourself upon it, spreading your legs wider for him to see. 

“But first, hands on your thighs.” 

“What?” He asked, confused. 

“Stop touching yourself. Put your hands on your thighs while you watch. If you slip up just once, we stop, get dressed and leave.”

“No, no, Mama. I’ll be a good boy, I swear.”  He gave in to submission, his hands releasing from his cock to rest flat on his thighs. You watched as his hardness throbbed and twitched almost involuntarily. It set you dripping.

“You’re such a good boy,” you said, returning your attention to yourself, smoothing your fingers over your belly and on down. “Speak to me baby. How would you like Mama to touch herself, hm? It’s all here for you.” 

“I would finger fuck you so well, Mama. I’d make sure you’d get whatever you want, especially with that beautiful clit of yours. I wish I was sucking on it right now.” You let your fingers slide back down in between your folds, feeling the increasing amount of slick coating your fingers. You pinched your middle fingers against your clit, squeezing your core muscles against the sensations that arose from the pressure.

“You know how to say exactly the right thing, my little prince. I’m practically dripping.” You spun slow spirals into your clit, biting your bottom lip as you scooched your lower body forward onto the chair, leaning backward so that he could see an unobstructed view of your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Mama. Let me touch you, please. I’ll do anything,” He said, his tone turning more insistent and whiny. 

“Anything?” You asked him, moving to insert a finger into your opening, curling upward. It was good, but not nearly as good as Josh would or could be. 

“Anything,” he swallowed. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. Your eyes traveled along the chains and crystals that adorned his bare chest, and you admired the way they pressed into his soft, supple, but strong physique. You let your gaze fall further until they landed between his legs, watching the tip of his cock drip, momentarily abandoned. 

“Tell me what you’d do.” You said, using your fingers to spread open your pussy, playfully inserting your fingers into your mouth, dripping wet saliva on them and returning them downward to please yourself. 

“I’d eat your pussy so good that I’d forget about my cock, Mama. I just want to make you feel good. I’d cum without touching myself, I just know it.” The way he spoke to you reminded you of a child begging for five extra minutes of playtime. You loved that he was trying to bargain with you in order to touch you. 

“Aw, poor thing,” you said. “You want to eat Mommy’s pussy so badly that you’d give up cumming just for a taste?” He nodded, eyeing you pleadingly, his eyes sparkling with hope that you’d give in. 

“On your knees.” You ordered, standing up, pushing the chair away from you, opening more space on the floor of the office. He moved from the desk quickly, getting in place on the carpet below you. He placed his hands back on his thighs for further instruction. The way he sat reminded you of an eager puppy dog, the way their eyes train on you, following your every move until you pay them the attention they’re owed. 

“I’ll give you a taste,” You told him. “Promise you’ll do a good job?” You asked, stepping forward to hover above him. The way he looked up at you spun your core in knots. 

“I’m only ever here to please you, to serve you,” he said, bringing his hands up to rest on your bare thighs. You let him touch you with no punishment—you’d be half-way conscious in a matter of moments anyway. You knew he’d leave you seizing against his face as he had so many times, and you would never get enough of it. 

“Then show me how well you serve your master,” you spoke, taking the final step forward, his face and neck inclining upward instantly to seamlessly connect with your body.

His tongue was strong but so gentle as he parted your folds for the first time, dragging it along your sensitive skin. You felt his facial hair scratching along the outer edges of your pussy, which only added to the ecstasy of having a man in between your legs—an extremely sexy man, who was submissively under your control, but effortlessly domineering when it came to fucking you. You could both pretend, and it would be fun in the moment, but you were foolish to believe that the man below you couldn’t make you cum in mere minutes. He held the power like a hidden ace, and you were very-well aware of it. He still let you play the game, enjoying the bratty names and power play. 

Josh pressed his face against you as you stood over him, and you grounded yourself, squatting lower so that gravity worked in your favor as he continued to eat your pussy. “Use your tongue,” you ordered. “So many girls watch you while you sing. They know you eat pussy well. Too bad they don’t have you between their legs.” You ground your pussy against his face, feeling his tongue working in wide loops against every surface. He took the risk of teasing your clit, avoiding contact for as long as he dared before flicking the strong tip of his tongue against it in fast spurts. In moments where it felt like you couldn’t take much more without cumming, he’d flee from your clit to lap up the juices that would collect at your entrance. You felt him humming against your skin as if you had prepared him a delicious meal to eat, his hot breath sweeping over your thighs when he’d come up gasping for air. 

“Fuck–” you moaned quietly, licking your lips as you processed the pleasure coursing though your body. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” He looked up at you with an almost innocent smile, his eyes sparkling with fervor as he licked his lips. 

“Am I doing a good job?” He asked you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and sides. You nodded quietly. 

“Keep going, baby. Do your job.” You said, trying your best to regain your authoritative demeanor. He was eager to please, his hands glued to your thighs as he spread them further apart, forcing you further down into the squat. 

“Don’t worry, Mama. Relax,” He told you. “I’ve got you.” He somehow read your mind, knowing that you’d feel self-conscious in this precarious, unbalanced position. Soon enough he’d have you teetering out of balance, the only thing keeping you upright being his strong arms. You breathed in deeply, letting him return to his pace. You felt him slip his tongue into your opening with no hesitation, fucking you with the tip as his fingers beared further into your skin. You let your back arch where you stood, squeezing your muscles against his face. He was an expert at this, and his confidence showed you that he knew it, too. You closed your eyes, reaching down to place your hands on his for a moment, showing him silent satisfaction. He removed one of his hands after a moment and brought it between your legs, inserting them into your opening, and moving his tongue back up to your swollen clit. 

“Jesus–fuck!” You hissed through your teeth, bringing your hands up to your tits, squeezing them in your hands, your nipples hard and erect against your palms. Josh had wrapped his free arm around your body, his hand splayed open against your ass and back as he pulled you firmly against his face. You felt his tongue and lips undulating wildly against your pussy, his fingers curling with abandon against your inner walls. Wet, sloppy noises filled the room, and you knew that they definitely could be heard in the hallway if someone were listening intently. “Oh my god!” You whimpered far too loudly, slamming your palm against your lips as you remembered where you were, the ecstasy flowing through your system far too immense for you to downplay any longer. 

Josh heaved a breath, coming up briefly for air. “Cum for me, Mama. Please cum all over my face. I want to taste you when you finish over my tongue.” His face was red with friction, his lips close to chafing. He didn’t care for an instant. His face would look completely fucked-out by the time he returned to the dressing room, but he didn’t care. He didn’t serve the stylists, only you. He wiped his lips casually before centering himself again underneath you, returning to your pulsing core. This time, he focused solely on your clit, using his agile tongue to flutter skillfully against the bud, sending your body climbing through a mountain-excursion, purposefully releasing his touch from you to pull you back down from the summit so that the very next time it would be even more intense. 

Your body quaked against your will, momentarily stealing with it most of your power over him. Josh was a submissive lover most of the time, but when it came to doing his job, he’d be sure to make you cum in ways you had never experienced with anyone else. He worked your pussy like it was a sacrament–something to be relished and celebrated, and you’d do nothing to stop him from doing exactly that. “Fuck-f–” you sputtered, feeling your hips beginning to buck instinctively, your body barreling toward the apex of climax. Your skin began to prickle with sweat from exertion and you felt your hair beginning to stick limply to your forehead and cheeks. “Josh! Josh–please–” You groaned in skittering gurgles that poured weakly from your throat. Your dominant tone had diminished to nothing, replaced with thin and pathetic whines that snatched away the demanding quality you had previously possessed. You knew that you’d regain power and composure, but you were too far gone in the moment to even consider it. 

Josh’s tongue moved faster and stronger than ever, his lips buzzing against your clit, his hands wrapped around your hips in a silent dare for you to move away from him. Your legs weakened above him, your thighs shuddering and squeezing tightly against his face. You collapsed forward on yourself, grateful for the strength of Josh’s grip on your body. You reached down, pulling and yanking at his hair, in a half hearted attempt for him to pull away from you, but he wouldn’t until he felt you finally cum–and even then, you knew he’d take his time lapping up the product of the orgasm, and you’d let him as a reward for a job well done. When he began to shake his head back and forth, his tongue contorting and flicking wildly, you knew you were done for. You finally let your eyes roll backward and you gave in to the torrent of sexual agony that roared through your entire body, leaving you to quiver pathetically above the one you had supposedly claimed was your subordinate. His tongue slowed, but he did not stop; instead, he moved lower to your entrance, lapping up and savoring the climax that leaked from you, diligent to not waste a single drop. 

“Holy fucking shit,” You said through a heaving sigh, pushing him away from you so that you could regain your breath. You had expected to see it, but you hadn’t prepared for the way he would look when he came up for air himself. The makeup that the stylists had applied was severely smudged–embarrassingly so. His face and lips were rubbed raw, and his hair had been pulled and yanked out of its styled appearance, making it impossible for anyone to not catch on to what had happened behind this closed door. 

“Oh my God, your face,” You chuckled, reaching for him as he rose from the floor. 

“I don’t care,” he said this time. “That was fucking worth it,” he grinned, pressing his lips together. “My lips are numb.” He said, pulling his thumb to swipe along his mouth. 

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you for your amazing work,” You said, walking him back to the desk. “Sit. Let me take care of you, Baby.” He wordlessly did as he was asked, sitting on the edge of the table, waiting for you. To your amazement, he was still hard between his legs. “You loved tasting me, didn’t you, hm?” You asked, reaching forward to hover your lips above his, surprising him by taking his cock in your hand. 

“I loved it so much,” He said lustfully, his gaze fixed on your lips as you increased the pressure of your hand against his cock. “Can I please kiss you?” He asked, his head tilting forward, drawn by some kind of magnetism. You appeased his request, letting him fall into your kiss easily, his head bobbing and tilting as you touched him. You parted from the kiss, lowering yourself in front of him. You were sure he was expecting a blow job, but you evaded that expectation by moving to his chest to suckle on his round, erect nipples. You made a show of flicking your eyes upward through your lashes as you fluttered the tip of your tongue against his hard nipple, eventually closing your mouth around it to suckle upon it. He groaned deeply, the sounds escaping his throat in deep, raspy strains. Josh let his head tip backward as he closed his eyes, his hands moving to rest upon your shoulders. 

“Josh! I know you’re in there,” someone almost shouted on the other side of the door as they knocked forcefully on it, sending you springing away from Josh. It was Danny. “They’ve been trying to call your phone for the last fifteen minutes. Finish up whatever you’re doing and come on.” 

“Fuck,” You whispered dejectedly, reaching for his clothing. 

“It’s okay, Mama. To be continued…” he said, hopping off of the desk. 

“If you act right,” you said, with a wink. “You’ll just have to wait a little longer.” You bit your bottom lip, scheming up ideas for how you’d tease him until you’d finally give him his well-earned reward. 

End of Part 1.

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Sub!Josh my Beloved, goddamn

🥳Han’s Midnight

Thoughts🥳

This is quite literally a filthy sub!Josh fic idea that I cannot make into an entire fic bc I have 2 Josh fics in the swamp as we speak. SUPER SMUT IMMEDIATELY BELOW THE CUT; MINORS DNI.

Okay but what if Josh made this face when you made him cum?

What if you started out sucking his cock while he ate your pussy at the same time?

What if you started off slow, just softly gliding your tongue from the very tip of his head all the way down to the start of his balls and back again? What if you went so slowly it was torturous? What then?

What if after doing this a few times, you felt him twitch against your tongue while he moaned into your heat? What if you got so turned on at the sounds he made that you took his whole length in your throat and swallowed it?

What if you did that a second time?

A third?

What if every single time your throat closed around him, he whimpered, never letting your pussy leave his mouth?

What if you involuntarily clenched your walls around his tongue every time you swallowed him? What if he responded by pulling you further into his mouth? What if you started taking him faster?

What if he broke the suction he’d created on your clit to moan louder than he had been? What if he whined as you took him faster and faster down your throat? What if he cinched his brows and said, “Ohhhh god, mama. Please.” What then?

What if you increased your pace still? What if he tried to keep eating your pussy but couldn’t because his breath kept getting stuck in his throat? What if all he could manage was a stray lick or two at a time before he gasped again?

What if he got so close to cumming down your throat that when you felt him squeeze your ass that rested in his face, you felt his hands trembling?

What if the second that he was on the tip of his cusp, you stopped? What if you swung your legs to one side of him and turned yourself around to face him? What if you let his cock slip from between your lips and watched it throb against his stomach while you sat at his feet?

What if you watched his eyes grow wide as he realized what was happening? What if his mouth sat agape as he gazed at you?

What if the shocked look in his eyes turned immediately into pleading?

Begging?

What if he was willing to do absolutely anything you wanted if you’d just finish him?

What if he told you that? What if he begged for you?

What if between heavy breaths he begged you to ride him? What if he told you that he needed to be inside of you? What if he told you that all he wanted was to cum inside your perfect pussy?

What if the second that you had taken half his length, his hips bucked up into yours hard enough for his balls to make contact with your ass because he couldn’t wait any longer? What if as soon as he bottomed out, a beautiful, thick cry pushed itself up from his chest and out past his perfectly wet lips?

What if as you continually bounced harder and faster on his cock, he continued to meet your hips in the middle, slamming himself up into your core the smallest bit further? What if his hands conformed to the shape of your hips, sternly holding you in place? What if he let out a sharp exhale each time your skin met, leaving him to inhale ragged breaths in between?

What if as you pressed on, you watched his mouth change from hanging slack to having his teeth clenched and his brows scrunched as tight as they would go? What if you felt his legs start to shake under you as you sank down on his cock again and again?

What if you felt his hips stutter as hot sweat beaded on his forehead? What if his grip on your hips grew impossibly tighter? What if he cried out through clenched teeth as he released into the depths of your core, an absolutely seething expression on his face? What if every muscle in his body stayed tightened until you’d ridden him through the longest orgasm you’d given him to date?

What if?

What then?

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Object of Desire.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I really couldn't stop thinking about this scenario, and I had to write it down.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, dirty talk, swearing, angst, angry!Jake.

Summary: Jake is having a hard time making certain things work.

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A crash followed by a loud curse echoed from the inside of the studio.

It was very late and the few people still lingering around took that as a sign that it was way better to leave before hell broke loose.

The door of the first recording room opened and Daniel was the first one to exit, swiftly followed by Sam. The two of them basically ran out of the door looking worried and exhausted while more shouting came from the inside. Two voices were overlapping and growing in volume every second more.

The door was almost closing when it bursted open violently, hitting the wall like someone had kicked it hard.

“Well, I might be an obnoxious diva but you really need to learn how to play that fucking guitar again Jakey, you are slowing us down. So you better pull it together and control it because you are sounding like shit.” Josh came out of the room with his hands flailing, still facing inside and shouting to his brother on top of his lungs.

Then he grasped the door and slammed it shut before the half empty bottle of wine that Jake threw towards him could hit him straight in the face.

A loud “fuck off” echoed from the room at the same time that the bottle shattered with a booming crash against the wood of the door, sending shards and drops of wine everywhere.

Then, after that, the building fell completely silent.

Inside the recording room Jake was fuming with anger.

His ears were ringing and his chest was heaving. He was very hot and his already unbuttoned shirt was sticking to his skin uncomfortably, making him feel trapped and intensifying his anger.

He immediately took it off and threw it across the floor, exhausted.

It landed in a corner right next to the guitar, his beloved, that he had thrown to the floor a few minutes before everyone ran away and Josh accused him of not knowing how to play it anymore.

A renewed fit of anger filled his heart and he quickly crossed the room.

He harshly grabbed his beloved guitar from the floor and slammed it down on the table with so much force that the sound it made had a shiver run down his spine.

That bitch had been giving him troubles all day. It just wouldn't let him play it properly and he didn't know what the hell was wrong with it. The only thing he knew was that he needed to find that out as soon as possible.

He grabbed it by the fretboard and slung the strap over his shoulder. Then he plugged it into his amp and started playing a song he had played an indecent amount of times and that he knew like the back of his hands.

A few seconds later he was huffing out a curse under his breath. Something was wrong.

The notes sounded weird, in an almost sinister way and he didnt know why.

Frustration was slowly getting the better of him, so he sat down on the sofa with the guitar still on his lap and opened the bottle of Pinot Grigio that someone had placed right next to the sofa at the beginning of their useless recording session.

He uncorked the bottle and took a few long gulps right from it, without even bothering to go grab a glass.

Then he closed his eyes and rested his pounding head against the back of the couch for a few minutes, hoping that the wine would clear his mind and ease his nerves a bit.

With a renewed glimmer of hope, he tuned the instrument again, even though he knew that that wasn't the problem and this time he tried to improvise something.

An hour later, the bottle of wine was empty but Jake was still drowning in despair and anger. He kept trying to come up with a decent new riff but he produced nothing that sounded even remotedly like it used to when his fingers stroked the frets of his beloved.

It had been love at first sight between that little horned cherry-red devil and his twelve-year-old self. Inside that shop so many years ago with the first note he played he knew that she was the one.

But right now he was not so sure anymore.

The umpteenth wrong note echoed into the room, despite the guitar was perfectly tuned and that sent Jake spiraling.

A violent fit of anger coursed through his body.

He stood, ripped the guitar from his sweaty body and slammed it on the same table as before. Another hideous sound left the instrument from the violent impact and Jake lost it completely.

With a scream, he ripped all the strings from the guitar so hard that he even sliced his middle finger open with one of them.

Blood slowly started to drip out of the cut and onto the wood, creating a grim contrast with the red of the instrument but Jake didn't even notice at first. He was blinded by anger in a way that he didn't remember to have ever experienced before.

Without thinking he grabbed the neck of his guitar, bent over it and started whispering.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, hm? Why are you being such a bitch tonight? Are you fucking jealous because I played other guitars all day long?” He hissed like he was referring to an actual person, his lips grazing the wood and metal of the fretboard in a snare.

He knew he sounded completely out of his mind and that the entire scene might have granted him a one way ticket to a psychiatric ward but he had reached the point of no return.

At that moment a single crackle sound came from his amp and Jake froze in place.

A strange feeling crept up his spine making him shiver.

And then the thought that invaded his brain made him feel utterly helpless and crazy.

‘That sounded like an answer’ he thought but then shook his head because he refused to believe that.

It was true. That morning one of his closest friends brought to the studio many guitars, one more rare and prestigious than the other and he had a lot of fun playing a lot of them for a few takes. He did that because he wanted to spice things up a little bit and render his playing a bit more dynamic with the new album.

That evening however, since he was tired from playing that many different guitars, he needed to fall back on the one which he knew even better than his very soul.

But somehow he couldn't make it work this time.

He felt so stupid for even thinking that his beloved guitar, an inanimate object, could be sentient and could give him a hard time because of that.

He straightened his back and mustered up the courage to ask the same question again, but this time nothing happened. His voice just echoed into the empty room in a peculiar way.

“I’m wasted” he scoffed at himself and laughed out loud. He started pitying himself, and moved away from the table to go get some fresh air outside, hoping that it could help him clear his mind.

He reached for the door but, as soon as he placed his sweaty hot hand against the cool metal of the knob, another noise echoed from the single cabinet on the other side of the room.

At first he thought it was the usual creaking of old wooden furniture but then he heard it again and this time it sounded more like something metallic hitting wood.

He slowly turned around but everything was in perfect order.

He was just thinking about the fact that the wine had fucked him up pretty good when he heard it again, louder this time.

It was coming from the bottom drawer of the cabinet where he usually kept his new guitar strings just in case one broke during the recording.

His heart was hammering in his chest and his head was spinning a little, but he decided to investigate further anyway.

He slowly approached the cabinet and crouched down. He reached for the knob and mentally counted to three before firmly yanking the drawer open.

Immediately he jumped away scared by what he saw, falling on his ass on the floor and then he burst out laughing like a maniac.

Inside, the guitar strings that he had placed there that morning wrapped in a neat circle had unrolled and, as soon as he opened the drawer, they had burst out, scaring him to death.

He laughed again, shaking his head and watching how they bobbed everywhere.

Then he decided that that was a sign. The sign he should restring his guitar and play whatever it came to his mind.

He stood, grabbed the strings and the tools he needed and moved back to the table.

He also noticed the blood on his hand and grabbed a paper towel to clean himself and stop the blood from flowing further.

Before getting to work he even grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged half of it. The coolness of the liquid helped him clear his mind a bit. At least his head wasn't spinning anymore.

He carefully started placing the new strings where they belonged with one hand while keeping the body of the guitar still with the other.

He tightened the first one and was about to place another when the hand that was holding the guitar still slipped slightly, making the lower part of the instrument bump against his crotch.

He tried again and again his hand slipped, making the guitar press against his hips like it happened seconds before.

He was slowly getting fed up by everything again.

He let go of the guitar, wiped his sweaty hands against his jeans and began again.

This time he held the guitar a bit more harshly, making his knuckles turn white.

He correctly placed another four strings and he was about to reach for the last one when his hold slipped and the instrument ended up pressing against his crotch again.

He groaned and involuntarily pressed his hips back against it, feeling himself twitch in his boxers.

Then, as if recovering from a momentaneous blackout, he shook his head, reprimanded himself and tried again to place the final string.

An imperceptible blush covered his cheeks, and he told himself it was because of the anger but in reality he was starting to feel aroused, something that happened to him often when he irresponsibly paired wine with anger.

He successfully placed the last string and a sigh of relief left his lips. Then he started turning the tuning peg to tighten it but the guitar slipped from his grasp again, this time pressing into his tense balls and causing a little twinge of pain.

But instead of recoiling from it, he felt his hips move forward almost without his control. He pressed his now growing erection against the wood and he had to bite his lips to stiffen a groan of pleasure.

He stopped himself hastily and bent over his guitar, pressing his sweaty forehead against the cool surface of the table and questioning what the hell he was doing.

After a few seconds he straightened his back, exhaling a curse through gritted teeth and tightened his hands against the body of his guitar.

“Fuck it” he said and started pressing his hips against the lower curve of the instrument.

Instantly, pleasure started coursing through his body and the rhythm of his hips intensified to chase his release.

During every push of his hips Jake felt like his guitar was slowly countering his thrusts fucking itself against him. He tried to change his rhythm and the instrument matched it effortlessly and impeccably.

He stopped overthinking what he was doing and quickly fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans letting go of the guitar.

When finally he managed to pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles, setting himself free and placed his trembling hands back against the body of the guitar, it almost felt like it was vibrating imperceptibly as if in anticipation of his next movements.

When the delicate flushed skin of his engorged cock made contact with the smooth cool wood of the guitar a whimpery moan left his spit-slicked lips and he had to bite them to stop himself from screaming.

He moved his hands to grip the wood better and, as his fingers involuntarily grazed the strings, a low note echoed into the room, vibrating through his body and making him shiver.

“Please, do it again” he heard his own voice beg but didn't notice his lips moving with the words.

He grazed his fingers gently against the strings one more time while thrusting his hips and he almost doubled over in pleasure as the guitar slipped again from his grasps and pressed against his balls.

Jake knew he was slowly losing his mind but the fact that it really looked and felt like his guitar was making him fuck her was terrorising and arousing him at the same time.

He quickened his rhythm, fingering the strings unashamedly now as if his guitar was a flesh-and-blood woman under his grasp begging him for more and more.

The vibrations of the music were bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

After a few seconds he noticed that his hands were replicating the same pattern without knowing and his heart skipped a beat.

That was it.

The new riff he was looking for.

Right there.

Where it had always been.

He just needed a little bit of help to bring that sound out of his jumbled mind.

The vibrations coming from the guitar had his back arching with a loud unbridled moan as his nails dug into the wood of the instrument.

He knew he was getting closer and closer.

Embracing his moment of insanity he bent again over his guitar while thrusting his flushed cock rapidly against the wood that was already sleek with sweat and precome.

“Am I fucking you good, baby? Is this what you wanted all along, hm? You wanted me to treat you like my one and only bitch, didn't you? Now take it, slut.” He whispered dirtily towards his guitar as his thrusts quickened even more.

Another crackle sounded from the amp behind him and a note sounding like a moan resounded from the guitar, making him bare his teeth towards the instrument.

“C'mon Beloved, sing for me a little more. But make it dirty.” he addressed the guitar once again and, as if on command, the moment his fingers grazed the frets another riff sounded into the room making Jake’s toes curl.

“Fuck, yes, just like that” he heard himself moan, as his body twitched and spasmed against his guitar. His hair was damp with sweat by then, as was his entire body, and kept swaying back and forth in time with his lewd movements.

One last drawn out low note that was dripping sex and darkness echoed into the room and right through his body making him reach his high.

He watched mesmerized as his cock hardened even more and tensed, exposing his many veins and then, with a long prolonged moan, he admired as ropes of pearlescent come covered and ruined the polished wood of the instrument.

When finally he had regained a bit of his composure he straightened his back and huffed out a little breathy laugh.

Then he bent over his guitar one last time and licked it clean from his release almost hungrily.

With the pointed tip of his tongue he collected the last white drop from a string and the single note that reverberated into the room gave him yet another new idea.

Immediately he straightened his back, tied his hair in a low bun and pulled his boxers and pants back up.

Then he grabbed his beloved, slung the strap over his shoulder and went to press the recording button only to discover that it was already on.

And he really didn't remember turning it on.

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Nice Guys Throw Punches - SFK/DRW

Well, here’s the fluffiest, most protective!Danny that’s been stuck in my brain for days. Big thanks to @ofthecaravel for freaking out with me eeeeee here we go.

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Wanted: Have You Seen This Man? He’s actually just a really nice guy.

That’s what Danny’s poster had said. And he is. He is a nice guy, has on more than one occasion been called a gentle giant (mostly by Josh), fills his role as band mediator with ease, and has always been a lover, not a fighter.

But, he supposes, exceptions are always made. Which is what got him to where he is now, sitting on the bumper of an ambulance next to the festival beer garden with a broken nose and split knuckles.

He swears he’s a nice guy.

One Hour Earlier

It’s not surprising that Lollapalooza is packed to the gills with drunk and high festival goers. It’s the nature of a festival to be a sprawling bacchanalian free for all, really. That’s why the Kiszka brothers thrive at festivals and why Danny always feels like he’s herding kittens trying to keep all three of them alive.

“Thanks,” Danny says, nodding to the bartender in the beer garden before wading his way back through the throngs of people, holding the two bottles of beer a little higher to avoid being jostled by someone telling an overenthusiastic story.

They’d played earlier in the day, a riotous set that went off without a hitch and left them all in a post-show euphoria that was only briefly interrupted by showers and changing clothes before continuing on now.

“Beer delivery,” Danny chirps, sidling up behind Sam and moving his boyfriend’s chestnut hair to one side of his neck. Sam is mid conversation with Jake and Josh, the three of them talking completely over each other. Danny presses the cold beer to the sensitive skin of Sam’s neck, grinning.

Sam squawks loudly, immediately turning and swatting at him.

“Asshole,” he half shouts, trying in vain to pinch at Danny’s sides while the taller man evades his efforts. “That’s no way to treat the love of your life.”

Danny hastily apologises to the group of girls he bumps into trying to avoid Sam’s punishment, looping an arm around Sam’s waist and tugging him close, a beer still in each hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning.

Sam makes a grab for Danny’s backwards hat, missing when Danny makes a bite at his arm. “You are not, you unrepentant frat boy -”

“Am too, and if I’m a frat boy that makes you -”

“Alright alright,” Josh says, clapping his hands. “Enough, children. Daniel, give the baby his beer before he gets cranky.”

Danny laughs, not letting Sam go but handing him the beer and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I hate you,” Sam says, leaning into him.

Danny grins. “I know, baby. Drink your beer.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jake rolls his eyes. He takes a pull of his own beer, shaking his head fondly.

It’s been over a year now since Sam and Danny had made it official - it being them, of course, and their decision to finally end everyone’s collective ‘will they, won’t they’ misery. Happy tears were shed by parents, hollers and hugs were given by siblings. But Sam had been deeply offended when literally no one was surprised by their announcement of a relationship, and had pinched Danny’s nipple right through his shirt as revenge when the taller man had shrugged and said ‘that’s fair, it was a long time coming’.

“It’s really packed in here,” Josh says, looking around them. More people are flooding into the beer garden, musicians and festival goers alike, and it’s making personal space significantly harder to come by.

They’ve melded with a group of other players, conversation flowing easily and laughter loud. Danny is regretting his choice of a white t-shirt, knowing that the chances of a spill are getting higher by the second but it’s worth it to watch Sam’s face light up as he tells a story.

As if on cue, Sam gestures broadly with his hand and accidentally catches the drink of a passerby, knocking it against their chest.

“Oh shit,” Sam says, turning. “Sorry man -”

The man hisses angrily as he peels his wet shirt away from his chest. He’s about Danny’s height but twice as broad, bald headed and skin going pink with anger. Danny frowns, not liking the way the man’s mood has shifted so quickly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” he spits, throwing his now empty cup onto the ground and shaking the spilled beer off his hand. “Fucking - my shirt is ruined .”

The unexpected anger draws the attention of the twins and the rest of the group, eyes widening in surprise at the outburst.

Sam winces, obviously feeling bad. “It was an accident, man, I’ll buy you another drink -”

“Shut the fuck up,” the man snaps, finally looking up from his shirt to fix his angry stare at Sam.

“Listen, he said he was sorry,” Danny interjects, brow furrowed as he steps between Sam and the man, hands up between them. He wants to keep the peace, to get this asshole on his way as fast as possible, but something isn’t sitting right. His heart is beating faster now, the tension palpable. “It was an accident, it happens. We can find you another shirt.”

The man snorts, looking Sam up and down before turning to fix his gaze on Danny.

“You know, I saw you two earlier,” he says, sneering. “Looking awfully cozy. Maybe if you knew how to control your bitch this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What the fuck,” Jake says, automatically stepping closer to Sam. Josh circles a hand instinctively around Sam’s wrist, anchoring him to the spot.

“Hey, fuck you man -” Sam starts, brows dropping in anger as he moves to step forward only to be impeded by Josh.

“See?” the man laughs, the sound grating and mean. He pokes a finger into Danny’s chest. “Maybe I should take him off your hands, teach him some fucking manners -”

Danny isn’t sure when he drops his beer, but somewhere between the bottle leaving his hand and it hitting the ground, he makes a choice.

No one talks about Sam that way, not while Daniel fucking Wagner walks the earth.

He reels back and throws a hard punch, fist connecting solidly with the man’s face in a loud thud. The garden immediately erupts into chaos, people stumbling backwards from the fight to get away from the crossfire. Josh yanks Sam back as the man retaliates, grappling Danny to the ground as they both throw hit after hit.

A few others jump in to try to break it up, but it’s violent.

What feels like an hour is only a minute, maybe two before security is rushing in and pulling the two men apart. There’s blood in the dirt and Danny has never been so angry in his life.

“Let me go,” Danny demands, struggling against the hold of two security guards. The other man is yelling obscenities and slurs while being forcefully escorted from the tent, and Danny takes some satisfaction from the split lip he’s sporting. “I’m - Jesus, I’m not going to go after him, let me go.”

“I’ll get the medics,” one of them says, speaking quickly into the radio on his chest before striding out of the tent. The security guard lets Danny go, telling him not to go anywhere until the medic arrives.

The entire garden is a mess of activity and chatter, the energy thrumming with nerves and surprise. Danny’s ears are ringing and his heart is pounding out of his chest. The adrenaline is still thrumming at a million miles an hour through his veins, and he barely registers he’s being spoken to until there are gentle hands on either side of his face.

“Daniel,” Sam is saying, sweet face creased with worry. “Hey, look at me.”

“Medic is over here, come on,” Jake is saying, hand gentle on Danny’s upper arm. Josh is shooing people out of the way, already explaining everything that happened to the paramedic.

“Hey man,” says the medic, getting Danny’s attention. “My name is Noah. Looks like you got into a bit of a scrap, hey?”

Danny shakes his head, but immediately winces as pain shoots through his face.

“I’m fine,” he croaks, but the words come out a little slurred. Suddenly Danny is very aware of the blood in his mouth.

“Here, let’s sit him down,” Noah says, helping Jake seat Danny on the bumper of the ambulance, the back doors wide and a medical bag opened.

Sam is pacing back and forth, continually running his hands through his hair. Josh is off to the side, on the phone with management already while Jake confers with security again.

Noah makes Danny follow a pen with his eyes, checks his pulse, and listens to his heart. He carefully tips Danny’s head back, helping him hold an ice pack over his nose.

“Well I can tell you one thing,” he says good naturedly. “It’s a good thing you guys already played your set, because you’re going to be hurting once that adrenaline wears off.”

“Already there,” Danny says, the words coming out like he’s got the world's worst cold. Everything fucking hurts now. His knuckles are aching and his head feels like one giant bruise.

“Yeah,” Noah sighs sympathetically, jotting something down on his clipboard before pulling out a few butterfly bandages from his bag. “A broken nose is no fun. But it’s not crooked, so that’s a small victory.”

That seems to stir Sam from his pacing, nearly skidding to a stop in front of Danny.

“What the hell were you thinking, Daniel?!” he bursts, every inch of him seeming to vibrate with anxiety. “You’ve never made a fist in your fucking life and you decide that testing it out on a man twice your size is the way to go?”

Noah bites his lips together, giving Danny a ‘you’re in trouuuuuble’ look as he pulls the ice pack away gently.

“We were the same height,” Danny protests weakly, wincing as Noah carefully places a butterfly bandage over the split skin on the bridge of his nose.

“No, shut up,” Sam says, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just - why, Daniel?”

Danny frowns, confused by the question.

“What do you mean, why?” he asks, dutifully holding still as Noah continues to work on cleaning him up.

Sam rolls his eyes, but he looks dangerously close to tears. Danny’s heart aches in his chest, and he wants to pull his boyfriend closer.

“I mean why,” Sam repeats. “Why did you start a fight?”

“He started it,” Danny protests, wincing as Noah cleans his knuckles. “I wasn’t just going to stand there and let him talk about you like that, Sam. I didn’t even - I didn’t even think about it, alright? I just did it.”

Sam seems to deflate a little at that, jaw working stubbornly.

“Well it was fucking stupid,” he says, scuffing at an errant pebble with the toe of his sneaker. “Now you look like a sad raccoon with your -” he gestures to Danny’s face. “Black eyes and shit.”

“Cute look,” Danny says, not bothering to fight the fierce wave of fondness welling inside of him for his boyfriend. Only Sam would manage to express fear and concern as a truly bizarre insult. “What a weird way to kick a guy while he’s down. How about a ‘thanks for sticking up for me, Danny’ or an ‘I love you, Danny’?”

“I love you Danny,” Josh says, pocketing his phone as he comes to join them. He swings an arm around Sam, pulling him in for a tight hug despite the younger man fighting it. “This little rat bastard of a child is just trying to pretend he’s not scared shitless because his boy got hurt, isn’t that right Sam?”

“I am not scared,” Sam says, shoving Josh away. Jake rolls his eyes, moving to sit next to Danny on the bumper of the ambulance. “I’m pissed off, he could’ve - he could have died! And then we’d have to get a new drummer, okay, and that’s just a pain in the ass -”

Noah gives Danny the all clear, and he stands. He has no doubt he looks like shit, shirt stained with blood, eyes blooming black and blue, knuckles and nose bandaged.

“Sammy,” Danny interrupts him gently. “C’mere.”

“No,” Sam snaps, crossing his arms and resolutely looking at the ground. “You’re gross. You’re all bloody.”

“Sam,” Danny repeats. He opens his arms, waiting patiently.

Sam doesn’t last another five seconds before he’s throwing himself into Danny’s arms, hiding his face in Danny’s neck.

“Why would you do that?” he whispers, and Danny can feel the tremble in Sam’s willowy frame. “You - you got hurt, Daniel, okay? Why -”

“Because I love you,” Danny murmurs, pressing his lips carefully to the top of Sam’s head. “And I figured one of us was about to throw a punch, so better me than you. That face of yours is our moneymaker.”

Sam laughs wetly, sniffling a little against Danny’s neck. He pulls back, wiping roughly at his eyes.

“Shut up,” he says, but he’s smiling now. Danny smiles back, even though it hurts.

“Alright, cut it out,” Josh says, voice suspiciously choked. “If you start crying, Jake’s going to cry.”

“Yeah right,” Jake says, but his sunglasses have been firmly placed over his eyes. He turns to Noah, clearing his throat. “What’s the verdict? Hospital?”

“If you want to, but you don’t have to,” Noah says, zipping up his med bag. He strips off his gloves, giving them all an easy smile. “It’s not a bad break and nothing is crooked. So as long as you keep icing it and go easy, you shouldn’t have an issue. Obviously, if you start bleeding again or notice any changes in your vision or headaches, go right away.”

“Roger that,” Josh nods, reaching out a hand to Noah to shake. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem, guys,” Noah says, shaking each of their hands (Danny’s very gently). “A great set, by the way. Now get out of here, go rest.”

“You heard the man,” Jake says, standing and gesturing for them to get a move on. “Let’s go.”

-

The ride back to the hotel is longer than expected with a stop at a pharmacy for some painkillers and ice packs, but they’re back and getting settled as the sun is sinking below the horizon. Showers are had, painkillers taken, and room service on the way.

Sam is fussing with the pillows on the bed - trying to get them to an appropriate height for Danny to be propped up while he sleeps - when there’s a knock at their door. Danny goes to answer, waving Sam off with a gentle reminder that he can handle opening a door with a broken nose.

It’s Jake and Josh, unsurprisingly, the two of them standing in the doorway expectantly.

Danny opens the door a little wider with a huffed laugh, welcoming them in.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Jake says, peering around the corner at Sam with an amused smile. “See if you need anything.”

“We’re good,” Danny says gratefully. “Thanks though. How much trouble did I get us into with management?”

Josh waves him off, blowing a raspberry. “Nothing for you to worry about, Danny boy. We told them of your heroic act in defence of Sam, it’s all fine.”

Danny lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, relieved.

“Thanks man,” he says. “Really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to make such a mess of things.”

Jake pins him with a gentle look. “You didn’t make a mess of things,” he says, voice a little softer like he doesn’t want Sam to overhear. “You went to battle for our baby brother. He’s lucky to have you, Danny. We couldn’t ask for a better man for him, I hope you know that.”

Danny feels like he’s been winded, the words so achingly sincere yet so simple in a way that only Jake ever manages to pull off. He blinks a few times in quick succession, surprised by the sudden burn of tears.

“I’d do anything for him,” he says simply, voice wobbling because there’s nothing else to say. It’s Danny’s foundational truth. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Sam.

“We know,” Josh says, smiling and squeezing Danny’s arm. He clears his throat, looking around the corner at Sam. “Good thing, too,” he says, louder. “We were worried no one would take him off our hands, you know. He’s a real pain in the ass.”

“Huge,” Jake agrees, nodding seriously. “We really can’t thank you enough for your sacrifice. We thought we’d be stuck with him forever.”

“Oh my god, can you two leave,” Sam shouts, brandishing a pillow like he’s going to march over and hit them. “I have to tend to my injured boyfriend, go be annoying somewhere else!”

Jake lifts his hands in surrender, smirking as he backs away towards the door.

“Be good, kiddos,” Josh chirps with a wink. “No strenuous activity!”

Danny laughs, shaking his head as he bids them both goodnight, locking the door behind them. He pads back into the bedroom, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, reaching out for Sam. He pulls him to stand between his knees, looking up at him. He rests his hands on Sam’s hips, thumbs brushing the soft skin just under his threadbare shirt. “I’m sorry I scared you today.”

Sam swallows, lifting a hand to tug at one of Danny’s damp curls.

“Yeah, well,” he says softly, smiling a little. “It was also pretty sexy of you to defend my honour like that.”

Danny smiles, squeezing Sam’s hips. “Yeah?”

Sam snorts, rolling his eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. You barely made it out alive.”

Danny barks a laugh. He slaps Sam’s ass teasingly, pulling him closer and tugging him down into his lap.

“Screw you, I was winning,” he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Sam’s ear as the smaller man settles in his lap.

“Oh, is it opposite day?”

“If it is then I really hate you,” Danny quips, smiling up at him.

Sam rolls his eyes, hands so careful when they cup Danny’s face. He leans in and kisses him gently.

“I hate you too, Daniel Wagner.”

cover by @no-other-mashter

A Cabin In The Woods - Ch4

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Sam x F!Reader - 18+

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Warnings/Themes: Oral (r), Slight Teasing, Gentle Sam, Unprotected Sex

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The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

Sam’s eyes glinted with mischief and undeniable warmth as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. He let out a low, approving hum that reverberated in your chest, igniting an exhilarating mix of affection and anticipation. The sound stirred something deep within you, a thrill that sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. There was an undeniable power in those playful moments, a pull that beckoned you to lean into what lay ahead.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your sides as he slowly began to pull it over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing you to the warmth of the room, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly at the sudden exposure. It was a sharp contrast, heightened by the intimacy that flowed between you both in that moment.

“You know,” he teased, a playful lilt in his voice, “I could warm you up as quickly as I can.” His eyes roamed over you, filled with equal parts admiration and playful challenge, and the implication of his words sent another flutter through your heart.

Your breath hitched, the teasing nature of his tone wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you in the very intimacy you both craved. “Oh, is that so?” you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence even as your cheeks flushed with warmth. The playful aura of your previous debates was still there, but now it acted as a backdrop to something profoundly deeper, a thrilling chess match where desire marked each strategic move.

“Absolutely,” he replied, inching closer as he let the shirt fall to the side. The intensity in his gaze could have melted ice, and the mere thought of his promise hung tantalizingly in the air. “But I think you might need to take those shivers away first. Tell me, what would make you warmer?”

There was a breathless challenge in his tone, and you could sense the inquiry was layered—an invitation not just for physical closeness but for vulnerability. You swallowed hard, heart racing at the thought of what you were both beginning to explore, a territory ripe with emotional and physical nuances that had always threatened to spill over before.

“Maybe you should start by getting a little closer,” you replied with a playful smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly. The moment became a game of push and pull, of uncertainty and trust, and you sensed the thrill of whatever this new relationship would develop into.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in just a fraction more, hands sliding around your waist as he guided you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “But first… I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.”

With that, he pressed his lips back to your neck, continuing from where he had left off. His kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of soft warmth in their wake. You felt yourself melt further into him, the gentle caress of his lips igniting something deep within you. He pressed delicate kisses along your collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin just enough for your body to arch toward him instinctively, craving more of that tempting warmth.

“See? Starting to warm up already,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. The playful jab at your state of being only fanned the flames of excitement within you, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.

“Well, you do have a talent for it,” you admitted, the sincerity slipping past your lips almost involuntarily, making the air between you thrum with an electric current. The tension built with each second, the dynamic between you evolving, creating a bond that was undeniably deeper than anything you could have foreseen.

“I’ll admit my skills have improved,” he said, a hint of arrogance dancing in his tone, even as sincerity glimmered beneath. “But I’m only getting started.” The promise was there, thick and palpable, hanging between you as you surrendered to the warmth of the moment.

His hands found their way back to your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as he continued to explore, igniting every nerve ending as he worked to pull you close again. You looked into his eyes, your heart racing even faster now, the thrill of the unfamiliar territory you were both navigating washing over you like gentle waves.

“Then what’s next?” you challenged softly, the breath caught in your throat as you relished the newfound confidence in the burgeoning connection between you.

Sam's eyes sparkled with playful intent as he leaned back slightly, studying you in a way that sent a fresh thrill of anticipation cascading through your core. “Next? Oh, I think it’s time we find out just how well we really work together,” he replied, a teasing smirk spreading across his features.

As you gazed into his eyes, your heartbeat steadying in the newfound intimacy beneath the teasing nature of your interactions, you realized that every hopeful promise lingered on the horizon, waiting patiently for you both to explore the depths of your connection fully. And with Sam, you felt ready to meet whatever came next, eager for the journey that lay ahead.

The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

The charged atmosphere crackled around you, filled with unspoken potential as you looked into Sam’s playful eyes. Something had shifted palpably between you, and neither of you could ignore the deeper undercurrents swirling just beneath the surface. Your hearts were racing, and for once, the playful antics of your past rivalries felt like a backdrop to something more profound.

“I mean, you’ve built yourself up some kind of reputation,” you teased softly, your tone lightening but the glimmer of seriousness still dancing in your gaze. “You can’t keep throwing those kinds of challenges at me without backing them up. If you really think you can impress me, then this is your chance to show me exactly what you can do.”

The moment those words passed your lips, his expression transformed. The lazy grin that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth widened, an almost playful arrogance lighting in his eyes, as if he were savoring the bait you had thrown out. “Oh, I intend to,” he replied, voice low and smooth, brimming with an irresistible confidence that sent another rush of warmth through you.

With that, he shifted closer, clearing the distance yet again. He lowered his head slightly, and you felt the air between you thrum with anticipation. It had been mere seconds, but those seconds stretched like a taut string, threatening to snap at any moment. Just as you started to breathe in the excitement of it all, you felt the soft brush of his lips against your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine.

Sam took his time, mapping out a path along your skin, his lips just gentle enough to tease. Each kiss was calculated, deliberate, as if he were thoroughly studying you, learning every respond you had to give. You could sense the playful teasing from earlier morph into something far more intimate, a current of desire threading through the moment that held you both captive.

As he kissed your neck, you felt him graze his teeth over your skin, a sensation that left a pulse of warmth in its wake. It was playful yet sensual, a dynamic based on that unyielding tension as he explored the tender spots where your heartbeat quickened. “You like that?” he murmured, the breath of his words ghosting over your skin, rich with the promise of more yet to come.

Your response was a mix of breathy laughter and a quiet sigh that betrayed how incredibly aware you were of him. The familiarity of Sam’s teasing ways, once infuriating, now turned tantalizing and precisely what you craved. “You keep this up, and I might just be convinced,” you teased back, fighting to keep your voice steady as you savored the sensations stirring within you.

He chuckled against your throat, the sound reverberating through your body as his lips continued their exploration. The teasing had settled into a rhythm that was undeniably enchanting, cocooning you both in a world of your own. “Oh, just you wait,” he replied, his voice a rich whisper laced with the earnestness of a promise.

With each kiss, each gentle graze of his teeth, the memories of past rivalry evaporated, melting away into something warmer. You could feel the invisible walls you had both built slowly crumbling, each brush of his lips allowing you to let go of everything you had held onto before. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket, shielding you from your scattered thoughts and fears alike.

As he continued to explore the curves of your neck, you surrendered to the delicious blend of his kisses and gentle nibbles, losing yourself in the sensation. The exhilaration of feeling desired mingled with the warmth radiating from him, drawing you deeper into a space you had always wondered about but feared venturing into. Realizing how much you had wanted this connection made it all the more intoxicating.

Sam’s kisses traced up to your jawline, lingering there for just a moment as he paused, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your face. You could feel the rapid thrum of your heart, responding eagerly to this new chapter between you, where tension had given way to tenderness. The heady mix of his teasing smirk and the palpable depth of feeling ignited a fire within you, urging you both to delve further.

“You really think you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, before darting in to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth, holding the unspoken promise there suspended in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You took a steady breath, feeling the heat radiating from both your bodies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling insightfully around as you gazed into his eyes, searching for the sincerity behind his playful exterior. “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, your vulnerability stark yet thrilling. “But I’m more than willing to find out.”

With that, Sam held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, and there was an understanding there, an acknowledgment of stepping into uncharted waters together. He was no longer just that familiar rival; he was something far more tantalizing—a partner in a venture that promised adventure and exploration.

As he leaned in again, drawing you closer, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all that came next, ready to break down the last remnants of your former selves and dive boldly into the warmth that beckoned, enveloped deeply in the promise of discovery.

Sam’s eyes glinted with mischief and undeniable warmth as he leaned closer, closing the space between you. He let out a low, approving hum that reverberated in your chest, igniting an exhilarating mix of affection and anticipation. The sound stirred something deep within you, a thrill that sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. There was an undeniable power in those playful moments, a pull that beckoned you to lean into what lay ahead.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your sides as he slowly began to pull it over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing you to the warmth of the room, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly at the sudden exposure. It was a sharp contrast, heightened by the intimacy that flowed between you both in that moment.

“You know,” he teased, a playful lilt in his voice, “I could warm you up as quickly as I can.” His eyes roamed over you, filled with equal parts admiration and playful challenge, and the implication of his words sent another flutter through your heart.

Your breath hitched, the teasing nature of his tone wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you in the very intimacy you both craved. “Oh, is that so?” you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence even as your cheeks flushed with warmth. The playful aura of your previous debates was still there, but now it acted as a backdrop to something profoundly deeper, a thrilling chess match where desire marked each strategic move.

“Absolutely,” he replied, inching closer as he let the shirt fall to the side. The intensity in his gaze could have melted ice, and the mere thought of his promise hung tantalizingly in the air. “But I think you might need to take those shivers away first. Tell me, what would make you warmer?”

There was a breathless challenge in his tone, and you could sense the inquiry was layered—an invitation not just for physical closeness but for vulnerability. You swallowed hard, heart racing at the thought of what you were both beginning to explore, a territory ripe with emotional and physical nuances that had always threatened to spill over before.

“Maybe you should start by getting a little closer,” you replied with a playful smirk of your own, tilting your head slightly. The moment became a game of push and pull, of uncertainty and trust, and you sensed the thrill of whatever this new relationship would develop into.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in just a fraction more, hands sliding around your waist as he guided you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “But first… I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.”

With that, he pressed his lips back to your neck, continuing from where he had left off. His kisses trailed lower, leaving a path of soft warmth in their wake. You felt yourself melt further into him, the gentle caress of his lips igniting something deep within you. He pressed delicate kisses along your collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin just enough for your body to arch toward him instinctively, craving more of that tempting warmth.

“See? Starting to warm up already,” he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, the mischief in his eyes undeniable. The playful jab at your state of being only fanned the flames of excitement within you, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly.

“Well, you do have a talent for it,” you admitted, the sincerity slipping past your lips almost involuntarily, making the air between you thrum with an electric current. The tension built with each second, the dynamic between you evolving, creating a bond that was undeniably deeper than anything you could have foreseen.

“I’ll admit my skills have improved,” he said, a hint of arrogance dancing in his tone, even as sincerity glimmered beneath. “But I’m only getting started.” The promise was there, thick and palpable, hanging between you as you surrendered to the warmth of the moment.

His hands found their way back to your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as he continued to explore, igniting every nerve ending as he worked to pull you close again. You looked into his eyes, your heart racing even faster now, the thrill of the unfamiliar territory you were both navigating washing over you like gentle waves.

“Then what’s next?” you challenged softly, the breath caught in your throat as you relished the newfound confidence in the burgeoning connection between you.

Sam's eyes sparkled with playful intent as he leaned back slightly, studying you in a way that sent a fresh thrill of anticipation cascading through your core. “Next? Oh, I think it’s time we find out just how well we really work together,” he replied, a teasing smirk spreading across his features.

As you gazed into his eyes, your heartbeat steadying in the newfound intimacy beneath the teasing nature of your interactions, you realized that every hopeful promise lingered on the horizon, waiting patiently for you both to explore the depths of your connection fully. And with Sam, you felt ready to meet whatever came next, eager for the journey that lay ahead.

The playful atmosphere crackled with tension, a current of desire flowing between you as Sam’s teasing words hung in the air like a spell you both were leaning toward breaking. That need was only intensifying, and with a sudden surge of boldness, you reached behind his head and pulled out the hair tie that had kept Sam’s hair neatly secured earlier.

With a flick of your wrist, the hair tie sailed through the air, landing softly on the floor—a tangible token of the playful game you both had been engaging in. Sam raised an eyebrow, his teasing smirk morphing into a look of curiosity as he processed your unexpected move. Unfazed, you narrowed the distance between you, a spark of mischief dancing in your eyes.

Without wasting another moment, your fingers eagerly found their way into the soft strands of his hair. The sensation was electrifying, and as you tangled your fingers in the silky locks, you felt an exhilaration bubbling to the surface of your skin. A soft tug accompanied your movement, gently pulling him closer as you leaned into him, wanting to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Sam’s breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips at the gentle tug of your fingers. It was unexpected—a sound that sent a jolt of surprise through you. The deep timbre of his voice resonated in your chest, echoing the heat of the moment and adding a whole new layer to the intimacy unfolding between you. “Oh,” he breathed, his eyes widening slightly, catching the surprise flickering across your face.

You hadn’t anticipated such an immediate reaction from him; the way his body responded so eagerly to your touch sent a ripple of satisfaction through you. Encouraged by that stirring sound, you began to pull gently, relishing the way he leaned into your hand, inviting you to explore deeper into this newfound territory.

“Looks like someone enjoys a little bit of a rough touch,” you teased softly, your heart racing at the unexpected turn of events. The boldness of your actions stirred something primal within you, urging you to explore the wild side of this connection that seemed to pulse between you both.

Sam chuckled softly, albeit breathlessly, a hint of embarrassment mixing with the devilish grin that emerged on his lips. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” he quipped, eyes glinting with mischief anew. But there was more than just the playful challenge in the depths of his gaze; there was a tangible hunger, an invitation to dive deeper into the whirlwind you were creating together.

As your fingers continued to thread through his hair, you felt a new kind of power surging within you—the delightful surge of camaraderie mixed with something else entirely, something daring and entirely yours to explore. You reveled in the feel of his soft hair brushing against your palms, the deepening connection developing between you that felt unique to this moment. You wanted to push boundaries, to see just how far you could go while discovering each other anew.

With each gentle pull, you watched as Sam’s eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensations coursing through him. The sight of him surrendering to the sensations gave you an intoxicating rush—his reactions were your fuel, igniting an unquenchable thirst for more.

“You’re gonna use that against me, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice low and laden with challenge, sending a thrill through you with the implication of your role in his arousal. The question hung between you, warm and inviting, transforming that playful rivalry into something filled with urgent promise.

“Oh, absolutely ” you replied, a sultry smile curving your lips as a newfound determination blossomed. You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his, the thrill of impending intimacy heightening the charged atmosphere brimming with excitement.

His lips brushed against yours, before you began to graze your own against the sensitive skin of his neck, the taste of skin igniting a flame that consumed you both. Sam let out another quiet moan, more pronounced this time, and the sound sent delightful chills racing down your spine. The way his body responded ignited something deep within you, urging you to take this moment to new heights.

With encouragement echoing in that sweet sound, you intensified your efforts, marking him softly with kisses, tracing your way up to his jawline, leaving trails of warmth over his skin. “You know, I think I could get used to this little game,” you murmured against his neck, the words tumbling out with a teasing lilt.

His lips parted to respond, but instead, a low groan escaped him as you tugged on his hair once more, savoring that raw response—the simple, unfiltered pleasure that spilled from him with each subtle movement.

“Yeah? You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?” he managed to say, but the teasing lilt in his tone faded momentarily, replaced by something deeper, more primal, as your mouth continued its exploration.

You smiled at his playful remark, and a renewed sense of purpose flooded through you. Grasping his hair a bit firmer now, you enjoyed the rush of power that came with every gentle pull. “Oh, I plan to keep surprising you,” you replied softly, as you drove your kisses down his neck, your heart racing in tandem with your fervent resolve to fully indulge in this connection.

With every kiss you gave, every gentle tug of his hair, Sam seemed to melt against you further, his heartbeat echoing in rhythm with the passion that was building up. You were crossing uncharted lines together, marking new territory in ways that felt thrilling and transformative, building the kind of intimacy that had previously only existed in dreams.

As you continued to explore each other, with every whisper of your lips against his skin, the world around you fell away, leaving just the intoxicating connection that was growing stronger with each breath. The cabin held the warmth of the fire, but it was the heat radiating from both of you—two rivals turned partners in this daring venture—igniting every intimate corner of your hearts, urging you both to delve even deeper into the possibilities that lay before you. Time stretched, boundless and inviting, as the night unfolded like a beautiful promise, a secret waiting to be uncovered, moment by moment, touch by touch.

With your bold moves seeming to ignite something primal within Sam, the atmosphere in the cabin shifted as the balance of power began to tilt. The playful tension gave way to an intensified connection, one that radiated from him in waves of warmth and desire. You’d drawn him in, and now you could feel a new determination simmering beneath his teasing smirks—one that left your pulse racing in anticipation.

With a low chuckle, he leaned back slightly, assessing the moment with an intensity that sent a thrill straight to your core. “Alright, I think it’s my turn to take charge,” he declared, his voice a deep rumble that stirred excitement inside you.

Before you had a chance to respond, he gently but firmly guided you onto your back, your body sinking into the softness of the cabin floor. The chill in the air was juxtaposed against the fiery heat radiating between you, and your heart skipped a beat as he settled between your legs, the intensity of his gaze unwavering, filled with desire and a fierce protectiveness that made your breath catch.

He started at your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the collarbone, savoring the way your skin warmed beneath his lips. Each careful kiss felt like a promise, a quiet reverie shared between you both as he began to snake his way down, taking his time to explore and tease you, as hands slipped carefully under your back to keep you close.

Sam’s lips traveled slowly from the tender spot at the base of your neck, kissing his way down your torso. As his mouth glided over your skin, you could feel every pulse of heat, your core tightening with each soft caress. The way he nurtured each kiss felt almost reverential, as if he was worshipping you in this moment, drawing out every ounce of pleasure with a tenderness that enveloped you like a warm embrace.

The anticipation held you captive, and it wasn’t long before Sam reached the delicate curvature of your waist, where his mouth paused for just a heartbeat—the briefest moment suspended in time. His gaze flickered up to yours, silently asking for reassurance, wanting to ensure that you were still comfortable, still willing to delve deeper into this newfound intimacy.

Feeling the weight of his gaze, you nodded, a breathless affirmation as your heart raced in response. “I’m okay,” you whispered, encouraging him with the sincerity of your voice, urging him to continue. In that split second, it felt as if everything spiraled down to a singular truth: you wanted him, wanted this, with every fiber of your being.

With a soft, satisfied smile, he resumed his exploration, nuzzling further down your body with an eager intensity. His kisses trailed lower and lower, the warmth of his mouth leaving sparks of electric sensation lingering in their wake. When his lips finally brushed against the soft fabric of your pants, he pressed a delicate kiss just above the waistband, sending shivers cascading through your body.

And then, with a smooth, deliberate motion, he peeled away the final barriers that separated you. The sudden cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth, and your breath quickened in response, anticipation coiling tightly within you.

His mouth found you directly, kissing you softly at first, taking his time to taste and explore, as his tongue flicked teasingly against your skin. You gasped at the sensation, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him closer as waves of pleasure began to swell from that tantalizing point of contact.

“Oh God, Sam,” you breathed, a mixture of urgency and delight threading through your voice as he responded to the sound of your pleasure. Every lick, every gentle pull made you arch your back, drawing him further in, completely lost in the heady grip of sensation. The pressure built steadily, fueled by the way you could feel him sinking deeper into his own rhythm.

He continued to focus on drawing out your pleasure, his mouth nipping and teasing, savoring the gasps he elicited from you as he explored every sensitive spot. You could feel the tension gathering, pleasure building, and it was as if the world outside melted away into oblivion—only the two of you existed in that electric moment.

Your hands entwined in his hair naturally, holding him against you, anchoring yourself to the sweet warmth of him while urging him forward. “Please, don’t stop,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper, craving more of the deliberate attention he was giving you.

He responded in kind, a deep, reverberating hum vibrating through him, igniting the connection that spurred you both on. With fervor, he increased the pace, every lick and swirl of his tongue working magic on you until you felt as if you were teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

The sensations intermingled, a symphony of throbbing bliss that enveloped your senses as Sam devoted himself fully to your pleasure. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating dance of skin on skin, breath against body, heartbeats synchronized in wild rhythm.

You were lost in it, surrendered to the rawness of the moment—a voyage of exploration that had traversed from rival banter to heartfelt intimacy, heat pooling low in your belly until it felt like an insatiable fire begging to be fanned to life. Sam’s skillful ministrations sent you spiraling into a realm beyond your previous understanding, glinting with the promise of everything yet to come.

It was no longer play; it was raw connection, an embrace of everything you had both been craving, a freedom that bound you together amidst the intimate boundaries of your desires.

“Sam!” Your voice broke through, filled with urgency, pleading for more as you felt that powerful tide rise inexorably. And through it all, you could sense his unwavering commitment to this moment, to you, as he continued to explore and elicit every ache of desire, drawing you ever closer to that blissful release…

As the waves of pleasure washed over you, fragile bursts of ecstasy rippling through every nerve ending, you felt Sam’s dedication fueling the fire simmering low in your belly. Every touch, his mouth working its magic, grounded you in the moment—a shared intimacy that felt both intoxicating and serene. But just as you felt on the cusp of something profound, Sam pulled back slightly, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

Panting softly, his eyes focused intently on yours, he searched for something deeper, a silent assurance that you were ready for the next step. “Are you sure?” he murmured, voice low and filled with an earnestness that sent a warm flutter through your heart. It was a question that held both weight and tenderness, a simple inquiry layered with unspoken vulnerability and respect for the space between you.

You nodded, your breath catching as you gazed back at him, filled with a deeper understanding of the path before you. “I’m sure, Sam. I want this,” you assured him, your voice a soft whisper layered with sincerity. The connection felt electric, your bodies nearly humming with the energy coursing between you, ready to bridge the gap that held you apart.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, relief washing over him, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, then trailing sweetly down to your lips. As his mouth brushed against yours, it was tender—each touch a promise, each kiss a testament to the journey that had led you both here. You could feel his warmth radiating, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and affection.

With deliberate care, Sam’s hands moved to your waist, fingers splaying against your skin as he pulled you closer. His touch was gentle, exploring the contours of your body as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes remaining locked on yours—an unspoken conversation that held the promise of newfound intimacy. The world around you faded further, leaving only the soft rhythm of your breaths mingling in the air, hearts racing in unison.

Taking a deep breath, he allowed a moment of stillness to envelop you both. You could feel the anticipation humming in the air, spreading electric warmth between your bodies. And then, slowly, carefully, he began to push himself into you, maintaining that softness that pulsed with tender intensity.

The sensation was overwhelming, the culmination of all those playful encounters turning into something deep and meaningful as he entered you. It felt as though time slowed, allowing you to savor every moment—a symphony of sensation that resonated within the very depths of your being. He paused, allowing you to adjust, the gentleness of his movements a beautiful contrast to the boundless desire that simmered between you.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmured, concern woven through his words, and you nodded slightly, finding comfort in the gentle strength he embodied. “Just like this…we’ll go slow,” he added, his voice a soothing balm infused with warmth.

You felt the tension in your body ease as he held the gentle pace, inching deeper while his lips found their way back to yours, kissing you softly as if to ground you in that moment. Sam’s hands roamed tenderly over your skin, caressing your arms, your sides, igniting tingling sensations that lingered long after he had touched you.

Each movement was deliberate, filled with a sweet tenderness that held you close, mirrored by the soft kisses that fell like whispers upon your skin. You felt cherished, respected, and deeply connected, the world shrinking around you until it was just the two of you, enveloped in your private sanctuary forged from trust and growing intimacy.

The soft kisses traveled from your lips to your cheeks, trailing down to your neck, each lingering touch a reminder of his presence. He took his time, savoring the sensation of you beneath him, exploring just how your body responded to his movements, learning the rhythm that matched your needs.

And as he finally settled fully into you, you felt a rush of warmth and satisfaction unfurl deep within, every nerve alive and tingling with the beautiful connection forming between you. It was everything you had anticipated and more—fiery passion tempered by a tenderness that soothed and ignited.

You could feel the world beyond fading completely, leaving just the two of you, intertwined in a dance that felt both sacred and exhilarating. Your bodies aligned in a rhythm as he gently rocked into you, each movement eliciting soft gasps mingled with breaths of pleasure.

“Just like this…” he murmured again, his voice a tantalizing mix of longing and affection, as if he were echoing your own thoughts. With each push, his hands held you in a loving embrace, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, illumination of everything you were sharing. You reveled in the sensations, surrendering to the intimacy that flowed between you, feeling utterly safe in this moment.

The kisses continued, soft and lingering, as though he were mapping out each reaction your body made, the connection solidifying with every gentle caress. Time slipped away, giving room for the connection to deepen until it was an unspoken promise—one of exploration and understanding, a willingness to cherish this unfolding chapter you were writing together.

In this sacred space, with breathless whispers and shared laughter, vulnerability transformed into strength, radiating love as deep as the universe, bonding you both in a way that felt destined. It was a beginning—a cherry blossom in full bloom—one that promised endless possibilities beyond the warmth of this moment. And together, you knew you were ready to embrace every beautiful second of it.

As the rhythm of your bodies settled into a beautiful cadence, you felt your breath hitch slightly, the sensations coursing through you becoming a melody of pleasure. Leaning your head back against the soft pillow, you surrendered fully to the moment, yielding to the warmth that enveloped you both. The world beyond faded further into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe—a sanctuary built from trust, vulnerability, and an undeniable magnetic pull.

Sam seized the opportunity, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck, planting soft kisses that ignited fresh waves of sensation. Each kiss was a gentle reminder of his presence, exploring the sensitive skin beneath your chin, trailing to the delicate slope of your collarbone. His mouth was warm and inviting, and the tenderness resonated within you, deepening the connection you had both crafted so instinctively.

“God, you’re incredible,” he breathed against your skin, and with that simple phrase, you felt an electrifying rush wash over you, his admiration enveloping you like a comforting embrace. It was a moment suspended in time, where every feeling intertwined, stitching together moments of passion and profound care.

The kisses continued, soft and sweet, every touch deliberate as he relished in the intimacy of your shared experience. You could feel the waves of pleasure ebb and flow with every gentle thrust, but it was those lingering kisses—each one a testament to the depth of your connection—that truly made your heart swell. The combination of sensation and the affection in his eyes tethered you to this very moment, keeping you grounded in the magic of what was happening.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, filled with the unyielding need to keep this moment intact, as if time itself could rewrite infinity. And Sam answered with a soft smile, one that illuminated his features and settled warmth in your chest.

As the intensity built to a gentle crescendo, savoring every second, you reached your peak together, a mutual sigh escaping your lips, echoing the shared bliss that enveloped you both. It was breathtaking, intimate, a crescendo that wrapped around you like the softest of blankets, leaving you trembling in its wake.

Gradually, as the waves of pleasure receded, so too did the intensity. Sam slowed to a gentle rhythm, drawing out the last shimmers of ecstasy, until finally, he brought himself to a stillness. You both remained intertwined, the air thick with unspoken words, breaths mingling as you came down together from the heights, embracing the softness of the moment.

With a tender smile, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, securing you against his chest. The warmth and solidity of him felt like home, a refuge where you could truly let go and rest. You nestled into him, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart, a comforting counterpoint to the lingering bursts of sensation that still fluttered throughout your body.

“Perfect,” you sighed contentedly, feeling completely safe in his embrace, your head resting just beneath his chin. It was the kind of contentment that wrapped around your heart, lingering like the afterglow of candlelight, flickering yet steady, filling the room with an undeniable warmth.

Sam tightened his hold, finding a rhythm in your shared breathing. The world outside faded completely now, leaving only the soft sounds of your breaths and the quiet rustle of fabric as you settled in even closer. He placed a gentle kiss atop your head, a sweet gesture that spoke volumes—an assurance that this moment, this connection, held an irreplaceable significance.

In that comforting silence, you felt threads of possibility weaving between you, spawning dreams of what else might lie ahead. But for now, nestled against him, you were content to simply be—two hearts beating as one in the tranquil refuge you had created.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the warmth and safety of Sam’s presence, surrendering to the bliss of the moment. With the weight of the world dissipating into nothing, you drifted into a soft slumber, cocooned in the love that surrounded you both, knowing that you had stepped into something beautiful and transformative together. And as you did, the last echoes of intimacy lingered in the tender warmth of his arms, a promise of many more moments to come.

Literally I love the way you draw Josh oh my god

Josh with cheese

this art has a funny backstory and caused someone to unfollow me and kick me out of an art competition LOL

Thee kiddos