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Pumpkin Spice

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: It wasn’t Halloween if you didn’t carve pumpkins. Well, that’s what your best friend, Josh insisted on every year. To you, it didn’t matter what you were doing as long as it was with him. The night had started off like any other, but quickly evolved as feelings you weren’t aware of, or willing to accept before, were suddenly brought to the surface.

Word Count: 11k

AN: This is the first installment of our Halloween Collection. Since this is a collaboration, please make sure to also send feedback and support to the wonderful miss Allie @ageofnations . We had lots of fun putting this together and hope you all do as well 🧡

**Disclaimer: Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. We do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.**

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, NSFW/18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI! (Sexually explicit content: unprotected penetrative sex, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, choking, praise, orgasm denial, super slight spit kink, if we missed anything please let us know!)

The faded, more-than-loved oversized flannel that made its appearance each fall brushed against your skin, wrapping your body like a familiar hug, comforting you in its simple pleasure.

The apartment was quickly filling up with the aroma of the warm vanilla and pumpkin candle that you had recently bought on one of your shopping outings. A collection of fuzzy blankets and throws littered the small couch, giving you something to snuggle with while watching your favorite movies.

You took an incredible amount of joy decorating the modest living space with the seasonal and Halloween themed knick-knacks collected over the years. Your Friday night was starting to feel calm, peaceful even.

As comforting as your place had become, there was something that was still making you restless. You were fidgeting with the items displayed across your coffee table, trying not to look at your phone every five seconds. He wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t perfect. He had seen your place in its worst condition many times over, but you needed something to focus on so you could push the anxiety you had been feeling recently.

He’d never admit to you that his hands were shaking as he put the car in drive, departing from his place to yours. He’d never tell you that he almost turned the car around, almost too nervous to keep his word that he’d spend time with you for the first time in what felt like ages. He’d certainly never let it show that you had begun to consume every waking thought, and live in each of his dreams at night.

When you were apart, everything reminded him of you. When you were together, he ached for you. Wishing he could tell you how he felt, but too afraid to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. He wanted to tell you how much he loved when you hummed along to music, lost in your own world and careless that anyone could hear. To let you know that the sound of your laughter played in his head whenever he thought of you. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Where his glances lingered too long and how he craved your touch non-stop, you were simply existing in ignorant bliss.

He had accepted that this was the way things would be. You, completely oblivious to his longing, hopeless pining as you continued to cherish his friendship and affection. Knowing he would rather have you like this than not at all, the thought of losing you terrified him. There was a point where he decided that a few weeks away might help. The break from you could bring him back to reality, to maybe see you as only a “friend”. It only seemed to make it worse. His time away from you only solidified that he cared about you more than you knew.

You of course questioned how distant he was. It pained him not to tell you the truth when you asked if you had done something wrong. If he had been upset with you somehow. When you finally asked for him to spend time with you tonight, he couldn’t refuse. He missed you in more ways than you could imagine, and he had to make up for the time he lost. He had to show you that he was sorry for ever making you think you were the problem, that you deserved every ounce of his time. He wanted to even show you that this “break” didn’t stop the thoughts of wanting you from entering his mind. He felt guilty, selfish for them.

His brothers knew it. Hell, he was convinced everyone saw it but you. Especially Jake. It was the unspoken topic, the elephant in the room up until recently. He had always brushed off his twin’s advice, but the conversation they had shared earlier in the week changed things for him.

“Stop sulking and just fucking ask her out already.”

Josh lifted his head from the journal laid on the table in front of him, seeing his twin padding over to the fridge. He rummaged momentarily and retrieved a beer before he shut the door, a bit too harshly than intended, but he didn’t flinch.

“Huh?” He blinked at Jake.

Jake motioned to the open book that Josh had been scribbling in, a hobby that he had taken up much more often upon not seeing you as much. Jake huffed. “You’ve been pouting for two weeks. Make a move or get over it.”

“I just can’t-“

“Why?” Jake groaned, cutting off his brother’s weak excuse.

“Because. We’re friends and I don’t want to fuck that up, okay? What if it ruins things? What if she doesn’t have those feelings? It will never be the same.”

He hummed in thought, sucking his teeth before answering, “I think you underestimate how much she likes you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it for a second. She hasn’t seriously dated anyone with you constantly attached to her at the hip for like the last five years. And I don’t know if you’re ignoring her or what, but she’s been blowing my phone up all week asking about you. Even texting Sam. Sam! Of all people. I’m telling you, she’s into you.”

Josh was in denial about the idea. He wasn’t sure he could ever build up the courage to see you again so soon if he thought that you felt the same way. “I think you’re reading too far into it.”

“Whatever. Just man the fuck up and do something about it before she comes to her senses and dates someone else for fuck’s sake”

The interaction stewed for several days, and he replayed it in his mind as he gripped the steering wheel. Every word. Every touch, Every glance you gave had a new meaning to him. Was Jake right? Was there something more to it?

The possibility alone intensified his impulses. But by the time he had come close enough to obey them, to finally turn around and make an elaborate excuse as to why he bailed out on your plans, he was in your driveway.

He had never been too fond of his acting skills. Sure, he had done theatre, it was something he enjoyed and had even wanted to pursue as a career at some point, but he still found it difficult to believe those that praised him for his abilities. Even after receiving leading roles in whatever production he was involved in, he never thought he was the most qualified for the job. But this… whatever this was with you… he was proud of. Every day with you, every interaction, was its own production. And he somehow managed to put up an act every time. This was a dress rehearsal, a gig that as long as he performed well, he’d be able to keep you around.

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“A little help here!” A voice, broken with heavy breathing, called out into your apartment.

You had expected him, of course. You had been looking forward to seeing him for the first time in what felt like forever, tonight seemingly the only thing you had been anticipating all week. But that didn’t make his boisterous arrival any less alarming.

“Josh!” You gasped, clutching at your chest as if to keep your frantically beating heart within the walls of your sternum. “Don’t you knock anymore?!”

You made your way around the corner of the living room, shifting your view to your best friend laughing as he set the items down at your kitchen table with a heavy thud.

“Oh I’m sorry, was I not carrying two heavy ass pumpkins and the fucking liquor up three flights of stairs?” He motioned to the two giant pumpkins, catching one as it tried to roll off the edge of the table.

“Whatever,” you scoffed. “I could have been indecent or something.”

The tone of his voice shifted into a teasing nature, “Indecent?”

“You know, like, I could have been walking around my apartment naked.”

Just as it left your mouth, you wished you could reel it back in. He wasn’t one to let an opportunity to poke fun at you slip past him.

“You walk around naked in your apartment?” He laughed again, with his back still facing you.

Even though he couldn’t see you roll your eyes, he could hear the attitude in your tone, “Shut up.”

And when he finally turned towards you, even though it was slight, you felt your eyes widen as you spotted it. The new patches of hair above his upper lip and chin.

Without a second thought, you reached out, “Excuse me?!” You brushed the hair with your fingertips, checking if what you were seeing was actually real or if you had just imagined it. “I don’t see you for a few weeks and this is what happens?”

Josh knew his body froze for a moment as your fingers grazed against his skin. He knew that his breathing faltered, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost himself in your touch. He wanted to grab your hand, to keep it still when your fingertips brushed against his lips.

If only you knew how every fleeting graze made his heart race wildly within his chest. He thought he had mastered covering up his feelings for you, but in recent months it had become more difficult. And right now, it was completely, utterly, entirely unavoidable.

If you only knew that he had spent hours today passing in front of the mirror, anxiously fixating on the new growth of hair on his face. Worried that you would hate it, but maybe even more worried about if you would like it. He imagined over and over what your reaction would be.

At first, he was nervous when you gasped at the sight, but even through your teasing, he saw the small smirk break through the facade. He saw that same look of intrigue, of pure amazement, that occurred when you were engrossed in a new book. The hesitant wonder as you tried on an outfit that might have been slightly out of your comfort zone, yet still looked just as good on you as he knew it would. It was a familiar face, but he had never been this close while experiencing it.

If this is what it took, if this was his only option in getting to have you this close, he’d do it all the time. He’d never shave, he’d grow a beard if it meant you’d react this way. He’d do anything if he knew it would be the only time he’d feel the soft tips of your fingers padding along his face.

“You don’t like it?” He took a step back, mainly so he wouldn’t get too much in his own head, and stroked the hair.

“I hate it.” You tried to speak with sincerity, but the smirk you had tried to hide finally broke through. It certainly wasn’t your favorite look, but you definitely didn’t hate it - no matter how much you wanted to.

“Maybe you can forgive me? I did bring you a peace offering.” Josh’s smirk made you suspicious almost instantly. He turned momentarily, digging into the brown paper bag and pulling out a bottle of Fireball whiskey. It seemed as if its logo were taunting you, the iconic red demonic fire-breathing dragon tempting you with bad decisions.

“You did not.” You fought the smile that was tugging at the corner of your lips.

“What?” He questioned defensively. “I thought it was fitting for Halloween. Ya know, the cinnamon and all that shit?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but giggle at his thought process. “I think you just like seeing me suffer.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed, throwing an elbow into your arm before he crossed the kitchen. You watched him move through the space as if it were his own, almost entranced by how he seemed to fit in so easily here. It was natural. It was domestic. Even with time apart, he melded effortlessly back into your world as if he had never left.

Thinking about your time away made you feel downcast all over again. You loved having him around, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you. But you couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. Something had caused him to be distant, something he still hadn’t disclosed to you. It worried you.

“Hey…” you spoke gently while he had his back to you. He had been reaching for the shot glasses in your cabinet, but once he paused his actions and turned his cheek to you, you knew you grabbed his attention.

You hesitated before asking, almost afraid of the answer, but mostly feeling silly for needing the reassurance. “Are…are we okay?”

“Yeah…” He paused, and you noticed his eyes flick down to the counter as if he were avoiding making eye contact with you. He quickly tried to recover, correcting his tone with a more enthusiastic response and a soft, closed smile. “Yeah!” You knew this was an attempt to reassure you, but it didn’t even seem that he was convinced himself. There was a hint of sadness somewhere within his golden-honeyed irises.

“...Are you sure?” You tried again, making a mental note of how quickly he had resumed his task of retrieving the glasses.

“Of course,” he said before clearing his throat, breaking his gaze to the bottle in his hand as he picked at the plastic wrapper. You had known him long enough that he was stalling for something to say. “I think I’ve just been going through some things, ya know? Stuff I needed to work out.”

Josh rarely lied to you, if ever, but you also knew he wasn’t being completely honest either. He was still holding back. You considered pressing the issue, but you decided against it.

Before you could find what you should say next, he had made his way to you at the counter, holding two too-full shot glasses of Fireball with a seemingly forced smile on his face. You took the glass that he slid to you, but you didn’t dare drink it.

“I missed you.” The small admission seemed to melt the tension from his face instantly. The once, pained smile shifted, spreading into a full, toothy grin, allowing you to spot the slight gap between his teeth. One of the small features that made Josh, Josh.

“I missed you, too.”

You leaned over the counter, placing a hand on his before continuing, “Please don’t shut me out again. You know you can talk to me, right?”

He sighed, flicking his eyes down to your hand. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, good. Because if you ghost me again, I’m hunting you down myself.” You were only halfway joking, certain that you’d at least consider the idea of searching for him in the case that he became distant again.

“I doubt you could find me,” he teased smugly.

“Please,” you waved a dismissive hand at him. “You’re usually at one of three places. One of them includes my house.”

He laughed again, the sound was lighter, more genuine than it had been since he arrived. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t love it when I’m here.”

“A lady never reveals her secrets.”

He let your words linger in the air, allowing a moment of silence to fall between you. You didn’t mind, but you swore you could see the gears turning in his head while deep in thought. “So!” He cleared his throat, ”What are we celebrating?”

You hummed to yourself as you pondered the possibilities, raising your shot glass filled to the brim with whiskey into the air, “To our friendship through all these years, and not letting the small stuff get in the way. “

He clinked his glass into yours, “To friendship.” And as if he couldn’t resist the temptation, shouted out, “Bajabule!”

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As the night progressed, and many more shots were taken, you both migrated to the kitchen table. Your respective pumpkins sat in front of you, ready to be massacred. Music played throughout the apartment as you both tackled the evening’s project. The bottle of Fireball and plastic containers from your carryout littered the table within the mix of carving supplies you had gathered earlier.

However, there seemed to be very little actual carving being done. At least on Josh’s part. Compared to him, you had taken a vastly different approach to the activity. Instead of planning and transferring a design, you had opted to scoop out the guts of the pumpkin right away. A simple Jack-o-lantern was probably going to be your safest bet with the amount whiskey running through your system. But Josh, on the other hand, was being very precise about his project.

At first, you watched him flip through images on his phone, searching for something to inspire him. His pumpkin sat untouched in front of him while you continued cutting and popping out orange bits with your knife. But then, you noticed that he had stopped scrolling, his eyes now on you. At first, you thought nothing of it, but each time you broke your eyes from the pumpkin, you saw him watching.

“Josh.”

His eyes lifted to yours once he was able to blink away the daze he had been in. “Yeah?”

“I love you, but you’re starting to make me nervous when you stare at me like that,” you huffed as you continued to saw along the flesh of the pumpkin.

He stalled, picking at the edges of his phone case as he searched for an excuse for his staring, finally settling on, “Just making sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

He had been watching your hands carefully, admiring how precise each cut and movement was. However, it wasn’t due to anything other than his wandering thoughts. How soft your palms looked. How warm he imagined they would be as he held them. He found himself slipping back there, not even realizing that you had started speaking again.

“I think I can handle cutting into the top of a pumpkin. Besides, I’ve seen you with a knife. Not exactly the pinnacle of safety-” you stopped yourself, bringing your full attention to him and setting down your tools. “You’re still staring.”

There was no denying it, and with the way you were looking at him right now, you had begun to notice that there was something more to his actions.

He shrugged and began scrolling again. “Can’t help myself, mama.”

But that wasn’t it. Not entirely. Yes, he was admiring your effortless beauty. You would deny it, of course. It was the way you had your worn flannel rolled up to your elbows so you could work, that same flannel that he looked forward to seeing you wear every fall. It was one of your favorite articles of clothing, and upon seeing how comfortable you looked in it, it had quickly become one of his as well. It was the way your brows pulled together when you were deep in concentration, adamant about your craft being perfect. It was the way your nose scrunched as you wiggled the knife in your pumpkin, a small habit that you surely never noticed. The small things someone else might overlook, but he was careful to take in.

Josh sighed at the brief silence, choosing to change the subject before you could question him further. “Do you know the history of pumpkin carving?”

A breath of a laugh escaped you because of the randomness of his question. Of course, you didn’t know such a thing, but you knew that he was well on his way to explain every detail about it. Before you could shake your head in response, he had already begun his retelling of stories he’d been told, fables he had read over the years. He had gone on so long that you had gotten up from the table, taking a break from your project to clean up some of the mess in front of you. You began by taking a few carryout containers to the trash, but you continued listening to him, even glancing back at him with a smile occasionally.

“-So here we are, continuing the tradition of scaring away the soul of poor Jack,” he finished, making you giggle softly. There was something about how he could end such a comprehensive story with a silly remark that made you love him that much more.

“And what are you gonna carve into your pumpkin to scare him, Joshua?” You propped yourself against his side of the table and raised an eyebrow at him, poking fun at him for still not starting his carving.

He wasn’t sure if it was your tone, how close you were to him, or just the fact that it was you, but his cheeks pinkened. Suddenly bashful, he dropped his head. “I- I don’t know yet.”

“So you were just hoping to find creative inspiration once you got the knife in your hand?”

“Well… yes actually.”

His honesty made you tilt your head back in laughter. “You are so cute,” you teased, petting his head briefly before returning to the kitchen. “I hope you carve yours soon. I’m almost done and I feel like mine is gonna rot before you even start.”

As you cleaned off the tabletop and threw away the rest of the empty carryout boxes, you watched him from afar as he finally began to draw his design onto his pumpkin. He had a firm grip on the fruit, tipping it back as he meticulously etched onto its waxy surface. You could even see the tip of his tongue poking out the side of his mouth, indicating just how focused he really was. You smiled, cherishing how seriously he took anything with an artistic element to it.

You let Josh have the table to himself for a moment before you decided to return. It seemed as if the space between you helped him. He had been able to finally gather his thoughts to begin his design, and you didn’t want to interrupt him. You excused yourself for a water and bathroom break, taking as much time as you possibly could with such a task, but as you came back to him just now grabbing the knife for the first time, you groaned.

“Josh-” You whined, slightly frustrated and impatient, as you sat in your respective seat.

He waved you off. “Hold on. You can’t rush perfection, mama.”

“You know they don’t have to be perfect right? I doubt anyone will even be able to see them from my balcony”

You could see him sporting an expression that was meant to mock you, and he even muttered under his breath. “...Maybe I wanted it to be perfect for you”

“Huh?” You chuckled.

“I mean… um, I uh, I just want it to be perfect for you to see.”

Josh tore into the center of his pumpkin after finally removing the top. He pulled out handfuls of slimy seeds covered in stringy pulp into the large metal bowl that sat at the center of your kitchen table.

“You just gotta make sure you get-“ Josh huffed out until the metal spoon caught the lip of the pumpkin mid-scrape of an overly enthusiastic jerk of his arm, causing the innards to fling up into the air.

You flinched back and opened your eyes to see he was covered. Seeds and stringy pumpkin goo had splattered across his shirt, on his face, the wall behind him, and onto the kitchen floor.

“Shit!”

You stared at each other for a few seconds, processing what had just occurred. Laughter erupted from your chest. Alcohol was buzzing unapologetically through your system, and seeing him in such a state only made you laugh harder.

‘Come on!” you giggled, grabbing his arm to drag him down the hallway towards the bathroom.

His heels dug into the floor, and he pulled back from your grasp. Although it wasn’t enough to stop you. “I think a towel would be just fine-”

“Josh! You got it everywhere!”

He caught the door frame with his hand, bringing you to a halt, “I don’t think-“

“Get in here!” You gave one final tug and yanked him into the tiny bathroom, knocking him into you. The sudden collision made you stumble backward, but he caught your hips to steady you.

“Now what made you think you should wear a white shirt?”

If he told you it was because you complimented him on how good the white crew neck looked on him, you would have rolled your eyes. That’s how things were for him. Something as simple as a shirt. A thing that you probably didn’t think twice about. If it was what you liked, he made sure to wear it when he saw you just in hopes that the sweet praise would pass your lips once more.

“I dunno. Comfortable I guess,” he mumbled, tugging the fabric away from his stomach to inspect the damages.

“Well, it’s going to stain. Here.” You nudged his elbows, “Let’s get this off.”

You lifted Josh’s sweater, leaning up and balancing on your toes to pull it over his head. It was a simple task, nothing too daunting or out of the ordinary. But the alcohol in your system made the job much harder than necessary. You tried to keep your balance, but in doing so, most of your body ended up against his, pressing into his bare chest as he freed his arms from the long sleeves. It also made you highly aware that you had opted to not wear a bra under your flannel tonight.

He was warm. Soft. You could smell the Fireball that still lingered in his breath, the scent only muddling your mind a bit more. Your inebriation seemed to heighten each of the sensations you were experiencing, almost to the point that you lingered in his proximity. You almost didn’t want to break away from him.

You had shared many moments like this before. Throughout the years of your friendship, you had been close to him. Evenings spent on the couch tangled up together watching movies, the nearly lung-crushing hugs when you greeted each other and had even seen him shirtless like this before. Now as you stood in the small bathroom of your apartment, this felt different somehow.

Nervous laughter broke from you as your face flushed with intense heat, the sudden feeling almost blurring your vision. You remembered just where you were and just what you were doing. You instantly shifted back, breaking the contact to create space between you.

“I think someone’s drunk,” Josh giggled while his finger bopped the tip of your nose, bringing your focus back to him standing in front of you.

“I am not!” You tried to defend yourself, but the blush that spread across your cheeks made you look even more guilty. And the smirk on his face told you that he certainly noticed. You huffed at him before glancing at his messed-up hair. “Hold still.”

He rolled his eyes as you ran your fingers through his mane of curls in an attempt to fix them, still smiling at your drunkenness, but deciding to abandon his previous teasing.

“Just so you know, I don’t let anyone touch my hair but you,” he noted. His eyes fixed on your face, grazing over each of your features, watching you with glossy eyes.

“Does that mean I can take care of that squirrel on your face?” You teased back.

“You really don’t like it, do you?”

“It’s not ‘My’ Joshua. Used to your baby face,” you pouted. It probably wasn’t something you would have said sober, but you meant it.

He cocked a brow as his tongue wet his upper lip, “‘Your’ Joshua, huh?”

“You know what I mean! It’s just-it looks good but I don’t know…” You were rambling, “…it’s different I guess.”

He hummed at the thought. “I think you’ll change your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah. I hope so. For your sake.”

You dipped your fingers deeper, brushing against his scalp this time. An unexpected, breathy sigh fluttered from his lips as his eyes closed from the sensation.

Maybe you weren’t supposed to hear it. Maybe he hadn’t meant to make the noise in the first place. Maybe you were only imagining things, making up situations in the heat of the moment. But the idea of having such an effect on him, one that he couldn’t contain no matter how hard he tried, flustered you.

You didn’t realize you were staring in awe until he opened his eyes again, his breath still heavy from your fingers in his hair. His focus dropped to your lips, plump and slightly parted, before he looked back up at you.

His expression was calm, but he had abandoned the drunken antics you had shared before. The large, coffee-brown eyes looked over your features, as if trying to read your thoughts.

You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him and resume your task of cleaning him up, clearing your throat to regain your composure. You reached behind him, pressing into him once again to grab a washcloth. The sound of the hot water running over the cloth was the only relief from the deafening silence that filled the space around you. Your concentration fell onto working the soap into a lather, but his hand on your side made your focus shift again. Every quip, every touch, every sigh seemed to be a hint at something, but you were unsure of what. And that uncertainty only made your thoughts wander, this time to the point where you completely paused your movements.

He leaned in closer, his breath feeling extremely warm against your neck as he broke the silence. “Really,” he prompted in regards to the washcloth. “I don't think that’s necessary.”

You almost let yourself get embarrassed, sorry that you had even thought to make such a gesture, but you quickly realized that you had let his teasing get the best of you. You huffed in frustration at him.

“Josh, you have a pumpkin seed on your cheek.” You pulled back to look him in the eyes. “And on your forehead, in your hair-” you continued as you motioned to each area. “I think it’s very much necessary.”

He chuckled at your persistence and grabbed the damp cloth from you. “Sorry, mama. Guess I got a little carried away.”

“I’d say so.” You reached up to grab the stray seed from his curls after Josh began to wipe his face. The tasks were quick, and Josh finished before you, but as you finger-combed through the last portion of his hair, your fingers caught a knot, tugging the hair on accident. Josh let out what sounded like a soft moan, and quickly brought his hand to wrap around your wrist.

You froze, much too aware of the boundary you were treading on now. All night, you had worked to convince yourself that he was simply being nice, that the alcohol in both of your systems made you more reactive to his actions. That this was all in your head.

But now, you saw that you had been right all along. Something was shifting. There was… tension.

This was new, uncharted territory.

You searched his expression to see what your next step should be, but he seemed just as stunned as you, as if he was unaware that you had even heard him in the first place. You wanted to pull away from him, yet you also wanted to see where this would go. You wanted to escape from this situation, the suspense of the unknown, yet you also wanted to see where you’d land if you took it a step further.

But the anxiety was stronger than your urges, and the desire to retreat was almost too powerful to beat. You looked to his fingers wrapped around your wrist, the only thing keeping you in your place.

“Oh…uh,” you somehow managed to say. “I’m sorry.”

He sighed at your apology, eyes flickering back and forth from your eyes to your lips. “Mmm, don’t be.” His grip loosened to where you could control where you let your hand rest, but he never let go of you. You settled on taking a step - one that could still be considered platonic - by resting your palm against the base of his neck.

You stayed there for a while, in silence and staring at one another. You drank in his presence, rubbing your thumb absentmindedly along his jaw while he rubbed against the skin of your arm. Whatever boundary you were crossing with your friendship, he seemed to be right along with you. Holding your hand along the way, his strides in perfect timing with yours. He seemed okay with this, whatever this was. And with the way he was looking at you right now as if he were looking at one of the seven wonders of the world, you were on the same exact page.

“Josh…” Your voice was feeble, breathy. “Can I kiss you?”

You had taken the chance, betting on your ability to read the situation unfolding before you. Even so, you almost didn’t believe the words as they broke through the silence of the room.

You weren’t able to look into his eyes, afraid of the possibility of rejection. His voice matched yours, just as unsteady as yours had been, but his response was immediate. “Please.”

You leaned into him, closing the short distance between you. It felt as if time froze, standing still as you almost brought your lips to his. Something was holding you from just going for it completely. Your heart raced wildly within the walls of your chest, aching for the air you had forgotten to breathe.

He waited, or maybe was frozen himself, as you hovered over his lips. Was it too late to back out now? Has everything already changed?

“Y/n…” Josh whispered.

His fingers danced across your cheek with a feather-light touch, gentle and curious. They sank into the tresses of your hair and wrapped around the nape of your neck, guiding you into him.

His lips brushed yours, faint and cautious. The gentle, barely-there pecks revealed his hesitation, maybe out of worry that you would suddenly change your mind. That you might shove him off you and decide to throw him out of the apartment.

You wouldn’t, of course. You were practically vibrating against him and you wondered if he had felt it. Every one of your senses was hyper-focused on Josh, cutting out the world like it was really only the two of you in existence. You were still treading, testing the shallow waters of this new feeling with him.

You might have been lost in your own head when your teeth knocked into his. For a second, you were terrified you killed the moment, souring it with your awkwardness. Instead, he just giggled into your lips between soft kisses to the corners of your mouth. But that did very little to reassure you.

You both were panting, taken aback from what had just transpired and relishing in the warm sensation of your breath fanning on each other’s skin. He rested his forehead against yours, and a flash of worry fell upon you, afraid that the contact would make him privy to your thoughts. Your anxious habit of overthinking was bound to make itself known.

But the smile on his face said otherwise.

“You okay?” He whispered to you, not daring to speak too loud as if he’d scare you away.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out.

That’s when he finally caught on to the nerves evident in your voice. He seemed to tense up as his eyes widened.

“Shit, no you’re not, Y/N. You’re shaking. I’m so sorry, I-“

“No!” You interrupted, perhaps a hint too aggressively. You took a deep breath to regain yourself, correcting your tone in the process. “No, Josh, I- I liked it a lot. Can you-“ you paused, suddenly feeling too silly to finish your question. “Can I-“

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to push past the nerves and kiss him again like you wanted to. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of his lips on yours, and god did you need it.

Through your stuttering and glances at his lips, he seemed to pick up on what you wanted to ask. What you needed from him. Without a word, Josh smiled at you and nodded before finally closing the distance once more.

This kiss felt different than the first one. This kiss felt as if there were no more platonic boundaries left for you to cross. As if you both were made for this moment. As if you were finally in control over where this all led to.

The position of his hand on your neck tightened and his other resting on your hip to pull you in closer, his tongue flicked across your bottom lip, taking another stride into the unknown. You moaned unexpectedly, parting your mouth for him without realizing how much you truly wanted it. You welcomed it, yearned for him. When his tongue slipped across yours, it was reminiscent of a hot cup of cider on a chilly autumn morning, hints of cinnamon lingered in his mouth before melting into an unfamiliar sweetness, one that you would recognize as his.

Both of his hands were now on your neck, thumbs secured along your jaw with fingers tangled in your hair as he licked into you, tasting you. It had broken the seal. You found yourself now diving headfirst into the deep end, willing to explore what this was.

It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm with you, falling into an effortless dance. You didn’t even notice he had you pressed up against the sink until the hard edge hit your back.

You broke from his lips to plant kisses across his cheek, along his jaw, and then farther down to his neck. There was a new hunger building inside of you as your swollen lips trailed along his body. He started to grind his hips into you in response to you flicking your tongue to taste the saltiness of his skin.

“Fuck,” Josh whispered as your teeth grazed across the vulnerable area of his throat. His hands tugged your flannel near the small of your back, bunching the material in his fists.

You felt his chest rise and fall rapidly against yours as he fought to catch his breath. He broke away from your lips, “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

You smirked, teasing, “Yeah? And what about you, Joshy?”

Your fingers traveled down his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. You took your time caressing and appreciating his body as you found your way to the waistband of his jeans.

He probably should have fought you on leaving such a noticeable mark on his neck as you sucked the splotchy bruise on his throat. But the way he was preoccupied bucking his hips against you, told you, he was enjoying it just as much. You traced your fingertips over the trail of hair below his navel before dipping under the band, caressing the soft sensitive area for the first time.

His voice quivered through shaky breaths and nervous laughter before he quipped, “Fuck off…”

Of course, he didn’t mean it. He’d have you here forever if he could. He’d do anything to keep your hands on him.

Nothing else mattered. You would have continued everything right there and then. Josh, on the other hand, had different plans. He bent down, wrapping his hands around the back of your legs to lift you up, guiding them to lock around his waist.

You kept kissing him as he carried you out of the bathroom and down the hallway towards your bedroom, bumping into the walls as he went.

That’s when you really felt him. His cock was unbelievably hard, throbbing within the restrictions of his jeans as he pressed into your core. You writhed against him, grinding in need to feel more of him. Desperate for anything.

He stalled in the middle of the hallway, breaking from your kiss as he squeezed his hold around your body, “Y/n…please.” He begged through heavy pants into your cheek.

“Josh, I need you,”

He extended an arm to brace himself against the wall. “I know. God. I know. Just wait a second. We’re almost there,”

He stumbled into your room, carrying you until you reached the foot of your bed. You fell back onto the mattress, pulling Josh over you to bring his lips back to yours.

The string of Halloween pumpkin lights you had strung up above your bed cast him in its soft orange light, making him glow in the amber haze. The room hadn’t started spinning yet, but you still felt as if time had slowed.

His hands trembled as he attempted to open your flannel, fumbling with the tiny plastic buttons. Sensing his nerves, you wrapped your hands around his, pulling his focus back to your face.

Josh’s eyes locked onto yours, darting between them, making a smile appear as you asked, “Will you take a shot with me?”

He nodded. You were able to look at him, really look at him since you had first kissed. The features that you had always admired before were brought to your attention in a new light. Your fingers traced along his chin, across his full lips that curled up in the corners. They followed up the bridge of his nose, spreading out to feel the warmth of his cheeks. He sighed at the touch, smiling to himself, and closed his eyes while you took all the time you needed to adore him.

You brushed the fallen curls from his forehead that had started to become frizzy, “You’re so pretty, Josh.”

He smiled, blushing at the compliment. He leaned up and planted a hasty kiss on your lips before fumbling off the bed and out of the room. Stopping right at the door, he shouted back to you, “Don’t move!”

You heard the clattering of things being knocked over in your kitchen followed by Josh muttering, “Shit!” You giggled to yourself, picturing how frantic and clumsy he was in his eagerness to search for that bottle of whiskey.

The break from him left you alone with your thoughts. Josh had always been your best friend. That’s all. That’s all you ever let him be. But best friends don’t touch each other like you and Josh had tonight. Best friends don’t kiss like their lives depended on it. But isn’t that what you had always wanted deep down?

From the very first time you saw him, there was something more. Something that had drawn you to him like a moth to a flame.

You had learned to push away the feeling you had when his hand lingered on your leg when he was telling one of his rambling stories. Hoping that nobody would make him theirs, that he would always be there for you.

You really couldn’t blame it on the alcohol, could you? There had been plenty of nights spent with Josh where you had too much, went way over your limit and then some more. This has never happened before. Something had changed. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. There was an undeniable shift, and you noticed it as soon as he entered your apartment tonight.

Just as the thoughts started to consume you, Josh appeared in the entryway of your bedroom. The mischievous smile plastered across his face was so Josh. The bright and toothy, yet charming grin melted away any doubts that were threatening to creep into your mind.

With the bottle in one hand, the other braced onto the door frame. He took in the silent moment to admire you sitting on the bed.

He handed the Fireball to you as his hand went band of his jeans, “Ladies first.”

“Are you scared to take a shot all of a sudden, Joshua?”

“This was your idea, remember?’’

You took it from his hands, screwed off the cap and brought it to your lips. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he shakes out of his pants, leaving them crumpled on the floor before crawling onto the bed.

He adjusts between your legs when you lay down, taking the whiskey bottle back from you.

You take the opportunity to make quick work of the same buttons Josh had struggled with moments prior. Just as he brought the lip of the bottle to his mouth, you opened up your shirt, revealing your naked breasts.

His eyes widened at the sight of you beneath him. A small amount of whiskey dribbled from his lips wrapped around the bottle and dripped his chin and onto your bare chest.

He looked at you in utter shock, taking in each of the finer details as if he would never get the opportunity to see you like this again. You grazed your hand up his thigh, feeling the soft fabric of his boxers, “Clean up your mess, Joshy,”

In the love-sick trance you had put him in, he dipped down and began to lap up the liquor, flicking his tongue up the valley between your breasts. You hummed when the warmth melted across your skin.

He peppered the supple flesh with breathy, open-mouthed kisses. You still felt him tremble slightly under your touch, shuddering when your fingers traced down his side. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, swirling over the sensitive bud. What his tongue wasn’t doing to the other, his fingers were.

He hummed into the softness of your breast as he tasted you, as you traced your fingers along his toned back, as you sank your fingers into the mess of curls on the back of his neck.

He kissed your tummy, brushing his lips across the supple skin between your hips. He mumbled into you, “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”

For a moment you weren’t really sure if you were supposed to hear him as he continued to kiss your body.

You hesitated, but decided to ask before you became too distracted, “Really?”

He tensed from the sound of your voice, pausing his lips right above your navel. You brought your finger under his chin, lifting his face to look at you. For a second, his expression showed caution, even guarded with the confession. With a brush of his curls from his face, he rested his cheek on your belly. His eyes softened when they met yours and you noticed the rosy-pink hue flushing in his cheeks.

The realization hit you hard. You thought about all the sloppy kisses planted on your cheek after those nights out drinking together. Was he always wanting something a little more? You remembered all the little gifts he gave you throughout the years. Things you talked about in passing and eventually forgot about, only for him to surprise you months later. The late-night texts where you needed to vent after a long day even if he needed to be up early the next morning. Did he always feel this way?

“How long, Joshy?”

He blushed from the pet name, letting the giggles bounce from his chest as he laid across you, “fucking forever.”

Your stomach flipped hearing the words and it felt like all the air had been knocked from your lungs. You stared up at the ceiling, reeling in the truth that your best friend had fallen for for you. He nipped at the thin skin covering your hip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

He felt the sudden change in your body language and mistook it for you changing your mind. “You sure you want this?”

“More than anything,” you whispered, cupping his cheek into the palm of your hand, He leaned into it, tilting his head to press a tender kiss to the inside of your wrist.

He kissed down your belly once again, traveling between your thighs, and placed one directly over your covered clit. His tongue wet the cotton panties, making you squirm with anticipation. He was making it clear that he had no intentions of rushing this with you.

“Josh,” you whined while lifting your hips to chase the sensation. It was the first time you had ever said his name like that and for a fleeting moment, you felt embarrassed.

Without wasting a second he let out a pleased sigh, “You sound so beautiful saying my name.”

His fingers curled around the band of your panties and pulled them down your legs. They traced up your thighs to guide your legs, spreading them open before him. He looked over at you, smiling before biting his bottom lip between his teeth while drawing patterns with his fingertips to the inside of your thigh.

His thumb brushed over your clit a few times, so light and delicate with his touch. He grinned to himself before dropping his head, kissing the sensitive bud as his fingers slipped down to tease your aching pussy. You clenched around nothing, waiting for them to slide into you.

If his warm breath didn’t tickle you between gentle kisses, it was the soft hair of his mustache brushing your most sensitive spot. Soft laughter fluttered across you as you wiggled impatiently under his touch, relishing in his ability to tease you like this.

Your fingers dove into his curls when his tongue finally flicked across your clit in slow, languid strokes.

Breathy cries and moans filled the room as the velvet softness of his wet tongue rolled over you. His arm draped across your tummy to keep you still on the bed, because as soon as he worked his mouth on you, your hips bucked into his face.

He pulled you in, dragging you across silken waves of ecstasy when he rolled your clit into the heat of his mouth. It radiated from your core, flushing through every part of your body, even to the tips of your fingers. Every inch of your bare skin was buzzing with electricity. You were chasing it. Peering right over the ledge, he was still holding you back just enough that you didn’t fall. Not yet.

His lips broke from you, his voice airy and fucked-out, “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Every time you felt yourself teeter on the edge, he pulled back just enough to keep you there. Your nails were digging into the skin of his forearm, but he didn’t seem to mind as he licked patterns of circles onto your throbbing, swollen clit.

Your vision became out of focus. The orange string lights above your bed mimicked the streaked look of traffic lights in a heavy rainstorm.

Your hand balled into a tight fist, tugging his hair from his scalp. You almost didn’t notice that it had happened, your body only acting out of instinct if it wasn’t for the muffled moan coming from Josh between your legs. You would have been worried it was out of pain, but he never slowed as he worked on you.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat when the sound vibrated against your heat as it pushed past his soaked lips. You pulled again. A strangled cry was thrown into your pussy and you wished it could play in your mind forever.

Maybe it was the liquor swirling in your belly, or maybe it was the need for the release that made you feel bold. You pushed your palm into his forehead, causing him to look up at you. “Make me cum, Josh.”

Using his hair as makeshift reigns, you pulled him into you with a new fervor. He growled in response to your demand. The fingers that had been teasing you had plunged into you, sweeping your perfect spot. The lewd sounds of your wetness pooling around his fingers filled your bedroom.

He licked you up with a new unbridled passion than before. He wasn’t dancing with you at the peak of your climax now. He was ready to throw you into the abyss.

His tongue that had once edged you with an expert precision was now flicking across your clit rapidly in a released, frenzied hunger. You opened your eyes, catching him grinding against the bed in search of friction, any relief. He wanted this just as badly as you did.

“Josh…I’m gonna…”

And just as you were finding the ability to finish the thought, his tongue circled on the bundle of nerves once more in unison with a perfect swipe of his fingers, in such a way that pulled you right into the crashing waves of your orgasm. You felt weightless, yet at the same time, it seemed like you had sunk into the mattress beneath you.

You had forgotten to breathe as your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ear, the only sound you could actually focus on.

It felt like an eternity for you to come down as you were finally able to breathe. Josh brushing his lips across your skin is what brought you back to him. He crawled up your body, slotting his knee between your legs as he continued to kiss up to your neck.

He was breathing almost as heavy as yours was. You tasted yourself on his tongue when he kissed you, and you felt just how hard he was against your hip when he started to grind into you.

“Flip over,” you muttered against his mouth, making him pull back slightly.

He seemed almost bashful from the request, “Oh, I-I don’t expect you to-“

You shushed him with a kiss on his lips as you cupped him in your hand and whispered, “Lay back, Josh. It’s my turn.”

He obeyed, rolling onto his back and stretching out across the pillows before propping himself against the headboard. You crawled over, finding a position between his legs and ridding yourself of the opened flannel to toss it on the floor. You let your hands explore his body, tracing along the curves of his muscles that dipped beneath the one piece of clothing on his body.

His cock was still tucked away, throbbing and leaking, creating a small wet spot of precum on the front of his boxers. You palmed over it, squeezing gently with each pass. His hands rested on his thighs, still shaking and fidgeting as his fingers drummed nervously against his leg.

You rubbed your hands over his to help calm him, “You okay?”

He released a heavy sigh as if he had been holding his breath, “…yeah”

“Relax. It’s just me,” you reassured him as you started to pull his boxers down his legs. With a final tug, the band released his cock with a soft slap against his toned stomach. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, and you tried your best not to blush. But, oh my God.

“I-I know it’s-it’s you,” he stuttered, sucking in a sharp breath when your hand wrapped around him, watching as you stroked him with a loose fist. His hips would buck slightly each time your thumb brushed against the tip with each pump of your wrist.

“Just me…” you hummed between kisses to the head of his cock, “…and my Josh.”

“Fuck…”

You flicked your tongue along the underside of his length, taking him slowly into your mouth. A pitchy whine filled the room the second the warmth of your tongue enveloped him, sliding towards the back of your throat.

“Holy shit,” the hushed curse paired with him sweeping your hair back from your face to watch you, encouraged you further.

With one hand wrapped around the base, you collected your spit to stroke him with a twist of your wrist while swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.

Ragged, broken moans broke free from his heaving chest. You saw that sweat had started to coat the surface of his skin, glistening under the lights when you peeked up through your lashes.

His legs started to fidget underneath you, letting you know he was getting closer to unraveling completely. Just as you had done moments prior, his fingers tightened around your hair that he had collected in his hand.

You relaxed, flattening your tongue to push him farther down until he hit the back of your throat, more so than before. The tip of your nose barely brushed up against the hair while your tongue flicked underneath. You were fighting the urge to gag as you heard him groan above you.

His hand grabbed yours that had been gripping onto his thigh, “I’m not going to last-“

As much as you wanted to continue, you pulled him from your mouth with a sinful pop! of your lips. He felt so good in your hands that you couldn’t resist the temptation to let the spit drip from your open lips onto his cock. You looked up to see him fixated on what you were doing with your hand, brows pulled tightly together as your fingers slid around him.

“Please. I need to be inside you.”

As reluctant as you were to stop, you wanted it just as badly. You showered him in kisses as you crawled up his body, straddling your legs over his lap. His hands found your hips instantly, pulling you against his chest.

Your lips meet, now sloppy as they struggle to fall into their once perfect rhythm. He was needy. Almost biting at your lips before slipping his tongue along yours.

Wrapping your fingers around him, you coat him in your wetness, brushing the tip along your clit he had taken so good care of, teasing him by rocking your hips along his shaky thighs. He was looking into your eyes, searching them for the final confirmation. There was no turning back as you guided his cock to your entrance, sinking down slowly as you braced yourself on his shoulder.

You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth when he started to stretch you out, inch-by-inch. A faint cry from you elicited a look of concern to paint across his features.

He was losing himself, getting high off another hit from the drug that was you. You worried he might be drifting too far away as you watched his eyes roll back behind lust-heavy lids as he pushed farther. A heavy sigh fluttered from your chest when you felt him nudge deep within you, bottoming out himself at your limit. Your arms were locked behind his head and you leaned in to nip at his ear.

“Oh, fuck…” fell from his open mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist, fingers leaving harsh indents into the flesh in a weak attempt to keep you in place. Or maybe to keep a hold on you, making sure you didn’t disappear from him.

“Just-just let me feel you. Please.” The whiny pleas fluttered from his pinkened kiss-swollen lips before he pressed them along your collarbone.

His breathing was strained in broken, heavy pants that fanned across your dampened skin. You stilled yourself, taking in the feeling of his cock filling you up completely. You tightened around him, bathing in the feeling of how he felt inside you. His lips began to move up, bringing the trail of lazy kisses to your neck and shoulder.

The slight sting of him stretching you out eased into a heat of pleasure. You started to move, slowly at first to build a rhythm as you rode him.

“You’re doing so good. Stay with me.” Your sweet praise brought his focus back to you, but a whimper fluttered in his throat. You cupped his cheek in your palm, “Talk to me.”

You rolled into him, letting his cock glide effortlessly inside your pussy. The way you had already soaked him makes his head fall against the wall, giving you access to the vulnerable expanse of his neck. Your inhibitions were long gone as you wrapped your fingers around his throat.

This time you felt the groan rumble from his chest, vibrating under your palm while his Adam's apple bobbed beneath it when you squeezed. His heartbeat pulsed under your fingertips. Seeing him so needy, on the brink of losing what little control he was holding onto already, spurred you on even more.

When his eyes barely opened, they focused on nothing in your room. Beads of sweat collected across his forehead above his brow. You didn’t want to lose him, not yet.

You swept a piece of hair that had stuck to his face, brushing your fingertips across his cheek. Blown pupils focused back on yours through the intimate moment.

You whispered just before licking into his mouth, “Talk to me. Tell me. What are you feeling?”

His eyes closed and he released a heavy sigh, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Go on, baby. Tell me more. You’re doing so good for me.”

You could see the internal battle he was struggling with, fighting between wanting to give in to his desires and struggling to keep this moment as long as he could.

His lips tug into a weak smile as his eyes lazily, mostly hidden behind heavy lids, look back at you in the most fucked-out expression, “You’re enjoying this, huh?”

He paused to add a hint of cockiness in his voice, “-Seeing what you do to me?”

God, did you. You would have loved to tell him how good he felt. That you could fuck him for hours and hours and never want it to stop. That was for next time. This time, you wanted to hear every filthy thing that left his pretty lips as he unraveled just from the feel of you wrapping around him.

You stopped, holding yourself just right so the tip of his cock sat right inside the entrance your pussy. He wanted to lift his hips into you, but you managed to keep him still beneath you.

He whimpered while grabbing your waist to pull you back down onto him in an act of desperation, “Fuck, mama. Don’t stop.”

You brought your hand back to wrap around his throat once more, loving the power it was giving you. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, “Josh, baby. You’ve been listening so well. Just follow directions for me.”

You dragged each word out with a pronounced roll of your hips onto him, deep and full. His head rolled back, but you paused to hear his answer. Which you knew was a cruel thing to do given the borderline pathetic whines that came from him.

“I-I, oh…fuck. You feel…so good. warm…so fucking tight. I think my cock was made for you.”

You couldn’t help but squeeze around him, dropping your forehead to his.“Hmm. It was, wasn’t it?”

“Yes…please move again. God, please,” he cried out with another desperate thrust of his hips to feel more of you. It caught you off guard to see him like this, with his eyes glassy with tears, threatening to spill over onto his flushed cheeks.

You swept one away with your thumb while caressing his face. “My sweet, sweet boy.”

What you were both chasing was being suspended, just within your grasp of open fingers. You kept it there in the fight for balance just until the scales tipped. Just before you took the plunge into the void, together.

His breathing was past the point of ragged, harsh as he pulled air into his aching lungs. “I can’t…I can’t”

You knew what he meant, holding him close with fingers weaved tightly in his hair. “Cum for me, Josh,”

That was what he needed from you. The words that would allow him to finally let go.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck with his fingers digging hard enough into your sides that they might leave small bruises for you to find tomorrow. A string of curses paired with your name, woven through his whiny pleas rang like a mantra in your ears.

He shuddered beneath you, and the warm feeling of his release filling you up sent you into a second climax of the night. You rode it out with him as long as possible, in staggered, faltering movements. Slowing to the point where he started to shake from the overstimulation.

You stayed there, basking in that moment, embraced in each other’s arms while taking as much time as you needed to collect yourselves. Your fingernails slightly dragged against his scalp as you held him to your chest.

Everything had changed between you. It truly terrified you, but you were willing and ready to find out what that meant for you. The way you fit with him made perfect sense, like everything had fallen into place.

After a while of holding you In his arms as he softened inside you, he flipped you so that you were now on your back with his cheek resting on your breast, listening to your heart return to its normal pace.

“Can’t believe you cried the first time we had sex.” You nudged his side, making him squirm, before going back to running your fingers across his back.

He lifted his head, “First time?”

You smiled and wiped the stray tear that lingered on his face. “I figured you wanted to keep me around, Kiszka.”

“Of course I do.” He placed a kiss between your breasts and laid his head back down on your chest. “You’re everything.”

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shutupdevvie · 8 months

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any good friends to lover recs? preferably danny

i’m going to use this ask to make kind of a friends to lovers masterlist so that will include danny ofc :))

josh

friday, i’m in love by @finestoflines

white roses by @anthemofgvf

sunshine on my shoulders by @sacredthethreadgvf

cabin fever by @hearts-hunger

blame it on the mistletoe by @hyperfixated-gvf

sweet as berries by @daisyful-gvf

missing buttons by @gretavanlace

jake

bookshop lovers by @watchingovergvff

it's never over by @sunshinevanfleet (friends to lovers-ish i guess)

you're my best friend by @finestoflines (THE friends to lovers fic)

we are the land by @spark-my-nature

my sweet lady by @hearts-hunger

sam

electrified by @builtbykittie

somethin' stupid (like i love you) by @mountain-in-springtime

carried away by @ageofnations

sunshine daydream by @hearts-hunger

soul meets body by @geminisecrets

got you in my head by @spark-my-nature

danny

whatever he wants by @watchingovergvff

follow me down by @spark-my-nature

fearless by @goldenlikedayl1ght

four weddings and a funeral by @hearts-hunger

hush by @gretavanfreaky

burnin' for you by @madneedshelp

rendezvous by @hyperfixated-gvf

honestly might come back and add more but this is what i have for now :))

#devs asks #devs recs #list

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tripthelightfanfictastic · 1 year

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Hello and Welcome to the Raunchy Reserve!

Here you will find a collection of Greta Van Fleet inspired ✨adult literature✨

None of the works posted here are mine, full credit goes to the brilliant author of each piece.

Thanks for stopping by,

Peace and love 🤍

Art by Gretavifleet on instagram

Series

Shake My Faith @capturethechaos & @earthlysorrows

Instigator @capturethechaos & @screechesincoherently

Perfidy @earthlysorrows

Tears of Rain @streamingcolors-gvf

Boys of Summer @streamingcolors-gvf

Marigold @ageofnations

Ego @ageofnations

Brightest Blue @garbagevanfleet

ABADDON @garbagevanfleet

I Hear the River Say Your Name @stardustbarbarians

The Siren Call @lightmylove-gvf

Sugar @gretavanlace

Sweetheart @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

Velvet @sunfl0wer-power

Dedication & Devotion @capturethechaos

Cabin Fever @hearts-hunger

Hey Bartender @violet-hayes

The Professor @gretavanbear

One Shot

Svadhisthana @earthlysorrows

Desiderium @earthlysorrows

It’d be Safest If You Ran @stardustbarbarians

Go Home and Get High @lightmylove-gvf

When it hurts so bad @lightmylove-gvf

So Good for Me @ageofbarbarians

Pull Over @ageofbarbarians

Cabin in the Woods @ageofbarbarians

You’ve Got Me @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

Late, Lake Nights @stardustchordssammy

Special Delivery @ficthots

Make You A Mama @rachiekiszka

Skinny Dip @love-and-greta

Bad Girlfriend @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Drift @gretavangroupie

Just Got It @capturethechaos

Annies song @highdefkiszka

Sloppy @jankandjonch

Varanasi @lightmylove-gvf

Watching Over @gretavanlace

Make Me Your Master @obetrolncocktails

Laced Up @joshkiszkas

Padmasana @indigo-starcatcher

Birdie @love-and-greta

For You @losfacedevil

Some Gifts Arent Meant to be Shared @indigostardustchords

Series

Shake My Faith @capturethechaos & @earthlysorrows

Sugar @gretavanlace

One Shot

Crown Apple @sparrow-of-dawn

Series

One Shot

Series

One Shot

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streamsofstardust · 1 year

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the curtain is up so its time to be mushy before the show starts and the dash gets flooded.

Greta Van Fleet has truly had such a monumental impact on my life as a whole and I wish I could thank them all for everything they've done. I never expected to become this invested in the band but I'm so happy I did.

I remember exactly where I was the first time I listened to Broken Bells, the first GVF song I listened to from start to finish. I remember feeling complete, as if I'd been looking for something to fill a gap in my life and I had finally found it. I listened to that song 10 times in a row that day and I cried happy tears.

Joining GVF tumblr was honestly not something I considered at first, mostly because I had no idea how big the fan base was at the time and I think I underestimated the extent of the fan space on tumblr. The creation of my blog came after reading Brightest Blue by @garbagevanfleet, a fic I've read a minimum of 12 times since.

I also never thought I'd make any friends through my involvement in the Peaceful Army, to whatever extent it may have been. I was so, so wrong.

To Lexi, Devvie, Shelly, Kait, Hillary, Buffy, Sarah, Percy, Katie, Shae, Sparrow, Allie, Karou, Roach, Fran, Maddie, Viv, Katie, and Claire (who definitely won't see this), getting to know you all and experiencing your friendship within this fandom has been incredible.

Specifically to Lexi, Dev, Shelly, Buffy, and Viv, you guys were part of one of the best weekends of my entire life and I love you all so much. Atlantic City 2022 will always be monumental.

To Danny, Jake, Josh, and Sam, thank you for filling that whole in my heart and providing all of us with music and love and a feeling of togetherness. Thank you for pouring your heart and soul into what you create, and remaining humble and kind and true to yourselves. Thank you for not being afraid to share messages that so many artists these days have lost touch with. Thank you for bringing me to some of my best friends. Thank you for being the focal point of the best times of my life. And finally...

Thank you for Dreams in Gold.

@jakewhorecore @shutupdevvie @joshkiszkas @artificialbarbarians @gretasmokerising @lunaindigoraven @gretavanferal @highdefkiszka @myfriendtheghost @loser-user-noaccuser @sparrowofthedawnsworld @ageofnations @ofthecaravel @shhhhhitsroach @gretavanfran @hearts-hunger @fictional-duchess @jakekiszkasleftnutsack @satinsparrow

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Table For Two ~ Part Six

In collaboration with @ageofnations

Jake Kiszka x OC x Josh Kiszka

Summary: “What started out as a new job unexpectedly became something more for Sydney Baker. There’s only room at the table for two… How will she navigate her feelings and come to a decision? How can she choose between two sides of the same coin?”

Warnings: again, just a lot of fluff (lmk if there’s something i should add!)

Word Count: ~6.1k

taglist // playlist // masterpost

A/N: thanks for all the love and feedback on this fic! <3

Part Six

Of the many years he had lived in the area and the countless times he had visited the library, Josh had never really taken the time to admire the building for what it was worth. He’d enter and exit without much thought, paying more attention to the books on the inside than the building that housed the novels. Now, it feels different.

He began to see the history underlying the brick structure, each crack and divot holding the memories of decades in the past. There was beauty in the creaking of the wooden chairs, all reminders of how many curious minds have gathered there before. The old and worn labels of the shelves showed that while the popular titles and authors may change, the categories that people know and love will never age a day. There was a sense of comfort and relaxation in the unique musk of the atmosphere. He could see why Sydney was in love with this place, and he desperately wanted to love anything that she did.

He couldn’t help but think about the things said between them that day, the last time he saw her in this place. Although things seemed to be much better between them, he still felt terrible for making her feel as if he thought of her negatively. Insulted she had said. He could admit that the things he had said and done could have been seen as an insult. However, that was far from what he wanted her to feel, and he’d spend every day making it up to her if she’d let him.

Josh had returned to the library a few times since he and Sydney had made amends in the building. He had come back to find a new book, realizing the first one wasn’t exactly something he was interested in. Then, he needed a change of scenery while he read. And now, he was coming back to return the second book that he happened to finish much earlier than he anticipated. He didn’t necessarily need an excuse to visit the library, but he enjoyed glancing at the same table they had sat at almost two weeks ago. The turn of their friendship created fond memories for Josh, and the table itself had sparked potential between the pair. It was nice to admire the blossoming potential each time he entered the building or passed the section.

Today was a new day, and upon entering, he did as he always had. This time, though, there was someone who had already made themselves comfortable at the table of interest. Josh was pleased to find that it was just who he was wishing for.

Her outfit was something similar to the one she had on the last time they both were in the library. She was wearing an olive green shirt under the same cream cardigan, including another pair of denim shorts. And while they had certainly been stained from the previous rain, she was wearing those same white Vans as before. It appeared as if the array consisted of her comfort clothing, much how Josh felt about his usual white crew neck and khakis.

He had never taken the time to admire her so intently before, but with the considerable distance between them, he allowed his gaze to linger. She looked at peace, yet he could see her eyebrows furrowing while she focused on the book in front of her. The novel was flat on the table, and he paid considerable attention to her hands. There was a ring on each of her pointer fingers, making the digits look more delicate and slender. They looked extremely soft, as if they had never seen the hardships of a blister or callus.

Since she had one elbow propped on the table, her hand was holding her head up, fingers absentmindedly tapping at her chin and jaw. He watched as her other hand lightly traced its fingers along the edges of the pages while she read. One might think she was doing so to follow the words in her line of focus, but it looked as if she was just moving her hand for the sake of motion. Although she was in a state of relaxation, it was obvious that she couldn’t restrain her hands from moving for too long.

Although he saw her most days of the week, Josh always seemed to feel giddy upon seeing her outside of a work setting. One could say he felt butterflies when he saw her, but talking to her felt more like a flock of hummingbirds fluttering about. These feelings only intensified when he saw her in situations such as these, situations that were natural, calm, and undisturbed. He hadn’t entertained the thoughts and feelings much, instead putting it off as a blossoming bond with a friend. The friend just so happened to be sweeter than saccharin and more beautiful than earth itself.

He didn’t want to interrupt her reading just yet, so he entered and proceeded with his original task of returning his book and attempting to find another. Throughout the process, he was much too preoccupied with Sydney. His back was to her while he carried on small talk with the librarian, but his mind never strayed from the image of her sitting at the table, lost in her own world of fiction. He tried to be attentive to the conversation at hand, but once his card was returned to him, he was quick to turn back around to see her.

She hadn’t moved much since he had seen her, only bringing her legs to sit crossed under her in the chair. She was still focused completely on the ink scrawled on the pages before her, and Josh smiled at her concentration. He hurried to the section of books he knew he’d be interested in, careful to avoid Sydney’s line of sight.

Josh thumbed through the spines of the novels, not really paying attention to what exactly he was looking at. He was much too aware of her alluring presence just across the room. Without looking at the title, he grabbed a random book and promptly made his way to the table.

There were those butterflies again. He did his best to shoo them away.

They persisted, especially as she looked up once he got closer to her. She smiled, and Josh thought he saw her eyes glimmer at the sight of him. He played it off as just a figment of his imagination.

“Funny seeing you here again, hmm?” He quipped with a smile of his own. He grasped the back of the empty chair across from her with his spare hand.

“Funny indeed,” she responded. There was a brief hint of pink painted across her plump cheeks that were shining with enthusiasm. They let themselves stare at one another before Sydney shook her head and gestured to the seat Josh was standing behind. “Care to join me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” He added a dramatic flair to his words as he moved the chair back enough to sit in. He set the book down on the table in front of him so he could get seated and situated in the chair.

“New book?” Sydney asked.

“Yeah, I finished the other one pretty early,” he answered as he scooted his seat closer to the table, careful to not make any unnecessary noise.

She giggled to herself before she responded, seemingly already pleased with a joke before she made it. “Me too.”

The reply made Josh laugh as well, but it was the sound that left her lips that really caused a reaction from him. He prayed she didn’t notice the way his breath hitched upon hearing it. He tried to form a quick jest back while he busied himself with flipping to the introduction page of his novel. “Didn’t you check out like three books the last time we were here?”

“And weren’t you the one who called me a bookworm?” She was quick with her witticism, something that had shifted just slightly in their friendship. In the beginning, frustration was the only emotion that appeared when the banter would start between them. Of course, she had never thought he was just joking with her, but she always was the one who went quiet and ended the conversation, much too annoyed to keep up with his teasing. Now, she had almost trained herself to be prepared for his wisecracks, ready to shoot a comeback at any moment. Josh admired the change of understanding in their relationship.

“That’s what I thought,” she continued upon deciding that he was taking too long to respond. There was a prideful smirk dancing on her lips as she looked back down at her book and turned the page. She wasn’t making eye contact with him, but Josh could still see a glint in her eyes that paired with the smile she wore. He tried to hide it by angling his head downward, but he hoped she wouldn’t notice, or mind, that he let his gaze last longer than intended.

Being this close to her with absolutely no one else around- or at least no one of importance - allowed him to finally take in the minuscule details that made her the Sydney he had come to adore more and more with each passing day. There were so many features of hers that he could appreciate, but in this moment, it was her eyes that captivated him the most.

The green fabric under her cardigan brought attention to her evergreen irises. They reminded him of a forest, infinitely enthralling yet endlessly beautiful. The longer he looked, the more he uncovered, as if they held all of the universe’s secrets and hidden treasures. It felt as if he was taking an enlightening trek in the lushest areas of the Amazon and he never wanted to return home.

“Are you actually gonna read something today or are you just gonna stare at me?” She delayed looking up at him after she spoke, but it was obvious she took pleasure in shaking him out of whatever trance her appearance had caused him to fall under.

His eyes broke away from her as he stammered over his words, silently cursing himself for getting caught. “Sorry, it’s just,” he paused in an attempt to gather his thoughts to form a cohesive sentence. She grinned at his flustered state, obviously proud of the reaction she caused. “Your eyes,” he finally finished. “They're really pretty.”

“Is that a compliment I’m hearing from you, Joshua?” She was teasing him, but he could hear a touch of genuineness under her jesting. It was enough to assure him that he wasn’t the only one experiencing a flustering feeling from the situation. It eased his nerves and carried him back into a lighthearted manner.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He was able to crack another joke with her, or at least disguise his curiosities under a joking persona.

He was rewarded with another giggle, and as a bonus, she blushed at his charm. It was the prettiest sight he had seen in ages and the most beautiful melody he’d ever heard. He decided he’d stop at nothing to experience it as much as possible, and he already yearned to elicit the same response again.

“You know,” he whispered and leaned in closer to her. “Last time we sat across from each other, you kicked the shit out of me.”

This time, she let out a boisterous laugh, one that earned her various glares and shushes from the people, including the library workers, around them. Unfortunately for Josh, she covered her mouth with her hands, hiding that stellar smile in order to muffle her laughter. However, picking her hand up caused the book in front of her to snap shut, and the abrupt noise made her laugh even louder. The look he gave her was one of admiration of her mannerisms. The way her shoulders shook with her giggling. How her eyes crinkled and eventually closed the harder she laughed.

Josh joined her in her fit of laughter, more so because of her reaction to the situation rather than actually finding amusement in his own joke. However, the library’s population didn’t find any hilarity in the affair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an older lady approaching their table. The nametag on her shirt indicated that she was an employee, and Sydney tried to quell her snickering the closer the woman got to them.

“Excuse me,” she said. There was a thick Southern accent that stuck out in her voice. “I’m gonna have to ask you both to turn your volumes down to keep from disturbin’ other readers.”

Once she was able to compose herself, Sydney cleared her throat and fixed a few of the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. She put on a smile to match her cordial nature. “I am so sorry, ma’am. We both are. It won’t happen again.”

“I’d hope not. We work on a warnin’ system, and I really don’t wanna make y’all leave for just a bit of gigglin’.” The lady was nice enough to keep her chastising in a light and fun manner.

“Yes ma’am,” Josh chimed in with a smile. “Won’t happen again.”

The employee thanked them both for their cooperation and turned around to walk back to her desk. Josh and Syd locked gazes after she had left, but she hadn’t gotten far before the duo burst into a simultaneous fit of hysterics. She paused her movements and turned to face them with a disapproving frown.

“We should probably just get out of here,” Sydney said to Josh. She was already gathering her belongings before Josh could respond. “Sorry I ruined your precious time at the library on this fine Saturday morning.” Her continuous chuckling showed that she wasn’t sorry at all, but he still felt the need to dismiss her apology.

“I don’t think I’m the one whose reading time was ‘ruined’ today,” he joked under his breath, gesturing to the other individuals in the building, only making her giggle more.

The carefree attitude was dampened once she noticed the persisting glares of the other patrons. What had started as glances of curiosity turned into looks of disdain, and suddenly the room started to feel much too small. She hurried to stand and meander around the table, leaving behind her book of choice to scramble to Josh’s side.

“Woah,” Josh steadied her as she essentially tripped into him. He noticed her change in demeanor, realizing her behavior began to resemble that which occurred during busy nights at the diner. He did what he knew best, cracking another joke. “Do I need to carry you out of here or something?”

She huffed a laugh and looked down at her feet, choosing against a verbal response. It was enough for Josh.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and tugging it. He lowered his voice to a whisper, smiling into the end of his statement. “Let’s go before we get banned from this place.”

As they rushed out the library’s doors, Sydney’s laughter kicked back up, more confidently than it had ever been while Josh was around. He wanted to believe that it was due to the newfound physical contact, but he also didn’t want to give himself the credit. The way she sounded, her sweet laughter filling the typically quiet room, seemed too perfect to be a result of Josh’s doing. Even how she looked, hair flowing behind her while they ran out of the establishment, made him want to do nothing but sit with her forever in her blissful state.

They both were slightly out of breath once they pushed the heavy doors open, gasping at the fresh air around them. Josh had luckily scored a parking spot at the front, only a few meters from the front and adjacent to the sidewalk. He led her to his car to prop up against while they finished their heaving and giggling.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to step foot into that place again,” she sputtered through laughter, letting go of Josh’s hand to lean against the hood of his Jeep.

He rolled his eyes at her. “You and I both know that’s a lie. You’ll be back within a week to check out that book you were reading.”

“Shit,” Sydney said once she realized that she was empty-handed. “Well, there goes my weekend plans,” she finished with a laugh.

“What? Is a night at work not enough to bring excitement to your weekend?” Josh added sarcasm to his rhetoric, earning a huff from his company. “I’ve still got daylight left, so my plans are still on if you want to tag along.”

“And what are your big plans?”

Josh tried to rack his brain of a lie that would be believable. He had full intentions of just getting another book and going back home, spending the day in the comfort of his own home before he had to clock in at the diner. Sydney’s invitation to join him was a pleasant interruption in these plans, but now with that idea out of the question, he didn’t have anything else to do. But now that he had gotten another taste of her company, he became selfish. He didn’t want to be away from her for longer than he had to be, and he certainly didn’t want to wait until they had to be at work to see her again.

“Um, what about a hike?” He turned to look at her, hoping the eye contact would hide the fact that he was coming up with something on the spot.

She dropped her jaw in disbelief, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. “You want me to go on a hike… before work?”

He tried to carry on in confidence, but her question made him unsure of himself. “No! I mean, yes, kind of.” He paused and laughed at himself. “There’s a gorgeous patch of land a few miles from my house. I walk there occasionally to read or just… sit. But it’s a bit into the woods, so in a way, it would be a small hike.”

She scoffed at him and crossed her arms, trying to feign annoyance with his suggestion, but her glowing cheeks gave her facade away. The fact that Josh did something so sentimental in his free time - and loved every second of it - made her respect him even more. Her blush was entirely due to the fact that he offered to include her in the pastime.

Josh nudged her side. “So? You coming or not?” He pushed off of the car and began to walk around to the driver’s seat, giving her little time to react.

Sydney didn’t stand up straight until he had started the engine, and he was already putting the car into gear before she could put her seatbelt on.

“You better be glad that I don’t hate you anymore,” she stated once she successfully fastened the strap in place.

And he was. In fact, he was more than glad. The idea of her disliking him for even a second made his stomach twist into a knot of guilt and regret. Now, it was obvious he was doing well at gaining her trust and companionship, especially since she had agreed to be around him for extended periods now. Josh could only hope that things would continue to go well, and he would do everything in his power to keep her in his life in any way possible.

“You hated me? Hate is a strong word,” he joked, shooting a glance at her before returning his attention to the road.

“Not my fault that you didn’t know how to initiate a healthy conversation to start a healthy friendship,” she said with a content shrug. She knew she was right, and her smug grin showed that she also knew she had the upper hand in the situation.

“I’m getting better!” Josh feigned his defensiveness. All he received was a soft hum from the pretty girl in his passenger seat. Before the conversation could continue, he was prompted with a reminder. “Oh yeah, I found this book that reminded me of you. I picked it up the last time I went shopping, and I’ve been meaning to give it to you at work.”

Sydney’s tone dropped to one of sheepishness, and Josh could see her fingers begin to work on rotating her rings again. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I got it and I don’t have the receipt. So it’s yours now. It’s in the backseat somewhere.” He flailed his hand to gesture to the seats behind them. Once she twisted around and began to rummage through the mess in the back, Josh continued talking to fill the silence.

“It somehow manages to connect human nature to the love of film, all while explaining how film and media can aid in self-actualization. You’re more knowledgeable in the spirituality stuff than I am, but based on the information I saw on film, it seemed interesting!”

The book was hidden under a yellow jacket in one of the seats, and she found it before he could finish his summary. She giggled at the last statement while she admired the beautiful details on the dust cover. There were gold letters etched into the paper, and it was obvious why Josh had been drawn to the cover in the first place. “Thanks, Josh. I really appreciate it.”

He beamed at her while she softly traced her fingers across the cover and opened to the first page. He was pleased that he had chosen something that seemed to fit her interests, something she couldn’t wait to read.

In a sequence, she would shift her attention from the words on the pages in front of her to the landscapes they were passing as they traveled. The words had already encapsulated her curiosities, so she found it hard to not focus on them, but the fields and buildings that moved around them were just as beautiful. She’d read a paragraph, take a break to look around at her surroundings, all to continue reading again.

She recognized the roads Josh was choosing to take, but it wasn’t long before he turned onto a less familiar pathway. It was more of a trail than an actual road, and he pulled off to the side of the worn-down tracks in the dirt before putting the car in park and taking the keys out of the ignition.

“And from here, we walk!” He announced while opening his door, practically jumping out of his seat and onto the dirt beneath them.

Sydney let out a groan at the implications in his statement, but she was still mostly kidding with him. She followed his lead in exiting the car, leaving her belongings in his floorboard to keep them out of sight of any curious hikers.

“Oh, stop the complaining, Sydney,” he cooed as he walked. “I actually brought us closer than my usual starting point.”

“So I should be thanking you?”

He turned around donning a smirk, winking at her as she walked behind him. “Precisely.”

Again, she rolled her eyes. However, she was unsure if she was doing so regarding his arrogance, or if she was doing so because of the festering emotions that his actions had conjured. If he was to pull such an act before all of this, she would’ve been upset with him, furious at his teasing. But now, the only thing she was even remotely upset about is how often she blushed at his jokes and jabs, especially how noticeable it probably was with her lighter complexion. Instead of letting herself think too much about it, she dismissed each of the options, choosing to unpack those emotions at a later time. She jogged to catch up to Josh as he continued trekking through the winding trail.

They traveled side-by-side for the duration of the hike. Syd tried to admire the beauty that surrounded her, from the diversity in the plant life to the variations of songbirds harmonizing around them. Due to the unfamiliarity of the trail, though, putting one foot in front of the other was the spotlight of her focus. It was obvious that Josh had been here countless times and knew the path like the back of his hand. He was an expert at dodging any outstretching and low-hanging tree limbs without looking up at them, and seemed to be even better at putting his foot in just the right spot to avoid any stray twigs and mud holes. His skill was completely opposite of Sydney’s.

The trail seemed to go on for ages, and her body was already showing signs of exhaustion. Her legs were feeling sore and her breath was becoming ragged already, and she cursed herself for not stretching or bringing her water bottle. She was becoming frustrated with how often she seemed to trip or get smacked in the face with an array of wet leaves. Josh, however, found amusement in her clumsiness, chuckling each time he heard a grunt of annoyance from her.

“Almost there,” he reminded her.

She stopped in her tracks to catch her breath. He paused his movements and watched as she put her hands on her hips. “You’ve said that about four times already, Josh.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it.” He turned back to face the direction of their destination, pointing at what seemed to be an abnormally large rock. “See that? Once we get up there, we’ve just got a couple of feet to go. Then we’ll be at the most beautiful stretch of nature you’ve ever seen!”

“I hope you’re right,” she whined.

He had resumed his movements towards the rock he had pointed to, throwing a statement over his shoulder that echoed throughout the landscape. “I always am!” he exclaimed.

She heaved one last deep breath and sped her pace to catch up with him again. Syd began to examine the boulder as they approached it. It was gray, but the moisture leftover from the week’s showers had darkened the stone. There were various ridges and grooves on its cracked and mossy side, yet it still looked smooth enough to avoid being dangerous. It seemed that someone had placed various smaller-sized rocks around it, almost in an attempt to form a makeshift staircase. Considering she couldn’t see over the edge of the main stone, she knew she’d need the assistance of the added structure.

Josh, however, did not. Once he was close enough, he was able to put one foot in one of the ruts on the side and place his hands on the top of the rock to effortlessly lift himself to the surface. He stood and dusted off his shirt, surprisingly not ruining the white fabric, and his khakis. A loud and dramatic sigh was let out while he stretched, as if the feat had made him weary.

“Think you could make the jump?” He smiled down at her with his hands on his hips.

She squinted up at him. “And fall on my ass just for you to laugh at me? Absolutely not.”

He laughed and shimmied over to the edge where the ‘stairs’ led to. “Come over here and use these.” He squatted down, but upon seeing uncertainty painted on her features, he continued. “I promise they’re sturdy enough. I put it together myself.”

“That’s why I’m worried,” she joked, crossing her arms.

“Oh, come on!” Josh let out a husky chuckle and lowered his hand, offering it to her so she felt more stable climbing the rocks. “Give me a little more credit, won’t you?”

With a final laugh, she gave in and placed her hand in Josh’s palm, carefully making her way to the steps. While she ascended, she tried to focus on making clear and calculated strides but found it hard to do so. She’d rather think about how Josh’s skin felt softer than she would’ve imagined, especially considering his career. She wanted to think about how gentle his hold was, or how he brought his other hand to briefly ghost over her arm to steady her. She hadn’t been given the chance to do so in the library since anxiety was clouding her senses before their hands separated. Now, though, she was alone with him and free from malicious stares being thrown her way. Even though she didn’t quite understand the desire she was feeling, she had the time to relish in the contact between them, and this time was extended with Josh’s hold that persisted even once she regained her footing beside him.

“See! Easy enough, right?” He searched her expression to see if there were any of the previous hesitations, but he found that there were none left. He smiled at her while she used her free hand to dust herself off and straighten her clothes. He was thankful that she was in no hurry to detach from him, but even more thankful that he happened to be looking at her once she finally looked up.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes widened in amazement as she took in the setting. From here, she could see the tops of trees, various natural water sources, and the gentle slopes and valleys of distant properties. The colors of nature had always amazed Syd, but seeing them all at once was much different. She saw the indigos and blues of the sky and water, yellow and orange hues of the sun that occasionally hid behind marshmallow clouds before announcing its blazing presence once again. There was a valley filled with red and yellow flowers speckled in the plush grass. With the variety of trees and grass types, she could’ve sworn she was seeing all possible variations of the color green. It was unreal and overwhelming, but she was grounded by the sensation of Josh rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Josh whispered as if he was afraid of interrupting the flow of wildlife and scenery around them. If he wasn’t still looking at her gawking form, he would’ve missed the slow nod she gave him in response. He grinned and added, “Told you that you should be thanking me.” The statement earned him a slap on the arm, and the two laughed together.

“Come here,” he said, tugging on her hand again to lead her to the edge of the rock. “Let’s sit.”

She wasn’t necessarily afraid of heights, but the steep hill below them wasn’t exactly her favorite sight. It made her anxious to even approach the edge, much less actually sit at it.

Josh squeezed her hand and carefully sat with his feet dangling over the ledge. He noticed that familiar uncertainty of hers and ached to assuage her worries, attempting to do so by swiping his thumb over her skin again. “I won’t let you fall,” he promised.

The sincerity in his eyes and tenderness of his hold was what convinced her to join him. She carefully lowered herself to sit, and although he wished to never let go, he waited until she was completely perched beside him before releasing her hand from his. He placed his palms against the cool surface of the rock behind him, leaning back just slightly into a relaxed posture. A faint sigh was released as he looked around.

“It’s really pretty, Josh,” Syd noted as she fiddled with her now empty hands in her lap.

He chuckled in response. “Yeah, it is.” They sat in brief, comfortable silence while they basked in the beauty of Mother Nature. He wore a wide smile as he heard a bird let out a call that he seemed to recognize immediately. He lifted an arm to point across the distance, leaning closer to Syd. “There’s a family of eagles living somewhere in that area. Since I started visiting this place, I’ve watched them come and go, building their nest and bringing in food.”

She let out a pleased hum. “That must be an exciting thing to get to witness so often.”

“It’s almost like watching life itself unfold,” he gushed and leaned back on both hands. “It’s easy to feel like we are so small compared to the size of the universe. And maybe we are, but we are also an integral part of the grand scheme of things.”

He paused, looking at Sydney briefly, taking in her appearance and appreciating her presence. The sun’s rays were bouncing off of her olive skin, making her seem just as bright as her personality. Her essence was captivating, and Josh decided he was interested in exploring the bounds of their relationship. He continued, no longer sure if he was only talking about the scene in front of them.

“The birds have no idea how fascinating they are. They’re just living, doing their own thing. But in the end, there’s always someone who enjoys every bit of their existence.”

Syd broke her gaze from the view and looked at Josh while he spoke. He seemed to be glowing brighter than the natural light around him. She admired his rosy cheeks and tanned complexion, the dimples that would appear occasionally, and the passion in his eyes. He was smiling from ear to ear, and he radiated sheer curiosity.

“From here, you can see more than twenty types of tree species,” he informed pridefully.

She huffed a laugh. “Don’t you need to be like… super close to them to be able to see what kind they are? How can you tell from up here?”

“The different colors of the leaves, height and width. You know, the basics.” He glanced back over at her. “I read a couple of books about them. I’m still trying to figure out what those are-” he pointed to a group of tall and wide trees with leaves that seemed more yellow than green. “but there are some varieties of oak trees-” he motioned to another group. “-sycamores and sassafras trees, and I think-” paused to squint in the distance. “-that someone might have planted a couple of Southern Magnolias recently at the edge of them all.”

She followed each of the directions he was pointing in, smiling at his eagerness to show her how much he knew about the landscape. He continued rambling about when he first started hiking, all the different places he’s been and things he’s seen, and how much she would’ve liked it, all while Sydney was stuck in her head, listening to his words bounce around her thoughts. The rhythm of his words and the excitement in his tone made her feel warm inside, and the position they were sitting in made the feeling more intense. Their thighs were touching, shoulders occasionally bumping together, legs nudging one another as they swung over the edge. It seemed so… wholesome. It all made her feel giddy inside.

In a purely habitual gesture, based solely on their proximity, Syd rested her head against Josh’s shoulder. The movement only made him pause his conversation for a brief moment, sucking in an almost nonexistent gasp before picking up where he left off. His free arm flailed about animatedly while he talked, and she listened intently.

Josh seemed to be at home out here, completely free from all responsibilities and worries. His body language was filled with wonder and awe, something she had not seen from him yet.

He took a deep breath, an attempt to recharge after the spiel he had gone through. “I could stay out here all day…” his voice trailed off.

“I can tell,” she giggled and lifted her head off of his shoulder to look back at him. Their eyes locked before she continued. “You’re practically glowing.”

His cheeks pinkened even more and he turned his face to break eye contact. His smile seemed to become less vibrant, and Syd immediately worked to alleviate the obvious nerves that had surfaced.

“No, but it’s a good thing! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” she noted with a smile. She nudged his shoulder and looped her arm around his. “We should come out here again someday. You know, when we don’t have work in a couple of hours.”

His face seemed to light up again. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s more like an hour and a half but-”

“No! I mean… you’d want to come back out here again?” There was a hint of bashfulness in his question, and it made Syd smile more.

“As long as you warn me to wear the right clothes next time, then I’d love to.”

“You’ve got a deal.” He grinned at her and shuffled to his feet, taking time to dust off his pants before offering his hand to her again. “Let’s get you home.”

>>>part 7

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dannythedog · 1 year

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To the anon about the fic with the Instagram posts I think it's called Ego by Ageofnations

#my asks #greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka

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tobeso-gvf · 1 year

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✧ tobeso-gvf’s fic recs ✧

all credit given to the respectful authors, please listen to any warnings listed with the stories!

*indicates 18+ themes*

last updated: november 4 2023

Joshua Michael Kiska

*Garnet - gretavanlace

*Sweet as Berries - daisyful-gvf (series)

*Missing Buttons - gretavanlace

*Vocal Rest - threadandlace

All Creatures Great and Small -capturethechaos

*Dedication & Devotion (2 part series) - capturethechaos

*Instigator - capturethechaos (series)

*Let’s Be The Makers - pr41sethemoon

*Brightest Blue - garbagevanfleet (series)

Jacob Thomas Kiszka

*Come Over - milkgemini

*Guitar Fingers - gretavanlace

sundays - jacketswine

*Something - jakeyt

*Stardust Chords - indigostardustchords

*Vigilance - gretavangroupie (series)

Samuel Francis Kiszka

*Carried Away - ageofnations

*Picasso - builtbybrokenbells

*Pink Lemonade - garbagevanfleet (series)

^^this one is my all-time favorite fic^^

Daniel Robert Wagner

*Bugs, Bears, and a Thunderstorm - builtbybrokenbells

*Stroke Me - hyperfixated-gvf

if it isn’t already obvious, i love me a good josh smut :))

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sam kiskza #danny wagner #fanfiction

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ageofnations · 1 year

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Will you do a post while you still have allieboop that says your new username before changing it?

yes! i think i’ve settled on ageofnations for the new name! just so indecisive that i’m afraid to make the official change 💀 i think i will change it by the end of the week maybe?

#allie’s asks #you’ve earned a kiss on the forehead #username change #allieboop

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streamingcolors-gvf · 2 years

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No Trespassing

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: it was a chilly, October night when Sam dragged you along for one of his impulsive plans for the two of you. With the idea of actually scaring you backfired, you found yourself in a position of questioning your friendship with himm… you just weren’t sure what was more terrifying.

Word count: 8.2k

A/N : Thank you everyone for being so patient, and we apologize for the third update of this series taking an extra week.

This is my first time writing a Sam fic, so bear with us! Again, this is a collab with Allie - @ageofnations , so don’t forget to send feedback, love and support her way! Hopefully you guys enjoy this one ❤️

Warnings: cursing, mentions of the paranormal, sexually explicit content/ 18+ MINORS DNI!! (unprotected penetrative sex, car sex, bratty dom!Sam, fingering, orgasm denial, slight choking, dirty talk/praise and maybe a little degradation)

The crunching of dried leaves scattered along the ground beneath your feet was the only sound as you followed behind Sam, guided by the glow of moonlight that had filtered through the trees and the beam of light from his flashlight. The chill of the October night air whipped through your sweatshirt, and you hugged yourself for the extra warmth.

You watched yourself put one foot in front of the other, hoping that if you focused on the movement, you wouldn’t turn around and run for home. Hoping that you wouldn’t think too much about what you and your best friend were about to do.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back. You were obstructed by a tall, chain-link fence, one that you probably would’ve noticed a while ago if you had been paying attention, towering in front of you. A white metal sign hung from the wire with bold red lettering, reading “NO TRESPASSING” as if it were your one and final warning. A sense of dread fell over you as your eyes fixated on the abrasive print. Uneasiness was an understatement to what you were feeling. You hated breaking the rules, and you were kicking yourself for agreeing to such a hare-brained idea in the first place.

“Sam…”

Of course he ignored you, like always. He held onto the fencing, testing its stability by slotting his foot into an opening of a link in the fence and gave a few experimental bounces. You tried again.

“I don’t think-“

“Would you stop worrying? Here.” Sam handed the flashlight to you, cutting you off. He looped his fingers around the fencing and lifted himself up. Before you knew it, he reached the top, swung his legs over the edge, and jumped, landing with a soft thud on his feet. He turned, giving you a shit-eating grin from the other side.

You rocked back on your heels, anxious about what you were going to do next. The whole thing felt like a mistake you would have been pressured into doing as a reckless, naive kid.

“This is so stupid. I can’t believe we are doing this,” you groaned in protest. Even though everything was telling you to turn back around and head towards the car, you felt compelled to take a step further.

“Oh come on, Don’t be a pussy now.” He waved his hand, gesturing for you to toss the flashlight over the top. You threw it over, but underestimated the distance when it fell a few feet in front of him. He picked it up out of the tall grass, but not without shooting you a death glare.

You wrapped your fingers around the chain links above your head, mimicking the same thing Sam had done a minute prior, and pulled yourself up. As you scaled the fence, the toes of your shoes threatened to slip from their position, and the thin metal wiring pressed into the bends of your fingers, sending a searing pain into the flesh.

“I swear, if I get arrested for trespassing, I’m going to…fucking… kill you,” you huffed between heavy breaths as you reached the top.

“You’d miss my pretty face too much to do that” Sam quipped back, looking up at you while illuminating the fence with his flashlight.

“I think you overestimate my affection for you.” You swung your legs over, facing back the way you came as you crawled down the other side. As if the universe wanted to throw a wrench in the feat you were attempting, you missed a proper hold for your foot, slipping down faster than you anticipated.

Thankfully, Sam had caught you, fumbling and dropping the flashlight on the ground, but managed to secure his hands under the swell of your ass to keep you from falling.

“You got it?”

You huffed an exasperated sigh at his question, mostly from the embarrassment of slipping and falling. “You can let go of my ass now, Sam.”

In an instant, his hands pulled away from you, and he cleared his throat to mask his own embarrassment, resorting to his normal insults to deflect. “Just making sure you don’t fall on it from being such a fucking clutz.”

“Whatever you want to tell yourself.” You hopped down once there were only a few feet from you and the ground, landing in the same manner as Sam, dusting yourself off as you attempted to prepare yourself for whatever came next. “Now let’s get this over with.”

Since you were a teenager, there had never been a year where you didn’t go to a haunted house. As scary as it was, you had always found it entertaining to see the theatrics that went behind each of the productions. Actors and actresses doing whatever they could to get a scare out of you, the realism behind the gory prosthetics and makeup, the talent it took to make it all fit seamlessly together. However, once you told Sam about your tradition, he insisted that you switch it up a bit.

Swap the acting with something real.

There were stories about this place. Once a beautiful house, home to a well-known, successful family, now the setting of various scary stories. A place that was sworn to be actually haunted by the inhabitants that once resided.

You tried to get out of it, but like most things, you were roped into the activity. Only there because Sam insisted you come with.

You approached the house, well, what was left of the abandoned house. Wooden boards lining the porch were warped and lifted. You started to worry that your foot would fall through from how dry-rotted it had become. It felt ominous, looking into the black holes of smashed-in windows.

It didn’t appear that Sam felt the same way with how he waltzed right up the stairs without a second thought, leaving you standing in your place, taking in the sight in front of you.

It really was beautiful in a way. You could imagine a family spending their summer days on this porch once upon a time, kids running around the yard, parents sitting and keeping an eye on them. You could imagine the paint that had once been vibrant on the outside drawing the attention of those that passed by. Maybe even see the children peering out the windows on snow days, watching the fluffy flakes fall, and hoping it all sticks to the frost-covered ground.

Each of those memories, fictional or not, was now covered by the dust and dirt of time. Worn and weathered into a much less inviting atmosphere. But you took the bait nonetheless.

You walked in, each cautious step of your foot making the floorboards groan as your weight shifted over them. Heavy dust motes hung suspended in the thick, stagnant air as the flashlight scanned the room.

Broken, overturned furniture and forgotten, random household items littered the floor around you. Layers of paint have peeled away in scraggly tendrils from the walls and ceilings. Spiderwebs clung to fixtures, and layers dust covered everything in a heavy blanket from the years of abandonment. The stairs leading up to the second floor had spots where holes had busted through the structure. There was nothing that could convince you to walk up to them, no matter how hard Sam might try.

You stayed right behind him, practically breathing down his neck as he moved through the decaying space. Mostly because you couldn’t see a damn thing without his light source, and you weren’t risking tripping in a place like this.

“Are you scared?” He teased, turning slightly to face you.

“Of what?”

”Scared of seeing a ghost?” He was taunting you in that ridiculous cartoonish spooky voice, and you would’ve pushed him if it didn’t mean you’d be distancing yourself from the light.

Instead, you scoffed at the thought. “You know what I’m actually scared of? The very real chance of getting tetanus, Samuel. This has to be your dumbest idea yet.”

As you entered another room, you immediately noted the crudely drawn design that you guessed was a pentagram adorning the floor in red spray paint. You spotted piles of empty beer cans, trash from food containers, torn condom wrappers, and crumpled cigarette packs in the debris scattered across the floor.

“I guess the local teenagers found their new hang-out spot.”

“I think they might have had the right idea.” Sam pointed the light down, studying and laughing at the painting, kicking over an empty beer bottle with his foot. “I can lay you down on this beautiful, dust-covered floor and set the mood just right. What’d ya say?”

“Ew!” You shoved his arm, making his laughing increase in volume. “You’re fucking gross. You know that?”

“Oh come on.” He flicked his wrist up, shining the flashlight directly at you. You tried your best to shield your eyes with your hand from the harsh light blinding you. “You can pull that stick out of your ass sometimes. I know it’s difficult for you, Y/N. Live a little!”

“And die from the black mold inhalation and asbestos that’s probably in here and god knows what. All that for some average, mediocre dick? I don’t think so, Sammy boy.”

“Ouch! I’m offended!” He clutched his chest in faux offense as he knocked into your shoulder to exit the room. But, the sudden creaking of floorboards coming from the second level made you both freeze in place.

You listened, holding your breath, as the sounds carried from one end of the house to the other. What the fuck was that?

You stayed deathly quiet, listening closely for the noise to repeat itself. The house stayed silent, eerily silent with the both of you staring at each other. When the sound didn’t occur again, you were already quick to be the skeptic, prepared to disprove any theory of something supernatural happening here.

Sam, however, seemed to change his demeanor completely, immediately convinced that whatever had made the noise was something to be afraid of.

“Alright,” he finally spoke up. “Let’s go.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, still frozen and rigid. “Go?”

“Yeah, Y/N. I’m getting tired. I think we should go.”

His eagerness to suddenly leave made you giggle to yourself, forgetting about your previous nerves. You grabbed his wrist before he could turn to leave the way you came. “Wait, wait. Things are finally getting interesting.”

“Interesting?” His eyes were wide as his whispering got louder with each word spoken. “You think that is interesting? You have no idea what that could be-”

He was cut off by another sound that sounded like scratching against the floorboards above you. Directly above you.

You watched as his eyes rose to the ceiling and then dropped back to you, wider than they were before. Even in the dark, you could tell that all color had drained from his face. You huffed another laugh at his shift in confidence. “Sam, I’m sure it’s just raccoons or something.”

“Is that supposed to be some joke? A prank or something?”

“This was your idea! I’m sure it’s fine,” you tried to reassure. “The house is old, it’s windy outside, it’s nothing!”

But just as you finished the sentence, you heard another deep groan come from another section of the house, just a room over from you both. The room you were about to enter just moments before. Your best friend’s face was straight, deadpan as he looked at you with clear annoyance. And as if you hadn’t been holding onto his wrist, he resumed his previous task of leaving the house in a hurry.

“Sam, wait!” You called after him.

It was a wonder how fast his legs allowed him to travel. You noticed his pace wasn’t much faster than normal, but you still had to take two steps for each of his strides.

He didn’t chance a look back at you, but with each small shift of leaves or calling of the night birds, he snapped his neck to investigate the noise before returning his gaze to the stream of light in front of him.

“You’re not scared, are you, Sammy?” You teased further, chuckling at the very obvious tunnel vision he was experiencing right now.

“No,” he said defensively. “I’m just tired, and I want to go home.”

“Yeah, right. If you were that tired, you would’ve asked me to drive. You’re scared.” By now, your laughter was causing difficulties in your trek back to his car. You were practically bent over, clutching your aching stomach as you gasped for air. You hadn’t realized you were at the fence from earlier until you came back up for air, seeing Sam’s frowning face staring right back at you. On the other side.

“How the fuck did you get over there so fast?” You asked incredulously, humor still evident in your tone.

“Maybe if you weren’t being so obnoxious, you’d be able to keep up,” he complained, flicking his hand that held the flashlight. “Now hurry, I’d really like to get to sleep at a decent time tonight.”

You couldn’t suppress your giggle as you made your way up the fence for the second time tonight. “Since when did you care so much about getting a full night’s rest?”

Your only response was an eye roll from him, but you counted that as a win.

You were almost disappointed that you could see the car in the distance. Watching Sam stomp the path to get to the vehicle, a slight pout and look of distaste on his features, had become quite amusing to you. All along, it had been his idea to come to this place, and you were a little anxious that you wouldn’t have as good of a time as he would. However, you kept thinking about how the roles had reversed as the night progressed, and the irony of that made your laughter worsen.

“Would you hurry up?” He hissed as quietly as his frustrations would allow him. “I know it’s dark, but can you please walk a little faster?”

“If you just admitted that you’re scared, maybe I’d consider it,” you giggled. “It’s really not that big of a- agh!”

In a moment, he had reached behind himself and grabbed onto your wrist, yanking you towards him so you could catch up. Essentially, he was dragging you along with him at the pace that he set. You were lucky that your stumbling feet could catch up.

“Sam!” You called to him, hoping that your chastising would go far enough to make him loosen his grip. Although, did you really mind the sweet, dull burn of his fingers around your wrist, bruising the skin?

“Quiet down, Y/N. Thanks to you, we actually will get arrested for being out here.”

But you both knew that was a lie. You had been talking loud, but you were far enough into the woods that no one would dare seek out you and whatever you were discussing. Besides, you were essentially at the car anyway.

“You’re just scared that whatever’s living in that house is gonna come for us. Are you really that scared, Sammy?”

“Christ, you are so annoying!”

In a blink, you felt your body being whirled around, your back colliding with what felt like cool metal, a loud thud resounding from the impact. Of course, the wind had been knocked from your lungs, and you groaned from the slight pain of it all, but upon opening your eyes, the shaky breath you tried to inhale was caught in your chest.

You were pressed against the side of the car, the cold surface sending shivers up your spine and reassuring you of the season’s welcome. Sammy’s hand was still wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. Yet he was so, so much closer now.

His chest was flush with yours, sternum heaving with a rapid pace of breathing, visibly frustrated with your act. With the moonlight serving as the only light source, you couldn’t see much, but you were sure that his pupils were wider, dilated in some way you couldn’t quite piece.

But when he looked at you, he saw intrigue. He saw how your cheeks seemed to turn a shade pinker. He saw how you shook from the proximity. He saw you.

“Oh? You’re into this, aren’t you?” There was a heated tone in his words, however, a sense of hesitance still remained. He was goading, trying to see what reaction he could get out of you. If he could continue treading on the limits of your friendship. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a fucking brat all night.”

“Sammy…” You warned him, having to turn your head to hide the flustered expression that you were ridden with. It was dark, but with the intense burn of your skin, it seemed as if he’d be able to see your blushing cheeks from a mile away.

“Look at me, baby.” The pet name itself would’ve been enough to make you listen to him, but when you felt him grab your chin and gently tug on it to meet your eyes, you couldn’t believe the effect he had on you.

Sam tilted his head in observation, paying close attention to your pursed lips and wide eyes. “My sweet, innocent Y/N likes getting thrown around? Roughed up a bit?”

Usually, you would’ve ached to slap the cocky smirk right off of his face. But now, as you listened to his teasing, you relished in the attention he was giving you.

What was wrong with you?

Even while under the influence, things had always been strictly platonic. You’d never looked at your best friend this way, and you had never felt this way around him. There had been no ‘close calls’ with you two; the parameters of where you stood remained. He never dared to touch or talk to you like he was now. So close you swore you could hear his heartbeat over your own.

He was pressing into you, leaning in a touch closer than he had been at the beginning of all of this. His hand had released your chin, but his fingers had begun to comb through and fiddle with a lock of your hair. The featherlight brushes led to very obvious goosebumps along your neck, something that he chuckled in amusement from.

You could kiss him right now.

With how close he was, you could throw away all inhibition and close the space between you. You could explore the mouth that had driven you insane with annoying banter and quips all night. The mouth that belonged to your best friend. He was your best friend. You had to stop this.

“What are you doing? What are we doing?” You couldn’t stop the anxiety bubbling inside of you. Sure, you had been itching to get a reaction out of him with your teasing and joking, but you had no idea it would progress to this. This wasn’t a response you had ever seen before tonight, and you hated how much you loved it.

Of course, Sam shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Whatever you want to do.”

Choices. Decisions to make, boundaries to cross. An endless vat of possibility. He knew better than to leave it up to you, but watching you visibly flip through each of your thoughts was much too entertaining to him. However, just to twist the knife of your torturous wound, he continued.

“You want this, don’t you?” He sneered, his nose crinkling ever so slightly with the mischievous grin on his lips. “I mean, I can let it go, act like this didn’t happen if that’s what you want. But personally-” He paused, always one for a dramatic flair. Bringing you to the edge of your seat, making you wait for what comes next. Loving the way your breath hitched as you listened for the rest of his sentence. “-I’m thinking about bending you over the hood of this fucking car.”

God, you were losing. You were losing your composure. Your willpower. Your balance. His words and tone made your knees buckle, your body quivering at the lovely image he had placed in your mind. You let your head loll a bit, resting it against his chest to bury yourself from the embarrassment creeping in. It was very obvious that he was ahead in whatever game this was, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“Yeah? Doesn’t it sound lovely?” He questioned, his hand grabbing your hip to keep you upright, pressing you that much more into the car behind you. Your agreement was muffled into his chest, prompting him to grab ahold of your chin. This time, he was much more gentle to lift your face, but his hungry expression of desire never changed.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” His hand fell from your face, now trailing a finger down your chest and stomach. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you, instead choosing to pay attention to each and every shift in body language from you. How you froze, trying to hide your squirming under his touch. How you stopped blinking as you felt his hand travel lower and lower. How your mouth opened just a touch more when he hooked his finger in one of the belt loops of your jeans. “You act like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You wanted to laugh at his joke, knowing it was an allusion to your previous banter with him, but you couldn’t. It seemed impossible to make light of a situation that was so heavy. You could taste the lust dripping from his lips as if it were some sweet, addicting syrup. But there was so much more to consider.

What were his expectations? What if things fell apart to the point you were no longer able to be friends with him? What if he wanted more than just this? Something you couldn’t give him?

“Sam…” You put your hands over his that tugged your hips towards him, the only action you were capable of that would show him how flustered you were feeling. “What happens if we do this?”

It was a silly question, one that made it seem like you hadn’t already hopped, skipped, and strutted past the fine line of what friends were and weren’t supposed to do. But it was a question you had to ask before you had gotten past the point of no return.

He hummed, as if he were searching for the answer to your query before settling on, “Nothing. We get this out of our system tonight, and we forget about it tomorrow.”

You knew you couldn’t. There was no way in hell you’d forget about this. You’d be absolutely unable to forget about the words he spoke and the looks he gave. The way he had already touched you, how his hands would feel on your body if things progressed. The way his hair felt draped over you while his lips were pressed against your neck.

But if that’s what it took for your friendship to not be affected by this, you’d agree.

“Does that sound okay?” He asked before sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

A moan tumbled from your lips, and you whispered your consent as efficiently as possible. That, however, was all it took for him to resign to the urges that had built up through the night. That final confirmation to flutter from your open lips, allowing him to venture into this uncharted territory, exploring what you had danced around for years. What you were so sure of at this moment.

His lips disconnected from the delicately sweet, softness tucked away behind your ear. You would have had him stay there forever if he’d allowed it, but it was apparent that he had other plans for you. The heat coming from his body, all from the close proximity you found yourselves in, caused his addicting scent to flood your senses. The woodsy notes of his cologne swam freely in your head with the hints of his last cigarette lingering on his skin as you breathed him in.

You hadn’t thought about what kissing Sam would be like before this moment. Would he be gentle, explore each intricate detail of your lips with weightless touches of his own? Or would his tongue slip easily into your mouth, skip all the build-up, and dive right in?

The few seconds to consider the possibilities weren’t enough to prepare you before it happened.

His mouth melted effortlessly into yours, seamlessly, locking together like a perfect puzzle piece with the curves of his lips. It was hesitant at first, experimental as he sucked at your bottom lip, but not without leaving a playful nip between his teeth. His lips parted slightly and the hint of his warm, velvet-soft tongue graced your own. The gentle flicks, barely-there touches to tease you for what’s to come, was the very thing you had been craving all night as the harsh contrast of cold air stung your cheeks. Something you didn’t even realize that you wanted until it sent your senses into overdrive. You pulled at the collar of his jacket in desperate need for him to be closer to you somehow, even though his body was pressed entirely to yours.

That whimper into his mouth was what flipped that coin. This first side was testing the waters, seeing if there was even a shred of chemistry between the two of you before you would move to the next step. Now the other was facing you, any caution, any doubts he might have had about you were gone, vanished and replaced by a feral need to feel every part of you, to be inside you.

You began to experience that unbridled passion, that hunger for more as his tongue danced across yours in a fight for dominance, one he was clearly winning. With hips rutting into yours, you felt him pressing against your belly, almost painful from how hard he had become within the short time that felt like seconds. You didn’t even realize your hand traveling down his body until you felt his erection beneath your palm over his jeans. Each pass of your fingers brushing the rough denim, teasing him just enough to drive him crazy, was being paired with your panting breaths fanning across his mouth.

His forehead pressed into yours, eyes clamped shut as he felt every gentle squeeze of your hand around him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relishing in this brief moment of control, watching his every reaction to your touch.

He throbbed against your hand, and he couldn’t help the urge to buck forward to chase the feeling, needing only that much more.

“You like that? You whispered, allowing the taunt to flutter across the shell of his ear, making him groan loudly while ripping your hand away from his hidden cock.

“Fuck this. Get in.” He snapped, the sound reminiscent of a growl rumbling from deep within his throat.

Suddenly, the door handle popped open and you found yourself thrown into the backseat, all with the same force he had used to slam you into the side of the car. You crawled until your back was against the interior of the door, quickly followed by Sam diving in after you. You were undoubtedly cramped in the small space, but the way he had slotted himself between your legs, like he had been there many times before, you couldn’t care less about the circumstances. The glow of the moon shining through the rear windshield, cast Sam in its gauzy light.

You were witnessing this new, near-primal look swirling in the darkness of his eyes, pupils lust-blown out as they raked down your body.

He wasted no time hooking your legs around his waist as he pressed himself into you, leaning down to catch your lips once again. They were starving in their desire for you while his hands slipped under your sweater, you shivered from the cool touch of his hands trailing up your stomach. He hummed to himself, appreciating the softness of your skin, and your muscles quivered uncontrollably from the tickling sensation as he made his way up your body.

His thumbs hooked under the band of your bralette, pushing it over the swell of your breasts along with the sweater, causing them to fall when released from the snug material.

You might have protested your bare chest being so exposed to the freezing air if it wasn’t for Sam licking one of your nipples into his mouth the second they were freed from your clothing. His wet tongue drew languid circles around the sensitive nub as he palmed over the other. The intoxicating warmth, the heat, of his mouth drove you wild as he worked over the supple skin of your breasts.

You whined at the feeling, and it didn’t take much for your hips to grind into him. He reluctantly released your nipple from his mouth with a light pop of his lips and leaned back on his knees to look down at you.

Your hands reached out to find the tattered hem of his sweatshirt, and your fingers dipped under to feel the silken skin against your fingertips. He instantly shuddered at the contact, hissing through his clenched teeth, “Your hands are fucking freezing, Y/N!”

A small giggle you were trying to hold in escaped your lips just as you released the button of his jeans, “Awww, is Sammy afraid of it shrinking?”

Instead of responding to your juvenile taunting, he fell forward and his all-too-perfect teeth sank into the flesh of your neck, making you cry out suddenly.

You didn’t even realize the nervousness coursing through your body at this moment until you noticed your fingers trembling along the elastic band of his boxer briefs.

“That’s cute.” He teased, licking at the now tender spot where he had just bitten, but you were able to pick up on the subtle change in his breathing when your fingers slid into his pants.

The toned, lean muscles of his stomach contracted when you finally slipped beneath the fitted boxers. A shaky sigh left his chest as soon as you touched the trimmed patch of hair, traveling down to feel his bare skin. He was so warm, and so smooth. It was beyond surreal, feeling your best friend in such an intimate way, yet somehow staying natural. You traced the details with a cautious touch until you realized… oh my god.

You gasped in shock, instantly breaking into nervous laughter “Holy shit, Sam! You never said you were hung like a-“

You couldn't even finish the thought before you were cut off from his lips crashing into yours, licking into your mouth in such a way that caused you to become completely distracted.

“Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up?” He mumbled against you, and acting out in a moment of impatience, he dug into his pants and pulled himself out so you could have the entirety of it in your hand, now with unrestricted access.

Oh fuck, You were holding Sam’s cock in your hand. It twitched slightly with each steady beat of his heart, rendering you speechless. Sure, you’ve done this before, but with Sam, it felt like you were doing this all for the first time.

Your heart was racing, stomach churning with excitement from the idea of fooling around like dumb teenagers in the back of his car, even running the risk of getting caught. You were here doing the same exact thing you had just made fun of inside the house only minutes before.

“Is it really a surprise to you?” He asked, voice husky and low, yet each word was interrupted with panting breaths as you wrapped your fingers around his length, He couldn’t hide the way he smiled into your cheek in response to your reaction, and you could only nod, and with a gentle rock of his hips, he continued, “Go on, baby. Touch me.”

That gentle push of encouragement was all you needed to stroke him, slowly at first, taking in just how soft, how delicate he seemed, all in perfect contrast to how thick and heavy he felt in your hand. A bead of precum leaked from the tip and you collected it with a swipe of your thumb while you continued to pump a loose fist over him.

Sam pulled his face from yours to watch you touch him this way, wanting to remember every second of this moment with you. He groaned loudly, letting his head roll back as he placed his hand on your knees to steady himself, squeezing his fingers harder into the flesh with each flick of your wrist.

“Mmmmm…fuck. That feels so…so good,” He breathed out, shaking through each word and his head tipped forward. You watched as his brows upturned, knitting together tightly in pleasure, showing the expressions of being lost in the feeling of your hands working him.

Just watching him made the dull ache of your arousal start to build rapidly, making you grind yourself against him in search of any friction. You clenched your thighs even though they were still wrapped around his. You wanted him so badly it was borderline embarrassing.

“Sam…” You couldn’t hold back the pathetic whine while lifting your hips, desperate in the need to feel something, anything more from him. You reached out with the other hand, taking in a handful of his sweater so you could yank him close to you.

“Oh baby, what is it? Are you feeling left out?” He mumbled into your jaw, his open lips brushing against the vulnerable skin. “Did you want something from me?”

His smirk told you that he knew the answer, of course, you wanted something from him, but you nodded anyway. You hoped that stroking him more fervently than before would help his decision to give you what you wanted. With a groan, his lips met yours, matching the neediness that you were feeling. His fingers found the button of your pants, frantically working to unclasp the garment as your fingers worked against him. Out of frustration from not wanting to waste another second, his hand dipped under your waistband without waiting to tear the clothing away from you. Your hips bucked into his hand as his fingertips traced along the inside of your thigh.

His fingers dipped between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your underwear. The teasing, whisper of a touch only caused you to squirm restlessly and let out a soft whimper in need.

He decided to give in to your non-verbal pleas even if he wanted to hear the sounds of your eagerness throughout the night. Despite the lack of space in the backseat, he was still able to make quick work of ridding you of your pants, tossing them into the front seat completely out of your view.

He leaned in, hovering his lips above yours just enough so you could feel the warmth of his breath fan over them again. His hand slipped between your legs once more, now without the restrictions of the denim. The only barrier between him and where you needed him most left was your dampening underwear clinging to your body. With the graze of his fingertips, he could feel the heat building within your core.

He circled his fingers lazily over your covered clit, realizing just how turned on you truly were. He was experiencing your need, understanding that it wasn’t just words or phrases you thought you should say at the moment.

He practically purred into your parted mouth, “Oh baby, you’re soaked.”

You writhed beneath him, squeezing him in your hand with each swipe of his fingers over where you needed him most.

“You want me to take these off?” He asked, looking into your eyes, followed by a light snap of the garment against your skin. His lips were so close, and when you leaned up to meet them, he pulled back just out of your reach.

He tsked behind his teeth in disapproval at your impatience, “Gotta answer me first.”

“Yes…Sam, please!”

With his fingers looped around the waistband of your underwear, he slipped them off your lifted legs that rested on his shoulders. If you were somehow half-paying attention, you would have seen him tuck them into the back pocket of his pants before continuing.

He took his time to admire the softness of your skin, rubbing from your ankles down to the thickness of your thighs as you wrapped them around him. You allowed them to fall to the sides, spreading open for him to see you like this for the very first time. As if you brought him under his trance, his eyes fell, now that there wasn’t anything left to his imagination. You wrapped your hand around him again, stroking him in an effort to bring his attention back to you.

He dropped forward and planted a kiss on your lips as he traced the sensitive spot with a brush of his fingertips. The cold chill lingering on his skin made your body instantly shudder the second he slipped a finger inside your heat. You tightened around him in your want to hold him there, causing a groan to rumble from his throat.

“Look at you,” he cooed in your ear, the rasp in his voice revealing a certain cockiness that had started to surface. The curling of his finger inside you pulled a moan residing deep within your chest, “Is that really how you feel about me?”

You could only nod in desperation. The hand that wasn’t preoccupied with pleasuring him was gripping tightly onto the fabric of his sweatshirt that bunched up against his chest, pulling him as close as you possibly could.

Sam pushed another finger deep into your pussy, brushing against your sweetest spot with increasing pressure. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought the movements were reminiscent of how he might pluck the strings of his bass.

Even with that image, your ability to concentrate fell apart within seconds, your lips failed to move against his, and even lost the focus you had on him in your hand. The only thing occupying your thoughts was the need to chase that feeling building between your legs. The sounds of your growing wetness echoed throughout the backseat.

You were panting into his mouth as your hand released around him to find a new hold, now wrapped around his wrist with nails digging into the skin. The clear decision to pull him away or to keep his fingers buried inside you became muddled the closer he coaxed you to the very edge.

You were so, so close when he suddenly pulled his fingers from you, making you whine out from the loss of contact, to wrap them around the base of his cock that you had been neglecting. His beanie had slid off his head at some point, allowing hair to fall across his face as he looked down between your legs.

“I can’t wait any fucking longer. I need to feel you, y/n,” he groaned, almost sounding drunk despite the both of you being completely sober all night.

Sam’s breathing was nearly as strained as yours had become, fogging up the windows within the few minutes spent intertwined together. He shifted his body against you and lined himself at your entrance, dragging himself through your folds, coating himself in your slick with the teasing passes with his cock over your clit. When his eyes flicked up to meet yours, you caught the devilish grin spreading across his features, but you were more than ready to take his hand for the sinful act. The sight should have acted as a warning, and you placed a hand against his shoulder and gave him a final nod.

“W-wait a ahh-“ you were cut off by him pushing himself into you, stretching you out in one quick motion. “Oh…oh my god, Sammy!” The ragged moan evolved into breathy giggles as he bottomed out inside you.

“Oh…fuck.” He breathed into the crook of your neck, joining in your laughter as your fingers knitted into the tresses of his long hair. He stilled his movements with the head of his cock nestled safely against your cervix, adjusting to how incredible you feel, wrapping tighter around him more than he could have imagined, even if he tried.

He reached out with an open hand to brace himself against the door, lifting off of your body slightly to watch his cock plunge inside you. His hips began to roll into you, slow and experimental at first.

The familiar fire within you had been building, a climax left suspended without release, was now bubbling within your belly once again. He pushed himself up to sit between your legs, and you took the opportunity to touch yourself.

He watched in pure awe with mouth hanging slightly open as you collected your wetness between your fingers and circled them over your clit while he thrusted into you. You wanted to bask in the feeling forever, how he glided effortlessly into your pussy with each snap of his hips.

“Holy shit,” he sighed out through a shaky breath, brows knit tightly together as his fingers pressed even harder into the padding on your knees.

“Like what you see?” You relished in the ability to see that look on his face, how it revealed his loss of power, the control that had been shifting between you all night.

He laughed in response, the fucked-out sound making your head spin just as his gaze returned to you behind half-lidded eyes, ”You’re so fucking hot, Y/N. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

Sam’s unfiltered praise made your heart race, and you clenched around him causing his eyes to roll back behind heavy lids in ecstasy.

His name tumbled from your lips over and over in broken whispers. You were overwhelmed by him. He was everywhere, every sensation, consuming every one of your senses. The feeling of the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your thighs, the way his breath fanned across your cheek, to how his hand gripped onto your hip. All of it threatened to make you unravel at the seams with each passing second.

“I know,” he murmured softly. You didn’t have to say another word. He was right there, experiencing all of this with you.

Your hands slipped under his sweatshirt and in the cloudy haze of your pleasure, your fingernails dragged across the smooth expanse of his back. The sharp sting of your nails flipped a switch inside him instantly. He fucked into you harder than before, abandoning the mercy he had held for you up until now.

His hand left your waist and snaked around your neck with fingers pressing just hard enough to make you aware of their presence. He felt you swallow against his palm and your hand wrapped around his wrist to keep him there.

“What did you say earlier? Oh yeah…average, mediocre dick? Those were your words weren’t they, baby?” He taunted into your ear, emphasizing the words with a harsh thrust into you, only to be paired with a mocking smile against your cheek.

“Sam…please!” You cried out in a broken sob along with a pathetic hold on the fabric of his sweater. You were right there.

“You are quite the actress with how you’re falling apart all over my cock like this, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have a response, the dirty words coming from his mouth were rendering you speechless. Even though you should have predicted it coming, you had no chance to say something witty back, and he knew it. Another rush of heat pulled to your face when you blushed at the thought. He was right, you were a mess and he was never going to let you forget it.

“Shut up.” It was all you could muster with how close to the edge you had become.

He slowed to an agonizingly deliberate pace, unhurried in his actions, eliciting a loud groan from you in protest. “What? Don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me how it feels?”

You searched endlessly for a coherent answer as he continued to fuck you patiently, yet the words had abandoned your brain altogether with each brush of his cock against that hidden spot.

It was a pitiful whine that left your mouth, “Ah, fuck…you feel so good, Sammy.”

And god, he did. You would curse at the thought that you had waited this long to find out for yourself. You wanted to resist the urge to tell him. It was Sam afterall, and the last thing he needed was the stroke to his ego.

“It’s gonna be hard to forget you saying my name like that.” The words swam in your consciousness in a hushed lullaby, airy through each exhale across your ear. “If you could only hear yourself. Say it again for me.”

The simple request dissolved any restraint you had left and his name spilled from your kiss-swollen lips.

His hand left its place around your neck and hooked around the back of your knee and muttered into the vulnerable skin of your throat, “I’m so close.”

You tightened your legs when you heard his admission, hooking your feet around his back to pull him completely flush against you.

“Seriously…” he let out in breathy, desperate pants, “I can’t…l, I-“ His hips began to falter through his stuttering and he gripped onto your leg tighter than before.

“Cum inside me, Sam,” you whispered into his ear, voice dripping with desire. He pulled away just far enough to look into your eyes, searching, making sure that’s exactly what you said.

“Y/N…”

You squeezed your legs around his waist again with your palm cupping his cheek. “You heard me, Sammy.”

“Are you sure?” His voice was weak for the first time tonight, revealing that despite the facade leading up to all this, he was under your absolute control.

Your head fell back against the hard plastic surface of the door, and you tightened around him with a final plea, “Yes! Please… I need you.”

The lewd sounds coming from him were divine and you wished you could listen to them forever as they bounced around your mind. It was the tipping point for you, causing you to sink into the depths of your orgasm.

The way you clenched around his cock with each blissful wave rolling throughout your body, halted his movements inside you. There was such an intensity to that sensation for him that it was only mere seconds until his own release followed yours.

The sudden warmth of his cum spilled into you while he was buried deep in your pussy. You stayed clutched onto him, his chest was heaving wildly as he laid against you, soaking in the high of what had just happened.

You stay locked together, reeling from every feeling and emotion transpired between you. You allowed yourself to embrace the comfortable silence, combing absentmindedly through his hair with gentle fingers, even tucking pieces behind his ear. Minutes had probably passed until he eventually pulled himself from you.

You just couldn’t resist the temptation of throwing one last jab at his expense. “So, are you gonna finally admit how terrified you were back there?”

“Really? You’re already back to being annoying as shit?” He scoffed with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes as sat against the seat. It could have been just because that’s how you and Sam were, but maybe it was an attempt to prevent awkward tension from developing.

Sam tucked himself back into his jeans and reached down to grab yours off the floor of the backseat, and threw them at you rather aggressively. You burst into another fit of laughter while rushing to pull the pants over your legs. You weren’t going to worry about finding your underwear with the mess threatening to drip down your legs.

He stepped out of the backseat, almost slamming the door behind, and slid back into his place on the driver’s side. You crawled over the center console into the front seat and flipped the visor down to see your reflection in the tiny mirror.

“Sam!” You gasped when you saw it. Under the harsh yellow lighting, your eyes locked on the very large, and painfully obvious blotchy bruise forming across the skin of your neck just below your ear. “Did you seriously give me a fucking hickey?!”

You pressed your fingers against it, desperate for it to fade away with each pull of your thumb across the surface of broken blood vessels.

He glanced over to you, grinning like the idiot he was, “Maybe everyone should see that I finally fucked you the way you deserve.”

Just as your mouth flew open in disbelief, he turned the key in the ignition, firing the dormant engine back to life.

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The Devil’s Little Secret

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: Where did you stand? Were you chasing after something that wasn’t there? You tried to cast your feelings aside, pushing them to enjoy and moment with him you could in secrecy. A Halloween party was sure the perfect opportunity to pull down that guard and expose things for what truly are…But was it going to be what you hoped for?

Word count: 11.5k (we couldn’t help ourselves 🤭)

A/N: Tonight is a little bittersweet for me. I’m excited to share the final installment of the Halloween Collection, but I’m saddened to wrap up this collab with the lovely Allie - @ageofnations . Jake was the one we were both most excited for and I think it shows. We really hope you guys enjoy this. This month has been a wild ride for sure.

Don’t forget to send Allie your feedback, love, and support as well. I really couldn’t have done with without her. She killed it as always ❤️

Warnings cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content, 18+ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m! receiving, masturbation, voyeurism, blindfolding, use of a sex toy, dom! Jake, degradation, praise, a little scratching/biting, slapping, choking, spit kink, lots of dirty talk)

This was a stupid idea.

Why didn’t you just go with what you were comfortable with? You always went with a funny costume. Funny was safe. It was expected.

But this? This was dangerous. You were practically dancing on thin ice.

The nerves you had been keeping at bay all night were beginning to creep up as you rubbed your palms against the fishnet tights covering your thighs while you stood at their front door.

You had felt so confident in front of the mirror at home, twirling and posing for almost an hour, even taking pictures and videos of yourself. It was just enough time before you could talk yourself out of the idea and change your outfit entirely.

You weren’t even sure what came over you when you bought this costume. It wasn’t like anything you had worn before, especially in a setting like this. It had taken you nearly thirty minutes to figure out how to place the thin black straps of the pentagram harness across your chest. The vibrant red, latex dress fitted your frame like a corset, hugging your body as if it was a second skin. The intricate stitching and boning through the bodice gave you the accentuated curves that some people would pay to have. Each v-line of the cups pushed your breasts up in the most delectable way, just enough to risk them spilling out if you were to bend over.

The garment barely came down to cover the swell of your ass, causing it to peak out with every stride in your step. It was undoubtedly the most daring outfit you have ever purchased and put on your body.

But was this the perfect ploy at grabbing his attention or would it seem pathetic and desperate?

He hadn’t spoken or sent a single text to you in over two weeks. He wasn’t even the one to invite you over tonight. It was his brother that insisted you come join them in whatever this costume party entailed.

The temptation to just throw it all into the open acted like an irritating itch you couldn’t quite scratch. You thought tonight might be the greatest opportunity to do so. Just to see where you stand. Was he just stringing you along? Was it really just sex when it was convenient for him? You wanted the answer, but you were more scared that it wasn’t going to be the answer you hoped for. You were too afraid of losing what you had, even if it made you question everything. Even if you had to pretend that sex was all you wanted.

You considered it, time and time before. There had always been moments where you thought you could slip into conversation with him about such a serious topic, but you almost always talked yourself out of it. Even as you stood outside the door he was undoubtedly behind, you hadn’t decided on a plan. You hoped it would come to you by the time you came face to face with him again.

As soon as you entered the house, the walls of your chest reverberated with the music blaring through speakers. Strobing multi-colored lights flashed across the decorated house. You smoothed out your dress again for the millionth time tonight, now stressing that the length was too short for comfort. You thought you’d get used to it, but now with the amount of people pencil—packed into the twin’s place, you weren’t so sure.

Your eyes scanned around the room, adjusting to the flashing lights in hopes of catching a familiar face. When you finally spotted one, a sigh of relief puffed from your lungs. With a target in mind, you shimmied past people grinding each other while trying to avoid a rogue drink from spilling on the costume that you worked meticulously to put together.

He was pouring a bottle of tequila along a row of shot glasses when you approached him. You took a moment to study over the details of his costume. One thing you could guess was that it included a toga given the large amount of white fabric draped across his slender form, pinned right above his shoulder. He completed the ensemble with a pair of his well-loved Birkenstocks and a golden wreath crown nestled in the mane of curls, making evident that this was a last-minute costume thrown together.

“Josh,” you announced your arrival to your dear friend.

“Hey! Oh-“ he paused the moment his eyes flicked up to meet yours, spilling the clear liquor across the counter in doing so. That’s when he straightened, preparing himself to take in the full sight of you. “Oh…”

A mischievous grin spread across his already more than inebriated face as he looked down at your body, taking in the different parts of your outfit. “So… you’re the…” When his eyes caught the set of tiny red horns peeking out through your hair, he was able to piece it all together,“…the devil?”

You giggled, admittedly relieved that your choice of costume was at least identifiable to him. “That’s right.”

“God, I fucking love Halloween.”

It was the way he said it, paired with the look he was giving you that made your cheeks flush with heat.

You leaned over the counter, grabbing one of the shot glasses lined in front of him, giving him a nice view of your chest. “And you are?”

There was a moment of silence from him not answering you right away, but when you caught him staring, he quickly cleared his throat, “Apollo, of course.”

You raised a questioning brow.

“Ya’know? God of music and art. Poetry. The sun and light-“ He started to ramble on about the Greek deity, sharing facts you would never remember after this conversation.

You nudged his shoulder, cutting him off to bring his attention back to you, “Okay, okay. I got it. It fits you.”

“I’m flattered you think so.”

You teased with a giggle, tugging the fabric bunched at his hip, “But is this your bedsheet?”

“Ha. Ha. Keep laughing, missy. At least you know how I look wrapped up in it.” He turned to face you, licking across his bottom lip with a gentle hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, “Want to try it for yourself?”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant attempt at flirting with you, but not without huffing an amused laugh. “Watch yourself, Joshua.”

He released you without protest, settling for a clink of glass he had been holding up to yours. “Alright, alright. The last thing I want is to get in trouble with you.”

You glanced around the room in search of the man that had been on your mind. You decided to take the chance, hoping that the question wouldn’t give you away, “Have you seen Jake?”

He paused before answering, a knowing smirk now forming on his lips. “I’m sure he’s off brooding around here somewhere.”

Although his response didn’t help you much, you knew Josh was probably right. With how Jake had been avoiding you of all people, it would probably take some searching to find him in the sea of people. You wanted to ask more questions about him - what he had been up to if he’s mentioned you if he’s mentioned someone else - but you didn’t want to give Josh any hints about something you weren’t even sure about yourself.

You groaned to yourself before tossing back the night’s first sip of alcohol, knowing that you would need the liquid courage to eventually face him.

“Catch up later?” Your voice squeaked through the burn in your throat, and you winced as it spilled into your empty belly.

Josh only gave a single nod before throwing back his own shot of tequila into his mouth.

As you turned to walk away to leave, a palm swatted across your ass, causing you to yelp from the sudden contact. It was hard enough to get your attention without leaving a sting on the flesh.

You whipped around to see Josh pulling his lip between his teeth, “He’s a lucky man.”

Did you hear that correctly?

“Huh?”

But instead of answering you, he simply walked off with the rest of the shots in hand. For a moment, you stood there, repeating the words in your head over and over again, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. Did he know?

It would make sense if he did know. There were times you had come over to the twins’ shared home while Josh was around. You always tried to sneak in, hide in Jake’s room unless absolutely necessary and tiptoe downstairs if you ever needed to, but even then, it was almost impossible to stay quiet when you were alone with Jake. Especially due to the nature of most of your visits.

If you successfully managed to go through the duration of this affair without Josh suspecting you, you’d might as well be the luckiest person in the world.

But them being so close… wouldn’t they talk? They were twins, in the end. They knew each other like the back of their hands, quite literally. Despite Jake making the agreement with you - one that avoided putting labels on anything for public knowledge - it seemed logical that he’d still mention something to Josh.

You just hoped it was all good things.

As you shuffled around the other partygoers, you thought you saw Jake in the distance, his long chestnut hair flowing off his shoulders and down his back. But before you could begin your investigation, a figure stepped in front of you.

You were barely able to take in the last-minute costume they wore - Hawaiian shirt, camera, and fanny pack making the “tourist” costume believable. By the time you could tell who it was, you were wrapped in a tight hug, the person’s long, lanky arms draped around you and holding you close while they greeted you.

“Hey, Sammy!” You returned much too cheerfully, trying to hide the frustration you felt from his untimely interruption. “I was just about to go say hi to-“

“Jake?” He interrupted as he pulled away from you.

“Yeah, actually. How did you…” Your words trailed off, your slight embarrassment making your cheeks run red.

Sam chuckled at you as you tried to play coy. “Who else would you be trying to piss off by flirting with Josh?”

Your embarrassment turned to defensiveness as soon as the words were uttered. “I wasn’t flirting with- wait… does everyone fucking know?”

“I mean… you guys aren’t subtle,” he reasoned, shrugging and putting his hands in the pockets of his ridiculous cargo shorts. “…and he might’ve told me.”

With a huff, you pushed past him and continued your strides to where you thought Jake was. You’d apologize to Sam later for your behavior and lack of conversation, but with the current emotions you felt, talking to anyone other than Jake didn’t seem like a great idea.

Maybe Josh. Maybe. You’d be okay with it just being him aware of your situationship with Jake, but if he was willing to tell Sam… his loudmouth of a younger brother? You could only imagine who else knew.

He had his back to you as you approached, stuck in some conversation with Danny while they both garnered a drink of their own. In normal circumstances, you wouldn’t approach him in such a manner while he was around others. But now, it seemed as if your prudence would be of no use. So when you finally were in earshot, you spoke over the music that surrounded you.

“You fucking told everyone?!” Your hand wrapped around his bicep in the process of speaking, ripping him out of the conversation he was in and making him turn to face you.

Jake’s expression was one of surprise - obviously from being startled by your sudden, unexpected presence - but when his eyes raked across your body, he simply smirked to himself.

“Y/N,” he greeted plainly, ignoring your question.

You glared at his disinterest, but your eyes shifted over his shoulder as you heard Danny snickering from behind him. There was a certain grin he wore while he sipped from the red plastic cup in his hand, one that told you that the Kiszka brothers weren’t the only ones aware of your “relationship” with Jake.

And that only fueled your anger more.

“Jacob. Your brothers just asked me about… us.” Your voice was feeble by the time you got to the last word. You were unsure what to call whatever this was, and you’d be damned if he used this as an opportunity to poke fun at you. You definitely didn’t want this to be how you exposed your true feelings about him.

“Okay?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We agreed to keep quiet.” You crossed your arms over your chest, making the stance your weak attempt at protecting your confidence.

“Did we? I didn’t know you were capable of that,” he quipped.

You almost forgot about Danny’s presence until he seemed to choke on the drink he was in the middle of, a sputtering noise coming from him as he chuckled. Your back-and-forth banter with Jake had obviously been amusing to him, but he made his departure with a pat on Jake’s shoulders and a wink shot in your direction. As if he were wishing you both good luck in whatever transpired from this.

Your anger prevented you from returning such a gesture.

“What are you doing here?” Jake continued, looking over your costume once more. “All dolled up as a slutty… devil? How original.”

You knew he was only teasing, but with your current state, the comment made you blush much brighter than it normally would. You finally took the time to inspect his chosen ensemble, hoping you could put together a quip of your own.

Barely covering his torso was a white blouse, the string of what would’ve laced the front of the shirt together left dangling and untied. The long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, showing off his array of bracelets. Black pants, a pair that you recognized as ones you complimented in the past, were held up by a black belt, the white shirt tucked behind and under the silver buckle.

You could tell he had been tedious about the details of his getup. On his exposed chest sat a number of gothic-themed necklaces, some of which you had never seen before, others his normal choice of jewelry. One, in particular, caught your eye- a metallic set of what looked to be fangs, a red jewel dangling from one of the sharp canines to emulate a drop of blood.

He had even gone as far as to put the tiniest amount of eyeliner on his lash line, something you definitely didn’t mind at all.

“And a vampire is your definition of original?” You bit back at him before taking a step forward to shorten the distance between you. You grinned before chancing a soft graze of your fingertips on the side of his neck, smiling at the two red dots drawn on with makeup to resemble a bite mark. “What lucky lady got to help you with this, huh? If I have to share, I don’t see why you can’t-”

In a flash, Jake grabbed your wrist with his free hand, warning you with an almost growling threat. “Watch it.”

“What are you gonna do? Bite me?” You giggled to yourself. Any anger you had previously was now stamped out by your need to irritate him as much as possible. You relished the attention he was giving you right now, and if this is how you’d get it after weeks of not hearing from him, then so be it.

“You and I both know you’d like that. Stop being a brat.”

You almost whimpered as the grip on your wrist tightened into something almost deliciously painful, but you kept your composure. “What’s the matter, Jake? Not happy to see me?”

Just as you found pleasure in the ache of his fingers wrapped around you, his hold loosened upon hearing your words. His eyebrows tilted slightly in what seemed to be a concern, but it was quickly masked by aggression. “Who said I'm not happy to see you?”

“This attitude or ego or whatever you’ve got going on here. You didn’t even say hello.”

“Of course, I’m happy to see you,” he cooed, dropping your wrist at your side and placing his now-free hand on your hip. He seemed almost sweet as he looked down at you with a smile, but you should’ve known better. The nicety was soon discarded for a taunt hissed between gritted teeth. “Just don’t like seeing everyone look at you like this. You’re dressed like a fucking whore.”

As it always does, the name was successful at making you blush. You ducked your head as he tugged at the bottom hem of your dress, pulling it down as if it were much too short for his liking.

“I wanted to look good for you, Jakey.” Your voice came out whiny, almost pathetic as your confidence softened. You thought you’d be the one in control of this conversation, but he always found a way of stealing the show. You’ve never been good at resisting him.

With a huff of a laugh, Jake rolled his eyes at your attempt to win him over and be in good graces once again. “Then you should’ve done that when I had you alone. Not when all of my friends are around.” He leaned in closer, looping a teasing finger under one of the straps of the harness over your chest. “Why haven’t you dressed up for me before, baby?”

“You never asked…” You answered simply, but decided to test your chance with him once more. You couldn’t hide your smirk as you continued. “Even tonight, Josh was the one who asked me to come. Maybe I should go to his room tonight.”

“Don’t-” Swiftly, he grabbed your chin, making you gasp and swallow any additional comment you wanted to add in. His glaring eyes were no longer mixed with saccharine, now completely, entirely fed up. “-fucking say that.”

He was observing you, seeing just how you reacted when he treated you like this - like he normally does - in a public space. With the way you were panting, however, he knew there was no difference. His eyes traveled across your features, getting stuck over your lips for a moment too long.

You didn’t know what his next move would be, but his thumb swiping over your plump, pursed lips was not an action you foresaw. The digit smudged the black substance of your lipstick as if he were finger painting with the most delicate pigments.

You didn’t get to see his wide, prideful smile for long before he leaned into your ear, close enough that you could feel his necklace tap against your body as it swung gently from his neck. After waiting a moment, letting his breath fan across the exposed area of your neck, he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re fucking mine.”

You were stunned. Frozen in your place.

Even when he finally released your jaw with a pointed shove, you couldn’t respond to him.

Jake smirked at your astonishment, proud of himself for rendering you speechless and red-faced. Your mind didn’t register that he had whispered “I’ll be back, angel” until he had already begun to wander through the crowded space. Alone. Without you.

By the time you were able to blink again, you had lost him. You took this as a chance to escape from the overwhelming mass of people, scurrying off to the bathroom as soon as you spotted it. As you bobbed and weaved through, you kept your hand covering the makeup that was now smeared on your lips and cheek, praying no one would ask about it.

When you got to the confines of the room, you were thankful that no one else was occupying the space. You had fully expected someone to be hunkered over the toilet, or even making out in the corner, just moments away from ripping their costumes off of one another. But instead, you were able to shut the door behind you and take a deep breath to calm the nerves that had successfully been stirred again.

You didn’t take a moment to look at the job he had done, choosing to remove it as soon as you could. You ruffled through the cabinets and drawers, finding the spare makeup wipes he had hidden away for you. You always appreciated the gesture, especially since he kept them out of sight of others and replenished them if you ever ran out. Which seemed to happen a lot due to the nature of your visits.

As soon as you grabbed the plastic package, you tore into it, grabbing a wipe with a shaky hand. But when you looked in the mirror and prepared to wipe the makeup that was now out of place, your mind seemed to lag. It was stuck. You were in a trance, engrossed in a merry-go-round that only played the sound of his gravelly voice.

“You’re fucking mine.”

The words repeated in your mind too many times to count. The grip he had on your jaw and chin had already been committed to memory. In the countless weeks and months of your time with Jake, he had never acted so… possessive? There was a lot you were unsure about when it came to labels with him, but this was not one of them. You were his, at least in a sexual way. It was an agreement. He was yours. You were his.

So why was he being so sensitive about it tonight?

The question plagued you while you wiped the black streak from your face, scrubbing in particularly stubborn spots.

You were thankful for the quiet solitude, but soon, the sound of the door opening paired with the growing roar of the party. A ‘tink’ indicated the barrier had been closed once more.

You knew who it was - it’d be unlike him to not follow you here - but you looked up at him in the mirror. A small smirk played on his lips before he spoke.

“I don’t know why you think it’s a good idea to fix your pretty lipstick when you know I’m going to mess it up again later.”

Your hand stalled as you smiled to yourself and dropped the gaze you held with him, suddenly too shy to look him in the eyes. The idea of what he could do to you in here tucked away from the unknowing guests on the other side of the wall, made you blush. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Hi, Jacob,” you greeted, this time much more sincere than before.

“Hi, baby,” he returned with a smile.

It wasn’t long before he had sauntered over to you, his chest flush with your back, strong hands holding onto your hips. He pressed his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath before placing a soft kiss on your head.

You tried not to take advantage of these moments, these times when things seemed to cross the line of platonic and ignore the principle of “sex only.” Before these past two excruciating weeks of radio silence from him, times like these were at their peak. Coming over just to spend time with one another instead of strictly for sex. Touches that lingered with no ulterior motive. Kisses that occurred just for the sake of being close to one another.

It had been so easy to slip into a routine with him, not needing to hook up to feel wanted by him. Intimacy that didn’t require sex.

But he took that away from you just when you started to believe that you could possibly have more with him. It seemed as if he were retreating then, but now, he picked up as if he hadn’t taken it all away from you before.

“I really am glad to see you,” he whispered as if it were something he was unsure of. As if he didn’t know if he wanted you to hear it.

“I think we both know why you’re glad that I’m here,” you teased, leaning into the contact of his head still connected with yours.

He shook his head disapprovingly. “Not just that.”

The response intrigued you and raised questions that you wanted to ask. But before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt his grip tighten just moments before twisting you around to face him.

Instinctively, you yelped at the rushed movement, breaking out into a fit of giggles from your reaction. When you looked up at Jake, however, his expression was nothing but serious.

His eyes were glued to your lips, and all signs pointed to him leaning in to kiss you, but as you decided to meet him in the gesture, he pulled away. He’d let you come close, just barely missing, without letting your mouths meet. He smirked at your attempts.

“Predictable,” he noted.

You pouted at him. “Jake, come on-“

“It looks like you’re the one desperate for something, right? You came here looking for trouble, but you’re blaming me.”

“I just want to kiss you.” You tried once more, hoping that your pouting would make him feel sorry for you and finally let you kiss him, but still, he resisted.

In fact, he squeezed your side to distract you. A gesture that made you shriek and squirm in his hold, dropping the makeup wipe from your grasp because of your giggling.

Before you could move to pick up the cloth, Jake had done so himself. You could’ve groaned at the sight of him perched on his haunches below you, and as if he could sense it, he paused in his place. His other hand had dropped to your ankle to steady himself, the skin burning under his touch. You placed a hand on his shoulder as you peered down at him, hoping it would make him stay there longer.

And it did. His movements to discard the wipe were slow, and once it was thrown away, both of his hands were on you. His palms traveled the length of your legs, up your calf to your thigh and back down again. You even felt him press a kiss to your knee before he spoke once again.

“I like these,” he purred, hooking his index fingers into the fishnets covering your thighs. The fabric was released in an instant, hitting your skin with a dull ‘snap’ that made you gasp to yourself.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, placing another kiss to the skin in front of him before he tilted his head back up to you. There was a hungry smile on his lips. “A lot.”

“I told you I wanted to look good for you…”

You sighed as he began to stand, leaving a trail of teasing kisses up your body until he was fully standing. A hand returned to your side and pulled you in closer, his lips departing from your neck for just a moment to whisper in your ear.

“You always do, baby. Always.”

This time, he leaned in much closer. After gifting you with thousands of kisses in the span of a few seconds, you were sure he was going to let you kiss his swollen lips. Especially with how his eyes darted across your face. But just as you convinced yourself to close your eyes and dive into it-

He kissed the corner of your mouth before pulling away entirely.

When you opened your eyes, he was at the bathroom door, twisting the handle and shooting a wink before retreating from the room entirely. Once again leaving you breathless and extremely flustered.

You were tired of it. Of him. Usually, you’d have enough patience to endure his teasing, but tonight, you were quickly running out.

You huffed from frustration, glancing at yourself in the mirror one last time and straightening your costume before leaving the bathroom.

You had one destination in mind, tunnel vision to the last place you’d thought he’d run off to. The house could’ve been empty, but you wouldn’t have known any different. The only thing you paid attention to was weaving past everyone and ascending the stairs.

When you came up here looking for him, you thought you would just storm right in with one goal in mind.

That idea seemed to dissolve the second you found yourself standing in front of his closed door. Any other time you would have walked right in, maybe with a knock out of politeness. However, tonight you hesitated, only for a moment to gather some confidence as you rubbed your palms over the slippery material of your dress once more.

It wasn’t that you were scared that you would find him on the other side of it, you were more anxious about what he’d do now that you sought him out. In all honesty, he was probably waiting for you, grinning to himself with that cocky arrogance you loved so much. He would be pleased with how turned you on he had made you from the night’s teasing.

You inhaled a large breath into your lungs before turning the knob and pushing the door in slowly, cautious as if he would jump out at you at any second. When you finally entered, you quickly realized he wasn’t even in the bedroom at all. You scanned over the dimly lit space, letting your feet carry you inside despite his absence.

You released a sigh of disappointment. Continuing to search for him and pretending to socialize was becoming a thing for you to dread. You wanted him all to yourself. Right here. Right now.

This room had become a familiar place with how many sleepless nights spent here. A part of you wanted to pull open the dresser drawer to fish out a worn band tee and crawl under the covers of his bed.

Would that cross that invisible line that you had yet discussed? The idea of him finding you tucked beneath the blankets and pulling you in his arms warmed your heart, but you resisted the urge.

You tapped your fingers along the surface of the wooden furniture, picking up various items of jewelry that sat in a porcelain dish.

The clicking sound of the door shutting behind you nearly caused you to jump out of your skin, as if you had been caught red-handed doing something you shouldn’t. You spun on your heels to see Jake leaning against it, drink in hand while staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

One thing was for certain, this wasn’t the sweet, delicate side to him that you witnessed just a few minutes prior.

A switch had been flipped. A dial had been turned.

The smirk on his face said it all. And all you could do was stare and prepare yourself for whatever came next.

He was already moving towards you, taking slow, calculated steps to close the distance between you. The plastic cup in his hand tipped back to fill his mouth with the swirling amber liquid it held. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed.

“You really are a pet aren’t you?” He seemed to spit the taunt at you, looking you up and down as you watched him come closer. “Finding your way home like a lost puppy.”

You blushed at his teasing. The insulting comment should have flared any residual anger you had left, but it only fueled your burning need to have him between your legs. He was right, in a way. Wherever he went, you’d follow close on his heels if he’d let you. And when you didn’t know where else to go, you knew where to come. Obviously.

He was right in front of you now, smiling at your silence, amused by the fact that you didn’t deny his accusations. He brought the red cup to your lips, teasing the rim along your lips and cocking his head to watch the suggestive gesture.

“Should I get you a collar and leash as well?”

Your eyes fluttered at the image he had placed in your mind, and of course, he noticed. Jake chuckled at you before lifting the cup in his hand, tilting it just enough to let the smallest sip of liquor seep into your mouth. You immediately winced at the burn, but you definitely didn’t pull away.

He let out a pleased hum before departing from you, setting the drink on the dresser as he made his way to the edge of the bed. He sat facing you, and just as you took a step towards him, he stopped you in your tracks.

“Stop.” The command flicked from his tongue across his too-perfect teeth. “Kneel.”

“Jake-“

His hand raised to silence you, then dropped to his waist to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops and tossing it on the bed beside him. Next was the button to his black slacks, followed by the zipper before his hand dipped below out of your sight.

He knew you wanted to be the one to do this for him. It seemed almost enjoyable to him as he watched you struggle to stand in your place, lengths away from him.

In a flash of a second, he had pulled his already hard cock from his pants and began to slowly stroke himself with a loose fist. You gasped at the sight before your eyes. It looked exactly the same as the time you last saw it, as if burned into your memory forever - perfect in every way as it twitched with his heartbeat. He went on as if he did not have your company at all, not bothered by your presence in the least bit.

You watched with your mouth hanging wide open in disbelief, “What are you doing?”

His eyes flicked up, breaking his concentration from his hand to meet yours, but he still worked over himself through the unwavering eye-contact. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t help the confused look pull your brows together as you stared back at him.

He huffed between the steady pumps of his fist, “You’re dressed like that for a reason, aren’t you? You’ve got my attention, so let me look at you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“I said ‘kneel.”

Even through the harsh command, his voice dripped endlessly with unbridled desire - smooth, yet leaving that signature burn, similar to the whiskey sitting in his glass.

That one word caused your legs to instantly buckle beneath you, sending your unprotected knees crashing into the hardwood flooring.

This was supposed to be a punishment for you.

He studied your expressions carefully, realizing that it was difficult for you to keep your focus solely on his eyes. When your gaze eventually fell to his moving hand and stayed there, a smile formed on his lips. It was becoming clear that you were enjoying this.

You clawed at the pattern of strings covering your thighs, clenching them together in impatience as the wetness between your legs grew, wishing that it was your hand stroking him instead.

Jake touching himself like this wasn’t something you had really seen before. Usually, the two of you were too preoccupied with each other for something like this to happen.

But it was an image you had pictured often, letting the mind wander from time to time thinking about what the scene might look like. You had even gone as far to hope he would think of you while he did it.

He didn’t disappoint you. However, there was a way he was pulling his hand over himself that made you question if it was a technique he used naturally when alone, or if he was mimicking the way you had touched him before.

Music from downstairs boomed through the house enough that you could still hear it muffled through the closed door. Despite the possible distraction, you were able to hear the soft moans leaving Jake’s mouth each time he twisted his hand around the tip.

“Crawl,” He ordered, pulling you out of your trance.

As humiliating as the act was, you chose not to defy him. You did as you were told, and shuffled one leg in front of the other, dragging your practically bare knees across the flooring with your guiding hands until you were positioned between his legs.

You placed a hand on both of his knees for balance as you sat before him. When you extended your arm, Jake caught your wrist with his free hand and yanked you forward, crashing into his chest and close enough that his lips hovered over yours.

The warmth of his breath fanned across your parted mouth, allowing you to smell the whiskey lingering on his tongue before you could taste it for yourself.

You only had a small amount to drink tonight but you felt drunk in his tight grasp.

“Jake…my lipstick.” You pulled back, well aware that it was a poor excuse to make. It wasn’t going to be the reason to stop you from going further. You just wanted to hear him mention how much it affected him one last time.

He let out a breathy chuckle, “I think that may be the point, sweetheart.”

The thought of marking him in black made your face flush with heat, and you were positive that your cheeks pinkened as a result. His talent to render you speechless was effortless, knowing just what to say and when to say it.

Your focus dropped to your hands trailing up his thighs, and he caressed under your chin, tilting your head up to look up at him. “Black really does suit you.”

With the compliment, you finally took him into your hand for the first time this evening. He groaned at the contact of your fingers wrapping around him, delicate and cool to the touch.

He felt so feverishly hot against your palm you were almost concerned. Your breath hitched as you felt how hard he truly was with each gentle pass of your hand over him. Each vein and detail felt more pronounced than times before.

Even though you could stay like this - just stroking him until his cum eventually drips over the ridges of your hand - you desperately needed to feel him elsewhere.

Jake noticed as you leaned down and swept your tongue across your bottom lip.

He leaned back on the bed on a propped elbow, letting a shaky breath rattle through his chest as he peered down at you. “I’ve been thinking of your lips wrapped around my cock all night.”

“Oh Jacob, how sinful,” you purred across the head that was beginning to leak with a bead of precum, emphasizing the word with a teasing lick. A string of breathy curses huffed from his chest as the warmth of your tongue wrapped around him. Especially when you buried him deep into the heat of your mouth without a single warning.

“Oh fuck!”

It was obvious that you had taken him by surprise with how quickly he shot back up to a sitting position. In the past, this was something you would work up to, teasing him slowly until you were able to take the full length of him. Tonight, though, you wanted to catch him off guard, just as he had been doing with his teasing.

You nudged him back, nestling the tip to the back of your throat all while suppressing the need to gag. His fingers weaved into the tresses of your hair as your drool began to spill around him. They tightened in an effort to pull you farther down than your limits would allow.

A tiny whimper escaped his lips as your tongue swirled around the thick base of his cock, tracing along the veins that ran up his length until you released him with a pop of your lips.

“You’re going to fucking ruin me doing that.”

You could only hope so.

“Can I record you, baby?” His voice was silken, enticing with its ability to convince you of anything he desired.

The question alone really didn’t shock you. Jake had taken pictures and videos of the two of you before, and with how you looked tonight, you should have anticipated it. The thought, paired with the way he asked made you blush with him still pressed against your tongue.

You hummed in thought, pulling him out of your mouth to look up as you continued to stroke him. “Why? So you can watch me while you jack off later?”

He let out a breathy laugh, and the sound graced your ears. The squeeze of your fingers sent his eyes rolling back behind heavy lids, “Something like that… fuck-“

The curse dragged out from his throat along with a slight buck of his hips. You stopped moving your hand to get his attention again, and you watched as his eyes fluttered open to look down at you.

“I just don’t want to forget this moment. You should see yourself-”

He cut himself off with a hand finding your chin, but this time his thumb wedged your mouth open as he leaned forward.

You’re obedient, knowing what’s to come.

He lets a pool of spit fall from his lips onto your waiting tongue. His fingers drag down the expanse of your neck just as you swallow the taste of him. With an approving hum, he guides you back to his eager cock without another wasted second.

You nodded, accepting his request. Although, you didn’t wait for him to dig his phone from his pocket before continuing to flick your tongue around that extra sensitive spot beneath the tip. He almost dropped his phone before he could hit the record button.

You put on a show for him. For this, it really wasn’t about the battle of gaining or losing control between you. It was a moment of experiencing his pure admiration for you.

Your hand worked what didn’t fit in your mouth as the bobbing rhythm of your head started to build in speed, feeding off the moans and pants that came from him. It was hard not to notice how the alcohol he had tonight had made him more vocal than he normally was with you.

You peeked up through wet lashes, right into the camera lens. He breathed your name and instantly tossed the phone to the side, eliminating the last distraction between the two of you.

He tugged at the horns from your headband poking through your hair, “Look at you… my little fallen angel.”

The praise made your heart flutter and an ache of arousal throb between your legs.

You lifted your head up and giggled when you saw the smudges of black lipstick smeared across his body. It was probably a mess across your face but neither one of you could care less at this moment.

Jake wrapped his hands around your biceps and pulled you up and onto his lap in a single, swift motion.

His lips connected with the delicate skin of your throat while his fingers danced across your back in search of the zipper to your dress.

You rocked your hips against him in the need for stimulation. The latex of your dress had been pushed up to your hips, exposing everything below it for him to explore. You thanked yourself for deciding to wear nothing but the tights underneath, because it was definitely paying off in your favor.

He grazed his teeth across your chest, leaving little nips to the skin as he made his way up to your lips. With one hand snaking into the hair at the nape of your neck, he pulled your mouth to his.

This wasn’t a gentle, loving kiss. It was frantic and unapologetic. Hungry as his tongue dove in a search for yours, tasting exactly as you remembered. The moan spilling from your mouth into his only spurred him on more.

His restless fingers found the tiny zipper and pulled it down the spine of your back, releasing you from the fitted garment. Before you could protest, he spun you so you were now laying across the sea of blankets.

The dress was tugged away from your chest and tossed to the floor. He licked across his bottom lip as his eyes raked down your body as he kneeled on the edge of the bed in front of you, drinking in every part.

His hands returned to your skin, roaming the expanse as he made his way back up. He didn’t hesitate to take your lips back into his, kissing you with the same passion that would take anyone’s breath away. You held him there, hoping that your grasp would keep him close to you for as long as possible.

When you felt him shifting above you, though, you knew your attempts were fruitless. He was rummaging in the nightstand beside you while you kissed, and soon enough, he pulled away from you to whisper in your ear.

“Remember our safe word?”

There was something in the way he asked, something so compassionate in his words, that made your heart ache. You nodded in response to him, your shaky breath keeping you from vocalizing yourself.

“And you know we stop whenever you want to?”

Again, you nodded. This time shifting so you could place a soft, pointed kiss to his ear.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Raise up for me. Just a touch.”

With the guidance of his hand on your cheek, you did as he said, sitting upright. You soon realized what he had been feeling around for just moments prior.

In his hands, he held a black, silken scarf. Not an object foreign to you, but something you rarely got to play with to the extent you wanted. He toyed with it in his hands, and after leaving a chaste kiss to your cheek, he had placed the fabric over your eyes. A meticulous tie was knotted carefully, and you were lying on your back once more.

With your sight taken from you, the things your remaining senses focused on drastically changed. It shifted to the soft sheets brushing against your bare skin, the recognizable sounds of Jake shedding the layers he previously had on, the changes in his breathing as he settles in between your spread legs, and even the smoky notes of his cologne mixing with the scent of his room flooding your nose.

You felt his hands skimming over your legs as he took his time to explore over your body. Aside from the harness still strapped across your chest, your tights were the only item of clothing still on you, and he was relishing in the feeling of them under his fingertips.

He massaged his thumbs into your hips with a firm pressure. You didn’t know where he was going to touch next, and it was driving you mad with each blind second. Fingertips traced the crease of your thighs before dipping down between your legs.

His fingers looped around the openings of your fishnets resting right over your aching core. It was similar to what he had done in the bathroom, but instead of simply admiring them again, he pulled suddenly, ripping them apart in the aggressive motion.

“Jake!” You scolded, only halfway seriously. Before you could continue, however, you felt a hand over your mouth.

You sensed him lean forward until his lips grazed against your ear, startling you.“If you’re gonna dress like a slut, act like it. Touch yourself for me, doll. I want to see it.”

Without protest, you trailed your hand down your belly at an agonizingly slow pace until you eventually came to your exposed clit. You felt him move against you.

Feeling emboldened, you reached out to touch him with your other hand. You half-expected him to swat it away again, but he didn’t.

You searched the air with open fingers until you were met with his bare stomach. He flexed as you traced over the details of his body, dipping lower to hold him again. Thankfully, he allowed it and started to rock his hips into the strokes of your hand.

You circled your fingers over your clit in unison with each twisting grasp you had on his cock, letting the rhythm build naturally.

“That’s it… just like that.” The sound was barely above a whisper. “I could just watch you all night.”

His hand traveled up your torso with the straps of your harness acting as a guide for his wandering fingers.

He felt over your bare breasts that were framed delightfully within the lingerie, giving them each a playful squeeze as he uttered the sweetened praise in a particularly gravelly voice, “I knew you could be a good girl for me.”

Good girl. There it is again.

Every day, you longed to hear the raspiness of his words fill your head. Now that you had them, it felt as though you were caught in the fog of a dream - all imagined behind the void of your blindfold.

As much as Jake had you figured out, you had also learned everything that made him weak. Your fingers tightened around him in such a way that sent him bucking forward with a lewd moan tumbling from his mouth.

It was the first real moment that revealed a chip in his control over you. After taking a second to regain his composure through your fit of giggling, he huffed, “Just when I thought I was going to be nice.”

You started to pull the scarf from your eyes and Jake stopped you before you could lift the fabric from your eyes. “Oh I don’t think you deserve that.”

You let your frustration slip out in a dissatisfied groan, “Please.”

Sure, you could bring yourself to finish without much effort, but that’s not what you wanted.

Jake chuckled at your impatience, but then shifted to his usual arrogant tone to taunt you, “Is the devil asking for forgiveness?”

He didn’t wait for a response before dragging the head through your folds, making sure to brush against your clit with each languid pass. He was taking his time with you tonight and you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated him for it. Without your vision, you were hyper-aware of every moment of contact his body made to yours.

“Jake…please,” you whined, the nature of it sounded pathetic as it cut through the air. He held himself right at your entrance without actually pushing into you, despite your needy pleas.

“Fuck. My name sounds so sweet coming from your pretty mouth. Say it again. I want to hear you beg for it.”

At this point you might have done anything to please him. His name rolled from your tongue over and over again like you had been stuck in a daze of lustful worship. You attempted to grab onto his arms, hoping that you could pull him to you closer somehow. Even with your hand wrapped around the forearm that was holding his weight on the bed as he hovered over you, he didn’t budge an inch.

“Tell me what you want.”

The possibilities seemed endless. Where could you even start?

You answered with the first thing that entered you head, “I need to see you.”

You had been so deprived of something you had taken for granted.

He lowered himself to your ear, allowing his long hair to tickle across your sensitive skin. Each featherlight touch of his full, pouted lips sent a rush of heat to your core, “If you want to watch me fuck you so badly, you’ll have to make a deal for it.”

He was still right there, pressing himself onto your pussy without actually slipping in. The predicament was enough to drive you crazy and cloud any thought that tried to enter into your head. He continued, “You can watch, but I will decide when you cum… if I let you.”

Before tonight you knew that wasn’t true. He hadn’t left you unsatisfied yet, but with the way things have unfolded for you this evening - you weren’t sure about that anymore.

You muttered under your breath in defeat, “Fine.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling the silken blindfold from your eyes, tossing it to the side of the bed. The time needed for your eyes to adjust made you wince in discomfort.

Once you could focus on him above you, you felt the temptation to reach down and grab his phone buried in the bundle of sheets. Just so you could snap a picture to seal in the sight of him.

His eyeliner had started to smudge out under his lids. Black smears from your lipstick streaked in random patterns across his face and neck. His hair had become messy and tangled from needy hands. Dark, almost-black pupils were blown wide with lust with just a hint of pink pricking the height of his cheekbones.

You wanted to capture it, unsure if you would ever see him like this again. His golden skin radiated under the soft, warm glow of his bedside lamp.

He was breathtaking. Well, until that cocky grin flashed before you.

And because you just couldn’t help yourself from letting the words used to bait him fall from your stupid, bratty mouth, “Josh wouldn’t have taken this long to fuck me-”

Whack!

Jake’s large hand had connected with your cheek in an instant. An action he knew you liked from the times you had spent together, but this had still taken you by surprise. The hot, searing sting of him striking your face clouded your judgment even more than the feeling of his cock resting against your core.

He did warn you after all.

You weren’t really sure why you did it, but you reeled back and threw your hand out without another second to think twice.

Which you probably should have.

Your palm struck his left cheek with a loud crack!, way harder than even you had anticipated based on the pulsing sensation radiating throughout your hand.

Oh shit.

You could only stare at him. Motionless. Even though tears began to well up in your own eyes. His head didn’t move back from the slap you inflicted for several excruciatingly long seconds. He then brought his fingers up to his face to trace around the flesh that had started to redden from the harsh contact. You laid beneath him, stunned by your own actions, and desperately trying to gauge his reaction.

When his face finally turned so he could look at you, his mouth was hung slightly open in shock that you struck him like that. You couldn’t quite place the emotion stirring behind his darkened eyes, and just when you feared the moment between you had been destroyed, a grin started to pull at the corners of his lips.

You tested the waters by reaching out and his hands quickly snatched around your wrists - and with a force you should have expected - he thrusted them into the mattress above your head.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t welcome the dull pain of how tightly his fingers gripped around the skin, threatening to leave small bruises to remember him by.

Deep, heavy breaths blown through his flared nostrils fanned across your skin as he hovered directly over your face. You tried to squirm under his hold, but your resistance only made his hands tighten that much more around you.

The cold metal pendant of his necklace dragged along your heaving chest with the thin chain dancing over your throat when he finally broke the silence hanging between you. You trembled under his weight, and you felt the teeth of his smile when he noticed his effect on you.

You felt like a scared little rabbit, too frozen in fear to move from your spot. His voice was calm, pointed, yet smoky as it fluttered over your lips, “Josh wouldn’t make you feel as good as I do either, remember that next time.”

His parted lips brushed across your hot, flushed cheek until they met the shell of your ear once again, “Oh and you’re going to pay for that little stunt of yours.”

He broke from you to dig something else out from the bedside table, fumbling through the contents inside the drawer until he pulled out the item he was looking for.

There it was.

The sleek vibrator he had purchased to use on you the last time you were together in his bed. You couldn’t believe you had almost forgotten its existence.

The soft, satin black silicone brushed against your skin as he traced it down the center of your stomach, making you shudder from the sensation.

Of course you couldn’t forget the fact his cock was still pressed against your clit, throbbing and ready for you throughout all of this buildup. You rolled your hips to chase the need for him - desperate to finally have him where he belonged.

Jake clicked the button, spurring the simple, modest toy to life in his hand. He smirked in response to the rapid pulsations and pressed the edge of it directly to your clit, making you jolt from the intensity. Your muscles spasmed, causing you to clench around nothing, an emptiness that made you ache.

A ragged cry ripped from your chest. The pulsing vibrations of the toy - already set way higher than you were ready for- were causing you to writhe uncontrollably under his strong hold. Your nails dug into the flesh of his hand from the merciless rumbling against your bundle of nerves.

“Ah-Ah! Jake!”

He grinned, not caring that you were much too sensitive for this. He trusted the fact you would mutter that safe word if anything pushed past your limits.

He watched as you rolled beneath the vibrator, searching for the perfect spot for it to lay between your lips. Your orgasm was building rapidly within you, twisting and winding to the inevitable snapping point within minutes.

You believed there was going to be a second of reprieve when your body began to accept his form of delightful torture on you. One could argue that it was to your benefit when he gave into his own needs that had been burning beneath the surface of this facade.

He finally guided his cock into your pussy, slipping in so slow that it seemed like you were pulling him in inch by inch. Each little push into you was a depraved blessing, a feeling - a memory that would keep you awake at night for weeks to come.

Jake pressed the button again when he had filled you up to the hilt, only to increase the power setting on the toy, now that he was hidden in the safe warmth of you. The buzzing against your swollen bundle of nerves had you locking him in, tightening around his cock like a vice-grip.

“God, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth as his eyes fluttered behind his weighted lids. Airy laughter escaped his throat, “I know you’re supposed to be from hell, but you feel like heaven, baby.”

You wished for this moment in time to stay forever. It probably was greedy with how badly you wanted it, and you felt like you didn’t deserve how incredible he made you feel. Over the time spent together, he had learned every detail of your body, studied every pace and angle that drove you wild, even remembering every word passed from his lips that sent you spiraling.

He sensed you were close from how you spasmed around him. He had long forgotten about your “deal”, throwing the notion that he was the one to decide this for you altogether.

Jake pressed a flat hand below your belly, “I can feel you, sweetheart. You’re right there. Just let go for me.”

That’s all you really needed despite him barely moving at all. It was just the way he stretched and filled you out as the vibrator hummed to your clit, paired with his coaxing words that pulled you into the blissful waves of your climax. His strong fingers dug into the curve of your hip as he was treading against the current above you, resisting the temptation to follow your release with his own.

Uneven panting pushed from his lungs during this internal battle he was fighting alongside you.

Once you barely had a minute to recover from your first high, he abandoned the gentle nudges and replaced them completely with harsh thrusts.

Jake’s hand found a new place wrapped around your throat, fingers pressed into the sides with a perfect, yet firm pressure as he snapped his hips relentlessly into you - feeling as if he had always belonged there.

“You make it so hard to be rough, you know that?” He grunted.

You wanted to respond. To ask what he meant but that, but you were too distracted by him.

A thin layer of sweat coated his lean frame, causing the surface of his skin to glisten under the light of his bedroom. Trails started to drip down the expanse of his smooth chest. Strands of his hair had even clung to his forehead and cheeks as it swung wildly in the air.

His eyes were clamped shut with thick brows knitting tightly together as he became lost - just overwhelmed by the feeling of you.

There was a fleeting moment of concern that you might pass out from the overstimulation ravaging your body. Fucked-out screams should have echoing form the walls of his bedroom with the way his cock slammed into your cervix repeatedly, but he was careful in keeping them quiet for only him to hear. You were beyond delirious as the circulation of blood became restricted to your head.

You nearly welcomed the risk, but just when you thought you might have to tap his hand that gripped around your neck, his fingers released from you to place a palm flush against your chest.

This is exactly what you had been craving this entire time. His touch. The duality of it. Perfectly rough with the right amount of aggression to excite you, yet still delicate and intimate when you desired it most.

“I missed you,” you blurted out now that your inhibition had been stripped from you through the course of an hour.

But you did. Painfully so. You missed his calloused fingertips grazing across the most intimate details of your body. You missed the intoxicating scent of being enveloped by him. You even missed the lingering sweet taste of his lips after he kissed you.

He slowed his movements upon hearing your confession, dropping his body to lay across yours. You take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his slender waist, securing him in this embrace with you. He hummed and ran an affectionate hand down the back of your thigh.

“I know you did, I know.” He nipped at the soft flesh of your cheek. “You thought about me a lot, didn’t you?”

You nodded listlessly against his sweat-dampened face, answering him in a fragile, breathless voice, “…yeah.”

He crooned melodically in your ear, the place quickly becoming a favorite of his, “I bet you played with yourself when you did, huh? Slipped those fingers in that pretty pussy of yours pretending it was me. Doesn’t feel quite the same now does it, baby?”

Your nails dragged across the length of his back as a pitiful cry tore from your chest and into the peak of his shoulder that was pulled between your teeth.

The unhurried roll of his hips never ceased given how his cock glided into you with your pooling wetness soaking him. It was too much to bear, and you were finding yourself so, so close to the edge.

“You should know by now that you can’t replace me.”

You wouldn’t argue. You both knew it. You couldn’t do it. A toy would never compare, and there wasn’t going to be another man in your life that could make you feel the way Jake does.

Your fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him into a kiss. His lips didn’t stay there long as he trailed the kisses across your cheek, along your jawline and down.

He mumbled something into the crook of your neck, and due to your current state you didn’t make out the words right away. But it would kill you to miss it. In a final effort to pull your focus to it, you caught the phrase being repeated under your ear in a hushed whisper.

“- I love you.”

What did he just say?

That couldn’t be right. It must have been your mind playing a cruel trick on you.

“I’m so in love with you, baby.” The admission was more deliberate this time. You weren’t mistaken.

His name choked back in your throat.

“Jake-“

He withdrew his lips from the tacky skin along your neck, and lifted your chin to direct your eyes to his.

“I mean it, Y/N.”

The rough, brazenness he has seemed to have with you was gone. It wasn’t a role he was playing. This was now purely him. Unfiltered, and unmasked as his gentle, caramel eyes looked into yours.

You didn’t need a second to think it over - to consider if you felt the same way. You have for a while now. Probably from the very first time you slept together if you looked back honestly.

Your fingertips flitted across his marked cheek, “I love you, too.”

Tension melted from his features and a breath of relief escaped him. His fear that this could have been one sided was gone, but the ability to hold back his own release went with it. His brows tipped up, and his hips finally faltered against you.

You pulled his forehead to yours as he succumbed to the throes of ecstasy. His body shook in your hold as frenzied, broken breaths coated your skin. You were peering over the ledge right behind him from your body being so in tune with his.

In a staggered final thrust, the addicting warmth of his cum spilled deep into you. Mantras of incoherent curses from the both of you filled the room, hanging over the mess of entangled limbs.

Usually, you were able to lay in silence with him after nights like these. You didn’t mind listening to the soft panting that slowly turned into slower, deeper breaths. You didn’t mind the sensation of his fingers tracing your skin, drawing invisible circles and spelling your names on the canvas of your skin. You didn’t even mind the emotional urges that came with being so vulnerable together. You could live there. Usually.

Now, though… everything felt almost uncomfortable. There had been so much said, so much left unsaid, that you couldn’t just sit there in silence with him. Your skin was burning with every swipe of his finger, and you tried to hide away from it, but it only made you nuzzle into him more. Your mind wasn’t mellowed, as usual, it was much too loud. A chorus of chanting questions begging to be answered.

If he loved you, why hadn’t he said so sooner? If he loved you, why was tonight the first time you had heard from him in weeks? Did he love you?

“Jake…” You were tentative in asking, but as soon as you said his name to get his attention, there was no backing out now. You swallowed before continuing, “Why didn’t I hear from you?”

His movements stalled, and you could feel his body stiffen just slightly. A deep breath was taken as he considered how to answer your question.

There were a million excuses he could make, as to why he stopped talking. He could tell you that he just got too busy, he could say that he had been exhausted, he could even say that he was waiting on you to just show up one day. But that wasn’t the truth.

“I- I broke our rules,” he settled on. His voice had become so little, so small that it was almost unrecognizable.

The sentence made you freeze, and anxiety immediately bubbled inside of you again.

Rules?

Had he… slept with someone else?

It was the easiest conclusion to come to, the simplest explanation for his answer. But it made your blood run cold. You opened and closed your mouth, hoping that eventually, words would come out. Instead, a simple, quiet question was all you could muster. “...What?”

He sighed. “Our rules,” he repeated, as if that was what you needed to be clarified. “We agreed to only have sex. Just sex. That’s all it was supposed to be…”

You were relieved that the conversation was going in a different direction, abandoning the fear that he had been seeing someone else. But you couldn’t help but feel a little defensive as he rambled on in reasoning. He wasn’t accusing you of anything, but right now, it felt as such.

“But god, Y/N,” he breathed. “It was more than sex for me. So much more. And I was afraid I’d lose you if I said anything.”

A hint of a smile made its appearance on your lips. The sincerity of his words made you blush, but you were still extremely confused. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“So you just… stopped talking to me?” It didn’t make sense to you. Why he’d retreat at such a time, when he claimed to love you much more than he let on.

“I didn’t say I was smart,” he said with a chuckle, kissing your head for good measure. “You make me incredibly stupid.”

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The Number One Rule

Pairing: Danny x F!reader

Summary: Unlike most Halloween nights where you found yourself getting into trouble with the boys, you opted for a change of pace this time around. That was until an unexpected guest changed the course of your planned evening alone.

Word Count: 8.7k

A/N: This is the second installment of the Halloween Collection. Remember this is a collaboration so don’t forget to send support, feedback, and love to the lovely Miss Allie - @ageofnations as well! Hope you all enjoy this as much as we did! 🧡🎃

**Disclaimer: Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with the utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. We do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way**

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit material 18+/ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f! receiving, fingering, dirty talk, a teeny bit of orgasm denial, mask kink, slight choking)

What you believed to be the last of the trick-or-treaters had knocked on your door about thirty minutes ago, and as soon as you had given them copious amounts of candy and shut the door, you had gotten comfortable on your couch, and you began scrolling through your different social media apps. With the bowl still about half full beside you, you decided to indulge a bit yourself, picking up a piece of candy, unwrapping it, and popping the treat into your mouth.

Tonight was a quiet night, unlike most Halloween nights for you. Instead of partying with the guys, as usual, you had decided to spend the evening handing out candy to groups of children wearing their chosen costumes for the year. Greeting the children was always an interesting feat- seeing the excitement on their faces as they asked for candy, hearing stories about who was who and why they picked that costume, recognizing the familiar nervousness evident in the introverted kids, glued to their guardian's sides until the candy was presented. It was fun to interact with them all.

Plus, it felt like a nice break for you. The drinking and socializing you usually did with the others was always fun, but you knew you’d regret it the next day. And as soon as you had told them your plans of staying in for the night, they immediately attempted to convince you otherwise. They were determined, and their inability to get you to come out was not from a lack of trying. You had put up a pretty good fight, ultimately accepting that they would take you out for a few drinks the following night.

However, once nine o’clock hit, and you figured the festivities were done for the night, you quickly became bored with your decision to stay home. Once you got tired of seeing the same Halloween pictures and couples in costumes, you locked your phone and tossed it to the side. You decided on cleaning up a few dishes and picking up around your place while waiting to make sure that you’d have no more interruptions. Eventually, you decided on changing into your favorite pajamas and pouring yourself a drink.

As if the universe were taunting you, you heard the knock on your door as soon as you brought the glass to your lips.

“Are you serious?” You mumbled to yourself, leaving your kitchen to pad over towards the door.

You swung it open expecting a young child in a goofy costume, but instead, you were met with… nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Your outdoor light illuminated what the moon did not shine on, yet you still didn’t see a thing.

Fucking teenagers, you thought to yourself, preparing to shut the door on the pranksters. Yet, as soon as you let your guard down, a masked figure jumped out in front of the doorway, slapping a hand on the frame and yelling to punctuate his scare tactic.

Instinctively, you leaped backward, and the high-pitch scream from your mouth reverberated through your living space.

The individual at your front door was just as startled as you for a moment, but they soon erupted into… laughter?

“Daniel?”

The person was essentially doubled over in a fit of laughter, and upon finally catching their breath, they put their hands up defensively before pulling their mask off. Soon enough, your suspicions were confirmed.

“I did not think you’d get that scared,” he panted in between more chuckles.

You crossed your arms and huffed at him. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes at him, moving to shut the door before he put a hand up to stop it.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I really didn’t think it would scare you that much.”

“You’re mean.”

“I don’t mean it.”

“What’s with this getup anyways? What are you supposed to be? Some knock-off cartoon ghost or something?”

His face contorted into a look of confusion, “Um… Ghostface? Have you never seen Scream?”

“Scream?”

“You’re kidding.” He pushed past you, inviting himself in.

“What are you doing?”

“We,” he corrected. “-are about to watch Scream.”

“Is this really what you came here for?”

“No, it’s not. But we’re watching it.” You heard his voice echo as he entered the kitchen, tossing the cheap Halloween mask on the counter.

Thankfully, that golden summer sun-kissed look that made your heart skip a beat had lasted on his skin, even though the season had shifted into autumn weeks ago.

Your eyes trailed down the length of his arms, spotting the portion that was visible from his sweatshirt being pushed up to the elbows. You noticed how the muscles in his forearms twitched just slightly when he twirled the liquor bottle sitting on your kitchen counter. He was practically glowing as he stood in front of you.

You knew you were staring, studying each new detail, admiring just how healthy he looked. He had even gone as far as to take better care of his hair recently, and each time you saw him, the frizzy locks had flourished into perfect ringlets, bouncing each time he moved.

Admittedly, you had always liked Danny, even from the very first time you met him. It was that reserved, calm demeanor of his that initially drew you in. But in recent months that shyness had blossomed into this beaming confidence as he started to find himself more and more.

As much as you adored seeing it, it made you more nervous than ever. For a long time, you thought this thing you had for Danny was a small, meaningless crush. Something that you believed was undoubtedly one-sided and was sure to fade away as your friendship developed.

You pressed again, “Why are you here then?”

A mischievous smirk flashed across his mouth as he sauntered past you toward your living room, holding his hand to his chest in the faux offense. “You make it sound like you don’t want me here? Is that what’s going on, Y/N?”

You blushed some from his tone, following behind him. “Danny… it’s Halloween night, why aren’t you with the guys?”

“And leave a pretty girl all by herself tonight? I guess you really haven’t seen the plot of a scary movie before.” He slumped into the couch and patted the cushion beside him. “Come on.”

You stood in place, hesitating as you leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, running through the scenario unfolding in your head.

You never dared to act on your impulses before, instead choosing to ignore the feelings altogether. It always seemed wrong. Wrong dynamic, unfortunate timing, because if he wasn’t in a committed relationship, he was healing from one.

When he was single, you believed that you shouldn’t risk ruining the friendships between him, you, and the Kiszka’s. What if things got weird, so awkward you couldn’t bear to see each other again? The thought alone crushed you.

You questioned it though. Time and time again. If he had the same feeling or any feelings towards you. You would have never admitted it to anyone, but you found yourself obsessing over those fleeting interactions in your head when you lay in bed at night after seeing him hours prior.

Your mind would replay the moments when his gaze on your lips lasted a few seconds too long. The constant flirty jokes and teasing banter that hung in the air between you. The way he would glance at you from across the room through a group of people.

Despite all these things, the small moments you had convinced yourself that was created within your imagination, he never actually made a move on you. Well, not really. Although, there was one memory that has plagued your consciousness since it happened, and it flashed in your mind once again.

You had one minute.

The countdown was fast approaching and you were running out of time as you watched the timer on the large screen in the living room. Everyone else had already paired with someone to share the traditional smooch when the ball dropped at midnight.

Of course, Danny made sure to tease you throughout the night, just as usual. Tonight it was about questioning your ability to find a willing participant to lock lips with.

Was it better to accept the embarrassment that you would bring in the New Year alone? Or should you just snatch someone at the last moment to get it over with? It wasn’t even something that was a concern for you when you came here tonight, why did it matter so much now?

Maybe because it was Danny. You had tried so hard to impress him, sometimes it was borderline embarrassing. He didn’t even notice you like that. Did he?

As you stared at the television, the exchange you had an hour prior repeated in your head.

“What are you gonna do this year, Y/N? Can’t lay one on Sammy boy this time.” That was a joke he was never gonna let die.

“Shut up. That’s not what happened, and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes and your weak attempt to save face. His focus shifted to pouring vodka into two shot glasses on the table in front of him. He raised a brow. “That’s not what I saw…or heard.”

“Why do you care? Who knows, I might just have to settle for a stranger this time. Might just embrace the single life and lock lips with my drink this time.”

He scoffed at your dismissive tone, bringing the tiny glass to his lips, “Oh come on, Y/N! If you want to kiss me all you have to do is ask.”

Before you had the chance to respond, he downed the liquor and brushed past, leaving you standing alone to process his words over and over again.

Everyone grouped in for the countdown, chanting together, “-Five, four, three…”

Suddenly, a firm hand wrapped around the nape of your neck from behind, causing you to jump from the unexpected touch. You turned to find the source.

“Two…”

You were met with Danny, inches away from your face with a gentle hold of your chin within his fingers, tipping it up so you looked into his glassy eyes. No. He wasn’t really thinking of this. It was all a dumb joke, right?

“One! Happy New Year!”

His lips connected with yours, and something that should have been a friendly peck was more passionate than you could have anticipated. You melted into him, stumbling to catch up to the movements of his tongue against yours. How drunk were you?

You got lost in him, and you would curse at yourself later for not remembering all the tiny details of the passing moment. It wasn’t until someone yelled his name amongst the cheers of other party goers that he broke away from you.

His eyes flicked back up to yours just as a smile slowly formed across his face, lagging a second behind from the alcohol in his system. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, whispering, “Happy New Year.”

And just like that, he walked off, intermingling with friends, acting like nothing had ever happened. That a kiss like that meant nothing to him. You didn’t talk about it either. It was the topic that never got discussed, not even once.

Almost an entire year has gone by, leaving you restless in this state of suspense. The unknown of what it truly meant, or if it was actually just meaningless, and if that was all it was ever going to be.

You had been through an emotional rollercoaster of hopeless pining and then frustration that things never changed between the two of you. You just wanted your dumb little crush to finally fizzle out so you could just move on already.

But here you were, accepting his playful invitation to join him and pretend that nothing ever happened and everything was just normal as ever for you.

As you finally sat on your couch, ready to watch whatever this Scream movie was, you would’ve been willing to bet that the cushions were suddenly made of brick. It hit you that you were alone. Alone with Danny. You felt awkward being so far away from him, having chosen a spot on the opposite end of the couch, but you knew the distance was probably best for you. Even from afar, you felt rigid, tense as you overanalyzed every position of your body on the piece of furniture.

The movie playing barely kept your focus pulled from Danny. Everything you had noticed about him during your friendship with the others, you were hyper aware of now. How he slumped comfortably into the cushion, one arm draped over the edge of the couch. How he seemed to feel so natural here in your space with you. Were you seeing things correctly? Had you fallen asleep after changing into your pajamas, entering another one of your perfect dreamscapes? No.

This was real. This was now. And although you did your best not to glance over at him, you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes wandered to him every time you questioned reality, and each time, you’d let your gaze linger slightly, mostly out of the corner of your eye.

You had become so distracted that you weren’t even aware of what was on the screen in front of you. The scenes were just blurred flashes of light, the dialogue a mess of mumbled words. Danny was your focus.

Only when he looked over to see your reaction to one of the scenes did he catch you staring, and immediately, embarrassment flushed through you, probably pinkening the apples of your cheeks enough for him to notice. His lips pulled into a teasing smirk as his tongue slipped across his upper teeth.

As much as you wanted to continue staring in awe at him, you quickly broke away to stare at the TV hoping that the moment would be lost within seconds. You didn’t dare look at him, but you would have sworn you heard him giggle under his breath. It was brief, almost unnoticeable, but the idea of being the cause of such a sweet noise made you want to hear it over and over again.

You stewed for what felt like half the movie before finally making the move to bring your feet up and toss the throw blanket over your bare legs. Just when you thought he had returned his attention to the movie, forgetting about your slip up, he proved otherwise.

Although his gaze never wavered from the TV, his hand wrapped around the top of your foot, pulling it to place on his lap. He brought the other as well, and started to rub them softly as he silently continued to watch the film. The movements of his thumb were gentle, yet firm as he rubbed into the sore muscles.

It was something so innocent, yet it fluttered along the lines of being platonic. At least, you wanted to believe that. You wanted there to be a hidden meaning behind his actions. You wanted to know if you were the only one with rampant thoughts and trembling breath.

You were imagining his hands- his strong, soft hands abandoning their current placement. Instead, they traveled up your shin, calf, knee. His fingertips drawing shapes along your bare legs in such a manner that you knew he had a hidden objective.

“Y/N, you’re freezing.” Danny rubbed the tops of your feet to warm them up, like someone would do to the hands after coming in from outside on a chilly day.

His statement brought you out of your thoughts, but with the direction they had been going in, was that really a bad thing?

“Danny, I’m fine.” You scoffed and went to pull your feet from his grasp.

“Seriously, your feet are like ice cubes,” he repeated, this time, keeping a strong hold on your ankles to prevent you from moving. For some reason, his grip made you blush.

You tried to snap out of your daze again, only knowing to return his argument. “They are not. Dan-“

“Come here,” he cut you off. In an instant he pulled your legs, draping them over his lap and brought you closer to him. Your protests were silenced by the action, and you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from sighing and melting into him.

“See? Isn’t that much better?” he hummed into the top of your head. You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat and every ounce of air escaped your lungs. You weren’t just watching this movie together. You were snuggling on the couch. With Danny.

You always imagined yourself like this with him, especially since you spent so much time with the boys, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this. There was no one in the house other than the two of you. No one to use as a buffer. No one to interrupt whatever might transpire from all of this.

You felt the heat radiate off of him, and his arm draped across your shoulders to nuzzle you in that much closer. Enough to feel his chest rise and fall with each deep, calming breath. The same thumb that rubbed circles on the top of your foot moments ago, was now working on the peak of your shoulder.

You couldn’t have relaxed if your life depended on it. Each muscle was stiff, tense with anticipation and nerves as Danny started exploring your body, yet he was still treading in the harmless and platonic territory. At least in your mind he was.

His other hand found a position right below your knee, tucked away from sight underneath the throw blanket you had draped across yourself.

It felt like it was searing into the flesh, but in reality it was a gentle, warm touch that brushed across your soft skin. Almost absentmindedly. Fingertips circled around your knees, and at some points drummed delicately against the surface.

Danny drummed his hands on practically anything in front of him most of the time, so you really shouldn’t have thought much about it, but now? Feeling him tap on your bare legs felt way more intimate than you could have anticipated.

Now, it is impossible for you to focus. The screen had just become something for your eyes to look at, but they weren’t really taking anything in. Especially as Danny’s hand continued to inch further and further up your leg, giving gentle squeezes to your thigh.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you let out a shaky sigh from the feeling. Just as they did when you imagined them, the teasing, barely-there touches of his fingers created a heat to build between your legs. Instinctively, you squeezed them together, hoping to suppress the overwhelming buzz that resided in your senses. You thought he’d stop here, just before the line was crossed. The higher up his hands traveled, the faster your heart rate became. You were certain you’d pass out just as they slipped under the opening of your pajama shorts.

Without further thought, you sprung to your feet, looking for an outlet and a reason to escape the embarrassment of being way too into the mindless actions of your best friend. However, before you could walk away from the couch, Danny grabbed your wrist. Just enough to spin you so you faced him, tugging you forward that you tumbled on top of him.

Your hand caught his shoulder as one knee sunk into the cushion beside him. Before you had the chance to react, you were straddling over his lap.

He looked up at you, his large brown eyes peering into yours, deep enough you could fall right into them. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist in a tightened grip that made your palm was rest against his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He whispered, so close that you felt his breath fan across your lips.

His eyes broke away to flick down to your lips, and back again. An intense heat flashed through your face, blurring your vision as you attempted to form a coherent response.

“Uhh… I uhhh…I-I’ll be right back,” you stammered over your words and you pulled your hand from his grasp and shuffled off of him.

You walked out of your living room into the kitchen, nearly stumbling over your feet from how flustered you had become. You were reeling, desperate to ground yourself to reality as you paced back and forth between your fridge and sink. Get it together.

“You okay?” Danny asked as he came up from behind you, startling you from your racing thoughts.

“Yeah…yeah,” You swallowed harshly. “I’m just cold. Going to get another blanket.”

“In the kitchen?”

“No. Well…yes I guess.”

He just stared at you, smirking at your expense, “Let’s just finish the movie. and here-“ he paused and started to pull the sweatshirt off his body. The t-shirt he wore underneath clung to the hoodie, revealing his stomach to you as he pulled it over his head. Your eyes lingered on the dark trail of hair starting from his navel down to below the waistband of his jeans. What would it feel like to brush your lips across it as you kissed down his stomach?

The thought made you shudder as you tried to shake it from your mind. He offered the sweatshirt and all you could do was stare at it as he held it in his hand. He finished his previous statement with a smile. “-you can wear this if you’re cold.”

You took the clothing from his hand, rolling the soft material in your fingers when you asked, “Do- do we have to finish the movie?”

You cursed yourself for stuttering, knowing he already had the upperhand in whatever this was. The idea of being back on the couch with him should’ve excited you, but all you could think about was how your guard was slowly coming down. Each small touch, glance, graze of his fingers, had you nervous that you’d let all of your pent-up emotions surface.

He smirked, watching you enter your inner torment before teasing you once more. “Why? You’re not scared are you?”

“No!” You answered, much too quickly. “No, not at all. I just-”

“You think something’s out to get you? Or someone?” He was getting closer, stalking as if he had just spotted the prey that would serve as his meal for the night, backing you closer and closer to the counter behind you.

You tried to laugh it off, accepting that this was just part of his plan to make you break. It seemed as if he knew how you felt about him, but how could you be so sure? Maybe he just liked the game you both were playing. That he was playing.

“I think if anything’s out to get me-” you started nervously. “-it would be you, Daniel.”

His laugh was genuine before he returned to the same - almost cocky - tone he had used prior. “Maybe I am.”

You wanted to take it as a confession that this was something he was interested in exploring, at least for the night. The possibility made your cheeks red, and you had to break the eye contact you were starting to love a little too much. Your head dropped down, watching the distance between you lessen and lessen until his chest was essentially pressed to yours. He had successfully locked you between him and the counter with a hand on either side of you.

The smell of his cologne wafted over you, making you shiver and sigh. A sight he apparently enjoyed seeing.

“You know the one rule of most scary movies, right?”

You kept your head down, knowing that this was just another avenue that would lead to him teasing you. And that teasing would only embarrass you more. You settled on answering his question by shaking your head.

A gentle finger hooked under your chin, bringing your face back up to watch him lean into you. You thought he was on the path to connect your lips, but he missed them just barely, instead leaning to your ear to whisper the answer to what seemed like a rhetorical question.

“Don’t have sex,” he rasped, warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear and down the side of your neck.

You laughed nervously, hoping the noise would wake you up from this dream you were in. You were losing yourself in his touch, and you knew it was a slippery slope from here. “W-what?”

He drew away from you, finger still under your chin and thumb caressing the soft skin. “I guess someone was distracted.”

You give him a confused look, not sure what he was really getting at.

“If you were actually watching the movie, Y/N-” he started. “-you would know what I’m talking about. Don’t. Have. Sex.” He let his eyes fixate on your mouth, unabashedly staring as he punctuated each of his words with a light tap to your bottom lip.

You huffed in laughter, hoping it would mask the nerves that had made your stomach flip wildly in knots all night long. “Well… easy enough then.”

He smiled at you, and his hand retreated from your chin to trail down your arm, only abandoning its path to rest on your hip. “Is it?”

“I- I think so.” Any second now, you’d be melting away. You were running out of patience with him and yourself. There was only so much you could put up with under the label of ‘friends.’ His hand on your hip - gripping as if you’d try to walk away - and his body pressing into yours was making it harder and harder for you to keep your cool.

“You only think? You have to be sure, Y/N.” He was mocking you now, watching you tremble and waiting for you to crumble under his touch.

“Danny…” you warned.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“…No”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“I-“

“Come on. I know that pretty little head of yours is full of even prettier thoughts. Be a doll and tell me about them.” His other hand brushed hair that had fallen over your cheek to tuck it behind your ear. As it did, his hand stayed on your face, cupping your cheek as he asked, “What do you want?”

What did you want? Did you want him to keep going at the same pace he had set from the beginning of the night? Did you want to see where this all went, follow his lead to see where it took you? Part of you wanted to say yes. The other part… unreadable.

The only part you could listen to, however, was the one screaming at you to agree with him, to tell him the first thing running through your mind, the thing you were most certain of.

“…Kiss me? Please I just-“ you cut yourself off, scared that you’d mess up this chance by the abundance of words trying to spill from you.

“Is that what you really want?” He lowered his head even closer than before, hovering inches away from your lips. You felt his fingers search for your hand that was propped on the edge of the counter.

He pulled it into his own, interlacing his fingers in yours, holding them for a moment until you mumbled a feeble, “…yes.”

His hand released from yours to trail up your arm, tickling your skin with a feather-light touch of fingertips. They reached the side of your neck, dancing along your jaw to cup your cheek for a second time.

“Then that’s what you’ll get.”

With the amount of teasing that had bounced between you both, you didn’t think he was serious. You thought he’d finally back down, realize that this was too much. That this is not what he wanted. But he didn’t retreat.

And even then, you didn’t think the kiss would be as sweet as it was. You imagined that he’d take the chance to devour you, if that’s what he really wanted. The anticipation was sure to make him hungry, and you imagined the kiss would be reckless. But it wasn’t.

In fact, it was almost… gentle. His soft, plush lips connected with yours in a way that was entirely too tender, too affectionate for this to be a moment of lust. You couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth, however, a small whimper accompanying the breath. And that’s when the tempo seemed to shift.

It was almost a growl, the noise returned to you. A deep groan from the base of his sternum that resonated through you while his lips pushed against yours just a tad harder. The noise you had made was the cause of it all, and you knew that this was going to be much more than just a kiss.

The hand on your cheek shifted to the nape of your neck, tugging lightly on the hair that rested there, and the hand on your hip moved to your ass, gripping and kneading into the flesh. You let your hands travel under his shirt, just barely, to rest on his hips while you kissed him. However, the cotton covering his torso was shed in an instant, and he bent slightly to place a solid grip to the back of your thighs while he reconnected your lips. Before you knew it, you were being lifted and placed gently on the counter you had been pressed against.

He touched you as if he’d been longing for it for centuries. He was mapping out the expanse of your body, documenting every mark and curve like they were road signs to guide him along the way. In an attempt to make you whimper once more, he bit your bottom lip before soothing the pain by sucking on it. The action only caused his tongue to roam and deepen the kiss.

You could feel his hands slipping under your shirt, first staying at the small of your back, holding you. Keeping you still. But as your grip tightened on his hips, his did as well. His soft hands became rough, his nails digging into your skin and scratching you as he held you close. They traveled up and down your spine, now wandering along the details that lie there. The stretch marks, the freckles and moles, the scars. Nothing was to be left undiscovered.

And when they meandered to the front of your body, tracing over your belly before finally caressing the skin of your breasts, you sucked in a breath. A gasp that he swallowed down greedily before pulling away from you just enough to breathe in your air.

Danny didn’t stay there long, though. A quick swipe of his thumb against your nipples was all he gave you before continuing his expedition, his hands dropping lower… lower. Of course, he stopped to tease you by only letting the tips of his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts and panties. Once he heard another sweet sound fall from your lips, he allowed himself to continue, not hesitating in his actions before his fingers dipped into your folds.

You cried out in a hoarse, broken voice, “…Danny.”

The ease of how his name fell from your open mouth surprised you, and him from how a low growl rumbled his chest when he finally felt how wet you truly were,

“Fuck. Say it again.” He panted into your ear, circling your clit with precision. He took a hold of your wrist to guide you to his erection straining under the tightness of his jeans.

You grazed your palm over the covered length, whispering a soft “Oh my god.”

Having your suspicions from letting your mind wander all this time was one thing, but actually knowing if your thoughts were correct was another.

A smile formed against your cheek from your reaction, basking in the stroke of his ego you had just given him, “You feel how hard that made me? Just hearing you cry my name.”

The way his fingers fluttered against you coaxed anything he could want from you, especially his name tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips.

In the frenzy you had found yourself in, your shirt was tossed to the floor, and whatever self-consciousness you might have had with having your bare chest exposed to him, evaporated the instant his lips wrapped around your nipple.

He traveled down your body peppering the supple skin between your breasts and across your belly as he sank to his knees beneath you. Your hands dove into the tresses of long curly hair, tightening in anticipation as he made his way down.

A breathy laugh fluttered below your navel when you tugged his hair from his scalp, maybe a little too tight. The air from his mouth tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, making you clench in need.

His fingers gripped into the thickness of your thighs with his arms hooked around them, breathing you in as he rubbed the hard bridge of his nose into your covered core.

He tugged at the waistbands around you, and in an action that should’ve been embarrassing and awkward, you wiggled to help him free you from your shorts and panties. If you were being honest, you couldn’t focus on anything else besides Danny’s mouth exploring every inch of your body. He guided your legs to rest on his broad shoulders and you instinctively pulled him closer to you.

“Someone’s excited.” He nipped on the delicate skin of your inner thigh, causing you to flinch before he quickly soothed the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.

Even if you wanted to bicker with him, maybe to throw a witty remark back, you would have been cut off as soon as his face dove into your pussy. You threw your head back into the cabinet behind you the instant his mouth connected with you.

His lust-darkened eyes, massive and endless as they pulled you into their depths, looked up at you while he worked on your clit. You watched as his tongue rolled around the sensitive bud, sucking lapping it into the comforting warmth of his mouth, Savoring it as if you were the sweetest candy he had ever tasted

“Danny…” You whined, dragging his name out in your ragged, pitchy voice. Your hips bucked up to grind into his face, desperate in their search for more. “Danny, please!”

He growled into you, shuddering at the sound of his name falling freely from your lips like a depraved, shameless prayer. The tears welling in your eyes started to blur your vision, but you were able to see his hand leave your thigh to reach down to where you swore you caught him palming himself over his jeans.

As much as you wanted to see him, to take in every little detail of how he looked between your spread legs so you could lock that memory away for later, he was pushing you to the very limit.

Your poor muscles ached from the uncomfortable strain of this position, but you couldn’t care less if you tried. The merciless grip you had on the handful of the curls sitting on the crown of his head should’ve been painful. Not once did he complain. Instead, the arm that was wrapped around your leg, spread you apart with his fingers before continuing to please you.

He knew you were teetering right on the edge. He could see it in the way your head had practically fused into the cabinet from pressing it so hard into the wood. In the way you were shaking, trembling as you felt it right in your grasp, so close. In the way you were practically hanging off the edge of your kitchen counter from chasing the ever-tightening coil. However, the movements of his tongue slowed, almost painfully slow to tease you. To bring you back under his control.

“Fuck- What the hell, Danny?” you huffed at him, upset with his antics.

He giggled, kissing the sweetness of your pussy before answering, “Oh, you’ve been waiting for this for so long. What’s a few more minutes?”

Much to your dismay, you saw him shifting to return to his standing position in front of you. You would’ve complained further if he completely detached from you, but he didn’t. His lips were leaving deep, wet kisses back up your abdomen and chest, all the way to your neck and behind your ear. He slipped a teasing finger inside you, the slow, languid motion making you wrap your legs around him to keep him there for as long as you could. But as he curled his finger, you quickly lost whatever control you thought you had.

You braced yourself with your hands propped on the counter behind you, and as you did so, you felt your fingers brush past an object. You reached, this time with more intention, and once it was in your palm, you knew exactly what it was. And what you wanted him to do with it.

The mask he had worn at the beginning of the night, apparently a staple of the movie he was so eager to watch with you, had been tossed on the counter long ago. Forgotten until now.

You had barely any time to actually see him in the mask, but for some reason, you craved it. Even with his lips on your neck and fingers buried deep inside of you, that was all you could think about. Without much thought, you brought the mask in front of you, shoving it into his chest.

His movements stilled, and he slowly drew back from you, giving you a curious expression once he was in your line of sight. You could still feel the languid movement of his finger pumping inside you, but your focus was on his face. His eyes dropped to the mask for a moment before meeting yours, his free hand grabbing the mask from your hands.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” His voice was silken, husky as he asked his question.

“Put it on,” you purred. “Please, Danny. Put it on.”

He smirked at your pleas, how soft and quiet they were. You sounded prettier than he had ever imagined, and what kind of person would he be to deny you at a time like this?

He continued his intense stare while his finger retreated from its warm place inside you, and the stare didn’t falter once he brought it to his lips, licking and sucking the sweet taste of you off of him. Now clean, he used the hand to adjust the mask as necessary to pull it over his head. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning once he had put it on.

Your hands had a mind of their own, reaching for the button of his jeans so you could make him feel as good as he had to you.

He watched you as you worked to free him from the confines of his pants and boxers, hand cupping your jaw in a loving, yet possessive way. And once you succeeded, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your hands around his length in an instant.

Danny’s breathing was muffled from behind the mask, but you could still hear the distinct shakiness in the exhale once you began stroking him. There was something about the mystery of it all, the image of his face contorting under the mask, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open, that really intrigued you.

“Is this what you wanted?” He teased. “You wanted me to wear this for you while you play with my cock?”

It was filthy, such a dirty question, and if you had any sense, you’d answer him. But of course, you couldn’t form a sentence that accurately described what you wanted from him. In fact, you hadn’t been aware that you wanted him to wear the mask until moments ago. The only thing you were sure of is that you wanted him. All of him.

He grabbed your wrists with an aggression you were not prepared for, wrenching your hands off of him and holding them tightly.

“I asked you a question, doll,” he taunted. His voice had somehow gotten even darker, as if he were speaking from pure, animalistic lust. And the chuckle paired with the pet name sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, unable to speak up, but desperate to comply with him. However, once you had given your answer of yes, you wished you hadn’t. Instead of releasing your hands to allow you to continue jerking him off, he only let go so he could pick up where you left off.

You wanted to protest, to tell him to stop so you could do it for him, but the sight in front of you, Danny’s hands working over himself so naturally, was one you weren’t sure you’d ever get to see again. It made your mouth drool, your legs wrapping around his hips just a touch tighter. Your hands rested on his biceps, and you could feel the muscles tighten and flex under your grasp.

His chest was heaving already, seemingly so close to his climax before you could do much of anything about it. You whimpered at the thought of this all being over so soon. You didn’t think Danny would be like any other guy, ending the encounter before helping you find your release, but you couldn’t help but worry. You wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to feel your walls flutter around him while he fucked you senseless. You needed it. You were afraid you had come this far and would still never get that.

But just as you thought it was all over, he stopped. After one last swipe of his thumb across the head, gathering the stray glistening beads that had accumulated, the digit was brought to your lips. You looked up at him, into the vacant, expressionless face of the mask, before obediently taking his finger into your mouth.

He groaned, relishing in your sweet, innocent gaze as you completed the task. However, he quickly became disappointed at your impatient attempts to fumble for his cock and align it with your entrance. So, so needy.

Your mind didn’t register the fact that his finger was no longer in your mouth until you felt a hand around your throat.

“Aht,” he tsked. “I can do that my fucking self. Greedy.”

He dragged the head of his cock up and down, collecting your wetness to coat himself in lazy, teasing movements.

Danny leaned in to whisper into your ear, voice low and raspy, “Do you want it?”

You sighed at the sound, the sound coming out a strangled mess with his palm squeezing around your throat. With what strength you could, you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck to keep him against your cheek. The cold, white plastic of the mask made you shiver, but the warmth that radiated from him was enough to combat it. You had forgotten to respond, too immersed in the feeling of him.

“Hmm?” he tried again, bringing you slowly back to him, back to the present.

“…Yes,” you finally answered, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him.

“Yes, what?” Suddenly, you felt too shy to say the words aloud, but with the way the tip of his cock was gliding over your clit with each push of his hips was driving you over the edge. “Just be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

You whined, sure that there would be tears streaming down your face if he continued his teasing. Through the blurry haze of lack of oxygen and unbridled desire, you were able to give him a full sentence. Exactly what he was looking for. “Danny, I want to feel you, please!”

At last, Danny huffed a satisfied laugh before he lined himself up with you. You expected him to thrust into you with how long you have built up to this moment. You even yourself braced for it.

Instead, he just let his cock sink into you with ease, inch-by-inch you accepted him, and relished in his ability to make you ready for this. So needy for him that you ached for it.

You sensed the change in his breathing as he bottomed out inside you, groaning your name into the crook of your neck. You had wanted this for so long. Thought about for too many nights with your fingers slipping under your panties, imagining him instead of yourself.

You tried to absorb every little detail that you could, but you became frustrated that the majority of this moment was being obscured by the mask covering his face. You couldn’t see his expression, you couldn’t look to him for guidance, you couldn’t even kiss him. And god did you miss kissing him.

You fumbled to grasp ahold to the bottom of his mask, trying desperately to get it off of him so you could reunite with the beautiful face. Much too tired of your attempts, he released his hold on your neck to rip the mask off of himself. And in the blink of an eye, you were able to see Danny’s flushed cheeks, glistening forehead, darkened pupils, as if it were the first time you’d ever seen him.

As if he were greeting a long lost lover, he let his hands rest on either of your cheeks and pulled you in for another sweet, passionate kiss. You felt complete, connected in every way without any rush to the objective. This was the objective.

Now, you could focus on the details. The way his soft hair brushes against your face and tickles your bare skin, how his teeth graze the peak of your shoulder between kisses as he stretches you out. How strong the hold is around your waist in his need to steady himself. The way you can taste the slight saltiness of his skin when you kiss his throat.

The both of you took in the moment, holding each other as the sounds of your combined panting echoed around the walls of your kitchen. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping his cock throbbing deep within you, unmoving and unwavering. You could stay here forever.

His hands roamed the expanse of your back until his fingers knotted into the hair at the nape of your neck. You cried out, digging your nails into his back as you felt a particular tug to the locks in his hand.

He pulled away, suddenly a slight shift in his demeanor, eyes darting between yours “You okay?

“Yeah…just-“ You paused, trying to gather your thoughts as best as you could. “-you feel so good, Danny.”

The hint of a smirk indicated that he was pleased to hear you say such a thing, and he let his eyes fall to your lips as he licked over his own. “Yeah? It feels good?”

You nodded, a pathetic mewl ringing from you as he pulled out slightly and slowly, bringing your attention to the shape of him and the friction it provided. He watched as your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ to show just how much you were enjoying yourself, and it wasn’t long before he reconnected his lips to them, plunging right back into you right as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

Danny had left you suspended, leaving your eventual release just within grasp only moments ago. You were no longer treading in the ocean of your pleasure, he was drowning you in it.

That coil that had been tightening within your belly finally snapped, sending you into the crashing wall of your climax without mercy. You tightened around him, but he continued to fuck you through it, riding in the waves of your orgasm.

The self-control he once possessed was long gone with the force of him finally unleashing his hips into you, filling the room with the lewd sounds of his body connecting with the back of your legs, acting as his own sinful metronome.

The grip he had onto your thigh was harsh, serving as his only anchor to you. You knew he was right behind you with how his thrusts began to falter, pairing them with a strangled moan of his own.

Later on, you would find your shoulder and neck littered with a crude pattern of love marks and impressions of his teeth from him losing himself in the feeling of you.

Just how you sang his name through the height of your ecstasy, yours was being mumbled into the sweat-dampened skin of your throat.

If this was what being with Dannt was like, you were going to chase this high from this moment forth. In a frantic movement just as he pushed past the point of no return, his tongue slipped into your mouth once again. He was connected to you every way he possibly could right as he started to let go. Your legs locked tighter around him than ever before, keeping him stilled as the warmth of his release spilled deep into you.

You didn’t want him to ever leave. You wanted to keep him close to you, inside you for as long as you possibly could.

You basked in each other's presence for a while, allowing your breathing and heart rates to return to normal. Fighting his own desires, he finally pulled from you, making you both wince from the loss of contact.

He tucked himself back into his jeans before helping you off the counter, taking your hand until your feet connected with the floor. To your surprise, your legs were weaker than you predicted, wobbling violently under the sudden weight of your body.

He bent down to pick you up when he noticed you struggle, but you pressed your hand to his chest as you huffed in protest, “Daniel, I can walk in my own home.”

“Did you not just see yourself almost fall? Let me take care of you.”

“I thought that’s what you just did.”

“Oh, come here.” He pulled you in, hitching your legs around his waist as he stood up.

Danny carried you across your apartment with ease, despite how much he just exerted himself. He kicked the door to your bedroom open with his foot.

Laying you across your bed, he let you sink into the sea of blankets and pillows beneath you completing the gesture with a tender kiss placed on your lips.

He left your bedroom for a few minutes to return with a warm washcloth in hand.

“Danny-“

He cooed, crawling over the bed towards you, “Shhh, take your time. Relax.”

He took extra care in helping you clean up, and roamed his hands over your body only to admire your beauty. He shuffled under the sheet across your bed to get cozy, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. You both laid in a peaceful silence, and you listened to his heart thump at a steady pace once again.

“Can we watch a different movie, one that’s not so scary?”

“Sure,” he mumbled into your hair, “what did you have in mind?”

You thought it over for a minute, flipping through the possibilities until you landed on one that made you smile, “Hocus Pocus?”

He giggled at your answer, squeezing your arm, “You’re adorable.”

“Shut up. It’s a classic!”

He helped you put on the new choice of movie, settling back into your comfortable position.

You let the familiar scenes of the childhood classic lull you into a sleepy daze. And you were happy with that, leaving things unsaid for now, wrapped in each other’s arms as you watched the silly movie. His fingers twirled in your hair by your temple as yours traced along the details of his stomach. You wouldn’t have changed a single thing about this moment if given the opportunity.

Just before you started to drift away into slumber from sleep heavy eyes, he joked one last time, “You know… you’re kinkier than I thought.”

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