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A Bad Day

I don’t really see Josh as much of a hardcore dominant, so this was very different to write but something I needed to get off my chest!

Your day was going from bad to worse. Luckily your wonderful boyfriend was happy enough to be able to change that for you and turn a bad day into a great one.

Content Warnings: 🔞 EXPLICIT Sexual Content!!! Fingering, oral M/F, unprotected sexual intercourse (don’t be silly, wrap your willy) , spanking, whipping, spitting, daddy kink, extreme degradation, mild bdsm, control, bit of fluff and I THINK that’s it. Straight up porn basically.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

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Your day had been an absolute shit show. The stress that had amounted up throughout the day and you had just about reached breaking point. It had been one thing after another. You dropped your favourite mug in the morning and it had smashed into irreparable pieces, you missed your first train on the way to work and your second was delayed, a dickhead truck driver decided to drive into a puddle and soak you with muddy rain water as you walked along the pavement, you left your work pass at home and were stuck outside in the pouring rain for 15 minutes before security eventually buzzed you in. Yeah, THAT much of a shit show day.

Finally, you were on your way back home from work. It had dragged on for what felt like 15 hours, rather than 8. The train journey home was a lot smoother, thank fucking god. It was actually quite quiet too, which was a relief. You put your headphones in and turned the volume all the way up before slumping your head back into the train seat and taking the deepest sigh, humanly possible trying to figure out how to de-stress after todays events. There was just one thing. One singular thing that could help vanish this shitty day away. Whipping your phone out of your pocket you sped text your boyfriend, Josh.

You: Hey baby, I know you’ll still be at the studio when I get back but hopefully not for much longer, right? I need my daddy and I need level 10, please? Love you

Josh: Angel! Will be finishing up the vocals now and headed home after, so see you soon. Jesus fuck babe, level 10? Been a while, must have had a shit day? Daddy’s got you. Love you too, forever

You: Perfect, see you soon.

You and Josh had been together coming up four years, you were absolute best friends and knew each other inside out. Everyone knew that you two came as a package deal. He was a ray of sunshine, the most energetic human with the widest smile, always had optimism up his sleeve and on top of all that he was fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful dimples, a set of perfectly straight, white teeth with a tiny gap in his front two, caramel coloured eyes and curly brown hair, falling around his face.

Greta Van Fleet had blown up so quickly, it had been a bit of a whirlwind the last few years. They had millions of fans across the globe, people screaming their names at concerts, thousands of comments of admiration on their instagrams. But even with the weight of all of that, your relationship never once faltered. In fact, if anything, it just strengthened. You were so proud of the boys and were lucky enough to get to go on tour with them, so you and Josh didn’t have to be apart for long stints at a time. You had a lovely apartment together in Nashville and work were really understanding when you went on tour with him, letting you work remotely.

Your sex life was a whole different story. Everyone always knew you both as the most loved up, affectionate and gentle couple. Always calling each other pet names, touching in any capacity you could, two peas in a pod. Your sex life was incredible and very different to what people assumed it would be. You’d had a system that you’d built over the last couple of years, using the first two years of your relationship to explore each others bodies, likes, dislikes, turn ons, turn offs and kinks. Your system was simple and discreet enough for the two of you. 1 being loving, gentle, slow and romantic. 10 was hard, rough, bdsm, painful, dom/sub sex. You had normally stuck between 3-6 week to week, rarely ever using 10 but tonight you needed it. Josh knew of your Daddy issues and was completely okay with this name being used on certain occasions.

Finally after what felt like forever, you got through your front door, throwing your bag and coat on the floor beside you before throwing yourself on the plush, burgundy sofa. Your apartment always smelt like incense and was full of plants, colourful art work, Moroccan style rugs and sun catchers. You stared up at the ceiling taking deep breathes and decided to doze off for a bit before Josh got home. Before you knew it, you’d fallen into a light sleep.

You must have not been sleeping long before you felt a finger gently dragging along the bridge of your nose. “Hey baby, wakey wakey. I’ve missed you, it’s been an entire 10 hours since I last saw you.” You heard Josh giggle as he whispered to you. You knew the corners of your lips began to turn upwards but kept your eyes closed. Pretending to keep up the sleep facade, you ignored him, seeing how long it would take for him to crack. “Baaaaabyyyyy!! I’m here, wake up now!” The volume of his voice was definitely louder now and he had began raking his fingers through your hair. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. You heard him let out a sigh of defeat. He knew you were faking it so decided to play you at your own game. “Well, I guess I’ll just go and make myself cum because my little whore is clearly too tired from her day.” He went to stand and you grabbed his wrist before he could walk away, pulling him on top of you.

He chuckled as he fell against you, laying on top of your torso with hands either side of your face. He lifted one of them, stroking your bottom lip with his index finger. “Ahh, did someone’s dreams become a nightmare?” He said through a mischievous grin. “Absolutely Joshy, I dreamt that my boyfriend wasn’t going to be throat fucking me any more.” You gave an over dramatic pout and puppy dog eyes. “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that. Because I definitely will be throat fucking you. Got to make Daddy happy, don’t we?” Before you could say anything else he firmly grasped his hand round your jaw, pushing your lips together. The pain from the inside of your cheeks pushing against your teeth sent a quiver through your body. “Now, from this moment on, you’ll listen to what I say, you’ll obey the rules I lay and you’re going to be a good whore for Daddy, aren’t you?” You nodded eagerly, eyes starting to water. “Good, now taste me.” He spat straight into your mouth before leaning forward to lick across your lips, all while his hand hadn’t moved from squashing them together. “Swallow me down, whore.” You did exactly as he asked.

Within seconds you were on your hands and knees with one of his hands wrapped around your hair, being used like a dog lead. “Follow me, slut.” He pulled you along by your hair towards the bedroom and you crawled on all fours behind him. Your stomach flipping at the thought of what was to come. Your shit day was already starting to wash away, you just wanted to be dominated, whilst simultaneously having the best orgasms you could get and hoping the rest of the world would disappear.

You eventually crawled your way into the bedroom, Josh being almost silent the entire walk there, only a small smirk across his face. “Up, now.” He pulled you up by your hair and he tightened it into his fist, causing your neck to snap back so you were looking up at him. “Go and stand against the wardrobe. Back against it, hands by your sides, palms faced flat against the doors. Don’t fucking move. You got it?” Curious as to what was in store you nodded “Yes.”

A soft slap across your cheek took the breath out of your lungs. “Yes what?”

He asked, holding onto your wrist. “Yes Daddy, I’ll do what you say.” His face lit up “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You filthy whore.” He placed a gentle kiss to your rising red cheek and pushed you in the direction of the wardrobe.

Back against it, like he asked, hands flat and pressed against the door, facing the bed. He was right in your eye line. Breath, shaky with the anticipation of what he had in mind. He sat at the edge of the bed, lent back on his hands, legs spaced widely apart. He had the look of sex in his eyes. He started reaching to the hem of his white jumper, pulling it over his head and winking at you as he threw it across the floor. Next, he kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, all whilst keeping eye contact.

You were practically writhing, stood in your place at the sight of his naked torso, you wanted him so bad. The heat between your legs had been building up long before this started and you could feel your wetness pooling. “So far, so good. You’re doing well for me. Aren’t you, you worthless slut?” The degrading names caused your clit to throb “Yes I am Daddy. Just for you, all for you.” He nodded, hands starting to slide to the growing bulge in his jeans, using his palm to rub over it. “Ahhh fuck…” his eyes rolled back and his head flopped backwards to reveal his delicious looking neck to you. You watched him lick his lips before he unbuckled his belt and placed it on the bed next to him, you knew it was going to be used later.

“You’re gonna watch me, baby. Watch me make myself feel good. You can’t do anything about it but watch.” Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck, how are you about to control yourself? How are you going to manage to stay still through this, you were already dripping at the show he was putting on. His hands were working fast to unbutton his jeans, you hear the zipper and watched him shimmy the denim and boxers off. The hardness of his cock making a slapping sound as it hit the bottom of his stomach. The smirk on his face is so fucking smug and you hate how much you love it. You’re clenching your legs together at the current sight, Josh sat fully naked on the edge of your bed with fuck me eyes.

“You like what you see, don’t you? You’ve seen this cock so many times before baby and you’re amazed every time. It’s yours, all yours. You want it bad, huh?” You stare, almost in a daze and nod your head, licking your lips. His hand makes his way down to the base and starts moving slowly up and down his length, thumbing up to the tip, collecting the drops of pre cum before smoothing them over himself. You can see it practically twitching in his hands. You’re digging your nails into the wood behind you to stop yourself from lunging forward.

“Oooooh shit, this feels so fucking good baby. You have no idea. You like how Daddy’s cock looks in his hand? Mmmm, I could cum just like this.” He licked him lips, staring straight into your eyes with whimpers escaping him and a heavy breath. You were throbbing at the sight. “Come here, baby.” He moaned out. Finally, you thought. You’re going to get to touch him. You started to walk over before his hand came up to halt you. “Uh uh, on your hands and knees, slut. Crawl to me.”

You did just that, no questions asked.

You made your way toward him before kneeling in front of him, face inches away from his cock, you could smell him and see every pulse and vein as his hand slowly worked over it. A light slap across your face snapped you out of your trance and his hand snaked it’s way around your throat with a firm grip. “You’re staring too hard you dirty whore. I bet you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? I want you to strip for me. Make it slow, show me that you’re worth it.”

Obeying his every wish, you slowly stood, keeping your eyes on his big caramel coloured irises and brushed your hair behind your shoulders before starting your strip tease for him. You’d never been overly confident in your body, picking faults and finding new things to be insecure about, daily. But Josh had changed that, he taught you how to fall in love with all of yourself. How to admire every little scar, stretch mark and all the insecurities that would eat away at you. He made you feel sexy, beautiful and confident. So doing things like this in front of him was less of a dreaded thing and more of a thrill seek.

Your shoes and socks were already off and you were just left in black leggings and an oversized hoodie. Thank god you chose today to wear matching underwear. You turned round slowly, back to him, shimmying your leggings down the curve of your ass, giving a spank on your left cheek before taking them off completely, lifting your hoodie to show your ass, giving a little shake. His eyes were lighting up at the sight of your ass shaking in the thong. You very slowly body rolled your way out of the hoodie before you were left in the matching navy blue set he got you one Valentines holiday. You ran your hands up and down your curves, using your finger tips to trace over the cups of your bra and the hem of your thong. You turned back to him, wearing a smug smile.

Josh had dramatically slowed down his hand movements, jaw gaped open at the sight before him. He stood and made his way over to you, tracing his hands over your shoulders before turning you back around, facing away from him. “Touch the floor, baby. I want to see you bent over.” Knees bent slightly, you palmed the floor with your ass up in the air. “Mmm, good fucking girl, such a good girl, baby. You look so good.” CRACK, a searing pain felt across both ass cheeks made you jolt and your knees buckle. Josh hurried to keep you from falling. “You gotta take these whips like a good whore. Stay still. You’ll stay still for me, won’t you? You know the safe word if it gets too much.” The after sting felt so good and you knew there would be belt shaped bruises splayed across you tomorrow. “Yes Daddy, I promise. Punish me.” You sounded pathetic and desperate. The leather hitting you three more times, Josh asking you to count with him with each blow to the ass. Your cheeks were numb by the time he was finished, watery eyes and an almost hoarse voice from your screams and moans.

He knelt down with his face centimetres from your ass. “Such an obedient little slut. So desperate, so pathetic. I love it.” He delicately kissed his way over both your ass cheeks, lightly grazing his fingertips over the raised marks, a slight burn with each pass he made. “Marked the way you should be, by me. I can see how wet you are. Your underwear is practically stuck to your pussy. You’re leaking out the sides, baby. Fuccck.”

He laid his palms flat against each ass cheek and used his thumbs either side of the crack to trace down to your entrance, pulling apart slightly when he got to your pussy. “Looks so good, whore. Wanna taste? Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, you slid your hand in between your legs, dipping under the lace and curled two fingers into your entrance, you were soaked. You brought them up to parted lips and sucked off your juice. You tasted sweet, fresh and wanted more. “Mmmm, so good Daddy and all for you.” You could hear him grinning through his words “You’re damn right, you cum slut. My turn. Don’t fucking move.”

His hands made their way to the top of your thong, pulling down gently, hooking his index finger under the thin fabric between your cheeks he pulled forward and let them fall to the floor. “There she is. Pretty, soaked pussy. Ahhh baby, look at her. Almost as pretty as you.” He gave a firm but quick spank to your cunt before leaning forward and blowing gently over it. You were whimpering, your entire core burning, twinging. You were so desperate for just some sort of touch. Then he stood up and backed off. Feeling deflated you let out a sigh. “Aww poor baby, thought I was gonna eat you out? No. You’re here to serve me right now, come here and choke on Daddy’s dick.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, lent back on his elbows, legs slightly spread and he gave you a nod. You hopped down to your knees looking up at him through your lashes and he placed a finger under your chin before grabbing your throat tightly, choking you and knocking the air out of your lungs. “Take that bra off, I wanna see those tits bounce while you suck me.” Reaching behind your back, you released the clasp and threw the bra to the side of the room. Your nipples were already hard and so sensitive so it made you squeal when Josh lent forward twisting them in his fingers. He moaned at the sight of your eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was giving you. “Such a bombshell, baby. Will never get tired of this view. Now put that mouth to good use, you pathetic slut.”

Doing as you were told, you slotted yourself between his parted legs and took him in your hand. It was warm and rock solid, twitching with any movement your hand made. His lips parted and his eyes were fixed on yours. You gave a long firm stroke from the base to the tip, leaving your tongue on the tip, lapping up any pre cum you could, just for a taste. He was impatient, not wanting to be teased, he grabbed your hair into his fist, pulling your head back “Open up baby. Use this and make it sloppy.” He grunted before spitting into your mouth. He pushed you onto his cock, you took him all the way back until you could feel the tip hit the back of your throat. “Ahhhh shit, you dirty fucking slut. Take it all.” He was pushing himself into you, keeping your hair fisted into his hand. Your mouth was full, eyes watering, gagging around his length, you could barely breathe but my god was it making you spill down your thighs. “Mmmm, let me fuck that mouth of yours, stay still for me.” You placed your hands on his thighs, knowing what was to come. He started slowly thrusting in and out of your lips, his mouth falling apart and letting out disgruntled moans with each pass. He was warm and slightly salty from the pre cum, so hard and you could feel every bump, vein and crevice of him. You sucked him in with every thrust.

“So good, such an obedient whore for me. But I’m not ready to cum yet. Up. Stand up, now.” He stood up, pulling you up by your hair and walked you over to the bed before pushing you down. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down so your ass was half hanging off the edge. He knelt in between your legs, taking one of them over his shoulder. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this baby.” he breathed, his eyes found yours before reaching down and dragging a finger over your slit. “Tell me. How much do you enjoy having your cunt eaten? You want my face buried in that pretty pussy of yours until you cum on my tongue?” You nodded eagerly holding onto his hand, your other gripping desperately onto the sheets.

With that he gave you a wink and licked through your folds, his tongue flat and wide as he did. Repeating this, he made sure to stay around your clit, sucking gently at it before pushing his weight up on his hands and staring up at you. “Now, be a good girl and ride my face.” he demanded, his pupils blown out, causing his eyes to turn from that caramel colour to almost black. With that, he moved to lay at the head of the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you to him as you got up on your knees. “Hurry up baby, don’t keep me waiting.” 

You crawled up the bed to meet him and straddled his shoulders, peering down at him as he snaked his arms around your thighs. Pulling you in closer, a grin forming on his face as you moved your knees to either side of his head. He leant up and connected his mouth to your waiting cunt. The contact made you shiver, moaning out as he pulled you down onto his face. His tongue made quick work of lapping and licking at your entrance, the bridge of his nose connecting with your pulsing clit each time he moved his face. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the headboard to steady yourself as you begin to roll yourself down, fucking yourself on his tongue. You could hear him slurping and licking, moaning at the taste and feel of you as the grip he had around your thighs tightened. He used his hands to guide your pussy over his face, making sure his nose hit all of the sensitive spots his tongue couldn’t as his mouth paid special attention to your entrance. His tongue flicked around you in the most delicious ways until you felt your legs begin to shake. You could feel yourself getting close, the flames in your stomach getting hotter and coursing through you. Panting and near on screaming, you dropped your head back “Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Please, please can I cum?” You wailed out. “Yes baby, feed me. Let that cunt go.” That was the command you needed, soaking his mouth and chin as he drank you up. He continued to lick and suck at your pussy as his hands held you still over him. You were shaking violently at the over stimulation. “Fuccccck, oh fuck fuck fuck. I can’t Daddy, fuck it’s so good.” He just laughed at you, continuing to hold you in place, knowing it was verging on painful. When he felt satisfied with the work he’d done, he loosened his grip on you and tapped your thigh gently. 

“Come clean me up, baby.” Knowing exactly what was expected of you, you crawled over to him and licked over any remnants of you on his face. “Come here good girl, lay on your back. Hold your legs against your chest. Gonna make you squirt, you know I love making you squirt. I want you to cover me.” You lay on your back, interlocking your fingers behind your thighs and bringing them to your chest. He knelt next to you, one hand keeping your ankles together and his other giving slaps to your dripping, overly sensitive cunt. He spat on it before plunging two fingers into your entrance. He started slow, curling his fingers upwards each time he entered, hitting that sweet spot. He used his thumb to rub gentle circles onto your clit as he sped up his fingers that were fucking you. You were panting fast and moans started to fall out of your mouth. Your eyes were rolling back, your neck craned upwards as you used your free hand to clutch onto your tits, playing with your nipples.

“What a worthless slut, you are. Look at this pretty cunt, needs to be filled more I think.” He entered another finger, stretching you open further. “Oh fuck, fuccccck Daddy. So good.” He started to vigorously pump his fingers in and out of you and you could feel yourself getting to your breaking point. Your clit was aching with the contact from his thumb, his fingers so deep inside of you. The sides of your pussy aching as he was pounding his hand against your entrance. “I’m gonna cum daddy, please please. I need to cum.” He smiled, fucked out eyes, sweat glistening over his entire body. “Give it to me baby, squirt all over me.” Just like magic, he released his fingers and started to rub them over your entire cunt back and forth with high speed as your spray hit him, the floor, the bed and your legs. Your back arched high off the bed, the screams were so loud you are sure your neighbours would have heard, you were sweating and you felt paralysed by pleasure. He had his mouth open and tongue out, collecting any juice he could catch as it squirted out of you. “I’ll never get tired of that sight, baby.”

He gave you a couple of minutes to collect yourself, your chest aching from how hard you’d been breathing. You shuffled yourself up to the head of the bed, knowing Josh was ready to fuck. You’d already cum twice and he would want at least two more orgasms from you before he would be willing to release his own. He placed himself between your legs, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. This took you by surprise because whenever you were having level 10 sex, it was almost an unspoken rule that you didn’t kiss on the lips. You smiled sweetly, spreading yourself for him. “Ready for you, Daddy. Want your cock, please.” He ran the tip of his dick through your folds and teased at your entrance, watching your face as he did. “God you’re so wet for me again, didn’t take long did it? You desperate whore.”

The sting of pleasure pulsed around you as you felt Josh’s cock stretch and fill you up. You’d barely just recovered from your last orgasm. He held himself there for a moment so you could adjust to the feeling of him before pulling out of you fully. Thrusting back into your waiting cunt, desperate to be stretched around him again, he lent forward and bit your jaw before spitting over your face and giving a firm slap to your tits. He did this several times alternating between each boob. Each time, you cried out his name, your fingernails digging into his back as he drug you through an inferno of pleasure, pushing you towards the edge of release with each pound. You could hear the squelch of your wetness pooling at your entrance with each thrust. He could tell that you were dangling on the edge of your orgasm, your legs quaking against his body and your arousal soaking him with each thrust into your pussy, he moved a hand between the two of you, circling his thumb around your clit in slow, tight movements. 

“That’s my good girl.” he coaxed, thumb still circling your most sensitive spot. As his cock pumped into you more aggressively, his moans now getting louder. “Give it to me baby, I can tell you’re right there.” He spoke with his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, before biting down, sucking a small mark into the skin there as he felt you finally release, clenching around him and crying out his name. “Fuck Josh, I’m cumming, Joshy baby… Ahh I’m cumming so hard around your fucking cock, Daddy.” Slowing down, just pounding as hard as he could every few seconds, he let you come down. “Yes baby, say my fucking name. Nobody makes that pussy feel as good as I do.” He slapped your face, hard before grabbing your throat.

He smiled down at you before making more demands. His sudden movement, or lack there of, caught you off guard. “On your knees, ass up.” He shouted, moving away from you to give you room. When you moved a little too slow for his liking, rolling onto your stomach before pushing up onto your knees, he cracked a stinging slap to the right side of your ass, it would be joining the belt bruises from earlier. “I don’t have time to be waiting for you, cum slut.” You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the mattress and your ass was as high up in the air as you could get it. You felt him grab onto your hips, he gave you no time to ready yourself before burying himself balls deep within your tight, wet pussy.

In this position he was able to fuck into you deeper, pulling you back to him with every roll of his hips. The sound of his balls slapping against your clit at a furious pace drowned out both of your moans. You know you weren’t supposed to but you couldn’t help but beg him to fuck you harder and faster. All you could do was grab at the sheets on the bed, your body shaking violently as you climbed towards another orgasm. He shut you up by reaching his hands round to your face, hooking his fingers into your cheeks and pulling your mouth back, using them as reigns. His cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep within you that so few had found before. He had you climbing that ladder, helping you get closer and closer to the top each time before backing off. He was edging you and each time you would slide your way back into the agonizing pit of darkness that he drug you through with each deep thrust of his thick cock. You felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. You were overstimulated, fucked out, too sensitive, and begging for sweet release. “Please, please, Daddy. Please, please I need to cum. I can’t, I can’t. Please!” You cried out until finally, finally as Josh moved one leg up to rest onto his foot, you felt him at a new angle. This one caused your head to drop forward, white heat racing through your body as that tight coil of desire snapped and sprung loose within you. You clenched down around him, your walls fluttering and pulsing as your arousal soaked him. The noises your bodies made as they met and pulled apart became wet and sloppy.

Josh was about to give into his own release, his body leaning over yours as his mouth fell near your ear. “That’s my beautiful whore, feel your cum round my cock. You hear that? So wet.” He released his hands from inside your mouth and onto your hips again. He pushed one hand onto your lower back, forcing you flat against the bed as he leaned over fucking into you as hard and deep as he could. “Oh baby, that’s it. Take it, fuck. You take my dick so good, gonna cum in that sweet, pretty pussy.” He moaned, releasing his load into your spent cunt. You felt him paint the inside of your walls. His thrusts slowed, faltered, stilled and finally stopped. He pulled out and ordered you onto your hands knees again, so he could watch his cum drip out of you. “Mmm, let’s not have this escape. You’re mine and I need to mark you.” He entered two fingers inside of you, pushing his release back into you. You arched your back at the contact, he was furiously fingering you until you came again, and with both his and your cum on his fingers, he was satisfied.

“Come here, baby. Let’s taste together.” He pulled your mouth to his, dancing tongues and lips messily before he placed fingers between both your mouths, so you could each get a taste. You let out a joint moan at the taste of your releases. “I love you so much, baby” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too, so so much.” After a little and very gentle make out session, he stroked his fingers through your hair as you spoke about your days before deciding to clean up.

He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bubble bath he had ran. Two bottles of water waiting for you both. He carefully got in behind you. You lay back with your head against his chest as he scattered kisses over your shoulders and neck. He washed your hair for you and made sure your were clean and not too sore after your session. Taking special care of the bruises he had left, being as gentle as possible. “Thank you for making a shit day, much better. Best way to release stress is when Daddy comes out.” You giggled, looking back at him. He reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you sweetly on the lips. “You’re welcome my gorgeous girl. You’re worth it. I’d do anything for you, I’m sorry you had a shitty day, but so glad I could improve it. I love you so fucking much.” He placed more kisses over your face. “Now, let’s order some food, you can choose! We’ll cuddle up on the sofa and we’ll stick Shrek on the TV. How does that sound?” He smiled at you. Resting the side of your face against his chest, you smiled up at him. “Perfect, I’m so lucky I have you in my life. I love you, Joshy.”

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Lost in Fleet Pt III

Your first time seeing the band at Wembley Arena, London and of course… you get lost backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

My first ever fic, please be kind. This is a mini Sam three parter! Enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: Dirty talk, degradation, fingering, thigh riding, oral/f, unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, babies) - I THINK that’s all… 👀

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

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The taxi ride to the hotel was only five minutes and Sammy insisted on paying, which you didn’t object to. He held the door open for you to get in and made you wait in the car before running round the other side to open the door for you to get out, extending his hand to yours, helping you out the car door. He had his arm tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you through the hotel in central London. The bustling city noises slowly fading the deeper into the building you went. He was on the 35th floor, letting you into the room first so you could get your bearings. You went straight to the huge window, eyes open wide at the distant view of the Thames and London Eye. The white, red, blue and gold lights of the city lighting up the hotel room on their own, no artificial lights needed. “We don’t have to do anything by the way.” Sam shyly said from behind you, he’d stayed with his back against the door of the room, giving you some distance to explore and not wanting to overwhelm you. “Not that I expected it.” He started walking towards you waving his hands out in front of him. “Oh fuck, no… I mean like, I know I said about fucking you and the fact I’ve been hard all night but I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I’m not a total scumbag. I’ll even sleep on the floor if you want. I just know it would have been hard for you to get home. I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck you either because my god, do I wanna do unspeakable things to you. I just-“ “Sammy, it’s okay. Slow down and take a second to breathe. I should be the nervous one here, not you. I’m a fan of YOUR band, I’m the one technically living that fan fiction fantasy right now. You’re all good, here. Trust me, I want this.” You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his hips, looking up at him.

You really, really wanted this and it was about to happen. Thank fuck for the alcohol in your system and thank god you had decided to get on the contraceptive pill a few months ago. Sammy put his hands on each side of your face, foreheads pressed together, just how they’d been hours earlier in the green room. “I want you so badly, precious. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop, please just say. Okay?” You nodded your head, keeping your eyes locked onto his. “No, I need to hear you say it. You tell me to stop at any point and I will. Okay? Promise me, precious?” “I promise, Sammy.”

And with that, his lips were frantic against yours, his hands had worked their way down to your lower back to bring your body flush against his own.

You could taste the ale on his breath, you smelt the coconutty scent of dry shampoo in his hair and some sort of musky vanilla cologne on his skin. You lapped him up and parted your lips to let his tongue swipe into your mouth. Your knees weakening as your tongues danced against one another. You were both heavily breathing through your noses, neither of you wanting to break away for air. You felt the back of your knees hit the bed behind you. He had the control right now, he was guiding your body, lifting your arms above your head to lift your dress off. “Is this okay?” He asked, barely even a mutter. “Yeah…” you whispered straight into his mouth, not breaking the kiss. How could someone be so gentle yet frantic with their movements? Up until the fabric of your dress had momentarily covered your face, the kiss was not broken once, not even to talk. He tossed the purple garment to the floor before getting onto his knees in front of you. He looked up at you through his lashes, looking like an ethereal king, taking every inch of you in. He walked his fingers up to the hem of your tights before slowly pulling them down, leaving your black, lace thong underneath.

You stepped out of your tights, hands on Sams shoulders to keep you balanced. He remained on his knees, raking his eyes all over your body not quite believing you were real and standing in front of him. You kept your hands on his shoulders, bringing your fingers up through his hair and scratching your nails into his scalp. He moaned quietly to himself and leaned into your touch. “Fuck, precious. You’re so beautiful and you don’t even realise it. Do you?” His hands were on the sides of your thighs and he could feel your embarrassed squirm. “Every. Single. Part. Of. You. All of it’s beautiful, don’t ever feel nervous or embarrassed with me.” Placing one final kiss on your thigh he moved his lips towards the front of your underwear, kissing right where your clit was. Your entire body jolted. Again, you had used his shoulders to hold yourself still. Small moans started to escape your lips as he built up speed with his kisses over your most sensitive area. His tongue now working over you. “Precious, you taste better than anything I’ve ever had. Pure ecstasy. May I?” He signalled to the top of your thong, in a motion to pull them down.

“Not just yet… if that’s okay? I wanna try something, come here.” You brought your hand from his shoulder to underneath his chin, gently motioning him to stand up.

He held your waist tight and was soon inches above your face, you nearly forgot how much taller he was and it made your body jitter. “Let’s take this off, make it more even?” You motioned to his light blue button down. Before you could even lift a finger to remove it, he’d already thrown it into a heap on the floor. “Jeans too, precious? I’m intrigued as to what you’re wanting to try.” He says with a smirk and presses light kisses to your neck. Your eyes roll back slightly at the contact and you let out a slight moan. “My god, that noise. I’ve wanted to hear that all night. Right, jeans are coming off. I’ll leave the boxers to you, precious.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but giggle as he struggled to peel off his skinny jeans, trying not to fall over his own feet.

You patted the edge of bed, motioning for him to sit, which he happily obliged to. Keeping his fingertips grazing up and down your soft skin at all times. He was perched on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off and feet on the floor. “Every time I see pictures of you in shorts on Instagram, I can’t help but stare at these.” You softly say before placing a kiss on his thigh. You walk over his right leg, straddling it before lowering yourself down, hooking your hands round his neck, weaving your fingers through his hair. “Fu- I can feel how wet you are, through that lace. All for me? Make yourself a good girl for me, precious. Rub yourself against me. I wanna see your fucked out face. No cumming though, not yet.” You nod, keeping your feet firmly planted and using his shoulders as arm rests, burying your head into the crook of his neck, you start to gently rock yourself back and forth on his thigh.

My god, the friction from your thong rubbing between the two body parts was so intense, how are you going to hold up if it already feels so good?

You pick up the pace, feeling slippery as your wetness is spilling out of your thong and across his leg. Your clit getting the majority of sensation from the tensing of his thigh. You can’t help but lean back, letting your head flop back with it, open mouthed and clenched eyes. Sammys holding your waist to stop you from falling backwards as you start whimpering at the pleasure. “Fuck baby, you’ve drenched my leg. I hope my thighs have lived up to your expectations. But you’ve had your fun, my turn now.”

You felt like you were on the edge and were slightly miserable when he picked you up by the waist, kissing in between your sternum and placing you gently on your back, against the soft, white bed sheets. Laid there in nothing but your black matching set, Sammy in just boxers. It was so intimate. You could see the arousal you’d left on his thigh. He walked to the end of the bed, looking down at you, you leaned back onto your elbows to get a better look at him.

“That was so fucking hot, you have no idea precious. Look at me.” You watched as his hand grabbed around his cock, you could see the outline through his boxers. He palmed it up and down a few times, causing your thighs to clench together. You whimpered “Please Sammy, I need you. Want you.” He chuckled lightly, before reaching two fingers down to his thigh, sliding it through the wet mess you’d left, and then looking directly in your eyes, licking the taste of you, off into his mouth. His eyes rolled back as he ingested your wetness. “Taste. So. Good. Precious. Come here.” He walked his fingers up your legs, smoothing the tips over the top of your thong before gently pulling them down, you lifted your ass and thighs to help him out. With that, you were nearly fully exposed. “That.” He nodded towards your bra “Off, now. Let me see all of you. I know your tits are gonna be just as gorgeous as this pussy is, fucccck.” He’s looking down at your open legs, biting his bottom lip and palming his throbbing dick through his boxers.

You lent up, leaning behind your back to unsnap the clasp of your black lace bra, ridding it to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. His mouth dropped at the site before him. He made you feel so wanted, so beautiful. “Precious, you really are something. You know that? I need you, right now. Gonna be a good little slut for me?”

The words he used sent a shiver down your body, pinging in that spot between your thighs. He got onto his knees, hooking his arms underneath your thighs, gently pulling you closer to his mouth. “Look at me, I want you to watch whilst I eat you out.”

His kisses got closer and closer, but not quite there. He gave your clit a small lick and looked up at you through his lashes. “Is that what you want pretty girl? You want my mouth round this sweet pussy?” You nodded, eagerly, nails scrunching the bedding underneath you. “He gave a gentle slap to your cunt. “Words, precious. Let me hear you. Do. You. Want. My mouth. Wrapped. Around. Your. Sweet. Pussy?”

“Yes Sammy, my god- please fuck.”

“That’s a good girl” he went back down flicking his tongue exactly how you wanted it. Your first sexual interaction and it’s like he just knew. His tongue licking long strokes, right from your entrance, up to the top of your clit, flat against it. Your moans getting louder, trying to keep your head up to watch him lap you up but failing. The pleasure was so intense, your head fell back as you pushed your hips into his mouth, mutely begging for more. “You have the sweetest tasting cunt, I could stay down here all day. Mmmmhm, precious. Let’s try this, shall we? See if you hold up.” He announces, lifting his fingers up and slowly pulling his arm from underneath your thigh. His mouth staying suctioned to your clit, dragging it gently in and out of his sucked lips. He entered two fingers at once, curving them the deeper he got in. “AHH fucccc- oh my god, Sammy. So fucking good, baby.” You sat back onto your elbows watching him and lent forward, grabbing one hand onto the back of his head, pushing yourself further onto his fingers.

“Cum for me precious, all over my fingers, in my mouth, I want your sweetness.” The sensation was so overwhelming and you could feel yourself about to come undone. Your core started clenching around him as he gave a few final thrusts of his fingers, keeping the motion of his lips, sucking on your clit. “That’s it, I feel you. Mmmm fuck.”

Everything went blurry, this orgasm was like nothing you’d had before. Something you couldn’t even dream of. Your entire body jolted as you could have sworn you screamed loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. “SAAAMMY!! YESSSS, FUCCCK, OHHH FUCK!!” You don’t know how hard you pulled his hair, he grunted through the pain and smiled up at you, watching you crumble due to his talented mouth and hands.

“You sound like a fucking goddess. You were a good girl, cumming for me when I asked. Look at that pretty pussy, leaking for me. So much cum. Come here, precious. Want you to taste yourself.”

He climbed over you and you felt his cock against your stomach as he leaned down to kiss you. There it was, the taste of your cum. Sweeter than expected, and you could taste him also. A euphoric mix of tastes. “See how sweet you are, precious? All of that for me. I would want you to suck my cock, watching you take me in your mouth, but I can’t wait. I need to be inside you. Is that okay?”

He was keeping the entirety of his body weight off of you, leaning against his hand that he had placed beside your head. You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, dancing around each others tongues, taking it all in, bodies together, skin, breaths, sweat, arousal. Perfect.

“Come here gorgeous.” He stood back and signalled for your hands. “I want you over here…” he pointed at the sofa against the wall. “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to stand up.” you laughed, slightly embarrassed. “I’m that good, huh? Please tell me you’ve had an orgasm like that before, precious? You only deserve to feel good like that, any time anybody touches you.” You shook your head. “That was the most euphoric thing I’ve ever felt.” You said softly as you took his hands and stood, falling into his chest. He steadied you, putting his fingers under your chin and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, each cheek and then your lips. “Well, I’m sorry nobody’s made you feel how you should feel. But I’m kinda glad I was the first one that did. That’s not the last time you’re gonna feel that good though, precious. Come on.”

He held his hand out behind him, intertwining his fingers with yours, and walked you forward to the sofa. He placed his hands on your shoulders, tracing his fingertips up and down the tops of your arms. “Come, sit on top of me you beautiful girl. y/n I can’t believe how much I- Nevermind. Just come here.” Before he sits on the sofa, he hooks his thumbs under the top of his boxers and pulls them down his legs. His dick springs out and slaps against his stomach. “Jesus fuck.” You can’t help but gasp out, you thought you’d said in your own head… oops. “Oh god, are you disappointed?” He sounded defeated and slightly embarrassed. You pushed your body flush to his, snaking your hand down, brushing over his ridiculously hard cock. He shuddered under your touch. “It’s perfect, it’s very… big. I’ll take it all though, even if it hurts a little.” You smirk, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth. You’re pretty sure he melted at your words. “Fucccck, precious. Full of surprises.”

He walked backwards, perching on the end of the sofa, leaning back and pulling you on top, to straddle him. He wasn’t inside you yet, just rest flat against your folds and you felt the head of him vibrating deliciously against your clit. He was hungry for it. You both cupped each others faces in your hands, kissing each other. Not as frantic as before, gentle and soft, more passionate. Romantic almost? No, baby… don’t get ahead of yourself. “Are you ready, precious? I can’t wait much longer, I want you so bad.” He whispers against the nape of your neck, next to your ear, causing goosebumps to form over your entire body. “Ready, Sammy.” You lifted your hips up for him, he slipped his hand round the base of his cock, pulling it back and forth between your lips. You flinched with every pass against your clit, still ridiculously sensitive from your previous orgasm.

Foreheads pressed together, you eased yourself onto him. Feeling his tip inside you first, you both gasped at the warmth, wet feeling. “Oh my god.” You said in a breath. “Yeah” he whispered, “oh my god.” You slowly lowered yourself down, feeling him stretch you open and fit inside you perfectly. You could hear how wet you were. Your foreheads still pressed together, looking at each others eyes through your lashes. It was so intimate, so personal. You could stay like this forever, in this perfect moment. Your tits pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his length.

He fit perfectly inside of you. “You feel fucking incredible, precious. I don’t think I’ll last long.” He leaned back, allowing his ass to fall off the sofa, giving him the freedom to take over and snap his hips into yours. Thrusts becoming harder and a lot faster, causing your tits to bounce, he welcomed one of your nipples into his mouth, using his tongue, tensed up to lick small circles round it before nipping it slightly, sucking and then gently letting it fall back into place before resting his forehead back on yours. You took all of him, his entirety was inside of you, you were sat on the base of his dick, balls deep. It stung slightly but the pleasure was far more overpowering. “You feel so good, you fill me up so nice, Sammy.” “Baby, you saying things like that is gonna make me cum. My cock feels so good in your pretty pussy. I wanna empty inside you. Fucccck- you’re gorgeous.”

It was blissful, you could feel him twitching, you knew you were close too. Your foreheads staying connected the entire time, lightly kissing each other from time to time, but mainly taking in the feeling of this contact. He started to roll his hips upwards and into you. He took his thumb, hooking it into your mouth. “Wet this for me, precious. Gonna make this orgasm of yours incredible, promise.” You did as you were told and sucked on his thumb slightly, watching his eyes roll back and a soft groan escape his mouth. Using that thumb, he reached down and started rubbing circles on your clit. This caused crashing waves inside you. “Fuck fuck fuck. I can’t, I’m gonna cum, Sammy.” You squealed. “Yes baby, let go for me… be my good little slut. Cum all over cock, make me happy, precious.”

And just like that, with his words you completely came undone. Your body becoming almost limp as Sammy hooked his arms behind your back to keep you from falling off of him. You don’t even know what noises had made their way out your mouth. He was kissing you all over, your neck was being sprinkled with nips, licks and kisses. “I’m right there precious, I’m gonna fill you up. Fuck baby. This is perfect.”

You pressed your lips to his as you felt his warm release start to empty inside of you.

Every moan, pant and grunt that came from him was like music. His dick twitching inside of you, reeling from the euphoric moment he had just experienced. Foreheads back together, panting, catching your breaths. You caught each other’s eye and giggled. Holding onto one another and lightly sprinkling kisses over each others faces.

“Wanna stay like this forever, ya know?” He said, leaning his head against your shoulder, tucking his face into your neck and placing soft kisses there.

“I know, me too” you pressed your lips and nose to the top of his head, breathing him in.

After the clean up process, which Sammy was more than attentive to. Picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom, he ran you a steamy shower and insisted on washing your hair for you. He massaged your neck and shoulders whilst lathering you with body wash. You made out a few times in the shower. Passionate more than anything, he called you beautiful more times than you could count. He let you wash your face and sort yourself out whilst he went back into the hotel bedroom and folded your clothes for you. He left one of his t shirts out for you to change into, he had a bottle of water on the nightstand and had placed your phone on charge for you.

You walked out naked, he was already sat in bed, just boxers on. He was half sat up and as soon as you had stepped out, you felt his eyes scanning every part of you. He slapped his hands up to his face “wow, wow, wow.” You chuckled, reaching for the t shirt. “Oh stop it, I’m sure you’ve slept with supermodels and many 10 out of tens, I’m just, me.”

“Just me. Here, right now.” He demanded with a furrow in his brow and patted the open spot next to him. You crawled in next to him, curious as to what had riled him up. You sat down, knees pulled to your chest, the scent of him on the t shirt filling your nose. He put a hand on your cheek. “Preci- Jessica. You are nothing short of absolutely beautiful. It doesn’t matter who either of us have slept with. That moment we just had was other worldly. It’s a big deal for me now, I don’t just sleep with anybody, like I would have done a couple years back. But you, I don’t know. There’s something about you, y/n. It drew me in from the moment I saw you across the stage and it keeps pulling me. The entire set, I could see you side stage and I tried to shake it, thinking of you as just a fan but you radiate something. Gorgeous.” He huffed as he kissed your nose. “Then, the dressing room happened, I tried to be hostile and push the emotions away but nope, your weird magic aura pulled me in.” He said with a chuckle.

Your stomach was doing summersaults and you were hanging on his every word.

“Sammy- I don’t even know wha-“ he pressed his finger against your lips. “I know, me either. It’s weird huh? Known each other less than 24 hours and already so drawn into each other. It’s one of those gravitational pulls, can’t ignore those, precious. The universe says so. Well, I guess you’re not in twin lane after all, huh?” He laughed. You felt your entire body tense up and were grateful he won’t see the blush across your cheeks in the dark room. “Wha- how do you? No! I don’t know what you mean.” He laughed, poking you in the ribs “relax, I’m just teasing! Jita mentioned it to me and I felt a bit defeated thinking I wouldn’t stand a chance. Twin lane girls are hardcore. But I’d say I converted you to Sammy lane, huh?” You rolled your eyes, looking up at him and leaning into his chest. He wrapped his arms round you and placed a long kiss on top of your head. You both slid further down the bed and closer to one another.

“It’s going to be a weird journey home for me tomorrow. Gonna feel empty. Bittersweet.” You say through a sad sigh. He presses his lips to your knuckles. “Then don’t go tomorrow.” He was serious. “What? What do you mean? You guys are going to Dublin and then… well… all over Europe. I’m not just going to stay in London by myself.” You laughed, unsure as to where he was going with this. “Well, you mentioned at the bar that you work for your parents, right? Pretty freely too? So teccccchnically, you’re not held down to anything?”

He nudges for you to say something.

“Yeah, technically but wha- I don’t, where are you going with this?” Asking confused.

“Come with me, precious. Come on tour with me. I want nothing more. I can get it arranged for you to be taken home, get what you need, pack a case and then be in Dublin to meet us again. You know how fucking happy Jita would be? Not having to be the only girl and having someone help her wrangle us up!”

This was madness but like he said, there was that gravitational pull and you couldn’t fight it. You were having an internal battle with yourself, you already couldn’t imagine being without him.

“Fuck it, I’ll come. I’ll do it, Sammy.” You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. He welcomed it and slid his tongue in. It was gentle, so soft and the butterflies came. “Precious, you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You cuddle back down, becoming the little spoon, his hand snakes round your waist, finding your hand and interlocking with your fingers. “The guys were right.” he breathed into the back of your neck. “Hmm?” You sleepily replied. “They will be seeing you again very soon after all… and often.” You could hear him smiling. Before you knew it, both of you had drifted off, holding one another. It hadn’t even been 24 hours, but it was perfect. A fan fiction, come true. Starcatcher Tour Europe, here we come.

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Lost in Fleet Part II

Your first time seeing the band at Wembley Arena, London and of course… you get lost backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

My first ever fic, please be kind. This is a mini Sam three parter! Enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: Sexy talk, alcohol, fluff💕

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

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You had barely managed to get a word in edgeways, on the way to whichever bar you were going to. Not that you cared, of course. You were in a minivan with your favourite band, so felt overwhelmed enough already. Not having to concentrate on trying to hold a conversation was quite pleasant as you tried to take this all in, knowing how many fans out there would kill to be in your position right now.

You all bundled out the car towards a very quiet looking bar. Laughter, singing and conversation flowing between the six of you during the short walk from the car to the bar doors.

All the boys had changed into more casual attire now, rhinestones and feather boas were nowhere in sight. The bar was relatively busy and you had all piled into a corner sofa with a table in front of it. The room was dimly lit, a burgundy hue echoed round it. Each table with its own empty wine bottle, a melting red candle in each one, different coloured wax spilling over the necks of every bottle. Oak furniture, everywhere. Including the bar itself, the beams on the ceiling and all the tables and chairs. Every seat was upholstered with a deep red leather, a few cracks and holes scattered over the material, through many years of wear, tear and spilt pints. It smelt like stale ale, myrrh and tonka and people were mostly sat up at the bar, a few of the other tables taken up by chattering friends and couples. The thing that really drew your attention in were all of the drink coasters plastered on the wall above the bar. Different logos, shapes, colours and ale names strewn across each one. Like a patchwork, almost.

Danny, being the mother of the group had gone to the bar to get the first round. Six brightly coloured ales and what looked like a shot of fireball for everyone. “Bajabule!” Josh shouted out, as you all slammed your shots down. A jukebox was playing some cheesy 80s disco in the corner and you kept quiet, taking everything in. You were listening as Danny & Sammy were playfully arguing over who came in to early during Age of Machine, when you had felt his hand find your thigh. Sammy made sure to sit next to you round the sofa. Pressing his leg into yours throughout the evening. Now, he had his fingers gently tracing shapes over your thigh. You felt the tidal wave in your lower abdomen again. Feeling brave, you crept your hand forward, finding Sammy’s and started intertwining your fingers with his, until you were kind of holding hands but also fiddling with eachothers fingers. It wasn’t a huge amount of contact, but it was that sort of touch where your whole body felt all warm and tingly. The sexual tension was very much there and you’d try and catch glimpses of one another whenever you had the chance.

Jita had just come back from the bathroom and lent down to whisper into Jakes ear. She caught your eye and pointed to her stomach “girl problems, so much pain.” She mouthed your way and you gave her a sympathetic smile and signalled an air hug, her way. You were sat in the corner of the sofa, trapped between the oldest and youngest of the Kiszka brothers. “Alrighty brothers, and lovely y/n.” Jake nodded towards you with a wink. “We’re gonna head back to the hotel and get some rest. See you in the morning. Sammy, don’t be fucking late, you nearly sent Josh into cardiac arrest this morning. He genuinely thought you were missing for a good two hours.” Sam snarled at him, half jokingly. Jake stood up grabbing Jitas waist, kissing her forehead and rubbing circles into the small of her back. “Let’s get you to bed Jitabug. So nice to meet you y/n, I have a feeling we’ll be seeing you again very soon.” He smiled, almost proudly to himself and Jita gave you all a defeated smile and wave before they turned and left through the glass stained doors.

“Then there were four, shot anyone?” You shocked everyone with your boldness. Danny grinned your way “Ahhh fuck it, ONE more and then I’m headed out too. I’m so beat and that jet lag is really kicking in now.” He stood up, slapping his hands against his thighs before walking towards the bar. You hadn’t even noticed that your hand was still tangled up with Sammys, you turned to look at him and he looked straight at your lips, before shifting his focus down to your hand. He had his on top of yours, so had more control. He looked back up at you, knowing you were watching him before dragging your hand along with his, further up your thigh until it was inches away from your centre. The wetness started again, uncontrollably this time, he was so close to being there. You were almost squirming in your seat and you could see the pulse coming from between his legs, through the denim of his skinny jeans.

Thank fuck Josh had been too distracted on his phone to notice. Admiring photos and videos fans had been posting. As always, the biggest smile slapped across his face. Danny had made his way back with four shots and you all knocked them back pretty much instantly. He wasn’t joking about leaving quickly when he said about having one more shot. He was already standing up, shrugging his jacket on and getting ready to leave, as you’d just about shaken the burning sensation of whisky down your throat. “See ya guys, Sammy… seriously don’t be late.” “Yeah, I know, I know. Get off my ass all of you.” He slumped his shoulders forward, not moving his hand from yours.

“y/n, you’re a sweetheart. You fit right in with us and like Jake said, I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again soon.” He blew you a kiss and headed out. Leaving just three of you.

A bell from behind the bar rang loudly and the short, chubby man shouted “20 minutes until close, last orders now.” The three of you had been chatting absolute bullshit at this point. Mainly listening to Josh droning on about Kubrick and how he can’t believe how often people mix up Space Odyssey and Space Jam. “One for the road my good friends?” He smiled at you both, having shifted himself to sit on the stool on the other side of the table so you could all see each other better. “Sure, let’s do it.” You leaned forward fist bumping him. Something the two of you had started doing earlier in the night, after either of you said something bantery to one another. “Yeah, I’ll do one more too.” Sammy chimed in. “Surprise me. Her too.” He nodded over at you. Realising how rude he must have sounded, he quickly corrected himself “y/n I mean, surprise us both with whatever drinks you want. Our beverage fate lies in your hands, good sir.” He bowed his head toward Josh before laughing at himself. As soon as Josh’s back was turned and he was talking to the man behind the bar, Sammys head had snapped towards you.

His free hand, that wasn’t interlocked with your fingers and picking at the hem of your dress had snaked it’s way up to your face and he was stroking your cheek with his thumb. He was burning holes into your eyes with how intense his stare was. “Fuck precious, I have been aching all night. My dick is so, so hard for you. What are you doing to me young, y/n? You know, it normally takes a special kinda gal to get me so worked up. I’d take you on this table right now if I could.” The grip he had on your face tightened and he sunk his lips into yours, delicately sliding his tongue over your top lip. You were the first to pull back “I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck, don’t you?” You tried to play off the question, jokingly but there was a slight seriousness behind it that you were hoping you’d manage to mask through your giggle. His face fell slightly, looking genuinely offended. He gave a short laugh “See, precious… that’s where you’ve got me all wrong. Maybe from the ages of nineteen to twenty one. I was a whore and fucked anything I could, but that’s just because we were starting to get big and I’d never experienced so many women throwing themselves at me.” He swallowed, coming across almost bashful at his past sex life. “Then I met Hannah and well… That ended in an absolute fucking train wreck. I did love her, don’t get me wrong but since her… I don’t- well, I don’t just fuck anybody. I’m very, let’s say… selective and… picky. Yeah, selective and picky are the words I’d use. So no, I don’t say those things to all the girls I fuck, because I don’t fuck many and I don’t have the desire to fuck many. Just the ones that make a great first impression on me.”

You had him all wrong. One of the reasons you’d always been more so in Josh & Jakes lane is because of all the rumours you’d heard about Sammy, always reading about him being a man whore and a flirt, it put you off. Unlike Josh who came across as confident in interviews, Sammy came across cocky and you just weren’t into it. But hearing him now, opening up and being vulnerable, letting you in so deeply,

despite the fact you’d only properly known him about five hours, had totally changed your mind. Before you could say anything Josh had come back with three pints of ale. “That’s one of my points, right there!! I was talking about Space Odyssey and the bar guy was like “Ahh yeah, I love basketball and Looney Toons. What a great one that was…” I had to walk away before I threw hands. It’s blasphemy!!” He was talking so animatedly, flailing his hands about and laughing at himself.

You’d all knocked back your last drink of the night relatively quickly. You stood up to go, still holding Sammys hand and as he stood up as well, Joshs eyes darted straight down to where your hands met. You both drew your them back to your own bodies as soon as you realised he was starting. Standing up, Josh said through his cheesy grin “Oh, don’t stop the blossoming romance on my behalf. I’ll maybe get a separate taxi back to the hotel.” Sammy looked over at you before turning his attention back towards Josh… “Alright brother, see you in the morning and NO, I won’t be late, promise.” “You took the words right out of my mouth, Sammy. Because if you’re late by even thirty seconds, I’ll ask y/n to replace you in the band.” Josh reached over the table to lightly punch your arm before awkwardly contorting his body to pull you into an over the table cuddle. “Wonderfully happy to make a friend out of you, y/n and quoting the last two brothers… I KNOW we’ll be seeing you very soon.” He shot Sam a wink and a click of the teeth before turning on his heels and out the door.

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Lost in Fleet

Your first time seeing the band at Wembley Arena, London and of course… you get lost backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

My first ever fic, please be kind. This is a mini Sam three parter! Enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: Sexy talk, alcohol, angst, fluff💕

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

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The handle for the bathroom stall you were in started to turn, but before you could even process what was happening, the door had slammed back shut. Your eyes shot up, but you didn’t see anybody. “Ahh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I am so fuckin’ sorry!” You froze, still sat on the toilet, tights and thong round your ankles with your dress bunched at the waist. You recognised that strong Michigan accent anywhere and your entire core felt like it had been set alight. “Oh, erm n-no worries. Im nearly done. Will be out in a sec.” I’ve gone from being lost at Wembley Arena, trying to re-locate my friend to now letting Sam Kiszka know that I’ve nearly finished pissing, great.

You tried to quickly sort yourself out with shaky hands and a now very rapid breath. Taking a gulp, you stared at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom cubicle you were in. Now terrified to step out of it, you took a deep breath, splashed some cold water over your hands and turned to get out and back to finding your friend. You felt like your hand was paralysed, not able to turn the handle, nervous for what or who was waiting on the other side. Pressing the door shut behind you and closing your eyes leaning back, head against the wood, you took the deepest breath in through your nose at what you’re pretty certain just occurred.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you supposed to be back here?” A kind voice came from the hallway behind you. Trying to collect yourself, you turned to see an absolutely beautiful woman wearing a pair of loose fit jeans and a black pleather crop top. You knew that smile, you’d seen it all over Twitter and Instagram, it was Jita. Was this real life? She could clearly see in your face that you were a bit shaken and certainly very confused. The main question being, how you ended up in the backstage area of the place you were supposed to be seeing one of your favourite bands, for the first time. You blinked back light tears and nodded at her “Yeah, I’m okay thanks. I’m lost to shit and have no idea where my friend is but she’s probably in the middle of pit by now and they’re about to play, so there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be able to get out there now and I’ve been wanting to see them play for so long and-“

You were talking a million miles an hour, not even taking a breath, the anxiety taking over your whole body. Jita so elegantly lifted her hands to your shoulders and held them firmly, looking up at you with the most perfectly lined, brown eyes. “Hey, hey, shhh, shhh. Take. A. Breath. Girlie! You’re okay, I’m here, I got you. You’re gonna be all good, you’re gonna watch the show and have a great time, alright?” Before you could even answer, she wrapped you up in a bear hug, so warm but still elegant and light as was every move she made.

“Where’s the rest of the team? And the family? Hannah, Karen, Kelly, Paige?” You knew who everyone was, of course you did. She turned to you, answering all the burning questions you’d been asking whilst hurriedly walking down the halls to side stage. Yes… SIDE FUCKING STAGE. Jita wasn’t going to let you go back through the crowd by yourself at this point, it would have been too dangerous. She managed to blag another backstage pass for you to hang round your neck. I mean, she could get away with it, she was pretty much the only long term and loyal girlfriend of any member. “Oh, well… Hannah and Sam broke up a while back and it’s just me on the European leg of tour. Apart from obviously the social media team, management and yadda yadda yadda…”

You didn’t want to pry when you heard about Hannah and Sam. You had had your suspicions and so had the entire fan community after the unfollowings on Instagram and removal of any couple pictures, but to actually hear it kind of made your tummy flutter. Especially at the fact, you’re almost certain about 20 minutes ago, he had seen you having a piss.

Jita grabbed your hand, dragging you up the stairs on the side of the stage. The boys were coming on from the other side and still had a little while to go, so you took this time to ask 101 more questions. You thought if you’d focus on just talking that you would manage to push through the sickening fact you were standing side stage of Wembley arena, about to be just feet away from Greta. Because in reality, you were absolutely shitting yourself, quite frankly.

“Sooo, does this happen often? Fans getting lost backstage. Let alone ending up side stage with you? Sorry, I know I’m probably pestering you and asking all the questions ever and for you this is just a standard Tuesday but-“ There it was again, word vomit. You weren’t hiding the nerves very well. “Erm honey… remember what I said about breathing?” She giggled and bumped your shoulder, making you relax a bit. She handed you a clear cup that smelt fruity and was dark pink in colour. “It’s some sort of fruity cider. You said you were old enough to drink, right? It’s like 18 and legal to drink in the UK? So just have a drink and it’ll calm your nerves. But you have no need to be nervous with me, I promise you’re in good hands.” She smiled. You took the cup, knocking back a gulp and actually, you almost instantly felt lighter.

You looked back up at her smiling and nodding before she carried on talking. “See? I told you it’d help. Anyway, to answer question 74 out of 200.” She chuckled to herself and lightly pushed your shoulder. Embarrassed you put your hand up to your eyes and mouthed a pathetic sorry to her. “I’m only teasing you, it’s actually really nice to have someone to talk to and you seem so chill. But to actually answer your question, no. No, this never happens and if the rest of the group was here, this wouldn’t flow. But hey, being the only girl on a tour with those four fucks can be slightly grating, so I’m allowing myself to adopt a friend and the guys will think you’re great too. I’ve met some really nice fans, don’t get me wrong. Then you get some that are absolutely batshit mental. But I dunno, there’s something about you y/n, you just seem different. Ya know? I wanna chill with you and dance lots tonight. I’ll introduce you properly after they’ve finished and if you want, we’re going for some drinks after… I think? Who knows, but either way… you’re coming with, so it’s not another sausage fest for me.” Now she was word vomiting and knocking back her cup of cider. But you didn’t mind, it was comforting to hear and the biggest compliment. What was so different about you?

You looked up to see where her eyes were focused. They were looking over to the other side of the stage and that’s when you saw them. All four of them. She was beaming, crinkles in the outter corners of her eyes forming from a smile plastered across her face, so big. The sight of her boyfriend, Jake who was goofily dancing around for her attention. She waved at them and they all waved back lovingly. You could see them all huddled before Sam pointed over at you and all eyes turned to check out what he was gesturing to. You wanted to die, you wanted the ground to swallow you entirely. “That’s who I saw pissing in the toilet backstage.” You just knew that’s what he must’ve been saying.

Danny waved at you first, dressed in a white, velvety tank and matching trousers with a gold stripe running down the sides of each leg. His hair perfectly tousled down the back of his neck, curled to an absolute art. His makeup was like always, almost Egyptian looking, totally stunning.

Josh, gave you a salute. His bare feet tiptoeing up and down on the floor to steady his nerves. He was wearing the gold jumpsuit with green vines and jewels that you had seen in so many photos and videos, but in person it was even more breathtaking. His smile took up almost his entire face and he just oozed a confidence, not cockiness, just confidence.

Jake, the moon. Still dancing like a goof with a guitar pick between his lips, shot you some gun fingers to keep in theme with his garish moves. Dressed in his usual two piece, black with the gold accents. Tummy poking through, not yet drenched with sweat like it normally is when you watch them on YouTube. You couldn’t be sure but it looked like he had a bit of eyeliner on too, which you weren’t complaining about.

Then, there he was. The fourth. The baby.

The now single Sammy. He was ethereal, god like, spilling pure sex appeal. You weren’t expecting to be so drawn to him. You’d always been in twin lane, mainly Josh’s. But seeing Sammy, casually lent up against the tallest amp on stage, a cocktail in hand, bare feet planted on the floor and his eyes laser focused on yours, you were driving your car straight out of that lane and right into his. He was fucking beautiful and he could not take his eyes off of you. No wave, no gesture, just the slightest curve of his lips on one side of his mouth. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights and just to be sure, you turned around to check he wasn’t looking at someone behind you, but there was no one else. You looked back at him smiling slightly. He looked down to his feet, chuckling to himself. Embarrassed, you gulped another bit of your drink and tried to occupy your hands so you weren’t nervously picking at the skin around your nails. Sammy looked back up at you and winked, sending lightening bolts through your core. It wasn’t just a greeting wink, it felt like more than that and you knew it.

Neither you nor Jita interacted with the boys during the show. You had moved further down to get a better view of the stage. You’d text your friend and explained what had happened and she replied with “Go and shoot your shot. I’ve made some pals down here anyway! Love you xx” To be fair, she had only come along for moral support, she wasn’t a huge Greta fan, so deep down you didn’t feel to guilty. The show from start to finish was more than magical, it was everything you could have ever imagined and more. You felt physically electric. You danced, screamed, clapped, sung and jumped around with Jita. She made all of your worries and anxieties disappear. It felt totally natural, you two had really just gravitated towards each other, perfectly.

Just before the boys went off stage, Jita signalled for you to follow her. You threw your empty cup into a bin, mid run to keep up with her, punching the air when it lands. You can hear the screams slowly fading, the further backstage you get and you hear Josh’s last “sugaaaaaaar” of Highway Tune, which means you know the show is coming to an end. You’re led to a little green room backstage, near where the bathroom you were lost in earlier, was. Clothes scattered all over chairs, bottles of half full Fireball and Tequila on the table with a bowl of fruit, bags of nuts and a jar of honey. It smells like cedar wood, patchouli and sweet tobacco, mixed slightly with a hint of booze and sweat. “y/n, take a seat here and I’ll be back in a second. I’m just gonna pee and then find Jake and give him the run down of… this.” She signalled to you with her hands. She smiles widely at you and dramatically blows a kiss making a MWAH sound before running out the door and letting it slowly close behind her. Your mouth was left wide open, about to say something but it had all happened so quickly and she was gone before you’d even had the chance to produce sound.

You were facing away from the door, before you saw a full length mirror in the corner. You took this moment to go over, collect your thoughts and give yourself a pep talk. During the show your nerves had severely calmed and you were definitely more relaxed now after having three ciders. Jita did everything in her power to make you feel comfortable and you felt like old friends by the time you were flung into a green room.

You checked yourself over in the mirror, smoothing over the deep purple fabric of your mini dress. You adjusted it round your neck and trailed your hands down the long bit of chiffon that fell delicately down the side of it. Your hair was still perfectly in place, you bounced it up slightly. It had more volume to it since you had your fringe and layers cut in. Giving a Stevie Nicks 70s vibe to your style. Your lashes still long and eyeliner ever so slightly smudged, which you quickly cleaned up with your pinky. You reached into your bag, put on a bit of tinted lip balm and placed a tic tac in your mouth.

“You got this! You’re just backstage at Wembley Arena about to meet the entire band. It’s all good, just breathe…” As you turn to sit back down, your head quickly snaps back into the mirror “and DON’T say anything stupid!” A sweet smile crosses your face and you sit back down. You started to scroll through Instagram, your timeline filling up with pictures and videos of tonight’s show and it blows your mind to think you were just watching the same thing.

It felt like you were scrolling for a good 20 minutes and then you heard the door crash open behind you. Jumping up from your seat to catch your breath you hear “Ahh fuck, again?! I’m so sorry. I’m not doing so hot here, am I? Bursting through doors and scaring the living shit outta you.” You’re frozen into place. Yup, that’s Sam again. You’d bet your life on it. You slowly turn on your heels as the slow close door thuds shut behind him. A shy but warm smile creeps onto your face and you know that your eyes are lit up. Inside you’re internally screaming but you’re trying to appear as composed as possible.

“It is… you… right? The girl that I walked in on in the bathroom. Again… I’m so fuckin’ sorry about that. I’m erm- I’m Sam. Nice to meet you. Jita said something about a y/n. I’m assuming that’s you? You got lost or some shit and here you are?” You started to slowly nod and were about to speak before he started up again. “This isn’t some like crazy fan tactic to get backstage or anything? Jita is such a softie and will talk to anybody, but even this is a lot for her. We were all pretty pissed off when she told us that she met a lost fan backstage and decided to not only let her watch from side stage but invited her out to after show drinks.” It was at this point you stopped zoning out long enough to look at him and get a real good look. Bare foot, white cigarette style trousers, perfectly ironed to a pleat in the middle. They stopped mid hip with no belt. A little tuft of hair just under his belly button and on his chest too. He was glazed with sweat and his shoulders, chest and stomach were moving so animatedly with every breath he was taking. Clearly exhausted from the show. His hair, chocolatey brown slightly sticking to the sides of his face but mostly fallen behind his shoulders. A gold sword necklace hung between his collar bones and his eyes dark, warm brown were scanning over your entirety.

“So what is it then? Huh?” You must have looked ridiculous, mouth snapping back shut after your jaw had been hanging open. He was clicking in front of your face to knock you out of your daze. “Helllloooooo? y/n you there, precious?”

“Fuck, yeah… sorry. I-I didn’t mean t-, I never purposeful-, Jita found me after y-.” You sighed, feeling defeated and shrugged your hands up into your face. Walking yourself back to lean up against an empty space of the wall. “No. I don’t have any sort of tactics. I had no plan or intention of coming backstage, I’m totally out of my depth here.” You walked over to the booze scattered table, pouring yourself half a plastic cup of fireball and essentially inhaling the sweet spicy liquid. “I’m not a crazed, weird fan that’s trying to fuck you guys, if that’s what you’re thinking. This was supposed to be my first time seeing you guys live and then I got separated from my friend and ended up in a bathroom, where w- well, ya know what happened there. Jita could clearly see that I looked like a lost soul and helped me out, we watched the show and now, here I am… I guess?” You had at this point found yourself back up against the wall, your new comfort space which was a safe distance away from him. But you hadn’t even noticed that mid speech, Sammy had made his way over to you.

He was standing inches away from you. Your arms hanging beside you, palms flat against the wall. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, you could smell the sweat mixed with cologne. A faint but sweet smell of whatever cocktail he’d been drinking on his breath. He smirked at you, clearly revelling in the fact that he was turning you into a quivering bag of nerves. Even though you were trying to play it as cool as you could, he saw right through you. He leaned forward with his hand flat against the wall, next to your head. His forearm was brushing against your hair and you could feel him as he inched his face closer to yours. His lips must have just been centimetres away from your own. You felt his honey brown eyes searching over all of your features. For what? You’re not sure, but he looked hungry.

“Hey precious, slow yourself down. I never said it would have been a bad thing now, did I?” He licked his lips and you swore you could have felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. “What wouldn’t have been a bad thing?” You breathily sighed out, eyes fluttering between his lips and eyes. “Wouldn’t have been a bad thing if your goal was to end up back here, just to fuck one of us.” What the actual hell was happening. The acidity of the fireball you’d shot back was sat at the base of your throat, your entire body felt as though it had been lit on fire. You darent move your palms from the wall behind you, knowing they’d be drenched in sweat.

Before you could utter a sound he used his spare hand to reach up and tuck your loose strands of hair behind your ear, keeping his fingers lingering at the hollowed out space below the side of your jaw and below your earlobe. He was eyeing you like a hawk, curious as to what your next move would be, if you were going to be ballsy or let him take the lead. His face lit up and he smiled at you, a very menacing smile, oozing sex and lust. “Never fucked a fan before, let alone fucked backstage.”

“Tha- that wasn’t my intention, Sammy.” You choked out, feeling your breath heavier with each passing second. Get yourself together. Your inside voice was screaming at you. Don’t. Pass. Up. This. Opportunity. Try and exude any sexual prowess you can conjure up. You were telling yourself over and over. Dutch courage overtook you and you decided to play him at his own game. You coughed slightly and pulled yourself up from the wall to straighten yourself out. Faces still so close. Lifting a hand and gently brushing his hair from the side of his face, sweeping it over his ear and letting your fingers pass down his shoulder and bicep before dropping it back to your side. He shuddered at your touch, you were gentle but somewhat needy with it.

You’d for sure taken him by surprise. He wasn’t expecting that type of bold move from you. He leant his forehead against yours, your bodies were closer now, as well as your faces. That’s when you felt it and your centre ignited. It was just brushing against your hip bone, he was taller than you by a good few inches, so that’s where it naturally fell whilst he stood near on flushed to you. He was hard, not just semi, but rock hard and l… ME, little old me, had got him into that state of mind?!

You started to feel the warmth between your thighs, yourself. Was this really happening right now? He ever so gently pressed his lips against yours and you welcomed it, kissing back lightly. His bottom lip slightly overlapping yours, so it was on your skin too. It was brief, soft, warm, only a little wet but my god was it full of want and lust.

The door opened behind Sammy and his hand dropped from beside your head, pulling himself back all together at the noise of someone entering the room. He whispered loud enough just so that only you could hear “I guess we’ll experiment with that not so bad idea a bit later on in the night, hey then, precious?” And he shot you a wink. Your insides were mush at this point and the wetness pooling in your underwear had become almost uncomfortable.

“Sammy, don’t be a dick and stop bullying y/n. Jitabug says she’s great. Oh wait, your name IS y/n, right? I’m shit at names.” Jake laughed gently. “Yeah, it’s y/n. Nice to meet you, you’re so lucky to have Jita. She’s so sweet and you guys were amazing, by the way!” You smiled through all of your words. He walked over with arms open extended out to you, “Imma a bit sweaty so forgive me but gotta hug any friends of Jitabugs, especially ones she insists hang out with us after a show. Sorry if Sam was being a little COCKSUCKER.” He turned his head aiming the last words towards his little brother. “He thinks he’s really hilarious, but nine times out of ten, he isn’t. Hey Sam… don’t change your day job to be a comedian, you’d fuckin succckkk!” Sam shot you a cheeky grin and winked at you, knowing that his brother had absolutely no clue what had just occurred. He played right into it. “Can’t help myself, Jake. I love bullying fresh meat. Especially if it’s a crazed fan that’s pretending to be lost, just to get into one of our pants.” He let out a belly laugh and held his stomach as if he was in physical pain from cracking a shit joke. You swore you could feel your face burning red. Jake rolled his eyes towards you and shook his head “Fuckin hell, sorry about him, honestly.” Turning his eyes back to Sammy and half scowling. “Sammy, seriously. Stop being a fucking asshole. Jitabug said she’s super cool and real chill. She’s coming for drinks with us, end of. So let your friendly alter ego come out… yeah? Not everyone understands your warped sense of humour..”

Sammy giggled and nodded along whilst making his way over to you. “You’re right, Jacob. Sorry for being a miserable bastard.” He turned to look directly at you… “you don’t seem too batshit crazy, I’m sure we’ll have a great night and hey, I’m glad you enjoyed your first Greta Van Fleet show. What a great way to celebrate it, huh?” He said all this with a genuine smile on his face, sex still showing through his eyes. He leaned in and gave you a hug, wrapping his arms around your head, in an almost child like way. He pressed his lips to your ear, subtly enough for Jake not to notice. “Sorry, that was a bit harsh, precious. I’m just hungry for you and want later to be now.”

You felt his cock twitch against your hip bone just briefly before he pulled back, keeping a hold of your shoulders. You took in a sharp breath and giggled at him, not knowing how else to respond.

Jita ran into the room basically bowling into Jake with open arms. He welcomed it, sloppily dousing her face with kisses. Giggles, lip smacking and pet names were echoing in the corner of the room. Danny came bounding in next, wiping sweat off of his forehead, closely followed by Josh who was smiling from ear to ear after the show they’d just put on, obviously (and rightly so) very proud of himself. “Y/n! It’s so good to meet you. Weird circumstances but any friend of Jitas is a friend of ours. Come ‘ere!” Danny pulled you in for a warm cuddle and you almost stuck to his sweaty chest. He radiates the most beautiful, Greek God like aura and smelt like eucalyptus and peppermint. “Absolutely, and what a joy it was to have you enjoy your first show side stage, magical energy as always for us in the UK. S’a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” Josh lent forward, bowing his head and taking your hand in his, before placing a firm kiss on the top of your hand. He was, as everyone says, a human sunshine. A ball of nothing but pure radiance and love. A constant beaming smile and glint in his eyes.

“It’s so, so good… and slightly weird to meet you all. Still feels strange but my god, what an awesome show. I’m so glad to have finally seen you live and now… we’re getting drunk? Life’s weird, huh?” You chuckled out loud and were followed by giggles from the rest of the group. “Hell yeah, we’re getting drunk… and y/n, we fucking love weird! Have you met us? Well no, you hadn’t until just fifteen minutes ago, so don’t answer that. But now you have so-“ Josh started stumbling over his words, his mouth to slow to keep up with his brain. “Okay Josh bud, I think she gets it.” Danny grinned, patting him on the back. Sam hadn’t taken his eyes off of you this whole time. He had sat on the sofa at this point, a pillow strategically placed over his crotch. Christ, when did this rockstar last get laid?

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