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greta-van-fics · 2 years

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glass slipper pt. 2

a/n: put a fork in me, i’m done. enjoy :) ♥︎ liv part one

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5kish words

warnings: SMUT (no minors!), unprotected sex, emo jake mwahaha

Joshua set you down on the empty veranda when you reached the top, and you wobbled slightly when he pulled you behind him, darting to a small door that was dwarfed by the grand ballroom doors. He pulled a golden key from his jacket pocket and placed it in the small door’s lock.

“We’ll have to be quiet,” he whispered as he turned the key and pushed the door open with a creak. He grabbed your hand once more and you found yourself jogging down a well-lit hallway, with doors open and sounds pouring out of them. The clatter of dishes and cutlery told you at least one of the rooms you sprinted past was a kitchen. The shoe you hadn’t lost was clutched tightly in your hand as you ran.

Elation coursed through you as you looked at the back of Joshua’s head. You weren’t quite sure it could be called love. After all, could someone really fall in love after only one night?

Before tonight, you would have said an emphatic ‘no’ as well.

Joshua stopped abruptly in front of a closed door and pulled you into another mind-melting kiss, his hands on either side of your face and lips moving softly against yours. “I had to do that,” he exhaled when he pulled away. “You look so absolutely perfect, I just want you entirely.” You clutched his hands as he gazed at you in adoration. You were sure your eyes mirrored his.

“JOSHUA!” called a booming, jovial voice from farther down the hallway.

“Shit,” hissed the prince, looking around wildly for a doorway to shove you in. A round-bellied man was making his way toward the two of you, his arms outstretched and red face beaming. Joshua’s eyes landed on the heavy wooden door you’d stopped in front of, and he experimentally jiggled the knob, finding it open. “Trust me,” Joshua muttered as he ushered you inside an empty room. “I’m saving you from the dullest conversation you’ll have all evening, darling.” He leaned in from the doorway and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and shutting the door in haste. Seconds later, you heard the muffled sounds of greetings, a strained laugh from Joshua, and your own heavy breathing as your mind reeled and your heart pounded.

What the hell had just happened? The prince, the honestly real and royal prince, was completely enamored with you. Granny isn’t going to believe this, you thought, resting your forehead for a moment on the oak door.

For the first time, you glanced around the room you’d been unceremoniously shunted into. It was a small sitting room, and you were sure it was cozy when the fireplace had been lit and the windows propped open. As it was, the only illumination for you to see your setting was the moonlight streaming in.

“‘Darling’, hm? It would seem that His Highness has finally found someone worthy of his affections.” A voice from one of the room’s shadowy corners made you jump out of your own skin.

“God!” You shrieked in a whisper, clutching at your chest and backing up to press against the door. One of the armchairs positioned facing the window scraped back, and a figure stood, moving into the moonlight and perching on a table piled with books.

It was a man, handsomely dressed, with long hair hanging down his back tied neatly with a black ribbon, and attractive features half-cast into darkness in the ill-lit room. He examined you head to toe in silence as your hands shook with nerves. “I’m sorry if I shouldn’t be in here,” you babbled in awkward apology. The man smirked.

“The only rule you’ve broken is mine, of trying to avoid as many people as possible at one of these bores,” he said. You relaxed an inch at his easy tone and looked more closely at him. His dark suit and straighter hair were in contrast, but his face was almost identical to一

“I’m Jacob,” the prince’s brother told you, and with a wicked baring of his teeth, added, “His Excellency, the Grand Duke, to you.” You stuttered an unintelligible greeting and began to curtsy with trembling knees once more, but the Grand Duke cut you off with a raspy laugh and held up a hand. “I’m only joking. Sorry, Joshua always hates my sarcasm.” His casual stance and disinterest in the ball formed a persona in your mind that you thought may not be far from the truth: a fun, sardonic trickster who preferred his own company to that of the highborn party-goers attempting to woo him and his power. You decided to play your hand, which consisted solely of him assuming you to be a shy common girl his brother had taken a liking to.

“You shouldn’t make people always refer to you by your title,” you sniffed, turning up your nose and adopting a haughty tone, “or soon, they’re going to start giving you some real responsibilities, Your Excellency.” Jacob threw back his head in a howl of laughter. You couldn’t help but join in, your shoulders dropping completely as you stifled a giggle behind your hand. The two of you continued laughing, you tickled immensely at seeing the almost-king with tears leaking down the sides of his face.

“Well,” Jacob said, when you’d both settled down from your hysterics. “I can see why my brother is clearly enamored with you. Did you just meet him tonight?” You told him that you had, and he nodded thoughtfully, tapping a finger against his chin as he mused, “Perhaps I ought to join the throng more often at these balls, if there’s witty women to be found there.”

You blushed and curtsied in an exaggerated manner, and he smiled again. “You seem to possess the acute knack for being a princess. Been practicing long?” A frown slashed across your face.

“What do you mean?” “I mean,” Jacob began, pushing himself off the table to poke around the ashes in the cold and empty fireplace. “You’re at a ball, waiting to nab a wealthy husband, and how lucky for you it happened to be the prince! I hope you’re well-practiced in the art of having your life stolen from you.” He dipped a finger into the ashes and smeared a “J” on the marble hearth with them. “Or as it’s more commonly known, being royalty.”

You were indignant. “I didn’t come to this ball to find any sort of husband, and besides, I hardly think marriage is on your brother’s mind after just one evening.” “Then clearly you don’t know him all that well.” Jacob pressed his lips together and looked over at you, sheepish this time. Ashes fell off his fingertips as he rubbed them together absently and drifted towards the ground in slow spirals. “He’s a romantic, a hard-headed romantic, at that. And I knew one day一” He cut himself off, and an awkward silence settled between the two of you. Then, it seemed, he shook his resigned tone off and bit, “Real princesses wouldn’t be caught dead barefoot, sneaking through the halls with a man she’s just met, and in possession of only one shoe.”

Slowly, you felt your smile creep back onto your face. The sarcastic would-be king grinned as you fiddled with the other glass slipper you were still clutching. He wanted to spar, you could tell. He wanted someone he could fling barbs at who would duck and retaliate in kind. In the end, though, you chose a softer poke: “I dropped it outside. Your brother has quite literally swept me off my feet.”

He took it as the best he was going to get, catching your softness and spitting back in more jokes and insisting that you were going to be his sister-in-law sooner than you realized. Familiarity bloomed unusually quickly between the two of you, his barbs chipping away neatly at the wall of discomfort that had been built by his declaration that royalty would ruin you. A while passed, maybe minutes, maybe seconds. You had slid down the door long ago, and now sat on the cold ground with your arms wrapped around your knees. The remaining slipper had been placed to the side, forgotten. Jacob made you laugh.

The door swung open behind you as Jacob opened his mouth once more, and Joshua’s hands were on you before you even saw him. He hauled you up to your feet, moaning, “God, I’m so sorry, you lovely creature,” and pressing you into the door frame in a deep kiss. “That man is a lord in my father’s court, and he’s completely insufferable.” You made a small noise against his lips and squeezed his upper arm to alert him to the fact that you weren’t alone in the room.

Josh pushed off of you and turned to see Jacob, smirking and reclining once more in the armchair. He laced his hands behind his head and asked, “And what exactly were you two up to when you were so rudely interrupted by father’s lackey? And myself,” he added, flashing a stunning wink to you and causing you to wave him off with an indulgent smile.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Joshua ordered sternly. His hands were still on your waist.

“But they’ll be looking for you, Your Highness!” Jake cried, clearly reveling in his brother’s frenzy. “What shall I tell people when they come searching?”

Joshua grumbled under his breath for half of a second, then cleared his throat and gazed deeply into your eyes. One hand reached up to tuck a piece of hair that had fallen into your eyes behind your ear. “Tell them I’m with the most spectacularly kind and beautiful woman I could ever dream of, and that I’m entirely consumed with falling in love with her.” With that, he pulled you back into the hallway.

Although Joshua’s words had stolen your breath, attached you to him completely, and made your heart feel as though it was full for the first time in your life, you couldn’t help throwing a last glance over your shoulder to the prince’s brother, wanting to make a parting playful joke. But as the door swung shut, you saw Jacob, for the first time, dumbstruck. Forlorn. His face settled into confused dejection, and longing creased his forehead as he watched his twin hurry away with someone he could be entirely intimate with.

The sight flew from your mind, however, the moment you were inside Joshua’s chambers. Getting in was by no means easy; you slipped past at least three guards who were posted in the various corridors of the expansive castle while Joshua distracted them with banter and showboating. You had to suppress laughter several times, already used to and delighted by his antics after your short time together.

His chambers were larger than the top floor of your home. Nearly every surface and object that could be gilded was gilded, and a fire already roared in the hearth, waiting for him to retire for the evening. The enormous bed, made neatly in silk and mahogany, sat against a wall, positioned so that sunlight would stream in from the windows lining the far wall and kiss his face in the morning. Several oil paintings were hung at various points on the wall, firelight flickering and glinting off the dark paint. You tried to pin down some of their subject matters, but before you could, Joshua’s tongue was in your mouth again.

He was tangled up in you, hands grabbing at any part of you he could reach, fingers fiddling madly with the ribbons lacing your dress at the back. You could barely tear yourself away from his lips long enough to groan out, “I want you, so desperately!”

“Mm, but how do you want me, milady?” he asked, voice hoarse in your ear and lust-drenched already. Your heat throbbed between your legs and you wanted一no, needed him to take you anyway he chose to. “Do you want me to lay you softly on the bed?”

As he spoke, he lifted you by your waist and tossed you as though you were made of porcelain onto his plush mattress. You sunk into the silk duvet and almost let out a cat-like mewl of happiness before his lips were on yours again. “Shall I treat you like my princess?” he rasped, trailing his tongue down your neck and stopping around your sensitive spot when you reacted with a louder moan. “Do you want sweetness?” He sucked and pulled the sensitive skin into his teeth, almost definitely leaving a dark purple mark in his wake.

“Or…” Joshua grasped both your legs, struggling to find purchase at first with the slippery material of your gown covering them. He pulled you toward him so your legs wrapped around his waist and you once more felt the incredibly hard bulge in his pants pressing into your core. You threw your head back, certain that this was going to be the thing to send you over the edge already. Then, your prince leaned down to press his lips into your ear again and muttered, “Do you want me fucking you so relentlessly that you’ll be able to think of nothing but me for the rest of your life?”

Your eyes rolled back. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Tell me what you want, my darling, and I’ll give it to you,” he purred, and you pulled away to search his eyes for a moment. The earnestness there told you he meant every word he said, even as his mind grew cloudy with desire as he watched your chest rise and fall as you panted beneath him.

“I just want you,” was all you could breathe out, and he looked like you’d just broken him in two. His fingers absently trailed over the string of pearls, but you were so engrossed in staring into his face, you never noticed him take delicate care in unclasping them and setting them on a mahogany end table near the bed. You only noticed when his mouth returned to your neck and he sucked his own necklace of dark purple spots around your throat. A moan escaped you as you twined your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

In response, Joshua ground his hips into you in a fluid motion, his cock pressing between your legs. His arms were propped on either side of you as he alternated between kissing your face and neck. When he surfaced and looked down at you, your breath hitched. He was far too heavenly; a face that would have been used a hundred years ago to depict the archangels. His full, pink lips smiled so often that you were beginning to think he felt as happy as you did. You took the opportunity of him pausing to run your fingers over his lips, brushing over the mustache as well. “I like this,” you giggled.

He nuzzled against your neck for one more moment before murmuring, “Is that so? Do you like the feeling here?” In demonstration, he trailed his lips around the tops of your breasts quickly, the mustache and small beard scratching the sensitive skin and causing a small gasp of confused pleasure to emerge from you. Then, he asked, low as sin, “Shall we see how it feels against your legs, milady?” Your core throbbed shamelessly as he scooted off of you and went to kneel at the edge of the bed. Rough, weathered fingertips skated featherlight up your exposed legs, pushing your skirts up with them. True to his word, he kissed up the inside of your legs, from ankle to thigh, his fingers keeping an iron grip on the bottom of each calf as he worked with careful precision.

“Oh, do hurry, please, God,” you begged as he teased his way closer to where you needed him more than anything in the world.

“But my darling, we have all night,” Joshua murmured from between your legs. His heavy eyebrows and golden-brown eyes peeked up at you through the mess of curls. Some very vague voice in your head tsk’d in disapproval and reminded you in a pert cluck that you did not have all night to spend at the castle. It was so easily silenced, as it had been the first time, when the prince’s lips touched you.

His tongue slid upwards, dragging you into heaven as your back arched dramatically and you groaned. He rubbed it against your clit and the feeling was so sharply pleasurable that you couldn't help the shriek of “Fuck!” that fought its way out of you.

“Good, princess?” he inquired. The only way you could answer was to grasp at his curls and pull yourself more flush against his face, feeling his prominent nose pushing against you in the most shamefully wonderful way. Joshua took this motion as praise and exhaled a chuckle before licking teasingly around your core. Once it seemed he was satisfied with your huffing, moaning, and pleading, he returned to eating you out voraciously. He sucked your clit in between his lips and a blazing light streaked from your legs to your chest. Your nails were dug so far into his hair you were surprised it was staying attached to his head. His fingers gripped the flesh of your thighs and held you in a death grip as the outright filthy sound of him lapping at your cunt filled the room, mingling with the crackling of the fire.

A dreamy, breathless sigh escaped you as he continued, and floated up, out the window and into the starry night sky. “Joshua, angel,” you moaned in distraction, and you could see the top of his forehead color from between your legs. The pet name clearly had an effect on him.

An effect you greatly enjoyed.

“You’re so wonderful, Your Highness,” you sighed. His fingers tightened around your thighs, causing you to giggle, but he soon pushed the laughter away by rubbing his nose against your clit at just the right angle, and without warning, your back arched off the bed as your body was filled with so much glittering pleasure that you couldn’t stand it any longer. You screamed and called out his name and thrashed beneath his grasp, but he held you down and kept his tongue pressed into you throughout.

When the feeling had finally dissipated from you, you lay against the silk, feeling as though you could sink into it at any moment. Then Joshua was kissing you again, and you realized you never wanted him to stop. His face was damp from your orgasm, which caused you to blush. He broke away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“What are you thinking of?” His voice was barely more than a whisper, and his fingers trailed over the smooth skin of your face. Your brain was clouded in such a fog that all your exhausted brain could offer as a compelling thought was, “S’warm in here.”

Joshua chuckled against your skin and pressed more kisses along it. “Too hot, milady? I suppose I may have worked you into a bit of a frenzy.” He paused and winked at you before getting to his feet and walking away from the bed. Your dress was still pushed up around your hips, and you could hardly move for a few seconds, still basking in the feeling of euphoria your prince had given you. When you finally sat up, dress rustling around you, you turned to see Joshua unlatching a window and pushing it gently open. He stared out into the grounds of the castle for a moment, then turned back to you and held out a hand.

Mere hours ago, that hand had been beckoning you onto the dancefloor. The thought made you want to laugh in delight. You tried to roll gracefully off the bed, but your dress was sticking to your skin uncomfortably. You finally smoothed it back down to its original position with much huffing and puffing. Joshua murmured “Come here, you pretty little thing,” with a soft smile.

It almost worried you how willingly you went to his arms. The two of you perched on the window sill, your back pressed into his chest, and gazed out at the darkened garden. The sound of the fountain was almost imperceptible from this distance. You tilted your head back so it rested between his neck and shoulder, and you could feel his heart beat against your back.

“Do you know why I chose this room for mine once my brothers and I got older?” Joshua asked quietly, breaking the extraordinarily comfortable silence. You craned your neck to look up at him.

“Haven’t the slightest idea.”

You thought that his eyes were reflecting the image of the stars in the sky, or maybe he was simply giddy with affection.

“This is the only bedroom that faces east, over the gardens and towards the village. The sun rises every morning in the east, over the houses and I一” He broke off and cleared his throat awkwardly. You frowned.

“And you what?” you asked. The prince dropped his gaze to your shoulder, suddenly very interested in the detailing of your dress’s neckline. He exhaled a short laugh through his nose and peeked up at you.

“...And I always had a feeling, a very strong feeling, that the sun was shining on someone I was going to fall in love with. It’s ridiculous, I know, but…” Trailing off again, he chewed his lip, unable to meet your eyes.

Words escaped you. Everything escaped you. You turned your body so you were once more sitting between his legs and placed your hands on either side of his face and said, “Joshua, I think I’m falling in love with you already.”

The look of desperation and surprise that lit his face would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been deadly serious about your declaration. “Already?” he croaked, voice scratchy and pitched high. You almost giggled.

“Absolutely.” You kissed him so gently that at first, he didn’t move. He stayed frozen, stock still, and felt you pecking at his lips. Then he let out a stuttering breath (that may have been the ghost of a bemused laugh) and grabbed your face, kissing you back with hunger.

“I think that’s preposterous,” he said between kisses. He seemed unable to go for so long without talking, even if his tongue was sort of occupied in your mouth. “Who ever heard of two people falling in love after one night?”

“I was thinking the same,” you said, and gasped out a startled laugh as his hands flew to the silk ties on your dress and finally undid them. The dress fell from your shoulders and you hurriedly pulled it back up to cover your chest.

“What’s the matter, darling? You’re so entirely perfect,” Joshua groaned, attempting to pull the dress back down. “Are you not ready? Shall I stop? Would you like to go home?”

His barrage of nervous and gentle questions made you really laugh. “No, no, no, Your Highness!” you cried. “I want nothing more than to stay with you, but you’ve just undressed me in front of a window for the entire kingdom to see.” You tweaked his nose playfully. “I think for just now I’d rather you be the only one who sees me this way.”

The prince let out an entirely-too-loud guffaw and said, “You know, you make a compelling point, milady! I think I will keep you just for myself, at least for the moment.”

What felt like mere moments later, he was pulling you back towards the bed and shedding his own clothing in the process. Clothes fell sloppily as you kissed one another with passion, your dress long forgotten by the window and various undergarments strewn about the room. You tugged his white, silk uniform shirt off and very nearly threw it in the fire in your desperation to feel his soft skin.

He fell backwards onto the bed when his legs hit it, pulling you on top of him and running his hands through your hair and over your back as he kissed you. The two of you were now completely bare for one another, and the feeling of him beneath you was indescribable. He was lean, but had muscle enough to keep his chest firm and stomach tight as he clearly fought the urge to buck his hips up into yours to find some relief. You could never have dreamed that you would ever feel the prince’s cock between your legs, let alone so many times in one night.

You were achingly wet for him, already digging your nails into his shoulders even as he continued kissing you. Gone was the dominant, powerful persona that he had brought you into the bedroom with. There was more than lust here, you could feel it.

Just when you thought you might die if he didn’t take care of you, a strained and tense huff escaped him as he frantically whimpered, “Can I please be inside you now?”

A moan the likes of which you were sure had never defiled the walls of the castle before left you and you sunk down onto him, the both of you gasping and moaning and near-sobbing with pleasure. He fucked up into you immediately and you shrieked, putting out a hand on his chest to steady yourself.

“Easy, milord,” you panted under your breath, and Joshua smiled sheepishly.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “Please, keep going when you can.”

Part of you wanted to stop and beg this man to marry you, but the slightly more dignified part of you began riding him in earnest, leaning down for a kiss that Joshua returned with aggression. His hands slid all around your torso, palming your breasts momentarily then coming to rest on your hips and bounce you himself. He felt incredible inside you as he thrust his hips up to meet yours, and you cried out in pleasure before remembering yourself and asking in a haze, “Oh, can they hear us?” You weren’t sure who “they” would be, only half conscious of your volume as you fucked the future king into his own royal bed.

“No, I shouldn’t think so,” grunted Joshua in return. His face was as red as it had ever been, his lips pressed tightly together in an obvious effort to last as long as he could. You leaned down again to trail your tongue lightly along his ear before whispering, “Let go, Your Highness…”

The prince groaned in dismay. “Please, stop…every word out of your mouth is setting me on fire, my darling!” He gripped your hips harder and flipped you over so your head now rested on his pillow, and began slamming into you with such force, it almost hurt.

Almost.

Instead, your pleasure hit a peak incredibly fast and lasted, tugging you through endless clouds of gauzy comfort and bliss. You wanted to cry as you trailed your hand up his chest, absently feeling the thin layer of hair covering it. Joshua’s pace was fast, but he soon began to falter as each thrust pushed you closer and closer and closer to your edge.

You tumbled over it clutching to Joshua and crying out his name as he did the same. The cries mingled together and muffled as he kissed you and you clenched around his cock still inside you. You came together with an exuberant sigh, feeling him fill you up before he took a deep breath and pulled out of you. He rolled over and lay beside you, the two of you panting in harmony and laughing quietly when the orgasm had faded from view.

Joshua rolled over to look at you. “You are more beautiful to me than the sun that rises every morning over your house.” Your skin was already hot and sticking to the duvet, but you couldn’t help feeling bashful still.

“You are a flirt,” you laughed, brushing a sweaty curl off his forehead. “I would have thought that more characteristic of your brothers.”

“Ah, they only know how to say cheap things, empty sentiments that have been used ten times over to impress whatever living, breathing thing is within arm’s length.” He paused and the smirk melted from his lips. “I’ve meant every word I’ve said to you.”

“So have I, milord.” A groan of mock anguish left the prince as he buried his face in your neck and you giggled in delight. “Must I beg you to stop calling me that?! I’m just Joshua, that’s all I want to be.” He placed a hand on the back of your neck and lifted you gently to his lips. “That’s all I want to be for you.”

You thought of the ball that was most likely still going on, floors and floors beneath you. It felt like you’d entered the doors of the palace a lifetime ago. “I should go,” you whispered, although it was the last thing in the world you wanted to do.

“Why?” Joshua asked, his tone matching yours. “Your family will be there in the morning, stay with me. Stay…stay fore一” He cut himself off and tried to recover in an embarrassed rush, “For as long as you’d like.”

“What happens tomorrow, when the sun rises? Am I going to look as beautiful to you? Or are you going to remember that I’m just a low-born girl who has no business even being inside of this palace,” you asked. The words tumbled out of you in fear before you could even stop them, and tears pricked at your eyes. You wiped them with the back of your hand in frustration.

He pondered his words for less than a second. “I imagine…that when it’s tomorrow…I’ll wake you up with a kiss, like this.” Joshua kissed your shoulder, soft and sweet, then smiled. “Then I’ll lift you out of bed and find something to wrap you in一do you like satin? I’ll give you my favorite robe to wear, and we’ll go down to the gardens, and pick some mint leaves to make tea, then we’ll sit and look at the flowers, and you’ll tell me you’re falling in love with me again.”

Your heart hammered, and you were suddenly keenly aware of how naked you were. But everything within you, though nervous, felt right. It felt right to be here with him, and to be doted on and adored by him. You loved him, already.

“And then, of course,” the prince muttered, kissing you one last time before he pulled the coverlet over the two of you and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “I’ll tell you that I love you again.”

The two of you drifted into an even slumber for several minutes before you remembered to get up (“Not quite ready to bear the royal heir?” Joshua joked) but then, you redressed in your slip and climbed into the bed next to him once more.

“I’ve put all your clothes and your pearls over on that chair,” Joshua murmured sleepily, tugging you closer to him as you sighed in contentment. “But, where are the shoes you were wearing, my darling?”

#WOOHOO!!#hope this makes sense it's been written in so many chunks FLKFJDFJ #josh kiszka fic #gvf fic #gvf smut #josh kiszka smut #by liv :)

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greta-van-fics · 2 years

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it’s your party

a/n: and i can cry if i want to...i know i cried several times while writing this :) this fic was a super fun game/writing exercise? between me and my angel chey @jakekiszska; we switched off writing this after every 250 words, no matter where we stopped, and it led to a new fav sam fic for me 👀 bonus points if you can tell who’s writing is who’s bc i sure can’t! enjoy loveys and thank you chey ♥︎ liv

taglist: @alwayzthere @godlygreta @serenitysammy @kk223478 @stardustschords @tellmama-allaboutit @gretavanhoney @weightofdreams-gvf @daisiesyellow @kiszkashorizons @dannythedog @mywaysooon @tripthelight-fanfic @star-boxer @obetrolncocktails @greta-van-yeet @theweightofstardust @the-chaotic-cow @gretavanfleas @dakotadovato

warnings: SMUT! (absolutely no minor interaction!), crying kink (oof), oral sex (fem receiving), unrealistically dom sam, fem reader

“Happy birthday, Mr. Presideeeeent⏤”

“Stop, you know that creeps me out.”

Sam giggled and rubbed your shoulders, moving behind you as you admired the small cake on the table. Six candles blazed brightly in the pink frosting--pink vegan frosting that Sam was so proud of. You took a deep breath, shut your eyes, and wished that his hands would never leave you, then blew on the candles. Sam clapped, the sound echoing around the empty house, and your cheeks flushed.

“One didn’t go out,” you pouted. “Now my wish won’t come true.”

Sam leaned forward and peered at the offending candle. “Oh, no way. Not on my watch.” Then you felt a familiar index finger and thumb lightly tap your lips. “Open up, birthday girl,” he muttered, and you looked back at him to find no trace of goofy smiles or easy giggles. He stared you down until your lips parted, then pushed them into your mouth. After you had obediently wrapped around the digits, he withdrew them and pinched the flame between his pads. A slight sizzle, then a thin plume of smoke rose into the air.

Your heart was beating faster now. It was so rare that Sam ordered you to do anything that it had immediately created a thick blanket of tension, which hung heavily now as you gazed at each other. “Good girl,” he murmured, eyes flicking from your lips, to the swathe of skin showing where your dress dipped low, and back to your eyes.

You eyed him curiously for a moment before standing and retrieving a knife to cut the cake. As you stood you noticed your dress had ridden up your thighs, so you smoothed down the fabric before walking over to grab the knife and cake server. You could feel Sam’s eyes burning holes into your back the entire time.

You reseated yourself and nervously took the knife to the cake, cutting it into eight equal slices. You served Sam a slice first and then a piece for yourself. You worried when you saw a mischievous glint flash across his eyes.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, “I forgot to grab us forks!”

As you stood once again to retrieve them, Sam caught your wrist, spinning you around so your back was pressed flush to the front of his body. “We don’t need forks…” he whispered, his voice sounding even deeper in his hushed tone. He reached down to his slice and dipped his middle and pointer finger into the frosting before swiping the sticky substance across your cheek.

You squealed and jumped away from him, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him take your face between his large hands and swipe his tongue right across your cheek, licking off all the frosting. You decided you needed payback.

You dipped your fingers into the frosting next, trailing them down Sam’s Adam’s apple. You leaned forward and captured it with your tongue before sucking a hickey right into the supple flesh of his neck.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, and you knew you’d won. His hands were already playing with the back of your dress, trying to find the strings to untie as his head remained thrown backwards. He abandoned his efforts and opted to lift you onto the table instead, pushing the cake aside. You giggled as he threw you back onto it, then pulled him in to stand between your legs and kiss him deeper.

When you bit his bottom lip, Sam growled and gripped your hips harshly, turning the kiss darker and hungrier. You jumped at the sudden sensation of his slightly cold hands running up your thighs and slipping under your dress.

“Happy Birthday to me,” you hummed happily, and smiled into his mouth. Sam laughed for just a moment then turned his attention to your core, pressing his slender fingers over your panties and drawing a blissed moan from you. It was impossible for him not to notice how embarrassingly wet you were already. Your face colored. “Sammy, keep going, please.”

“Only ‘cause it’s your day,” he rasped in your ear, his voice clearly straining to stay even. “Tonight, I’ll let you tell me what to do.” Your heart was pounding, and you were sure he could feel it, pulled flush to his chest as you were. A tiny amount of frosting lingered on his throat, and you licked and sucked it clean until Sam’s hands were shaking. He never liked giving up control, even one special day a year.

“Take me to the bedroom,” you command, and you can see the regret flash across his face. Nevertheless, he obliges, hoisting you up by your thighs and carrying you to your room, your lips meeting in a heated kiss once again.

He drops you unceremoniously to the bed before climbing over you, pushing your dress up to your navel and pressing his knee between your legs, grinding it over your clit through your clothes.

“Sammy, I want your mouth.” you tell him, tangling your fingers through his hair and pushing his head down closer to your core. He laughs at you, and the sound is dark and gravelly. “Anything for you, princess.” he bites, but he also flashes you a wink.

He dips his slender fingers into the waistband of your panties before pulling them quickly down your legs, and he shoves them into his back pocket with a giggle. He leans down between your legs finally, holding them apart with his strong hands, and blows a cool gust of air right over your dripping core before flicking his tongue against your clit.

You realize then that he’s made you a deal that he’ll do whatever you want, but he’s going to be a teasing bastard about it for as long as he can. “Sammy… please,” you whine, putting on the most sultry voice you can muster in a better attempt to get your way.

He presses his tongue flat to your sensitive nub one more time before removing it and making you grasp wildly at his hair. “Don’t fucking tease me on my birthday,” you pant, and Sam rolls his eyes in irritation.

“How about you don’t get used to telling me what to do, baby?” he spat back, but he dove back down between your legs nonetheless. The first thing you felt was his scruff, grown out per your personal request, scratching up the inside of your sensitive thighs. It tickled, but before anything resembling a laugh could escape you, Sam’s tongue had slipped inside you. You threw your head back and missed his eyes, lids hanging low, looking hungry and dark. He licked and sucked with his full lips, and you were sure you could feel his mustache occasionally brush your skin. Fuck, he looked sexy with that mustache.

Your fingers were still hanging onto his hair for dear life. The silky strands slid through your fingers every time you adjusted your grip, and you moaned in frustration when you couldn’t pull him as close to you as you wanted. His tongue went flat against your clit and you screamed. You could feel the smug bastard smile at your outburst and redouble his efforts. In less time than you thought possible, you were coming undone on his face as he kept working your core until you were a panting, moaning mess.

Sam surfaced and grinned at you, his lips covered in the evidence of your orgasm. He moved up your body to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close.

“Well, birthday girl,” he posed snarkily, “was that satisfactory enough for you?”

You said nothing to him, but instead arched forward so that his still clothed erection would brush over your sensitivity, eliciting a low whine from somewhere inside your chest. “Sammy… I want you to fuck me now, please.”

He chuckles at the innocent voice you’re trying to adopt for him before he stands and rids himself of all of his clothes within a matter of seconds. Before you know it he’s hovering over you again, but this time he’s pulling at the straps of your dress so he can peel it off your body. You sit up and reach around your back to pull at the zipper before taking your dress completely off.

He stares down at you like it’s the first time, but it definitely isn’t. “God, you’re so perfect.” he moans, and for a second you can see the dominant persona flicker. He quickly takes it back up though, pushing you back so you’re flat against the pillows and slotting his body between your legs.

He takes his cock in his hand and teasingly runs it along your slit before asking you, “Is this what you want?”

You’ve had enough nonsense, you think. You reach up and grab his hair again, pulling his face close to yours. “Listen, you teasing bastard. It’s my birthday, and it’s what I want. Now you better fuck me til I cry.”

You thought you could just make out Sam release a stuttering breath but he pushed inside you before you could dwell on it too much. The stretch of him was such a wonderful pain you almost began the crying prematurely. Sam grunted, “Ugh, God, you like that? Feel good, princess?”

Something approximating approval choked its way out of your throat. Sam grinned. Everything about him was darker when he was like this: his body above yours, short pieces of hair falling untucked from behind his ears as he moved, eyes staring into yours, hands pressed into the bed on either side of you, trapping you in the best prison you could imagine.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, and you followed suit. Sam picked up his pace and began fucking into you harder and faster, causing you to claw at his back with desperation. He felt so amazing with his hips slamming into yours, muttering filth under his breath. “So pretty, God, such a good girl.”

As quickly as he had begun fucking you, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. You shouted at the loss of contact. “Hey, what the fuck?” Sam had pulled back from you to sit on his heels, panting.

“You’re not crying yet.”

You flushed. “That’s a figure of speech, Sammy, I don’t actually have to一”

He held both your ankles in one hand and pulled you unceremoniously toward the end of the bed. He then took your spot, flopping down on the pillow and lacing his fingers through his own hair behind his head. “Oh,” you mock, “You’re gonna make me work for it?”

A smirk teased at his lips and he batted his eyelashes at you. You crawled over him and grabbed the base of his cock, holding it tight as you sank down onto it. A grunt escaped his lips as you worked yourself up and down, leaning forward to press your chests flush together. You began kissing and nipping at his neck and earlobes and you licked a thin stripe from his clavicle to the beginning of the patchy hair growing on his chin. “Sammmmyyyyy…” you whined, picking yourself up and placing your palms flat on his chest.

Somewhere during your teasing he’d began bucking up into you, and you could tell he would soon be close to his peak… maybe. He suddenly pulled out of you again, lurching your body onto all fours. He pressed your face into the mattress with his right hand as his left slowly slid his cock back into you. “You still wanna cry for me, princess?” he jested, but the tone was darker than it had ever been.

You pushed back onto him as far as you could go and he chuckled before placing a sharp smack right on your outer thigh. He pulled out and then slammed back in, bringing both hands back to your hips. His grip on you was so tight that it felt like he could tear holes into your skin. You liked the bites of pain he always graced you with.

Three different positions and Sam’s relentless pounding in each had brought you close to your second peak in no time. You were turning into a whining, breathless, sweaty mess underneath him, and judging by the broken cries and half-moans you heard above you, he was, too. You could feel tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes as you dug your nails into the sheets.

You wondered if Sam would notice the tears with the side of your face pressed into the pillow as it was.

He did.

“Oh, there she is,” Sam huffed, still keeping an iron grip on your hips and bringing them back to meet his. “Is my princess getting a little choked up?” You could practically hear the shit-eating grin he was wearing. He leaned forward until his chest was flush with your back and sang in your ear, with a low yet delighted voice, “It’s your party, you can cry if you want to...”

He let out satisfied laugh at the sob that escaped you, his fucking building the sweetest pleasure you’d ever experienced to a crest. “God, Sam,” you whimpered. “I’mgonnacum.” The slew of words was the best you could produce under the circumstances.

“Is it fucking good? Am I fucking you good?” he panted. His fingers pressed into your hips and you let out a pathetic whine of approval. The second Sam reached around to rub at your clit, you came undone, waves of pleasure washing over your body like the angry ocean tide beating against the shore. You felt it radiate from the top of your head to your toes as tears streamed down your cheeks. Sam followed suit and came seconds later with a grunt.

You buried your face into the pillows as your body went limp, Sam pulling out and lying down next to you. He rubbed comforting circles into the small of your back with the calloused pads of his fingers. You didn’t know if you could find the words to communicate to him that he’d just given you the best orgasm you’d ever had, so instead you used all the strength you had in your body, which now felt like jello, to pull yourself on top of his chest and bury your face into his neck.

“Sammy… that was…” you start, the fog in your brain preventing you from continuing. “I know, baby.” he says, his teasing tone replaced with a more gentle one. He stroked your hair lovingly as you placed a kiss to his cheek.

“Holy shit, babe!” he exclaimed, leaping from his place on the bed and running toward the bedroom door. You panicked for a second before asking what was wrong. “Nothing! Stay there!” he shouted, running out of the room.

When he returned he carried your plates and forks in his hands. Your favorite goofy grin spread across his face as he handed it to you.

“We forgot to eat our cake.”

#after watching ohio eat dirt in the super bowl i needed this #TY CHEY THIS WAS SO FUNNN #sam kiszka fic #gvf fic #sam kiszka x reader #gvf smut

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