Josh Kiszka X Male Reader

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

I should really do some more coloring of sketchbook pieces.

standing behind danny, holding his tied hands behind his back while you jerk him off, edging him so hard he can barely hold himself up. the only thing keeping him standing is your grip on the ties around his wrists.

His cheek pressed up against the wall, his breathing heavy, laced with your name, his moans are strained. He needs it so bad.

"That's a good boy. Taking me so well." You smile against his neck, his eyes are shut tight. "Look. I want you to watch what I'm doing to you. Want you to see the power I have over you." You command. Danny opens his eyes, his mouth hangs open, moaning as the sounds of your hand pumping his cock makes his knees weak. "Fuck." Danny whispers. "Yeah, baby. You're all mine." You smile, your hand focusing on the sensitive place on his tip, his forehead pressed against the wall as he watches the way your languid motions torture him.

Holding back desperately to keep from cumming. His teeth grit, a moan stiffled behind his lips. "You want it so bad, don't you, baby?" You ask. "Fuck, yes, please." Danny's voice shakes. "You want to cum in my mouth? Would you like that?" You ask as your hand grips him just a tad tighter, pumping so slowly the length of his achingly hard cock. "Yes, oh god, yes, please." He whispers. "Then ask politely." You grin evily, biting his arm softly, enjoying this prone position he's in. "May I p-please, cum down your throat, mistress." He asks, making sure to measure his tone, you can tell he's trying to keep the words from rushing out as he watches your hand stroke him, agonizingly.

"Oh sweet boy, I'd love to taste you. Good job on using your words. You're such a good boy for me." You reward him with a kiss to the spot you just sank your teeth into.

Moving between him and the wall, his arms holding him up in their silk binds as you move to your knees. Taking your sweet time to get comfortable, all while your hand continues its tirade. You bring your mouth close, your tongue presented for him. Taking just the smallest lap of the tip of his cock, a shudder running through Danny at the feeling of your cool tongue.

You smile, "Only when I tap your thigh, are you allowed to cum. Understand?" You ask, looking up at Danny. He nods aggressively, "Y-Yes, mistress. Thank you." His voice quiet and shaking. "Good boy." You whisper, bringing your open mouth to Danny's cock, so achingly hard, tapping it gently on your tongue. Danny let's out a stiffled moan. You close your mouth around the tip, humming in pleasure at the feeling of his soft skin against your tongue, the taste of precum on your tastebuds makes you practically buzz.

Danny's hands are clasped together, white knuckles as he watches you. "Mmm." He moans, holding tightly to his abilities. You take him deeper, slowly. You begin to bob your head a moment. Taking him deeper in your mouth. Pulling out and running your tongue down the length of the underside of his cock before taking it all again.

Enjoying the feeling of his cock inside your mouth, holding all of the power in every move you make. Danny's breathing is erratic, his moans are strained and you are soaked just playing with him. You move faster, he's on the brink of sanity. You moan against him as you continue taking his cock deep down your throat. You want to taste him. He's been so good, he deserves it all.

You tap your hand against his thigh, your motion swift and purposeful. Danny's breathing is so loud, he tries desperately not to move his hips and fuck your mouth, it's not his place. He whimpers as you move faster, gagging as his tip hits the soft warmth of the back of your throat, drool running down your chin, eyes looking up into his. "Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, mistress, I'm gonna, oh my god I'm gonna cum-" He moans, his voice low and raspy as he loses himself, his hips moving closer to your face, his cock deep in your throat, you love every second of it. His hips still and he cums, his voice crying out desperate groans as he cums down your throat. You don't stop taking him again and again, your head bobbing over his length, his knees nearly buckling as you take every drop of what you've earned. What you own.

Finally, you slowly slow down, his hips stuttering, the sensitive head babied by your tongue, his moans sound broken, his heaving chest working to catch his breath, his eyes exhausted, the sight delights you as he watches you teasing his aching body. "Come here, angel." You whisper. Danny practically falls to his knees. His head laying against your neck as you hold him close to you. His bound hands in your lap, his breathing in your ear, little moans seep in as his body twitches from the massive surge of pleasure still coursing through him. You untie his hands. His arms are heavy, but they hug you back. "I love you." Danny sighs tiredly in your ear. "I love you more."

Feels Like Gold

Jake Kiszka x AFAB/GN reader

18+

Warnings: graphic sexual content, oral sex (both rec), penatrative sex, swearing, alcohol use, chris appearance (he needs his own warning), etc.

Word count: 1.9k

Ok so I've never written fanfiction BUT I really wanted some pirate jakey, so little summary is you've been 'disguised' as a man on his ship for a year and your captain is drunk, horny, and desperate ermmm yeah yay!

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The year is 1689, you are disguised as a man, working as a deckhand on 'The Golden Fleet'.

The captain, Jacob Thomas, as any captain is, or at least should be, was ruthless. At the time, he is one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. You have watched this man battle the greatest, he pulled a sword on fucking Blackbeard, the man beat guns with a fucking sword!

For the most part, the crew was scared of him, and reasonably so. No one dare disobey his orders or commands, no matter how insane, lest they want their head chopped off.

Despite all of this, you had taken a strange interest in him. Maybe even a liking. For a filthy, drunken pirate, he was surprisingly gorgeous. His eyes were entrancing, dark and deep, holding grotesque secrets of the sea. His skin was rough and tan from days in the sun on the water, working and commanding. His clothes were dark, worn down. Occasionally, he would steal new things when the ship stopped at ports. Silken shirts and nice leathers, but he usually just wore the same things till they fell apart. Over time you had taken a fondness to him, and it seems, he to you.

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Usually, every few weeks, the ship would stop for a day at a port, not for the crews leisure, but for the captains. He needed his….fixes. He would disappear for the entire time, off with groups of maidens, whores, and when he returned, he would be in a much better mood. At the moment though, you were too far out at sea to stop. It had been around 4 months, and the men were starting to get desperate. Your captain, in particular, had been in a horrible mood. Far more angry than usual, screaming at the crew, and staying cooped up in his quarters, soaked in booze.

It was extraordinarly late at night, the moon was high, the ship was rocking with the waves and wind. You were lying awake in your makeshift bed, unable to sleep. Suddenly, you were approached by Chris, the first mate. He was standing above you. He nudged you with his boot to get your attention. "The captain wishes to see you..in his quarters." He gave you a little smile before disappearing.

You quietly make your way to Jacob's door, deep within the ship, away from the crew. He liked his privacy. You knock quietly at the worn down wood, and his voice bellows out, slurred. "Come in."

You carefully open the door, and you are met with a sight that makes your cunt weep. Jacob sits in an old chair, his legs spread open, his head hung down. His shirt was popped open,  all but the last 2 buttons undone. He had a painfully obvious erection, prominent under the leather of his pants. His fingers on one side were curled around the neck of an almost-empty bottle of rum. His long hair had fallen in front of his face, and he peered up at you through it. "Birdie..c'mere" He said, beckoning you forward with his free hand.

Bird. The nickname he had bestowed upon you, when, on your first day on his ship, a seagull shit on your head. He had watched you struggle to wash it out, teasing you the entire time for it. A week later, the same happened to him, and he claims you cursed him.

You awkwardly made your way over to him until you stood between his legs. He slowly tilted his head back to look at you, taking in your features for a moment. His voice comes out low and raspy.

"Kneel."

You hesitate for a moment, frozen by shock. He couldn't be serious? You are quickly corrected that he is, when his eyebrows furrow angrily, and he raises his voice ever so slightly.

"You heard me. Kneel. Obey your Captain."

Not wanting to risk pissing him off any further, you immediately drop to your knees before him. He grins at that.

"There you go. Good." And with that, his free hand is buried in your hair, roughly shoving you forward until your nose is pressed against his crotch. You look up at him wide eyed for a moment, before relaxing a little into it, gently mouthing at him through the leather.

He groans. "Y'know what I want"

He fumbles with the button of his pants until it pops open, shoving them down his thighs until his cock springs free. He's incredibly hard, dripping with precum. This close you can smell him, every little scent, mixed together, making your head swim. It's musky. Sweat, salt, cigar smoke, booze, leather, dust, and something you can't quite place.

"C'mon, little birdie…love on my cock, won't you?"

Tentatively, you lick a long stripe up the underside of it before placing a little kiss on the tip. He takes another swig of his booze, his eyes locked on yours. He lets out a shuddering breath when you suck the head into your mouth.

He rolls his hips up and shoves your head down, forcing himself down your throat, groaning in pleasure when you swallow around him. "Fuck.." The word trembles out of him. "Natural, aren't you? You do this for the rest of the crew?"

You quickly shake your head no, and he grins, chuckling softly. Holding you by the hair, he bucks his hips up again, fucking into your mouth. He sighs. "Don't make me do all the work."

Slowly, you bob your head up and down along him, sucking and lapping at him lightly. His head falls back against the chair. Uncontrolled, slurred moans and curses spilled from his lips. You pick up the pace, hands grabbing at his thighs, his moans getting louder.

His hips stutter up, and that is the only warning you get before your mouth is filled with his release. He leans forward, his fingers digging into your hair as he moans breathlessly, writhing a bit, nearly dropping the rum bottle. After a moment he slowly pulls you off but grabs your chin, shoving your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow. He smirks when you do.

"There. Thanks, bird."

His calloused fingers cup your cheek for just a moment, running his thumb over your bottom lip, swiping away the saliva and cum left there. After a minute, he rises from his chair, setting the bottle down, he stumbles over to his bed. "Well, come on, then. I won't wait all night."

You scramble to your feet and over to his bed. He reaches over and grabs you by the shirt, throwing you down on to the bed with a little thud. His was much more comfortable than your own. His fingers hook under the edge of the shirt and pull it upwards. "Cap'n-" You gasp out, but it was too late.

He stares down at the cloth tied tightly around your chest curiously, one of his eyebrows quirked up in question. You look up at him, wide eyed and fearful. He runs a hand across it, and when you don't wince in pain, his curiosity grows ever stronger.

You struggle to form an answer, just looking up at him. "What- why?-" Jacob says softly, confused. His fingers find one end of the fabric and he unwraps it, pulling it off of your body. You turn your head away, hiding your face as you tremble beneath him, horrified.

"Oh, bird…." He looks at you in awe as he realizes. His hands run across your chest, squeezing lightly. After a minute he speaks quietly. "..'M not gonna kick you off the ship. Well, with a deal. You stay open to me, let me have you whenever I please, and this stays our little secret, Al-right?"

You nod quickly. "Yes- yes- anything you want, Captain." You say quickly, still shaking with the shock of it all. His hands slip down your stomach to your pants, unbuttoning them and tugging them down and entirely off of you. He shoves your thighs open and dips his head down.

He groans at the sight of your soaked cunt. Without a thought to it, he pressed his face against you, inhaling deeply as his nose brushed against you, his tongue delving inside.

He almost whines at the taste of you. It makes you cry out, your back arching up off the bed. His nails dig into your hips, holding you down as he lapped at you like he was a starved man, and your cunt was his very favorite meal.

He continues this for a few minutes, bringing you right to the edge. And when he knows you are about to release, he stops, grinning as he watches you struggle in frustration.

He lifts his head up, and, Gods, was he a sight. His eyes hazy, his hair a mess, his lips, shaded pinker than usual from kissing and sucking at you, and the best, his entire chin, lips, some of his cheeks, and the tip of his nose glistened with your slick.

He gets up to kick off his own pants, and abandon his shirt. You drink in the sight of his naked form, the only thing left being his jewelry. Doubloons that dangled from his neck. Carefully crafted, and carefully stolen rings of silver adorning his hands, and the hoop earrings that you got a glimpse of every so often when he pushed his hair back.

He climbed back atop of you, kneeled between your thighs. He pushed your legs up, one of his hands gripping the back of one of your thighs, the other, wrapped around the base of his cock. He gave himself a few quick strokes before pulling you up by the hips and lining himself up, letting his tip graze against you.

With one push, he was buried completely inside of you. His head fell forward, giving a loud groan, almost a growl. He stilled for a moment so you both could adjust to the feeling, before beginning to slowly rock his hips, starting out in time with the ship. He was fucking you in time with the waves. What a man.

"Fuck, you really are a little bird. Singing so pretty for me…"

The mixture of both yours and his moans fill the small room. His fingers had a grip on your hips that you knew would leave a bruise by sunrise. He sped up his movements, grunting through gritted teeth.

You could feel yourself quickly getting close again, and, by the sloppiness of his movements, it seems Jacob was too. You scramble to hold on to him, nails digging into his shoulders. He snarls, pounding into you roughly. "Come on. Fuckin do it!" He growls out the words lowly.

And with that, you felt the coil deep in your stomach release, crying out as the waves of pleasure washed over and through you, making you tremble. He was close behind you, giving a final thrust before spilling inside of you, his mouth open, his head hanging back.

You both were panting as you came down from your highs. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, making you whine. He smirked as he watched his cum dripping out of your cunt. "What a mess." He sighed, but had no intention of cleaning it up.

He climbed out of bed, retrieving his booze, and tossing a scrap handkerchief at you, letting you wipe yourself off. After taking a long drink of rum, he flopped back down on the bed and threw one arm over you, cuddled up close.

"Thanks, birdie."

You know how pirates would have a symbol branded on their hands showing they were a pirate? I figured why not do the same thing, but make it the caravel symbol 🤭

Captain Jake Kiszka, the most feared pirate on the seas.

Once more for those in the back.

Pretty Boy

You catch Sam feeling pretty.

!!!18+ ONLY!! Sub!Sam, Dom/Sub male sub, mommy kink [Very mild], p in v, unsafe sex {WRAP YOUR MONKEY IF YOU'RE GONNA GET FUNKY}, men in dresses. Smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst just for fun

“Sammy?” You called out, walking into your shared apartment. 

You heard some crashing coming from the bedroom, followed by a thud and an “Oh shit.” Growing concerned, you dropped your bag on the floor, “Sam, are you okay?” You asked, stepping quickly into the room, coming face to face with a sight from a dream. “Hey…” Sam trailed. You took in what you were looking at, Sammy tangled up in the white lace of one of your dresses. You knelt down, coming eye to eye, “What’s going on Sammy?” 

His eyes shifted away from you, but your grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes back to yours. “Were you dressing up for me? Hmm? Did you wanna get all pretty for me?” You whispered, tone settling on something verging on sultry.

“N-no…” your boy gasped out, cheeks going red with embarrassment. You scoffed, “I can’t believe you were going to keep this from me. Looking so pretty and having no one to look at you? Well that’s just not fair, baby.” You said as you stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you. You looked him over once more, tugging the dress so it fell properly against his skin, the sun shining through his hair, making it look golden in the light. “You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you?” You asked, blinking slowly, looking up through your lashes as his chest rises and falls. He’s silent.

You crack a swift hand against his ass, reveling in the way he gasps, “I asked you a question, Sammy.” You said sternly, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “Y-yes, I- I’m your pretty boy,” He finally stutters out, breath hitching as you cup his length through the light fabric. A devious smile spreads across your face as the idea makes its way into your fore mind. “You sit on the bed for me, pretty,” You direct, giving him a light push, giggling at the tent his hardening length is making in the dress. You watch as he hesitates, “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be right back.” 

You saunter to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes from the day. You grab your make up case from the bathroom counter before making your way back to the back where Sam is waiting oh so patiently for you. 

“Tell me, Sammy,” you started, moving to straddle his hips, “What were you planning to do in this dress before I got home, hmm?”  

“I was-“ He swallowed roughly, looking away. “Ah ah, pretty. I was talking to you, eyes on me, darling.” You instruct, waiting for his eyes to meet yours again. He faced you once more, cheeks glowing red, blush spreading over his chest, “I was going to touch myself,” he whispered, ashamed. 

“Oh you naughty boy. Touching yourself without my permission. Especially when you look so delicious. Well. This calls for a punishment.” 

“W-what? No!” He exclaims, sitting up abruptly.

You push him back down, “Don’t get smart with me Sam. Naughty boys deserve to be punished.” You said, rolling your hips over his cock. You had his shoulders pinned to the bed, and you could feel his length twitching as his hips bucked up into yours. “You need this pussy baby?” You asked sweetly, laughing as he nodded, “Oh you’re so desperate, aren’t you? Hm. Too bad.” You giggled as you patted his cheek. You watched as he squirmed under you, begging for any type of release, whimpering at the lack of touch. He was always so desperate when you got like this.  

“I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna use you, and make you look even prettier, and maybe. Maybe when I’m done, you can cum. Okay?”

He let out a soft keening, moan, “Please,” he whispered, voice already hoarse. You smiled at him from your place above him, “Good boy, no cumming until I say so, okay?” 

You shifted off of him to pull your underwear off, “Look at how wet you get me when you’re so pretty like this, doll.” He whimpered in response, moving to pull the dress off, “Oh no, no. The dress stays on,” you stopped him, leaving the fabric bunched up around his waist. “Need you to look so pretty for me.” You said as you settled back into your previous position. 

 You reached for your make up bag, grabbing the mascara, and twisting it open. “Look up for me, doll.” 

You brush the wand against his eyelashes, watching as they become more defined. Satisfied with your work you sat back, pussy resting against his length. You felt his hips begin to move under you, you leaned back gripping his thighs, “Don’t get too eager. I’m in charge,” you say, reaching under yourself to palm at his cock. “Such a pretty little cock, only the prettiest things for me, right darling?” You asked as you lined him up, finally sinking down, gasping as he filled you ever so slowly. “Ah- Y-yes. Pretty for you,” He breathed, eyes clenching with pleasure. “Eyes open lovely, we don’t want you messing up your pretty make up, now do we?” 

His eyes flew open, focusing back on your body, hands reaching up to grasp at your hips. “N-need to touch you,” he gasped, and you giggled, “Need something to hold onto, huh honey?” Voice coming out stuttered as you bounce on his cock, head titling back as you take in the feeling. You slow your rhythm, reaching for the make up bag and grabbing your pink lip gloss. You lean down with him still inside you, “Think you need a little of this,” you say, before swiping the wand across his lips. “Such pretty pink lips,” You praise as you quicken your movements once more. 

You rolled your hips, grinding down on Sam roughly, gasping when you feel his cold fingers begin to circle your clit. “Fuck, such a good boy,” You moan, “you know exactly what I need, so good baby,” you cry as his fingers massage that bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk as you get close, soft breathy moans coming from the man under you. “Fuck Sammy, so good,” You babble as you ride him into the bed. The heat builds in your stomach, “feels so good, mommy,” Sam moans out, and with that your orgasm washes over you, thighs clenching round Sam’s hips, hands coming down to his chest to brace yourself as you ride through your orgasm. “Fuck,” you heave, head resting against your chest. 

“Was um. W-was that okay?” Sam’s voice sound small, you pick your head up to look at him, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Darling, what’s wrong?” You ask, afraid you had hurt him, or gone too far. “The- uh. The mommy thing… I’ve never said-“ You cut him off, “Sam, that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It was great, you’re my good boy aren’t you?” You reassured, feeling his length twitch inside of you as you praise him. He let out stuttered moans as you began to roll your hips again, “Yeah, ‘m your good boy.” He sighs, hips rocking in rhythm with yours. 

You lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, still rolling your hips against his, his mouth opening with pleasure. You can tell by the way his hips stutter that he’s getting close, and well, you’re feeling nice. “’S my good boy gonna cum for me?” 

“Can I?” He asks, eyes shining, mascara smearing. “Fill me up baby, so good for me, my pretty boy,” You encourage, shivering at the overstimulation. “Good boy, give it to me.” You praise, clenching around him. “S-shit,” he gasps out, finally cumming and filling you up so nicely. “Yes, baby. Feels so good when you cum inside me, so good.” You sigh, circling your hips. As he rides out his orgasm, your drag your fingers through his hair, stroking his face. 

He breathes deeply, “we gotta do that again.” He says simply. 

You pause, before giggling, “Yeah.” 

You sit up, finally sliding off his length, gasping at the loss, feeling his cum drip out of you as you flop against the bed next to him. “Sammy?” You ask softly. “Hmm?”

“You can ask anytime to borrow a skirt or a dress you know? E-even if it’s not for something like this. You really do look very pretty.” You say, turning your head to look at him. He smiles, “I’m so lucky to be in love with someone like you.”

You share one more sweet kiss before heaving yourselves off the bed to clean up, and put the dress in the wash with some stain remover. (Maybe that one will stay in the closet from now on).  

HAVE YOU DONE GVF X BLUEY ART!!! If not would you want to

Yes I have done Bluey x GVF art! I turned them into Bluey characters, and then I also did one where I dressed up the girls like they were going to a show!!

It was a lot of fun! I’d like to do some more content with them one day, maybe make some funny comics or something :D

22 with Danny 🥹

Doing each others hair

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: showering together but no smut, fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

Prompt list here

The main door of your home opened, sending a jolt of panic through you. You weren’t expecting Danny to be home so soon, and your current state was very much reflective of that. Half of your hair was tied up, and the bottom half was doused in hair dye, although, admittedly, very poorly. You had greatly underestimated the dedication it would take to dye your own hair, and your arms were growing more tired by the second. Plus, it didn’t help that you couldn’t quite see what you were doing. The bleaching was an easy process, it didn’t take long and you still had motivation while you were doing it. Once you rinsed it out and blow dried, the mood shifted. You were hungry, tired, and ready to give up on your mission.

You expected to be finished by the time Danny returned home, but the process was taking longer than anticipated. When his footsteps echoed down the hall, you realized that it might just be easier to ask him to help, rather than to send him away. “Y/n?” He asked, nearing the door to the bathroom.

“In here,” you replied, loud enough so he could hear you over the music playing. “Come in.” You added, awaiting the door opening. After a moment, it did. He peeked his head around to get a look at you before he stepped inside. When he caught sight of the scene, he was met with a one that he certainly wasn’t expecting.

“What uh… what are you doing?” He asked, a smile on his lips and a small laugh following the question.

“Baking a cake.” You rolled your eyes. He chuckled, fully stepping inside.

“You need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. “My arms are killing me.” You set the brush down inside the bowl of red dye and turned to look at him. He lifted your chin, leaning down to place a kiss to your lips while being cautious about touching the dye. You carefully slipped off your gloves, motioning for him to give you one of his hands. When he did, you put it on him. He gave you his other hand so you could do the same.

He grabbed the brush, dipping it in the dye and positioned himself behind you. He was already aware of the process. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped you out, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were quite keen on changing your hair up every so often, and in a true boyfriend fashion, Danny was always willing to lend a helping hand. “Red this time?” He asked, slowly applying the colour to your freshly bleached hair.

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while. I thought it would look cool.” You shrugged.

“It will,” he agreed. “I like it already.” You smiled at his statement. He was always so accepting of anything you did, and made sure to cheer you on while you did it. He was the best boyfriend, and there was no arguing that fact. You had already done most of the work; he only needed to touch up the parts closest to your scalp. He worked in almost silence aside from an occasional comment. He finished it up with ease and placed the brush back in the bowl. He gently arranged the dyed portion on top of the towel you had draped across your shoulders. “All done.” He informed you.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to face him. He smiled down at you, just happy to finally get a good look at your face. That was something you loved about him; no matter what you looked like, or how much disarray you were in, he always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world; like he was so lucky just to be able to be near you.

“Anytime, bug.” He replied, removing the gloves from his hands. Once they were safely on the counter, he grabbed you by the waist and gently guided you into him. He leaned down, giving you a proper kiss. You held him there for a moment, content with the action and realizing how much you’d missed him all day. When you parted, he gazed over your shoulder and looked to the dye that was still left. “What are you gonna do with the rest of it?” You turned, looking quickly at what he was referring to. You pondered, unsure of what you could use it for. You’d overestimated the amount by a little, leaving just enough to make you feel guilty about throwing it away.

An idea sprung to mind, eyes lighting up and a mischievous grin spreading across your cheeks. You turned back to him, letting your gaze fall on the blonde streaks that ran through his mess of dark curls. You reached up, finding a highlight that ran underneath his hair, hidden mostly from initial view. You looked to meet his eyes, just to find him already watching you. “We could match?” He let out a small laugh, already knowing what you were thinking before you said it. “Just an idea.”

“Yeah, why not.” He shrugged. “Just one, though.”

“Of course.” You nodded, feeling the excitement bubble within you. He’d never let you do anything to his hair before, but at the same time, you’d never really asked. “You sure?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He assured you. “I think it would be cool. And I’d get to match with you, so that’s even cooler.” You felt a blush dust across your cheeks. Even after years of dating, he still managed to make you blush. Even after so much time, you often still felt the nervousness and giddiness of the crush you had on him all those years ago. You hoisted yourself up on the edge of the countertop with your hands so you could sit. Once you were secure in your position, you guided him towards you.

“Take your shirt off.” You said, grabbing the dish of dye. He did as he was told, throwing it on the floor. Your eyes drifted to his now exposed torso, finding your heart speed in your chest.

“Like what you see?” He teased, a smile still stuck on his lips.

“Always.” You breathed, no tone of joking present. Instead of lingering on the topic, you moved most of his hair around to one shoulder, securing it there with the elastic you had around your wrist. Carefully, you separated one streak of blonde. “You can still back out, you know.”

“I’m okay.” He laughed. “It’s just hair.” You couldn’t argue the point with him, because you always said the same thing. Without any further hesitation, you started applying the colour to his hair, too. It only took a few moments to completely saturate the hair, as it was only a tiny amount. Once you finished, you placed the dish back on the counter once more. You shifted slightly, pulling him into you a little bit further. You wrapped your arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. He looked down, careful as to not disrupt any of the hair that was processing the colour, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “How long do we have to wait?”

“‘Till it’s ready.” You hummed, cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” He laughed.

“About thirty minutes.” You said, closing your eyes and appreciating the warmth of his body. “How was your day?”

“Less exciting than yours.” He teased, fingers tracing small patterns into your lower back. “Lots of meetings, preparing for the next tour.”

“Don’t remind me,” you mumbled, your grip on him tightening a little bit.

“So you just decided you needed a change?” He asked.

“Yeah, got bored.” You explained, but he was well aware of your constant need to change up your hair. Over the years, it became normal for him to come home to the bathroom in complete disarray with coloured hair dye and towels all over the place. Often times, he ended up having to finish the job for you, but he never once complained. You thought the change kept things exciting, and he was always happy to see you happy. Plus, he’d think you were the most beautiful person in the world, even if you had no hair. He was in love with you no matter what, and proved it further every day that passed.

Minutes went by, filled with small chatter and many stolen kisses. When the time came to rinse the dye out, both of you thought it was easier to hop in the shower together. You stepped in first, the warm water instantly relaxing you. He let you enjoy the warmth for a moment before he helped you wash the colour from your hair. Once the majority was out, he searched for your shampoo and poured some on his hand. “C’mere.” He beckoned you towards him. You did so, allowing him the opportunity to lather the soap throughout your hair. He did it in a much more gentle manner than you would have, and took some extra time to massage your scalp, easing the tension in your head. Once he was satisfied with the amount of bubbles that had formed, he took it upon himself to try to form your hair into a giant spike at the top of your head.

“Stop,” you giggled, trying to push his hands away.

“No, hold on. I almost have it.” He pleaded. You stopped trying to fight it, in no way able to stay annoyed at him when he looked so happy. After a few moments, he managed to get it to stay up somewhat well. “There. It’s perfect.” He said in triumph. He only admired it for a moment before it inevitably fell. He didn’t dwell on the disappointment, wasting no time guiding you back into the water and washing it out for you. The beauty of the bare intimacy without the intent of anything sexual was overwhelming.

Once the shampoo was washed out, he carefully combed some conditioner through the ends of your hair. You stepped out of the way of the shower head, letting it sit for a few minutes. “Your turn.” You said with a smile. He stepped back into the water, wetting his hair and trying to maneuver himself down so you could comfortably reach his head. You did the same thing he’d done for you, leaving out the mohawk bit, and allowed him to wash the soap away. When it came time for the conditioner, you took extra time coating his hair and combing through the knots. Once you finished, he only gave you enough time to rinse your hands off before he was pulling you into a hug.

“I love you,” he hummed, guiding your face up so he could kiss you.

“I love you.” You mumbled against him, eyes closed in bliss. You both sat for a while, caught in an embrace neither of you wanted to break. Eventually, you parted and finished washing yourselves, then stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourselves in towels, finding yourselves gravitating back to each others hold. “Thanks for helping me.” You mumbled, face once again pressed to his chest.

“I’ll always help you, bug. That’s what I’m here for.” He said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Plus, I got a pretty cool hairstyle out of it, too.” You could feel him smile against you.

“We match.” You added, looking towards the steam streaked mirror. You lifted your hand, picking out the thin lock of red hair from his curls. “When you’re gone on tour, you won’t be able to forget me, now.” He let out a scoff, completely dismissing your comment.

“Like I could ever forget about you.” He pulled you a little bit closer, just to show you he meant what he said. “But, we do look super cool.”

“The coolest.” You agreed. “Everybody will be so jealous.” He laughed at your statement, nodding in agreement.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He ran his fingers through the freshly dyed hair.

“I love you,” you smiled. “And I have to admit, you look quite nice, too.” He pulled you into another kiss, both of you completely content by just being in each others arms. You knew that it would always be your happiest place, because you were certain you’d never find anyone else who was so willing to join in on your crazy ideas.

•

god i love danny he’d be such a good bf, always supportive and nice and sweet and i just love him sm :(

Between the Two of You - Pt. 2

Jake X Chris X Reader

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

WC: 4k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Slash, M/M, M/F, Threesome

A few of you asked for a part 2, and after seeing Mirador in person we couldn't get them out of our heads. Chris and Jake are an incredible team, it's safe to say we're cake lane❤️

Jake and Chris were sitting in one of their dressing rooms after another amazing Mirador set, basking in the afterglow of their performance when they heard both of their phones buzzing from the table. Their eyes met and their cheeks pinkened a little bit, knowing that it was Y/N texting their group chat. One of the upcoming shows was going to be nearby where she was staying and they’d decided to invite her out to a show, let her see them both perform now that they’ve got their stage presence perfected.

Jake giggled softly as he grabbed both of the devices, handing Chris’s off to him before sitting back down with his own in hand. “I’ll be there! But only if I get a backstage pass ;)”, both boys read her flirty reply, sending back their own words of encouragement and assuring her that they couldn’t wait to see her again. There had been plenty of flirty texts and pictures exchanged in that group chat over the weeks since the three of them had last been together and the anticipation was building up for each of them.

Their phones buzzed again and both men looked at the incoming message, it was a photo of her in bed in a short sexy nightgown with text reading,” Gotta get plenty of rest, I can't wait to see you boys tomorrow ❤️”

Jake feels his cheeks pinken,” She really is something else isn't she.”

Chris chuckles setting his phone down on the table top,” She sure is a spitfire. I'm sure that's how she can handle us both, isn't it babe.”

“Hey now! I have to go back out there and face thousands, I can't walk out with a situation in my pants.”

Chris smirks, grabbing his phone, walking over to the beverage cart,” Sure you could.”

⚔️⚔️

The following evening in yet another city they emerged from the stage to be met with their good friend Y/N waiting for them in the wings.

“Guys! That was incredible! Holy shit, call me Mirador’s number one fan oh my god!”

Chris embraces her first, giving her a tight hug and a soft kiss on the mouth,” So glad you liked it sweetie.”

Jake grasps her tightly kissing the side of her head,” I hope you're our number one fan, we're going back to your hotel room after this.”

Playfully she rolls her eyes, “such a flirt Jakey.”

As the evening progresses her and Chris watch the Greta set from the wings of Jake's side of the stage cheering loudly for their friend. About two hours later a sweaty exhilarated Jake emerges from the stage,” Give me 15 minutes to get cleaned up and then we're out of here.”

She giggles to Chris grabbing him by the hand following Jake to his dressing room. As soon as the dressing room door slams behind them Jake is kicking his boots off, throwing his sweaty jacket to the floor, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants while he makes his way to the shower.

“Yeah baby, take it off!” Y/N giggles, crossing the room to playfully swat at his ass. Jake turns and gives Chris a pointed look before turning back towards the shower, as if to say, ‘Well? Are you coming?’

“You want to shower together, Jake?” Chris teases with a smirk.

“Saves water and time, does it not?” Jake gives a shit eating grin right back before stripping himself completely. He turns the faucet as hot as he can stand it and steps under the stream, letting the scalding water relax his body. “I’m waiting…” Jake sing-songs, faking a yawn while Chris and Y/N are busy ogling him.

With that Chris starts kicking his shoes off and throws his shirt off over his head, but Y/N’s hands stop his own on their way to his belt buckle. “Let me.” She whispers, kissing his jaw before sinking to her knees. She wastes no time undoing his belt and pants before yanking them down his thighs along with his boxers, letting him step out of them. Once he’s fully bare in front of her, she takes a moment to admire him in all his glory.

His hands gently cup her face, “You’re a fucking vision, sweetheart. Look at you, on your knees for us.” He grasps her hands and tugs her back up to crash their lips together roughly making her gasp. It doesn’t last long before she’s pulling back, giving Chris a slap on his ass to urge him into the shower with Jake. She claps her hands together once both men are in the shower, watching them leave little kisses and touches on each other’s skin as they got cleaned up.

“I’m going to the bathroom really quick, you boys be good.” She giggles, leaving them each with a quick kiss on their damp cheeks.

“You know we can’t promise that, love.” Chris chuckles, pressing his lips to Jake’s and pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together under the spray of the water. She practically sprints to the bathroom and back, taking care of business as fast as she possibly could, to get back to the two beautiful men waiting for her.

When she walks back into the dressing room, she instantly feels her panties get wetter, seeing Jake and Chris still pressed against each other, mouths devouring each other while their hips are grinding together. She hears them letting out little gasps and moans when their hardening lengths brush together. She can't help but oggle Chris's bare ass as it jiggles while he thrusts,” So we made it to the couch I see.”

Approaching them slowly her eyes hone in on their hardened cocks, lengths brushing against one another leaving little pearlescent puddles of precum on their thighs. Her breath catches in her throat when Chris's middle and ring finger swipe through Jake's mess and bring them to his lips silently asking him to suck.

“That's my good boy.”

Her thighs clench, desperately trying to relieve the ache,” God you two are so hot.”

Chris grasps,” How does it taste? Tell me, my slutty little boy, I wanna hear all about it.”

In between kisses to Chris's glistening fingers Jake replies,” It's so good Chris, you're gonna love it. Try it baby.”

Chris goes to move his hand and Jake stops him, taking his own fingers and scooping up the new puddle of precum before presenting them to Chris to suck.

“You were right… fucking delicious.”

Her voice shakes as she speaks up,” Can we go to the hotel now? I'm so fucking horny.”

Both men nod reluctantly and begin to get dressed. Once presentable they begin walking down the hallways of the venue, Chris and Jake on either side of her. They pass Josh with his bags slung over his shoulder ready to leave the venue as well, his laugh echoing off the cement hallway,” Have fun!”

She turns to face him shooting finger guns making him laugh harder,” Be careful now!”

Firing back,” It's not my first rodeo Josh!”

Sending her a wink he teases,” Go easy on ‘em babe, I'm gonna need ‘em back for the rest of the shows!”

Throwing her head back she cackles before speeding up to catch back up with her friends.

On the way back to the hotel, everyone is talking and laughing, talking about that night’s show as well as anything else that comes to mind. Y/N can’t keep her eyes off of Jake and Chris no matter how hard she tries. Josh, of course, takes notice and blows her a kiss with a wink. She quickly turns her head, trying to hide her blush and Josh just smirks at her.

Once the bus is parked everyone piles out, no one seeming to be able to climb off the bus fast enough.

“Have fun! Be careful!” Josh giggles as Chris, Y/N and Jake jog past him towards the building. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” His voice raises just enough to make sure he’s heard over all the chatter. Jake flips him off over his shoulder, not even bothering to turn around and face him, before taking Chris and Y/N’s hands, impatiently leading them to the elevator. They’re the first ones to reach the elevator thanks to Jake’s rushing, and as soon as the three of them have stepped inside, Jake pushes the ‘close door’ button, giving everyone else a cheeky wave.

“You fucker!” Josh shouts as the doors close, laughing breathlessly, having sprinted trying to catch up with his twin.

“Sorry, Joshy!” Y/N giggles. “Gotta catch the next one!”

“Don’t wait up!” Jake yells over the elevator noise as they start the climb up to their floor.

Chris’s hands start roaming Jake’s body outside the hotel room door, making Jake’s search for the room key infinitely more challenging. “Where the fuck is your key?” Chris groans between kisses over Jake’s neck.

“Pockets…” Jake whines, unable to think clearly with the arousal clouding his brain. Chris sneaks both of his hands into the back pockets of Jake’s jeans, giving his ass cheeks a firm squeeze before removing his hands from Jake’s pockets, key in hand.

As soon as the door swings open, the three of them rush inside and Y/N slams the door shut behind them. “Strip and lay down on the bed, pretty baby.” Chris instructs Jake, palming him over the fabric of his jeans. Jake hurriedly obeys, shedding every layer of clothing until he’s fully exposed, knees bent and legs spread apart on the bed where he waits for them.

Chris gets to work slowly undressing Y/N and himself, putting on a little show for his bandmate. He presses gentle kisses all over her neck and chest before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She moans softly, turning into a little hiss when she feels his teeth graze her sensitive skin. Then he pulls back and takes her hand, leading her over to the bed.

Jake is a sight to see, face flushed, eyes almost black with lust. “You look so beautiful all spread out like this, Jakey. Gonna let me have another taste? I can’t get enough of you.” Chris groans, kneeling on the bed next to Jake and taking his throbbing length in his hand. He nods enthusiastically and Chris wastes no time trailing his tongue up the underside of Jake’s cock, swirling it around his tip before taking it between his lips, loving the feel and weight of it resting on his tongue.

Chris pulls back for a second, “Kiss him, will you, love?” directed at Y/N before swallowing Jake back down. She captures Jake’s lips with her own, his moans and whimpers being muffled into her mouth. When he has to pull away for air, he buries his face in the crook of her neck, trailing little kisses and nips all over while Chris spoils him with his mouth. He pulls back on him, his tongue swirling around his tip, gently working against his leaking slit. Jake cries into her neck as pleasure floods his brain and he feels himself getting closer,”I could cum from this, kinda wanna.”

She kisses Jake's forehead softly cooing,” Kinda want to? Can you cum twice for us Jakey? We have plenty more to do tonight.”

He gulps harshly, his face still hidden in her neck,” Yeah, I can. I can cum twice for you.”

Chris plants kisses up Jake's heated skin, his overly hard cock pulsing,” Go ahead, let go for me.”

He reattaches his lips to Jake's pink swollen tip, sucking hard.

“Fuck!”

Jake's back arches off the mattress and the knot in his stomach snaps and he's releasing into his band mates mouth. He leans up, mouth still full. Y/N quickly switches positions with him, grabbing Jake's still hard cock lining it up with her entrance before sinking down on him. She smirks as Jake gasps, and she pulls Chris close opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Chris grants her her request and spits some of Jake's load into her mouth before swallowing his half. Tangling her hands into Chris's blonde locks she pulls his face to hers kissing him harshly. He kisses down her body, before flicking his tongue across her hard sensitive nipples making her clench around Jake making him cry out.

Jake trashes his head against the pillow,” Feels so fuckin good, god I love being buried in your perfect pussy.”

She smiles as he twitches uncontrollably within her,” Calm down baby.’

Jake bites his lip whining as she continues to clench around him gasping out,” I can't, feels so good- too much”

Chris lays his palm flat on Jake's chest rubbing soothing circles on his skin attempting to ground Jake,” Just breathe honey, you're doing so well. Just calm down Jake, just feel her.”

“Breathe, baby. Deep breaths, you’re okay, we have you. Just let yourself feel it, feel me wrapped around you, feel Chris’s hands on your body.” She soothes, just warming his cock for a minute, letting him pull himself together. Both of Chris’s hands are still on Jake, one resting on his chest feeling his heartbeat try to go back to normal, the other gently brushing his brown locks off of his sweaty forehead and cheeks.

Finally, they feel the tension melt away from Jake’s body. His thighs unclench, his eyes flutter open from where he’d had them squeezed shut. He nuzzles his head into Chris’s soothing touch, much like a cat would lean into a pet from its owner. “There he is, that’s my good boy.” Chris whispers, leaning down to give him a kiss before motioning to Y/N to keep moving.

“Fuck, she’s so tight and warm.” Jake groans, his fingers pressing into her hips while she bounces on his cock. He meets Chris’s gaze, big brown eyes pleading, “Let me touch you? Please?” He lets one hand wander to his bandmate’s chest, dull nails clawing at his skin, just wanting to feel him.

Chris cups Jake’s face in his hands, “What do you want, baby? Use your words.”

“I want you in my mouth.” He sighs out dreamily.

“That’s not how you ask for what you want, Jakey.” Chris gives him a warning glance.

“I want- I need you in my mouth. Please, sir.” He pleads, moans and whimpers leaving his lips when Y/N stops bouncing on him and starts grinding her hips into his instead.

“Good boy. How do you want me, sweet boy?”

Jake pats his chest, making grabby hands towards Chris. “C’mere?” He pouts, puppy dog eyes making an appearance yet again. Chris straddles his chest, lovingly stroking his thumbs over Jake’s cheeks. He takes his own cock in his hand, bringing the tip to Jake’s lips and letting him swirl his tongue around. Jake groans at the taste of Chris’s arousal on his tongue, savoring it while he wraps his lips around his tip and starts to gently suck.

“He’s so big, fuck. I’m so full, he feels incredible.” She moans, resting her head against Chris’s back while he slowly fucks in and out of Jake’s warm mouth.

“Yeah? Let me hear it, sweetheart. Tell me.” Chris grunts, chest starting to heave a little with exertion.

“Feels so fucking good, oh my god.” She whines, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m getting so close, please make me cum!” She begs, desperately trying to keep her rhythm on Jake’s pulsing cock. He can feel her walls clenching around him, every little noise he makes sending delicious vibrations through Chris’s body making him shudder.

Chris knows his words of encouragement will only bring her closer to the edge, “You gonna cum for us, love? C’mon, let us have it. You look like such an angel bouncing on his pretty cock.”

Jake lets out a pathetic sounding whimper around Chris’s length. “You wanna be told you’re pretty too, Jakey? You are. You look so beautiful taking me like this. Like it’s all you’re good for.”

As she falls apart around him Jake's whimpers increase in volume until he quickly pulls off him, “Stop stop! Fuck I can't - I'm too close.”

She immediately stills, slumping forward into Chris's back as she lets Jake calm down again. Pressing small gentle kisses to his back as she fully comes back down. Following Chris's lead she climbs off of Jake and into his lap. Her lips trailing up his chest, up his neck stopping right below his ear,” I need you to rail me into the mattress, think you can do that?”

He gasps as she sinks her teeth into the sensitive skin under his ear. His eyes darken with lust, manhandling her from her position on his lap to being on all fours. His large palm connects with her back in between her shoulder blades pushing her down to press against the mattress,”This okay baby? This what you wanted?”

She feels herself get even wetter as he glides his swollen head through her slick, a breathy yes falls from her lips. He takes that as a go ahead and pushes into her fully in one harsh thrust, setting a punishing pace. Her mind blanks as he hits every single sweet spot inside her, gasps and whines are the only things leaving her lips. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels him fully abusing her insides, the coil quickly tightening within her stomach. His hips smack against her skin harshly as he keeps her pinned against the bed, moans flowing freely from her mouth. Her brain explodes in mind numbing pleasure, she can't even tell him she's cumming.

His voice rasps low,” Fuck! Yeah that's it baby, good girl, fuckin squirt all over my cock.”

His hips slow slightly as she melts into the mattress dazed from the powerful orgasm she just had. Chris's large calloused hands massage the muscles in her back easing her back to him,” Did that feel good honey? Came so pretty for me, you're so beautiful.”

He keeps his thrusts steady gently easing her closer to her next orgasm,” Ya think you can give me another one sweetheart? I think you can.”

Jake slides in next to her, roughly kissing her lips, his tongue hungrily invading her mouth as his hand snakes down to rub against her clit. Instantly she clenches around Chris's length making him moan out into the otherwise quiet hotel room.

Jake coos,” D’ya think you can use your pretty mouth on me again? We can fill you up from both ends.”

Her eyes find his, soft and innocent looking even though he knows she's far from pure. He kneels in front of her fisting his cock in his hand, tracing his messy tip against her pouty lips like a sinful lipstick. He pets her hair back away from her face, sighing out a breath,” Go easy on me now, honey.”

She opens her mouth allowing him inside, softly swirling her tongue around him before taking him all the way down, her nose buried in the patch of pubic hair at his base. Jake's head dips back as he groans,” Fuuuuck honey, that's not going easy.”

Chris picks up his pace thrusting harshly into her, moving her further down Jake's cock, causing her to suppress a gag,” Ah ah, c’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and give him a chance.”

She eases off Jake's length as her friends cock punishes her cervix, the painful pleasure spreading throughout her body leaving her as nothing but a place for Jake to warm his cock. Jake squeezes his eyes shut tight, using the few seconds reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure to collect himself once again. One of his hands continues rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit, the other holds her hair back off her face for her while Chris pounds into her from behind.

“I can feel you clenching, sweetheart. Such a good girl, one more for me, yeah?” Chris grunts, hips stuttering slightly in their rhythm as he gets closer to coming undone. All at once, it’s too much- Chris brutally thrusting his hips into her, Jake’s skilled fingers on her overly sensitive clit, and the downright sinful noises coming from the three of them. She can hear and feel Chris’s hips hitting the backs of her thighs, the wet sounds coming from between her legs that she might be embarrassed by under any other circumstance, and the delicious moans spilling from both their lips.

“Oh fuck, I’m-“ is all she can manage before her orgasm rips through her once more, gushing all over Chris’s length for the second time that evening. Jake pulls himself from her mouth with a whimper, smoothing her hair back while she catches her breath.

“You did so well for us, baby.” Chris soothes once he’s also pulled out of her, pressing kisses to her heated skin anywhere that his mouth could reach.

“Mmm. ‘M tired.” She groans, rolling to her back and making herself comfy on the ruined sheets.

Both men gently kiss her lips, “Just lay back honey, we’ll put on a show just for you, alright?” Jake says sweetly, rising from the bed and gesturing to the chair in the corner of the room. Chris catches his eye and winks, crossing the room to settle into the chair, both arms on the armrests. He crooks a finger at Jake, beckoning him closer.

Slowly, Jake struts over to him, Y/N admiring his bare ass as he goes.

Once Jake comes to a stop in front of the chair, Chris’s arms wrap around his waist and pull him down to straddle his lap, chest to chest. “Hi.” Jake giggles, arms winding around Chris’s neck as he crashes their lips together. Chris uses his grip on Jake’s hips to pull him down, grinding their cocks together with a breathy moan. Jake pulls back from his lips and whines, “don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop, please I’m so close.”

“Shut up, I’m not stopping. C’mere.” Chris kisses him again, swallowing down every little noise his bandmate makes. He finds a rhythm, strong arms pushing and pulling Jake’s hips against his own while he also bucks up into Jake for extra friction. It’s messy, both of them leaving little pools of precum in each other’s laps, making their cocks glide together smoothly. Chris scoops up a little of their mess on his first two fingers, savoring the taste of them together on his tongue.

They’re both so worked up it doesn’t take either of them long, the feeling of their cocks twitching only spurring them on more as they pant into each other’s mouths. Jake bites down hard on Chris’s bottom lip, a little drop of blood hitting his tongue and then he’s reaching a hand between both of their bodies, wrapping his fist loosely around both of them.

“I wanna be the one to make you cum this time.” He presses their foreheads together, whole body shaking, the only sounds leaving their lips being raspy moans and broken curses.

Jake lets go first, his hot release spilling over his fingers and both of their stomachs. Watching and feeling Jake fall apart has Chris ready to fall over the edge. Jake swipes up his own mess from their laps and uses it as extra lubricant for his hand to glide over Chris’s pulsing cock.

Chris groans, “yeah, that’s so good baby.” He shudders, eyes rolling back and a groan ripping from deep in his chest as he covers them both in his cum, only adding to the sticky mess accumulated between them.

“Fuck…” Jake breathes out, body still shaking as his chest heaves. Chris is in a similar state, hands gently stroking over Jake’s back as they both come down from their intense highs. Barely even conscious, the two men make their way back over to the bed before flopping down onto it, bodies nearly limp.

Chris lays on his back, his hand resting on his stomach. “Fuck, I’m all… sticky.” He grumbles, but makes no effort to get up.

“Yeah. Me too.” Jake yawns, nuzzling his face into Chris’s neck.

“Useless. You’re both useless.” Y/N playfully huffs, retrieving a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom to gently clean them both up.

“You’re a lifesaver, honey.” Jake giggles once they’re no longer covered in their sticky mess.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I love you both.” She teases, leaving soft kisses on both their foreheads before curling up on the bed with her best friends. It’s silent for a few minutes and she assumes the boys are falling fast asleep, then Jake mumbles, “yep, I was right.”

Chris and Y/N both giggle. “Oh yeah, Jakey? About what?” Y/N laughs, limbs tangled with her two favorite boys.

“This was just as much fun the second time around.”

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