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A Cabin In The Woods - Ch3

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Sam x F!Reader

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢?

Warnings/ Themes: Nice Sam, still only one bed, tying up his hair, reminiscing, implied boner, cliffhanger.

an: I can only apologise for the cliffhanger, I didn’t want this chapter to be too long! If you want to be added to a tag list specifically for this series, please feel free to DM me!

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As the two of you settled into the game of twenty questions, the atmosphere lightened with each exchange, and it felt like a playful dance around unearthing cherished memories. You began with an easy question about favorite childhood toys, and the conversation effortlessly flowed, delving deeper and bringing laughter that echoed off the cabin walls.

When it was his turn to ask, he decided to steer it into the realm of nostalgia, “What’s your favorite memory of us when we were kids?”

You grinned, a mischievous glint shining in your eyes. “Oh, I’ve got one for you. Remember that time you tried to impress me by climbing that tree in the park?”

He couldn’t hold back a laugh as you recalled the moment vividly. It had been a glorious afternoon, filled with sunshine and laughter, the scent of summer in the air. Sam, ever the daredevil, had attempted to climb higher than any kid had a right to. “How could I forget? I was so sure that I would be able to reach the top.”

“Yeah, and then you got stuck halfway up,” you replied, chuckling. “You thought you’d look cool, but instead, you were just hanging out there, calling for Jake like he was going to be your knight in shining armor.”

Heleaned back against the couch, shaking his head and grinning. “And who came to the rescue? Not Jake, that’s for sure. It was you, running over all in a panic.”

“Oh, yeah! I was a lifesaver,” you agreed, laughter dancing in your eyes. “I remember you were gripping that branch for dear life, trying to look casual, all the while internally freaking out while yelling for Jake to come help you.”

In your mind’s eye, you could picture the young Sam, arms splayed out in a desperate attempt at coolness, his cheeks flushed as the laughter bubbled in your chest. “You were so determined to impress me, and instead, you ended up looking like a raccoon caught in a tree.”

“Hey!” He feigned offense but couldn’t hold back the laughter. “And don’t forget how we both ended up with skinned knees after you helped me down.”

“Oh my god, yes! I forgot about that.” The joy of the memory washed over you as you recalled the tumble down, landing in the grass with a thud, both of you laughing despite the little scrapes. “But it was so worth it. We were laughing so hard, even with the bruises.”

“The best kind of adventure,” he added, and there was a softness in his gaze, a warmth that seemed to wrap around both of you as you relived that moment.

As the laughter died down, it was Sam’s turn to offer up a memory of his own. “Okay, my turn.. I think my favorite would have to be one of the early Fourth of July trips - the one where we went rafting?”

You tilted your head, encouraging him to share his own treasured remembrances. “Oh my God, yeah I remember that one!”

“Oh man, that was epic,” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “I can still see Josh getting tipped over into the water. It was classic.”

You couldn’t help but laugh along with him at the memory. “And you were so sure you were going to fall in next!”

“Yeah, I dove straight for the oars just in case the worst happened.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “But what really cracked me up was Josh climbing back onto the raft, drenched and cranky about his hair. You remember how he kept complaining about how he needed to fix it?”

“I do! He spent half that trip trying to wring it out! He was such a drama queen about it,” you replied, grinning as you recalled the exaggerated gestures he had made.

“Classic Josh,” Sam laughed. “And I just kept paddling like a maniac, trying to avoid any ‘splash zones.’ It felt like a scene from a comedy movie.”

“It really was,” you agreed, feeling the warmth of the day wash over you again. “Those trips were the best. I can’t believe how much time we spent doing things like that.”

The nostalgia hung in the air, sweet and warm, anchoring both of you in those carefree days of youth. As you shared stories back and forth, delving into memories framed by laughter and adventure, the cabin felt less like a prison and more like a cozy sanctuary filled with the echoes of your shared history.

“Okay, my turn,” you said, still glowing from the laughter. “What’s your favorite dessert from back then?”

Sam’s face lit up, and you felt another ripple of excitement as the game continued, revealing stories that brought you closer. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of fond memories, it occurred to you how the silly game and shared laughter were weaving together a tapestry of connection that neither of you had anticipated—but might just make your time stuck here a little brighter.

As the laughter began to fade, you and Sam settled deeper into your respective couches, the novelty of the game giving way to a more comfortable rhythm of conversation. The initial awkwardness had started to dissipate, replaced by the familiar ease that you both shared. Sam's light teasing and your playful banter wove a tapestry of warmth that transformed the secluded cabin into a safe haven, despite the situations outside.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall, the hands inching closer to the midday mark. Realizing that you hadn’t eaten yet and that it was about time to make lunch, you pushed yourself off the couch, stretching your arms overhead. “Okay, I think it’s time for me to whip something up for lunch,” you said, glancing over at him.

“Wait,” Sam interjected, his demeanor still slightly cool but beginning to warm, a hint of something softer flickering in his eyes. “I’ll make it. You made breakfast, after all.”

You paused, surprised by the offer. “Really? You don’t have to—”

“I want to. Just sit and relax for a minute.” With that, he started to rise, but then he suddenly reached for his hair, quickly pulling it back into a ponytail.

The attempt was ambitious at best. A few rogue strands stubbornly escaped the hold, sticking out in every direction, amassing around his face like a wild halo. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the sight of him looking half-determined and completely disheveled striking you as humorous. “Oh my god, Sam! You look like a tornado hit your head!”

“Shut up,” he said, rolling his eyes, but even he couldn’t suppress a smile. “It’s functional enough, okay?”

“Functional, but definitely not cute,” you teased, your laughter still bubbling. “Here, come sit by me.” You beckoned for him to come closer, inviting him into the space between your knees with an open smile.

He hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he assessed the offer, but something in your voice, the playful tone, softened him. With a begrudging sigh, he relented and moved closer, settling cross-legged on the floor between your knees, facing away from you.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to get too comfortable,” he muttered, though there was a playful undertone in his voice.

As he sat, you felt a swell of affection course through you. There was something intimate about this position, this shared space. It felt like stepping into the past, a return to the uncomplicated moments of carefree childhood—an era when everything was innocent and the connection was effortlessly simple.

“You know,” you said softly, your fingers itching to reach out, “if you’re going to sit there with that mess of hair, I might have to intervene.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, feigning innocence, but you could see the way his shoulders tensed as he anticipated your next move.

With a teasing smile, you reached forward and gently pulled the hair tie out of his hair. “We can’t have you looking like this while making lunch,” you said playfully, as your fingers began to rake through his hair, seeking to smooth out the knots and tangles.

He made a subtle sound of protest, but the tension in his shoulders eased as you worked your fingers through the mess he’d created. “Careful with the hair! It’s valuable,” he quipped, his tone a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

“Valuable, huh?” you teased, gently tugging at the strands as you brought them back to their natural state. “This could probably double as a cleaning tool given how crazy it gets sometimes.”

“Just wait until I find a mirror and fix this,” he smirked, shooting a glance back at you, though a small laugh escaped him, betraying his good-natured spirit.

You focused on the task at hand, fingers deftly separating the tangled strands. The warmth of his body so close to yours brought a comforting glow, a friendly intimacy that you hadn’t expected to feel today. Your fingers danced gently through the hair, smoothing it out, inadvertently creating a soothing rhythm that resonated between you.

As you worked, the cabin filled with an easy camaraderie, and for a few moments, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this shared bubble of connection. You could feel the subtle shift in Sam, the way his initial tenseness began to ebb away, as if he were letting go of burdens that weighed on his shoulders.

And while you were lost in this simple act—calming the chaos that had formed on top of his head—there was an undercurrent of vulnerability in the air. Despite all the unspoken things lingering between you, this moment felt like a quiet declaration of friendship, a gentle reminder that trust and comfort could blossom even in unexpected situations.

As you carefully worked through the tangles in Sam's hair, you focused intently on the task at hand, relishing the way your fingers glided through the strands. Each gentle tug was deliberate, a conscious decision to avoid pulling too hard. You noticed that Sam had relaxed further beneath your touch, his body unwinding into a comfortable posture, and there was a softness in his demeanor that hadn’t been there before. It was as if the chaotic morning had dissipated, replaced by this unanticipated calm.

His hair was surprisingly soft, the strands silky and warm as they slipped between your fingers. The slight sway of his head every now and then suggested he was leaning into the moment, a rare vulnerability that he rarely allowed himself to show. You imagined that for him, this was a secret indulgence, perhaps a moment stolen from the rigid boundaries he often constructed around himself. You’d seen glimpses of it last night—the unguarded laughter, the shared stories—but now you were starting to feel the layers he was shedding while you cared for him.

As you gathered his hair into a proper ponytail, you recalled how different things had been just a few hours ago. This morning, he had woken up guarded and closed off, almost like a statue encased in frost. The harsh words exchanged between you last night lingered on the edge of your mind, still fresh and sharp enough to draw blood if you focused too hard. But as you bound his hair together, you couldn’t help but feel the change in the air, like a tide turning.

This morning, Sam had snapped at you, his cool demeanor piercing through the sleepy haze you both had woken up in. But now, under your gentle ministrations, he was starting to melt. You felt your heart flutter with the realization that he was perhaps beginning to warm up to you again, that maybe he yearned for change just as much as you did.

You tied the hair securely with a hair tie, making sure it was both neat and comfortable. “There we go,” you murmured, admiring your work. “Much better.”

The moment you stepped back, Sam turned his head slightly to glance at you, his expression a blend of surprise and appreciation. “Wow, you’re like a hair magician or something.”

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” you replied with a grin, feeling both playful and warm inside. With your fingers still tinged with the softness of his hair, you settled back into your position, observing him closely.

His smile was genuine—there was no faking it. You took a moment to appreciate how different it felt to see him relaxed, the tension he usually carried serving as a reminder of all the unkind barriers he placed around himself. In those moments, you could allow yourself to hope that perhaps he was letting you in again.

“Last night was intense, huh?” you ventured, looking for a way to bridge the developments.

He nodded, running a hand through the newly tied ponytail absentmindedly before letting it fall over his shoulder. “Yeah, you could say that.” His voice was contemplative, and the way he paused suggested more was lingering beneath the surface.

“That’s an understatement,” you said lightly, trying to ease the heaviness of the moment. “I didn’t think you’d turn into a drama king overnight.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, diffusing the air around you. “I might argue that title belongs to you, given the way you threw your hands in the air.”

“Touché,” you replied. “But I’d like to think my drama comes with style. Yours, however… well, let's just say it lacked finesse.”

He humorously rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know, I was completely justified.”

The easy banter settled into a comfortable rhythm, and as you exchanged witty remarks, you wondered if this was a fleeting moment or the beginning of something more promising between you.

As he leaned back slightly, resting his shoulders against your legs, you felt the shift in the atmosphere. His actions spoke volumes; he was inviting you into his space, allowing yourself to push through the walls he had built. And it struck you—had his actions this morning been a true look into how he was feeling about it all, or had he simply been terrified of what could change?

“What do you think we were fighting about really, all these years?” you asked, your curiosity bubbling to the surface. “I mean, was it really just about me breaking up with Danny?”

He sighed softly, his gaze directed at the floor. “Honestly? I think it was more about everything else—the things left unsaid, you know?”

You nodded, your heart racing as you recognized the truth in his words. “Like what?” you pressed gently, prepared for this opening. “What’s really bothering you?”

He hesitated, momentarily lost in thought, and you could almost see the wheels turning behind his eyes. The warmth and comfort you had shared seemed fragile, but the opportunity was there, tantalizingly close. You could sense that your question had opened a doorway to a deeper conversation.

“I guess… I don’t want to mess up again.” He admitted slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “After everything that happened, it’s hard to not want to protect myself.”

“Protect yourself from what?” you asked, leaning a little closer, wanting nothing more than to understand him more fully.

“From feeling that heavy attachment again,” he said, his voice lower still. “You know? It’s like… I can’t decide if fighting and pushing you away is worse than letting you in.”

His honesty washed over you, a mix of vulnerability and strength that left you momentarily awed. And in that moment, you felt the sincerity of your connection, how deep it ran despite everything that had happened. You realized that in those shared moments, there was a potential for healing, an opportunity to rewrite your narrative together, to guide him through the delicate landscape of re-establishing trust.

“Sam,” you said softly, letting your voice steady. “We’ve both messed up before.”

“I know. But I hate feeling this way. It’s like I’m stuck.” His tone was heavy, but the tension was lightened by the way he leaned back further, comforted by your presence.

“Are you scared?” you ventured, wanting to keep the conversation open, to keep peeling back the layers.

“Yeah,” he said, his admission almost swallowed by the space around you. “Scared of getting too close, scared of it ending poorly again.”

You took a deep breath, considering your next words carefully. The last thing you wanted was to push him into a corner, but the truth bubbled beneath the surface. “But isn’t it worth the risk?”

He turned slightly, meeting your gaze. “Sometimes I wonder. But then I look at you and think…maybe you’re worth the risk.”

His admission sent a rush of warmth through you, the weight of your earlier tension lifting as hope began to bloom in the pit of your stomach. You realized then how deeply you cared for him, just as he cared for you, despite the mistakes and misunderstandings.

“I want to be close to you, Sam,” you confessed, your voice steady. “But I also need you to meet me halfway.”

“I can try,” he replied, his voice becoming more certain, the warmth radiating off him growing brighter.

With renewed determination, you decided to keep the conversation flowing. “So, what if we agree to be honest with each other, no matter how hard it feels? I don’t want to fight anymore. I want us to find a way to navigate all this together.”

He nodded thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “That sounds good. And, um, thanks for doing my hair.”

A teasing smile crept onto your face. “You’re welcome. But I’m still claiming my title as the hair magician.”

Sam chuckled again, and it felt like a refreshing wind sweeping through the room. You realized that those moments of laughter became the threads binding you closer, the small fumbles and fleeting moments leading to something solid and real.

As the sun shifted position in the sky, casting warm rays that filtered through the window, Sam finally broke the comfortable camaraderie you two had built over the last hour. He stretched lightly, the motion causing his muscles to ripple slightly beneath his shirt, before pushing himself up from the couch.

“Okay,” he said, patting his knees. “I think it’s time to make us some lunch.”

You laughed, the sound light and carefree, enjoying the rhythm of the moment. “You’re not a magician in the kitchen too, are you?”

He shot a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he walked toward the small kitchenette. “Magic does not extend to the culinary arts. You’re gonna have to lower those expectations.”

You settled back in your spot, momentarily enjoying the view as he rummaged through the cabinets. A comfortable silence enveloped you, only punctuated by the rustling of bags and the clinking of pots. But, as you watched him prepare the food, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still wrestling with the lingering shadows of your past.

Just as he started to pull out ingredients for sandwiches, he glanced back at you. Pausing for a moment, he finally began to speak again, sentiment spilling forth like the ingredients he was arranging. “You know, when you were dating Danny, I was… jealous.”

The word hung between you, heavy yet almost relieving, like the steeping aroma of something familiar wafting through the air. “Jealous?” you repeated, surprised by the unexpected turn in conversation.

He nodded, his expression growing serious, the laughter of moments before evaporating. “Yeah. Jealous because it felt like he took you away from me. From us. And jealous of him too, for having you in a way that I never could.”

Your heart sank a little at his confession. It was like unearthing a hidden scar you never knew had festered beneath the surface. You had never wanted to take anything from him—not in any measure that would lead to hurt—and it pained you that your relationship with Danny had driven this wedge.

“When you broke up,” Sam continued, his eyes focused on the counter as if searching for answers in the disarray of ingredients, “I took it as a good excuse to put distance between us, hoping it would lessen how attached I felt to you.”

As he spoke, you felt a knot form in your chest, realizing this post-breakup handling of emotions hadn’t been easy for him. You wanted to reach out to him, to offer comfort or understanding, but you stayed where you were, focusing on his every word.

“I thought if I pulled away, maybe those feelings would fade,” he admitted, turning to face you fully now, vulnerability etched into his features. “I honestly hoped that the breakup would lead you to...leave the group or at least distance yourself. I thought that would give me some peace and help me forget.”

Silence lingered between you as his confession sank in. The tension that had previously hovered in the air twisted, reshaping itself into raw honesty, echoing with the weight of unresolved emotions.

When you finally found your voice, you said, “But… I didn’t want that. I thought we could all still be friends, especially after everything we all shared.”

He nodded slowly, a faint frown creasing his brow. “I know. But then you didn’t leave. Instead, you became even closer to everyone else. And that just… it hurt. I guess I was really good at putting on a cold shoulder, and it felt easier, less messy.”

You could feel the ache in his voice, the weight of what he had carried alone. “But you didn’t have to push me away,” you said gently, your heart aching for the distance he had imposed on himself. “I was always here, Sam. You just… made it hard for me to reach you.”

He looked at you, the flicker of confusion mixed with longing in his eyes. “I was afraid,” he admitted, his gaze softening. “Afraid of what might happen if all those feelings bubbled to the surface again. And I didn’t want to lose you completely if it came down to that.”

Your heart raced. Each word he offered peeled back another layer of the complexity of your relationship, an intricate web of desires and regrets tangled together. Realizing the depth of his feelings was overwhelming yet brought forth a realization of your own.

“That night,” you started, recalling the echoes of a disastrous argument that had happened the night that you and Danny had broken up, “that wasn’t just a fight about you defending him, was it? We were both dancing around the things we didn’t want to face.”

Sam sighed as he began assembling sandwiches. “Exactly. It was easier to argue about little things instead of the real issues between us. You know, the ones that just seem to sit there, getting heavier every time we ignore them.”

There was an earnestness in his voice that made you feel both grounded and exposed. “So what do we do now?” you asked quietly, wanting to navigate this emotional territory cautiously yet deliberately.

He paused, his hands stilled briefly over the sandwich he was preparing. “I think we start by being honest with each other, like we just did. And maybe—”

“Maybe?” you prompted gently, your hopes beginning to rise.

“Maybe I let the walls come down a little,” he said, finally looking up to meet your gaze. “I can’t promise it will be easy, but I want to try.”

A soft smile spread across your face. “That sounds like a good plan. I want to try too.”

For a moment, there was a quiet understanding, an acknowledgement of the journey you were about to embark on together. It wouldn’t be simple, but there was a sense of hope threading its way through the cracks of uncertainty, daring to breathe life back into a friendship that had been battered but not broken.

Once the sandwiches were prepared, Sam turned back to you, setting the plate down with a flourish that broke the tension that had built in the room. “Ta-da! Lunch is served.”

You laughed, the sound echoing in the small space as it filled the air—light and freeing, a shared warmth that began to solidify the fragile connection you both had rediscovered. “You might not be a magician in the kitchen, but this looks pretty good,” you replied, reaching for a sandwich.

As you took your first bite, the taste of fresh ingredients mixing with the warmth of the moment felt like a small victory. With every bite, it felt like you were breaking bread with the chance of a new beginning. The remnants of jealousy and distance were still there, but now they seemed manageable, recognizable. The beauty of reconnecting was not lost on either of you.

Over lunch, you let the conversation flow, mixing lighthearted banter with deeper reflections. You laughed about memories of shared failures in the kitchen, reminisced over particular moments of friendship, and slowly unraveled the need for vulnerability in learning about each other’s fears, insecurities, and desires again.

In this newfound space sparked by honesty, an invisible thread began to weave its way back between you, one that spanned the depth of both understanding and affection. You realized that both of you had wanted to protect your hearts, but somewhere in the tangle of it all, you had lost sight of what had made your friendship so special in the first place.

And as laughter echoed against the walls, mingling with the aroma of lunch, you began to see that the journey you shared wouldn’t be marked by moments of jealousy or fear anymore, but by a continuing commitment to face everything together, step by careful step. The lunch transformed into something far more important—a chance for reconnection, cautious yet filled with promise, a shared meal that symbolized the beginnings of healing and understanding between two people who had once been adversaries in their own hearts.

As the afternoon sunlight began to wane, casting a golden light across the cozy cabin, you and Sam settled back onto the couch, the remnants of your shared lunch cleared away. The warmth that had begun to grow in the room was palpable, not just from the freshly constructed sandwiches but from the renewed connection between the two of you. Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the gentle rhythm of vulnerability being woven back into your lives.

Seated close together, you felt the comforting warmth of his presence beside you, the tension of the morning a distant echo. You glanced out the window, watching the sun sink lower on the horizon, streaks of orange and pink spilling through the trees. It was a beautiful sight, the world outside igniting with color, and for a moment, everything felt right.

But as the afternoon drew on, you could sense the shift in the air, the faint chill creeping back in. Sam seemed to notice it as well, for he shifted slightly, glancing toward the fireplace where the logs lay dwindling and half-burnt. Finally, he sighed and stood up, allowing the blanket he had draped on his lap to slide off slightly.

“We’re going to need more logs for the fire soon,” he announced, his tone steady, yet with a hint of urgency. “There’s only a few left and it’ll be getting chilly in here.”

You nodded, realizing he was right. The cozy heat surrounding you would soon dissipate if you didn’t take care of it. Sam made his way across the room to the door with a determined stride, but just as he reached out for the handle, he paused mid-motion. A laugh bubbled up from somewhere within him, catching you off guard.

“Hold on” he chuckled, turning his head back to you, mirth dancing in his eyes. “The log. Door’s blocked.”

You felt a genuine laughter escape your lips, the memory of that chaotic tumble bringing back the echoes of last night. “I was just waiting to see how long it would take you to realize!” you replied, enjoying the shared amusement that lit the atmosphere.

He huffed in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Of course, you would let me stumble around like an idiot.” But the smile that followed suggested he was teasing more than he was genuinely frustrated.

“Oh come on, it was kind of funny!” you shot back, letting the laughter linger. “Watching you move like you were on a mission while all that time there was just a need for a little creativity to get past that log.”

“Creativity,” he echoed with a grin, shaking his head as if dismissing the idea. “I’ll show you ‘creativity’ by throwing the darn thing out of the way next time.” He paused again but relished the shared chuckling.

With a subtle change in energy, Sam sauntered back over to the couch, fully retreating from his stint at the door. “Actually, I think I’ll just grab a blanket instead,” he said conspicuously, a hint of levity to his tone.

You leaned back into the warm cushions, content to let the moment linger a little longer. “A smart plan. Why battle logs when you can pull a cozy blanket around us, right?”

With a swift movement, he reached for a blanket draped over the back of the couch. It was thick and fluffy, perfect for wrapping up against the encroaching cold. Sam flung the soft, textured piece over the two of you before settling back down beside you, the familiarity of his warmth returning immediately.

“See?” he said, wrapping the blanket snugly around both of you. “Now we’re prepared for anything.”

You nestled close to him, sinking into the palatial fabric as a sense of comfort enveloped you both. “Much better. I always knew you were resourceful—just needed a little nudge to realize the simpler solutions,” you teased gently, your head leaning against his shoulder.

He gave a modest shrug, feigning a lack of interest in your compliment. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Well, you do have your moments,” you replied, your voice playful yet sincere. “But seriously, it’s nice to have this time together.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice softening as he gazed into the flickering flames. “I’m really glad we’re talking again. It feels… right.”

You paused in contentment, feeling the warmth radiate not just from the flames but also from the bond you were rebuilding together. “It does,” you affirmed, and silence settled between you, a warm cocoon in which to process everything you had shared.

You both leaned into the embrace of the moment, wrapped in the blanket and in each other’s company, the fire crackling gently in the background. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the serene heartbeat of the cabin and the tenuous peace of two souls opening up to one another again.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you turned your head slightly to face him. “You know, I actually like how things are changing between us,” you ventured, wanting to underline the significance of this moment. “It feels like we’re finally being honest about everything.”

Sam nodded, his expression pensive. “Yeah. There was so much holding us back before. I think I was just scared of taking that first step again. But now… it feels different.”

“I was scared too,” you revealed softly, feeling emboldened by his admission. “I didn’t want to lose you either—this deeper friendship, or whatever it is we’re building. I kept waiting for you to pull away, and I hated it.”

A shadow flashed across his face, a hint of regret that met your gaze. “Yeah, and I guess I clung to that cold shoulder because I thought it would protect me. But here we are, wrapped up against the world.”

You felt the heat of connection burn brighter between you. “I think we can face anything together,” you said, your voice steady.

He turned to you, his eyes glinting with warmth. “You’re right. It’s about what’s ahead that matters. I’m tired of running from my feelings. Let’s keep the door open this time.”

As you looked into his eyes, the echo of laughter and friendship melded together, creating the potential for something more profound. And in the enclosing dark of twilight, with only the soft glow of the fireplace illuminating the room, you felt ready to embrace every shift, every nuanced feeling that lay ahead.

With the warmth of the blanket between you, the shared memories glowing like embers around you, and the light of newfound understanding growing steadily, you both settled into an understanding that the evening was only the beginning. A pathway to uncharted territories of connection and possibility lay ahead—one built not just on shared histories, but also on the willingness to forge ahead, together, navigating whatever storms might come your way.

“You’ll have to tell me more about the secret magician hair tricks next,” he said after a moment, breaking the thoughtful reflection.

“Oh, I have plenty of those up my sleeve!” You laughed, and leaned deeper into his side, feeling the connection solidify with each shared moment between you.

You nestled deeper into the blanket, the warmth cocooning you as you and Sam exchanged comfortable glances, the moment inviting connection and open conversation.

With a soft sigh, you broke the silence, your curiosity bubbling to the surface. “So, how does it feel to have just completed the tour? I mean, it’s been such a whirlwind of a year for you guys!”

The question sparked a light in Sam’s eyes, igniting recollections that danced across his expression like the flickering flames in the fireplace. “Honestly, it feels surreal. We played in cities I never even thought I’d visit—a complete dream come true.” He leaned back slightly, a nostalgic grin spreading across his face. “From Tokyo to Paris, each show felt like a little slice of magic.”

Your heart swelled with happiness for him, the shared experiences of the tour coloring your view with an appreciation for their hard work and the art they created together. “It’s incredible what you guys have accomplished. I can't even imagine what it was like performing for all those crowds.”

“Yeah, it’s exhilarating but exhausting,” he replied, the laughter in his voice merging with a hint of weariness. “But it’s always worth it. The energy from the shows fuels everything we do.” He paused, his gaze settling on the dancing flames, and you knew there was another layer tacked onto his thoughts. “You know, the creative process is something we’ve honed over the years, especially when writing new songs.”

“Really? How does that work?” you inquired, leaning in with genuine interest.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck, a familiar gesture that indicated he was transmitting from a well of fond memories. “Jake and Josh have this tradition of going somewhere remote to kick off the songwriting process. Nature seems to do something fantastic for inspiration—the silence, the fresh air—it just makes the words flow so much easier.” He chuckled, that warm and rich sound bringing a smile to your face. “I mean, we could never function on a tour bus like that. It’s got to be about disconnecting a little and finding that space to breathe.”

You nodded, imagining the landscapes they must have explored during those visits. “That sounds amazing. I can totally see how that would help.”

A glimmer of mischief flitted across his expression. “Speaking of which, I remember this one trip a couple of years ago. We took a hiking break, and it was supposed to be this epic adventure in a remote area. Great views, the works.”

“Let me guess, something went hilariously wrong?” you teased, egging him on.

“Oh, it was a comedy of errors,” he confirmed, a broad grin stretching across his face. “Danny just loved to show off, and while we were wading across the stream, he decided to hop on a stone for a better view. Well, he didn’t quite have the finesse he thought he did and ended up slipping right into the water.”

You burst into laughter, picturing the scene unfolding in your mind. “Oh no! Did he get soaked?”

“Absolutely! He went in with a huge splash, and it was all very dramatic,” Sam recounted, his eyes glinting with the kind of nostalgia that only comes from shared histories. “Jake, of course, did his best to save him, rushing over without a second thought to pull him out. But in true comedy fashion, he slipped right after Danny and fell in too!”

You laughed harder now, picturing the chaos of it all—the indignant yelps and the surprise splashes, two of your friends turned into a giggling mess in the middle of nature’s tranquility. “That’s amazing! I can only imagine how that must have looked.”

“It was ridiculous,” he admitted, shaking his head as he chuckled. “Here they were, two grown men floundering around in a freezing stream, while Josh just stood back, dying from laughter. He couldn't even help, he was just taking pictures, documenting the whole disaster!”

You continued to laugh along, your eyes sparkling with mirth. “What did Danny say after he got out? Was he mad?”

“Oh, he was furious at first—not at Jake, but at himself for being so reckless. But honestly, who could stay mad when you’re both wet, shivering, and covered in mud?” Sam smiled, his voice softening as he reminisced. “In the end, we all just started cracking up together. It became one of those memories that bonded us more than any of our successes.”

“That’s what it’s all about, right? Those crazy moments that bring you closer together?” you mused, your heart warming at the thought.

He nodded earnestly, his gaze thoughtful. “Exactly. It’s like every little adventure and misadventure adds to the tapestry of who we are as a band. Each experience, whether a success or a failure, is part of our story. And it sometimes leads to the best songs.”

“And I bet that one probably inspired a whole new track, didn’t it?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Funny you should say that,” he replied, an enthusiastic light returning to his eyes. “We did end up writing a song about it—we call it ‘Throwing Stones’ to poke fun at how we got there. It’s fun, upbeat, and it just ignites this lively spirit, reminding us to laugh, no matter the chaos!”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” you replied, a mix of excitement and sheer admiration warming your chest. “It’s so cool how you guys can turn life’s unpredictabilities into art.”

Taking a moment to let the conversation settle, Sam leaned back into the cushy sofa, his arm casually resting behind you on the back of the couch. “Honestly, it’s what keeps it all alive. Music, friendship, even the madness—if you can embrace it all, it makes the triumphs that much richer.”

Your eyes met his, and there was a understanding in the silence that followed, one that stretched beyond words. The stories, the struggles, the laughter—all wove together into an experience that you both cherished.

As you settled deeper into the blanket, you felt contentment wash over you anew. The gold of the setting sun faded into shadows outside, the room illuminated only by the soft flickering glow of the fire. The warmth between you felt like a harbor, anchoring the both of you in the present moment—a safe space where laughter, history, and genuine connection could thrive.

Feeling emboldened, you decided to dive deeper. “Speaking of songs, do you think you can write one with all the changes happening in our lives right now?”

He looked at you intently, his expression shifting thoughtfully. “For sure. It’s not just the crazy moments on tour—it’s the little things, the reconnections, the honest conversations. I think the feelings we’re going through right now are just as important.”

You smiled softly, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like the blanket you shared. “I’d love to hear how that transforms into music.”

“I promise I’ll write it down. Maybe we can even work on it together,” he suggested, that playful glint returning to his eyes, the allusion to past collaborations lingering in the air.

Your heart danced at his words, the prospect of shared creativity intertwining with the connection you had reignited. “I’d like that very much, Sam. Collaborating with you would be fantastic.”

He nodded with a satisfied smile, and again, a silence bloomed between you, but this time it was steeped with promise and possibility. As the fire crackled and the room darkened, the flickering shadows played across your faces, two souls wrapped in warmth, laughter—a reflection of the journey that had brought you both to this moment.

And there, beneath the soft glow of fading daylight, you found comfort not only in the stories you shared but in the future that stretched before you, painted with music, laughter, and above all, an effortlessly evolving connection.

As you nestled into Sam's side, the blanket wrapping snugly around both of you, a sense of warmth enveloped you both, not only from the fabric but from the connection that seemed to shimmer in the air. You felt a sense of comfort being this close, and it drew you even nearer, the soft sounds of the crackling fire filling the space around you.

“I’ve been following your journey online, you know,” you confessed softly, looking up at him with a smile. “Scrolling through Twitter during the tour has been quite the adventure, seeing everyone's reactions to your performances.”

A spark of curiosity flickered in his eyes. “Oh yeah? What were people saying?”

You giggled, letting the memories wash over you. “It’s hilarious! There were so many tweets about the lines forming for your shows. Some fans camped out for days in advance, posting about every silly thing they did to pass the time. I felt like a part of this massive movement!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s wild! You’d think they were waiting for some major festival or something.”

“Exactly! And every time you guys finished a show, the excitement would literally explode on social media.” You took a moment to gather your thoughts, excitement bubbling within you. “I even made it to a few shows myself.”

“Oh really? You were there?” His interest peaked, and you could feel the warmth from his gaze as he leaned forward slightly.

“Yeah! I didn’t want to be too loud about it, but I watched from the back a couple of times,” you admitted, unable to hide the joy in your voice. “It was absolutely enchanting.”

He raised an eyebrow, curious. “Enchanting, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“No, seriously!” you laughed, your heart swelling with the memory. “Watching you on stage was mesmerizing. I could really see how into the music you got. The way you moved with the rhythm...” You trailed off for a moment, lost in the memory.

“Yeah? What did you think?” he urged, an eager smile tugging at his lips.

“I loved when you had your bass solo,” you said, excitement creeping into your voice. “The way you walked around the stage, engaging with the audience. It felt like you were sharing this incredible moment with everyone there. You’ve got this magnetic energy that pulls everyone in.”

A warm flush crept to his cheeks, and for a moment, his humility radiated through the modest smile on his face. “Wow. I appreciate that. I just try to make it feel personal, you know?”

You nodded enthusiastically, the memories firing off one after another. “Exactly! It felt like you were feeding off the crowd’s energy. The way you’d look out at everyone, and the smiles you exchanged—it was infectious!”

“I’m glad you felt that. I love the connection with the audience.” He paused, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “What most people don’t realize is how important they are to the show. Their reactions fuel me just as much as the music itself.”

You felt your heart flutter at the passion in his voice, a reminder of why you admired him so much. “And every time you handed out a pick, you could see the reactions. It was like handing them a piece of treasure! The way their faces lit up—there's something so special about that.”

He chuckled, a knowing smile crossing his face as he leaned back into the couch, continuing to bask in the shared memories. “It’s like a little moment of connection, isn’t it? Those picks become keepsakes for the fans. It’s a small way of giving them something to remember.”

“It is,” you agreed, feeling the heat of your conversation mingle with the warmth of the blanket. “And I loved seeing it. Watching people clutch those picks like they were golden tickets… it kind of made the whole experience feel magical.”

He glanced down at you, a smile gracing his lips. “Now I’m a bit self-conscious thinking about it, but I’m really glad you enjoyed it that much.”

You smiled back, your heart swelling anew. “How could I not? You were in your element, and it was so beautiful to see you shine. Watching you perform was like witnessing a symphony come to life.”

His laughter dotted the air softly, lifting the atmosphere between you. “You have a gift for words. Maybe you should be writing the song instead.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought, the lighthearted banter further deepening the warmth existing in that moment. “Who knows? Maybe you could add a ‘lyricist’ to my resume.”

“I like the sound of that! Adding to your list of talents,” he said, looking down at you with amusement. “What’s next? Life coach?”

You giggled, shrugging playfully. “I mean, I have been known to deliver some pretty sound advice...”

“Now I *have* to hear it,” he pressed, leaning closer, an amused expression dancing on his face. “Hit me with your best life advice.”

You thought for a moment, tapping your finger to your chin in mock contemplation. “Always bring snacks on road trips. It's essential for maintaining sanity! That—and keeping your friends close.”

“Wise words, truly.” His laughter blended with yours, the moment fostering an easy camaraderie, the very essence of friendship flowing through your words and warmth.

As you settled back into his side, savoring the gentle closeness, the conversation shifted, bubbling over with lightness and the warmth of shared memories. The backdrop of the fire crackling softly created a cozy atmosphere, wrapping around you in a loving embrace.

It felt good to reminisce about the tour and your adventures, but even more so, it felt good to be here, sharing those moments with him—his laughter, his warmth, and the joy of rediscovered connections mingling beautifully in the air.

And there, amidst the laughter and shared stories, you both created a memory all your own, a kind of magic that promised to grow, one conversation at a time.

As the warmth of laughter and connection settled around you both, the comforting crackle of the fire flickered gently in the background, casting a serene glow throughout the room. Sam had shifted slightly, leaning his head back against the soft musings of the couch, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest becoming steadier as the minutes passed. His eyelids, heavy and content, fluttered with the remnants of wakefulness before finally surrendering to a peaceful slumber.

You watched him, entranced by the serene aura that enveloped him as he nestled deeper into your lap, his hair fanning out like a dark halo across your legs. In that moment, the bonds of friendship seemed to intertwine with a deeper intimacy—one that felt both profoundly natural and blissfully perfect. You absentmindedly combed your fingers through his hair, letting the silky strands weave between them as thoughts of the evening glided through your mind.

With a gentle tug, you pulled the hair tie from Sam's hair, letting it cascade freely down, each strand curling slightly around his face. It was almost poetic—his hair flowing with the same graceful rhythm that had captured your admiration during his performances. As you settled comfortably into this newfound closeness, you felt compelled to play.

Curiosity sparked within you as you decided to experiment a little with his hair, almost as if it were an artistic endeavor. You gently gathered the long strands, separating them with a delicate touch, and began to braid them into a single ponytail once again. The careful movements felt meditative, each loop and twist taking on a life of its own.

“Now, let’s see how this works on you, Mr. Rockstar,” you whispered playfully, glancing down at him to watch his expression remain blissfully undisturbed. He simply sighed softly, deep in dreamland. Encouraged by his peaceful demeanor, you continued working.

Creating the braid lulled you into a calm rhythm, hands deftly weaving the strands together with gentle precision. You found yourself smiling, thinking of how he would look sporting a brand new style, completely unaware of your creative efforts. But just as your fingers settled comfortably, you released the braid, letting it unfurl and fall apart once more, strands cascading in waves back onto your lap.

This process of braiding and unbraiding felt oddly soothing, a quiet conversation between you and your companion without the need for words. Time seemed to slip through your fingers as you continued this delicate play, teasing his hair between your fingers while humming a soft melody you had inadvertently conjured up.

Every now and then, as you let the strands fall apart, he would shift slightly in his sleep, a quiet moan escaping his lips that sent a flutter through your heart. For a split second, you paused, the sound of his contentment wrapping around you like the embrace of a shared secret. It sounded so innocent, so vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel a profound affection swell within you—a mixture of protectiveness and warmth that filled the room like the softest blanket.

After a moment, you resumed your gentle ministrations, braiding his hair again, fingers dancing between strands with precise intention. Each intricate weave melded your shared laughter, memories, and the warmth of togetherness into something tangible—something that felt deep and meaningful under each gentle twist of his hair.

With every new braid, you caught little glimpses of him in his dreams—small smiles playing on his lips as if he were reliving cherished moments from the tour or funny exchanges that had colored your conversations. Sam looked serene, his brow relaxed and his cheeks slightly flushed in the golden glow of the firelight.

You watched the way he nestled deeper into your lap, and for a moment, you marveled at how blissfully unaware he was. It was intimate in such a gentle way that you almost didn’t want it to ever end. As you tangled strands into another braid, you found yourself lost in thought. The vulnerability of the moment, the trust shown in how easily he had fallen asleep, tugged at your heartstrings in ways you had not anticipated.

Each new braid became a pathway for the affection you felt, weaving and flowing between braids and unravels, signifying the push and pull of emotions that danced around the two of you. You started to think about all the late-night conversations, all the concerts, and the laughter that bubbled up so easily between you two. The thought warmed you, wrapping around you like the blanket you shared with him, creating a cocoon of honest sharing and pure companionship.

As you continued this quiet ritual, he stirred slightly again, another soft sound slipping from his lips, as though echoing a distant memory. You paused, glancing down at him, momentarily losing yourself in the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. It was almost like he was calling out to you even in sleep, urging you to continue the tender act of care. And with that, you returned your focus to the strands of hair, starting again to play.

This rhythm flowed easily between you, wrapping time in layers of delicate connection. For a while longer, you focused on your braid, weaving in dreams, laughter, and the essence of who he was outside of the stage—the calm after the storm, if you will.

The combination of the crackling fire, the warmth of your bodies curled comfortably on the couch, and the gentle play with his hair created a bubble where the outside world began to fade away.

It was a surreal blend of reality and dreams, and within that intimate space, you felt as if this moment—this connection—was something effortlessly beautiful. And perhaps, it was.

As Sam settled deeper still, you traced your fingers across his forehead gently in the most tender of touches, and the pure, unguarded vulnerability in that quiet moment made your heart flutter again. His hair felt so soft beneath your fingers, and for just a moment longer, you indulged in the serene pleasure of this peaceful companionship, weaving the strands of his hair, almost as if to weave a bond that transcended words themselves.

The hours seemed to slip away as you became lost in the quiet charm of the moment, completely absorbed in the magic of simplicity—the essence of friendship that was evolving right before your eyes. A smile played on your lips as you let your thoughts drift, cradling him gently as he slept soundly, warmth radiating from the both of you.

And in the golden glow of that soft light, time ceased to exist, and you both savored the beauty of just being—tangled in friendship, laughter, and the way life had a knack for stitching together its most unexpected moments into something not just meaningful, but endlessly cherished.

As you continued your gentle ministrations with Sam's hair, the softness of the moment wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. The world outside slowly darkened, painted in deep shades of blue and indigo, quietly ushering in the late hour. You found yourself lost in the rhythm of the evening, shaping and reshaping the delicate strands of his hair, momentarily submerged in the wiggles of tranquility that filled the couch.

With a sigh, you pulled your gaze away from your delightful task and glanced towards the clock nestled on the mantle. The numbers glowed softly—far later than you had intended. Time had slipped away from you without fanfare, each moment merging seamlessly into the next. You felt a knot of warmth in your chest, half wishing you could freeze the time in this perfect, serendipitous place, yet realizing that the night was pressing on.

Looking outside, you saw that the vibrant hues of twilight had vanished, replaced by the dark cloak of night. The moon hung high above, radiating a silvery glow that illuminated the edges of the passing clouds. The stars peeked through as well, twinkling like a scatter of diamonds across the fabric of the sky. Yet with the night came a distinct chill that began to creep through the window, curling around the edges of the room, an insistent reminder of the late hour.

You turned your gaze back to him, still sound asleep in your lap, blissfully unaware of the passing time or the chill that encroached upon the cozy living room. His breathing was steady, and though he appeared peaceful, the cold air reminded you that maybe it was time to consider drifting off to bed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—his relaxed features, the way his lashes fanned gently against his cheeks—he looked utterly serene, like a child lost in the tranquility of a warm dream.

You brushed your fingers lightly against his forehead, wanting to keep him close, but knowing that the warmth of slumber would soon give way to chilliness if you didn’t act. Gently, you nudged his shoulder with the lightest of touches, careful not to startle him too much.

“Sammy...” you whispered softly, your voice barely piercing the quiet air. “It’s time to wake up.”

He stirred slightly, his brow furrowing before he let out a small sigh of contentment, but he didn’t quite rouse. You nudged him again, a little firmer this time, relishing the opportunity to tease him a bit. “Sammy, come on. It’s getting late.”

Finally, he cracked his eyes open, blinking against the dim light of the room. “Huh?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. His gaze fell on you, a sleepy smile spreading across his lips. For a fleeting moment, he looked utterly adorable, still caught between the realms of dreams and waking reality.

You smiled back, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “It’s really late, you know. The fire's died down, and it’s getting a bit chilly.”

He lifted his head from your lap, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn that made your heart flutter. “Wow, I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep,” he said, rubbing the remnants of drowsiness from his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Late enough that we should probably head to bed,” you said softly, leaning in to meet his gaze more directly. “We don’t want to freeze out here.”

With a lazy grin, he looked around the room, as if only just realizing how cold it had indeed become. “I guess I got a little too cozy,” he chuckled, shaking off the last vestiges of slumber. “Guess that’s what happens when you’re surrounded by two of my favorite things—good company and a warm blanket.”

Your cheeks warmed at his compliment. “I’m glad you feel that way,” you said sincerely, heart swelling with warmth. “But really, I don’t think we want to push our luck with the cold.”

“True,” he agreed, swinging his legs off the couch and sitting up fully. He stretched again, a fascinating set of movements that revealed the elegant nature of his body, the way years of performing had molded him into a beautiful form. You couldn’t help but appreciate the sight, a mix of admiration and the comforting familiarity coloring your gaze.

As he finally stood, you couldn’t help but admire the casual grace he possessed even in moments of drowsiness. He brushed the hair from his forehead with a half-hearted attempt to tame it, which made you stifle a giggle at how endearing he looked.

“Let’s grab some blankets and head to bed, then?” he suggested, his voice dipping lower with the suggestion, the idea of retreating into the warmth of the night drawing you both closer together.

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement building at the thought of snuggling up together after such a cozy evening. “I could use a warm bed after all this.”

“Lead the way!” he said, a playful glint in his eyes, and you found yourself smiling brightly as you headed towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms.

As you ascended, you could hear the sound of his footsteps following closely behind, the rhythm of your movements blending into an understated melody that wrapped around you, adding another layer of comfort to the night. With each step, the chill dissipated, replaced with a warmth that thrummed quietly in your chest.

Once in your room, you swung open the linen closet, retrieving extra blankets that you wrapped around your arms like a comforting cocoon. Glancing over at Sam, you couldn’t help but let a soft smile slip onto your face as he pulled the curtains open, peering through the window at the starry night outside.

“I can’t get over how beautiful it is out tonight,” he remarked, his voice threaded with a hint of admiration. “It always feels like another world after a night like this.”

“And now we have our own little refuge,” you responded, a sense of contentment spreading through you. “We’ll be warm and cozy in here.”

He turned back to you, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “You know, if my hair keeps falling all over the place, I might have to borrow those good company skills to keep it tidy again.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you tossed him one of the blankets. “I think I can help with that! But right now, it’s time for some rest, don’t you think?”

His grin widened, and you could see the sleep still lingering in his eyes. “Definitely.”

As you settled into the bed, layering the warm blankets around you, you couldn’t help but feel that the day—though it had ebbed away—had transformed into something magical and real. The laughter you had shared, the moments of quiet intimacy, and now this gentle transition toward rest felt like a beautiful culmination of a night well spent.

You could sense that the warmth of friendship had deepened into something more—not overt, but definitely there, like those stars twinkling faintly in the night sky above you.

As you nestled into your blankets, feeling the comfort envelop you like a gentle embrace, you stole one last glance at Sam before you closed your eyes. He had settled himself beside you, cocooned in his blanket like a soft, sleepy giant. His eyes had begun to droop again, the peaceful look returning as he sank back into the warmth—not just of the covers, but, you realized, of this beautiful, unspoken bond that formed between you both.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” you whispered, voice thick with gentle affection.

“Goodnight,” he murmured sleepily, a soft smile gracing his features before he finally succumbed to the embrace of slumber once more.

With the stars gleaming outside and the warmth of your connection wrapping around you, you drifted off to sleep, heart lighter and mind filled with dreams of laughter, friendship, and the promise of many more nights like this to come.The night deepened steadily, and the world outside gradually transformed into a crisp, silent realm as the cold coiled itself around the house. Even with the warmth of the blankets and the intimacy of your shared space, the chill felt insistent beyond the window, a stark reminder that the winter night was far from forgiving. You could hear the wind whispering against the glass, an almost haunting sound that sent shivers dancing over your skin.

In the cocoon of your blankets, you felt warm and safe, the warmth between you and Sam a palpable comfort that ebbed and flowed like the quiet whispers of the night. You had sunk into a peaceful slumber, dreams flitting in and out like shadows. But suddenly, you sensed a stirring beside you—a shifting of the weight that seemed to draw your attention.

You blinked awake, momentarily disoriented as the dim light of the room seeped back into your consciousness. As your awareness came back, your gaze landed on Sam, who had pulled himself closer to you, his body pressing against yours with an urgency that seemed uncharacteristic of the calm from before. There was a softness in the way he nestled against you, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin, surrounded by the material of your blankets.

“Wow, it really got cold,” Sam mumbled sleepily, his voice muffled against you. You could feel his exhalations against your arm, and it sent a wave of warmth flooding through you, contrasting sharply with the chill creeping into the room.

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the ticklish sensation that accompanied his slight facial hair brushing against your skin. The playful scratchiness felt both intimate and amusing, and you choked back another laugh as a ripple of warmth swept through you. It was a mixture of affection and something more, and you had to force yourself to focus, to rein in your bubbling mirth.

“Okay, okay, Mr. Cuddlebug,” you chided softly, pushing against him gently in a mock protest. “Are you trying to steal all my body heat?”

He chuckled lightly, his face still settled against your shoulder, creating a feeling of cozy closeness. “I can’t help it; you’re warmer than the blankets!” he exclaimed, a playful innocence in his tone. His fingers, in their warmth, found their way to your waist, encircling you slightly and pulling you closer.

You could feel your heart race in response, and for a fleeting moment, you basked in the comfort of his proximity, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly beneath the layers of blankets. However, as you settled back into the cushion of warmth, you became undeniably aware of a different tension that had built between you—something subtle but increasingly noticeable.

Sam’s body pressed against yours had suddenly shifted from a purely innocent cuddle to something a little more heated. As he nestled deeper into your side, you felt the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against you—a solid warmth pushing into your hip. You swallowed hard, sudden awareness flooding your senses with a mixture of surprise and something undeniably alluring.

The affectionate, cozy atmosphere blossomed into something charged, and it sent your thoughts spiraling in conflicting directions. Part of you wanted to tease him, to playfully bring attention to the situation, but another part—a more cautious side—felt the indescribable gravity pulling you both into unfamiliar territory. It was a sensation that blurred the line between friendship and something deeper.

“Um, Sammy…” your breath was caught in your throat, shaky and uncertain as you turned your head to glance down at him, intrigue licking at the edges of your hesitation. The room had grown unbearably still, the chill outside forgotten in the fervent warmth of that moment, yet a flicker of nervousness danced through you.

He lifted his head slightly, meeting your gaze with a drowsy smile. “What’s up?” His voice had a softness, a still murmur caught between sleep and waking, and it only served to amplify the unusual tension of the moment.

You sensed the vulnerability radiating off of him, that moment when both of your thoughts seemed to converge upon the same realization yet carried with it the weight of unvoiced expectations. “You’re… um,” you started, faltering slightly though you knew you needed to address what was becoming obvious. “You know you’ve got, like, a little—”

His expression shifted, realization dawning on him, and the playful, sleepy demeanor gave way to something more aware. His cheeks flushed lightly as he hastily shifted away from you, creating a space between you both as abrupt as it was unexpected. “Oh—wow, I didn’t mean to—sorry,” he stammered, the words coming out with a breathless rush.

Despite the sudden awkwardness, a giggle escaped your lips before you could hold it back. The laughter surprised you both, filling the room with an unexpected lightness, easing the tension that had sparked in that shared space. “Oops,” you mused playfully, your heart still racing, “Guess I should’ve seen that coming.”

With a sheepish smile, Sam ran a hand through his hair, looking slightly embarrassed but equally amused at the whole situation. “Yeah, I should’ve thought that through,” he admitted, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “Guess I got a little too… comfortable?”

The laughter lifted, repeating in playful waves, and you found that the initial shock had morphed into an intimate moment—one that held the potential for deeper understanding and connection. It was a hesitation, a boundary that shifted ever so slightly in the warmth of your friendship, yet it felt inherently right—the tension transforming into a shared secret.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said softly, the night being too enchanting for discomfort to linger. “We’re just two friends keeping warm, right?” You nudged him gently, teasing as you decided to playfully lean into the moment rather than shy away from it.

“Right, just two friends,” Sam echoed, a little more playfully now, his gaze meeting yours with that familiar spark of mischief you’d come to adore.

But even as the playful exploration lingered in the air around you, there was something unmistakably different now; the spark had flared brightly, and you could sense the acknowledgment that extended between you both, teetering in the grey area of friendship and something deeper.

You both sank back into the warmth of the blankets, laughter weaving into comforting silence, and though the laughter had eased the initial tension, you savored the understanding that hung in the air—a shared acknowledgment of hidden desires, of the closeness that drew you in yet again.

Time flowed more easily as you settled back into a comfortable position, Sam’s gaze flickering down to the blankets, a smile lingering on his lips. “Well, since it’s so cold out there, maybe we should keep the body warmth going? It’s definitely cozier that way,” he suggested, his tone laced with a sweetness that made your heart flutter.

“Yeah,” you responded, feeling a wisp of excitement surge within you. “Cozy sounds perfect.”

With that, he didn’t hesitate to pull you back into him, sharing warmth as he wrapped his arms around you once again, burying his face into the crook of your neck, brushing his facial hair against your skin once more in a way that sent delightful shivers tingling down your spine.

This time, though, the moment felt different—an electric thrill ran through you as he nestled in closer, the space between you almost nonexistent. It was a sweet surrender to both the chill outside and the warmth of the connection you both had, a promise woven in that intimate silence: that you would both navigate this new terrain together, exploring what lay ahead in the darkness of the night.

You melted into the warmth of Sam’s embrace, grateful for the cocoon of blankets that shielded you from the biting cold that continued to seep through the walls of the house. The winds outside howled with an unsettling fierceness, but inside, the atmosphere felt luxurious and safe. You reveled in the closeness, but as moments drifted by, the chill creeping into the room began to settle into your bones once more, a stark reminder that winter was relentless.

You couldn’t help but notice how Sam’s body radiated warmth against your skin, and the desire to snuggle in further began to pull at you. With much hesitation, you began to slowly push yourself back into him, feeling the inviting heat emanate from his body. As you nestled closer, the seamless bond between you grew thicker, pulsing with an energy that both excited and comforted you in equal measures.

However, the moment you shifted, you felt the unmistakable outline of his arousal pressing against you, more pronounced now than it had been before. A thrill ran through you—a blend of nervousness and exhilaration—as the proximity heightened your awareness of the situation. He grumbled softly, a sound that reverberated against your skin, sending an unexpected shiver through you.

“What are you doing?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and still teetering on the edge of drowsiness. The inquiry was laced with both curiosity and something undeniably playful, and his tone sent sparks dancing through the space between you.

You stifled a giggle, and a soft smile broke over your face as you met his sleepy gaze. There was something about the way he looked at you, a blend of vulnerability and amusement that made your heart race just a little faster. “I’m just cold,” you replied, feeling adventurous, even daring, as the words slipped from your lips. “The blankets are nice, but there’s still a chill in the air, and you’re like a human furnace.”

You pushed in even closer, a playful challenge in the way you allowed your body to mold against him, reveling in the contrasts—the warmth you felt from Sam juxtaposed with the retrenching cold. His body reacted, muscles tensing in response to your movements, and for a moment, there was an overwhelming silence, each of you acutely aware of the newly charged atmosphere surrounding you both.

As you settled against him, you felt a flicker of mischief light up within Sam. He brought his face closer, his breath warm against your shoulder as he grazed his teeth softly against your skin, almost like a gentle warning—teasing yet commanding, summoning you to acknowledge the tenuous line you were both now dancing upon.

A gasp slipped through your lips, barely restrained, turning into an accidental whimper as the sensation sent an electrifying thrill through your spine. It was an instinctive reaction, drawn from reflex as you felt the warmth of him pressed firmly against you. In that moment, you realized how close you were to crossing from the comforting safety of friendship into something far more intense, something that sent your heart racing with excitement and trepidation.

The sound of your reaction hung thick in the air—a mixture of vulnerability, desire, and the realization of the intimacy you both shared—in that suspended moment where time seemed to stand still. The world outside faded into silence, and all you could focus on was the delightful tension simmering between your bodies.

It felt exhilarating yet disconcerting, that heady blend of fear and allure. You could feel Sam’s heartbeat against your back, the steady thrum echoing the words spoken in those simmering moments—words unvoiced but acknowledged all the same. It was a collective understanding that this wasn’t merely about comfort anymore. Something deeper was unfolding, an acknowledgment of the chemistry you both had long felt but was now pushing to the surface, begging to be explored.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you processed your surroundings, your fingers playing with the fabric of the blankets, caught somewhere in a liminal space between friendship and something entirely different. Your heart raced as your body responded to the intimacy—the closeness, the warmth, and the undeniable connection that seemed to weave itself tighter with each passing second.

It was a moment that seemed to encapsulate everything you had been feeling, everything that had been lingering in the unspoken air between you, and it felt both intoxicating and frightening. You could almost taste the anticipation hanging there, sparking into something electric, searching for an outlet, waiting for someone to take that leap further into the unknown.

And so you lingered, wrapped in the warmth of impending change, wondering where the night and your burgeoning connection might lead.

The tension in the air morphed from electricity to playful teasing in an instant, the magic of that moment lightening up at Sam’s smirk as he leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. “Wow, someone’s a little sensitive,” he joked, a playful laugh escaping his lips. “Whimpering already? I didn’t think I had that effect on you yet.”

His teasing carried a familiar tone, one that stirred memories you had thought buried. It brought back the days when you two were practically enemies, rivals in everything—classes, sports, and even friendships. The banter was always quick and sharp, filled with snarky comments and snide invitations to outdo one another. You could remember the countless times you had glared at each other across the room, daring another to take the first step into a confrontation.

The nostalgic rush of memories made your heart race for entirely different reasons, and in that instant, your body reacted as if struck by a light bolt. You shot straight up from the bed, the blankets pooling around you in a chaotic mess as your mind jumbled through emotions, battle scars of rivalry colliding with the familiar warmth of affection.

“Are you serious right now?” you exclaimed, voice rising with incredulity. “We were doing so well! How could you fuck it up like this?” The words tumbled from your mouth, a mixture of frustration and disbelief, shockwaves of your past echoing in the heat of your outburst.

Sam's eyebrow shot up in genuine surprise at your sudden shift, the previously playful atmosphere hanging heavily between you. “Wait, what?” he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement despite the severity of your tone. “I was just teasing! You didn’t have to go all dramatic on me.”

You felt a slight rush of adrenaline, the heart-pounding kind that had defined so many of your earlier encounters. There was a thrill in standing up to him, showing that the warmth and affection couldn’t mask the fire you’d once wielded so easily. But before you could walk fully away from the bed, Sam’s arm shot out, gripping your wrist and pulling you back down with surprising strength.

“Hey! If you keep complaining about everything I do, I might just have to give you something better to do with your mouth,” he purred, a mischievous glint in his eye that left no room for doubt as to the implications of his words.

His tone hung in the air between you, an unspoken challenge woven through his suggestion—one that danced brazenly along the edges of the playful rivalry you had once thrived on. You couldn’t help but scoff, a laugh bubbling up from your core at his audacity. “Oh please,” you shot back, arching an eyebrow as you faced him, a teasing smile creeping onto your lips. “You wouldn’t be giving me much to work with.”

The moment hung there, throbbing with tension, humor mingling with the intensity of your previous exchanges. Sam chuckled, the sound warm in the cozy room, and his reluctance to retreat from your banter was palpable, a friendly duel of words as natural as breathing.

“Is that so?” he challenged, his voice low and playful, running his fingers through his hair in that familiar way that always made him seem effortlessly charming. “You’re not even considering what I could do if you stopped being so dramatic for just a minute.”

“Oh, dramatic? Look who’s talking,” you countered, your heart racing at the sheer audacity of your conversation. “Do you seriously think I’m going to just sit here and take it?”

“Are you sure you want to challenge me?” he shot back, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Because I could definitely make it worth your while if you let me.”

Feeling emboldened by your tension, you leaned forward just a fraction, closing the space between you two again. “I’m not afraid of you, Sam,” you declared, the words coming out with a playful bite, pulling your old personas of rivalry into a new territory that was somehow easier to navigate grounded in this warmth and shared comfort.

“But, in that case,” he said, leaning in as well, lips curving into a smirk, “you might want to brace yourself.”

A surge of excitement coursed through you as you felt the playful challenge hanging in the air. The dynamic had shifted so decidedly from your past encounters, intertwining the comfort of camaraderie with the thrill of newfound exploration. As you teetered on the precipice of uncertainty, there was an undeniable chemistry shared in those moments, a fire igniting between you as your words danced like flames in a gentle summer breeze.

“Bring it on,” you whispered back, heart pounding at the thrill of the shift. The night felt electric again; the stakes had transformed into something deliciously unpredictable, eager for the two of you to navigate the terrain of what came next.

You both lingered there, on the brink of something new, laughter and teasing biting at the edges, enveloped in warmth, words igniting the very spark that had drawn you together in the first place. It was a heady mix of everything you had been, and everything you could become, wrapped in the bittersweet tension of your shared history and the promise of an exhilarating future yet unwritten.

YES YES YES

THIS. THIS. THIS. THISS

I am a BIG Five Nights at Freddy’s enjoyer, so when Security Breach came out, my first thought was, omg, Josh would make a great Sundrop!! I mean wouldn't he be the best daycare attendant?

So, I hope you enjoy Sundrop Josh ❤️

He is my Master ~ Josh Kiszka x Boy!Reader

Josh Kiszka x Boy!reader

This is a Josh x Boy!reader in a established relationship.

18+ !!!!!! DNI!!!!!!

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m rec) fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe pls) , some fluff, facefucking, spanking, minor degradation, minor choking, bratty reader. please let me know if i missed anything.

A/n: We felt like the Josh boys deserve some love too so this is a collaboration between me and my bestie @ashlee-noothermaster <3

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

You knew that you'd been teasing Josh far too much this evening. Clinging to him all night as if you were attached to him, your hands wandering a bit too far at times. You could blame it on the few glasses of champagne you’ve had but you both knew that wasn't the case. 

By the time the evening was coming to an end you were more than tipsy, giggling all the way to the car, still clinging onto your man. 

“C'mon sweet boy, let's get you into the car,” Josh held onto you as you both headed to his jeep.

Your hands kept wandering to the bit of skin peeking out from the hem of his shirt, tickling him a little as you trailed your fingers against it.

“Watch it, pretty boy…” Josh warned, his voice dropping an octave, “Don't start something you aren't ready to finish.”

“Watch what?” You reply, a snarky tone lacing your words, “I'm not starting anything.”

You grin, knowing Josh was getting riled up by your tone.

Slamming the door to the passenger side slightly too hard you watch Josh jog around to the drivers side and jump in. The car ride home was filled with exciting tension as Josh swerved in and out of lanes driving slightly too fast, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. And you knew that in a few short minutes those same hands would be around your neck instead. You resisted the urge to tease him while he was driving, not wanting to end up off the road, but that didn't mean you weren't gonna take the edge off for yourself a little. Your hand moved from your thigh to the middle of your pants where you were already visibly aroused. You could see the moment Josh realized what you were doing, causing him to huff out a strangled growl. He sped up just a little more, his jaw clenching as he let out an annoyed sigh.

The car comes to a halt and before you can realize what is happening Josh has already taken a hold of the hand that you are using to palm yourself. ‘’Other hand,’’ he says as he reaches over to grab it. You keep your hand away from him, giving him only a smug smile. “What if I don't want to?” You ask, watching as he raised an eyebrow up at your increasing attitude. 

He unbuckled himself and reached over to grab your other hand, his voice coming out in a growl, “I'm gonna wrap these,” he begins, taking the beads from around his neck, “around your wrists, and you're gonna sit there and look pretty like a good boy. I'd be very upset if you broke them, so you better not even try to get them off.” 

Not wanting to break the beads binding your hands together, you reluctantly sat in your seat, staying good for him the rest of the drive home. As soon as Josh was parked, he was out of the car and opening the passenger side door to usher you into the house.

The second you were both in the door, his mouth was on yours, slamming you against a wall as his hands fisted your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his hips to you, his cock brushing yours through your clothes. “On your knees, pretty boy,” Josh growled into your ear, nipping it for good measure.

You slowly sank down, though, it was apparently too slow for Josh. He gripped your shoulder tight, pushing you to the floor. “That’s quite enough playing for tonight, pretty boy.”

Josh unbuttoned his pants and hastily pushed them to his thighs, his cock springing out and nearly hitting you in the cheek. You were always glad your boyfriend went commando most nights, and tonight was no exception.

Josh grabbed his cock and tapped it against your cheek signaling for you to open your mouth, but when all he got back as a tiny kiss to the flush head of his cock he grabbed your throat harshly with his free hand. When you let out a surprised gasp, Josh took the opportunity to shove his cock all the way in and as you suppress a gag he begins relentlessly thrusting. ‘’You ought to think twice before acting like a brat. As if I don’t praise the fucking ground you walk on on a daily basis,’’ Josh growled while fucking your face. ‘’ You are going to be a good fucking boy and take what I give you.’’ Tears had started to form in the corner of your eyes at his relentless pace. He wiped them away with a smug, breathy chuckle, his pace never slowing.

In the blink of an eye Josh had removed himself from your mouth, ‘’ Go to our room, get naked and get on the bed. Ass up,’’ He said while walking away. Though this time you did not dare to disobey him, and as you scrabbled to get upstairs, you heard him in the kitchen doing god knows what. 

You hurriedly removed your clothes, eager for what awaited you when Josh returned. You couldn't help but reach down and wrap a hand around your aching cock, giving it a few pumps to relieve yourself. You were face down on the bed, not paying attention as Josh slowly came back upstairs.

“Well,’’ he darkly chuckled. ‘’What do we have here?”

Josh's voice startled you, and you let go of your cock, turning to face the doorway. “I- um, I was-” He just shook his head, his curls bouncing a little with the movement, “Tsk, tsk… I thought you were finally gonna be good for me, my pretty boy. I guess I haven't done a good enough job of training you.” He made his way to the bed, pulling you over his lap. You knew what was coming next, and it only made you ache more.

“Now, you're gonna count after each spank I give you. If you mess up, I’ll start over. I think… ten swats, five on each cheek. Sound fair?” He said lightly running his hand over your back down to your ass. 

“Y-yes, Josh,” you mumbled into the bedsheets. He grabbed you by the hair, lifting your head enough for you to look up at him.

“That's not what you call me, pretty boy,” he growled, “You know what you're supposed to call me.” You swallowed, and responded, “Yes, Master.”

Josh smiled, “Good boy. Now, you better keep count.” He raised his hand, before bringing his palm down on your right cheek. It stung, but in a way that made your cock leak in Josh's lap.

“Ah! O-one!” You whimpered, eager for the next one. Josh didn't wait long after the first one to follow up with more, giving your tender skin a quick rub between each smack.

By the time he reached nine, you already were nearing your peak. “C-close… hold on…” you stuttered, not wanting to finish so soon. Josh stopped for a moment, and you breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived, though, as he spoke up, “Then cum. I think you can handle it,’’ he spat.  And before you could get a word out, his hand came down twice as hard.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting go if you tried. Your whole body tensed up as you came in Josh's lap, your head swimming from the pain and pleasure. You barely registered Josh rolling you back into the bed, still coming down from your high. When you heard the familiar click of the lube cap, you managed to glance behind you, watching as Josh poured some into his hand.

“What? You think you're the only one getting off tonight? You can be a good boy and get me off with that perfect ass of yours,” Josh gripped your hip with one hand, pushing a lubed finger into you without warning. The stretch felt amazing, but it was so soon after you came that it was nearly too good. It didn't take long for Josh to open you up, especially with how relaxed your body was after just cumming. There was some shuffling, and then Josh was lining himself up and pushing in.

“F-fuck, you feel so good, my sweet boy…” Josh groaned as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed against your ass. You felt so full, and could feel your cock stirring again underneath you. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled out slowly, then slammed back in. You knew there'd be bruises tomorrow, and it just made your cock harden further. Josh set an intense rhythm, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. His mouth hung open and gruff moans spilled out, merging with your own breathy whines to create some kind of sinful symphony. You knew he was getting close as his thrusts faltered, unable to keep up the rhythm.

One of his hands left your hip and moved up to your throat, gripping it from behind and cutting off your air supply. “Gonna fucking cum!” He growled into your ear, “and you're gonna give me one more orgasm too.” You shook your head as he releases your throat enough for you to take in a gulp of air and speak, “I- I can't…”

“Yes you can. And you will,” Josh released your throat and wrapped his hand around your cock instead, jerking you off in time with his thrusts, “You're gonna cum for me. Cum for your master.”

It was like a switch flipped, and you were suddenly cumming into Josh's hand, tears streaming down your face as pleasure wracked your body. Josh wasn't far behind, thrusting once, twice, then stilling as he filled you up. You collapsed onto the bed as he carefully pulled out.

“You were so good for me, sweet boy… I'm gonna go start a bath, alright?” Josh whispered as he cupped your cheek in his hand. You nodded and mumbled out an, “okay,” so he stood and headed to the bathroom. 

You barely registered hearing the bath start, him helping you to the bath, or even getting into the tub. When the haze finally started to clear up, you were laying against his chest as the warm water soothed your sore body.

“How are you doing, darling? Feel okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Mhm… never better,” you reply, a smile adorning your face.

You had wanted Josh to let loose for a while now, and you always got what you wanted in the end.

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The end <3

Need Some Healing

Need Some Healing 

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Reader

Summary: After a busy weekend, Josh needs a little extra bit of attention and relaxation.

Warnings: Pain medicine, Feet (I’m sorry lmao)

Word Count: 1.7k

You opened the door to your hotel room and were instantly greeted by a complete mess of a room. You left Josh alone for literally twenty minutes and somehow he managed to tear the entire hotel room to shreds. 

The door to the bathroom was wide open and steam from the shower fogged up every reflective surface in the room. The smell of Josh’s body wash filled the air. You peeked into the bathroom and turned on the fan to spy a trail of Josh’s clothes, towels, and shower products leading from the bathroom to the hotel bed.

You followed the trail around a corner, kicking disregarded clothes and towels that were on the floor out of the way, to see Josh in just a pair of boxers, face down in bed. His hair was still damp from the shower and he was shutting his eyes hard.

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Hungry For More...

Danny/M!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (mrec), coming in pants, hair pulling

If there was one thing that got Danny worked up, it was letting him get on his knees and give you head.

Tonight was no different.

You could tell the second he got home that he was aching for it, his hands never leaving your skin as you finished dinner. There was a primal need in the way he touched you, a desperation that simmered beneath the surface as he guided you towards the bedroom as soon as you both finished eating.

"What's got you all worked up Danny? Hmm?" You ask as he backs you up to the bed. You let yourself sit at the edge as he drops to his knees.

"Just needed you..." He mumbled, "Needed this."

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the pajama pants you wore, looking up at you to ask permission. As soon as you nodded, he pulled them down and off your legs, licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

Having been turned on ever since he got home, you were hard as a rock by this point. He scooted closer, nipping at your thighs until he finally reached your cock, licking a stripe up the side of it and taking it in his mouth.

His nose rubbed against your pubes as he deepthroated you as far as he could. Danny liked it wet and messy, and he made sure you knew it. His mouth and tongue worked with a relentless hunger, savoring the taste of your arousal as he bobbed his head up and down. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the slick noises Danny was making. He teased the vein under your head, the sensation causing you to tangle a hand in his hair.

"Fuck, Danny!" Your noises only pushed him to bring you closer to the edge, tugging on his hair every time he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

Danny himself wasn't much more put together than. you were at the moment, his cock rubbing against his sweatpants as he tried to keep from giving in and humping your leg like a dog. He could feel that he was so close already, and you tugging on his scalp wasn't doing anything but pushing him closer to that edge.

He moaned after a particularly harsh tug, and that was it for you. You gasped and came with a whine, holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm, cumming in his mouth. That proved to be the last straw for Danny too, causing him to throw his head back as much as he could, coating the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

You both caught your breath, and you soothed his hair with your hand as he rested his head on your thigh. It didn't take long for you to sit up, motioning for Danny to switch spots.

"C'mon, lemme do you next."

Danny was a bit red, "I, uh... I already..."

As soon as you realized what he meant, you felt your face heat up, and a small giggle escaped your mouth.

"Aw, you really enjoy sucking me off that much?"

Instead of answering, Danny just leaned up and captured your lips in a kiss, climbing onto the bed with you.

"I enjoy anything that involves you, (Y/N)."

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Control and Denial

Happy late birthday to my lovely @fictional-duchess it's a day late and about 7k words over what I'd originally planned, but...ya know.

As this is a gift, I will be posting two versions - Viv's version and then a Y/N version for those who prefer that.

Now here's some subby rhythm section Groupie!AU smut for you finally. Enjoy!

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Words: 13.8k

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader; Danny Wagner x Reader; smidgeon of Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner (Viv's Version)

Warnings: Language, F. Dom/M. Sub, edging, begging, bondage, crying, gagging, slight spitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), threesome

Rated: Explicit

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It wasn’t often that you got so pissed off at the boys that you didn’t want them to touch you.

If they pissed you off, usually, they tried to make up for it with sweet words and thoughtful gifts, and if those didn’t work - sweet release beneath their tongue or fingers or…other body parts. But when they hit just the right nerve, sometimes, you thought about telling them to drop you off at the nearest airport and going back to what your life had been like before Greta.

They’d all been snippy with each other for days - too many shows, not enough time, and not enough space. It was bunks and then green rooms, communal spaces and then shared stages. Not to mention the frustration that came with four men, one you, and no way other than headphones to block out the sounds when it wasn’t their turn.

So yeah. High tensions.

But it all came to a head when Sam and Danny had gotten into it for some unknown reason - one minute they were existing peacefully, and the next, they were throwing insults like confetti, which turned to fists (which you’d told them to knock it off - but had they listened? No.) that spilled hot coffee all over your lap.

They’d been apologetic immediately, scurrying around frantically trying to find a towel and some cold water, but you locked them out of the green room bathroom after you hobbled to it, thankful that this one had a shower that you could cool your burning skin in. They were lucky it was coffee that was hot, but not hot hot, and your skin had turned red but hadn’t stayed the color.

Still - you were pissed. Which kinda sucked, seeing as you’d planned a nice night for Sam - it was his night and had, by some chance and some lucky stars for Sammy, fallen on a PR outing to some shmancy restaurant/club hotel thing with this big, fancy ballroom that they were set to have a photoshoot in the next morning before it was back on the bus. But it was a night not moving and you’d been looking forward to all the fun you were supposed to have.

But now you weren’t in the mood for that fun, and you made a point of it by staying firmly on Jake’s side - not making eye contact with either member of the rhythm section and even going as far as to walk away when you saw Danny coming towards you with a conciliatory drumstick (as if you didn’t have full access to them all the time).

“Darling,” Josh murmured in your ear, walking back to the cars from the venue - late enough that security had kept all fans away from the area, “I know it’s Sam’s night, but if you don’t want to sleep with him, you can always stay with me.”

You knew he wasn’t offering in hopes of getting laid (well, not primarily, rather) - he was just very much in-tune with how it felt to be pissed at the people in his band.

So you smiled and leaned your head into him in affection, and said, “Thanks, Joshy. But it’s fine. Just a small…change in plans, but I still have some ideas for the night.”

And you did. You would still have your fun.

Everyone piled onto the bus, one after another, and you planted yourself in the lounge on a padded bench right across from the couch that Sam was sat on. And then it wasn’t so much as catching his eye than it was meeting them - his gaze had been locked onto you all night, apologetic and curious.

With Jake and Josh flanking you and Danny on the other side of the bus near where they kept their records, you smiled and tapped Jake gently on the knee. He turned your way and raised a brow at your innocently mischievous expression, but said, “Whatcha need, sweetness?”

You laughed at the nickname - not quite fitting for what you had in mind, but would need the twins’ help with. With one last glance to a now very curious Sam, you put your lips at Jake’s ear, cupping your hand around it so that Sam couldn’t catch even a breath of what you said. “I have a plan, but I need you and Josh’s help.”

After you had relayed your plan, Jake snickered and rolled his eyes. “Fitting, I guess. And doable. Not easy, though - so you owe us,” he warned, and you winked.

“Name your price any day of the week, handsome,” you flirted before turning to Josh and asking of him the same service. He, like Jake, laughed at the plan and readily agreed, because no one in this band was going to turn down a plan like the one you’d come up with.

Sam was suspicious. “So what? You’re just gonna abandon me and shove secret plans in my face all night?” he complained light-heartedly. You knew he didn’t want to seem desperate, but his need to know everything and limitless curiosity was bothering him big time.

“Oh, Sammy,” you smiled sweetly, “I’m not gonna abandon you. I did say tonight was your night, didn’t I?”

And even though the words that came out of your mouth should have been a relief, you could see the suspicion deepen in Sam’s face. “I don’t trust that,” he said, and the twins sputtered.

“You shouldn’t,” they both grinned at the same time.

Once you got to the hotel, you left the boys to have a promotional/celebratory drink at the bar and headed to what would be you and Sam’s room for the night, making sure the man himself saw you slip away.

But you knew he wouldn’t get away with leaving early, considering that it was one measly drink and half-hour social before they could go to their rooms, so you knew you had at least that much time to prepare for the night.

You actually had time to spare - ending up on your phone when you heard the lock beep to alert you to a new person coming into the room. As Sam stepped in, the only light coming from the table lamp, you paid him no heed, instead letting him come to you.

And he did. He kicked his sandals off and immediately climbed onto the mattress, wide palms running up your thighs and grabbing at you, trying to get your attention. “Viv?” he tried. When you didn’t answer him and continued to stay glued to your phone, he upped his efforts. Dropping down to his stomach, he pried your legs apart, kissing your inner thighs through the thin fabric of the loose zip-up pants you’d donned. “Viv,” he cajoled, “I know you can hear me.”

“And?”

The shortness of your words must have startled him, because he tensed up and drew back, hesitantly gazing at your face. “Are you - are you still angry? Because if you are, I get it. Just, let me know and I can have Jake or Josh come get your stuff.”

You finally put your phone down. “What about Danny?”

That made his brows furrow, perhaps in confusion, perhaps in annoyance. “Well, I just thought - if you were still mad at me, then you’d still be mad at him, too.” And you shrugged agreeably.

“I guess,” you said simply before drawing yourself up to your knees, shuffling towards Sam until you were face to face. “I’m not going anywhere else. I wasn’t lying - it’s your night.” A hint of relief appeared in his expression - softened features and a release of the tightness around his lips. “But I’m not letting you off easy. Strip down to your boxers and get on that chair.”

When Sam realized what kind of night it was going to be, you were sure he was questioning what kind of a punishment your taking charge was, but you weren’t about to let him in on your little plan, so you just let him think his night was gonna be easy.

He did as he was told, lowering himself into the rolly chair that came with the room, and you went to stand in front of him, the tie from the hotel robe fisted in a hand you held behind your back. “Good boy,” you praised, and you saw Sam’s Adam’s apple bob from your place above his eyeline. “Now, put your hands underneath the armrest - just like that, there you go,” you said softly, padding to the other side of the chair. “I’m gonna tie you up now, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied breathily. “I’m ready.”

You worked silently, concentrating on the knots you had just been studying on your phone. You’d thought about tying his ankles together, too, but ultimately decided against it for ease of movement. Once Sam was good and tied to the chair, you slid your palms up his arms, gently tugging on the ends of his hair. He let his head fall back and met your eyes from upside down.

“Kinda feels like a Spiderman kiss,” he said with a grin.

You left him there, going back to the bed to get on your phone again. “Well, not if I don’t kiss you, it doesn’t.”

“Don’t tease me,” Sam whined, pulling against his binds. “That was mean.”

The glare you fixed him with was unimpressed and dry. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. You wanna know teasing?” You shook your head. “You’ll know it by the end of the night.”

“...You’re really gonna leave me tied up?”

“Yep,” you said casually. “We’re still waiting.”

The chair rattled as Sam pulled again, wheels scooting an inch. “We?” Sam asked distractedly. You really hoped you’d done the ties well enough he wouldn’t be able to undo them. “Waiting for what?”

There was a commotion out in the hallway, and a shock of anticipation and excitement shot through you. “That,” you said wolfishly, getting up and opening the door. Peeking out into the hallway, you laughed and covered your mouth as you watched Jake and Josh running down the carpet, pushing another rolly chair as fast as they could.

And in that rolly chair, a very angry, very confused, very shirtless Danny, cursing the twins to high heavens and making a racket not becoming of the fancy hotel.

“You fucking idiots! Let me go! You can’t just jump me in my own bedroom and not tell me why!” But then Danny caught sight of you, leaning with a smirk against Sam’s door, and his eyes narrowed as he began to connect the dots. “Was this what you guys were talking about to each other on the bus?”

“Yup,” Josh said, cheerfully meeting your eyes as they slowed in front of you. “Where do you want the goods?” he asked in a mock-whisper and with an exaggerated wink.

You laughed, gesturing into the room and stepped aside as Josh pushed Danny past, the latter giving you a stink eye. You were surprised that no one had poked their heads out of their rooms. Jake lingered outside the door with you.

“So I hear we’re going to be compensated for this act of service?” he cajoled, and you gave him a little kiss.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Did he give you a lot of trouble?”

There was another yell from the room and then Josh came out, hobbling as he rubbed his shin. “Fucker just kicked me in the shin,” he pouted.

Jake nodded to Josh’s ailment and then back to you. “If that gives you any idea, it was worse when he figured out we were tying him down. It took both of us, but we’re—”

“Small but mighty,” you giggled.

Josh poked you in the sides and said, “Watch who you’re calling small!”

Knowing you had two tied up men in the room, you were eager to get back in to start the night, so you patted the twins on the chest and turned. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I have some business to attend to. Thanks for all your help, guys.”

“We’re always down to rough and tumble,” Jake teased. “But remember we still need them, as annoying as they can be.”

“I heard that!” Sam’s voice carried out of the room and made his brothers laugh, but soon they were separated by the closed doors. You didn’t want to dally about anymore.

Approaching the two, both of whom had swiveled their chairs towards you, you wondered if not binding their feet was a mistake and clucked your tongue. “Well, look at what we have here,” you said, clearly gleeful at the situation. “Do you like my surprise?”

Both men gave you an unimpressed glare. “Sucky surprise,” Sam mumbled. “He was the one who got us in trouble in the first place.”

This, of course, did not sit well with Danny. “You’re such a baby,” he griped, and you felt like you were watching two kids in the principal’s office. It didn’t fit the mood you were going for at all.

So, you changed it.

“Sammy already knows that tonight is going to require some patience,” you cut in, raising your brows at each of them in turn. They quieted once you spoke, aware that your tone had changed from gleeful to something a little more interesting - something a little more attention-grabbing. “But will you figure it out on your own, Danny? I wouldn’t want the playing field to be uneven,” you pouted sarcastically.

Danny jerked in his chair and bit back a frown. He obviously wanted to do something about the ‘playing field’, and his inability to do so frustrated him. “Pretty girl,” he mused from his place, tied up on the chair and with a wicked glint in his eye, “you’re not going to keep me tied up.”

The way he stated it as fact instead of as a question really pushed your buttons. Him and his control issues. But honestly, it was probably for the better - after all, a strengthened resolve would come in handy when you started craving the men in front of you.

So you kissed him, a bit of a scratchy stubble littering parts of his cheeks, and pulled away as soon as he surged forward for more. “You’re not in charge right now, Danny.” You saw his jaw clench and he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?”

It was a mind game at this point. And if Danny and Sam weren’t still a little pissed at each other, the two joining teasing, audible forces would likely have had you on your knees within minutes and no amount of resolve would have changed that. Sam and his (consensual) teasing sexual manipulation combined with Danny’s authority would be hard to resist.

But you weren’t gonna tell them that. If they figured it out on their own, you always had some material you were sure you could gag them with.

With a sharp pat on the face that gave you entirely too much satisfaction, you walked away. “Yeah. You or Sam. If we’re gonna put labels on it, then I’m the one in charge.”

You took your seat on the bed, and saw Sam determinedly still trying to untie your knot, but when he saw you looking at him, he grinned. “You think you can handle that, baby? You think you have what it takes to be in charge?” His smile turned wicked. “Because last time I checked, you were better at being a good girl doing what she was told.”

With a roll of your eyes, you flicked your jeans open, toying with your zipper in a way that drew both men's attention. “What a douchebag thing to say. Not to mention a little offensive,” you shot back with little conviction behind the offense. But there was. Conviction, you meant. Was that really what they thought? “And coming from you, Pillow Princess Sam, you should know I’m just as good at taking control as I am giving it up.”

Danny snorted at that, murmuring, “Pillow Princess…” under his breath, and Sam shot him a glare before turning toward you again, this time with a pretty expression on his face - hooded Bambi eyes and fluttering lashes and a demure smile.

“You’re right, baby. I’m so sorry - I shouldn’t underestimate you. Untie me and maybe we can show Danny just how fun being a pillow princess can be?”

And as tempting as that was, you were quite enjoying the power you had right now. “No,” you said, finally unzipping your pants and peeling them off your legs, letting your thighs spread in a deliberate show for the boys’ taking. “No, see, here's the thing. That coffee hurt this morning. I had to wear Jake’s sweats to a show I’d planned on looking hot for so that I could tease you,” you pointedly stared at Sam, “into fucking me real well tonight with a room and everything.”

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off your bare thighs, your panties sufficiently covering up anything important. “Baby, you looked hot anyways, and I can still fu–”

“Shut up,” you snapped sharply. Sam looked like he wanted to protest, but he met your eyes curiously and obediently shut his mouth. You knew he’d grow tired of following directions, but you’d deal with that later. Right now, you had some sort of sixth sense that the other man wouldn’t be quite so accommodating or receptive to your demands.

Sure enough, as soon as it was clear Sam wasn’t gonna finish his thought, Danny chimed in - testing his line. “Baby, don’t be rude. He was just offering to give you what you want - you’ve already been such a brat tonight with these ties and everything, do you really want to dig your grave any deeper?” Him and his words - you swore, perhaps coming on tour with them as their live-in groupie was not the move when it came to his power-complex in the bedroom. You were spoiling him, and perhaps it was time to stop. “Come over and untie me, and we can show Sam just how hard you like to be dicked down.”

You got up from your place on the bed and moved towards Danny, who obviously thought his authoritative tone and crude words had done the trick as you lowered yourself lightly onto his lap. He smiled at you, sickly sweet and sort of patronizing, but as he opened his mouth to say something, you took a page out of his book and slapped your hand over his mouth, perhaps harder than necessary, and watched in amusement as a shocked expression took over his face.

He really hadn’t seen this side of you, not with him. Sam chuckled at the change in Danny’s face, and Danny tried to shoot him another dirty look, but you made sure to keep his eyes on you. “No. Look at me. Look at me,” you demanded again when Danny still tried to turn his head. When he finally settled on your eyes, his hooded and dark with lust and bold impudence, you returned that too-sweet smile he’d given you. “You guys hurt me this morning. Not on purpose, but you did because you were each trying to be the big-man macho-dude and you kinda ruined my day.”

One of your hands snuck down to slip underneath your panties, and you let out an exaggerated sigh when your finger circled your clit. Sam swallowed audibly and tried to say, “Baby, we said we were sorr–”

But once again, you cut him off. “I told you to shut it, Samuel. Don’t make me gag you.” Your attention was tuned in again to Danny, who was trying to see below your hand that was still stuck to his lips. “So you’re gonna learn a little bit about listening and I’m gonna make my day better. I’m gonna make myself feel good since apparently, neither of you have the ability to do that for me today. Understand?”

Danny shook his head to displace your hand, and you let him, wondering what would come out of the defiant man’s mouth. “Sure you can do that?” he snarked. “I’ve got a perfectly good dick that you can ride, baby. We both know you feel empty with just your fingers.”

As you lifted yourself off Danny’s lap, you started to pull your panties teasingly down your legs. “I think I’ll be just fine,” you said dismissively, sarcastically. Deciding to let Danny figure out your game on his own, you moved back over to the bed, unashamedly spreading your legs so that the two men could see the way you teased yourself now that you were uncovered. You removed the rest of your clothing and drank in the way they both couldn’t tear themselves away from you.

Hello, ego boost.

You continued your self-pleasure, and while you were perhaps not as wet as you could be, it was enough that you could spread it from your entrance to your clit (and from there, you knew you’d get yourself to how wet you wanted to be). “If you guys had just stopped when I told you to stop,” you complained, sighing when you eased a singular finger into yourself, “then maybe it could have been your fingers.”

You worked your finger upwards inside of you and grinded onto the heel of your hand to get the friction that was just out of reach. The night was young, and you had your vibrator on hold near you on the mattress just in case you needed a little more umph.

“Just say the word, pretty girl,” Danny said roughly, “and we’ll help you.” Sam said nothing.

You ignored him, only adding another finger. The familiar feeling of your body under your fingers quickly lulled you into a state of fervor, wanting to get there, wanting that reward. Slitting your eyes just a little bit, you saw Sam chasing the air with his hips, his dick twitching in his pants. Danny had adopted a more stubborn façade, taking deep breaths and attempting to convince…well, you? Himself? You weren’t sure, but attempting to convince someone that he was cool, calm, and collected.

“Oh,” you sighed, bringing your fingers out of your body and trailing the wet digits up your body to toy with your nipples, “I suppose you might want to touch yourselves, don’t you?” You addressed both Sam and Danny, but only Sam nodded, a little bit desperate but still following your order to shut up.

Good boy.

Danny, however, scoffed rebelliously. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Viv.” Anger laced his words - more frustrated than anything, but it was a crack in his demeanor that he refused to show physically.

And so, because of his unwillingness to play along, you acted as if he wasn’t there and sashayed over to Sam, straddling him and cupping his face so that you could pull him into a filthy kiss, letting him push his tongue into your mouth and gently taking his bottom lip into between your teeth when he pulled back. Your wet core was pressed against his boxers, settled against his hard cock and rocking in a way that had little whines escaping Sam’s lips.

Fuck those noises were heavenly. The man’s feminine appeal was not lost on you, but to bring out this side of him - so needy and wanting and willing - was like bedroom crack.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Sammy,” you crooned, grinding down with a little more force as he pushed as hard as he could up into you. Uh-oh. Strike one. “I think you’ve earned a reward.” Sam’s lips parted and his tongue poked out to wet them, but he didn’t speak. You could tell he wanted to, though. “You can speak, but the first time you try to manipulate your way out of the ties,” you threatened, leaning in close to his ear so that Danny couldn’t hear, “I’ll gag you with my fucking panties. You know I will.”

Sam shook his head, his hair brushing against your face. “I won’t, I won’t - promise,” he breathed out as he rutted into you. Strike two. “Please - please, touch me?”

“So pretty,” you praised, both his begging and his flushed face. He let out a small moan when you got off of him to hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as he lifted his hips to help until his underwear lay tangled at his ankles.

When you spit in your hand and finally took a hold of him, he threw his head back with a relieved sigh, squirming at the sensations he could not contribute much to. Other than what you gave him, his cock remained out of his reach, and you were just waiting for him to buck his hips and chase his pleasure again. You gave him no reason to at first, pumping him wetly in a quick, firm grip just as you knew he liked.

But sure enough, a few strokes later, after you loosened your grip and stilled your hand on the tip of his dick to tease all the sensitive spots there, he tried to fuck up into your fist, following the missing friction. You immediately pulled away with a tsk, leaving him begging once more.

“No, no - wait, Viv, wait please please please I’m so fucking hard,” he rasped, tugging at his binds and clenching his stomach muscles. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t move,” he tried to reason.

But you weren’t having it, instead scooting back so that his dick lay hard and untouched on his stomach, leaning to the side in the hollow of his hip, and with a half an inch of space between you and it. “You chose to learn the hard way,” you said with a huff of laughter at your pun (it was not reciprocated), “this morning when you showed me that you don’t listen to a word I say. Why would I tell you when you’re not gonna listen?”

It was patronizing - like you were talking to a Kindergartner. But your tone was lost on Sam as he was so suddenly deprived of his only form of stimulation. “Fuck, Viv, I’ll listen - just tell me what I need to do,” he requested with a promise. “I’ll do it - just - please touch me.”

“Make him beg a little more.”

The murmur of an answer didn’t come from you. It came from Danny.

Both of your heads snapped over to the man, who had quieted down when you’d turned your full attention to Sam. His gaze was unabashed - flicking from where your center sat so near to Sam’s cock to the both of you.

You painted an attractive picture, you were sure - skin against skin, desperation against resolve, all glazed, hooded eyes, flushed faces, and wandering hands (on your part, at least) - wrapped up in his best friend and his…well, you weren’t about to get into titles, but other friend.

“Shut up,” Sam told him, but the phrase sounded less hostile than intended when it came out a little breathy and gravelly from arousal. “This is my fucking night - you’re not even supposed to be here, so butt out, fuckface.”

Whether it was actually lingering aggression or just Sam biting out at Danny because he could, or out of frustration, you didn’t know, but the interaction intrigued you. You knew in the few times you’d taken them all in the same room, Danny tended to get mouthy with the other boys - trying to guide the scene in the direction that he wanted and keep that tight hold of control that he usually held with you - but you didn’t often take only two of them, or three (it was one or all, usually). This confidence that he had in trying to control the scene for the both of you even from his position - and even more, Sam pushing back and actually egging the conversation on - was a little new.

Danny cocked his head. “I fuck other people’s faces, not the other way around. And those were not very nice words, pillow princess.”

“Maybe if you got your dick out of your own ass you could enjoy someone else’s for once,” Sam snarked back, and it kinda felt like you had faded to the background in favor of their back and forth arguing. So much for the ego boost.

Danny scoffed, “Like I don’t get fucked over by you three enough day to day–”

You finally had enough of it. Stalking over to the bed, you grabbed your panties and turned around to the men, who were split between eye-fucking you and eye-rolling at each other. “The next one to speak gets fucking panty-gagged.”

There was no room for protest in your words, and Sam shut up reluctantly, but Danny, just as you expected, pushed his boundary, scoffing and opening his mouth as if to talk, but only letting out a huff of air at the end that was followed by a shit-eating grin.

“Cheeky,” you sneered mockingly. He shrugged, eyes still telling you just how much he was enjoying this, and how much it was actually turning him on. “Now, rules are rules. You’ll figure them out eventually.” Your words were evil - almost guaranteeing a very long night for both men as they figured out exactly what you expected. “But this is fun! Like a search and find puzzle. Or BINGO, but bedroom edition.”

You settled back onto the bed and drew your vibrator from underneath the other pillow, smirking in Danny’s direction. He was very much acquainted with the toy, but not on this side of the fence. “Neither of us like those kinds of games,” Danny said roughly, eyes tracking the silicone that was obviously taking him back to the last time it was used. “Can we see what’s behind door number 2?”

Turning the toy on, a low buzzing filled the room. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you sighed, turning the vibrations to your clit. “Fuck. I really wish this was one of you. But you just can’t seem to catch the drift.” Except, you were aware that Sam was trying his best, and had realized his mistake last time. So instead of enjoying your pleasure alone, and curious how it would affect Sam, you turned the vibrator off again, wandering back over to him. “Care to share?”

He hummed, catching a nipple in his mouth and dragging his tongue across it. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, babe.”

His answer lit a fire inside you. God, why didn’t you take the reins more often? “Good answer,” you breathed as you pressed the power button once again.

Sam yelped from underneath you, jumping at the initial sensation of the vibe that was nestled against your core, and subsequently, where Sam’s balls met his shaft. At first, you weren’t sure if he was trying to squirm away or push closer, but the choked sounds and ragged breathing led you to believe it may have been the latter.

“See what good boys get?” you asked breathlessly, face turned towards Danny’s with a relaxed expression of pleasure making your eyes flutter.

But Danny refused to relent. “Be a good girl, and I can give you so much more.”

You ignored him and turned back to where you and Sam were pressed against the same toy and whined right along with him as you stroked yourself, higher and higher until it hit your clit and his head, both of you rocking into the vibrations. Your sweat mingled together when you aligned your foreheads together, sharing the same air.

The ‘three strikes’ concept was pushed to the side for just a moment while you focused on your own pleasure instead of the game. Sam seemed caught up as well as he used his legs to move himself, and it wasn’t until you looked down to where you were so close but not quite touching and saw the pearls of precome that were building at the tip of his cock that you realized you were getting away from yourself.

Fuck, you couldn’t let him have too much fun. But it was becoming more and more appealing to throw away your previous grudge and indulge in Sam’s body, but dammit you had a point to prove.

“Sorry, Sammy,” you whispered, truly apologetic, as you pulled away.

But he caught you with his teeth - sinking them into the muscle above your collarbone, and you cried out, goosebumps erupting all over your body from that point of contact. The sudden bite shocked you out of the façade you’d donned for the evening and made you keen, high and loud. That was gonna leave a big mark. “Don’t leave me,” Sam begged softly, murmuring the plea into your skin while he soothed that which he had bitten with his tongue. “What did I do wrong this time? I didn’t speak, I didn’t…I tried not to move,” he ventured, even though you both knew very well that he hadn’t been trying all that hard. “I just - I - please, tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.”

You wished you’d gagged him, because those words of his would be your downfall.

Turning the vibrator off was a loss for both of you, but you managed to keep your noise of dissent in, while Sam let out a soft grunt that trailed into a more hopeful whine when you lined him up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against you with just enough pressure to start the slide in, but never completing it - instead running your wetness down his shaft and repeating the actions.

“Sweetheart, please. You’re so fucking close, and I know you want to. I know you want to sit down, take me in, make us both feel so good,” Sam urged gently, keeping his feet firmly on the ground. He was leaning into you, pressing wet kisses in between words. “We can work so well together, sweetie - all you gotta do is–”

You felt like crying with how much you wanted exactly what he was feeding you. And he sounded so sweet and genuine and fucking needy it took everything in you not to give in. “Sammy,” you whined, voice higher and attempting to match him on his level of desperation, “Sammy, please. I can’t, baby. Not right now. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just be a good boy for me.” And seeing as you were in the position of power here, you shouldn’t have been begging. But something about him made you want to break character and be gentle and soft, like he was fragile even though you knew he wasn’t.

Sam groaned in frustration, but nodded nonetheless. Just as you started to come back into your role, a small, tortured groan came from Danny’s direction, and you saw that he must have really liked something he saw, because his bottom lip was bitten raw, and he leered lasciviously at the two of you. And knowing his dominant tendencies behind closed doors, watching you both dissolve into begging each other simultaneously for relief in two ways that contradicted each other, all whines and whimpers and bittersweet anguish, was probably a dream come true for him.

“You think you’re doing something, ignoring me over here,” he said, having scooted towards the bed so that he could put his feet up in a clear sign of disrespect, “but all I’ve gotten is a free show and time to work out just how to get out of these ropes. What’s gonna happen when I do, hmm?”

You snapped out of whatever funk Sam had lured you into and abruptly got off his lap, swiping Danny’s legs off the bed. He was really pushing back - which was what you expected, but hadn’t really taken into account at the same time. He was a stubborn man when it came to bedroom activities, but you’d expected him to catch on and desire release more than his pride.

Obviously, you were wrong.

“You still won’t get shit,” you said sweetly, faces close as you wheeled him back away from the bed. “But I guess you’ll have the choice to stay and watch Sam and I fuck or leave with the knowledge that we could’ve had so much fun if you’d just stop being an ass.”

Stupidly, you realized your position too late - leaning so far in that all it took was one of Danny’s legs wrapping around you to lurch you forward, your hands slipping on the chair arms as you fell into him.

His lips were nestled right by ear as he held you to him unyieldingly, those stupid-attractive thick thighs clearly not just for show. “Who says I’m not already having fun? You and Sammy over there are the ones trying so damn hard not to break.” He raised his voice a little so that it carried over to the other man in the room. “He had you right where I would have wanted you had I been in his position, and yet he folded, so quickly when he was so close to getting what he wanted.”

He grinned as he finished, releasing you from his hold as Sam blinked himself out of his state of arousal to snap back, “Well, it’s not about me. Not that you’d understand that. And I’d rather my dick fall off my body if it wipes that stupid grin off your face.”

Apparently, that was exactly was Danny was shooting for, that irritation from his best friend, because if anything, his grin only got bigger, and he licked his lips, eyes flicking between the both of you. “See, you’re wrong, Sammy. As usual. How could I be thinking of myself when I know it’s what she wants? What she needs?” You’d had enough of him. Already annoyed at yourself for getting wet at his words and at that awful (-ly hot) arrogance, you searched for your fallen panties on the bed, balling them up in your fist as Danny continued. “Maybe she takes authority with you - we all know you need it - but I know that what she really wants–” he wouldn’t see the gag coming, too engrossed in riling Sam (and himself, and you) up, “--and that’s to be used and led around by her fucking cunt in the bedroom. She’s trying to fill a role she isn’t shaped for - and I am very unselfishly offering to break her like you can’t, like she wants to be brok–”

The rest of his filthy sentence was interrupted by a muffled yell when you took advantage of how he couldn’t seem to shut his mouth and shoved your panties between his lips. He tried to say something around the fabric, but it was nearly unintelligible and you didn’t care to find out what he was trying to say.

“Oh sorry,” you said, fake apology dripping saccharine from your words, “I can’t really understand you.” Sam laughed, and you almost rolled your eyes because what you’d said wasn’t that funny. His ego must have been suffering, though, and you were sure any opportunity he had to build it back up, he would take. You ignored him, still, opting instead to tsk at Danny, staring down at his tented pants. “That has to hurt by now,” you cooed, crouching down and spreading his thighs apart with your body. It was such a fucking rush, being in this position you so often found yourself in, but with the power dynamics switched. “It would be a shame if we just…left it alone.”

Danny’s hips twitched toward the finger you teasingly trailed up his knee, to his thigh, narrowing inward until you jumped across his covered cock. More muted statements from his mouth that you ignored completely until the sound of spitting and puffing came from its direction.

Oh absolutely the fuck not.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, you yanked his hair back with the other and pressed a knee roughly flush against his dick - like a threat. A high moan that you weren’t sure you’d ever heard come out of his mouth seeped through the fabric of your panties and to your ears, igniting a shiver that started in your fingers and ran through your body.

You liked that noise. You really liked it.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I manhandle you?” He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. You felt his yes in the way his dick was twitching against you. Saw it in the way his eyelids fluttered and struggled to stay open. Leaning in to break character and whisper, you said, “Remember, red if you don’t like something. Or stomp your foot three times.” Then you were right back in character, tightening your grip on his thick locks and grinding your thigh into him. “If you spit that gag out, I’m not kidding when I say you won’t lay a single fucking finger on me for the next year. Now, pretty boy,” you mocked, “I hope you’ve realized that I know what I want and I know what I need. And since you still want to be a mouthy little bitch, you can watch me fuck myself on Sammy’s cock and take our pretty little pillow princess apart.”

The moment would have been perfect if Sam hadn’t found his bratty streak again. “Thank god and thank you, Daniel, for your big mouth. Finally fucking useful for once.”

Filled with the fire and power you’d started with again, you whipped around, a lovely little croak of a noise sneaking out of Danny as the movement pressed your kneecap harder against Danny’s dick, putting him on edge.

“You shut up unless you want me to walk right the fuck out of here and leave you and Danny to stare at each other, tied-up and hard and helpless and pathetic and all by yourselves.” And what an interesting picture that painted for you. But you wouldn’t actually go through with the threat. Not tonight. Not while you were trembling a little bit still, yearning for touch and release as if you’d denied yourself for a month instead of a minute.

Sam bit his lip as if the idea wasn’t completely abhorrent to him, either. You’d always suspected he had a little masochistic streak. But still, it wasn’t what he wanted right now. “No. No, I’m sorry, Viv,” he gulped. “I don’t want that. I want you. I want to touch you and please you.” His eyes grew wide and moony, and he wet his pouty bottom lip. “I wanna be your good boy.”

You left Danny to his own devices again. All this back and forth had you feeling like a ping pong game, but one where the ball did whatever the fuck she wanted and the players were firmly under her thumb.

And despite his outburst against Danny, you were still stuck on how sweet he’d sounded, imploring you to stay and asking for whatever you were willing to give him.

He had been a good boy, especially compared to Danny. And the night had to move along, as much as you were enjoying this. So, locking eyes with him, you took his chin in your hands, directing his gaze upwards. “Yeah? You wanna be my good boy?”

He nodded fervently, growing hair bouncing into his face as he promised sincerely, “I’ll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll be quiet, I won’t move - I can be your little fucktoy, Viv - I can, I can, promise.”

You groaned, the offer just too good. With him looking at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars, his dick hard and leaking against him, and your own arousal pumping through your veins - you had no qualms lining him up with you and sinking down as he murmured affirmation after affirmation in verses against your flushed skin, quieting when your hips came to rest flush against his.

“Mmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, starting a slow rock that turned it into a moan, “Jesus, Sammy. You make such a good toy for me, sweetheart, just like you promised.” He nodded, knowing he wasn’t allowed to speak, instead using his mouth for better endeavors - taking in his shaky breaths, sucking your nipples into his mouth so that they could slide against his tongue in the same rhythm you bounced on his dick. “Got me filled up just right, baby boy. Fuck…fuck. I take it back. I wanna hear those sweet, sweet words coming out of your mouth. Make me feel pretty, sweetheart?”

It was like you’d removed the stone to let the dam go, torrents of filthy praises spewing out of his mouth, flowing in trails between your breasts and climbing their way up your throat to fill your lungs.

“So good, Viv, so fucking good I wanna drown myself in you - god fucking damnit,” he growled, flinging his head back as you braced your thighs, tightened your core, and snapped your hips back and forth like there was an itch you could’t scratch unless you fucked yourself as fast as you could on him. “You use me so well, Viv, so good. And you’re so damn pretty, riding me like that. Your lips and hips and stomach and tits and…yeah,” he gasped, abs constricting so abruptly you felt it against you. He was trying so hard for you, the sweet thing. “Yeah, baby - you’re the prettiest thing that ever sat on my cock. That ever sat in the same fucking room as me. And I want to show you how good you are, how pretty, how much I love making you feel so good. Let me? Let me, please?”

“Fuck, you beg so pretty,” you gasped into Sam’s ear, listening to his little sounds and pleas. Every time you sat down, a sharp slap sounded into the room, and you could feel the way his legs tensed up and shifted in attempt to stop himself from fucking up into you. But he was a mess - you were certain he’d fuck up at least one more time before you were done.

A sound redirected your attention (which was quite a feat as you were rather attached to what you were currently doing) towards Danny, who looked so damn desperate you took pity on him and his muffled sounds and words. He had to be biting at the bit - or panties, more accurately - to do something.

“You want to spit those out, sweetie? Are you gonna stop mouthing off?” Danny nodded, eyes glazed over as he watched the live show in front of him. “You think you deserve it?” His throat bobbed as he met your eyes, silently asking for forgiveness with a tilt of his head forward, almost as if in deference. You hummed patronizingly. “I’m not convinced. But you know what? Maybe after a second opinion. Sammy?”

You suddenly stopped moving, keeping yourself still even as your approaching orgasm pleaded you to go the distance and finish you off. And if you had been close…well - Sammy, you were sure, had been closer.

“Darling, baby, sweetheart, no,” he wailed, realizing his mistake as soon as he pitched his hips up to bump you into action.

“Sammy baby, you leave me no choice when you don’t listen.” You pulled off of him, barely suppressing a whine yourself, and stumbled back on shaky legs to where he was tied up. “But you’ve been so sweet to me tonight, I’ll cut you some slack.” Your fingers trembled as you undid his ties from the back. “You can make me cum, your choice fingers or tongue, and we’ll re-evaluate after that. How does that sound? My pleasure in exchange for yours?”

He pulled you to the bed without another word, silencing himself with the slickness between your legs as soon as your back hit the mattress. You cried out; he knew exactly how to bring you to the peak, and took advantage of that fact. But you were naught to forget about Danny and his silent torment.

“Baby boy,” you keened, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair to bring him up on a gasp, lips glistening, tongue flicking out obscenely to lick you off his skin, “I still want your opinion. Has Danny been good enough? Should we let him talk to us? You know he won’t be quiet.” The disappointment in your tone was offset by the blatant need in Sam’s.

“I know I wouldn’t want to be quiet if I was in his position,” he admitted breathlessly. “I think he’s been good enough. And I…” He trailed off.

The strands between your fingers were silky, but damp with sweat and leftover stage product. You yanked, and he yelped pitifully, but you saw the way he ground himself into the mattress. “If I wanted to guess what you were saying, I’d have you speaking with your head still buried between my thighs. Now, what?”

There was a hesitation in his gaze that manifested in his mouth, fluttering open as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words lingering on his mind. “He’s been good enough, and I - and I don’t mind. When he talks to us.”

Heat flared across your body, your eyes cutting over to where Danny looked like he was trying desperately not to get the panties out of his mouth by any means necessary. “Spit ‘em out,” you finally permitted. Because after that little concession from Sam, how could you not?

It took a lot of sputtering, and some furious swiping at the material with his shoulder, but Danny finally got the material out of his mouth. You weren’t particularly concerned with his struggle, having guided Sam’s mouth back to you.

“Does she taste good?” Danny’s voice sounded dry, but you wouldn’t have known if it was from the gag or arousal unless the words came from his mouth. You’d still have to remember to get him some water soon.

Or you’d just give him a taste of what Sam was having. And there’d be enough wetness to go around, especially with the way Sam’s nose brushed your clit as he nodded enthusiastically, making sure he pulled out every trick in the book to bring you to completion. For someone who wasn’t the singer in the band, his tongue surely had talents of its own.

“Sweet boy, licking me out so well,” you choked out, grinding your hips against his face as you chased your pleasure. He’d definitely have to be rewarded for his efforts. With his lips playing with suction so well, but his teeth and tongue contributing to the electricity, building the energy in your body until it was like you were balancing on a live-wire, you finally retook control, leaning up on one hand while the other clutched harder at Sam’s hair to hold him in place as you used his face to take and take and take, Sam’s broken moans only adding to your pleasure. “Sammy!” you gasped, tumbling off your high and into his still-ravenous mouth.

“Keep going, Sammy. You said you wanted to make her feel good. Good boys keep their promises,” egged Danny from where he was.

It was about time you dealt with him.

Peeling Sam away from your bucking hips, you tugged him up the bed, tasting yourself on his tongue as you devastated him with a kiss and leaving him in a tizzy, hips rutting and tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Viv, I - was I good enough? Please, please tell me I was good enough, tell me I was your good boy, that I made you feel good. I need it. I need you.”

“Shh.” His cries upturned your plans. You had promised him, and you intended to let him collect. “Shh, baby. You were wonderful, you did so well and made me feel so fucking good.” He let out a relieved breath, tension dropping out of his shoulders. You’d have to trust that the two men would be okay with shared aftercare, because you were still intending them both to need it. Sammy seemed to be there already, willing to do whatever you asked of him, the poor boy. You’d have to re-evaluate Danny when you were done with Sam.

Sam held you close, hips twitching into the crease of your hip while you held him right back, wrapping your arms around him and comforting him as he deserved. “Sammy boy, my sweet, sweet, good boy. Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to ride you again? I promise I’ll let you cum this time.”

“Yes. Yes, please, please, please, please–” His mumbles disappeared in kisses, lacing your skin with heat and love and desperation so palpable in the way his fingertips rolled waves across your flesh and kept pulling you to him even when every inch of space had been taken. “If you’ll let me fuck you, I want to make you feel good again. Good boys keep their promises, right?”

Danny's words coming from between Sam’s lips was a lovely example of how well he could listen. Maybe you’d gotten through to him. “That’s right, love. But I want you to feel good.”

Sam was already gingerly taking himself in hand. “I know. I still want to fuck you, if that’s okay with you?”

You smiled and accepted him between your legs. “Yes, baby boy, it’s okay with me. Come fuck me now, sweetheart, and we can feel good together.”

“Thank you,” he whispered as he pushed into you, soft groan echoing in your ear and making your brain whir with new happy hormones. “Thank you so much, baby. You’re so good to us,” he praised as he began thrusting into you, pace already sloppy and uncoordinated.

Danny had wheeled himself over to where the action was taking place, and you saw him in your peripheral, watching as Sam worked himself into a frenzy. “So desperate, Sammy. But still remembering your manners. Viv’s got you under lock and key, doesn’t she?” His words spurred Sam on, but he was whining out his concurrence against your lips. “Does she own you, Sam?”

“Yeah,” he grated, concentrating on not losing himself. “Yeah, she owns me. Fucking - I - I wanna make you feel good,” he stated disjointedly, “but I can’t - I can’t –”

Wrapping your legs around him, you pulled him further into you. “You said I own you, right?” He nodded, panting and moving and chasing and stopping, “Then I own your cum, too, Sam. Now, I want it. Cum in me, baby boy, it’s what we both want. Give me what I want and you’ll be a good boy.”

He sobbed and couldn’t argue, couldn’t even begin to put up a fight. As soon as he had permission, he was gone - floating away on a cut string and limply letting his body control him for a few minutes as he came back with your soft words.

“Good boy. So good. Let me deal with Danny–” cue a long groan from said untouched man, “--and then I’ll come back to take real good care of you, okay?” His response was muffled in your breasts, where his face had come to rest. “What?”

“I said…can I watch?”

You laughed gently, hugging him for still being his silly, goofy self even after showing you that level of vulnerability. “Sam, he just watched you fall apart in my hands and talked to you while you did it. Of course you can watch. In fact,” you said, tapping Sam’s shoulder in an effort to get him to roll off of you, “it would only be fair if you participated a little bit, too.”

Danny had a wild look in his eye. Feral and desperate, you wanted to corner him until he surrendered, until he was the one begging for mercy. “I dunno, honey, looks like you fucked all the participation outta him.”

But Sam was quick to come back, saying, “Don’t be so sure, Daniel. And I would watch your fucking mouth if I were you.”

Danny was distracted by your lowering to your knees in front of him, swallowing hard but keeping up the game. “Why? Because - because you’d - um - because you’d do what, pillow princess?” he finally got out, breath quickening.

“It must be awfully hard keeping this attitude up,” you sighed. “But I’m getting tired of waiting for you to stop being a brat. I think it’s about time I make you.”

The threat was clear and dangerous in your voice, but seemingly hypocritical to how you tugged his pants down his legs. His groan of relief told an entire novel in itself. The rich, deep start giving away just how desperate he’d been to free his cock, and the small hiccup at the end telling you just how high his sweet sounds could go when he got what he wanted.

You were gonna make him fucking sing.

Engulfing him in your mouth, he cursed at the suddenness of stimulation, and you could only imagine the way his eyes would roll to the back of his head. You didn’t have to imagine the full-body shudder, though. You tasted that one through the drop of precome on your tongue and felt it all the way down to where his thighs shook underneath your palms.

Drawing off, and in much the same fashion as you had first done to Sam, you pumped him, hard and fast and intentional, in your hand as he squirmed and writhed under the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure. “Sam, you’re somewhat of an expert on this.”

Sam perked up from his spot still resting on the bed. “Yeah?”

“How many times should we edge our naughty Daniel tonight?”

A lick of his lips, and dark meeting of eyes between the two men - one daring the other to do something drastic and the other taking the challenge. So much tension, and then – “Let’s see…how many times did he run his big mouth?”

“Too many times to count,” you chuckled, “do you really want to be here all night?”

Sam pursed his lips. “True. Let’s settle on a good ‘ol lucky number five.”

With a quick agreement set and Danny protesting all the while, you set about round one, continuing the hard and fast jerk you had going, even locking eyes with Danny as you drooled down to where your handjob was bringing him close to the edge he’d been sitting on all night. “Let’s get there fast and furious, and then we can have our fun.”

Danny bucked into your fist with a moan, hissing, “Not our. Fucking…you. You and Sam. M’not having fun.”

Knowing that Danny was aware of the safeword, you laughed, playfully eying his erection. “Oh yeah? Huh. So you can’t control your mouth and you can’t control your cock. Not so dominant after all, are we, Danny?”

Sam’s long legs draped on either side of your shoulders, and you relaxed into the bed while you gave Danny a handjob as if it wasn’t affecting you at all. But you felt twin flames of heat running up and down your body, sizzling with the visual you had and consuming his sounds so that you didn’t miss any of his ‘I’m close’ tells.

“I don’t think it’ll matter that he can’t control his cock tonight, darling. You seem to have a good hand on that particular problem,” Sam said gleefully. You giggled at his play on words, but Danny, the sneaky bastard, took the opportunity to clench his abdomen and attempt to push himself into an orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” you clucked, immediately letting him go and watching him throb and curse. “You can’t just sneak an orgasm past me, Daniel you little brat.” Smirking evilly up at him, you said, “You’ve guaranteed I know every which way you cum with how you use me, usually. Looks like it’s coming back to bite ya in the ass, isn’t it?”

Danny huffed like a racehorse, swallowing so harshly his Adam’s apple hung suspended for a moment. He collected himself before answering you again. “There’s not a thing in this world that could make me regret having you take my cum so well, pretty girl.”

You wanted to break him. You’d seen the cracks, the fault lines in his façade, heard the shakiness in his voice, and you wanted to capitalize on that. It would be so sweet to watch him crumble. But he always caught himself before he fell, which was agonizing to you both, you were sure.

“Hmm. Well, that was only number one. We have a ways to go, and we’ll see if we can change that.” You tilted your head back to look up at Sam, who was still just watching from above you as you kneeled. “Hey, Sammy. Spit in my mouth?”

The request shocked both men, and you heard Danny’s sharp intake of breath cut through the silence like a hot knife that buried itself in your stomach - it set you up in flames. Because you knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Something about the possession and the filthiness and the depravity hit something in him that made his entire being vibrate.

So for you to throw it in his face, asking his best friend to do it right in front of him while he was helpless to do anything? Killer.

You gave Sam your best bedroom eyes, upside down and waiting for him with an open mouth, and relished in the way he gently braced his thumbs on the hinge of your jaw and guided your lips open just a little wider with the rest of his fingers on your chin. “Anything for you, Viv,” he murmured before gathering his spit behind puckered lips, leaning over you and aiming as well as he could before shooting it into your wide open embrace.

It was always strange to you, the feeling of someone else’s saliva in your mouth, but you tolerated it because it was hot, as well. And you had a very specific use for Sam’s spit in mind.

As Sam withdrew, you met Danny’s hungry gaze, mouth still hanging open obscenely, and kept it as you tipped your head forward and let it drip onto his cock, which twitched as soon as the saliva hit. “Fuck,” Danny uttered between clenched teeth.

You heard Sam groan behind you, and then his hair curtained your peripheral. “That was really fucking dirty of you, babe. Really, really fucking dirty.”

“I know,” you said cheerfully, thumbing at the sensitive ridge below Danny’s head. It didn’t bother you that your cheek was pressed against the seat of the chair as you focused your mouth on Danny’s balls. “I need you to tell me when you think he’s getting close,” you asked of Sam, as your vision would be rather compromised.

“Ok.”

There was a movie running through your mind, though, of you - on your knees, tongue and lips working to pleasure Danny - blissfully unaware of a silent war raging between the two men. Danny not wanted to beg, trying to get Sam to sympathize with him and perhaps pull an ‘oh no, I caught it too late’ and Sam taking delight in denying him.

You wouldn’t know, though, since all you could see was Danny’s cock and Danny’s balls and Danny’s thighs. Every time he tried to push into you, you bared your teeth to rest smooth on a place he did not want to feel them and eventually he settled to take what you gave.

There was a stubble beneath your tongue, and you were a little fearful that you’d get beard burn that wasn’t from a beard.

“He’s getting close, sweetheart.” Sam’s voice drifted in from above, and you wondered what it was like for him, seeing Danny like this just as you were for the first time, but unlike you, really looking at him and paying attention. “He’s trying not to let me know, but I know. I think it might be time to pull away.”

You throbbed at his words, so gentle and smooth for someone indirectly edging their best friend.

Danny’s cock disappeared once more into your mouth as you rose up, kissing the tip for fun, and then left him alone. But you were not. Left alone, that is. Sam took your chin in his hand and searched your face, letting his eyes linger curiously on your lips, and then dipped his head to capture them with his own. What seemed like a sweet kiss turned filthy as Sam licked into your mouth zealously, intentionally.

Both of you were panting when he pulled back. “Did you taste him?” you asked shakily.

‘Did you want to?’ was the real question.

You knew that’s why he’d been so hesitant, so curious - kissing you after someone else’s dick had just been in your mouth was a move not for those who suffered fragile masculinity. But it wasn’t just indifference you got from Sam. It was interest.

“I think so,” he revealed, almost inaudibly.

“What’d I taste like, on our pretty girl’s lips?” Danny must have been in hell, hating his situation but simultaneously getting off on it. But he still found his voice.

You stroked a finger down Sam’s face. “Yeah, baby boy. What’d we taste like?”

Sam took your lips once more, a small smirk on his when he left you. “Sweet and salty, darling. Now, that was only two, wasn’t it?”

You could tell they were both antsy, and decided to indulge them, pushing Sam back from you and mounting Danny in one smooth move, rubbing your clit with your fingers on top of him so that he could feel you moving against the skin of his cock. “Okay. We’ll make this one fast. Think you can handle it?” you asked, altering your grinding from against the stiff control of your fingers and to the bare skin of Danny’s cock. You stroked his tip up against your opening, teasing him with the slickness and pressure before just running his cock between your lips, making sure you had a thumb teasing at his slit to get him to the edge.

“Think you can handle me?”

Danny meant for his words to be a threat, but when it escaped, choked and pathetic, there wasn’t much threat to be heard.

When he started leaking profusely, straining up to try and get inside you when you lined yourself up, you took everything away again.

Danny’s face colored a deep red and his face screwed up in frustration. “Damnit, Viv! Just let me cum!”

You forgot how tall Sam was until he used his height to his advantage, so when it only took him three strides to get up from the bed to behind Danny’s chair, you could only blink sluggishly as Danny’s head snapped back, Sam (dressed in his shorts again) glowering over him, hand buried into his hair in one bold move, only a slight pause in his actions. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that, bitch.”

You knew Danny would have something to say about that, so you stepped into action, scraping your fingernails up the sensitive inner thighs, soft and just so overdue for a mark or two - making his legs contract in on his body with surprise.

“He’s right, you know. You just keep making things difficult. Wouldn’t it be so nice to give in for once? I’ll give you all the pleasure you’d want, baby,” you cooed. “But that’s three. We have to get to five since you’d been so bad. Sammy even had to step in, how embarrassing is that?”

“Now be quiet,” Sam whispered, keeping his hand at Danny’s scalp. You saw the bumps of his knuckles moving, though, and you thought that maybe he was a little sympathetic to Danny’s plight. “Let her take care of you.”

Lowering yourself onto his cock unexpectedly, you keened just as Danny did, and the unanticipated pleasure worked well in your favor, sanding down his rough edges to your liking grain by painstaking grain. “I just want to cum,” he moaned lowly, “I just want release.”

You rocked with him inside you, deep and snug and so right. It filled you up, like a helium balloon, and you felt so high and floaty, and yet you were grounded by your ambition. “I will, baby. I’ll take care of you. You just have to let me.”

It was a stretch to lean over him, with his head flung so achingly back and his neck forging a strong line from his jaw to the distracting arch of his throat, but you made it just so that you could kiss him. He was so weary, so desolate now. It wouldn’t be long until you reached his foundation and took a pickaxe to it.

You rode him gently, trying to work your hips to catch his cock in all the right ways, and kept your abs tight to bear down on him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Danny gasped, eyes pinched shut in the agonizing knowledge it would once again not come to fruition.

“Good boy, Danny,” you praised, stilling but keeping him nestled in your warmth, “good boy. I know you’re so desperate. I know you’re so frustrated. But that was a step in the right direction. So good.”

Any progress was progress in the end, and Danny keeping his hips from fucking up into you as you sat unmoving in his lap, telling you he was about to come just so that you could deny him - it was delicious. You wanted to eat it up until he had nothing left to offer. Wanted to beat him down until he looked up at you for mercy under your heel.

This man was so perfect for breaking.

“You’re catching on,” Sam commented, still holding Danny’s head to the top of the chair. He gazed down at him in a sated, happy sort of hope, like he was just waiting for Danny to join him where he existed so blissfully. “Just wait. That was four. After five, she’ll fuck you so good, Daniel, you’ll never want anything else like the way you want her to fuck you right now.” Sam pulled you in for a kiss over Danny’s head. “Isn’t that nice?”

“You want me to fuck you, Danny boy? Want me to fuck you so well?”

You and Sam waited on bated breath for his response, both hoping he wouldn’t snark something and ruin the moment. Fuck, you just wanted him to submit so that you could both finish out the night.

“I do. I want to fuck you, Viv, you know that.”

Sam exhaled, disappointment heavy on his breath. “Danny…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you rose up, then sat down hard - the bounce burning your thighs. The honey-sweet sob that ripped out of Danny’s throat broke like brittle, though, and Sam finally let his hair go so that he could drop his forehead to your shoulder, but he only used it to bite over where Sam’s teeth had sunk into you early, and you shouted out as his teeth reignited the tender skin. “Danny, fuck!”

He didn’t even attempt to soothe the skin, panting hotly against it instead. “Gonna have to let me come, soon,” he said drunkenly. “It’s gonna have to end at some point, Viv. Ride me harder, ride me faster. We can cum together.”

And the agony of his words as they struck your soul was that he was so damn sincere. He honestly had no clue that there was more, that he hadn’t quite made the cut. And as much as it hurt you, as much as it pained you to know that this stubborn, strung-out, so heartbreakingly oblivious fool would suffer more at your hand–

You would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to the breakdown.

“Yeah? You wanna cum together, sweet boy?” He shivered in your arms. “You wanna get us so filthy? Oh, you’re so fucking needy, baby,” you sang in his ear. “And you’re so fucking close, too. I can feel you, all hot and twitchy inside me. Let’s take our last little break. Do you want me to cockwarm while we calm down?”

“Yes, pretty girl, yes. You just sit there on my dick and let me rest. And then you can fuck yourself on me some more,” he agreed, relief saturating his voice, so achingly desperate.

Sam met your eye, brows furrowed. You knew what he was asking, what he was looking for.

Were you really going to give him what he wanted?

And the answer?

No.

You shifted your weight suddenly, wrapping yourself around Danny so that he was nearly being suffocated by your breasts (which you were sure wasn’t a complaint on his end), and rode him for all you were worth. The upped intensity was rough on both of your worn-out bodies, but you drove forth anyway.

“Gonna ride you until you cum all up in me, baby,” you whispered in his ear, grateful for Sam’s hold on the chair that kept you from painting the room in wheel-marks, “just like we agreed, yeah? Just like I said?”

“Yes - yes! I’m so close, Viv, you have no idea - I - I - just a little bit more,” he squeezed out.

“Can you beg me, baby? Beg me to let you cum? It would be so sweet of you,” you cajoled. But he refused, making little noises instead to offset your request. And that just wouldn’t work. “Did you hear me, Danny?” Your tone was sharper, and You knew Sam had caught on when his fingertips gripped the seat a little tighter. “I said, beg me to let you cum.”

It was no longer a request, it was a demand. To have spent so much time lulling him into that comfort zone, letting him think that he still had some semblance of control, made it so much sweeter ripping that rug from underneath his feet.

“Daniel, beg,” Sam whispered, like a true friend who didn’t want his buddy getting in any more trouble than he already was. “She’s not asking. Just do it, Danny. Just beg for her. For us.”

But still, nothing.

“You’re going to beg or you’re going to get abso-fucking-lutely nothing,” you snarled, ripping away your entire body from him. Danny let out an anguished cry and tried to keep himself from coming into a ruined orgasm. He’d been right fucking there. One more touch would have sent him overboard.

“That was five!” he cried. “That was five, I swear that was five, that was fucking five times!” He raged and fought against his bonds, and you were certain the chair would have tipped if Sam wasn’t wrestling to keep it upright. Perhaps Danny would learn a lesson if you let him throw himself on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum in the cereal aisle. “You promised! You fucking - you - you –”

He cut himself off with the most frustrated sound you’d ever heard from him and wanted to make it all better, but you wanted him to beg more. That was all you wanted. So simple, so easy, and yet…not for him. You stayed quiet, hoping he would work himself up so much to the point where he would give in. You’d done all you could outside of leaving him like this all night, which you wouldn’t do.

“Beg for us, Danny, please,” Sam implored at his ear, and you found it ironic. But also, this could work. Danny was a sucker for when people begged him, but you’d already established you wouldn’t. Sam was the best bridge between you that there was. “Please, Daniel. Please, just - I promise, just tonight. That’s all we want. Just tonight.”

Sam kept murmuring his encouragement while you stared longingly at the two. God, it was all you wanted.

“Please, Viv,” Danny croaked finally, head hanging low in perceived defeat, “please, fuck me. Make me cum, please.”

Even you surprised yourself with the speed you tackled the man with, kissing the prayers straight from the sinner’s mouth. Good enough for now.

“Untie him, Sammy,” you breathed, smoothing your hands over his heated skin, but wanting to wait until he was free to do anything more. “Untie him, and then Danny, I want you on the bed.”

It wasn’t until Danny was splayed out on his back, with you hovering over him, that you asked again. “More, Danny. I want more. You heard Sam earlier. Don’t beg me for selfish reasons, sweetheart. Don’t just say ‘please’. C’mon. Beg me for real,” you urged, catching the very angry head of his dick in your folds.

“I don’t know how,” he sobbed, playing helpless and hoping for pity. “I don’t know what you want.”

With one big sigh, you stopped moving. “Well then, I guess if you don’t know by now…Sam,” you said, putting as much disappointed sadness into your voice as you could, “I don’t think he can. Could you bring me my pajamas?”

And while it did say something that Danny stayed supine, watching with panicky eyes as you began to work your clit so that you could find your own pleasure instead of grabbing you and trying to take what he wanted, you observed him from half-hooded eyes, waiting, waiting, waiting - Danny’s breaths becoming labored and uneven - until –

“I’m sorry!” he burst out, eyes so wide and blown out you could’ve taken a clear picture with a fucking Nokia flip phone. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry for - for being a brat and making you wait,” he purged, cleansing himself of the night’s difficulty. “All I want is you, Viv. All I want is your touch and whatever you want to give me. I want your hands and your lips, honey, it doesn’t even have to be your pussy. And I - I know I don’t deserve to cum, but I really, really, fucking want to. Please. Please, let me.”

And finally, the sweet, sweet conclusion.

“Sam, get behind me,” was all you said.

You felt him immediately, the warmth of his skin hovering over you, the dip of the mattress, the nesting doll image of your knees bracketing Danny’s hips and Sam’s bracketing yours, but he didn’t touch you. “What do you need?”

You were already lining Danny up, for the final time that night. “You’re gonna help Danny get me off,” you explained, groping blindly for his hand and pressing it to your soaked clit, grinding into him for just a second before you decided Danny didn’t need to be teased any more this evening and sat on his cock.

Even though you’d only cum once in the night, you still felt so used up, like your energy had been siphoned out of you. Sam was so close against you that you felt his dick twitch against your back as he moved with the rhythm you set, trying his best to keep his finger in-time and on-target - which, with how slick you were and how fast you were moving, was quite an ambitious task. You felt it every time he slipped on accident, grazing where you were sucking Danny in and eliciting low, exhausted groans from the two of you.

“He’s about to cum, sweetheart. Look at him, so pretty and willing and…oh fuck, he’s crying!”

Your pace stuttered as you saw Danny’s tears as well, quickly leaning down to comfort him. But as soon as you stopped, he sobbed louder. “No! No, no, please don’t stop,” he begged, obviously having gotten the hang of it. “Please don’t stop again - I can’t take it!”

You shushed him, starting to move instantly after his plea. “I won’t stop, sweet boy. I just need to know that you’re alright. You’re crying, baby.”

Danny brought a shaky hand to his face, feeling the wetness there. “I - It’s - I’m not,” he tried to convince you, “I’m not crying, I’m sweaty and tired and over-fucking-stimulated and I’ll be fine. I promise, I promise! Just - I need you. I can’t have you stop again,” he whimpered desolately.

“Can you at least tell us your color?” Sam asked gently from your shoulder, gazing down at him as well.

Danny nodded, squirming against both you and Sam’s weight. “It’s green. It’s green, but if I get edged again, I might have to - it might change.”

“We won’t,” you promised earnestly. “Come on, Danny. Cum for me, sweet boy.”

You knew he was there. That he had been since you’d touched him. And he listened so easily this time, to that request. His eyes rolled back and his entire torso convulsed upwards in an arch as you felt him empty himself into you.

Sam scaled his fingers across you even faster, racing to get you to your peak, and Danny’s hands came to grip your hips in a tight hold, keeping you almost immobile on top of him. “Thank you, Viv, thank you thank you thank you,” Danny whined, the gratitude rushing forth as if it had been all he wanted all this time as well. “Please, I want you to cum on me. Make her, Sam, please - you gotta - you gotta get her there.”

“I will,” Sam promised, locking eyes with him over your shoulder. “Look, Danny, I am.”

You came with Sam’s fingers dancing over your nerves and still stuffed full of Danny. And then you collapsed, panting heavily into Danny’s neck as he returned the favor and buried his face into yours. “Good boy,” you lauded, “good boys.” You reached back and Sam took a hold of your loose hand. “Come over here, Sammy. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your aftercare.”

“Just cuddle, please,” Danny whispered into your skin. “For now.”

You pet his hair soothingly. “Of course, baby. Of course we can just cuddle for now. But we have to clean up at some point.” You rolled to Danny’s side, but he followed so that he could still lay full-body against you, and you tried to rearrange yourself so that Sam could join on your other side. He promptly clambered up against you as well, and you held them both. You even thought you saw Sam take Danny’s hand, but you weren’t sure, and you weren’t concerned, and you weren’t going to say anything about it if he did. Comfort was the name of the game, now, and you would take it and give it any way you could.

There were still tear tracks on Danny’s face, and you craned over to him to kiss them away, salty on your lips. “Sweaty,” you teased gently, and Danny hummed.

“So sweaty,” he said with a small smile and as much a warning in his eyes as he could manage that said, ‘if you ever fucking mention this, you will be sorry’.

“Thank you for playing along tonight, baby. Both of you.”

You got a kiss from each side. “It was our pleasure. We’re sorry for fighting and spilling coffee on you.”

You’d kinda forgotten all about that.

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Taglist: @fictional-duchess @greta-van-yeet @fleetsonfire @theweightofstardust @theatrekidjosh @prophetofthedune @givemeyourtots2

Thinking about gripping joshs jaw in my hand as I ride his thigh, telling him things like “such a pretty thing aren’t you” and “such a good boy letting me use you” and watching his cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink as he nods the best he can with your grip on his jaw, he could be using his hands to touch himself but instead he’s desperately pawing at you, grabbing the soft skin of your hip in one hand and grabbing your breast with the other, a firm grip on both as he murmurs out “please...please fuck me....sit on my cock it’s so hard for you” You keep holding his gaze up at you as you shift and sink down on his length, savoring the way his eyes roll back as you reach the hilt and the way he lifts his hips to get just a little deeper, rushing out “thank you..fuck-thank you” as his brows turn up in the middle.

yeah... no notes to add... that is... yeah.

To further it however; Josh desperately thanking you would pair so well with Josh later choking out "oh fuck! I'm sorry, I'm coming-! I'm sorry-" when he can't help but finish before he intended.

Locked Out - Sam Kiszka

A/N: I took some wonderful asks over for @jake-kiszkas-smirk . Thank you for entrusting me with these! Hope y’all enjoy! I think I’m finally getting back in my groove…! *knocks on wood* As always, I apologize for any errors that I may have missed!

WARNINGS: Cocky Sam... Sam being a lil brattier than the brat.

18+ content, minors please DNI! Teasing, biting, hair pulling, edging (M), overstimulation (F), oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex.

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You were sprawled out on the couch, a random comedy movie that you were hardly paying any attention to filling your living room with a comfortable noise.

You’d been working on a personal little art project for a couple of hours now, but decided to break for a bit to check your phone and give your hands a break, too.

Going through your notifications, you saw one from hours prior, letting you know that a package had been delivered; extra supplies that you needed for your project.

“Oh, shit!” Jumping up from the couch, you scrambled to your front door - just throwing on a little jacket and a pair of slip on vans.

You ran out of the house, pulling the door up behind you… that you didn’t know was locked.

Once you grabbed the package, you ran excitedly back up to your front door and placed the little package under your arm.

Grabbing the doorknob, you froze in place when it didn’t turn.

“No… no no no no no,” you rambled frantically, going into an immediate state of panic.

You let the -thankfully not fragile- piece of mail fall from under your arm as you felt around your pockets for your phone. At least you had managed to bring that.

You immediately dialed your landlord’s number.

“Y/N? It’s awfully late. Everything okay?” He asked you, sounding tired and most likely in for the night.

“Listen, I know it’s late, but I just locked myself out of my house…” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to stay calm… ish.

“Oh, dear… I’m sorry, Y/N, I left to go out of town for the week… So I can’t come unlock it. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He sounded so genuine and concerned. “I can call Sam for you and you could crash at his place for the night? I can get a locksmith over sometime tomorrow.”

You scoffed at the offer, knowing for sure you’d rather lay out and sleep on your wooden porch swing and risk freezing.

“That a no?” He chuckled, sounding only slightly offended. “It’s really the only option I can offer, unless you happened to have left a window unlocked.”

“Now, that’s an idea,” you spoke, becoming hopeful. “I’ll climb through one of the windows.”

“Let me know how that works out. Good luck.”

You hung up the phone, jiggling the door handle once more just to be sure you weren’t just crazy.

Alas, you definitely were not.

You glanced around the front porch, knowing if any of the windows were miraculously unlocked - it wasn’t any of the ones up front.

Deciding that the Kitchen window was the only likely option, you made your way around the side of your house. Praying it was still open from a few nights back, when you had opened it to let out the smoke of a cooking mishap.

You were mentally thanking the universe that at least it was late and Everyone in your neighborhood of mostly elders were more than likely in bed.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled in annoyance, realization washing over you as you reached the window that you weren’t tall enough to reach it.

You ran around to the back porch, snatching a bucket from the step and carrying it back around to your kitchen window.

Placing it carefully, you stepped up on it and grabbed onto the ledge of the window for some sort of extra stability.

Just as you began trying to push it open, headlights lit up you and most of your surroundings - serving as an embarrassing spotlight.

And of course, it was Sam. The one person in the entire neighborhood that would be coming home so late - more than likely from a show.

The two of you had been neighbors for a few long years now. For whatever reason, you found his constant running around exhausting and annoying. You felt as though he never slowed down enough to really enjoy anything.

There were mutual feelings there of course. Sam was convinced you were stuck up and had not the slightest clue how to have a good time.

Both of you couldn’t be farther from the truth about one another, but one thing you both had in common was stubbornness.

Ultimately, that’s what kept either of you from seeing the other any other way, than what you’d let yourselves assume.

You didn’t even glance in his direction, hoping by some miracle that he didn’t see you. However, you knew all too well that your current position wasn’t exactly what one would call discreet.

“Got so bored you just decided to break into your own house!?” Sam called teasingly. “There’s better things to do, ya know?”

You closed your eyes in attempts to quell your growing anger, as his voice grew closer and the cold grass crunched under his converse.

“No, actually.” You bit quickly. “I got locked out on accident.”

“And your first course of action was to try and climb through your kitchen window?” Sam scoffed, as if it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard.

“How about you fuck off?” You snapped, flinging your hands in the air around you, almost losing your balance entirely. “Shit!-”

“Just come to my place, for fucks sake.” Sam offered through a huff as he threw his hands up to stable you. “You can chill there until the landlord can come open your door. It’s too cold for this horse shit.”

You glared at his hands, trying to ignore the tingle they left behind. “I’m very much fucking good.”

“Obviously you’re not.” Sam chided, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness.

“Well… He’s out of town and quite honestly-“ You placed your hands on your hips. -“I think I’d rather sleep out here in the cold, than step a single toe in your house.”

“Oh, really?” Sam chuckled in slight amusement.

You nodded “Yes.”

“Okay, then.”

Before you could even process what was happening, Sam was tossing you over his shoulder.

“wha- PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!” You screeched, stupidly trying to pry his fingers off of your legs. “Are you insane?!”

“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckled, tightening his grip as to not drop you. “And no, I’m not insane.”

“Samuel.”

“Y/N.” He mocked your firm tone and stopped in his tracks for a moment, just to listen to what you had to say.

“I told you,” You mumbled, dangling over his shoulder. “I would rather sleep out here and freeze.”

“Yeah, well, as much as you get on my nerves-“ Sam stopped mid sentence as he worked his way up the steps cautiously. “-that’s not happening on my watch.”

“Whatever. Just put me down?” Reluctantly, you agreed and wiggled around again in his arms. “My legs do fucking work, in case you didn’t know that.”

He finally placed you back on your own two feet.

“Yeah and that snappy ass mouth works too, apparently.” Sam muttered, shoving his key in the door. He gestured inside a little reluctantly. “After you.”

You all but stomped into Sam’s house, putting your distaste of the situation on full display.

It was definitely too cold to sleep outside and you were thankful (somewhere very deep down) for Sam’s offer to let you stay the night.

Unfortunately, that didn’t change the fact that he got on your last nerve.

“You know, this is gonna be a pretty miserable night if you can’t pretend to like me at least a little bit.” Sam stated obviously, an annoyed edge to his tone.

“That goes both fucking ways.” mumbling, you slinked down into his couch, a frustrated pout engraved into your face.

“And excuse me for being upset that my night has become just a little fucked up.” You bit rather harshly. Before he could even retaliate, you continued on in an angry ramble of complaints. “I got locked out of my own house. I have no clothes or anything to sleep with, or even to get ready for bed with. Hell, I can’t even finish my art piece!”

Sam clicked his tongue, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, that’s all pretty shitty. But I can solve most of those problems -except for the little art project or whatever.”

“I don’t want you to solve anything for me.” You cross your arms over your chest like a toddler.

“Well, you’re sitting in my living room… so i’ve already solved one of your problems.” Sam held up a single finger in punctuation. “But if you wanna sleep in fucking jeans and a cut up band tee, you do that.”

You wanted to argue with him further, but upon Sam pointing out the clothing you were still wearing, you became hyper aware of how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in.

“Fine,” you mumbled, not even loud enough for him to hear.

Sam put his hand up to his ear and stepped closer to you. “Huh? Can you be a little louder?”

“I said “fine”.” You spoke up dryly, punctuating the last word louder than what was actually necessary.

Sam just huffed an annoyed laugh, disappearing up the stairs without an actual word.

You sat there and waited for what felt like forever, assuming Sam would just bring the clothes down to you.

But, of course not.

“Are you coming up here or what?” Sam peered down over the little upstairs balcony, tapping the railing impatiently.

You glanced up at him slowly just as he leaned into the railing even more. You gave him an unamused expression, trying to suppress the shock that washed over you.

“Would have made a lot more sense for you to just tell me to follow you up there, don’t you think?” You quipped, standing up from the couch and walking to the stairs. “I can’t read your mind.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’m giving you some of my clothes, so I figured it was implied that you follow me.”

You bit back the snicker that threatened to flutter out of you, choosing to follow Sam the rest of the way to his room, in half-comfortable silence.

Sam’s room was far more cozy than you would have ever imagined. The walls were an off white, his bed was covered in what some might consider excessive amounts of blankets and pillows.

The only light in the room was from a few salt lamps, casting a peachy-orange glow around the rather large room. A single candle flickered away on his nightstand, filling the room with a layer of different sweet scents - the main note being Vanilla.

“Here,” Sam grabbed a towel and a few articles of clothing from his bed and turned back to you, all but shoving them in your arms. “You can use my bathroom, or the one in the hallway. Your choice. I’m going back to my piano.”

Before you could even process what he had said, he was sauntering out of his bedroom door and down the hall. The sound of his footsteps against the stairs, was what snapped you out of your shocked trance.

Even though he offered up his own bathroom, you didn’t feel quite right doing that. So, you made your way down the hallway to the bathroom you’d seen just minutes before, on your way to Sam’s bedroom.

The bathroom was daintily decorated and the faint smell of cologne lingered in the air. It was a decent size, but not as big as you guessed Sam’s ensuite bathroom was.

Cutting on the water and Peeling off your clothes from the day, you tied your hair up and replayed the last hour or so and all its events over in your head.

So much had happened in such a short amount of time.

You sulked and huffed occasionally under the warm water, taking use of the body wash that sat in the corner of the shower.

As you attempted to scrub away your frustration, you couldn’t help but think about Sam. You blamed it on the body wash, smelling sweet and warm - just like he always did whenever you inevitably bumped into him.

Shutting the water off and grabbing the towel that he’d given you, it only took a few seconds for you to register the flawless sounds of the piano - no longer clouded by the sounds of running water.

You stood, droplets of water dripping off you as basked in the beautiful music Sam was creating. You tried not to hate yourself for enjoying it.

After all, he may be annoying, but he was damn sure talented and you couldn’t short him of that.

You finished drying off after another moment or two, picking up the sweatpants and t-shirt that Sam had given you.

You couldn’t help but dwell for a moment about the fact that, you were stuck without a bra or panties. Something about having to put on Sam’s clothes completely bare underneath, naturally had you just a little bit embarrassed.

Folding up your own clothes neatly, you made your way out of the bathroom and back downstairs, placing them somewhere out of the way.

You settled into the couch with your phone, still taking in the much louder sounds of the piano. Now that you were closer, it was even more clear and beautiful. Calming even.

Diving deeper into whatever social media you finally decided was entertaining enough, the sounds of the piano were pushed away to just background noise.

So much so, that you didn’t even notice when it had stopped and Sam’s voice was startling you.

“I’m going to bed,” he stated simply. “There’s blankets on that rack beside the couch and I guess I’ll bring you a pillow from my bed.”

Giving off the impression that even the bare minimum was agitating him, you declined the offer for his own pillow sassily.

“Don’t even trouble yourself,” Your eyes narrowed. “I’ll use this decorative pillow.”

Sam gave you an amused look. “Suit yourself.”

You scoffed, mumbling out an “unbelievable,” that you guessed he didn’t even hear.

After a minute or two more of scrolling through your phone, you got up and walked over to cut off the light switch. You settled into the couch with one of the blankets and the decorative pillow, that you sarcastically insisted you’d use.

Just as you started to really relax-

“Catch, Y/N-“

Your eyes shot open, arms flying over your head to protect yourself just as a pillow smacked against you.

“What the actual FUCK, Samuel?!” You screeched, pushing the pillow away from your face.

Sam laughed, too loud for the hour that it was. “Did you really think after everything else I’ve given you tonight, I wouldn’t give you a damn pillow?”

“Yeah, thank you for that, but like...” You snatched the pillow up in your hand, holding it up dramatically. “You couldn’t bring it down here and hand it to me?”

“Nope. Didn’t feel like going down the stairs.” Sam turned back towards the hallway. “Goodnight!”

You let out another tired and frustrated sigh, tossing the pillow behind you and attempting to get back to the comfort level you’d had just moments ago.

Drifting off to sleep was fairly easy once you finally did get comfortable. The warmth and sweet smell of Sam’s house, the soft glow of a lamp he’d left on, it all helped lull you to sleep within minutes.

That peaceful sleep only lasted so long, though.

“You’re so pretty, cum for me, doll. Come on-“

Sam’s voice cut through your mind and seemed to echo around; bouncing off the walls of your skull, jolting you awake instantly.

You sat up straight, a layer of sweat had formed over your skin and your chest heaved with quick, labored breaths.

The damp feeling between your legs couldn’t be ignored either, no matter how much you wanted to ignore it.

You fought to calm yourself down, laying back down into the couch.

All you could see when you closed your eyes, was the obscene imagines of Sam’s hand between your legs.

Even as you stared up at the ceiling; no signs of sleep in your near future at all, Sam’s voice continued to echo throughout your mind.

“God damnit,” you uttered, banging your head against the pillow, hoping for a moment it would just turn into a brick.

You contemplated all your options; Stay on the couch, please yourself all on your own and try to go back to sleep. Or, go upstairs and make up some excuse about not being able to sleep or something… Maybe just being next to Sam would help. Or hell, even getting yourself off and then going upstairs anyway.

After a minute or two of thinking, every single idea you had, pretty much ended with you going upstairs to Sam.

So, deciding to try your luck, you pulled yourself up from the couch and made your way towards the stairs.

Quietly, you made your way up and down the hall to Sam’s bedroom, trying to come up with an -albeit bullshit excuse- but an excuse nonetheless.

The door was cracked ever so slightly, just enough for you to peak through and see him sleeping soundly in his bed.

Casting the hesitation creeping up inside you as far away as it would go, your fingertips touched the cool wood of the door and lightly pushed it open.

“Sammy…” You squeaked out, barely stepping through the doorway.

He stirred for a moment and you realized that your whispered call of his name, was definitely not enough.

“Sam.”

It was firmer and louder, but not too loud as to startle him.

Sam stirred around again, before one of his eyes popped open sleepily.

He offered a half ass acknowledgment to your presence. “Hm?”

“I, uhm… the couch is uncomfortable…” Staring down at the floor, you fiddled mindlessly with your fingers,

“Aaand this is suddenly my problem?” Sam cocked one of his eyebrows, opening up both eyes now.

“It’s your house...” You pointed, as if it was indeed his problem, simply for that reason.

“What do you want me to do? Trade with you?” Sam jested, taunting you. “You’re such a fucking princess.”

“No….” You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. ”I’m not gonna make you get up. Can I… Can I just lay with you…?”

Sam sat up in his spot, running his hands through his hair as a smirk pulled at his lips. “You’re being so much sweeter now. What’s the deal, hm?”

You panicked slightly, wondering if he was really on to you, or if he was just trying to rattle your cage.

“Nothing, just- nevermind. I’ll go back down-“

“Okay, okay, whatever.” Sam cut you off. “I’m fucking with you. I guess I don’t care if you sleep here with me...”

You stopped in your tracks, turning back around to face him with a light pink tinge covering your cheeks and eyes slightly widened with shock.

“Really?”

“No, I’m still just yanking your chain.” Sam grumbled sarcastically. “Yes, really.”

Your feet were carrying you to Sam’s bed, before your brain had even given the okay.

Sam slid over, giving you room to join in next to him. You settled under the covers, breathing a pretty long sigh of relief. He turned over on his side, facing away from you and you fought to get comfortable yourself.

After a minute or two, you finally settled in a little. Of course, your body was still having absolutely none of it.

All you could think of was the gorgeous man that was now next to you - who was, without a doubt, feeling the heat exuding off of your body.

With a huff, you shifted again and Sam mumbled some incoherencies from behind you.

“Fucks sake, I might as well have a space heater next to me.” Sam teased, but there was obvious annoyance in his tone.

Flipping over on your back, you turned your head to the side and glared at the back of his head. “It’s hot.”

“Liar.” Sam smirked, flipping over to face you.

He looked you up and down then joked cooly, “If you’re so hot, why don’t you just take off some of your clothes?”

You scoffed, cheeks turning pink again. He was absolutely on to you.

You tried your best to sound repulsed by his idea. “I’d rather suffer.”

“Oh, you would?” Sam questioned slyly. “At least if you took them off, it would be a lot easier for me to get you off.”

Your head snapped to look at him, mouth gaping at his sudden bluntness.

“What? That’s what you came up here for, right?”

“Well, i- uhm..” you swallowed, opening and closing your mouth a couple times as you frantically searched for something to say.

“The faster you tell me, the sooner I can help.” Inching closer to you, his hand came up to graze over your cheek. “You got all hot and bothered downstairs thinking of me, huh?”

That cocky fuck.

“Fuck you.” Staring up at the ceiling, you fought to keep your eyes from fluttering closed as his soft touch consumed you. “I’m not telling you.”

“You don’t really need to tell me.” Sam chuckled lowly, voice still laced with sleep and now a little bit of lust. “I know I’m right on the money.”

“And how do you know, Samuel?” You pressed, flicking your eyes to him briefly.

“I think you’ll be severely embarrassed if I go down the list.” Sam snickered, trying to spare you of what he knew.

Cringing, you asked him to continue anyway. “No, tell me.”

“Well for starters, you’ve been squirming around in my bed for half an hour now.” Sam started, pitching in that annoyed edge. “Your cheeks have been twenty different shades of pink, your body is just radiating hellfire… And! The real kicker, I heard you moaning my name.”

All the blood drained from your face, as soon as those last few words left Sam’s mouth. You wanted to shrink down into the mattress, tiny enough that he couldn’t find you even with a magnifying glass.

“You heard me??” You covered your face with both hands, muffling your words. “But I was just- I was just dreaming?!”

“Yep, I did.” Sam confirmed again, matter-of-factly. “And I guess your dream was just pretty realistic. ‘Uh, Sammy! Please!’”

You pulled your knees up and scrunched yourself up, groaning loudly to block out his mocking. “Oh, my god. Shut up!”

Placing a hand on your knee closest to him, he gently pushed it back down. “At least they sounded pretty.”

Allowing your legs to stretch back out, Sam took the opportunity to crawl over top of you.

He took each of your wrists in his hands and pulled them away from your face. You immediately noticed the way his hands and fingers wrapped all the way around them.

“Do I make them sound as pretty as you do? What do you think, princess?” Sam grinned above you, staring down at you with dark eyes and radiating a confidence that turned you on even more.

“Not even close.” You shot, trying to feed off of some of his confidence.

“Oh, so I make them sound better? Got it.” Sam’s hand found your cheek, pinching it slightly between his fingers. “God, you’re so flustered and pink. What could I have possibly done to make you blush this much, huh?”

Smacking his hand away weakly, you huffed. “Sam.”

There was nothing you wanted more than his lips on yours… And all over the rest of your body.

“What?” Sam raised, leaning down closer to you.

“Fucking kiss me, or I’m getting up and fixing my problem downstairs. On your couch. While you listen.” You punctuated your warning, hoping the little bit of courage you were able to muster was enough.

“That sounds like a threat, but also another lie.” Slipping a finger under your chin, he leaned in even closer. “Don’t start getting bratty on me now, cause I’ll make you do it.” Sam warned, low and gravely against your cheek. “It wouldn’t be any fun that way around, would it?”

“You’re such a brat.”

“Mm, takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Sam questioned. “I have to out-brat the brat, princess.”

“Well… I don’t think you’d actually make me do that.” You knew he probably would, but you weren’t about to admit it.

You turned your head to chase after Sam’s lips, but he pulled away swiftly. “You wanna try me?”

“No,” You caved. “What I want is for you to fucking kiss me.”

“So needy.” Sam shook his head, finally closing the space between you two.

His lips met yours in what you thought would be a slow and easy kiss. Instead, it was desperate and quick in pace, robbing you of the air in your lungs and making that aching pulse between your legs even worse.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging at it hard enough to draw a soft whimper out of him. It was barely audible, the main signs of it being the soft vibration of his lips.

After a few more moments, Sam pulled away - breathless. “If you weren’t so busy despising my existence, I sure as shit would have kissed you a lot sooner.”

“‘Despise’ is a strong word,”

His lips curled up into a crooked smile as you spoke.

“Mm, strongly dislike, then…?” Sam placed a kiss over your jaw, working his way down your neck. He searched for a sensitive spot, with unmatched dedication.

A soft whine bubbled out of you, making him hum into your skin. He spent a few more seconds babying the spot he’d found, before moving down farther.

“T-take it off,” you breathed out. “Take my shirt off, please.”

“Bratty girl even added a ‘please’.” Sam smirked, pulling away from you. “-and It’s my shirt.”

His hands traveled down your sides, taking the hem of his shirt in his hands.

“Fine,” you grumbled, punctuating your words with an eye roll. “Take off your shirt, please.”

Sam’s lips pulled up in a conniving smirk as he leaned back, giggling at your confused expression.

The confused expression didn’t last long; quickly forming into a scowl as Sam pulled off his own shirt instead of yours.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Taking the hem in your own hands, your started to yank the material over your head yourself.

“Hey, now-“ Sam put an abrupt stop to your actions. “That’s my job, thank you.”

“You should get fired, then.” You glared up at him, releasing the hem to let his hands replace yours.

The room suddenly filled with the sound of Sam’s laugh, full and dripping with sarcasm.

“If you’d slow down, you might think I need a raise.” Sam nodded his head upwards, signaling you to lift your arms for him.

You did as he asked, letting him pull his shirt off of you.

“Oh, yes…” Sam breathed, marveling at the sight of your bare chest, like a kid with a brand new toy. “Fuck yes, you’re so perfect.”

A deep blush settled over your cheeks. You settled back against the pillows completely, letting Sam do as he pleased.

“Let’s experiment a little, shall we?” Sam mumbled, the corner of his lip twitching upwards briefly.

He slowly took one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, his other hand gently cradling your other breast.

Glancing up at, he asked. “Which do you like better, princess?”

“This…?” With his questions, he pinched your nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure, drawing a choked whimper from you.

“Or, this…”

Dipping his head down to your breast that he’d been cradling in his hand, he took that nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” you whimpered again, slightly more vocal this time.

His breath fanned over your nipple as he pulled away just enough to speak. “Yeah? Is that the one?”

Sam moved back to the other and repeated the action, slipping his hand underneath your back when you arched into him.

He held you up against him, trailing kisses over your collarbones as your head fell back, then, trailing them down your sternum.

“So,” Kiss. “So,” Kiss. “Pretty.”

Laying you back down against the mattress, Sam continued his track down your body.

It was safe to say that no one had ever spent this much time working you up. There’s was no doubt in your mind that by the time Sam made it to where you needed him, you would be soaking through your panties and probably onto his sheets, too.

Sam trailed kisses down your stomach in a pattern that, to anyone else, would seem so random. But to him, it was so intentional. It was thought out. Like he had a plan and was sticking to it.

As he reached the hem of sweatpants he’d lended you, his eyes found yours again.

Before he could even ask, you were already eagerly giving him permission.

“Take them off, please.” You begged lightly. “Both of them.”

“Why so desperate?” Sam questioned tauntingly, hooking his hands in both the sweatpants and your panties . “Is this pretty little clit giving you trouble? Does it need me to baby it? Huh, Princess?”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as Sam finally tugged the articles of clothing, all the way off and settled between your legs.

“I need it,” you breathed, looking down at him in intense anticipation.

“Need it so bad, Sammy.”

“Where did that tough girl go… you know, the one that hates my guts?” The smirk on his face was downright sinister. “Where did she disappear to so fast?”

Sam placed a teasing kiss over your clit, watching you through his lashes.

“Sam… put your mouth to better fucking use.” You tried to demand, but it was just breathy and weak.

“Mm, you’re too whiny to sound tough now.” Sam chuckled, sliding his middle finger through your folds. “It’s almost pathetic.”

“Samuel.” His name snapped out of you in an exasperated sigh - a pure display of your frustration.

“Relaaax,” Sammy drawled out the word tauntingly.

He flashed you his crooked, toothy smile and slowly slid his thumb through your folds. Collecting some of your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, he rubbed slow, teasing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“More, Sammy-“ You begged, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t grant you anything you begged for.

He barely had so far, why would he now?

But much to your surprise, he did indeed give you more.

“You need more, princess??” he asked, adding a sweetness to his tone that - any other time - would have your blood boiling.

Without waiting for you to answer, his thumb retreated from your clit and his mouth took over. His finger grazed the edges of your entrance, taunting it a little - beckoning you to beg just a little more.

“S-Sammy,” his name tumbled out of you, whiny and shaky with need.

Pleased with the reaction he drew from you, he sunk his finger into you and immediately started his search for that sweet spot inside you.

A stream of moans and curses started falling from your mouth, egging him on and on. “Oh- oh fuck, Samm-“

He simply hummed against you, mouth occupied, tending to your needy clit.

With an experimental curl of his fingers at just the right angle, he pressed into your G-spot.

Your back arched away from the bed with a pitiful cry of pleasure. You weren’t too keen on the fact that you were blowing Sam’s head up, but… it was becoming gradually more worth the cocky remarks he would surely have, once it was all said and done.

Focusing in on the pleasure he was sending through your body, you hesitantly reached up and tangled your fingers in Sam’s hair, tugging it and pushing him harder against your heat all at once.

With a few more curls of his fingers and swirls of his tongue over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightened.

And just before it snapped inside you, you gave Sam a broken, verbal warning of your orgasm.

“Sammy… i- i’m gonna c-cum,”

A borderline evil, and definitely cocky, chuckle erupted from him, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and continued a steady pace with his fingers.

You tugged away at his hair, eyes falling shut as the band of pleasure broke inside you.

And he guided you through it all, coaxing endless moans and slurs of his name out of you as you came around his fingers.

But as you started to come down, his pace hardly slowed.

You gasped and writhed against his mouth in overstimulation, tugging at his hair in attempts to get his all too skilled mouth away from your hypersensitive clit.

Sam was having none of it.

Pulling his fingers out of you carefully, but quickly, he reached up with both hands and grabbed your wrists. He pulled them away from his hair and pinned them down to the bed at your sides, never letting his tongue lose contact with your bundle of nerves.

“Sam- I can’t!“ You choked out, trying to decide if you wanted him to stop. Or, judging by the way your hips had started grinding into his mouth again, if you wanted him to keep going. “Samuel-“

He broke away suddenly, mouth and chin soaked with your wetness and his chest heaving lightly.

“Just a minute ago you were begging for more?” Sam moved his hands from your wrists, down to your hands and laced his fingers with yours. Still keeping them pinned firmly in place.

Sam shook his head softly in faux disappointment. “Trying to give you more and you can’t even take it. Pitiful.”

He returned his mouth to your clit and a choked moan erupted from you.

It was completely foreign to you; being lead straight into a second orgasm. You were lucky with past partners, to even get one.

And here Sam was, coaxing another out of you at the mercy of his tongue.

He continued toying with your clit, babying it with his tongue in different ways to see what made you moan the loudest.

“Sam- Keep going, keep going,” you pleaded, grinding yourself up into his tongue.

Sam acknowledged your pleaded with a soft squeeze of his hands, still tangled with your own.

Knowing you were getting close again, he sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing his tongue around it in search of a little spot that would send you over.

Sam’s tongue flicked against the side of your bundle of nerves just right, eliciting a stream of curses and moans from you.

“Don’t stop, Sam-“ You forced your voice to squeak the words out. “-M’gonna cum.”

Your body began to squirm beneath him involuntarily, forcing Sam to release your hands and throw his arms over your hips.

The bliss-filled coil exploded in you once again, shooting shock waves of pleasure down through your hands and all the way down to your toes.

Faintly, you could hear and feel Sam groan against you, drawn out of him when he couldn’t help but grind his hips into the mattress.

Once you had calmed down, Sam pulled his mouth away from you with a prideful smile.

“You’re so cute when I make a mess of you, princess.” Sam’s skilled tongue appeared and licked over his lips. “I could do nothing but play with that pretty cunt every day and I’d be very happy.”

A crimson blush dusted over you cheeks. Definitely not a shock to either of you. Sam really knew how to keep you blushing, apparently.

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that you absolutely wouldn’t mind him eating you out every hour of the day.

But as Sam crawled over you, all the thoughts in your head scattered in all directions.

Instead of saying anything, you brought your hands up to find the hem of his shorts and pushing them down.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” Sam teased, watching your hands for a moment before joining his own to help you.

You quipped right back without missing a beat. “Interesting choice of words for someone whose mouth was just buried in mine.”

“Shut it. You could barely handle two orgasms.” Sam rolled his eyes. “‘Sammy, I can’t! I can’t’” He mimicked you poorly.

“I could’ve handled another.” You squinted your eyes up at Sam, challenging him.

Sam tossed away his shorts and boxers. “Oh, you think so?”

“Mhm. I think so, Yes.” You gave him a curt nod.

His tone was drenched with amusement. “I think this challenge is gonna be more than you bargained for, baby doll.”

Sam waited until you were right about to make your rebuttal, before he teased himself over your entrance and up to your clit, tracing around it lightly with his tip.

You gasped, rolling your hips into his teasing movements. “Oh-“

“Use that pretty voice to tell me what you want.” Sam commanded gently. “Can you do that for me?”

“I want you in me.” Your hands found the backs of Sam’s shoulders. “Please, I want you in me.”

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. “Is that all you got, princess? I think you can do better than that.”

“Fuck you, Sam.” Your tone was harsher than you’d expected it to be, especially compared to the words that had just left your mouth moments before.

“We would be fucking if you would just beg me.” Sam slipped into you, just barely sinking his tip inside. “And make it sound prettier this time.”

“I gave you all you’re gonna get, Kiszka.” You stood defiant. “Either fuck me, or-“

Without a single bit of warning, Sam pushed into you to the hilt. The sting of him stretching you out, stole all of the air from your lungs.

“Keep talking shit,” Sam grunted, daring you to open your mouth again. “Run that pretty mouth, in that annoying little voice and see where you end up.”

The only response you gave him the second you opened your mouth, was another moan as he delivered a sharp thrust into you.

“What’s that? Come on, use your words, princess.” Sam spoke mockingly. “I can’t understand sounds.”

In attempts to deepen his pace, Sam leaned over you, planting both forearms on either side of your head.

The new proximity between the two of you, had your breath catching on every inhale. All the moans leaving your lips were choked and grew even higher in pitch, thanks to his new angle.

Sam’s thrusts were relentless and unforgiving, his cock hitting and dragging against spots you didn’t even know existed. Spots you never knew had been craving such merciless attention.

“F-fuck, Sam!” You threw your arms around him, digging your nails into Sam’s back and shoulders. “Ha-Harder. I need it- harder.”

Sam’s face was buried into your neck, biting and sucking at whatever skin his mouth could get to.

“Harder?” Sam purred right into your ear, before his tone became slightly teasing. “Harder, huh?”

One of his hands slipped between you, splaying across your lower belly. “You wanna feel me up here?”

Without waiting for you to answer, he moved his hand from your stomach to your leg, hiking it up and over his hip in one swift, rough movement that matched the rough pace of his hips.

He pulled himself up from over top of you, bringing his other hand between your bodies and circling two fingers over your clit.

It was a featherlight touch, knowing how sensitive you still were. However, the lightness of the touch didn’t stop it from being just as effective, though.

“Sammy, please!” Your hips jerked and bucked up to meet his thrusts and his fingers all at once.

The thought of another orgasm was dizzying.

Feeling himself growing dangerously close to his own peak, Sam slowed to a stop, but stayed buried inside you. His fingers continued circling over your clit, purposefully guiding you closer and closer to your peak without him.

“Why…” You started to choke out in a whiny tone. “Why did you- fuck- stop?”

Sam pulled out of you slowly, mouth falling open as he watched himself slide out of you.

“I’m not ready to cum yet.” Sam spoke calmly, cool and sickeningly collected as ever.

His fingers dipped down to your entrance, bringing some of your wetness back up to your bundle of nerves.

Your back arched away from the bed slightly. “Sammy, please…”

“I’ll cum with you when I’m ready.” He told you, smirking as he watched your breathing become even more labored.

“I can’t, I- I can’t wait,” you whimpered, choking on the pleasure that was seconds away from consuming your body.

“I never said you had to wait for me.” Sam’s fingers dug just a little deeper against your clit. “I’m gonna keep making you cum, until I’m ready to finally cum with you.”

“Oh, god…” You genuinely didn’t know if your body could function in the way that he was practically demanding it to.

Shifting again, Sam slipping back inside you slowly. He started pumping in and out of you, gradually speeding up his pace again.

Your mouth fell open the second he hit one of those sweet spots inside you, hurling your body into another orgasm.

Your hand wrapped around Sam’s wrist, feeling the muscles in his forearms flexing as his fingers continued working you over.

He pulled his hand away, leaning his body back down over yours.

“Relax, princess.” Sam whispered lowly into your ear. “Doing so good for me.”

As you calmed down, your body ached for his previous pace.

You begged through the mind numbing (yet addicting) feeling of overstimulation. “Don’t stop. Shit, please don’t-“

“Funny how just a couple hours ago, you couldn’t stand me.” Sam snickered, panting and grunting in between a couple words. “Now your pretty body is coming undone for me. Right- fuck, right here in my bed.”

God, he was making your brain short circuit.

“Want to ride you,” it slipped out before you could think better of it.

“Yeah? You wanna ride me, baby doll?” Sam questioned lightly, his way of checking to be sure it was really what you wanted and not a completely thoughtless statement.

You nodded frantically, looking into his eyes for the first time in a little while. Every bit of the sex filled air in your lungs, poured out of you in a shaky sigh.

“You can ride me, princess.” Sam nodded back, pulling out of you. “As long as you do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”

“That depends,” you mumbled in response.

Sam clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling you into his lap anyway.

“Bratty girl.” His hand smacked down against your bare thigh, causing you to gasp and drop your head back.

“Ooo, she liked that.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slowly sunk down on his cock - hard and throbbing from edging himself.

The deeper you took him, the more your arms shook and threatened to fail in upholding the weight they were under.

“Do that again,” you begged through your shaky voice, aching to feel the sting of his hand on your skin again.

Sam’s lips pulled up in a pleased smirk, as he drawer his hand back and bringing it down again, this time against your ass.

The pleasurable pain of it, caused a choked moan to erupt from your lungs. You clenched down around him, causing his smirk to falter and a whiny moan of his own.

“Fucking christ, Y/N-“

“Not so smug now, are you, Sammy boy?” It felt nice to finally have a quip of your own.

Of course it took him no time to recollect himself. Slick fuck.

Sam’s hand slid from where it was still lingering over your ass, up to your hair. His fingers tangled in, swiftly yanking your head back.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, princess.” He warned lowly, delivering a sharp thrust up into you. “That wouldn’t be in your best interest.”

Despite his fingers being tightly woven into your hair, you started rolling your hips into his.

“That’s it, princess. Be a good girl and move for me,” He was taunting you; taking note of how you were struggling to hold it together. How your eyes had closed, as he kept your head tipped back. How you bottom lip was secured between your teeth.

Blindly, you trailed your hand up his chest until your fingertips could feel his collarbones. Your hand moved up just a little farther, until it was resting against the base of his neck.

You were convinced that even the loudest of noises, would fail in covering up the gasp that Sam emitted.

His fingers loosened in your hair, his hand falling to the back of your neck and you immediately looked back down at him.

“What is it, Sammy?” You fought to find a tone just as mocking as his had been all night. “Now who looks all fucked out?”

“Don’t- oh, fuck me-“ Now Sam’s tone was whiny, just as yours had been. “Don’t fucking try me. I’m telling you, little brat.”

Your grip tightened slightly around his throat, just as his tightened around the back of your neck.

It took everything in you to keep the quick pace of your hips; your main encouragement being getting Sam off.

“Slow down.” Sam bit out through gritted teeth, grabbing at your hips with both of his large hands.

“N-no.”

The two of you were caught up in a little battle for dominance. Unfortunately for you, Sam was stronger a just a little too good at what he does. So, the upper hand was his once again within seconds.

Just as you felt Sam twitch inside you, he was using all his strength to haul you off of him, dragging you up to his face.

Your hands flew forward to grab onto the headboard of Sam’s bed. You were almost certain you were going have whiplash later.

“God damnit, Sam!”

You weren’t sure if your outburst was because of losing your upper hand, or if it was from Sam’s mouth connecting with your swollen bundle of nerves.

However, you lacked the brain power to figure it out, so, you chalked it up to both.

“At least you don’t have as much to say now-“ A stream of moans cut through your sentence, as Sam’s tongue flicked over you clit faster - you guessed as retaliation. “-D- do you, Sammy?”

Despite how much he may have wanted to say something quick and snarky, Sam was hell bent on making you cum again. Even if that meant giving up a good moment of… banter - as he considered it.

His grip tightened on your hips and his tongue repeated a similar action from before; flicking rapidly along the side of your clit, a particularly sensitive little spot that Sam had become well acquainted with already.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your voice was growing raspy from the constant moans he’d drawn out of you.

“That- Sammy, that spot, i-“

There was a low hum from Sam, accompanied by the soft vibration against you.

That little bit of vibration did nothing but nudge you even closer to your release. Your high pitched squeak was definitely a give away to Sam as well, and like the sick bastard you felt he was, he repeated the same little hum. Even longer and drawn out than the first time.

“Sam… Sam. Fuck, Sammy-“ You gripped at the headboard tightly, letting his name slip off your lips in a constant stream.

Hot tears stung at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. A pathetic sobbed soon followed and you felt Sam’s chest bounce ever so slightly, as result of his silent, pleased, giggle.

How he had infiltrated his way into knowing your body like the back of his hand, was beyond you. There weren’t any comprehensive thoughts left in your head. A few profanities and Sam’s name, was all that remained.

Sam moved you away from his mouth and wrapped his arms all the way around you, flipping the two of you over in one swift movement.

Your chest heaved, hands clung tightly to his shoulders and hot tears trickled down your cheek - almost cartoon like in how perfectly the few droplets had fallen.

“You wanna stop?” It was so genuine, as his thumb grazed your cheek to rid it of one of the little tears.

You took a few more deep breaths, finding his serious tone and gentler touch very grounding.

“N… No.” You answered him, voice clear and certain, once you worked passed the little stutter.

“Open your eyes and tell me.” He commanded gently.

You did as he said. “No, I don’t wanna stop, Sammy.”

a sob of desperation strained your voice. “Put… put it back,”

“What? You want me back inside you?” The previous Sam had returned once again. He didn’t miss a single beat.

You reached down, taking him in your hand and moving to line him up with your entrance yourself.

He was so hard. The second your hand wrapped around him, his cock was twitching in your loose grip. You couldn’t help but glance down, practically drooling over the way his tip, angry and red, was leaking profusely.

“God… you look so pretty like this…” Sam spoke up breathlessly.

As soon as his head of his cock nudged your entrance, he was pushing all the way in.

The breath you released puffed out of you, like you’d been holding it for hours.

“Need— oh, shit- okay…” Sam was barely holding on to his own composure.

He fell quiet for a moment and the two of you just stayed like that for a moment: Sam struggling to hold himself up above you, buried to the hilt inside of you,

“Need you to cum one more time, princess. Can you do that? Just for me?” His voice was as sweet as honey. “Cum for me one more time… Promise m’gonna cum with you this time.” Given the level of which he was struggling, you knew he was serious.

“I don’t… I don’t know that i can…” You whimpered, sucking in a quick breath of surprise through your nose, when you felt Sam’s hand trail down between your bodies again.

“Yeah, you can.” Sam nodded, gently rolling his hips into yours. His thumb rested over your clit so gently, you could burst into tears, rubbing slow circles into it. “Just one more, pretty baby. One more.”

Closing your eyes, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as more tears of pleasure fell. If felt so, so good. Too good.

“Atta fucking girl. Focus on how you feel and nothing else…” Sam cooed, picking up the speed of his thrusts ever-so-slightly

A sick, embarrassing, combination of a sob and moan flew past your lips without warning and you reached out for Sam, attempting to pull him down against your body in search of something to keep you on earth.

“Sam! Plea-“

“Shhh, just chase that high, princess. Chase it.” He cut you off, spouting encouraging words and praises to you. “You wanna scream? Scream. You wanna cry? Cry then, baby.”

Your head fell back and you allowed your mouth to fall open into the prettiest little “O” shape, but nothing came out.

“You’re gonna cum for me again…?” It was half a question, half a command.

“Uh huh.”

Those two little words took more power to get out, than trying to move a piece of furniture all by yourself.

“Yeah, you are.” Sam’s lips twitched upwards in a proud smirk, adding a little more pressure to his thumb that hadn’t once stopped circling your clit. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. My pretty, bratty girl. Don’t hold it, let it happen.”

Sam’s hips were faltering every few thrusts, alerting you that he was close and you were bound and determined to hold back, forcing him to cum before you.

Maybe he wouldn’t make you cum again, if he got there before you.

The way your body tensed and face contorted in concentration, was far too obvious, though.

“Fuck. No.” Sam hissed, mercilessly pounding his hips against you.

His thumb was sweet, brutal, torment over your clit. A few more quick, dizzying, circles away from forcing your soul out of your body.

“Oh my fucking God! Oh my god-“

Not once did you ever think you would be a screamer, but given the circumstances and immense amounts of pleasure, it was clearly very possible.

You also always thought seeing stars was fake… but that was also not the case.

Stars and little bubbles of grey clouded your vision; the sounds around you becoming nothing but faint, background noises.

You could just barely hear Sam’s sex-laden voice.

“There it is,” He managed out through his own expletives and moans. “Ride it, pretty girl. Give it all to me…”

After what felt like an eternity, you started to calm down and well… feel like you were back in your own body.

“Y/N,” Sam drawled out your name, almost singing it. “Are you still on planet earth?”

A humorless huff of a giggle blew out of you as you mumbled, “Hardly…”

Feeling Sam’s weight lift off of you, the bed dipped lightly at the foot. You forced your eyes open for the first time, drinking in Sam’s naked, mildly sweaty body while his back was towards you.

“Where are-“

“Gonna go get something to clean you up.” He answered, already knowing what you were asking.

Patiently, you waited for him to return. It wasn’t a long wait and when he did reappear into the bedroom, he was sporting the cheekiest smile you had ever seen.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Sam lied quickly, obviously fighting back giggles by the way his tone was pitched up.

“Sam, I swear, if you don’t tell me right now…” Rather than your tone being laced with irritation, it was playful.

He crawled back into the bed, sitting down between your legs and nudging your legs apart a little. His smile grew a little wider.

“I was just thinking about how I don’t think I hate you anymore.”

His words registered, but your answered was delayed thanks to the hiss that you pulled through clenched teeth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ Sam mumbled sweetly, concentrating intently on carefully wiping you off.

“It’s okay.” Your own lips pulled up in a lazy smile, thankful to see he had a sweet side.

“I, uhm… I don’t think I hate you either.”

Sam’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, hooded from a fresh sleepiness and sparkling with the post-sex glossiness.

Nothing else was said while he finished cleaning you up, too focused on not hurting you.

He cleaned himself up after, crawling back into bed next to you.

“We can do this, right?” Sam teased. “We can go from being insanely irritated with each other to cuddling… right??”

You tucked yourself closer to his body and giggled.

“I… I guess?” You shrugged against him. “You’re still gonna get on my nerves, though.”

“Whatever.” the scoff Sam let out was far too dramatic.

“Hey, you never know.” You peaked over your shoulder at him, mimicking one of his sly little smirks. “Maybe I’ll hate you again in the morning when I wake up.”

Sam’s mouth fell open in faux shock, but a bright, toothy smile forced it’s way into replacing it.

In a blink, his lips were attacking your neck with playful kisses,

“Two can play that game, you little shit.”

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