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Mornings Like These | Jake Kiszka x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff || Words: 716

You and jake share a quiet morning together.

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You blinked the sleep from your eyes, rolling over to see Jake still bundled up in the covers, his long dark hair askew. You sighed, letting a gentle smile spread across your face. You sat up, peering towards the large window adjacent to your shared bed, the sun streaming in, casting a soft glow against the features of the room.

These were your favorite kinds of mornings, when you wake up before Jake and can watch the way the stress fades from his face as he sleeps. He was always so stressed about the tour, wanting it to be perfect, and you appreciated the moments where he could be calm, quiet, and let the lines relax from his face.

Moments pass, and you relish in the peace of the morning, while Jake starts to shift. Turning over, he gives you a lazy smile, eyes half lidded, feature soft. “G’morning beautiful.” He mumbles before lifting up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You rest your palm against his cheek, “Morning baby, what do you want to do today?” you ask, keeping your voice soft to break the quiet ambience of the morning. He flops back onto his pillows, letting out a hum, “How about… We stay in bed, and you let me hold you.” He says, before moving to bury his face in your neck, you let out a surprised laugh at the soft kisses he leaves there, loving the way his arms feel around your waist.

"Well, if that’s what you really want,” You giggle out, wrapping your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You lay there, holding each other for who knows how long, savoring the feeling of being in each other's arms.

The quiet morning is ruined by a loud grumble from Jake’s stomach, forcing laughter from the both of you. You sit up, pushing your hair into somewhat of a cohesive style, before stretching until you get a satisfying pop from your back. You sigh, casting a glance at Jake, who's buried himself under the covers again. You pat the man-shaped lump in the bed as you stand, “C’mon babe, I’ll make you breakfast,” You say, leaving the room and walking towards the kitchen. Jake followed close behind, not bothering to fix his behead.

He flops down onto a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You rummage around the kitchen, grabbing two bowls from the cabinet, pouring the cereal and filling the bowl with milk. You cross, placing Jake’s bowl in front of him, “Your favorite, my specialty, Cinnamon toast crunch,” you laugh, sitting down in your own chair across from him. You watch as he loads an obscene amount of cereal onto his spoon, shoveling it into his mouth all at once. “This is great babe,” He says, words garbled from the food, milk dripping down his chin. You scoff at him, wrinkling your nose at his habits, “Ew, Jake.” You laugh, before taking your own bite, he pulls a face at you, making you snort, effectively shooting cereal milk out of your nose.

You laugh, coughing and sputtering on the meal, trying to catch your breath as Jake cackles at you. “You should’ve seen your face!” He squeals between laughs, he slams his hand down on the table as he calms down. “Sorry, that was great, y/n, truly.” He cries, wiping fake tears from his eyes. You shake your head at him, wiping the stray milk from your face.

You grimace, “Cinnamon toast crunch doesn’t taste as good when it’s coming out your nose,” this causes Jake to start laughing all over again, you ignore him and finish your cereal before it kills you.

As Jake eats, you reach your hand across the table, feeling his hand slide into yours. “I love mornings like these,” you say, looking at him with all the adoration you can muster, hoping your expression get across your true feelings. “I love them, almost as much as I love you,” He says, smile cheesy and full of joy. You purse your lips at him, “you’re such a sap,”

“I guess that's why you stick around, huh?”

You roll your eyes at his dad joke, you’ll never get tired of mornings like these

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

Choker

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual contact, language, dom/sub, collaring, exhibitionism (if you squint), dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex, references to Almost Famous (go watch that masterpiece), probably some other things I forgot.

Special thanks to @jake-kiszkas-smirk for supplying me with this delicious pic of our lord and savior

A tiny Grecian God, that’s how you might describe him were you asked to right now.

“Tiny” might ruffle another’s feathers; might make him feel less than, and emasculated…but Josh? That beautiful man is a horse of a different color.

He embraces who he is without thought. It has never occurred to him that his stature might have any bearing on who he is, or how he’s perceived…and he’s absolutely right. It doesn’t.

Except, that’s a bit of a white lie, isn’t it? Something about that miniature frame of his, still backed by such solidity and confidence…

It really does it for you.

The man is a powerhouse. A fiery stick of dynamite - small and unassuming…yet, packing a wild, lasting punch.

At this moment, he is glittering in gold, messily fixing himself a cocktail, rhinestones only half-complete across his flawless face.

He looks wild, curls twisting this way and that insanely atop his perfect head. Eyes shining and flashing with nerves and anticipation. Soft cock displayed like rock and roll art beneath his second skin of a jumpsuit.

“Hello, Penny.” He teases when he catches sight of you in the mirror, staring at his reflection.

It’s an inside joke that you can’t remember the start of any longer, it’s been so long running. In moments backstage like this, you’re his Penny Lane. A nod to an iconic, fictional, groupie in a movie too mainstream for him to readily admit to loving.

“Hello, tiny dancer.” You smile at him through the mirror and move forward as he turns to properly greet you. “Your face is lopsided.”

Your thumb traces over the shimmering studs adorning only one of his cheeks.

“Yeah?” His arms wrap around your waist. “Well, your face is heart-stopping, star fucker.”

A laugh, much too loud for the intimate moment, bubbles out of you as he watches on, loving you just a little more than he did ten seconds ago. Though, he would have thought that impossible.

“Star fucker?”

“That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” He pulls you in, palm firmly splayed across your lower back until your hips are pressed together. “Sneaky girl charmed her way backstage to procure a moment alone with the front man? Wanna run home and tell all your friends about Josh Kiszka’s big dick?”

“Are you drunk already?” You giggle, rolling your eyes at his nonsense.

“Maybe so, Penny…” he grins, grinding a little harder against you. “Maybe so. A dash of inebriation makes for a hell of a show. And here I stand, the world but a stage.”

There’s that hint of his transatlantic accent that holds such a dear place in your heart. On occasion, he sounds born of Hollywood’s golden era. As if he might suddenly grab his fedora and leave you in a cloud of Lucky Strike smoke as you weep prettily in a gauzy dressing gown.

Or perhaps, it’s the other way around, and it’s he that is the gentle damsel in love, leaning back seductively in your embrace. His parted lips and throat exposed, waiting for your kiss in a black and white room flickering across the silver screen.

Katharine Hepburn with a tambourine.

“Well, you just remember who you belong to when you’re out there counting the stars in their eyes.” you push him away fondly and grab territorially at his chest. “Your tits look phenomenal in this suit, by the way.”

His eyelashes bat so subtly you doubt he’s even aware of the butterflies he’s stirred to life in your stomach. “I love it when you objectify me.”

Slipping your hand beneath the silken fabric, you tease over his nipples, two light pinches curling into the tiny pebbles of flesh. “Your throat, too.” a warm kiss lingers, in order to bask in the gentle thump of his pulse for a moment. “If I had a cock, all pretty and hard, you know what I’d do with it?”

A huffing breath rolls out of him, famished and needful, already.

He is weak for these rare occasions with you. These moments when you fall into the waters of your constant, unbridled desire and sink fully to the filthy depths. “Tell me.”

“I’d slide it right here.” You graze your hand up between his perfectly defined pectoral muscles. “I’d make you press them together for me. I’d fuck them…and then I’d cum right here. “ You tap at his throat and a soft, hollow sound emanates from his Adam’s apple. “I’d paint your blushing skin just like you do mine.”

“Fuck…” the whimper that tumbles out of him is deliciously, sinfully, hauntingly, submissive. “C’mon, pen…” he’s trying to twist you around now, longing to bend you over the table. “We don’t have long.”

“Did you even notice it?” You question, lending a coy and mysterious tone to your pondering.

“Notice what, love?” He hums, charting maps with his lips and tongue wherever his mouth happens to land. Pulling at your cut up Greta shirt until it’s bunched up carelessly, showcasing the rounded tops of your breasts, and the simple black satin that cradles them.

“That.” Your explanation is colored with nonchalance as you point over his shoulder.

He turns, takes note of the discrete package, and then reaches out for it with one hand still firmly wrapped around the small of your waist.

“Penny lane came bearing gifts?” He teases with a wink. “Trying to buy your way into a comfy seat on my cock, are we?”

“Don’t be stupid,” you smirk, playing up the smug flare that is coursing through you, head to toe. “That seat already has my name written all over it. Now, open your gift.”

At last, he releases you in order to play into your little power trip. “What could it be?” He’s taking his time, carefully easing open the flimsy, plastic tablecloth from catering that serves as wrapping paper. You, having made do in a pinch.

Refusing to entertain his questioning, you simply lean back and quietly soak in his movements, impatient for the confusion you'll surely find when he sees the gift for what it is.

True to fantasy, his eyes light up like someone has screwed bulbs into his temples, gears turning as he attempts to work it out in his head. Fingers traveling reverently over the dainty, golden chain and the tiny key that dangles delicately from it.

It is undeniably lovely. Elegant. Unique. Timeless. And he is all of these things - still, this particular piece is decidedly not Josh. Though, he is far too kind to let on.

“It’s beautiful.” He smiles, shaking off the fact that it seems an odd present. You’ve never given him jewelry before, he thinks, but he’ll treasure it all the same. “Why do I get the feeling you’ll steal this and wear it more often than I do?”

You nod, rolling the secret around on your tongue like a lemon drop.

Slipping your index finger through the chain, you lift it out of the box. He watches it wink and catch the light..oblivious that there are more surprises to be had.

“You’re right. I will wear it more.” You agree. “Because it’s mine.”

His shoulders slump almost imperceptibly. He’s such a sucker for a little gift; almost childlike with his affinity for anything wrapped up pretty and presented with a bit of pomp and circumstance.

“Oh, don’t look so somber, tiny dancer.” You smile gently, Running the tip of your finger down the perfect slope of his nose. “I’d never leave you out. Go have a little look in my bag.”

He follows your line of sight, anticipation alive in his eyes once again - then sidles over to the couch, excitement evident in his bare-footed step.

Practically sizzling with suspense, you’re laser-focused on his reaction as he pulls your bag open and stares down into the abyss that is your catch all.

A breath hitches in his throat deliciously when the cards fan into place.

“Is this a collar?” He asks quietly, the rumble of his lowest register causing a chill, like icy fingers, at the nape of your neck.

A slow, sly grin graces your lips and serves as his answer.

He displays it, as if you’ve never seen it before, as if you weren’t the one to carefully select it. It isn’t blatant. In fact, it could pass for an intricate necklace…a choker. Which is exactly why you were drawn to it.

“Yeah?” His eyes, heavy and swimming with palpable want, rise to meet your gaze. “You want to be all mine, pen? You want me to slip this around your neck and make you my pretty little pet?”

“No, no…” you pluck the collar out of his grasp and sweep your touch over the cool, shining gold. It exactly matches the gold that will shimmer flamboyantly against his jumpsuit and dazzle the crowd tonight as he works the stage, and their hearts. “This is for you, sweetheart. You’re going to be my pet tonight.”

“And if I say no?” He counters, just to stir the pot a smidge. He can’t help himself.

“Well,” you offer a tiny shrug. “If you really don’t want to, you can always use your safe word and this goes no further. However, if you want to say no just to earn a reaction, I’ll save you the trouble…”

You wait a beat, and he nods, biting the inside of his lip in an attempt to mask his enthusiasm.

Your thumb dips into the warm, wet heaven of his mouth. “If you say no just to misbehave, I’ll have no misgivings about putting you over my knee.”

He sucks, tongue swirling over the ridges of your fingerprint as the smallest whimper makes itself known in the back of his throat.

“Oh, did you like that?” You tease with a questioning tilt of your head. “You want mama to make it hurt a little until you’re my very good boy again?”

He pulls back with a muted pop, reaching to pull you into his arms. “Fuck, baby…c’mon, just a quick one before the show. I’m so fucking hard.”

You snap your fingers, a swift crack of a pop in his face to catch his attention and remind him of who is in the driver’s seat. “Settle down.” You soothe, while hanging on to an edge in your tone. “I think you need to find your center and take a deep breath.”

His fingers wander up your thigh with a suggestive tilt of his head, “I think I need to find your center and…”

You push him away with unwavering, yet loving force. “I said settle down…and you need to do something about this,” your fingers tap a light rhythm over his achingly hard cock through his jumpsuit and a soft, breathless moan calls back to you, relishing the attention of your touch where he wants it most.

“You do something about that, Penny.” He’s being a world class brat, but carrying out his insubordination via a delectably gravely tone, so you decide to allow it. “C’mon, you know just what I need, baby…just how I like it. Make me feel good. Don’t make me go out there hard and hurting.”

“You know,” you sigh, shaking your head in mild annoyance. “You’re being very bossy, but sort of whiny at the same time. I’m not sure what to do with you.”

He pulls you close, clinging to you with warm, electric, lust “You know exactly what to do with me.”

“You’re right.” You nod, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. Releasing him, you aim a finger at the vanity chair. “You just be a good boy and sit. I’ll finish your face before we put it on.”

He slinks down into the seat begrudgingly, casting a rueful stare up at you. “Don’t leave me like this.”

You grab the tiny cup of rhinestones, “Hush.”

“Wait,” it’s as though it has suddenly dawned on him. “Before we put what on?”

“Your collar.” You offer offhandedly, inspecting the placement of his glittering jewels in order to line them up correctly.

“On stage?” He pulls back, tugging his chin out of your tender grasp. “You can’t be serious.”

Your touch goes right back to holding him in place, tilting him upward until you can stare down into his chocolate eyes. “I’m very serious. I won’t attach the lead. And you know your safe word, so I suspect this little song and dance is just that - a song and dance. You want this just as much as I do. Likely more. You’re fighting me just to fight me. Stop.”

A slow nod and lazy lull of his eyelids only stand to confirm what you already knew. “There’s mama’s angel. Now you just breathe and be still, the quiet before the storm is good for you.”

“Are you referring to the show or yourself?” He smiles softly, easing back into the chair to allow your work.

“Me, tiny dancer.” You whisper, face close enough to nudge the tip of his nose with your own. “I am always the storm.”

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For the first half of the show, you watch from the wings. Positively intoxicated by him, as always.

He becomes someone else entirely when he marches his way out into the lights. Feeds off the adrenaline powering through his veins like the sweetest drug. Steals the energy the fans readily give, and uses it to further sink his teeth into their hearts. He takes a little piece of them and leaves them with a chip of himself in return. They, forever his…and he, forever theirs.

Tonight, you’re there, too. Claiming him with that beautiful bit of gold latched and locked around his throat. Removable only by a turn of the key that rests against your breastbone.

Mine! You long to taunt out into the crowd like a bratty little girl gifted with a coveted doll.

Reluctantly, you leave him to it, with his three brothers to back him, while you ready for his return backstage. If only they would scrap the encore. You should feel guilty wishing to rob the fans of but a few more stolen moments. And usually, you would. Normally, such a thought would never even cross your mind to begin with, but tonight….

You hear Danny and Sam first, loping down the hall outside the dressing room door, loudly joking and laughing, stroking one another’s egos over a job well done.

Jake, quiet and reflective after a show, has probably already padded by unnoticed, likely berating himself silently over a mistake or two no one else even came close to noticing. He is hard on himself to a punishing degree, and it breaks your heart, but you’ll worry about platonically tending to his wounds later.

You watch the handle turn from your regal perch on the couch. Straight-backed, yet casual and self assured, you remind him of royalty…but it’s good that you aren’t privy to that fact yet, lest your head swell any further.

He has hardly had a chance to close the door when you order him to his knees.

He looks sinful. Flushed with color, eyes flashing, chest still heaving with exertion, curls askew and chaotic. He resembles a madman, and if you had a straight jacket at the ready, you’d wrangle him into it and fuck him like an insatiable nurse in an asylum.

You curl a finger at him, beckoning him closer “Come here.”

“Let me grab a towel first, pen.” He implores with no real conviction. “My face is all sweaty.”

“My thighs will work just fine, rockstar.” You click a heel harshly on the floor, summoning him. The spike of your pump drives a tiny wedge in the hardwood. You might feel badly for the damage if you could think about anything other than him, on his knees like a fallen god.

“Yeah?” He throws you a flirty smirk. “You want my mouth? You want me to baby that little wet cunt until you cum real sweet all over my tongue?”

“Save it.” You sigh, “I’m the front man now. So you just do as you’re told and look pretty. Then we’ll see if you’ve earned a rose.”

Pulling open the thin, waffle weave robe that should have been reserved for his after performance shower, you let him in on the secret: your heels are the only thing adorning your body, aside from that golden key reflecting the light with a wink…and you’ve been stretched out on the couch facing a very unlocked door with but a lightweight robe to guard your nonexistent innocence.

He turns to lock the door, but you stop him with a mere shake of your head. “You’ve just worn a collar in front of thousands and now you’ve found your modesty? No. If someone wants to come in and watch what a good boy you’re about to be for mama, let them.”

“Baby…”

“I said, let them.” You snap breathily, with another crack of your heel.

He winces at the noise, but it’s a lovely little moan of a sound that causes a tiny smile to tug at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah, c’mere, sweet boy…” you coax. “You want to so badly. I can feel it, how much you need me. I’m right here, baby.”

He starts to make his way closer, shuffling on his knees awkwardly, but then wisely thinks better of it and falls forward onto his palms, crawling on all fours. Wardrobe will have a field day with the white velvet knees of his jumpsuit.

“There’s mama’s good boy.” You praise softly, like a lullaby. “What would they all say if they could see you crawling for me? Those powerful hands that held their hearts just moments ago, on the dirty floor just to get a taste.”

“They don’t really want me that way.” He’s fishing for compliments as he bridges the gap between you slowly, but you know it stems from a well hidden, but very real nonetheless, sapling of self doubt that unfortunately flourishes inside his head. He didn’t seek this life out, and he still feels out of place in it now and then.

You arch a brow and roll your ankle, seductively bringing attention to the black leather you’ll have pressed into his back soon enough, with his angelic face between your legs. “Oh, no? Is that why you parade yourself around for them the way you do? The way you tease them with that pretty, soft cock that isn’t always quite so soft? The way you move like you’re fucking? Because they don’t want you that way?”

“Say more things like that.” He sighs, now close enough to rest his forehead against your silken shin.

“You’re a whore for praise,” you run your fingers through his dampened curls, raking your nails against his scalp. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No.” He lies boldly.

You know he wants to hear you say it again. He is surrounded with constant accolades from nearly every angle. The wunderkind in a genre dominated by seasoned, legendary heroes. He likes a bit of degradation now and then, as well. ‘Knock me down a peg or two’ his eyes whisper.

But, again, you’re steering this ship tonight.

“Well then, I wouldn’t want to spoil the record.” You pull him in close by the hair, and then closer still with your fingers tucked into his collar “My cunt is wet and lonely, tiny dancer. Why don’t you make me feel a little better?”

“Fuck…” the obscenity groans out of him low and long, and you throb at the sound of it. Nearly a growl. Animalistic and needful. Hungry. Primal.

You effectively shut him up with another harsh pull on his collar, burying his face between your legs. He shakes his head back and forth greedily - you are the elusive mirage he has been hunting down in the desert, and now you are his at last…quenching an ancient thirst.

“That’s it…” you breathe, rocking your hips up into his kiss. “Doing such a good job already. Were you thinking about this the whole time on stage? Famished for my cunt in that gorgeous mouth of yours?”

He nods eagerly, but refuses to stop long enough to answer you properly, which just so happens to be exactly the way you want it.

“Take it out.” You command softy, sucking in a hiss when the tip of his tongue laps over your swollen clit just right.

He’s fighting his way out of the confines of his suit instantly. Tugging his arms free of the sleeves and shoving it down his hips, mouth indulging you all the while.

You can’t get an unobstructed look, but a guttural moan vibrates into your pussy as it drips over his tongue, proving he has wrapped his fist around his neglected cock.

“Does that feel good, rockstar?” You tease, grip latched onto the collar unforgivingly. “Stroking your cock with a mouthful of pussy? Are you my sweet boy, doing so good for me?”

“I am…” he murmurs, muffled, yet eager, against your soaked folds. “Wanna make you cum.”

“Don’t worry about me.” You snatch at the golden choker, tugging him around between your legs. “You just take care of that pretty cock of yours. Fuck your fist like it’s my cunt sucking you in. Or my mouth. Or my ass.”

A long, loud, groan that borders on sounding painful, escapes him as he tugs your clit into his warm, wet mouth.

“Someone liked that.” You’re taunting him, hiding how close he has you already behind your mockery. “Wouldn’t that be lovely for your sweet cock right now? To be buried in that tight little forbidden spot? All warm, and snug, and wrong…”

“Fuck, baby…” he moans, releasing you from his kiss for but a moment. “Gonna cum…fuck, fuck fuck…”

“Up here,” you bite out harshly, yanking him up by the collar so roughly he chokes out a cough, “Right here, baby. Paint me pretty.”

His eyes lock in on where you’ve patted at your cunt to show him where you want it, and a mere second later, with a whining cry of your name, his release, hot and perfect, spills across you.

You watch with rapt attention, eagerly anticipating what you have up your sleeve next.

He catches his breath slowly, panting with his forehead buried against the softness of your stomach.

“Clean it up.” You order, lovingly petting at his hair.

“Hmm?” He sounds far away and blissfully blurry.

“Your mess.” You reiterate, with a snap of a tug on his curls. “Clean it up.”

You could laugh when he tries to rise to his feet for a towel, but instead, you hold fast to that collar that has rapidly become your very best friend. “With your mouth.”

Ever eager to please and prove his devotion to everything devious, he makes short work of the evidence. Savoring it like a fine wine. “You taste even better when I’m there too.”

You can’t hide the fond smile that plays over your lips. He loves himself almost as much as he loves you, and you like it just fine that way. He should be in love with himself as well…he is perfection, an angel floating along in this realm disguised as one of us.

How you managed to capture his affections you’ll never fully grasp.

Watching him lick the last of his release off the back of his thumb, you shake your admiration off and issue a brand new order.

“Fix your suit while I gather our things.”

“But you haven’t cum yet.” He protests with a petulant pitch in his tone.

You wave him off like it doesn’t matter as you fight to ignore the pounding, throbbing, ache between your legs. “Later.”

When, at last, you’re ready to leave, you slip the golden lead from your bag, swinging it down at your side as you make your way forward.

“Baby, there are still people out there.” He protests, but he can’t hide the intrigue in his complaint. And, as always, he knows his safe word for anything he isn’t truly comfortable with. His silence on that front speaks volumes.

“Hardly.” You click the leash in place at the back of his collar and ease him onto his feet. “Just be glad I’m not making you crawl.”

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Hand kink nation... we have been fed.

Two of my OCs, but they're at a Greta Concert

Can you tell who the Josh fan is and who the Jake fan is?🤭

Andromeda (Andi) has the blue hair and Charlotte (Charlie) is their wife!

I Think I'd Like That

Danny Wagner X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,

(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)

You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.

You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.

"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"

His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.

"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.

"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.

"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,

"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"

That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.

"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.

"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.

You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,

"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.

"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,

"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,

"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.

"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.

They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.

"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.

"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.

You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.

You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.

You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,

"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.

In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,

"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman

"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,

"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,

"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"

As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...

You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.

You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.

You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.

You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,

My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo

You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.

You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.

You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.

A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,

"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"

You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.

"Ok, keep them closed"

"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.

You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.

"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"

"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.

"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"

You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered

"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,

"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,

"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,

"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"

Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"

"What do you want to call me?"

"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"

That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.

"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"

He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"

"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"

"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"

"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"

His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"

"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,

"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.

"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.

"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.

"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.

"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned

"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"

You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.

"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"

You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.

"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,

You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,

"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.

You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.

"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.

"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"

You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.

"Your mouth"

You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"

"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.

He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.

"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"

"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.

You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.

"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"

You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.

"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head

"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"

A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured

"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.

"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.

"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,

Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,

"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"

As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.

Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”

“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,

“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,

A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.

Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,

"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"

You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.

"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,

"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.

You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,

"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,

"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours

"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,

"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,

"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.

"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm

"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"

You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,

"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"

"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you

"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,

"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."

You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.

"Did you-" You started,

That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,

A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.

"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you

"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

The next chapter of Sanguine Osculum should be out soon! I had some life stuff happening but I plan to finish more soon!

Steve and Eddie should fuck nasty style. Absolutely disgusting and criminally. For me. Personally.

Souls on fire.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I really cannot seem to let go of this Jake. He lives rent free in my mind and consumes me every day. But since three is the perfect number, this one is probably the final part of this little series. I really hope you enjoy it.

Part one: Golden Hour.

Part two: Little Devil.

Word count: 7.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (m!&f!receiving), anal play (m!&f!receiving), pegging, dom/sub dynamic, restraints, sub!jake.

Beware, this is absolutely filthy.

Summary: Jake and you linger on some reflections.

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Las Vegas.

You were following the boys there for one of their concerts opening for Metallica, and you weren't used to the city.

The myriad of colorful stroboscopic lights in stark contrast with the pitch-black sky were starting to make you feel dizzy.

To make matters worse, the weather was saturated with unseasonably early heat that was making your head pound.

In the weeks prior to the show, the twins had had a bet going on about which one of them could find the worst looking hotel with the most ridiculous rooms ever in this city.

It was a thing between them, so Sam, Danny and you were absolutely oblivious of the location and of which one of the twins had won the bet.

The only rule you had set was that, whatever hotel they picked, it had to be absolutely the cleanest. You didn't want to share your bed with horrible bed bugs.

The taxi stopped outside a big white building that looked brand new, but, if you focused a bit better, you could see that the paint was stained and chipping and the shutters were slightly rusty.

"If this is the exterior, I dread the inside" you whispered, making Danny snort out a laugh.

You knew that you would never let them pick hotels again.

The twins led the way inside and you followed, noticing details that were proving your point and praying that the place would be clean, at least.

~

You followed the guys up to the 10th floor and everybody made their way into their respective rooms.

As you and Jake entered the one that was assigned to you, you both laughed at the choice of furniture and design.

The room was big and dark.

There was an enormous bed on the right and, in front of it, there was an inground jacuzzi with bubbling water and color-changing lights inside.

There was also a big painting on the entrance wall, just above the door, that was absolutely pornographic.

The walls and ceiling were covered in scrappy antique pink satin that looked dusty and dull.

The cherry on top was the enormous blinding-white neon sign that was hanging above the headboard of the bed. It wasn't on the wall but was dangling a few centimeters from it, making you wonder why.

It read "Kitten got wet" and it made you blush.

It was obvious it was Josh who had picked this one.

Jake approached you from behind as you were eyeing the sign and placed his hands on your hips, nudging you lightly with his, with a light chuckle.

"Is this room of your liking, Sir?" He whispered and you bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of having struck a nerve.

Again.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

Since that night when you had forced him to call you that under those circumstances, he kept teasing you with it every chance he got.

And you were starting to be fed up with it.

He had called you that at the supermarket, at home with his brothers and parents within earshot and even when you had met some of your coworkers out at a pub. He didn't seem to care if someone overheard him.

He loved seeing you getting all flustered because of the memories that simple word elicited in your brain.

Many times you had to restrain yourself from pinning him against the nearest wall and slap his pretty face.

But, of course, two could play a game, and you always got your revenge.

As easily as he used that simple word against you every chance he got, you found something that got him equally hot and bothered.

Whenever you could, you touched, grasped, pinched and even swatted his perfect ass, making him get all flustered and needy.

Every time he mocked you calling you Sir, you would sneak a little touch on his ass, making your hands linger just to piss him off further.

You also happened to find the most inappropriate moments to grace that part of his body with a gentle touch.

You did it while he was trying to be professional on a business call with their manager, when he was helping his mum in the kitchen and you knew she wasn't watching, even when he and his brother were bickering like children about a song.

That particular time he had completely lost his train of thoughts as you slowly passed by them and grasped his ass cheek.

You were almost certain that Josh had caught you that time, you saw a little smirk that faded away almost immediately signaling to you that he might have seen.

So, since that night you two teased each other constantly.

Now, you suppressed the little whimper that was trying to escape your lips and detached from him without a word.

He went back to the door to retrieve your suitcases and that's when you swatted his ass. Hard.

You started giggling and let out a screech as he turned around and started chasing you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists almost immediately, his body on top of yours.

"I swear to God, if you do that again, I am not responsible for my actions or of what my brothers are going to hear from this room." He threatened and you giggled again, making him glare at you.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed and leave you like that till after the concert tonight, love" He said in a hot whisper, nudging your cheek with his perfect nose.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he grasped your throat.

He didn't have to say anything else to make you calm down.

You loved teasing him but you adored obeying him, nonetheless.

"Good girl" he said and looked upwards, his brown eyes and tanned skin glowing with the white light provided by that dingy neon.

"I love this sign, do you think it is for sale?" He asked very seriously.

"Oh my God, Jake, don't even think about it" you deadpanned and he laughed, raising his hands.

"Kidding, kidding, I wouldn't want you to punish me for that" he whispered in a sultry tone.

You rolled your eyes at him and he winked.

~

That night after the concert, you found yourself with them in one of the many green rooms of the venue.

Their set had just ended and they were still high on adrenaline.

As they entered the room, Jake was leading the way, all disheveled and sweaty.

What a sight.

As he spotted you, he smirked, walked towards you and pinned you to the wall with his hips, kissing you breathless.

All you could taste was the deliciously salty sweat on his plump lips, his taste completely clouding your senses.

You would have greedily licked every inch of his body right there.

You grasped his hips with your hands and one hid under his jacket to trace the damp skin of his spine.

He hissed at the contact with your cool hands on his flushed skin.

You heard someone clear their throat and the spell broke, leaving you a blushing mess.

You had completely forgotten that Sam, Danny and Josh were there, too.

Jake kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel and a water bottle, drinking half of it in one go. A few droplets escaped the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled past his chin, down his neck and to his chest.

You could have moaned right there.

He met your gaze from across the room with a strange glimmer in his eyes but you didn't see it coming.

"What got you so hot and bothered, Sir?" He said out loud for everyone to hear. Brothers and a few members of the crew included. Everyone's head turned to look at you as you started blushing like a tomato.

You froze.

Your brain switched off.

You couldn't believe he said that.

You refused to.

Sammy, being the little shit he was, was the first one who tried to make fun of you.

"Oh my God, really? I would have never imagined that out of the two you would be the one with a Sir kink" He snickered with a playful look in his eyes that signaled to you he wanted you to reply to his remark so he could deliver the final blow.

You didn't answer him, much to his displeasure.

Your silence served only to spur Josh to try and roast you, for what he had just heard.

"Let her be Sammy boy, wouldn't we want our sweet lady to spank us all, would we now, Sir?" He said towards you, winking, his pink tongue licking his lips in slow motion.

Danny came to your rescue.

Or so you thought.

"Shut up boys, or she has every right to punish you, am I right, Sir?" He said, and everybody's laughter roared up.

That sound was what shook your brain back to life and you faked a laugh with them.

You made eye contact with Jake and a smirk slowly appeared on your lips.

He would regret it, soon.

~

In the van, heading back to the hotel you completely ignored Jake. You sat opposite to him, not by his side like always.

When the van stopped at a red light, you were minding your own business when Sam let out a screech and a maniacal laugh.

He was looking out of the window, pointing to a shop on the other side of the road.

It was a sex shop taking up two stories of a brightly lit building.

In the windows were exposed all kinds of sex toys, in every shape, form and color.

"Look at that thing" Josh shouted.

He was pointing at a woman mannequin clad head to toe in leather, with a strap-on secured on her hips. It was very similar to the one you had hidden in your suitcase, but this one was way bigger, hot pink and had little flashing led lights incorporated inside, that covered the entire length of the silicone.

You heard Jake inhale sharply, but the sound was lost to the others who were making lewd comments on what they were seeing.

You made eye contact with him and you smirked, seeing the absolute panic in his eyes.

You wanted to make him pay for what he had said in the green room. But you would never expose him in such a way.

You only needed him to believe that you would have.

You cleared your throat and disclosed your lips to make him think you wanted to say something. His eyes widened and his breathing picked up slightly.

You smirked at his pleading expression, breaking eye contact and ignoring him for the rest of the ride.

~

As you got back to the room, he was on you the moment the door closed.

And he didn't seem to get enough of you.

He had you there, against that very door, under that enormous pornographic painting.

Then he had you straddling him on the bed, riding his hard cock while he spanked your ass and gripped your hips like your life and his depended on it, until you both came hard, making a mess on the sheets.

To cool down, you both relaxed for a while in the jacuzzi, the bubbles helping to restore your energy. Your muscles were feeling relieved in less than ten minutes there.

You grabbed one of his hands and started massaging it, feeling him relax under your simple touch. You did the same with the other and, once you were finished, he turned you around and had you lean against his chest. You were about to fall asleep in his arms in the warm water when he angled your body towards the tub jet on the plastic seat, making it land right against your center. You tried to avoid it but he was having none of it and was keeping you in place with a firm grip on your hips.

"What got into you tonight?" You whispered and he laughed.

"I don't fucking know, I just know I need you, again" He whispered into your ear.

You moaned his name and freed yourself from his grip. You knew how you wanted him this time.

You crossed the jacuzzi and turned your head to look at him, keeping your back towards him. With your chin on your shoulder you winked at him and he was pressed against your back in less than a second.

You bent forward, your hips propped on the edge of the tub and your elbows on the floor, your back arched and your ass exposed.

You heard him gasp and his hands landed on your butt. You felt his warm breath there before his tongue lapped sinfully between your legs. Then he parted your ass cheeks and licked at your hole, making you moan his name and arch your back even more.

"You look so delectable like this baby. Your body shines in this light. I wish I could take a picture of you like this, bent over and spread open for me with that damn neon sign above you." He whispered on the skin of your back while he rubbed his hard cock between your folds.

"Holy shit" he groaned as he watched himself slowly slide inside of you. The way your lips parted to welcome his length was a sight he could never forget.

You whimpered as he entered to the hilt and a little sob escaped your lips as he pushed further a bit more before setting a sultry rhythm.

"Fuck kitten, you are so wet" he whispered into your ear from behind and you both snickered at his reference to the lewd neon sign. His laughing was interrupted by you clenching around him.

He groaned and sped up his rhythm, shoving your hips harshly against the rim of the tub with every thrust. You knew those marks would sting deliciously in the morning.

You couldn't keep quiet, with every thrust a little whimper left your lips, bringing him close quickly.

"Kitten?" He questioned through clenched teeth.

"Almost there" you exhaled.

His hands left your hips, one thumb started stroking your clit rapidly while the other traced between your ass cheeks and skimmed around your hole, applying a delicious pressure.

"Jake" you whined and, as he bit your shoulder, you came hard around him, bringing him down with you.

His moans turned whiny as he rode out his orgasm and slumped, spent, against your back, still inside of you.

You both were a panting mess.

You noticed then that the floor was absolutely covered in soapy water and you started laughing till you both had tears streaming down your faces.

"I am gonna thank Josh for picking this dingy hotel" Jake said, still laughing.

You kissed him and helped him out of the tub, trying to avoid slipping on the wet floor.

Sleep creeped almost immediately on your spent bodies the moment you curled together under the sheets.

~

You woke up suddenly in the middle of the night covered in sweat. The temperature in the room was scorching hot and his body pressed close against yours was suffocating you.

You were angry, really angry.

You had just had a dream about him revealing your secret kink to the boys and when you woke up you remember it wasn't a dream.

He really did it.

He had exposed you in front of his bandmates and crew, letting them laugh at your expenses.

You were seething with anger now.

You knew he thought you had already forgiven him and forgot it because you had let him fuck you on every surface of the room.

But it was all part of the plan.

You were planning on punishing him because he exposed you in front of his mates, but even more because he had really thought you would do the same to him when the guys started commenting on the items exposed in that sex shop, back in the van.

He really thought, even if just for a fleeting moment, that you would have told his closest friends and family all the little dirty things he liked in bed, betraying his trust like it meant nothing.

You wanted to punish him for thinking that breaking his trust was your way to win an argument the easiest way.

You could have, but you would never do that to him.

Anger was making your blood boil, so you almost didn't hear him shift in his sleep.

He was sleeping on his tummy now, the sheets had slipped from his sweaty body, leaving him completely naked.

His breathing was slow and even, but, after a while, it picked up slightly.

Anger had erased the last bit of sleep you possessed so you started admiring every inch of his body. That was one of your favourite activities to do, especially when he couldn't tease you about it.

A little breathy whimper escaped his plump pouty lips. You thought you had imagined it but, some seconds later, you heard that again.

His hands slowly grasped the sheets near his face and his back muscles rippled under your attentive gaze.

You thought he was having a nightmare but, after some time, you noticed a slight movement of his hips paired with a low groan.

He started to slowly rut his hips on the mattress, his breathing becoming erratic and heavy.

You were watching him closely and wishing you could read his mind to see what the dream was about.

After a while, you saw one of his hands moving downwards, slowly slithering on the satin white sheets.

It stopped on his thigh and then, you had to suppress a moan when it inched upwards and gripped his ass cheek, making the muscle indent between his fingers.

He moaned loudly this time, rutting rhythmically against the bed, and you blushed.

Now you knew exactly what he was dreaming about.

You wanted to wake him up without startling him, but, as you skimmed your hand on his strong sweaty back, he stopped moving and turned around, on his back, but he didn't wake up.

He was hard. It rested proud and strong on his soft tummy, twitching lightly.

You moved closer to him, leaning your head on his hip and admiring him like it was the best view you had ever seen.

And he really was.

You were almost forgetting that you were mad at him.

Almost.

You started kissing and nibbling at his hip bone, slowly inching closer to his erection.

You heard him whine deep in his chest when you graced his already leaking tip with your parted lips, tongue poking out to say hello.

"Please" he mumbled, eyes still closed.

You took him into your mouth slowly and started sucking him delicately, swirling your tongue across his length.

"Fuck" he groaned as you took him deeper into your mouth.

He opened his eyes then, and slowly threaded his fingers into your hair.

"Baby, oh my God, just like this" he moaned, eyes slowly focusing on you between his legs.

You kept your mouth on him until he was a writhing whimpering mess and then, just when he was about to cum, you detached from him.

"What… what the fuck, baby" he whimpered disappointed and you laughed.

"Not so fast, Jakey" you said in a mocking tone making him furrow his brows, confused.

"I have so much more in store for you" you said ignoring completely his throbbing cock.

He was about to grip his length and finish what you had started but you swatted his hand away.

"Don't you dare" you told him in a clipped tone and he had the courage to roll his eyes at you.

You were on him in a second.

You straddled his lap and grasped his wrists with a bit of effort in one of your hand while your other grasped his hair.

"Don't make me repeat myself and stop misbehaving or, I swear to God…" you started saying through clenched teeth but he interrupted you.

"Or what, kitten, what are you going to do? Are you gonna make me call you Sir outside the bedroom, too?" He snickered.

Poor thing.

He didn't know what he was getting himself into.

You noticed again that glimmer in his eyes, the one he wore when he was enjoying pushing your buttons. It was part of the game and you both loved it.

You lowered to whisper in his ear and you felt him shiver when your warm breath grazed his skin.

"I am fucking mad at you for the trick you pulled in that green room. I am going to teach you some manners and I am going to reduce you to a whimpering mess, Jakey. You will love every second of it, I promise" you whispered, licking his lobe.

Your hand slithered under your pillow and you retrieved a little remote control.

When the boys had gone to soundcheck for their performance, you had decided to stay at the hotel to take a nap, in hopes that your headache would pass.

You were sprawled on the bed when you nudged something with your foot that fell on the floor with a low thud.

A second later the antique pink satin fabric of the walls started moving upwards, revealing walls made entirely of mirrors.

You had gasped and retrieved a little remote from the floor.

There were three buttons on it with three words on them.

The first one had the word 'Walls' underneath.

The second was called 'Ceiling'. You pressed it and the fabric on the ceiling started receding, leaving you looking directly up at your own reflection.

The last one had 'Lights' written underneath and with it you understood you could change the colors of the lights in the room.

You didn't know if Jake knew that little secret, but you knew you would use that in your favor.

Now, you pressed the button called 'Ceiling' and he gasped.

"Oh shit, this is crazy" he laughed, looking amazed at the mirrored ceiling slowly revealing itself.

"You are in so much trouble Jakey" you whispered and he met your gaze but didn't say a word.

You retrieved something else from under your pillow and showed it to him.

He whimpered at the sight of the burgundy slip of velvet you had purchased with him in mind.

With the idea of tying his wrist in mind, to be honest.

"Are you ok with this?" You asked him and he nodded, eagerly.

"Use your words, Jakey, or you won't get anything" you warned him.

"Yes, I am ok with this" he said but it wasn't enough.

"Yes, what, baby? Don't forget your manners" you said rutting your hips one single time against his erection, making him hiss.

"Yes, Sir" he said through clenched teeth as you kept your heat planted on his throbbing cock, without moving, dripping slowly around him.

"Scoot closer to the headboard, Jakey" you asked and he obeyed immediately.

You grasped his wrists and tied them together on the headboard so that he was propped halfway across it.

Then you sat back on the bed, with your legs parted on either side of his, exposing your wet dripping core to him.

"Now you are gonna watch me get myself off how many times I like. Then, if you behave yourself, and if I feel like it, I am gonna fuck you" you said in a defiant tone

He moaned at your words.

You lent back on your elbows and started touching yourself, slowly and deliberately, taking your sweet time.

You pushed your head backwards, moaning and making a show of it as you plunged two fingers inside of you.

Then you crawled on top of him and grasped the strap from underneath the pillow.

You dragged it across his lips that parted almost immediately to welcome the plastic. He sucked on it and whined when you dragged it away from him.

You resumed the same position as before and slowly dragged the sleak silicone across your flushed skin.

His eyes widened as you slowly inched the strap close to your entrance and he moaned out a loud curse as you pressed it inside your wet pussy. It went in so easily thanks to your wetness and his saliva, that you gasped at the sudden action.

You watched yourself in the mirrored ceiling as you fucked yourself, then you locked gazes with him through the mirror and you came hard.

He trashed around on the bed slightly at the sight, whines of frustration escaping his lips and hips slightly rutting upwards in search of friction but he didn't say anything to worsen his punishment.

You let yourself calm down from the high and then you pulled the strap out of you, placing it on the bed near you.

"So beautiful" he whispered and you couldn't help but blush.

You straddled his thigh, the hot taut muscle rippled under you.

He moaned at the contact, sounding desperate.

Those sounds spurred you on and you started rutting your hips against his strong muscle, enjoying the sweet friction, despite your overstimulation.

His cock was throbbing now, the tip leaking and swollen. You took pity and slowly lowered yourself to lap at him, gently.

He exhaled then, a relieved sound leaving his heaving chest.

"Thank you, Sir" he whispered and you sped up your movements on his thigh.

He clenched the muscle to help you reach your orgasm and, a few seconds later, you were cumming, again.

As you came down, you traced your hands on his heaving chest, caressing his nipples and making him arch his back.

"You have been so good for me, Jakey. It's time for a reward." You said as you started to secure the strap to your hips.

He moaned at the sight, wrists tugging lightly at the fabric keeping them bound.

You crawled slowly up his body.

The silicone was covered in your wetness and bobbing obscenely up and down, catching the light and his attention.

He licked his lips slowly, keeping eye contact with you.

The muscles of his abdomen contracted deliciously as he propped himself a bit more upwards against the headboard.

Your hips were close to his face now. You had something very specific in mind.

He was thinking the same and started to beg for it, like a good boy.

"Please, fuck my face" he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving, trying to stop himself from cumming untouched.

You traced your hands delicately over his face, pushing damp tendrils of hair away from his flushed skin.

Your thumb skimmed on his plush bottom lip, freeing it from the strong grip of his teeth.

In a swift motion, he captured your thumb between his lips and sucked on it, his eyes boring into yours as he swirled his tongue around it.

"Make a mess of me, make me drool around your cock, Sir, please" he asked and you couldn't deny him anymore.

Your knees rested on either side of his neck and his head was propped up against the headboard.

You nudged his cheek with the wet tip of the strap and he moaned, swiftly opening his mouth to encompass the silicone.

You moaned at the sight of him and he growled at your taste, your juices still covering the strap.

You started moving your hips, so that the silicone would glide between his perfect lips, without choking him.

"Are you ok?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

His burning gaze was full of love, passion and need as he nodded with his mouth full.

He started drooling around the plastic cock, the spit covering his lips was making them catch the white light of the neon sign as it slowly dripped past the corner of his lips and on his chin.

You noticed how the skin of his wrists was reddening and with a swift motion you untied him.

He whimpered low in his chest as the blood started to flow freely in his veins, again.

Suddenly, he grasped your hips, bringing them impossibly closer to his face. He gagged around the strat but his grip didn't allow you to move so you stayed where he was keeping you and you started praising him.

"You are taking it so well, Jakey, you are such a good boy for me" you said, stroking his hollowed cheeks.

One of his hands left your hip and went between your legs. He started stroking your clit rapidly as he kept drooling on the silicone.

Your moans filled the room as you gripped the headboard for leverage. Two of his fingers entered you and curled upwards making you almost slam your head against the wall.

The other hand that he had on your hip set a steady rhythm for your hips so that the strap would glide in and out of his perfect mouth.

You came hard, your juices were dripping slowly down his wrist. That feeling made him groan loud around the strap and you felt hot spurts of his release coating the flushed skin of your back and your hair.

You gasped at the feeling, pushing your hips away from his face to allow him to breathe properly.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, Sir" he started apologizing but you silenced him with a searing kiss, wiping his chin with your fingers.

"It's ok, shh, don't worry, Jakey" you tried to reassure him, his chest heaving.

He cursed loudly, tracing your spine and hair with his fingers and then laughed.

"Oh my God, I've soaked your hair baby" he said with a little blush creeping on his cheeks.

"It's ok, I am not mad at you, not for this, at least" you whispered on his lips, as he grabbed a towel he had discarded on the bedside table to wipe your back and himself.

He started rolling his eyes, but caught himself.

You sat by his side on the bed and you both tried to catch your breath.

After a while, your attention was caught by the little remote control of the room and you pressed the button named 'Walls'.

"You really have to thank your brother for this, Jakey" you told him as the fabric started moving from the walls, revealing more mirrors.

"Holy shit, this is crazy" He gasped and cursed under his breath, as the walls transformed.

You pressed the last button named 'Lights' and the neon sign turned a bright shade of red. Thanks to the many mirrors the red light bounced repeatedly across the room, giving it an almost hellish glow and wrapping your bodies in a fiery blaze.

"Fuck" he whimpered and you smirked.

You knew that he was genuinely loving all this.

You bent down to kiss him.

It started innocent at first but then he grasped your hips and dragged you unceremoniously on top of him, making the strap you still had on, press onto his crotch, making him growl.

He was slowly hardening again as you nudged him with the silicone, making him whine and moan.

"I am still mad at you, my sweet Jakey, so don't let your guard down, pretty boy" you whispered into his ear.

"I am really sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to upset you" he said looking up at you with big doe eyes.

"But you did it, and now you are going to face the consequences" you whispered, sucking a mark on his shoulder.

You detached from him completely.

"Turn around, kitten, on your knees, and face your pretty neon sign" you whispered in a sultry tone, licking at his lobe and swatting his ass as he turned.

He did as he was told and you made eye contact through the mirror. He looked absolutely indecent, with his chest heaving, his cock hard and leaking and his lips swollen and glossy.

"Hands on the pillow, if you move them I am going to stop." You warned him with a kiss on his shoulder.

"Yes, Sir" he replied swiftly.

You pushed his hair away from his back and started planting featherlight kisses down his spine.

"For the record, I am not punishing you because you let your brothers and crew members laugh at me, back in that green room. Well, that's not the main reason. I want to punish you because, in the van, you thought I would let everybody know what you like in the bedroom." You hissed in his ear, biting his lobe and his eyes rolled back.

You wrapped a hand around his throat from behind, feeling him swallow thickly.

"I could have, you know" your nose traced the line of his shoulder.

"I could have told them that you are my little dirty cock-drunk slut in the bedroom sometimes, letting me do unspeakable things to you, pretty boy" your tone lowered to a whisper and made a shiver run down his spine.

"I could have told them that my sweet little good boy likes to have his perfect ass ate and then properly fucked, right, kitten?" You kept talking and he whimpered at the filthy thoughts you were able to conjure in his mind with your words.

You didn't know what was possessing you, you certainly weren't used to talking like that. Usually it was him who did the dirty talking in the bedroom, you were too shy for it. But after seeing his reaction to your filthy words, you wished you had started earlier.

"But, I didn't, because this is our filthy secret and nobody needs to know, except you and me" you kissed his shoulder, suckling the skin lightly.

Then you pressed yourself against his back, rubbing your hard nipples on the flushed skin of his back and dragging the strap between his legs from behind.

He whined but he kept his hands planted on the pillow.

You sat back on the bed removing your body completely from him.

His breathing was already ragged and quick, the look in his eyes desperate.

"I am going to use my fingers now. Are you ok with this?" You asked and he nodded eagerly.

"Yes please, Sir" he said and you smiled to him.

"So polite, Jakey" you cooed and he blushed.

You wrapped your hand briefly around his throbbing cock and stroked him a few times.

He moaned your name, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so" you told him and he nodded.

You traced your hands from his shoulders down to his ass, squeezing the muscles between your fingers. He moaned and rutted his hips forward in search of a bit of relief.

You let go of him and retrieved the lube from under your pillow.

You squeezed a good amount of it on your middle and ring finger and you slowly traced his spine with them, making him hiss at the coolness of them.

As you reached between his legs, you swirled them around his hole and he gasped at the sudden contact, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

You slowly eased a finger inside and he closed his eyes, drawing deep breaths, trying not to cum.

It was your turn to moan as his hot skin slowly encompassed your finger.

You moved it in and out of him and he bit his bottom lip trying not to scream. His muscles clenched around your finger.

You pushed another finger in and, this time, he growled loudly.

"Fuck, please, just like this" he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on you.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers Jakey, but you can't cum just yet, you have to earn it" you whispered against his ear, feeling him tremble.

He lifted his hips slowly and pushed down on your fingers. A deep whine escaped his lips as he repeated the motion again and again, your fingers pressing inside of him to the knuckle.

He let his head hang down but you quickly grasped his hair and tugged his face upwards.

"I want you to watch yourself, baby" you groaned into his ear and he cursed, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips.

His moans were becoming louder and louder, he was slowly unraveling, as he kept his eyes glued to your fingers, pushing in and out of his tight hole.

One of his hands slipped from pillow and you pulled your fingers out of him, suddenly.

"I warned you" you said in a clipped tone and he moaned desperately at the loss.

"Turn around, Jakey, lay on your back for me" you asked. He slowly maneuvered himself into the position you wanted him in and released a shaky breath.

"Still ok with this?" You asked and he gave you a gleaming smile.

"Yes, I can't wait for you to fuck me" he whispered and you whimpered at his words.

You slowly parted his legs a bit more with your hands on his knees, to comfortably sit between them, and you retrieved the lube.

You drenched the strap with it and, for good measure, you let a few drops land on your fingers, again.

You spread it around his hole and you felt him flutter underneath your fingertips.

You bent down to kiss him, slowly stealing his breath away as the tip of the strap nudged at his entrance.

Your lips drowned the relieved moan he let out when you slowly bottomed out inside of him and his eyes rolled backwards.

You kept your hips still for a while, letting him adjust and then pulled almost all the way out and back all the way in. He moaned through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

You caressed his cheekbones with trembling fingertips and he slowly opened his eyes, to meet yours.

You stole a kiss from him and then angled his face a bit more upwards with gentle fingers on his chin.

"I want you to watch me fuck your ass in that mirror, Jakey" you whispered into his ear as he looked enraptured at the reflection of your tangles bodies on the ceiling, biting his lips raw.

The moan that left the depth of his chest was almost animalistic as he watched with bated breath you snapping your hips against his, his lips parting to exhale little breathy whines, matching your thrusts.

At the same time, you got lost in the reflection behind the headboard and you blushed heavily, unable to avert your eyes.

He clawed at your hip then, with a pained look on his face. His features were contorted with the utmost pleasure and his brows were furrowed. His expression was the same he sometimes wore on stage when he kept grinding his hips against his beloved guitar, during his toe-curling solos.

You knew then that you would never be able to look at him the same way as before, without picturing him letting you do this to him.

His legs wrapped around your hips as your rhythm quickened. His ankles intertwined behind your back to keep you in place as he started to slowly unravel underneath you, pushing back against you with every deep thrust of your hips.

"Fuck…please…" He whispered.

"Hold it" you snarled and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lips so hard you were afraid he was going to draw blood from them.

You kept your rhythm, as he tensed. A little tear escaped the corner of his eye and you bent down to gently kiss it away from his temple.

"Cum for me, Jakey, my love" you said and he came almost immediately, with a wailing scream of your name, his blunt nails clawing at your skin and his back arching abruptly from the bed.

His release made a mess between your bodies. It landed everywhere on him, you and the sheets.

You caught a few drops that landed on the mirrored wall behind the headboard in front of you and you watched mesmerized as they slowly started to trickle down.

You collapsed on top of him, you both panting heavily.

After a while, you slowly slipped the strap out of him. He held his breath and exhaled slowly at the empty feeling.

You tried to stand to drain and refill the jacuzzi but he stopped you before you could move.

"I can't fucking move right now, baby. We will clean up in the morning." He whispered against your neck, sounding utterly exhausted. You managed to turn off the red lights before you both fell asleep.

~

You woke up some time later, with your head on his chest, his warm breath on your neck and a pain in your hip bone.

You slowly turned on your back, grimacing at the feeling of your skin still sticking to his by a mix of your and his dried cum and unclasped the leather harness of the strap from your hips. Your skin was raw and tender there.

You stood up on wary legs and turned on the jacuzzi, then you retrieved clean towels from the bathroom and made your way back to the bed.

He was still sleeping, his breathing was slow and steady. He was beautiful with his messy hair all over the pillow and his hand on his tummy. You grabbed the sheets and covered both of you as you waited for the jacuzzi to fill up with warm bubby water.

You basked a bit more in the warmth of his body and then, when you heard a low knock on the door, you stood up slowly, careful not to wake him. You wrapped your body in a soft nightgown and opened the door to retrieve the cart the waiter had left there with the breakfast you ordered the night before.

You slowly maneuvered it inside and placed the many trays on the floor, all around the tub, hearing your stomach growl at the sight of all that delicious food.

He stirred then, stretching out his sore limbs and slowly opening his eyes.

"Hi, love" he said, his raspy voice awakening a different type of hunger in your body.

"Hi, Jakey" you purred as you slowly dropped the nightgown from your shoulders, leaving you naked in front of him.

You took his hand and you helped him up on his feet.

A grimace overtook his features at the soreness of his body and you slowly guided him into the warm water.

He hummed at the feeling of the water jets massaging his aching muscles.

Then he noticed all the trays you had carefully placed around and both your stomachs growled.

You started eating a piece of chocolate cake and he dropped a few almonds in his mouth.

A smirk slowly made its way onto his perfect pink lips as he chewed, but he didn't say a word.

"What?" You questioned and he let out a belly laugh.

"I'll piss you off more often, if you are going to punish me like that, doll, and then treat me like this, afterwards. Are you going soft on me, baby?" He whispered in that same sultry tone that he knew had you dripping for him.

You swatted at his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at him and then, suddenly, you dragged your forefinger into the filling of your cake and then slowly spread the chocolate on his plump bottom lip.

"Don't get too used to it Jakey, I would still fuck you like a whore." You whispered and slowly dragged your tongue across his bottom lip, then kissed him, stealing his breath away.

You smirked as his cheeks flushed the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen on him.

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