Your Needs, My Needs

Travel Blues

18+ only - minors move along

I debated posting this blurb up. I was inspired of packing for a get away with my husband, followed by @edgingthedarkness mirrored grief of going on a rather large holiday with her husband. For all of those who just love getting ready to go on a vacation, while their partner... well. You'll see.

Jake X Chris

Content warnings - this is an adult blurb - m/m interaction, oral, suggestions on other, more playful times.

I did try to edit this a bit - but it is rough, so pardon any errors or whatnots.

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     “Babe!” 

     I cannot believe he’s calling me again to march my ass back upstairs when my bag is packed, has been packed, and waiting by the door since last night. The week has been a push pull of an argument of trying to get ready to go. We’d planned this little getaway months before and I thought, maybe foolishly that Jake could be the big boy that he is and have his shit together enough to not wait until four hours before we were to depart the house to get on a plane to go to where the beach was quiet, the water super blue and a suite that was drenched in privacy.

      “What is it this time?” I grumble up the stairs.

      “Passport - I can’t find my goddamn passp—”

      His words die as he takes in my very pissed off expression. “It’s been on the front of the fridge for two weeks. I’ve only been saying it daily for a week now.”

      God, I hate sounding like a bitch but honestly, the man was an infuriating bastard at times. I turn on my heel and try my hardest not to look at the tornado of clothes and toiletries and whatnots that have descended on our bedroom. I suppose I’d be the one to have to straighten it up after our return. I puff out my cheeks and start back down to double check that the guitar cases are in order and labeled correctly. I wasn’t even to the halfway mark before -

      “Babe!”

      “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” I shout, turning to find him at the stop of the stairs.

      “Did I ever get that load out of the washer?”

      “Fuck if I know. Your laundry, not mine.”

      He throws me the cow eyes. The damn cow eyes that he knows I could never have the strength to say no to. Or at least that’s what he has made himself believe. I flip him off and continue down to my mission of checking airline tags once more - it would only be the fourth time in the last few hours. No - I am not obsessed. Really.

      He growls and thumps down the stairs like an angry teenager. I already know that his skivvies are in the dryer since I was the one that tossed them in there last night at about one in the morning after finding him on the phone talking on a group call with his parents and Josh. I knew he would forget. A happy sound of discovery comes from the laundry room. Moments later, he appears with a small bundle of boxer briefs and t-shirts in his arms. He skitters by me with a quick peck on the lips before heading back upstairs.

      “I don’t remember getting them into the dryer,” he’s saying as he disappears back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

      I notice that he also did not grab the passport from the fridge. My patients are hanging by a precarious thread. I drift in to get a glass of water and tuck the passport into my palm as his voice drifts down the stairs once more.

      “Do you think I should take the shorts or the speedo?” 

      I love this man. I do. 

      “Oh, did you get the fun… stuff?”

      My eyes squeeze shut against my will.

      “Hey - don’t mean to be a bother - but did you get the passports?”

      I don’t think I could drag enough breath into my lungs to keep myself from flying apart.

     “Hey, Babe? You didn’t happen to see that black hat, did you?”

     Could he be more vague - he only has like two dozen black hats.

     “Oh fuck - how can I be out of deodorant? Is there more in the cupboard?”

      Yup. Fuck my life. 

      “Where the hell is my black linen shirt?”

      I melt down into the chair. There are 145 minutes until the driver arrives to take us to the airport. This was not the first time traveling together, but I swear, the white knuckle race to get Jake ready to go anywhere is too much for my heart to take. I look at the front door once more - my bag, the guitar cases, my carryon that was mostly packed with his stuff. All of it ready. 

      Somehow, 45 minutes have passed. I must’ve drifted off into daydreams. I couldn’t hear anything going on upstairs. My hands come down on the arms of the chair and I am about to launch myself out of said chair to look for him, but a soft thump comes from the top of the stairs. I watch him wrestle his bag down the stairs as if he were a conquering hero. He hits the floor with another bump of the case and smiles that golden smile that makes me melt a little more each time. 

      How did he do that? He rolls the case to the door and looks at the tags with a satisfied nod like he was the one that had done all the work. I chew my tongue in hopes of not blowing the last gasket and landing us in a fight. This trip was just supposed to be about us. Not touring. Not mixing the album. Not the shows or fans. Not family or friends. Just us. He sheepishly makes his way to the kitchen, his eyes on the fridge.

      “Hey,” I say, holding up his passport.

      A grin of relief soothes over his moment of panic. He whispers something, but he’s too far away for me to hear. He brings his wrist up to make it obvious that he’s aware of the time and how much of it we have left. Those lips go from an innocent smile to something tinged a bit darker as he walks towards me.

      “Babe,” he says, the velvet of his rasp caught in my ears as his hands came down on mine.  “Can I show you that I’m sorry?”

       God, his voice hits me and my frame melts into the soft fabric of the chair that’s around me. “What do you have to be sorry for?”

       His fingers cradle my face as he bends down. “I know you have to put up with a lot when it comes to me.”

       His mouth hovers just over mine. I can already taste his tongue against mine as he looks at me, capturing all of my attention. He kisses me gently at first, but then demands that I open. He sucks on my tongue, grazing his teeth against it with a gentle moan.

      “Jake,” I whisper as lowers himself to his knees.

      He just smiles as he hooks his hands beneath my knees to pull me down a bit. Those strong fingers press into my thighs as the devil appears in his eyes. He undoes the belt and lowers my zipper, all the while, keeping his eyes on mine. Fucker. I can’t say no when that tongue peeks out to slide across his bottom lip. 

      “Let me just say thank you,” he says, his voice full of seduction. 

      I’m half hard as he pulls me from my briefs. “Jake.”

      “Chris.”

      My eyes roll closed as he pumps my cock a few times before drawing out my balls with his tongue. He is up on his knees over my prone body as he plunges my dick down his throat. My fingers thread through his thick hair, tugging it at the roots. My body floods with rapture as he twists his tongue and mouth around me just how I like and let out a loud groan. He moans while I’m buried deep and I feel the deep pulse within his mouth. He was working me hard and fast, seeking my cumshot to sear him. The sound of him working me is lush and sloppy as he squeezes my balls. I look at him just as he nibbles at the tip. Oh the things we would do on this vacation.

      He had asked if I had packed the ‘fun stuff’. What a question. I could hardly wait to have him bent with a plug in place and eating at his balls until he wept. Or to be buried, balls deep within that pillowy ass as I flicked at his lovely navy cockring. Oh my god - to have him eating my ass as I pumped myself hard? Making love to him every day for weeks… Yeah. This vacation was going to be for us. 

       Lost in my thoughts, I snap back as he sinks his teeth in at the base in a demand for my attention. Bastard. I grin as he hollows out his cheeks in a hard suck. My hips start to thrust at the sight of his swollen, cherry colored lips. It doesn’t take long, but it is loud as we work hard. I shoot my load hot and heavy down his throat and he coos against my skin with adoration.

      He kisses the tip of my rapidly softening cock. “Thank you, Chris.”

      “For what?” I ask, sleepily smoothing my fingers through his hair.

      “I know you put my clothes in the dryer, and had all of my shit right there where I could pack it,” he says as he tucked me back into my briefs. “I know everything that you do for me. So, thank you.”

       There is a knock on the door. Time was up. Time to head out. I kiss at his puffy mouth, grinning as I am already re-playing everything that was to come on this lovely, smutty vacation. 

What You'd Do To Me Tonight

Sub!Josh × Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Sub!Josh, Dom!reader, slight bdsm, slight degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, master kink, handjobs, edging, dacryphillia

You decide that it's your turn to have a little fun with Josh instead of letting him take the reins this time...

Usually, you let Josh take the reigns I'm your relationship. He had a gentle dominance about him in the bedroom, but tonight, you were feeling bold and decided to take charge.

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls as you leaned in closer to him. His breath hitched as your hands roamed his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your touch. The air was thick with desire, the scent of him intoxicating as you inched closer, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

Eventually, you pressed your lips against his, the kiss starting off slow and tender before growing more urgent and passionate. His hands found their way to your waist, presumably to pull you closer to him, but you stopped him with your own hands.

"Nuh-uh. No touching tonight unless you ask me," You whispered into his ear, nipping it for good measure. You could feel him shiver underneath you, but the cocky grin he had told you that he wasn't going to make this easy for you.

"Darling... You and I both know that you want me to touch you," He replied, trying to pull his hands from your grasp.

You sighed and stood up before taking a few steps back from the bed. Assuming he had control again, Josh grinned and tried to stand, only to be stopped again. His gaze followed your hands as you grabbed the box out of the closet that was full of various sex toys, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, c'mon, darling... you aren't really gonna chain me up, are you?"

You straddled him, pinning his arms above his head and chaining him to the headboard. "There," you began, "Now, be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you cum. Do I make myself clear?"

He rolls his eyes, a playful defiance in them, but beneath the surface, you can sense his excitement. It's in the way his toes curl involuntarily, the way his pupils dilate like dark pools of desire when you firmly grasp his jaw, asserting your dominance.

"I said: Do I make myself clear?" Your voice is a low, sultry purr, laced with a hint of command as you lean in, nipping teasingly at his plush lower lip.

Josh swallows audibly, a slight tremor running through his body as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Y-yes," he mumbles, the single word slipping past his lips in a breathless whisper, "Yes, you do..."

You hold his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you, before you slowly release his jaw, letting your fingers trail down his chest in a tantalizing caress. As you hover over him, a predator poised to strike, you feel a surge of confidence coursing through your veins. Tonight, you are the orchestrator of pleasure, the master of seduction, and Josh is your willing captive.

You unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down the column of his throat to his nipples, taking one of the sensitive buds into your mouth. His gasp turned into a moan as you nipped at it before turning your attention to the other and repeating your actions.

Your lips traveled down to his soft tummy, and Josh's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his restrained hands clenching against the handcuffs as he arched into your touch. The room was filled with the heady scent of desire, mingling with the soft sounds of his gasps and the rustle of sheets beneath you.

As you peppered his tummy with kisses and hickeys, you could feel the tension building in him, a primal need coiling tight in the pit of his stomach. "Feel good, baby?" You ask, nuzzling his clothed inner thigh.

"Y-yes... feels good..." Josh mumbled back, his face buried into the meat of his shoulder, muffling his voice.

Well that just won't do.

"Josh. Look at me," You ordered. When it was clear he wasn't gonna move, you grabbed his jaw once more, making him face you. Now that you had his attention, you began undoing his pants with your free hand, "If you stop looking at me, I'll stop touching you."

His cock was leaking against his hip when you pulled his pants down, the movement making him shiver. You released his jaw in favor of trailing a finger down his hips and wiping a finger through the mess. You held it up to his lips expectantly. "Open." Josh's lips opened, and you spread his bitter fluid over his tongue, feeling heat pool in your center at the act. "What do you say?"

Josh sounded absolutely fucked out already when he finally responded, "T-thank you, master."

As a reward for his good behavior, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it throb hot and heavy against your palm. Josh's breath hitched in his throat, a desperate sound escaping him as you began to stroke him slowly, teasingly. His eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown so wide they nearly seemed black.

You swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back. The moment he looked away, you let go of his cock, tearing a whine from him. "W-wait! Please don't stop!" He begged, teary-eyed.

"I told you I'd stop if you looked away. Want to try again?" You ask, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.

"I promise I'll be good! Just- fuck, just please keep going..." Satisfied with his begging, you resumed your precious actions. This time when he got close, however, you kept going, working him through his orgasm. You gathered up the mess on his tummy, spreading it on two fingers before pressing them against his hole.

"Deep breath, baby..." You mumble as you push your fingers into him.

This wasn't something that happened often, Josh bottoming, but it was something that you both enjoyed from time to time. As your fingers slid into him, his body tensed momentarily, a mixture of anticipation and a hint of vulnerability flashing across his features. The air in the room crackled with a raw intensity as you watched his face contort with a myriad of emotions.

Josh's breath hitched in his chest as he adjusted to the feeling of your fingers stretching him, his muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm. His eyes, darkened with desire, searched yours for guidance, for reassurance, and you responded with exactly that, reaching up to cup his cheek in your palm.

You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the subtle tremors coursing through his body as he surrendered to your touch. Every small movement, every breath he took, seemed amplified in the charged atmosphere of the room. His movements and whines became more and more frequent as you pushed deeper, searching for that spot you knew would have him singing for you.

"Ahn! F-fuck! (Y/N)!" His back arched off the bed, handcuffs jangling against the bed frame, "M-more! Please, Mommy!"

Both of you froze. Josh had never called you that before. You could see the panic and embarrassment rising in his face, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"Mommy's got you, baby..." You soothed him, speeding up your movements. It wouldn't be long now, you knew. He was like putty in your hands, all signs of defiance from earlier gone, now replaced by desperate gasps and writhing movements.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!"

When Josh came a second time, it was with a scream of your name as his cock spurted onto his tummy. Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the heavy panting of Josh as he lay sprawled out on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, his body a canvas of raw desire and ecstasy. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with a sheen of pleasure, as he basked in the aftermath of his release.

You watched him intently, your heart swelling with a mix of affection and lust at the sight of him so utterly undone. As much as you wanted to go another round, you knew he was done for the night.

"You did so good for me, Josh..." You whispered into his ear as you unhooked the handcuffs, gently rubbing the red marks left behind, "Let's get you in the bath, okay?"

"Mmm... okay..." Josh mumbled, clearly exhausted. You started him a bath, making sure to add in some lavender soap to the tub just like you knew Josh liked. Getting him to the bathroom was definitely a bit of work, what with his legs being jelly, but you managed, before climbing into the tub behind him, pulling him against your chest.

"Love you, Josh."

"Love you too, (Y/N)... Ya' always make me feel so good..." He mumbles, half asleep already.

You knew he'd get back at you next time, but for now, he was your baby...

A bunch of my GVF art

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{Author Commentary: So… I was unable to stop thinking about this & this… and I was  enabled  encouraged by the lovelies @daisyful-gvf @shutupdevvie @allieisacrybaby @earthlysorrows @jake-kiszkas-smirk and as always beta read by my dear @sing-against-the-sky }

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (spoilers) subby/sleepy Josh, hand job/blowjob, cum tasting. spit sharing, biting m-recieving, nipple play m-receiving, slight edging, slight overstimulation

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

All he ever wanted ~ Jake Kiszka x Reader

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!!!!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m rec), oral (f rec), unprotected sex, a little fluff, a little angst, light choking. Pleae let me know if I missed anything <3

A/n: Just some cute friends with benefits turned lovers with Jake. <3 (I posted this months ago and then deleted it so now Im reposting it!

Word Count: 2.6K

All he could do was stare. 

A shiver ran down his spine. 

Panic. 

He knew that if he did not do anything to stop her, this would be it. 

All of his limbs felt frozen as he watched her frantically pack up her stuff scattered around his usually peaceful bedroom. 

Do something! He thought, though his feet felt as if they had been nailed to the hardwood floor.

She turned towards him as if to give him a chance to undo what he had done. 

Her tear streaked face made her even more beautiful, and for the first time that night he truly realized the depth of the damage he had caused. 

Her sad eyes stared into his own tear filled ones. 

“I feel like I’m drowning, Jake. And you seem to just be fine, floating around treading in a sea of chaos,” she finally spoke in a whisper. Her energy was long gone, her throat sore from the screaming match that had taken place earlier in the evening. 

Gaining some strength he shook his head and stepped forward cautiously. 

“All I’ve ever wanted is to be with you.”

“You are everywhere all at once, but at the same time you’re never here,” she shook her head at him and stepped back, both of their stances faltering. 

Realization hit them both at the exact same time; maybe it was best if they went their separate ways. 

He immediately shook the idea out of his head, he did not want that. 

He began racking his brain for things he could possibly do to make her believe his words, because he knew that his words were nothing but empty promises to her. 

“Are you actually leaving me or do you just need some space?” He whispered, his voice smaller than she’d ever heard it. 

“I don't know,” she sighed. “You’re leaving, and for a long time. I know what I signed up for when we started this agreement. It was never meant to have feelings involved.”  

He grew frustrated, maybe even angry. 

He knew he had been the one to make it all come crashing down around them, their own little bubble bursting into a million pieces in a matter of seconds. 

How could she not see how deeply he felt for her? 

How could she not see the yearning for her in his eyes every time she got out of his bed in the early mornings, the moon shining strategically onto her form as she picked up her clothes, leaving him there alone, in a now cold bed. 

He allowed himself to reminisce for a short moment. 

-

Her long hair fell over her shoulders as her naked form moved above him. 

Both of them were close to a bursting euphoria that they only felt when being in each other's arms like this.

Jake watched intently at where their bodies were connected as she leaned forward towards him, her knees getting weaker the closer she got. 

Both of their moans filled the room as they came.

His whole body was trembling as the intense, blissful white pleasure took over him. 

He wasn't entirely present but he was sure he might have let out a long drawn out yell like moan. 

He had never in his life experienced such intense euphoria as he did in that moment. The pleasure so pure it made his head spin even as he was coming back down to the present again. Back to her.

Their eyes locked, and in both of their eyes were a thousand words neither of them dared to say out loud.

He didn't know what his soul was meant for or what it was made of, but in that moment with her, he knew that they were one in the same. Bound to be connected by not only sex but love. 

I will surely screw this up, he thought.

-

And screw up he did, though not in the way most might think. It had been his idea, after all, to not involve feelings, making it a strict friends with benefits relationship. 

And although she had agreed, he could still see the hurt in her eyes.

For months they ended most of their nights in one another's beds. Sometimes even in hotel rooms somewhere as he traveled and lived out his dreams with his brothers. 

But, it was him that uttered those words that were strictly off limits just mere hours ago.

She’d recoiled back from him as if he had physically struck her in the face.

All he ever wanted, all he ever needed, was her. But how do you make someone understand the depths of your love when you have simultaneously been the one to deprive them of that same love for months?

Never in his life had he felt so at a loss for words, now when he needed them the most. 

He wasn’t sure what he would do if she actually left, though he did know for sure that if she did go, a piece of him would leave with her. 

It was truly now or never, he had to get it right this time. 

Taking a step towards her once more, he waited to see if she moved back again. But when she didn't, he closed the rest of the distance between them and placed a gentle hand upon her still tear stained cheek. 

“Will you please just listen to me for a second?” He begged.

“If you decide that you still want to leave after then you can, I will never force you to do anything. But please just give me a few minutes.” Not only did his voice beg her but his soft, sad brown eyes that she knew she would not be able to say no to, did too.

When she didn't say anything he took that as a yes. 

“At first it was just sex for me, and I know I hurt you when I told you that I didn’t want more than that,” he explained and took a deep breath. 

He was about to attempt to put his love for her into words, say it to her face and he did not know if she would accept it or give him her love in return. But to him, in this moment he knew it had to be done. Even if it meant that she might potentially break his heart. 

“Words don't come easy to me so forgive me if I stumble and make a fool of myself.”

“I don't know when it shifted for me, maybe the feelings were there from the beginning and I was too stubborn to acknowledge them.”

“I love you. And not how I love my friends and family. I love you as in I want you around me at all times because you make even the gloomiest of days shine brighter. I love you as in whenever we are apart, it feels like a piece of me isn't there. And I know our moments together are short, but they don't have to be, not anymore. I want you in all aspects of life. I want you in the morning while you sleep in so I can slip away to make you breakfast for no particular reason other than because I love you. “

“I am not trying to get you to stay by saying all these things so we can keep having a sexual relationship only. I am saying it to make you see that I truly want you. All of you.”

By the time his eyes flicked up to hers, her eyes had filled up with new tears though he wasn't sure what kind of tears they were. 

“Everytime I kiss you, I hope you can taste all the words I want to say to you that I know I shouldn't. Ever since you stepped into my life everything has been better. I wake up and my first thought is how you are feeling and what you are up to. I know I have not been fair to you, but I promise you this; I will dedicate all of my remaining days into showing you just how much you mean to me. I love you,” he concluded as he swept away her tears. 

“I am scared,” she admitted quietly. 

“I am scared that if I give my heart to you, you might break it without meaning to.”

He smiled softly at her, “I have proven time and time again that I am unworthy of your love, and I know I stumble into situations that end up hurting you. But if you are willing, even in my darkest moments I will cradle your heart with such gentle hands that it will never break. Never at my hand and never by anyone else’s, for as long as I am alive.”

Before he could really comprehend what was happening her lips were on his. Her bags dropped to the floor with a loud thud. 

In their kiss there was no longer pain and sorrow but a newly found higher passion and love.

The need to be as close to each other as possible grew intensely as their frantic hands pushed and pulled at their clothes that now felt like one heavy barrier. 

He laid her down on the bed as he’d done so many times before, though this time with purpose and much gentler hands. 

“I love you too,” she whispered out as he poured his love out onto her in his kisses. 

He lifted his head to look at the girl under him, enamored by her soft spoken declaration of reciprocated love for him.

“I want all of you too, and I’m also sorry, for being so cruel to you earlier with my words and actions. I’m sorry for denying you as well and making you feel as if you were wrong for telling me how you feel when we said that we would be honest with each other from the beginning,” she said, stroking his cheek and the little patch of hair on his upper lip. 

He shook his head at her as he leaned down to kiss her lips quickly before he replied. 

“You don't have to say you're sorry.”

“Okay, but I am and I know we need to talk more about this, but right now all I want is you,” she spoke, to which he smiled and silently agreed.

Her hand came up to his chest and gently pushed him to lay beside her. 

As she crawled over him, she left kisses everywhere, and as she descended down to where he wanted her to be most, she whispered a final I love you to him.

She began kissing his length all the way down and up again as her right hand grabbed him at the base, and with a final kiss on the tip she opened her mouth and gently guided him onto her tongue, his cock laying heavy and throbbing with need for her on it. 

As she bobbed her head up and down he threw his head back panting, all the while letting out tiny whines. His hand reached down to hold onto her hair, he knew she was there but he needed to feel her so as to not lose himself completely.

As he felt himself growing close he gently pulled her off him, to which she whined and pouted.

“I don't want it to be over so soon, besides I have been dreaming about the way you taste for weeks,” he smiled up at her. 

He laid her back down onto the bed, kissing his way down to the place he never wanted to leave, and as he got the first taste he's had in weeks, his eyes rolled back and a low growl came out directly onto her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she let him take her in any way he wanted to. 

Her moans filled the room as he worked on her, switching between sucking her into his mouth and shaking his head vigorously. He knew though that the trick to get her there was to circle his tongue around her clit in fast tight circles. So that's exactly what he did until she was calling out his name and putting a trembling hand through his hair and if she had not stopped him right then he would have continued for the next several hours. 

When she came down from her high he captured her lips in an even more passionate kiss than before, if that was possible. 

“Please, please fuck me Jake,” she pleaded with him, though she did not have to beg nor try to convince him to do it. 

“Oh, I plan on it, Sweetheart,” he said grinning. 

She layed splayed out on the bed, hair wild and for a moment he allowed himself to admire her. Her big eyes were sparkling at him with a hint of lust in them. 

Snapping out of it he grabbed himself and looked up at her to see if she was ready, only to find her in a similar trance-like state, looking at him lost in her own head. 

His grin grew as he slapped the head of his cock down onto her sensitive clit to snap her out of it. 

She gasped lightly as a similar grin crept up on her face.

“Are we doing this or-'' she didn't get to finish her sentence before he pushed himself into her in one thrust. Both of their eyes rolled back into their heads. 

“God, I've missed you,” he panted out as he set a pace that was borderline brutal. 

“I lo-love you, I love your cock so much. Fuck…” she cried out, grabbing onto him by his shoulders. 

“I love you, s-so much too. Fuck, come here,” He moaned out as he pulled out of her flipping her over onto her stomach.

He laid his full body weight onto her and began thrusting deeply into her from behind, as his arms circled to hug her around her neck. 

He reveled in being this close to her, to feel this connected to her on a deeper level than they had ever shared before, because now they could. There was nothing holding them back from each other now.

He could feel her getting close as he panted and whined directly into her ear and flipped them both over so they were now both on their backs. 

As he drove into her so hard their skin grew red, he moved his left hand up to her neck lightly squeezing it, just how he knew she liked it and when his other hand reached down to circle her clit she cried out for him.

“I got you, Love. I got you. Let go for me, show me how much you love me and I’ll do the same. I'm so close, God! You feels so fucking good,” He exclamied as his moans grew louder, nearing his end. 

His hand tightened its grip on her throat and as he moved to an even faster pace than before she reached her high and as he felt her cum around him he reached his as well.

High pitched, whiney and long drawn out moans filled the space around them as they both experienced that same euphoria they only had being with one another. 

Jake loosened his grip around her throat as they both fell limp against each other. 

She moved to lay down beside him and as they both let out a content sigh the pair locked eyes, and in that moment they both knew that this is exactly where they both belonged. 

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The end <3

Tiny Danny aka "The Accidental Snitch"

Babygirl

Danny Wagner x Reader

babygirl danny. what the title says, danny makes a joke about how you make him moan like a girl, chaos ensues

words: 1339

tags: 18+!! smut, oral (m rec), feminization??, feminine pet names, feminine anatomical terms for male body parts, rimming, maybe slight overstimulation?? i’m so bad at tags im sorry

Danny lets out a whine as you gently palm him over his boxers. You’re on your knees between his legs while he sits on the couch. He’s already half hard and bucking into your hand. You gently squeeze and he lets out another high pitched moan, and he chuckles breathlessly. “What?” You smirk and ask him. “You make me moan like a girl…” He responds with another chuckle. Now that’s a fun idea… You grin at him, “Aww… you sound so pretty for me, babygirl.” You feel his cock throb when you call him that, and his eyes widen. He looks away, his face beet red, “Don’t- don’t call me that-“ You grin even wider, rubbing him through his boxers again, “Aww… does that turn you on? You like being my pretty girl?” The moan Danny lets out is probably the hottest noise you’ve ever heard him make, and his hips rut into your hand, “Please-“ he whines. You can see the wet spot forming at the front of his boxers. You bite your lip and rub two fingers over it, “My pretty girl is already so wet for me… I bet you want me to eat that pretty pussy huh?” Danny shuts his eyes tight and he moans again, “Y-yes- please-“ You giggle and gently pull off his boxers. His cock springs out and smacks against his tummy, a string of precum connecting the tip to his stomach. You swallow hard and run your palm up the shaft, which earns a pitiful whine from Danny’s throat. “Oh princess… you’re dripping… I bet that pretty clit is aching for my mouth…” Danny lets out a sob, “Y-yes- please- please I need it-“ He begs. You run your other hand up his thigh, “I won’t make you beg for it baby… you’re such a good girl for me.” You wrap your hand around the base, squeezing gently. Another high pitched whine rips from Danny’s throat, and he bucks his hips into your hand. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss to his tip, before licking up the precum that was leaking from him. Danny’s hands grip the couch cushions as he thrusts his hips forward again. You push his hips down and look up at him, “Uh uh… hold still for me pretty girl… can you do that for me?” Danny whines and nods quickly, “Y-yes- I-I can- I’ll be good-“ That’s the exact answer you were looking for. You place another kiss to his tip, “Mmm good girl…” You take the tip into your mouth, sucking and licking softly. Danny throws his head back with a wail, his hands immediately grabbing onto your hair, “F-fuck- so good-“ Danny moans out. You can’t help but groan as you feel more of his precum leak onto your tongue, the salty sweet taste making your eyes roll back. You take a deep breath through your nose and sink down deeper onto his cock, feeling it slide against your tongue. Danny practically mewls, “Oh god baby- fuck- I love your mouth- I fucking love your mouth-“ Danny babbles, the muscles in his thighs flexing in attempt to keep them still. You grab his thighs and dig your nails into them, beginning to bob your head up and down on his cock. You watch as he throws his head back with a groan, his adam’s apple bobbing indecently. God you need to see him fucking whine for you. You pull off of him with a loud “pop”. He looks down at you and whimpers, “Why did you stop?” You stand up and look down at him, “I want you on your hands and knees pretty girl.” You coo. He shudders at your tone of voice, and does exactly as you say, getting on all fours. You grin and run your hand down his spine as you get on the couch behind him, “Good girl… you want me to eat you out don’t you?” You push him down so his chest is against the couch, and his ass is up in the air. He whines, “Yes- please baby-“ “Please what, baby girl? What do you want?” Danny almost sobs, “Please… please eat me out-“ You grin, and massage the plump of his ass, “Good girl.” You lean down and press gentle kisses against his ass cheeks, paying equal attention to both of them. Danny whimpers softly, his cock dripping between his legs. He lets out another loud, high pitched moan when you sink your teeth into the flushed skin, “F-fuck-!” You soothe the area with your tongue, before spreading him open, his hole already pulsing with want.

You can see Danny hide his face in the cushions, and you reach forward to run your fingers through his hair, “No no, pretty girl, let me see your face…” Danny whines and looks back at you, his cheek pressed against the pillow and his eyes hooded and needy. “Good girl…” You move back into position, spreading him open again. You lean in and lap at him, experimenting. You’ve never done this to him before. As soon at your tongue meets his entrance, his whole body twitches and he lets out the most erotic sound imaginable, his hole clenching around nothing. You moan at the taste of him, and immediately dive back in. Danny grips the couch cushions and his mouth falls open, pitiful whines leaving it. You circle your tongue over the ring of muscles, the musky, warm taste has you dripping already. “Fuck baby girl… you taste amazing… I could eat this pussy all day.” You mewl out as you lick a stripe between his cheeks. Danny whimpers, looking back at you, his eyes hazy and cheek pressed flush against the cushion. He looks absolutely sinful. You make eye contact with him before pulling back, and spitting on his hole. Danny’s body jerks and he gasps, his cock leaking even more. You grin and bite your lip, “Oh you like that huh? You’re such a dirty girl.” Danny whines again. You bring your tongue back against him, gently pushing it past his entrance, feeling him clench and quiver around you. You wriggle your tongue inside of him, and you can see the veins in his hands protrude as he holds back. He wants to touch himself so bad, and you know it. You pull back again, “Stroke that pretty clit for me baby… make a mess all over this damn couch.” Danny practically sobs in relief, and his hand is immediately wrapped around his cock, jerking it hard. He’s dripping so much you can hear it, and fuck, it turns you on so much. You tongue at him again, slipping your tongue inside and moaning at the taste. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his legs quiver and his moans reach an impossibly high pitch. You knead his ass cheeks and move your tongue faster. Danny’s hand picks up speed and he starts to babble incoherently, “Fuck baby- baby i’m gonna come- oh i’m gonna come- FUCK!!!” Danny lets out an absolutely pornographic moan as he comes all over his hand and the couch. you feel him clench hard around your tongue and you push deeper, the taste of him driving you crazy. You finally stop when Danny starts to pull away from you. Danny pants loudly and practically collapses, laying on his side. You lay yourself on top of him and stroke his hair, “Did i make you feel good, pretty girl?” Danny nods, “Oh my god yes- can we please do that again sometime?” He breathes out. You giggle and kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself on your tongue, “Of course we can baby. Maybe next time you can try taking my fingers… or maybe even my cock…” You lick his cheek and he shudders, a little whine leaving his lips, “Fuck…” You giggle and hold him close. You’re still painfully wet, but you decide to ignore it just so you can take care of him, your baby girl.

Look at himmmmm

Last week’s sketch page. Thought it was time Jake got some love.