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gardensgatekeeper · 10 months

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Party Favors

A/N: Hii!! This is my first post so please forgive any spelling errors, cheesy plot lines, and/or any other technical errors! My dms are open if you have any requests, ideas, or just want to say hi!

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k+

Summary: They say drunk words are sober thoughts. At least that’s what you were telling yourself when you realized you might have feelings for one of your best friends.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Mentions of minor injury (non-graphic), drinking, language, fluff, and minor smut (wrap your willy before you get silly!). Let me know if I missed anything!

“Turn here!” You shouted at Josh over the loud music blaring through the car speakers. You were always the one with a better sense of direction, but Josh wouldn’t let you drive since you had already pregamed with a couple of shots. “It’s the last house on the-”

“Yeah, I figured it’s the one with all the cars.” He replied sarcastically, putting the car in park. “Alright kids, everyone out!” He said as the ignition quieted. Sam got out of the passenger seat before pulling his seat forward to let you, Jake, and Danny out of the cramped backseat space.

As you exited the small coupe, you accidentally hit your head on the hard metal roof, wincing from the pain. “Jesus Josh, when are you gonna get a new car? I don’t know how many more times my skull can take a beating.” You say while tending to the sore area on your head.

“Hey, don’t talk down on Elle Fernanda like that! You should be thanking her for all of the places she’s taken you.” He threw back, polishing a spot with his shirt sleeve.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way up the front lawn and entered the house that definitely exceeded the maximum occupancy. Quickly making your way to the kitchen, you found the excess of cheap alcohol bottles scattered across the island. Grabbing 5 shot glasses, you poured everyone in your group a drink and handed them out.

Jake toasts as you all down the bitter liquid courage, your face immediately scrunching in disgust as the alcohol burns your throat. Quickly, you mix together another, slightly less potent drink before leaving the guys who were already preoccupied in a conversation about sports that you weren’t interested in joining.

Making your way out of the kitchen, you immediately joined the sea of bodies moving to the beat of a familiar melody playing overhead. Sam, Josh, and Jake all made their rounds throughout the evening to dance with you before heading off to god knows where. You found yourself glancing around a couple of times wondering where Danny was, but shrugged it off and kept dancing. Though the songs and people around you constantly changed, you never lost the euphoric feeling running through your veins, not having a single care in the world. It felt so good to just let loose.

After a while, you quite literally needed to take a break and catch your breath. The excess of sweaty bodies mixed with the overconsumption of alcohol made the room feel like it was a thousand degrees. As you made your way to the kitchen for a refill, you bumped into Danny.

“Daniel! Where the hell have you been? This party is great!” You yelled before realizing the music wasn’t quite as loud in here. “Sorry.” You flush with embarrassment.

“S’okay.” He laughed before continuing “I had to convince Jake that jumping into the pool from the roof was not a good idea. It’s a miracle he’s lived this long.” He mutters. You chuckle a bit, shaking your head at the thought of having to explain that one to his parents.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. What did you do, run laps around the house?” He asked half-jokingly while taking in your slightly sweaty appearance.

“It’s called dancing Daniel. You should try it sometime, it’s pretty fun.” You nudge him.

He paused for a moment before reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch made you shudder, goosebumps covering your exposed arms.

What was that about?

Only then did you take in his appearance. A faded blue jean jacket, white t-shirt, and black skinny jeans. Though this was the usual attire for Danny, something about the way he looked tonight made your heart rate pick up just a bit.

Must be the alcohol.

“Looks like Elle Fernanda got her revenge, this is gonna be a nasty bruise.” He chuckles.

Reaching your hand up to feel the area, you wince slightly at the tenderness. The alcohol must have numbed the pain as you had already forgotten the incident from earlier.

“Damn that car. I’m surprised I don’t have a permanent dent in my head as many times as that’s happened.” You mutter.

“Let’s get you some ice. It’ll at least help the swelling.” He says, instructing you to sit on the counter beside the refrigerator. While Danny grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, your mind drifted back to how his touch felt. Sure, Danny was attractive, but he was one of your best friends. Plus, there’s no way he’d ever be interested in you like that. Why did your body react that way when he touched you?

Definitely the alcohol.

You pushed your thoughts away as he made his way back over to you with a bag of frozen peas. Seeing the puzzled look on your face, he shrugged. “It was all they had.”

The frozen vegetables met the bruised spot on your forehead, sending a quick chill of discomfort from the drastic change in temperature. “Sorry.” He sympathized, a slight frown on his face. “S’fine. Thank you, I owe you one.” You reply quickly.

“Don’t mention it. If it makes you feel any better, you look cool as hell. If I were you, I’d make up some gnarly story about how you got it.” He offers, listing off several scenarios that you know nobody would ever believe from you. He continued to ramble on while still meticulously holding the cold bag to your head. Sitting on the counter, you were about the same level so you couldn’t help but meet his eyes in front of you. You stared intensely at his brown eyes as they bore into yours. You had never noticed the beautifully unique hazel hue they were. Though it felt like hours, the silent staring between you both couldn’t have lasted longer than ten seconds.

Snap out of it, it’s just Danny!

“So, uh, you wanna head outside? I heard there’s a fire pit and a pool.” You say in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

“Let’s do it.” He agreed, tossing the frozen peas back in the freezer before subtly placing resting his hands on your hips to help you off the countertop.

He led the way outside and grabbed a couple of canned drinks from a cooler by the door. As he handed you a Black Cherry White Claw, you couldn’t help but wonder if he purposely chose your favorite flavor or if it was just pure luck.

He’s your best friend, of course he knows your favorite flavor.

You both made your way over to the pool since it wasn’t as crowded. Kicking off your shoes, you sat on the edge of the pool, letting your feet dip in the warm water. Danny opted to just sit beside you with his legs crossed. Though it was the middle of July, the air was surprisingly cool this evening. Noticing the shiver that ran through your body, Danny quickly took off his jean jacket and placed it over your shoulders. Before you could even protest, he stopped you. “It looks better on you anyway.” He said after a moment.

How fucking cliche.

Your eyes scanned his face for what had to be an obvious lie. One thing about Danny is that you could always tell when he wasn’t being truthful. It was just something you picked up on over the years. Anytime he was lying, he couldn’t hold direct eye contact to save his life. For example, last week you all were at the lake and when you asked the group who drank the last beer, Danny’s avoiding gaze gave you the answer you needed. But in this moment, he stared right back at you with a warm smile. He was telling the truth.

Another red flush covered your cheeks as you quickly turned away, taking in the rather large backyard of the random house you were at. After you were sure the color had retreated from your cheeks, you turned back towards him. He was still sitting in the same position, unmoved. His eyes quickly met yours again.

“I meant what I said. I mean you could wear a burlap sack and still look hot.” He spoke up after a moment.

“Oh my god, please.” Your hand shoves into his shoulder, trying to play it cool while your mind was racing with a million thoughts. Did he just call you hot?

He gently grabbed your hand, your full attention on him. “I’m serious Y/N. In case anyone hasn’t told you lately, you look beautiful tonight, and always. All the guys here are idiots for not seeing that.”

The alcohol in your brain answered before you could even process the words coming out of your mouth. “Yeah but I don’t want any of them. They aren’t you.” Your eyes widened a bit at the disbelief at the words you just spoke. Before you could even think, Danny gently intertwined his hand with yours. You looked down at the action before slowly looking back up to meet his longing gaze.

“You know, I’ve always had feelings for you” He admits quietly. “I guess I never said anything because I was worried about risking our friendship or making things awkward if you didn’t feel the same way.”

Your heart swelled as his confession. You won’t lie when you say you’ve fantasized about Danny here and there, but in all honesty, you just assumed he only saw you as a friend and nothing more. You felt butterflies in your stomach hearing him admit his feelings in such a vulnerable way.

You lean in ever so slightly and squeeze his hand that was still intertwined with yours, moving to place it over where your heart rested. “That’s how you make me feel, Danny.” You whisper, hoping he could feel your quickened heartbeat.

He looked back at you, his face flushed with a faint pink glow. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up at your eyes, almost like he was asking for permission like the sweet and kind soul he is. Not sure if it was the liquid courage or just pure lust, you leaned in and connected your lips to his. Just like the movies described, it felt like electricity was coursing through your veins as his lips molded perfectly with yours. In that moment, you were floating on cloud nine, never wanting it to end.

The kiss very quickly intensified into more of a steamy makeout session as the alcohol gave you a confidence boost. Your body moved into his, suddenly finding yourself straddling his lap. Your hands reach up to his dark curls, giving a slight tug to pull him even closer to you. A faint whimper left his mouth from the action, consuming your body with desire. You began to slowly rock into him in a feeble attempt to satisfy the ache in your core, swearing you could feel him harden under you.

Danny quickly grabbed your hips and pulled away a bit.

“Wait, wait.” He began, seeing the confusion and panic etched on your face. “Shit, wait no. I want to keep going, trust me, but uh-fuck. How do I- You’ve been drinking and I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Oh.” Was all you could get out. You moved off his lap and sat back on the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest as you looked anywhere but at him. Even though you were fully clothed, you suddenly felt exposed, partially ashamed that Danny didn’t want you in that way.

He quickly grabbed your hands. “Listen, I want to. I really want to. Hell, I’ve dreamed about this moment for years, but I care about you too much. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want or care about.”

He must have been able to sense that you were still slightly embarrassed, so he brought your hand up and peppered soft kisses all over your hand. Giggling from how they tickled your skin, you looked back at him and smiled. You didn’t deserve someone as sweet and thoughtful as him.

“I really like you Y/N but I wanna do this right. You know I’m a bit old fashioned in that way.” He nudged, making you smile even harder.

“I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” You say. He flashes you a classy Danny Wagner grin and wraps his arm around your shoulder. Using his other free hand, he grabs his drink on the ground and holds it up.

“Here’s to chivalry.”

You copy his actions and tap your can against his. “Cheers, Danny.”

“Now, what was this about a dance lesson? I do believe you owe me a favor.” He winked, standing to his feet while offering a hand to help you up.

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ageofbarbarians · 2 years

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35 High // S.F.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: Y/N comes home from a long day of work. The whole day was genuinely a series of unfortunate events, but the worst of the worst happens when she gets home.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Anxiety Attack, Oral (m&f receiving), Fingering (f receiving)

Word Count: 5.6K

M A S T E R L I S T

You pushed your way through the sea of people, all trying to leave their day jobs, but you were also trying to do the same. You were trying to get home as quickly as you could since today has been absolute hell and you were just one small inconvenience away from having a complete and utter breakdown.

You worked at a small hole-in-the-wall diner a couple of blocks away from your apartment. The money was decent, enough to pay bills and have a little extra saved to the side in case you needed it. There were typically older people who came in to enjoy breakfast or an early lunch. You had a lot of regulars and when they came in they just seemed to make the days more enjoyable. But today was the definition of hell.

You had a couple of tables that gave you a one-dollar tip, or that had completely stiffed you. One snotty group of teenagers came in and while you were delivering food to another table, decided it would be hilarious to trip you. They did end up getting kicked out but you still had food and coffee spilled all over your work clothes. A couple of tables had bitched at you for things that weren’t your fault but just couldn’t grasp the fact that it was on the kitchen and not you. This morning while you were doing your hair you burnt one of your fingers really bad, you were completely out of coffee, and your milk had gone bad so you couldn’t even eat breakfast. It was one of the worst days you had in a while.

You were walking home, trying to calm yourself down, trying as hard as you could to enjoy the last little portion of your day. You had a whole plan set out to watch a couple of movies and order some Chinese food since you were in no mood to cook tonight. As you were walking down the street a lady who was paying more attention to her phone than her surroundings hit your shoulder causing you to drop your phone and the drink you just bought.

“Watch where you’re going, bitch!” She turned to you and flipped you off like it was your fault that she wasn’t paying attention.

“Get your face out of your phone and pay attention cunt!” You yelled back at her. She gasped and stormed off, not wanting to deal with the confrontation. The people who were around you looked at you like you had a third arm or horns coming out of your head. You huffed, picked your phone up, and walked away. There was no saving your drink.

You finally reached the doors to your apartment building. It was one of the largest apartment buildings in the city, it being at least sixty-five stories high. You lived on the forty-sixth floor so you have an amazing view of the entire city. As crazy as it seemed, you always took the stairs. Forty-six flights of stairs seemed crazy to most people, but you just considered it your daily dose of cardio. Not to mention the crippling fear you had of elevators. It was extremely rare that you took the elevator, and today was one of those rare days. You didn’t want to take the time to walk up the stairs when you could be up to your floor in seconds.

Surprisingly the lobby was pretty empty this evening. You walked up to the elevator and hit the upward arrow and waited for the doors to open. You took in a deep breath through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. Seconds later the elevator doors opened. You stepped in and hit the button next to the forty-six. The button lit up and you leaned against the back wall waiting for the doors to clothes. They began to shut and it was only a split second away from shutting completely before they opened again.

A boy who looked to be about your age stepped in and he seemed like he was out of breath. He pushed the button for the forty-fifth floor and it lit up. He gave you a small smile and leaned against the wall right next to you.

Really dude? Out of all places it had to be right next to me? You thought to yourself. You let out a huff and pulled out your phone trying to pull up your Instagram. Of course, you weren’t getting any single so nothing was loading. But with how the rest of the day had gone, you weren’t surprised.

You stood there in silence, your eyes locked onto the elevator door just waiting for them to open. The boy next to you hummed to himself and you couldn’t tell why but it was driving you a little nuts.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind?” You snapped, turned your head towards him and he looked at you with a raised brow.

“Sorry?” He looked confused and after observing his features you felt bad. Really bad. His eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, long brown hair that was pulled back into a messy bun, a jawline that could cut diamonds, and lips that were oh so perfectly pink they were almost kissable. He was in a black suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly, but he didn’t have a shirt underneath the suit jacket. Some of the skin on his stomach was exposed revealing the way it slightly glistened, but you didn’t stare too long. Everything about this man was stunning.

“Sorry I just,” you paused and rubbed the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger. “I’ve had the worst day and the humming is kind of annoying if I’m being honest. I didn’t mean to snap, that was rude of me.” You said the last part quietly and looked down at your feet, avoiding his gaze.

“It’s alright, doll. I guess it can be quite-“ he stopped talking as there was a loud thud and the elevator suddenly stopped. It shook for a second and you instinctively grabbed the boy's arm next to you. You realized what you had done and removed your hands from him. You mumbled a sorry before that there was a potential that your biggest fear had just hit.

“Are we stuck?” Your eyes went wide at the realization that you were no longer moving, and the red numbers indicating the floor number were stuck on thirty-five.

“I think so, it shouldn’t be a problem though,” he shrugged casually and you immediately sank to the floor with your head going between your knees.

“This is my worst fucking nightmare.” You whispered to yourself. Suddenly, it felt like there was hardly any air left in the small space and your chest became tight. You took in a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth to try and calm yourself down but it wasn’t working. You could feel your body begin to shake and tears brimmed your eyes.

“Hey, are you alright?” The boy next to you crouched down and gently sat his hand on your shoulder. You looked over at him and there seemed to be genuine concern on his face. A few tears slid down your face and you continued to shake as you wiped them away quickly.

“T-this is one of my worst fears. I’ve had a day from hell and this is just the cherry on top. I don’t even know what to do.” You began to panic more and your breathing started to pick up. You were on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look,” He stood up and pushed the emergency call button that all elevators were required to have. It rang a couple of times before a voice picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, yeah, we’re currently in Clemming Heights, our elevator is stuck, we aren’t sure what happened.”

“How many people are in your elevator?” The voice came through the speaker.

“There’s two of us.” He replied and looked back at you. Your hands were shaking violently and more tears slid down your face. You tried every trick in the book to calm your nerves but everything you did just seemed to make things worse.

This was the worst day you’ve ever had by far. Maybe you should’ve just taken the stairs. If you did you wouldn’t be trapped in this metal box that could just plummet to the very bottom at any moment.

“Okay, we’re sending a technician over now. It should be about an hour before it’s fixed.”

“Thank you.” That was all he said and then he came back and sat next to you.

“An hour!? I-I don’t think I can be in here for an hour.” You started to hyperventilate and you tried your hardest to calm down but everything you knew just wasn’t working. You didn’t want to be having an anxiety attack in front of a total stranger, a handsome one at that. The whole thing was embarrassing. Today genuinely could not get any worse.

“It’s okay, I promise we’ll be okay. Hey, look at me.” He sat his hand on your shoulder again before he scooted in front of you, legs crossed. You looked up at him and he has a small smile on his face trying his best to cheer you up.

“What’s your name, doll?” He asked softly.

“Y/N,” You wiped your face with the back of your hand. Your breathing was still unsteady and your chest was still tight, feeling like it could just explode at any given moment,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam, or Sammy, whichever you prefer. I live on the forty-fifth floor. Do you wanna talk about your day? Get your mind off this?” Sam introduced himself and it was nice that you could finally put a name to a face. You were hesitant but something was comforting about him, so you went on about how terrible your day was and he just sat there and listened, nodding his head now and again. You went through your entire day, from the time you woke up, up until now. He never once interrupted you, he just sat there and listened. It was nice.

“That sounds like a lot. Just think about it this way, today is almost over. Once we get out of here, you can go home, make some tea, binge on some snacks, watch a movie, or whatever it is you want to do and you can just relax. Tomorrow is a new day, and you can start fresh, yeah?” Sam spoke softly and his words were reassuring. You were silent for a moment, staring into his chestnut eyes. You scanned his face, but you didn’t know what it was you were searching for.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You smiled lightly, looking at the floor of the elevator. You had noticed that you were finally calmed down despite ranting about the shitshow of a day you'd had. Maybe all you needed was somebody to talk to about what had gone wrong. Ranting about everything today had cleared your mind and it made you calm down about being stuck. Even though it wasn’t the most ideal situation, you were glad that somebody was here with you instead of being alone.

“I’m on forty-six.” You spoke up again after a moment of silence. Sam looked at you slightly confused before remembering he had told you what floor he lived on.

“I’ve never seen you around before.” You could feel his eyes burning into you. You shifted and averted eye contact with him. He wasn’t intimidating but he was just so attractive that it felt like he was intimidating.

“Well, it is a big building…” You responded with a bit of sarcasm in your voice. You looked up again and Sam's smiled with a light laugh and nodded his head, looking at the ground.

“I guess you’re right. I just figured I’d remember seeing a pretty girl like you.” He looked up at you again and you felt your cheeks go hot. The compliment was so unexpected and it honestly caught you off guard. You had been in here for only fifteen minutes and he was trying to flirt with you. Not that you had minded, you did need a little excitement in your life, but Sam was definitely out of your league.

“I don’t know about that, I never take the elevator. I usually take the stairs,” you shook your head and you could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment.

“Seriously?” He asked with wide eyes and his eyebrows raised, slightly dumbfounded. You shook your head. All you could do was nod, not too sure of what to say.

“I bet your legs are killer.” He laughed to himself and then stopped once he realized what he said. Sam wasn’t trying to make the situation sexual in any sort but the comment just kind of slipped out. He wasn’t wrong though, because of doing it almost daily you did have really nice legs. They were toned and had just the perfect amount of muscle to them.

“Sorry, that came out a little more sexual than I was expecting it to.” Sam awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and you couldn’t help but laugh. You observed exposed skin and wondered why he was so dressed up but also why he didn't have a shirt under his suit jacket. Even sitting down you could tell how toned he was and honestly, it was quite sexy. You bit your lip and your eyes met his. You tried to play it off but he had a smirk on his face. The comment about your legs was still playing in your head and you didn’t really know why. Maybe it was because you were getting hit on by an attractive guy? Or the fact that you never really got hit on in general? You looked away for a moment trying to avert your eyes elsewhere.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked with a slight raise of his brow. Your eyes met his again and you could feel a bit of heat creeping onto your cheeks from the fact that he caught you staring.

“Don’t get cocky, Sammy.” You shook your head and scanned him once more. A part of you was just trying to fuck with him but another part of you genuinely wanted to just check him out. You began to wonder what he looked like without the suit jacket on, how his muscles and abdomen flexed, and what he looked like without almost anything on.

Your thoughts started getting the best of you and you shook your head slightly as a way to try and rid of them. You pressed your legs together, heat building at your core, trying your hardest not to make it noticeable.

“Cocky is my middle name, babydoll,” Sam said quietly with a tone that you couldn’t quite read. It was sexy and dominant but you really couldn’t tell what he was going for. The pet name that he had called you a couple of times already sent shivers down your spine and you bit your lip once more with a smile across your face. Even though he had called you 'doll' previously, there was just something about the subtle difference.

The two of you gazed into each other eyes, not sure what to even say. Your eyes flickered back and forth between him and his lips. He was doing the same and you could just tell the sexual tension was rising between the two of you.

In a split-second decision, you decided to just lean forward and kiss him. It wasn’t like you to make the first move, hell you had never even made the first move, but there was just something about Sam that was so captivating and you were determined to figure it out why he was making you feel this way.

Moments later it finally dawned on you that you were kissing a total stranger and you didn’t have a drop of alcohol in you. You had your fair share of hookups but they never happened if you weren’t drinking. You never had the confidence to initiate something like that. You pulled away and your hand came up to touch your lips. Sam had a look of surprise on his face but you couldn’t exactly read it. The silence grew heavy and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry that was really-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Sam's lips connected with yours again. One of his hands cupped the side of your face while to other rested right above your knee and your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip, in a way that was requesting permission for him to enter and you opened your mouth a little bit wider to allow access. His tongue fought with yours and he bit down on your bottom lip. Your hands pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck as Sam groaned and you could feel it through the kiss. The noise alone sent fire to your center and you scooted closer to him. You didn’t want to cross any boundaries, especially because you had only met him not even twenty minutes ago, but he removed his hands from your face and pulled you onto his lap.

“Is this crazy? This is crazy.” You pulled away, not realizing how deprived of oxygen you were until you took a deep breath. You stared into Sam's eyes and a wide grin flashed across his face.

“I like crazy,” Was all he said before kissing you again. You moaned quietly, hoping he didn’t hear it but from the way he sighed and started kissing along your jawline and neck, you knew he did. You leaned your head back, exposing more of the skin on your neck, allowing him access to wherever he pleased. He bit at the skin behind your ear and smoothed over it with his tongue. You pulled harder on the hair at the nape of his neck. He had found your sweet spot and the longer he stayed there, the more you were melting into his touch. You knew there was going to be a lilac mark.

Sam moved down your neck, eventually reaching your collarbones. He left a few chaste kisses across them but then licked a stripe up the front of your throat and connected his lips with yours. That simple action was almost enough to make you come undone. You adjusted your hips and as you did so you could feel Sam's hardened length under you. He hissed at the movement and you couldn’t help but smirk. You rocked your hips once more and he pushed up into you before grabbing your hips to hold you still.

“I want to take you home, Y/N,” Sam said between the kisses. The thought made butterflies run through your stomach.

“Lemme turn your day around. Let me make you feel good,” He attacked the other side of your neck, and his words made you moan. You tried to move against him, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building up in your core but Sam was quick to stop you.

“Words baby, use them.” He commanded.

“Please,” was all you managed to get out. He smirked and it just showed how cocky he really was.

“Please what?“ He stared at you intently, waiting for you to say exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck, please take me home Sammy, just do something,” you moaned, and honestly, it was almost pathetic.

“Gladly,” Sam grabbed the underside of your thighs and stood up as he pushed your back against the elevator wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he began to kiss you again, this time with a little more force. With one hand he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above you, not allowing you to touch him.

You loved when somebody was dominant towards you. You liked being told what to do, being thrown around, and even being punished. You were into the rougher sex but it never seemed like anybody could seem to satisfy you with what you were looking for. Sure it was good enough in the moment, but you just needed… more.

Your legs tightened around Sam's waist and you tried anything just to feel some sort of friction against him to release some of the pressure. You pushed your chest up against him and moaned quietly into his mouth.

“If you don’t stop I may just have to fuck you in here,” Sam's voice was dominant and demanding. You flashed him a devilish grin before you rocked your hips up against him again.

“What if I want you to fuck me in here, Sam?” You asked with one of your brows raised. Your words alone looked like they could’ve sent him over the edge. Sam swiftly popped the button on your jeans and slid his hands into your pants, rubbing his fingers over the dampened cotton.

“Look at you, so wet for me already,” His forehead leaned against yours and a breathy moan slid past your lips. His fingers circled over your clothed clit and he smirked as he watched your face slightly contort with pleasure.

“Please,” was all you could say but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Fuck, there were lots of things you could’ve been begging for right now.

“Please what? What do you want, pretty girl? Do you want my fingers? My cock?” His movements slowed down and you shifted, trying to feel his touch. You didn’t want to admit it but you were already nearing your release just from him rubbing his fingers along your clit. You didn’t respond and Sam removed all contact from your core, just waiting for you to answer him.

“Shit, I want your fingers, please,” You whined pathetically. Sam smiled at you before dipping his hands back into your jeans. He moved your cotton panties to the side and his thumb brushed over your clit. Your back arched slightly and you took your bottom lip in between your teeth. You could feel Sam's fingers run through your folds, collecting your arousal on the tips. He removed his hand once more and wrapped his mouth around his fingers, tasting every little bit of you. He closed his eyes and moaned, swirling his tongue around his digits.

“You taste like honey, babydoll” he groaned and went to stick his hands past the material of your jeans and he huffed.

“These, they need to come off.” He put you back down onto your feet before he sunk onto his knees. He curled his fingers around the belt loops and swiftly pulled your jeans down, helping you step out of them. You were left in your t-shirt and dark green cotton underwear. They were pretty cheeky, but they had just the perfect amount of coverage and the straps were thin on your sides.

Sammy observed you for a moment before planting a kiss on your clothed core. His fingers hooked around the thin straps and pulled them down, throwing them with your jeans. His hand slotted between your legs, causing you to spread them before he dipped his head forward and licked a thick, bold stripe up your center. Your mouth formed into an ‘o’ and your knees felt weak. One of your hands flew to his hair and tugged on his wavy brown tresses.

“Fuck, Sammy I want your fingers, please,” you moaned out. Even though his mouth did feel amazing, you so badly needed some sort of release.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Sam grinned up at you before he entered two fingers into you, curling them upwards. Your knees buckled and you sat your free hand on his shoulder, trying your hardest not to fall. Sam watched your face twist with pleasure for a moment before he attached his mouth to your clit.

“Shit,” you gasped and tugged on his roots again. From the way, his fingers curved in and out of you to the way his tongue flicked and sucked on your clit you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Moans left your lips and you tried not to be too loud even though it didn’t really matter since you were still stuck.

“Do you like that, baby? The way my fingers fuck you?” Sam applied a kiss to your abdomen and you whimpered at his words. You nodded your head but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Words. Use them.” His fingers stilled inside of you and raised a brow waiting for you to say something.

“Fuck, yes Sam, please don’t stop, I’m so close.” You moaned and he picked up his pace again. Sam attacked your clit with his mouth again, sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves trying to get you closer to your climax. Your eyes screwed shut and a loud moan flew past your lips. You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers and that familiar feeling of a rubberband on the verge of snapping in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, Sammy, I’m cumming,” you moaned and looked down at the explicit scene below you. Sam shook his head and you gave him a slightly confused look.

“Not yet baby, hold out just a little longer for me,” He kissed the front of your thighs and used his free hand to rub quick circles along your clit.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” you moaned and you could feel your legs begin to violently shake. You were on the brink of exploding but the longer you held back, the worse the feeling felt. That pit in your stomach was burning and you just needed a release

“You can and you will. Hang on for me,” Sam added a third finger and your vision was going in and out as more obscenities flew past your lips.

“Sam please, please let me cum. Oh my god, I’ll do anything. Please, I’m begging,” You gasped and you could feel your legs wanting to close but Sam held them open with his elbows, his movements quickening.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Cum for me baby. Look at me or I’ll stop,” he threatened. You looked down at him as you struggled to keep your eyes open. You focused on the boy below you who was destroying you with his fingers. You sunk slightly as your orgasm tore through you. You moaned loudly and bit the back of your hand to try and suppress it. Your eyes screwed shut from the feeling being too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes and you swore you could’ve passed out from the amount of euphoria you were experiencing.

Sam groaned as he rode you through your orgasm. He slowed his pace before his mouth connected with your heat, lapping up every last drop of you. Your legs shook and every time his tongue passed over your clit you couldn’t help but whine from the overstimulation.

“God you are fucking beautiful,” Sam stood up and roughly connected his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you didn’t even mind, it just made it so much more arousing. Sam placed one hand at the back of your neck while his other hand tangled in your hair and pulled at the roots. Your head tilted back and your mouth opened but no words came out.

“I’ll make you cum again if you let me, just say the word, babydoll.” He whispered into your ear before nipping at your earlobe with his teeth.

“Yes, please,” you whispered. His words sent shivers down your spine and the thought of him making you cum again sent a new wave of heat to your core. He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one a lot gentler than the last.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

"Much better," You nodded your head and applied one last chaste kiss to his lips.

As soon as he pulled away the elevator shook and you noticed the numbers starting to go up again. You cursed under your breath and quickly grabbed your jeans, unsure of where your underwear went. You looked around the small space and you were absolutely dumbfounded.

“Looking for these?” San asked, holding them up. Before you could grab them he shoved them into his pocket and you didn’t even know what to say. You quickly slid your legs through the tight jeans and buttoned them. Seconds later the elevator door opened on the forty-fifth floor. There was a mother and her two small children waiting to enter the elevator. She looked at you and Sam with a disgusted look on her face. Sam grabbed your hand and lead you out towards his apartment. You were still slightly out of breath which means your face was probably red and Sam's hair was unruly from you pulling on his locks, but he didn’t even seem to mind.

“Are you hungry?” Sam asked as you followed him down the hall before stopping in front of one of the many doors. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door, allowing you to enter first. You stood directly next to the door, not wanting to overstep any boundaries of some sort.

“I was going to order some Chinese when I got home.” You said, on the quieter side. It was so strange that he had just gone from fingering you and eating you out to acting like nothing even happened and asking if you were hungry.

“Chinese it is.” Sam closed the door and lead you into the living room while he started to call a local Chinese restaurant. Before he could start the call you stopped him.

“I can pay for it,” you offered and he shook his head.

“Let it be my treat, you had a shit day. I told you I wanted to make it better.” He smiled and put the phone up to his ear. His words replayed in your head and you clenched your thighs together at the thought of potentially hooking up with him later.

“Needy are we?” He spoke from behind you and you turned around to see him almost hovering over you. You didn’t even know what to say. You cross your legs and gulp.

“Patience is a virtue, darling.” He smirked and came and sat next to you before turning on the television.

“What if I don’t want to wait that long?” You raised a brow, trying to challenge him.

“Good girls get rewarded.” That was all he said before he stood up once more and made his way over to the kitchen.

“And if they aren’t good?” You question him. All he did was shrug. You didn’t know how to feel about this little game he was playing but it was driving you mad, sexually. You sighed and looked over the back of the couch. He poured some whisky into a glass and held the bottle up to offer you some after he realized you were looking at him. You nodded slightly and he poured you a glass, bringing them over. He sat down on the couch and handed you your glass and sat his hand on your thigh.

Sam's eyes were fixed on the tv while he took small sips from his drink and all you could do was stare at his side profile. You quickly chugged your drink, the bitter taste coating your lips and mouth. You could feel the heat fill your chest and you sat the glass down on the table. Sam looked at you with a confused look before you swung your legs over his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I want you. Now.” You commanded. Sam met your lips as he kissed you hungrily. He leaned forward and slid off his suit jacket, leaving his chest exposed. You placed your hands on his stomach, your fingers toying with the waistband of his suit pants. You breathed heavily through your nose, a quiet whimper escaping as Sam bit your bottom lip.

Sam flipped you over so your back was against the couch and he hovered over top of you, one of his knees slotted between your legs. He pinned your arms above you like he had done previously in the elevator and he bunched up your shirt in his free hand. He trailed kisses from your lips, down your neck, over the swell of your breasts, and across your stomach. He stopped at the waistband of your jeans and unbuttoned them again. He slowly unzipped the zipper, trying to toy with you in any way he could. He slipped his hand passed your jeans, his fingers just barely hovering over your center that was once again dripping with arousal. He put pressure down on your clit before he released from the kiss, looking at your pleasured expression.

“As I said, good girls get rewarded.” He drug his fingers through your arousal and brought his slick fingers to his lips. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and he removed his knee from in between your legs. You layed there, defeated and out of breath with your core throbbing. He answered the door and you heard the rustling of bags when he reappeared with the food. You weren’t even hungry anymore.

“Hungry?” That was all he asked before he started taking food out of the bags as if nothing had even happened. All you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

You weren’t even hungry anymore.

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sammy kiszka, baby, lets buy a house and a pittie ill be so good to you babygirl

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Sam 👁️👄👁️

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How Sam is moving the camera around feels like he's got me by the NECK and he's just dragging me around with him

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brotherly love

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Masterlist

I thought if I'm really going to do this, I need one of these

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josh’s new face paint and ear cuff and bigger earrings jake’s eyeliner and bigger hoops danny rhinestone diary sam makeup and rhinestones

the lore theres so much lore

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I Never Really

Part Sixteen

Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex, physical altercation

Word Count: 3.8k

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Life felt, simply, good. Even as the break wound to a close, and the bustle of a new semester began, you felt so uplifted. There had been such darkness clouding your every waking moment until now. You hadn’t even realized it, really. You’d become so complacent with living in darkness that the concept of light had no longer existed to you. Not until Sam had come along, swinging open the doors to your mind and turning on every light in the room.

Sam was back in the dorms, which was a blessing in your eyes. He had your schedule memorized, and would walk you to class any chance he got. There was a bit of conflict with your daily schedules, and you didn’t share any classes, but that was alright with you. Too much of a good thing could always be a bad thing.

Your every-other-day walks across campus with him were always one of your favorite parts of the week, though. While walking recently, he’d snatched your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. You couldn’t help but feel like you were just a kid again, enjoying simple pleasures, even silly little things like holding hands.

And of course, there were the moments when the two of you found yourselves alone. Whether in your dorm or at the house, if you could catch even the slightest glimpse of solitude, you would be all over each other. The moment a door closed or a car pulled away, you would be clawing at each other's clothes, ripping them off, getting up to whatever devious acts you desired that day.

Most weekends you spent at the house, as a reprieve from the soulless dorms. Conveniently, nearly every weekend you were met with an empty house for at least a twenty-four hour period, where the brothers would go gallivanting on whatever adventures they typically got up to. Sam didn’t typically tell his brothers you were coming over. It’ll invite too many questions. They’ll get weird about it. Trust me, he’d told you. They were an odd bunch, and you did, indeed, trust him. You’d see them every once in a while, for a handful of hours at a time, but the house parties were few and far between during this time of year. The “slow season,” they called it.

Today was one of those weekends, a cozy Saturday night. You sat in the living room, watching some mindless TV on mute while he plunked away at the piano in the room over. A light snow was falling outside, and flames roared in the fireplace. He’d made dinner for the two of you, his cooking skills never failing to impress. Tonight’s had been far too spicy for you, but the flavor was so good you hadn’t minded. “We need to build your spice tolerance,” he’d told you, like a drill sergeant talking to a new recruit, while you held a tissue to your watering eyes and running nose.

It’d been close to a month now, since your confession, and everything seemed to be working out beautifully. Jake had called you a couple of weeks ago, asking if you were busy, to which you'd graciously declined. Though if you had been feeling any weaker in that moment, you were sure you would have gone for it. He truly had such a way with words, and was really a master of seduction. But although there was no formal relationship between you and Sam, you felt a certain kind of loyalty to him.

You figured that if either of you wanted to be with other people, it would be allowed. If someone else came along for him, you would not be mad. It would be crushing, sure, but you only wanted the best for him. And you were sure he felt the same, too. But right now, you made each other happy. It was enough without a label.

“Hey,” Sam called, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Yes?”

“Can you listen to this next one?”

“I’m always listening, Sammy.” You repositioned yourself to face him, his face peeking out from behind the piano. “But I’ll listen extra hard for you.”

He smiled at you, turning his eyes back to the keys. He started to play, a soft and delicate melody. You didn’t have the knowledge to describe exactly what he was doing, but it felt light, a bit airy, like springtime. You watched his brows knit in concentration as he pulled notes from the keys, everything executed perfectly. Or at least, it sounded perfect to your ears. It felt golden, circular, the texture of lush grass in a field of flowers. It seemed to bring you back to a place you'd never been before.

You swayed slightly with the beat, your eyes closing as you focused on taking in every drop of sound he ushered to your ears. It was an indescribably beautiful tune, one that felt like it encapsulated love and light. You were struck by just how much you loved him. You hadn’t said it, not out loud, not yet. You were saving it, the two of you moving along at a pace that would be agonizingly slow to anyone else. But it wasn’t bad. Not when it was him. He stopped playing, silence and the crackle of the fire filling the room.

“It’s not finished, and most of it’s just made up as I go, but…do you like it?” He asked.

“I love it. It's beautiful.” You smiled at him warmly, to which he grinned and turned his eyes away.

“I wrote it for you. I know that’s like, super corny, but I just…” He sighed, stretching his arms over his head. “You’re really inspiring.”

“Me?” His words felt like something straight out of a dream.

“Yes, you.” He stood, making his way over to your spot on the couch. “It’s weird, I've never wanted to make music for someone before. I wasn’t sure what to do with this–” he clutched at his chest, miming the action of ripping his heart out. “Like, how do you turn that into music, you know?”

“I do know.” Somehow, you did. You were not musically minded, but you understood every word. It was a language of love.

He wrapped his fingers around your jaw delicately, tilting your face up to catch your lips in a kiss. “Can I tell you something?" He asked.

“Don’t.” You held a finger against his lips. “Save it.” You knew what he wanted to say – the words both of you had been avoiding. I love you.

In the silence that followed, your eyes locked with his, a thousand words went unspoken. Save it for when it’s special. You didn’t mean any harm by keeping that word at bay, and you both knew that. Things were just so delicate at this point, given your shaky past, that it felt wrong somehow to say it. Like sailing on a ship without a name, some kind of bad omen seemed to surround it.

Though, that feeling stemmed from the scars, still healing, that you’d given each other. They were not plentiful, nor were the wounds deep, but they could still be felt. And it all just felt too good to be true. An utterance of a word as powerful as that one felt like it could shatter the both of you. When the dust settled, when you’d confessed to him your dirty little secret, when your work at school was done and you could properly settle into something serious, that was when you would say it.

“Haven’t earned it yet, hm?” He said through a toothy smile.

“No, I’m the one who hasn’t earned it.”

“Can’t say I agree, miss eclipse.” He brushed a thumb over your cheek. “You’re more of a miss sunshine these days, though.”

“That’s a shame. I love the moon.”

“I know you do. It’s a full one tonight. We should go look.”

“It’s so cold, though.”

“There’s a perfect view from my window. Haven’t you noticed?”

You shrugged. “I usually have a much better view when I’m in your bed.”

“And you're usually a bit busy, too.”

You gave him a playful shove, to which he dramatically stumbled backwards. “Wow. My girl, pushing me away like that…guess I’ll sleep alone tonight!” He put on a mock pout and crossed his arms, though a smile threatened to break his act.

“No, please!” You bounded across the room and wrapped yourself around his waist, resting your chin on his crossed arms. “Please find it in you to forgive my transgressions.”

“I suppose I can overlook it this once,” he said, pulling you closer into a tight embrace.

“Speaking of sleep…”

“Tired?”

“A little.”

He tilted your face up to his. “Are you actually tired?”

He could read you like a book. “Not really.”

Taking your hand in his, he whisked you up the stairs, into his room. The minute the door was closed behind him, his hands were on you, pushing you back against the bed.

“Wait,” you gasped, your fingers under his shirt against his waist.

He froze immediately, backing a half-step away. “Did I do something?”

“No, listen.”

You stood in silence for a moment, both of you holding back labored breaths. Footsteps and chattering filtered up through the floor below your feet. The guys were back.

“Well. Shit,” he laughed, backing away from you to lock the door.

“I could, you know…” you splayed yourself out on his bed, stretching your limbs with a sigh. “I could be quiet.”

He cupped his hands around your knees, giving your legs a little shake. “I don't know if you could. Remember your performance at the bar?”

“Okay, but that was different.” You fought back a smile. “I really could.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Tempt you?” You pulled yourself up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of you. “Fine. Come here. We’re just gonna cuddle. Promise.”

“Right, obviously.”

Cuddling was far from the word you’d use to describe how the rest of the night went. You were just barely able to keep your volume down, his fingers clamped tightly around your mouth nearly the entire time to muffle your noises. You weren’t anything near silent when he made you cum, your muffled moans still loud enough to reverberate against the walls.

Although you were certain at least one of the guys had heard you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when most of the nights you spent here, you had to hear some kind of racket coming from at least one bedroom. If not the wails of some other woman, it was the sound of any number of instruments, the blaring of music, the loud cacophony of voices in conversation. You couldn’t fathom how anyone got a good night of sleep in this house.

Peace finally settled in the room afterwards, as you crawled into his embrace under the sheets. These moments were something you could never get enough of – the texture of his bare skin beneath your fingertips, the heat of his body against yours, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest. He was always so gentle with you, physically and emotionally. He always knew how to talk you down when you were stressed or angry.

He'd learned so many of your likes and dislikes so quickly, and it showed. It was evident in the little gifts he gave you, the things he did for you, and the words he spoke to you. Not a single compliment was empty or without careful thought. You couldn’t have possibly asked for a better man for you. It seemed almost too good to be true.

* * *

When the night was said and done, and the moon faded into sunlight, a peaceful day awaited you. Sam drove you back to the dorms – you had a few assignments you wanted to crank out before the weekend was done. Sam had headed back to the house for some Sunday chores, though the peace that you felt that morning did not follow him home.

There was something in the air. Sam didn’t consider himself anything resembling a clairvoyant, but he could read the vibes of a room at an easier level than most. And today, those vibes were nasty. He’d tried to stay out of the way of the others as much as he could, even declining Josh’s offer for brunch. He was taking a poster off the wall to bring to his dorm, when he heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sam!” Jake’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Get the fuck down here.”

“What do you want?” Sam called back.

“Come here. We need to talk.”

A sense of dread started to rise in Sam’s throat. Jake didn’t normally talk to him like that, unless something was seriously wrong. It seemed that bad feeling had been more than just unfounded anxiety. He made his way downstairs, where Jake stood with his arms crossed.

“Heard you in your room last night. You wanna tell me what that was about?” There was a rage behind Jake’s eyes that Sam rarely saw.

“Oh, god.” Sam couldn’t even make eye contact, his cheeks starting to burn a bright red. “Were we too loud? That’s so fucking embarrassing, I’m sorry–”

“So you were really…” Jake clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That part doesn’t matter. But why her?” He said your name, in a questioning tone.

Sam wasn’t quite following what Jake was laying out. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me.” When Jake got angry like this, he seemed larger. Either that, or Sam seemed to shrink in the presence of Jake’s rage.

“I’m not playing anything. What are you trying to say? Because it seems like you’re implying something pretty shitty right now.”

“Sam, drop the fucking act. This doesn’t have to turn into a fight.”

“It really seems like you’re looking for one.”

“If you really want to play dumb, I can let this go. Just don’t fucking do that shit again. Leave her be.”

“Leave her be?” Sam turned his palms up, his face twisted in utter confusion. He had no idea what Jake was trying to say here, unless he was trying to say you were anything less than perfect. An accusation which Sam wouldn't stand for. Not that he would care about Jake's opinion on you regardless – Sam knew you, and that was what mattered.

“This is a dangerous game you’re trying to play with me, Sam. We both don’t want to see how this ends if you don’t drop her.”

“I’m not dropping her. What, did you hear some rumor about her or something? I don’t care what gossip you’ve heard. She’s an amazing girl.”

“Gossip?” Jake gave Sam a genuinely confused look. He could sense that the two of them were, somehow, on completely different pages. “I haven’t heard anything. But she seems to be jumping straight from me to you. So I'd suggest dropping it before this gets really messy.”

Sam had to pause a moment, each word hitting him like a bullet to the chest. He would not cry, he refused to cry in front of Jake like this. Though tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He prayed for a moment that this was all just a huge misunderstanding. He must be confused, Jake couldn't possibly be saying what Sam thought he was saying. “Jumping from…you to…what?”

“Sam.” Jake sounded stern, like he’d ran this race a million times. He wouldn’t be swayed by the kicked-puppy look Sam was giving him. “Enough. Just leave it. She was mine first.”

“Yours?!” The word exploded from Sam’s chest at a volume that scared both of them. “Tell me you’re joking, dude. Say this is some stupid fucking prank you’re playing on me.”

“Oh, so you didn’t know? Or is this just part of the playing-dumb act?”

“Didn’t know what?!” Sam nearly screamed the last word.

“That we’ve been hooking up…?”

“Of course I didn’t fucking know! She never told me a damn thing!”

“Oh, I’m so shocked she didn’t tell you,” Jake said, his voice laced with mock pity. “Even after you blew up at her for nothing? After that first party? Remember that, Sam?” His volume started to rise to match Sam’s, his words dripping with malice.

“Don’t you dare bring that up. That’s between me and her.” Sam shoved a finger against Jake’s chest. He barely flinched.

“Well, you really fucked her up. So she came to me.”

“I don’t believe this shit. When?”

“Halloween. You didn’t notice when we left? You were so busy talking about your other little thing with Daniel, you didn’t even notice, did you? Speaking of which, what'd you do with her? Just kicked her to the curb the second you got a chance to steal my girl from me?”

It was taking everything within Sam not to just start swinging at Jake. “First of all, that's not your business. And don’t fucking talk about her that way. She’s not yours. In fact, she told me she's liked me for ages. Guess you were just filler while she waited for me.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see Josh and Daniel, listening in from halfway down the stairs. The two of them had seen enough spats of this kind to know not to interfere, not until a line was crossed.

“And you kept her waiting forever. God knows if she’s even telling you the truth, considering she chose me long before you.”

“When’s the last time you even spent time with her, huh?” Sam was furious now, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Though his mind was far too chaotic right now to direct that anger towards anyone but his brother.

“I mean, it was– it was a while ago.” Jake’s resolve faltered, his voice breaking.

“And how many times…?”

“Twice.” Jake shrugged his shoulders. “But she was still mine long before you.”

“Wow.” Sam laughed, a humorless bark of a sound. “Slept with her two whole two times, and you’re acting like she’s your fucking property. Jesus christ, Jake, have some respect.”

“Respect? You wanna talk about respect while a few weeks ago, you were out there eating my leftovers in the fucking bar bathroom–”

Sam didn’t even feel himself move when he pushed Jake to the ground with a forceful shove. He climbed on top of him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, fist reared back. He could hear Daniel and Josh’s footfalls clattering down the stairs as he swung, his knuckles cracking against Jake’s cheekbone. Jake just barely managed to get off a shot in return, the back of his fist landing square along Sam's temple.

And just like that, the line had been crossed. Josh and Daniel were there in seconds, pulling the two brothers off of each other with shouts of “chill, chill, calm the fuck down!”

Daniel’s arms wrapped around Sam’s, pulling him away from Jake and restraining him from moving closer. Josh kept Jake pinned to the floor by his biceps. Insults flew from both of them, hurled with intent to hurt the most.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you!” Daniel boomed, his voice carrying above the commotion. “You both look fucking stupid, fighting over a girl!”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sam asked, pulling against Danny’s arms, though his efforts were futile.

“I didn’t know it was any of your business who I fuck.”

Sam said no more – he had nothing left to say. He ripped his arms out of Danny’s grip, and trudged up the stairs to his room. Behind him, he could hear Josh’s peacemaker-voice urging Jake to please leave it.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to break something, he wanted to call you, he wanted to cry himself to sleep, all at the same time. Above it all, he felt stupid. Of course it had been that way all along. Of course those hickeys had been left by Jake. He’d given you the benefit of the doubt, assuming it was some hookup. Since that first party, when he’d be wrong, he figured you knew the rest of the family was off-limits. You never saw it that way, he now realized. How stupid of him to try to set such a selfish limit on you.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his phone in his hands, choking back tears. It had all seemed so perfect for a little bit, there. He’d successfully navigated the minefield of your affection, he’d stopped talking to the other girl. Just another mistake – why didn’t he tell you he wasn’t talking to her anymore? He could barely even remember what her face looked like, every memory of his clouded with visions of you. Outside, the birds sang on and the sun shined, blissfully unaware of how Sam’s entire world had come screeching to a halt all at once.

There didn’t seem to be any way out of this. As usual, the one he truly wanted had slipped through his fingers. He should be used to it, by this point. Every time he got close, it ended in flames. Someone always got hurt. This was the last time. He couldn’t do this again. He swore to himself that every other girl, from here on out, would be only a friend, or hidden far away from his family.

He thought that phrase over a few times. Every...other…girl. Who else could there possibly be, besides you? You were different. You didn’t fit in the usual rigid box of his “type” that he so carefully curated. Yet, you’d still managed to captivate him, body and soul, in a way no one else ever had. He hated to think that you really were special, a league above all the rest in every way possible.

Except, you were special. It was a phrase he’d heard echo in his head without his consent so many times – the one. That was you. Everything about you was so indescribably perfect in his eyes. It was like he had fallen in love with an angel, one that flew from his grasp the moment he wrapped his arms around you. Maybe he was being a bit dramatic. It had only been a few weeks of knowing it was mutual, after all.

But this thing you two had together, this connection, it seemed so much deeper than anything he had ever felt before. He didn’t even know he had this level of love in his body for somebody. And now, it was being snatched away from him. It was his own fault in the end, he surmised. He hadn’t taken the chance when it was laid out in front of him, and you’d fallen into the arms of someone else. But why did it have to be his brother? And why hadn't you told him? Why had you lied straight to his face? Was he not worthy of the truth?

He had done the same, falling into the arms of another when he’d so foolishly assumed you didn’t like him after his various, mostly botched, attempts at flirting. He almost felt sorry for that poor other girl; she had only been a vessel for the feelings he could not give to you. As Sam lay in his bed, tears quietly staining his pillowcase, you were none the wiser. That night, you slept peacefully, dreaming of him and the future you were so eager to share. If only you had jumped when you had the chance.

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gretasfallingsky · 8 months

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I AM CRYING.

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #gvf #sammy kiszka #sam kiskza #sam gvf #jake gvf #gvf jake #gvf sam #jacob kiszka #sfk #jtk

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gardensgatekeeper · 5 months

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No Matter What

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 708

Warnings: Just fluff!

Just a typical best friends to lovers trope!

You and Sam Had been friends practically since you came out of the womb. Your moms were best friends, so naturally the two of you spent nearly every waking hour together.

Things started to change a bit when the captain of the football team, Kyle, asked you to senior prom. You were a little disappointed that Sam hadn’t asked you first, especially since the two of you had such a blast together last year. He ended up going with some girl in his Chemistry class named Tori or Taylor.

The whole night, things were going surprisingly well and you and Kyle seemed to hit it off pretty well, apart from him being a little handsy here and there. As the night went on, you were getting a little frustrated when it seemed like he was only after one thing, something you had promised to keep for someone special. No matter how many times you pushed his hands away, he just couldn’t take a hint, so you finally excused yourself to the restroom.

In the stall, you overheard one of the girls on the cheerleading team talk about how much she bet that Kyle would be able to get in your pants tonight, calling you an “easy lay.” You couldn’t help the tears flowing down your face. You waited until they left before making your way out, wanting nothing more than to hide in your bed until graduation.

Just as you exited the bathroom, you ran into Sam, who was clearly confused by your disheveled appearance. “Y/N? What’s going on? What happened?” He asked, doing a quick glance over to make sure nothing was broken or bleeding. “Just your typical high school jerks, I don’t really want to talk about it. Just wanna go home.” You sigh, wiping the tears from your face. “C’mon, let's go. I’ll take you.” “What about your date?” You asked. “Eh, she seems to be having a better time with her friends. I don’t think she’ll miss me.” He chucked.

Sam being the gentleman he is, opened the passenger door for you before hopping in the driver’s seat and pulling out of the packed parking lot. It wasn’t until you passed the turn back to your house that you asked Sam where he was going. “Can’t let the night go to waste when I know you spent hours getting ready. Just wait, it’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Even in the dark car, you could still see the faint smile that rested on his face. Soon enough, he pulled into the familiar gravel lot of the lookout by the lake the two of you frequented. “Sam, what are we doing here?” He said nothing and just got out, walking over to the passenger side and waited for you to grab his outstretched hand. The radio in the car was still playing as both of you walked to the front of the car. “May I have this dance Y/N?”

Softly smiling, you nodded as he closed the space between, quickly finding a rhythm together. He quietly hummed along to the melody coming through the speakers and you couldn’t help but rest your head on his chest, thankful for the distraction to the events that unfolded earlier.

“Thank you for this Sam.” you hummed. “Y/N” he briefly paused before continuing. “You know you’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.” Though he had said those words a thousand times before, they have a bit more emotion behind them this time.

You pulled back just a bit before responding. “You’re my best friend too Sam, no matter what.” “No matter what?” You nodded again in response, confused at what was going on.

Suddenly, it felt like the world stopped spinning and before you knew it, Sam slowly leaned in and connected his lips to yours. Though it was short, the kiss burned with passion and lust. You felt like you were floating above the clouds.

As if just testing the waters, Sam quickly pulled back, reading your face for any signs to stop, but of course there were none. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He whispered. “Was it everything you hoped and imagined for?” you warmly smiled. “Even better.”

#greta #gvf #greta van fic #gretavanfleet #gvf imagine #greta van fleet #gvf sam #sam gvf #sam kiszka x reader #samkiszka #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x y/n #sam kiszka x you #samuel francis kiszka #gardensgatekeeper

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ageofbarbarians · 1 year

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35 High Part 2 // S.F.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: If you haven’t read part one, read it HERE

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Unprotected Sex, Slight Degradation, Oral (m&f receiving) Fingering, Praising, Chocking, Slight Edging, Squirting, Sam being a cocky fuck

Word Count: 4k

M A S T E R L I S T

You hummed quietly to yourself as you finished cleaning up the remainder of your apartment. You had worked a lot this week so you had just been throwing stuff everywhere instead of putting them where they were supposed to go. That, and you had also been spending a lot of time with Sam recently. You didn’t have much on your mind besides wanting to see him again. It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in the elevator, and ever since, he’s been the only thing you could think about. Granted, the two of you did hook up afterward but even then he was the only thought that consumed you.

Your thoughts wandered as you remember the way his mouth felt against your soaked core, how his fingers felt curved up against you, the way he worked you through your high--

That was until you heard a few soft knocks at the door. You sighed as you got up and opened it to be greeted by a man holding a bag of Chinese food. You gave him a confused look and he shrugged handing you the bag. You thanked him as you closed the door and set the bag on your kitchen counter. There was a note attached to the top and you pulled it off to read it.

I remembered your order

-Sammy

You bit your lip to try and contain your smile as you pulled the food out of the bag. You opened the containers to see he did indeed get your order correct, but you noticed there were also extra boxes. You sat them out too and it dawned on you that he was potentially coming over. You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants and right as you went to go text him, there was another knock at the door. You rushed over but composed yourself to make it seem like you weren't too eager.

"Hi pretty girl," Sam smiled as you opened the door. He cupped your face with one of his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. You could feel the butterflies immediately taking over your stomach.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight," You hummed against his lips, prolonging the kiss as much as you could. He pulled away, his forehead resting against yours.

"I figured I'd get you dinner and then I'd make you cum. How does that sound, hm?"

You were caught off by his words and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips. He moved to press his lips against your neck, immediately connecting with your sweet spot.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about a couple of weeks ago,” Sam mumbled against your skin, your breathing was growing heavy and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting the feeling of his lips ignite a fire through your body.

“Yeah? And how you were a total cockblock?” You sassed with a smile playing across your face.

“Hey, not totally, I still fucked you pretty damn good if I say so myself.” Sam shrugged as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. Your eyes opened again and you shook your head.

“I don’t know, it was okay I guess.” You lied. Honestly, it was the best sex you ever had, and he probably knew that but you didn’t want to boost his ego anymore.

“Okay?” He raised a brow, a slight look of anger in his eyes.

“Show me how good you can be Sammy,” You reached up to touch his face but your arm was pinned above your head.

“I know you’re just fucking with me, but don’t think you’ll get away with that shit.” His eyes were dark and you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips. He smirked slightly and brought his lips to yours with a new hunger you hadn’t yet experienced from him.

Sam cupped his hands under your ass and you jumped to wrap your legs around his hips. He walked the two of you towards the couch before sitting you down. He hovered over you, his lips pink and swollen, breathing slightly heavy.

“You want me to show you how good I can be? And what if I decide to fuck you on every surface in your house?” Sam scanned your face with a raised brow and you bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was forming on your face.

“Is that a request or a challenge?” You gave him your best doe eyes and he leaned his head back as he smiled.

“God, how am I supposed to keep up with you?” He smiled down at you and you couldn’t help but grab the front of his shirt to pull him closer.

“Fuck me like you own me, Kiszka,” You searched his face as you ran your thumb across his face, pulling his bottom lip down. Without warning, Sam took your thumb into his mouth and you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe, a heat rushing to your core.

Sam pulled it out with a pop before he wrapped his hand around your throat causing you to gasp. His eyes darkened to a new level and he stared at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” He pushed your head up slightly before pressing his lips to yours again. His hand left your throat and dragged down your chest, grabbing one of your breasts. You let out a sigh and shifted your hips to get any sort of friction. He pulled away from you before raising his brows.

“Be patient, dove. You’ll get to cum soon enough. If you’re good for me.” He resumed his actions, connecting his lips with yours once again. His words finally registered and you could feel yourself so easily slipping into submission for him.

Sam had a chokehold on you. You didn’t know if it was from how caring he was, especially when you had first met in the elevator, or the random little surprises like your Chinese food tonight or how he randomly had shown up with flowers, the simple texts telling you to have a good day or the way he always managed to fuck you absolutely senseless. Regardless, you were head over heels for him.

“Sammy, baby,” you pulled away breathless from his kiss, lips pink and swollen.

“What? What’s wrong?” His eyes searched yours frantically and you smiled up at him, shaking your head.

“Bedroom,” You stood up and moved around Sam. You took a few steps before you started racing down the hallway and you knew he wasn’t far behind you. You were just about to reach the door to your bedroom and you felt a pull on your shirt and you knew he had caught up to you.

Sam grabbed your hips and pinned you up against the wall, almost knocking all of the air from your chest. You bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was creeping onto your face.

“No more running, dove. I thought you were gonna be good for me? Now you’re really in for it.“ Sam shook his head before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. He shut the door once you were in and you could feel yourself beginning to shake.

It’s not like it was the first time you had slept with Sam, but something about this moment was making you shake with anticipation. You needed some sort of contact from him, you were desperate for him to touch you in your most vulnerable parts. You wanted to come undone around him, to call his name out like it’s the last thing you’d ever hear, to make him feel good.

“Sammy, I want to make you feel good,” you said quietly, the words coming out before you even had time to process that you were saying them. He took long slow strides toward you and you backed up with each step until your legs hit the back of your bed causing you to fall back.

"I think I have some proving to do first," Sam shook his head once again and slid his shirt over his head. You stared at his chest, so badly wanting to cover him in marks, claiming him as your own. Sam tugged at the hem of your shirt requesting if he could take it off of you. You nodded your head and you sat up slightly to help him out as best as you could.

"Fucking christ," He mumbled. He stared at your chest, observing every bit of your exposed skin. You never wore a bra when you were home relaxing because what was the point? Right now was one of the times when it came in your favor.

You didn't get a chance to say anything as Sam's face came down and he immediately took one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hardest nub and you couldn't help the soft breaths that escaped your lips. He moved around, nipping at the soft skin and leaving lilac marks all over your chest. He was inching lower and lower down your stomach, leaving marks in his path.

Sam looped his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants and slightly pulled down the material to leave soft kisses against your hipbones. You could feel yourself throbbing from how desperately you needed some sort of contact.

"Sammy, please," You whined.

"Ahh, that's what I like to hear." He smirked up at you before pulling your sweatpants down your legs. You swore you could have heard him whine as he pulled the material off of you; no underwear either.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic bone before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit. You immediately fisted the sheets as your eyes closed. You let out a moan before looking down at the handsome boy below you. He looked up at you through his lashes and the sight alone could've made you come undone. His movements were slow, teasing almost.

"Sam," You whimpered, so desperately wanting him to speed up his movements. You started rocking your hips against his face to gain some more traction but he held you in place with one of his arms. With his other free arm, he teased your entrance with two of his fingers before sliding into you slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back. He gave you a second to adjust before curving his fingers upwards. Your breathing was becoming unsteady as his movements picked up.

"Feel good, baby? Hm? Do you like the way my fingers fuck you?" Sam asked. His voice was low and you couldn't help but moan. He smirked down at you as he watched the way you moved beneath him in response to his touch. You could feel the slow burn building in the pit of your stomach and you wanted to pull away from him but you so badly wanted him to make you cum.

"Yes, sir," You whined out without even meaning to. Sam groaned before he came down and connected his lips with yours. You could taste your arousal on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth as your fingers wrapped in his hair at the base of his neck. Your mouth fell open as you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

"Sam, I'm so close, fuck, please don't stop." You begged. His thumb came in contact with your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, his pace never letting up. You could feel the familiar burn and you knew you were so close. Your moans were growing louder and most of them turned into desperate whimpers. Just as you were on the brink of spilling over, Sam pulled his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his digits. He pulled them from his mouth with a pop and you just stared at him in disbelief. Your cheeks were flushed and your breathing was still unsteady.

"What, did you really think I was going to let you cum that easy, dove?" He smiled down at you and you whimpered. You could feel yourself throbbing and it was almost unbearable.

"Sam, no, please, I was so close," You begged. You slid your hand down your chest, down your stomach before running your fingers over your clit. You began to rub slow circles just to get a rise out of him but it didn't last long as your hands were pinned above your head. You let out a huff as Sam stared down at you.

"Really?" His brows were raised and his eyes were dark. You couldn't help the sinister smile that spread across your face.

"Let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good," You gave him your best doe eyes again. He obliged and you happily got off the bed and sunk to your knees in front of him. You eagerly pulled down his sweatpants and his cock immediately slapped against his stomach. You could feel your mouth begin to water but the sight of him made your arousal drip down your legs. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft before licking a stripe up the underside of him, causing him to hiss. You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue along the underside of his head. His head fell back and his fingers wrapped themself in your hair. You sunk down further onto him, pumping whatever was left that you couldn't fit into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," He groaned and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. You ran your nails down his stomach, feeling him tense under your touch. You took him further down the back of your throat trying your hardest to not gag. You sat there for a moment before pulling back and taking a gasp of air. You took him into your mouth again and ran your tongue against him as much as you could.

"You're so good to me, taking my cock like the good whore that you are," Sam's grip in your hair tightened and you moaned against him causing him to let out a strangled breath. There was nothing you loved more than being degraded but something about Sam doing it was a whole other level.

He pulled away from you and you gave him a confused look.

"As much as I want you to keep going, I need you. Right now." He swallowed and you stood up. He pushed you into the bed and slotted himself between your legs. He pushed one of your legs back towards your chest while you put the other over his shoulder. He ran his tip through your folds and you whined.

"Sam, stop being a fucking tea- shit," You gasped as he slid into you without warning. He gave you little time to adjust before he set a brutal pace into you. Your back arched and you couldn't help but drag your nails down his back causing him to hiss. One of his free hands came up and wrapped itself around your throat. Your mouth fell open slightly as you stared up at him.

"Fuck, you look so good with my hand around your throat," He groaned and you bit down on your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood.

"I think you can do better than that Sammy," You challenged. He groaned and his grip around your throat tightened. You smiled as he choked you, the feeling of his fingers around your throat causing you to drip.

From the way he was fucking into you, you were sure that you were going to have bruises along your hips. His speed slowed, but the way he snapped his hips forward had you shaking. You could feel the fire burning in the pit of your stomach already and you knew that it wouldn't take him long to get you off.

"You look so pretty under me, making a mess all over my cock," Sam praised as he slowed his movements again, just barely moving in and out of you. His hand dragged released from your throat, dragging down your stomach until he came in contact with your clit. You turned your face towards the bed to muffle your moans as much as you could.

"Let me hear those gorgeous noises baby," Sam hummed as he sent a forceful thrust forward. You let out a loud moan as he picked up his pace again, fucking you without any mercy. He rubbed fast circles against your clit and you could feel yourself tightening around him, knowing you could cum any second.

"How many times do you think we can make you cum, hm?" Sam teased. You replaced his hand with yours, rubbing quick circles against your clit. Sam gripped your hips as his pace sped up even more. You were seconds away from letting the knot in your stomach explode, wanting so badly to come undone around him.

"Sam," You warned.

"Give it to me, baby," Sam cooed. Your first high took over and your back arched. You let out a whine that was cut off by Sam's lips connecting with yours. You continued to work your fingers against yourself. He rode you through your high and his pace slowed. He pulled out of you and you whined from the loss of contact. He connected his lips with your clit and inserted three of his fingers, curving them upwards. He lapped at you like it was going to be his last meal, but also took his time with you. How it was possible? You weren't even sure.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing the pieces that stuck to his forehead out of the way. He looked up at you through his lashes again and you could feel your second high already building from how his mouth and fingers worked against you. Your head fell back and your mouth fell open. You started to grind your hips against him. He hummed against you, causing goosebumps to rise up over your skin. You could feel the knot slowly growing and you so desperately wanted to cum again.

"Yes, please keep doing that," You moaned as he angled his fingers up higher inside of you.

"Sammy please, can I cum again?" You whined. He nodded his head again and you could feel yourself coming undone around his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed as he moved his tongue against you. You tried to pull away from him but he held you in place and your moans turned into whines from the overstimulation.

He eventually pulled away from you, your arousal shining across his face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving and adjusting himself up against the headboard. You swung your legs over his and adjusted yourself. You lined him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your head fell against your shoulder. Sam gripped your hips and started to roll your hips against him. You planted your hands on his chest before slowly bouncing yourself up and down against his length. You leaned forward slightly which caused him to hit a slightly different spot inside of you making you cry out and move against him faster.

"Right there, huh? That's the spot?" Sam hummed. You nodded eagerly in response and Sam gripped your hips tighter before he started fucking up into you. Your moans were borderline pornographic but you were finding it hard to keep yourself quiet. You leaned down until your chest was flush with Sam's and you bit into his shoulder. Your breathing was picking up and you could feel yourself becoming dizzy. Each time he thrust into you, he rubbed against your clit giving you feel the build in your stomach once more, but it was stronger than it ever had been. You clenched around him and he let out a moan that was enough to bring you to your peak.

“Sammy, I'm gonna cum," You whined loudly, your moans completely cutting off from the overstimulation. Your legs were beginning to shake and your nails gripped into his side, leaving crescent mooned shaped marks.

"Not yet," He shook his head and your eyes squeezed shut.

"Sam," You warned but he shook his head again.

"I said wait,"

"But I'm gonna- FUCK," You cried out, feeling your high taking over. Your thighs were soaked and Sammy let out a loud moan before you could feel the hot, sticky spurts of him fill you up. Your vision was hazy as stars clouded your vision. You felt light-headed as you had trouble catching your breath. Sam rode himself through his high and you bit down on his shoulder. His movements finally stopped and the two of you laid there for a while, trying to catch your breath. Sam gently ran his fingers along your back, sending slight goosebumps against your skin. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, sleep so easily wanting to take over. You moved your head slightly to push your face into his neck, breathing in the aroma of his sweaty skin and the cloud of sex that filled the air.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" Sam said softly and you gave him a soft nod.

"I don't think I can get up," You mumbled and he let out a soft laugh. He finally pulled out of you before gently flipping you over. He got up and slid his sweatpants back on before leaving the room and you could hear the sound of the water running in the bathroom moments later. He came back into the room with a rag to clean you up as best as he could before pressing soft kisses to your face and your neck.

"I'm running you a bath. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked softly. You nodded your head and you felt him pick you up. You pressed your face into his chest as he walked the two of you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and left the room for a moment. You took care of yourself before you stood up, and stepped into the bathtub. Your legs were shaky and your hips were sore but the warm water helped ease all of the tension in your muscles.

Sam came back a few minutes later with some clothes in hand and he took off his sweatpants again, stepping into the tub behind you. He stretched himself out as best as he could and you leaned back against his chest. He drew random patterns over your stomach as the two of you relaxed, trying his best not to disturb you.

After a while, the water started to turn cold and Sam helped you out, wrapping a towel around your frame. He dressed you in a pair of fluffy sweatpants that you had and the shirt that he was wearing early and carried you into the living room. He disappeared off into the bedroom and came back a short while later with your bedding in his arms, setting it into your washer. He went into the kitchen and warmed up the food he had ordered for the both of you before bringing it over and setting it down on the coffee table. Your stomach started to growl and Sam laughed as he looked at you.

"Eat, baby. I already made you cum."

"I thought it was dinner and then you were going to make me cum?" You asked innocently, hoping he'd take the hint of another round. He looked at you once more before laughing again and shaking his head.

"What am I going to do with you?"

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